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     Celebrían was an Elven noblewoman, the daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel, wife of Elrond, and mother of Elrohir, Elladan and Arwen.

I still love this moment, not just because how it looks visually with Leo jumping from the train in the dark with the lights flashing, but because of the accompanying noises.

It just adds to this scene to hear the metallic sounds of Leo brandishing his swords just before the thunder of his footsteps as he rushes in to the fight. Especially those heavy footfalls, because it’s just a reminder that he’s flippin’ huge.

IMAGINE After hours of finally getting his brothers busy with something so he could get some work done he sat down and started typing. Though after only mere hours the door to his lab slid open, turning around ready to snap at who ever it was he noticed you. God Donnie had been in love with you since April brought you to NYC, his frowned quickly turned into a smile. Rubbing the back of his head sheepishly he motioned for you to come in.

 “Sorry about that y/n I haven’t made much progress on this formula lately”

 “It’s okay Don, I totally understand. Your brothers said you’ve been in here for eight hours now. I figured you’d want a break?”

 “Thanks but no thanks, I’ve got work to do y/n”

 “Well how about a kit kat?”

 It took Don a minute to realize what you meant by a break, hearing you break out into laughter he just shook his head at your little joke. While you were laughing Donatello just looked at you and smiled

. “See what I mean? Kit Kat! Like the commercial! Take a break!” 

 You were so beautiful when you made jokes like that, even though they were practically terrible and he only laughed to make you happy it still made his heart flutter. Your soft eyes gazing at him as your laughter turned into a giggle and you turned to face him.

 “Whatcha staring at Donnie boy?”

 “You’re Beautiful”

 It took you a minute but before you realized what he said his lips were already on yours. Warm lips against yours, a hand snaking its way around your waist, another gently touching your face. Wrapping your arms around his neck it seemed like this moment could last forever…until

 “Hey Dudette what’s taken so long..GROSS! MY EYES MY EYES!!!!”

 “MIKEY YOU BETTER RUN!”

 You laughed as Donnie chased his youngest brother out the lab and down the hall, only for moments then he returned. You stood from where you were and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a soft smile.

 “Sooo where were we?”

Raphael (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Sounds great! Thanks my love!

Prompt: “I am craving a little something from Big Red if that’s okay. Something along the lines of April and Casey bring a friend by to help when Donnie gets injured and the turtles accept her into their little group apart from Raph who is a bit of a shit around her but it turns out that’s because he likes her. Something like that work for you sweetie?” @girl-next-door-writes

Word count: 1467

Warnings: Swearing & lots of angst

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

It’d become your routine, to go from your apartment to the lair every morning, regardless of what you were doing that day. You enjoyed the atmosphere down there, and gradually got used to the smell. It was the sewers after all.

Today though, you had to be careful. You had an interview at a new office building that had opened. They salary that came with the shiny new office chair was too good to pass up, but that meant an entirely new wardrobe. If things didn’t go well, you could always return the stuff, but that’s if you didn’t get them dirty. So you didn’t go that morning before the interview, you texted Raph your reasoning quickly, because he was the first one on your contact list under ‘Apple Bottom.’ You were running late, and every second counted, especially in a city like New York.

Hours later, a secretary rang you whilst you stood in a line at the post office, telling you that you got the job, and the grin never left your lips as you basically skipped down the street in your new outfit, with a new job label and a new start. You hated that old office anyway.

Getting to the lair was usually a walk in the park for you, but in the new heels, it was a tad difficult but when you got there you knew you had to make a big entrance.

“Hello!” you beamed, stretching your arms out to reveal your very sophisticated outfit: a deep red dress that matched your satin lips, black heels that were far too overpriced for their worth and a small purse. Your hair cascaded in waves, framing your face and your make up was done. This was the most put together you had ever looked in front of the turtles, usually you’d rock up in sweats and a t-shirt, because they knew you’d change at work.

“Oh, hey [Y/N]… Finally decided to show up?” Mikey drawled. He was probably the most worried and disappointed about your sudden disappearance that morning. He’d made chocolate chip pancakes, and wanted you to try them, but you never showed. Leo was straight up giving you the silent treatment, and Donnie was the only one there to tell you (rather rudely) that they were mad because you never bothered mentioning that you weren’t going to show that morning.

“I left a message with-” you stopped, grumbling and rubbing your forehead. “I left a message with Raph.” You mumbled, the others just looked at you like you were dumb.

You met the guys when your cousin April had brought you to meet them, because you were the only one who April knew who could stitch a deep wound up. Donnie, the resident brainbox, got in the way of an attack on April and sliced his side. You used to work at an underground bar, and stitching people up after fights was your specialty. That was all history now, you and the boys were like family. Except one brute.

“Raphael!” you bellowed, slamming the door of his bedroom against the wall and crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh. You.” He rolled his eyes and went back to his comic book.

“Yeah, me.” Taking a seat on one of the spinning chairs, your legs up against the table. “What the fuck have you got against me?”

“I don’t know, maybe the fact ya feel the need to put yer dirty feet all over my furniture.” He threw a ball at your legs, but obviously you didn’t budge. In fact, you moved on leg and scraped whatever dirt you had on the bottom of your shoe on the table.

“These cost a lot of money, gotta keep them clean.” You smirked, resting your hand on your thigh as you twirled a strand of hair around your finger.

“If this is yer way or seducin’ me, try harder.” Snorting, you crossed your arms over your chest again; the nerve of this guy.

“So, are you going to tell me why you hate me?” Raph glanced up from his comic book and sighed.

You were patient, and it took time, but he gave in “I don’t hate ya.”

“Okay, why do you dislike me.” Rolling his eyes, you could tell he was becoming agitated. One thing Raphael hated more than someone yelling at him and giving orders, was someone who just asked too many questions.

“I don’t dislike ya- An’ can ya stop doin’ that!” You’d been playing with a strand of your hair, and you only realized you were doing it when he snapped at you. A smirk spread on your face, and you continued.

“What?” you tilted your head to the side mockingly, before stretching and standing, walking around his room. He had all kinds of knick-knacks, and some he made himself out of wood. You had to say you were impressed. Raphael eyed you closely s you continued to pick up and look at his stuff. He found himself not really caring. “Are you going to tell me or what?”

“Nothin’ to tell.”

“Yes there is, Raph. I wanna know what I did wrong that’s made you not like me. I mean,” sighing, you put one of the little wooden toys down. “I want to get to know you like I have the others, I’m sorry if I did anything but-”

“Just shut up, and get out.” He grumbled sternly, looking back at his comic. That is when you really got angry. “Fuck off Raph! I’m trying to fix whatever the hell is wrong with us being friends and you’re making this so difficult!” By this point, Raph had threw his comic on the floor and got close to your face, his hands in fists and rage all over his face.

“Ya don’t speak ta me like that, [Y/N].” He growled, clearly trying to intimidate you but you were too riled up to give a shit.

“I’m going to speak to you however you treat me, Raph! Now tell me why the fuck you can’t stand me!” you growled back, making him take a step back but not faltering his expression.

“I don’t hate ya, or dislike ya, ya stupid bitch!” he yelled, hitting his bedpost with his fist.

“Sure seems like it!” you were ready to leave the room, a middle finger up at him before he stopped you with three words.

“I like ya!” he even stopped himself. What was he doing? “I like ya [Y/N]. I don’t know how ya could ever be with someone like me, so I just, I don’t know, rather have ya hate me than actually care about me. I can’t give ya what ya deserve in life, and it tears me apart. I can’t have ya tied ta me. I don’t want ya ta miss all the things that someone else can give ya. And I don’t want ya ta look at me one day and feel the tiniest bit of like. Regret or pity.” He was sat on his bed, staring down at his mutated hands. You stopped at the door, turning around with tears in your eyes.

“I would never think that!”

“Ya don’t know that, [Y/N],” he picked his head up to look at you with teary eyes himself, “I can’t watch you, wanderin’ around the lair, especially dressed so amazin’ like ya’re today, or see ya naked.” He stopped, chuckling and shaking his head at his hands again. You were stood in front of him, arms down by your sides, “and not be able to feel so much sadness that yer here with me when someone else could have ya, and ya could have such a better life.”

A girls’ soccer team joined the boys’ league and won the regional championship

Perhaps it’s time to rethink gender segregation in sports.

After realizing a single girls’ team was consistently dominating their league, Sergio González, president of amateur soccer club AEM Lleida in Spain, decided to register the team for the boys’ league in 2014.

Situation: Donnie is laying on the stairs contemplating life, Leo is sobbing underneath the tv set because they played a sad animal PSA, Mikey is running around dancing (but he’s gonna pass out any moment now) Raph is slapping Mikey everytime he runs by and is trying to smack Leo out of his tears, and the tequila bottle is only half empty.

No one asked for this but here you go anyways lol

Raphael: Raphael sat behind you, running his fingers along your arms. Memorizing every curve and freckle. You giggled, “Raph that tickles.” He smirked, moving his lips to your neck, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You moaned, “Oh leo.” Suddenly everything stopped, it felt like the dead silence right before a bomb explodes. “Who?” Raph asked, getting up from behind you. “Wait raph.” You tried to stop him but he was already on his way to the dojo where Leo was training with splinter. You followed him, trying to get him to slow down. “What’re you doing Raphael?” You asked in a panic. Raphael entered the dojo, immediately spotting Leo he jumped on him. “Whys my girlfriend saying your name asshole?” He roared. Your face turned a bright red, “Oh my god raph!” Leo gave you a look and raph shook him. “Don’t look at her look at me asshole!” “Maybe it’s because I’m better then you.” Leo kicked Raphael off of him, infuriating the turtle in red. Mikey and Donatello walked into the ruckus to see what was going on. “What should we do?” You asked. “Let them fight,” donatello said. “Yeah, splinter will break it up eventually.” Added Michelangelo. “Hai!” Yelled splinter. Raphael and Leonardo stood rigid, with their fists at their sides. “Hashi! Both of you!” Leo and Raphael pushed past you and their brothers. “Maybe it’s better if you go home now [Y/N].” Said splinter. You sighed, “Yeah I think so.”

Michelangelo: Mikey opened the fridge in search of food, when he suddenly smelled pizza in the air. He closed the fridge and turned around, only to find you there, carrying a stuffed crust pizza. “Hey babe!” He exclaimed, running to hug you. “Just in time.” He grabbed the pizza box from your hands. “Good to know I’m good for something!” You joked. He put the box down on the counter, backing you up against the cabinets. “You’re good for other stuff too.” He countered. You smiled kissing him, as he ran his hand up your skirt. You bit your lip, “Oh Raph.” Mikey stopped, pulling away from you slowly. You froze, you didn’t mean to say that, it just happened. “Woooow,” he said, obviously hurt. “That’s cool, i get it.” He said backing up. “Wait Mikey,” you tried to stop him, as he attempted to retreat into his room, bumping into raph on the way. “Watch out Mikey.” Said raph. Mikey pushed him, “Why don’t you watch out,” he paused. “Bruh?” Raphael raised his brow at Mikey, before Mikey slammed the door shut behind him. Raphael approached you, “What was that all about?” He asked, your face an uncomfortable shade of red, as you shifted awkwardly. “Nothing it was nothing.” You blurted. “I don’t like you that way ok?” You asked. Raphael looked really confused. “What?” “It was an accident!” You yelled, immediately covering your mouth. “Sorry.” You took a deep breath. “Ok,” you paused, trying to regain control of yourself. “I might have said your name while we were doing… stuff.” Raphael stared at you in confusion for a second before his face slowly morphed into shock. “Uh,” “No no no no,” you stopped him. “It didn’t mean anything and I’m sorry.” “Yeah alright.” He said. Mikey walked out of his room. “Oh you talking to your boyfriend over there?” He asked. “Mikey I’m sorry!” You yelled across the room. “I love you.” “It was an accident little brother.” Agreed raph. Mikey pouted into his room, leaving the door open a little for you to come in. You rolled your eyes and rubbed your temples, knowing this would take months of pampering and apologies to be done with.

Leonardo: You stared at your phone, silence filling the room around you. It had been exactly 1 week and 3 days since you had accidentally said Donnie’s name while you were making out with Leo. He had brushed it off at the moment, saying everyone makes mistakes, and after that it had been silence. It hadn’t meant anything but You wondered if Leo had told Donnie, or if he had maybe fought him. You didn’t know, because Leo wasn’t responding you and you were too embarrassed to ask his brothers about it. You sighed, knowing you had to go down there and force Leo to talk to you. You marched your way down the sewers and into their lair. Raph was sitting in the kitchen, turning his head slightly at your noise. “Aye,” he grumbled. “‘Sup.” “where’s Leo?” You asked, not wanting to waste a second. “Trainin’.” Raph replied. You rushed into the dojo. “Leonardo.” You said as soon as you saw him. You could see him physically stiffen up at the sound of your voice. Donnie and Mikey sat at his feet on the mats, watching leonardo. “We are going to talk about this Leo, or we’re just going to break up right now,” tears started welling in your eyes. “Because this isn’t a relationship without you.” Leo turned around quickly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said, returning to his swords. You stepped around, pushing your way in front of him. “Yes you do leo!” You yelled. “I didn’t mean to say his name.” “Then why did you?” He yelled back, the room suddenly filled with silence. “Should we go?” Asked donatello. “No stay,” Leo snapped. “I’m sure she’d like that.” Leo threw a daggering look her way. “Leo don’t be like that.” You yelled, as Mikey and Donnie awkwardly watched from the sidelines. “I don’t see him like that.” Leo threw his swords into the wall. “I wonder what they’re talking about.” Whispered Mikey. “Shut up.” Said donatello, smacking Mikey’s leg. “This is what you’re attracted to?” He asked pointing at Donnie. “He means nothing to me!” “Hey!” Interrupted Donatello. “Sorry Donnie I meant I only see you as a brother.” Leo rolled his eyes walking away from you. “I’m sorry ok?” You finally responded, lowering your voice. “I don’t know how to make you forgive me. Leo stopped in his tracks. "I just need some time.” He retreated into his room. “Sorry guys.” You said apologizing as soon as he was gone. “I’ll fix this.” You said, knowing it would take a long time to gain Leo’s trust again.

An awesome reference for TMNT role-play and as well as fanfiction authors, especially now that these are canon in the 2012 verse.

Prompt:    It was an unfortunate circumstance, but it was simply inevitable. College was pricey in New York and takes a long time to complete, especially for what you wanted to go for. But there was a small glimmer of hope; there was a community college in your home town that cut the completion time in half and was still accredited. 

   There was just one problem: your hometown was six states away.

   This unfortunately made the possibility of a long distance relationship an impossible option. Although you would be living with family, you felt like you had an obligation to contribute to the household and would be working during your summer and holiday breaks; and of course the turtles couldn’t just hop on a plane to see you either, especially with your college being so far away. There wouldn’t even be anytime for the two of you to communicate online either; there was the time zone difference to worry about, plus the turtle’s patrols were always irregular and hard to schedule around, especially if they happened to run into a Foot patrol. Then there was the possibility of enemies finding out where you were. If they were to hack into one of your e-mails and find out where you were currently living, there would be no way the turtles could come save you. You would be putting yourself and your family in danger. There was no other option…

   You had to break up.

Leonardo:

   “There’s just no way it could work out,” you mumbled after the two of you had weighed the options.

   Leo sat there with a thoughtful look. His hands were pressed against his mouth and his eyes darted about the room, his mind clearly busy.        He knew this was your passion. Anytime you worked on it during your down time he would try to watch, completely fascinated by the craft and proud of how hard you worked on it. It was clear you would put your heart and soul into every project you started, which was what he admired about you. If you were to somehow lose that spark or even grow to resent him if he convinced you to stay, then he could never forgive himself. It was one of the hardest decisions he had to make, but as a leader he did not have the luxury of being selfish. He refused to be the one to hold you back.       “If this is what you really want,” Leo finally spoke. His voice was slow and serious, as if he was still trying to convince himself this was a good idea.    You frowned, thinking he had more to say. “Leo, are you okay?” Your fingers grazed the textured skin of his arm. His head nodded, his eyes focused on the wall across the room. He couldn’t risk looking at you yet in fear that the wrong words would leap from his mouth.

   “Yeah.” It was almost a whisper. He turned to look at you with a small smile on his face. “If this is what you want to do, then I’m happy for you.” He nodded again, trying to convince himself it was the right thing to do. “You’re going to do great.”

   It was enough to deceive you at least. Relief filled your body and a weight seemed to be lifted off your shoulders. A smiled tugged at the corners of your lips as your eyes began to feel misty. “Thank you Leonardo.” You stretched and gave him a kiss on the cheek.         For a moment you could have sworn he pulled away ever so slightly. The thought was quickly dismissed when his large hand patted your back. “C'mon, let’s see if Donnie can stream a movie for us,” he stood quickly, but you hardly noticed.

   He was handling it better than you would have expected. You thought for sure he would try to fight you on it; of course you were still grateful you didn’t have to. It was a very mature decision for him to make, but perhaps that was just his years of leadership taking over. You smiled at the thought, happy that he was growing more into the role given to him. Soon you followed after him, ready to spend as much time as you could with him before the impending move.        “Hey Donatello,” Leonard caught his brother’s attention. “You know any good sites for streaming?”        For a moment the purple-wearing turtle hesitated before nodding. “Yeah. Sure Leo,” he turned back to the keyboard and in a matter of seconds had a list of movies and shows. Your eyes lit up at the number of titles that it felt overwhelming. 

   You winced a little and looked over at the blue-eyed turtle. “What do you wanna watch?” 

   His crossed arms shrugged. “Eh, you pick.”

   “You sure?” Sometimes the two of you had very different tastes in movies and you wanted to make sure he would at least enjoy himself.

   “Yeah. Besides, we gotta celebrate somehow right?”        The smile on his face reassured you and you turned your attention back to the monitor.        There was a tap at Leonardo’s arm, drawing his attention away from you. Donatello gestured for him to follow as he spoke, “Hey Leo, can I talk to you for a sec about some Foot activity I found earlier?”        The katana-wielding mutant nodded quickly, uncrossing his arms as he followed his brother into the other room. “What’d you find?” he asked as soon as the lean turtle stopped.        “Hm? Oh nothing,” Donatello admitted. “What’s wrong?” He asked quickly before his older brother and leader had a chance to speak.        The question caught Leonardo off guard and his hesitation betrayed him. “Nothing’s wrong Donnie. Why would you think something’s wrong?”        “Well, you called me ‘Donatello’ for starters.”         Leonardo cringed and rubbed the back of his neck. He saved his brothers’ full names for serious situations. Already he was doing an awful job of hiding his discomfort.

   “So?” Donatello pressed. “You wanna talk about it?”

   An aggravated sigh came out of Leonardo as he leaned against the wall. Of course he did not want to talk about it; who would ever want to talk about something like this? But the cat was already out of the bag, and he would have to tell the others about it sooner or later. Better it be Donatello to know first than the other two.

   He tried to paraphrase it, but unfortunately Donatello kept asking questions. He shot down every single option, reassuring his brother that the two of you had already discussed it all. In the end, the two turtles were slumped against the wall; Leonardo was seething and Donatello was still trying to think of something.

   “Hmm…I could make a firewall for her computer? Make it harder for the Foot to trace anything?” The purple-clad ninja offered.

   “And put family in danger instead?” Leonardo shook his head. “That’s not fair, Donnie.”

   The glasses on Donatello’s face slid down ever so slightly when he furrowed his brow. “There has to be someway–”

   “Donnie!” Leonardo’s stern tone stopped him mid-thought. “It’s okay,” he squeezed his brother’s shoulder and forced his lips to smile.

   “Hey Leo!” You called out from the other room. You had a movie picked out for a while but you did not want to disturb their conversation if it was about the Foot. However, it had been taking a long time and the brothers did have a tendency to get sidetracked. “I found a good one! You comin’?”

   “One sec!” He hollered and quickly returned his attention to Donatello. “Don’t try anything.”

   “But Leo–”

   “This is what’s best, Donatello,” He stated firmly before his eyes drifted to the floor. “I’m not gonna be the one to get in the way of their dreams.” Without another word he returned to you, looking exasperated but ready with a believable excuse. –    Throughout the course of a few days, Leonardo had mastered hiding his true feelings from you. He did not want you to leave. Just imagining how empty the lair would feel without you made his gut twist and joints shiver. But the way you smiled as you recollected your childhood days in your hometown made him want you to experience it again. Guilt overwhelmed him for wanting to be selfish when you gushed in excitement after you showed him the set of classes you were scheduled to take during your first semester. It was enough for him to lie through his teeth just to make sure you wouldn’t second guess yourself.

   The night before you were to leave the two of you ordered your favorite pizza and watched your favorite movies in the lair. Luckily for the both of you, none of his brothers interrupted.  Eventually you nodded off to slumber.

   He stared at your sleeping form and left you there, wanting to keep you close for as long as possible. When the movie finally finished Leonardo knew this would be good-bye. Very carefully, he pushed your body off of his arm enough for him to stand. With one swift movement he picked you up and left the lair quietly. He was careful with how he stepped, not wanting to wake you. There was only a moment when you woke up, but it was so you could wrap your arms around his neck and hold on as he pushed open the manhole cover.

   The moment the two of you were on the surface you fell right back to sleep. He was thankful for that at least; it would be easier for him to leave if you stayed asleep than to have any lingering good-byes. Soon he was at your apartment and slipped inside your room through the window for the final time. Boxes were stacked on top of one another in your once decorative room. The only thing remaining was your bed, which only had a comforter and a single pillow on it. You had packed the sheets, mattress pad, and other blankets earlier, trying to have as little last-minute packing to do as possible for the morning of.

   After he had laid you down and covered you in the large blanket, he just stood in the room, staring at the blank walls and labeled boxes. He wanted to leave something, anything, of his behind in the hopes you would remember him; but it was just another thing he could not do. He knew you couldn’t forget him, it would be hard to forget a giant mutant turtle after all. But he thought if he left something behind, then maybe you would abandon your school work to come back to him. As far fetched as the idea was, it was still a hope he could not afford having in his head.

   Instead he simply brushed the stray hairs out of your face and planted a kiss on your forehead before leaving. The moment he entered the lair Donatello appeared out of the shadows with a sympathetic look. Leonardo stopped and stared at his brother, feeling his heart twist. All the emotions he had pushed down were about to boil over. Thankfully, Donatello was smart enough to not say a word and watched as his brother walked quietly out of the room.

The leader in a blue