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Hii this is my first time requesting anything and tbh i have no idea what im doingš„¹But could i request a senku x reader angsty fic?If u have the time ofcš„¹
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A/n: A Senku piece? In 2026? Thatās kinda crazy,,, JK! Mamas has been going through some things, so I had to revisit my fave Leek! Thank you for being patient with me and I hope you enjoy!
Fair (Ishigami Senku x Reader)
Warnings: language use, hurt and comfort, spoilers for 4D Science, further exploration of Why-Manās emotional switch (kinda), readerās a little caught up in Why-Man using Byakuya to trick everyone, no gendered language for reader
An emotional switchā¦ Itās convenient, itās an excuse, itās stupid. It can switch it on and off like a dishwasher.
God, itās so fucking stupid.
But itās simple, efficient.
Itās unfair. Youāre not sure to who.
Images of Byakuya flash for a moment. A familiar grin and excitable eyes, memorably corny jokes that hang in the air. Your eyes happen a glance next to you, to the object of your affections. The object of your despair.
Heās understanding, always so understanding of the tiny foreigner. He claims things make sense for someone like the Why-Man, for such advanced machinations of an A.I., of an alien like it. An emotional switch just has to make sense. Speaking with intonations of misunderstanding the languages around him to feign ignorance has to make sense. Thinking petrifying humanity as a fair exchange for energy usage has to make sense.
Using the image of a dead man, of Byakuya of all people, to push a progressive ideal after processing an understanding of familial relationshipsā¦
And, despite it all, despite growing so excited to plausibly see his father again and despite feeding his childhood desire to build a time machine and despite watching that hope crumble into millions of pieces at the sight of a stone-encased mosquitoā¦ Senku remains as understanding and patient, so understanding and patient, as the day theyād adopted discovered the extraterrestrial scientific progression. They all were, like the betrayal meant nothing after a simple explanation of supposedly being missed by an immortal being.
But not youā¦ you feel insignificant and belittled. Sure, this is bigger than you. Scientifically, methodically, universallyā¦
And you can see it, dancing in those crimson orbs and hidden behind his instructing grin. Theyāve grown wild, his eyes, at the potential prospect of moving forward, moving beyond. Itās about the breakthrough, itās about progress-
His old man is long gone, has been for decades and centuries and everything inbetween. The village is representative of that, everyone here, together on Treasure Island, is representative of that. The promise of his body, possibly entrapped in stone in his tomb, is meant to be representative of that. But that doesnāt erase the pain, the cognitive tug that he should be here.
Physically be here. Emotionally be here.
Byakuya shouldāve watched them graduate, waved them off to whatever adult prospects they wanted, walked through their first homes with bottles of wine and promises of good fortune-
āHey,ā Senkuās voice cuts through the buzzing of your brain, soft and embedded with that tone he gets when heās opening up for you, to you. Heās staring forward, beyond the excavation team in front of you and beyond the mountainous gravesite, āI think those oafs have it handled for a while,ā Thereās a hint of a teasing bite, but his arms are crossed. Heās thinking, āLetās talkā¦ā
Talk? You huff at the concept. You follow him off to the side all the same.
You know what heās trying to do. Itās what he does each time your emotions attempt to override the logical answer, when you try to feel something beyond the excitement of potential success. Heās always analytical, mistakenly interpreted as cold due to his logical reasoning.
But you know. You know in the way his hand grips your wrist, tight with the feelings he represses. Heās putting on another facade, but itās not for you. Itās never for youā¦
He uses his grip to tug you closer, gentle but firm with intention. His thumb wipes at the underside of your eyes. You realize tears have welled enough to pour over. Theyāve begun to stain your cheeks, but he flicks them away like theyāre inconvenient.
Something twinges in his gaze. Soft, patientā¦
So understandingā¦
āSenku, itāsā¦ itās not-,ā
āI know,ā He reassures, letting you fall into his chest. Of course he knows. Heād already accepted it in the hall, when the petrified mosquito confirmed the sneaking suspicion tickling the back of his mind. A hand rests on your head, thumb grazing soft circles as he comforts you about the cruelties of the world. He teases, āYouāre crying for both of us, you crybaby,ā but thereās no ire.
Your lips part to respond, maybe a āI canāt help itā or a āSomebody has toā wants to crack through. Instead, you shudder a sob, and he pulls you closer.
āItās all those fairytales you read, puts silly ideas in your head of happy endings and far off fantasies,ā A chuckle rumbles in his chest and warms your cheeks. You sniffle, he continues, āThe only truth you can trust is science-,ā
āYou donāt even believe that!ā Tumbles out, slightly garbled as you shove away.
Your teeth grit, ready to push back and argue how fantastical a Time Machine is regardless of scientific backing, remind him how debatable the existence of aliens were before the Whymen, point out the eccentricity of the population all turning to stone.
But ruby eyes shimmer, simmering with their own built up dread of existentialism. His face tries to remain neutral, but you know heād crumble if you push too hard
Youāre not being fair, āYeah, I guess youāre right,ā Not to him and not to yourself, āI am trying to dig the old man outta the ground, huh? Thatās 10 billion percent illogical, too.ā
āItās hope,ā You correct, just as the resolution settles in your mind.
He grins, turning away to check their excavation teamās tempering progress. They work fast, but theyāre still just barely chipping away at built up clay and hardened rock. The excited gleam seems to spark back to life, āOr something like thatā¦ā
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Obligated to mention that you do NAWT want to see a lot of his old stuff bc it is icky from what I remember! If you do go searching, please heed the tags omgggg
Leo watching you practice whining in his mirror before you go out with April and Sunita for the night.
Itās mostly absentminded, he assumes, from the softer rolls you start with that eventually evolve into fluid movements that could leave any onlooker flushed. Your nose is slightly scrunched, eyes focused as your hips meet the rhythm of the beat your brainās settled on. Thereās a soft hum in the back of your throat, but he canāt parse if itās meant to be an older RnB tune or something else he doesnāt recognize.
You add a bounce to your rhythm, timing it with the soft grunts you murmur from your chest at each pivot from your hips.
He wants to tug you in by your waist, help you wade through whatever beat youāve decided in your brain while he fingers press indentions to your skin. He wants to push his beak in your neck and nuzzle til he finds a pulse to nip. He really wants to bend you forward and test how well your whining can hold against his hips pressing into your most sensitive spots-
āLeo,ā His eyes quickly bounce from their keened peering of your waist, now stationary, to the puzzled focus of your face. You still arenāt fully looking at him, āIām raiding your closet.ā
He rakes a glance over your current getup. He couldnāt possibly know what youād need to spruce it up, but, āIām not gonna stop you.ā
You move about like itās nothing, your steps barely scraping the ground as you find your way to scrounge through his belongings. A t-shirt flies here, a belt tugs over your shoulder, his groovy bell bottoms nearly smack him in the face, but he canāt seem to care as he watches you handle his stuff without a hint of discomfort.
Part of him wants to beg you to stay in, stay here, and practice your whining in his mirror again. Instead, he commits it to memory: the soft smile as you ramble about the bars you plan to hop, the light touches of your fingers as you handle his belongings, and the trill of your excitement layered in the way your hips seem to pop with each step.
Sweet pizza supreme, he loves you, loves this.
āHey,ā You turn with a grin, brain turning with ideas. You jump a little once you notice heās next to you, āWant me to bring anything home-,ā
He presses a soft peck to your lips, chaste and warm despite his cold disposition. He leans into another and another, pulling giggles from your throat.
I like to imagine that there is a rendition of each turtleās name that is absolutely forbidden. Itās the name their brothers use when the other three really want to get under said turtleās shell ā which obviously means youāre going to use it as much as possible for the same reason.
Leonardo
Leonard
Itās an instant mood killer for Leonardo. Not enough to genuinely upset him but donāt expect him not to gag on impulse. The first time you call him Leonard, his instinctual response is to look you dead in the eyes and say āNo.ā in the most flat voice imaginable.
Leoās āno-goā name is used the most, mainly because heās the leader and his brothers will do anything to get a barb in when theyāre given an order they do not agree with. Donnie once tried to make light of it by attributing the nickname to Spock ā aka Leonard Nimoyā¦it helped but Leonardo still dislikes it
Due to Leonardās consistent usage, the impact isnāt as vomit-inducing whenever you do choose to pull it out.
Just know that it he abhorres it. Even when you say it in a honey-soaked voice, heād much rather hear his given name on your tongue.
Donatello
Donald.
This name is the equivalent of a curse word. Especially if you take it a step forward and call him āDonald Duckā. The name gives elderly man on his sixth cigar in an invitation only country club, and Donnie cannot handle it. His name is used sparingly unless the culprit wants their phone blocked off the wifi.
The first time you call him it? Donatello freezes mid-frame, shoulders pitched up to his bandanna as his teeth actually grind together from cringe. You swear they whistle from how sharp he exhales.
Sweetheart ā you can call Donnie every nickname in the book except for that one. Heāll take them all, even the more ācreativeā insults you think up in an argument. The first time ends with a gentle chide and a kiss on the cheek. The second offense similar but with a more firm reminder. The third? He knows what youāre doing and trust, this is not the kind of thing that falls into his ācute but meanā type.
Donatello is, if anything, a turtle devoted to the art of sweet sweet revenge. Be warned.
Raphael
Ranaldo
Fuck Mikey for even making this a thing. Raph lasted nearly his entire childhood without any instant āicksā because out of his brothers, his name is the most ānormalā. He still doesnāt know what the fuck that means. The fact that you agree but canāt elaborate makes him even more confused.
Raph will begrudgingly tolerate any rendition of his name. Raphie. Raph. Phael. Raphala.
You can call him Shnookums (in private) and he wonāt pop his top (he likes it).
Not. Ranaldo. Mikey spoke it once and Raph duck-taped his mouth shut. The first time you call him this Raph physically has to restrain himself from retreating into his shell, because he knows very well that you wonāt hesitate to strike once you have a weapon.
Say it twice and expect a headlock. Restraint can only stretch so far.
Michaelangelo
Mick
Itās such a douchebag name and Mikey knows it. There are way more creative renditions of his name and an even larger pool of nicknames to imagine. This here is the king of naming things, and if he says Mick is god awful? Then it is.
Oddly enough, he doesnāt mind if you call him Mickey. At least thatās associated with a lovable cartoon character. Heās always wanted to go to Disney+ world anyway and it kind of pairs with Donnieās ā *que Donnie bursting in, finger pointed and a heated ādonāt say it!ā on his tongue* ā anyways. Mickey is only okay if he can call you Minnieā¦which also works since Mikey thinks youāre cute and sweet like her.
The first time you call him Mick, heās pressing a palm to your mouth while hushing you silent. Each time you try to ask what has his shell on backwards, he continues to make shushing sounds while cradling your head to his plastron. You have to ask one of his brothers for an explanation.
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Any thoughts on how the guys would care for you during your period? Especially if you have extreme period cramps that leave you bed bound and in pain... Which is currently happening to me rn š send help
I'M YOUR MEDICINE!
I hope you feel better soon, Crow!! Now, let these stupid turtles try to take care of you.
Content: 2012!turtles // afab!reader // can be platonic or romantic // they are dumbos here
LEONARDO
Leo's first exposure to the menstrual cycle is actually through you. You had offhandedly mentioned that you were stuck in bed because of your painful cramps, and Leo instantly panicked at the word "pain". It's only after he insists that you get checked out by Donnie or let him come over with a medkit that you realise poor, sweet Leo has no idea what periods are.
After your explanation, Leo still insists on coming over and taking care of you. He has no idea how bad your cramps are or how uncomfortable your period is, but knowing you are bedbound is enough for him to worry about you.
He makes you tea from the tea packets he nabbed from Splinter's cabinet. He actually has no real idea whether this does anything to sootheāhe just assumes whatever is supposed to be calming must help you feel better. He actually sighs with relief when you give your nod of approval at his drink of choice.
He makes sure you don't get up unnecessarily. He'll fetch you water, extra bedding, a heat pack, foodāhe's being very accommodating, but for the life of him, he doesn't know how to start a conversation when you're in pain, and he still has no clue what your body is doing to you and why. He worries that as soon as he opens his mouth, he's going to end up asking something too invasive. Hence, he's reduced to just sitting around awkwardly until you invite him into conversation yourself or have him kill time by playing a video game with you.
RAPHAEL
Raph does know what a period isāthanks, TVābut his understanding is just as rudimentary as Leo's. He knows you bleed once a month from down there, but that's about it. When you call to tell him that you can't hang out, he tells you that "It can't be that bad", thinking you're just being considerate in case he's icky about the blood. Unfortunately, he has to move his phone away from his ear when you launch into a rant about his perceived insensitivity.
After hanging up on you and spending an hour stewing, he does go up top to see you because you did not sound alright over the phone. Unlike Leo, he comes completely unprepared, expecting it to be a quick welfare check before he heads out. However, once he sees you in pain and bedbound, he changes his short visit to an indefinite stay.
He's a little stiff when it comes to caretaking, so after asking you, "Uh... do you need anything...?", he just sits down on a chair and puts something on for the both of you to watch. However, as soon as you ask for something, he gets up without any complaintānot even a grunt of annoyance, no matter how many times you interrupt him.
He also orders takeout from your favourite place because he knows you aren't in any state to make yourself anything, and he wants to make sure you eat under his watchful eye. He has no idea what periods do to your appetite, but he's very firm on you not missing out on any meals.
DONATELLO
When you first called to let Donnie know you're on your period and can't help him out at the lab, you expected that he would be awkward about the subject, coughing into his fist as he tries to change the subject. To your surprise, he didn't so much as stammer at the mention... and then things got weird when you mentioned that your cramps hurt. Without a shred of hesitation, he starts asking questions about your flow, how many pads you're going through a day, any clotting, etc. It's like having an appointment with your GPāif your GP also happened to be your best friend and a mutant turtle.
Predictably, he comes over for a visit. Unlike the one-sided phone call, his welfare check goes much more smoothly.
He rifles through your medicine box, warms up your heat pack for you, gets you food (instant or takeout; cooking isn't his strong suit), and even gives you some tips he picked up on the internet on how to ease some of your discomfort. However, he does tend to talk at you, explaining things about your period and cramps that you already know.
The awkwardness kicks in for him when all his caretaking duties are done, and now he has to keep you company. Suddenly, his tongue is dry in his mouth, and he feels like he has to talk to make up for the stiff silenceāeven if it's just you trying to peacefully rest. Put on a documentary or something mildly entertaining so he can keep his mind distracted, please. He's a great caretaker, but he worries that he will bore you to death while you're stuck in bed.
MICHELANGELO
Your circumstances must have been desperate if you decided that, out of all the company that you keep, you should entrust Mikey with anything while you're bedbound and particularly low on patience. At least, that's what Donnie flatly told you when you later recounted the experience to him. Even with all the love and good intentions in the world, nothing changes the fact that Mikey doesn't know what a period is.
First, he ignored your request for him to not come over while you're agonising in bed, as he insisted you need someone to look after you. You only relented under the condition that he'd bring with him "pads with wings". April is very confused when she gets a call from Mikey, asking for pad thai and chicken wings. When he showed up at your window with takeout bags, you honestly had no idea what to do but laugh ruefully, shedding a single tear.
Aside from that, his attempts to help were still sweet. After eating the food he brought overāthank god he wasn't allowed to get experimental in the kitchenāhe didn't mind acting as your personal gopher, grabbing things for you at command. He even hummed a cute little tune as he tidied up your room, and didn't get offended when you hissed at him for asking you to get out of bed.
He also makes decent company, once he accepts the fact that yes, you're for real hurting so bad that you can't move a muscle. He throws out all suggestions to go skating or on a run, putting on some TV or chatting with you about anything you missed out on. He does border on being too chatty when you want to sleepāhe'll learn eventually.
Been listening to OPM songs while reading you and yuzurina's fics lately
two songs that keeps popping up for 2012 leo and rise leo is SANDALI by mrld and Asan ka na ba by zack tabudlo!
idk it captures their boyish charm in a way rfijidh
Oooo, I love a good song rec! And these are actually so, so good!
I can kinda see where youāre coming from! The vibes of them do fit the vibes of what Iām going for sometime and what I can understand of Sandali feels really close to what I try to get across with WDHGH!
Also, obligatory reminder to read @yuzurinaās stuff!
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Every type of leo and their mc reading to their partner having tattoos
And then seeing the tramp stamp
A/n: OMGee Iāve been wanting to get a tramp stamp 5ever atp! Not doing every Leo (weād be here too long), but hereās some sillies with a few of them š¤
Warnings: NSFW themes and references lol, 2003!Leo is a bit of a prude, 2012!Leo is a bit of a mess
Leonardos and Their S/oās Tramp Stamp:
Leonardo Splinterson (2003):
Wait, youāve got tattoos? Oh, thatās so cool- Tramp stamp? Do you even know what that signals to other people? Ohā¦ you donāt care? Well, if you donāt careā¦
At first, heās definitely kinda weird about it after he first sees the tatt. Itās easily mistakable as being judgy, especially when his eyes seem to linger on it when youāve got on a crop top or your shirt rides up in the back
And he is judging, judging himself. He knows heās ogling you and your hot degenerate tattoo you got on a whim. Heās traced it enough with his eyes that he could imagine its exact placement when itās covered up by anything else
And when youāre bent in front of him, ink on full display and close enough he can reach out and tug you back by your hips, he always fights down an embarrassing groan
You definitely catch him grazing it, thumb softly tracing the shape on the sensitive area of your back, but he always plays it off like heās just being a little affectionate (But itās so easy for you to read it completely opposite)
It takes confronting him for him to finally admit that he thinks itās really attractive, too attractive. He doesnāt hate it at all, he wants to cum all over it, can he please cum all over it
Leonardo Hamato (2012):
Oh, wowā¦ That is, indeed, a tramp stampā¦ right there, on your lower backā¦ Wowā¦
He visibly clams up at the reveal. Is he nervous? Whyās he nervous? Oh, wow, is it getting hot in here? Can he touch? Wait, no, thatās weird-
Heās a little more vocal about how nice the ink is and how well it compliments your butt hips waist skin! Oh, is he staring? Sorry, he just thinks it looks really, reallyā¦ nice! And sexy
It takes a while for him to stop openly watching the way it flexes under your back muscles when you walk or tracing the lines of the pattern when itās in view. Now, he just takes mental pictures of it and thinks of it when heās going to sleep!
And, yāknow, rubbing one out-
Leonardo Hamato (Rise):
Letās be honest, he was probably with you when you got it-
Regardless, he thinks itās so hot and doesnāt hesitate to tell you as much! Except, yāknow, heās telling you each time his eyes catch a glimpse of it
Of the three, heās definitely the most overt about his feelings on the matter. Hell, he practically begs you to show it off to the masses! Itās empowering, itās a cute design, itās attractive as FUCK!
Heās also, surprisingly, the chillest? After the initial excitement of it dies down, heās a little more subtle about his interest in it, seeing as he sticks to softly caressing it when heās got a hand at your waist. Pressing his nail beds on the design till youāre shivering helps him focus, so he claims,,,
Heās also got this silly game he loves to play where he paints it in as much cum as possible until either of you caves-
The concept of this being sent after I've been complaining in MCI's DMs š As for what I think of her... my sentiment is akin to "If she's on a sinking ship, I'm going down with her". In my opinion, she's overhated, and things that are worth criticising/discussing about her character are never brought up with any nuanceāeveryone just wants to call her a bitch or say she's leading on their poor, sweet, can-do-no-wrong Donnie.
She had the potential to develop as an individualāfrom early seasons, we see she's pretty good at investigating leads (callback to her other incarnations' roots), she's in the chess club, helps Donnie in the lab, enjoys the action/space genre, and she's a loner at school. However, instead of expanding on this kind of trivia information, the focus is instead given to showing her powers or whatever role she plays to keep the plot moving. Some of this could be excused because the stakes were getting higher, and April already achieved the main goal she had when introduced (finding her dad) and moves onto her next one (becoming a trained martial artist). However, I still would have liked it if they had expanded on her as a person, especially if she wanted to pursue anything in investigation or go the science route. Casey suffers from the same thing, so it's not just an April problem.
Instead, all I'm forced to see is people's internalised misogyny that they deny havingā"If she wasn't terribly written, I would have liked her more," they say. I look at their blog. Their favourites are Casey and Donatello. I smile and click 'Block'.
But seriously, if you're discussing female characters and all you can muster up is that they are "a bitch" or creating scenarios where terrible things happen to them and specifically them (while woobifying your favourite guy characters), then you have absolutely zero standing to criticise the 2012 writers' misogyny problemāyou are them! You guys are holding hands and spinning in a circle together! You don't care about having a 'well-written' character at all, because you don't hold your male favourites to that same standard!
TLDR: Me with April because nobody knows how to act right:
