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Basic Headcanons:

john might like scaring people, but he's not a huge fan of getting scared himself.

he won't lash out or anything, but he might be skittish for a good while afterwards

that being said, he is much, MUCH harder to scare. trying to jumpscare him? he'll just laugh it off and play along. common phobias like spiders, clowns, heights, ect? not a big deal.

he has no concept of periods or period cramps, but he's definitely curious. will ask a LOT of questions, some more invasive than others.

he doesn't mean anything bad by it, my boy is just fascinated by y/n's (if they're a period haver) biological functions

he likes to draw in his spare time but his doodles are little more than messy scribbles and a few silly profanities...

he's proud of his work though!

speaking of art, do NOT let this man anywhere near paint. john doe will not hesitate to chug an entire bottle of acrylic paint like its the last soda on earth

but as a fun little side effect, his skin will gradually take on the hue of whatever paint he just ingested (like when you put a white rose stem into a cup of food coloring and its petals start changing colors)

he can impersonate a number of animal sounds with terrifying accuracy and will do so at random.

there's been plenty of times where he just pauses mid-conversation and lets out the loudest, most ungodly eagle screech for no reason. he just thinks its fun!

he's not very good at video games, but he'll still play them!

first person shooters are especially hard for him, it's just so hard to focus with a split pupil and a lot of flashy lights

is fully convinced that santa claus is real and does not like the man whatsoever. what do you mean this random guy breaks into y/n's house every year to leave gifts? that's HIS job!!

same goes for the tooth fairy. he has a tendency to stash teeth under his pillow to snack on while he sleeps and he'll be damned if some rando shows up trying to take his stash.

Romance Headcanons:

john might be asexual (at least to some degree), but he'd never say no to y/n!

in fact, he might even find every excuse ever just to keep his hands on them at all times, both in his human form and as a silly little hairball.

he keeps track of every little anniversary and will make y/n a hyperspecific card for every single one of them. so somewhere in their house, y/n has a stash of crudely drawn scribbles and a note that reads "HAPPY THREE WEEK ANNIVERSARY OF THE TIME WE FIRST SWAPPED HOODIES!!! I LOVE YOU :D"

if y/n is into reading, john doe will burn through book after book just to find something to talk to them about.

the only problem... is that john isn't a strong reader. he reads best by literally eating the pages and "absorbing" the content

the first kiss is very messy, very clumsy, and waaay too full of tongue. it's like he's trying to taste y/n from the inside in a non-sexual way, but that probably just makes it worse.

oddly enough, his kisses taste like vanilla with just a faint hint of copper. give him time, he'll learn.

if y/n ever decides they want kids, john will be all over it. gushing, over the moon, a thousand times yes!! a family with y/n??? it's a dream come true!

it might take him a good minute to realize that physically having kids with y/n is impossible, so he just goes for the next best thing! bringing home a random kid he just happened to pluck off the street for you two...

not that the kid would be too upset about getting snatched up by this weird stranger. john has an uncanny ability to draw children in with his natural whimsy and chaotic energy. its a wonder he doesn't have his own army of schoolage gremlins

john purrs and chirps like an oversized cat demanding affection even in his human form.

Mikey:

Isn't at all intimidated by Y/N's size! He might even like her all the more for it. It's kinda rare for people to not be taller than him, so it's really just a matter of how climable Y/N is.

Hell, after years of using his own brothers as his personal jungle gym, Mikey's really had a lot of practice in this kind of thing. He's all over Y/N, perching on her shoulder like a parrot, clinging to her leg, swinging from her arm like a monkey bar. You name it, he's probably gonna do it.

"Aw, c'mon! You're the perfect height and huggability for acrobatics! Pluuus, I'll let you drive the Turtle Tank if you do~" "MICHELANGELO RENEE HAMATO, DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT TOUCHING THE TANK."

Will absolutely demand piggy back rides like the goofball he is. He might get a bit pouty if Y/N tells him no, but he understands! That doesn't mean he's not going to try and jump her like a cowboy trying to ride a wild mustang.

Literally, all doe-eyes and goofy grins every time he sees Y/N trying on heels. Like how can one person possibly get any taller?? Feels his heart stutter and his cheeks burn the moment she strides in with the clack-clack-clacking of a woman on a mission.

If Y/N is somehow insecure about her height? BOOM! Out come the stilts. He might even bring her along on a tour of the Hidden City just to show off all the different body types out there so Y/N doesn't feel quite as bad. There's no doubt in his mind that Y/N is perfect the way she is and he's determined to make her see it one way or another!

SHOPPING! A huge must for the duo. He won't even ask, he'll just show up at Y/N's house one day with a silly disguise and drag her out to the nearest shopping mall for a new wardrobe. After all, she's gotta show off them tall, luscious legs and that glam attitude with some pizzazz

He's the one that ends up getting teased about his height more than Y/N does, especially by his brothers. He's just so short compared to Y/N. "Aw, look at widdle Mikey tryna give his girlfriend a hug!" "It's like you're trying ask for uppies or something."

Romantically, Y/N's height is absolutely no problem for him. He's like peak gentleman energy, opening doors for her, pulling out her chair for her, taking the lead in dancing (look, he's a huge romantic, just let him have his ballroom fairytale).

Boy is UNBOTHERED when it comes to dating and height differences. He won't let anyone talk his Amazonian goddess down. He will literally show Y/N off to everyone Will Smith style everywhere they go, like:

Leo:

As everyone knows, Leo is the king of overcompensation and the same will absolutely apply to height. He's not insecure about his height by any stretch of the imagination, but he's definitely gotta keep up the 'knight in shining armor' look if he wants to woo Y/N and sweep her off her feet (metaphorically speaking ofc).

So what if Y/N is taller? Leo's still packing in the skillz department. If he wasn't a showoff before, he's definitely insufferable now. But not in his usual competitive way. He doesn't do it to one-up her, he does it to impress her. Really, he's just peacocking to prove to Y/N that he's total boyfriend material.

Doesn't climb on Y/N to the same extent that Mikey does, but will absolutely use her to dramatically faint or for some other over-the-top theatrics. He might just drop a really cheesy pickup line to really sell it. He's also a huge fan of height checks with Y/N and will insist every time that he's definitely grown an inch every time.

Leo treats Y/N like a true partner-in-crime, not just a teammate or a human companion. He definitely plays into her towering height as an intimidation tactic and defaults to her when he wants backup. If someone dares to even question him and his clearly flawless logic, he gestures to her like, “Tall Lady says it’s legit, and I trust Tall Lady. So can it, shortstuff.”

Is definitely rocking heels alongside Y/N just to make her feel less insecure. Sure, a tall person wearing heels might be a bit overkill, but a fruity mutant turtle wearing heels? Now that's something worth gawking at. He doesn't mind the attention (he was built for the spotlight after all), but he really only does it to build up Y/N's confidence. Anything to show her just how incredible she is.

Has a thing with legs though he'll never admit it. Tall, tones calves, sumptuous thighs, and miles of leg to run his hand over? It isn't even sexual in nature, he's just admiring Y/N the same way an art aficionado studies a work of art. Will definitely encourage Y/N to wear clothes that show off them stunning legs. Definitely feels that Y/N has modeling potential and will keep saying it until his dying breath. Might be a tad jealous, but nothing is more tragic than beauty that goes unappreciated.

Which is how he goes about convincing Y/N to join a few small time fashion shows. And you bet he's on the front row cheering the loudest. You'd think she was an American Top Model with how much Leo's gushing over her. He'll even tote himself as her 'agent' if she expresses interest in pursuing modeling. Somehow always has connections to make it happen (he totally didn't portal into some higher up's office and add her name to the roster)

Donnie:

Thinks Y/N's height is “genetically elite” and absolutely has scanned her multiple times to understand her “bone density to altitude ratio.” Whatever that means. Will totally run a litany of tests on Y/N. Donnie's primary love language *is* observation after all (next to gift giving obviously).

Donnie stares. A lot. Not in a creepy, gawking sort of way though, he's just genuinely intrigued by Y/N's unique traits and the clear advantage she has over everyone else. And not to get primitive, but in his brilliant mind taller = more authority. (It's totally not a height preference, why would you even say that?)

Often asks Y/N to help with lab setups that require higher reach—less out of need, more because he likes working with her. Plus, he can't trust Raph to be careful enough with his tech to ask for his help. And sure, he could technically use his battle shell, but why do that when Y/N is right there?

Constantly upgrades things to fit Y/N's tall frame. Her favorite chair? Now optimized for lumbar support at her height. His lab stool? Now taller so he can kiss talk to her without climbing something. He even has the Turtle Tank modified to give Y/N extra leg room. After all, anything to keep her around is a huge bonus.

"After days of nonstop extensive research, many failed prototypes, and 15 liters of liquid caffeine, I present to you, dear Y/N, my magnum opus! BEHOLD!" "... It's a chair." "Fitted to your exact measurements for the ideal gaming experience, ergonomically designed, and with DUAL cupholders!"

Doesn't admit it out loud, but overthinks their first kiss often. Deep down, he's a huge sucker for romance, so his ideal first kiss with Y/N would have to be perfect. But how is he supposed to sweep her off her feet without toppling them both over? It should be spontaneous but it should also be somewhere with a raised platform for him to look down at her when they're about to kiss. And it needs to be-

He isn't too good at communication or picking up on social cues, but he is *very* adept at understanding Y/N's height related insecurities. Doesn't mean he'll get all mushy and offer gentle reassurances, no no. Being the pragmatic genius that he is, he figures that the best solution is building himself a taller mech suit so when the two of them walk side by side, all the attention is drawn to him and not her.

Secretly loves watching Y/N intimidate people with her superior height. If someone’s rude to him and she steps forward, casting a tall, looming shadow, Donnie will immediately be smug about it. Y/N is that much closer to unlocking her true menacing potential and accepting that her height is a blessing and not a detriment!

“Hm. Yes. Deploying personal kaiju. Excellent.” "What did you just call me-?" "Oh, nothing. By all means, continue." [is totally recording on his phone for posterity]

Raph:

SMITTEN. LOVESTRUCK. IN ABSOLUTE HEAVEN AND Y/N IS THE ANGEL THAT GREETS HIM AT THE GOLDEN GATES.

That is to say, Raph isn't picky about things like height, but it's nice to not feel like a bear in a glass factory. Everyone and everything is just so small compared to him and he's trained himself to be so, so careful. Being around Y/N just gives him a chance to relax. He'll still treat her like the fragile dove she is, but he's no longer as reserved with his physical affection.

Huge bonus if Y/N is also chubbier, he will absolutely melt for his big, soft cuddle buddy. And yes, platonic or not, cuddles are a huge must for him. Raphael might be big and bad, but all of that is really just so he doesn't accidentally crush someone with his bear hugs.

"Heh, you, ah— you just let Raph know when I'm squeezin' too hard, yeah? Think I'm startin' to forget my own strength around ya." "This okay? Yeah? You sure? I— What? Scared? Pfft, I ain't scared of a few hugs!"

If she ever rests her chin on his head, it's over for him. Especially if he's sitting in her lap. Anything that makes Raph feel smaller will immediately have him wrapped around Y/N's finger. He's like those large dogs that don't realize they're not a puppy anymore. (He totally doesn't purr, nuh uh)

Even if Y/N is taller, he will still give her piggyback rides at will. After all, he's built like a war machine so carrying Y/N is like a walk in the park. Just don't expect to give him piggyback rides in return. He's built like a war machine and will absolutely wreck your spine.

He has a disgusting number of cutesy nicknames he calls Y/N. They all usually range from "champ", "big mama (/platonic)", "pipsqueak" to "angel face" or "big mama (/spiceee)". Expect a lot of ironic shortie names sprinkled in there too.

He's not bothered by the height difference if Y/N is a little taller than him... mostly. But he does tend to get a bit insecure at times when it feels like he's not as useful to Y/N as he usually is with his brothers. He's spent so long being the biggest, the tallest, the oldest that to him it feels like that's all there really is to him. But a few reassuring words and lots of TLC will definitely pick his confidence right back up.

Overall though, he's ecstatic. If his brothers are getting out of line, Raph can always count on Y/N to help him put them in air jail. Sure, they might be able to take Raph on by himself, but they're no match for two giants. And they hate it.

NSFW & SFW Headcanons:

Lawrence isn't very picky when it comes to his captives, dead or alive. But for him, his ideal victim would be someone a bit heavier and with a few unique imperfections. Y/N catches his eye almost immediately and from the first moment he sees her, he makes the decision to bring her home.

Something about the way warmth pools under Y/N's curves and rolls, the vitality thrumming under her skin... It's the very thing he finds fascinating and- dare he say- attractive. He's never been one to crush on another, but there's no other way to explain the fluttering in his chest every time he glances her way.

Clothing is no longer an option for Y/N. No baggy shirts, no loose pants. If Lawrence is feeling generous, he might leave her some underwear to cover up with, but it has to be form-fitting. He wants to see every dip and curve, every press of her flesh against the chair's surface.

He stares, but not to mock. Not to judge. He's entranced, completely smitten by the way her flesh clings to the waves of fat and muscle hidden underneath. His gaze is reverent. Adoring, even. He might even hesitate to kill her, keeping her around longer than he's kept his other victims.

"You're... soft. Delicate. Honest. So full of life. Your body doesn't lie to me. It just... is."

Lawrence loathes every little thing about himself. His voice, his personality, the way his bones poke out from the pallid stretch of skin he's forced to call his own. His body is a reminder of the physical tether that ties him to the nightmarish realm of the living.

But Y/N... She's everything he isn't. Her body is life where his is the rot that comes after. He doesn't shy away from exploring it in every way he can.

On particularly cold nights, he'll untie Y/N and sit her on his lap to keep him warm. It doesn't matter to him if she's squirming and struggling to get away from him, his arms will keep her firmly in place against him until he's finally sleepy enough to put her back in the chair.

"Hold still. I'm- I won't hurt you. Just stay here a little longer. Just... just a little more."

If he ever does end up killing Y/N, she'll linger in his thoughts for the next few months. In a way, he might hate himself for letting Y/N go so soon and will absolutely take it out on his new victim. He might make a snide remark about how they're "nothing like her", how they "lack warmth".

Lawrence’s touch is always unsteady, shaky, trembling when it trails over Y/N's skin. Not out of lust, but from awe. He treats every part of Y/N's body like something sacred and unfamiliar. He can’t decide if he wants to worship her or crawl inside her skin and disappear completely. Given the chance, he'll probably end up doing both.

He’s fascinated by how warm she feels under his hands, how her pulse seems stronger beneath the softer parts of her body. He’ll press his palms there, murmuring about how “alive” she is, almost as if trying to convince himself she’s real. As touch averse as he can be, he's surprisingly comfortable with touch when it comes to Y/N.

Lawrence sometimes finds himself fantasizing about how Y/N might feel from the inside. With how soft she is on the outside, he can only imagine how she'd feel inside. Occasionally, he'll relieve that aching curiosity by letting his fingers dip into the shallow cuts he's left on her or by squeezing her rolls rougher than he should. But sometimes, even that isn't enough...

He might initiate sex sooner with Y/N than he normally would with anyone else. It would definitely come after a few hours spent grabbing at every possible curve he can get his hands on. Breasts. Thighs. Belly. There will be finger shaped bruises come morning.

The quiet sounds of discomfort his rough touch elicits from Y/N and the way she squirms will only spur Lawrence on. But in the back of his mind, he's torn between killing her right then and there or taking a more... carnal approach. All he knows is that he needs more of Y/N. This isn't close enough. It's not enough. He needs more...

He's only ever been with lifeless corpses, so his first time with Y/N is... awkward to say the very least. But his touch is no less bold. It's less about pleasing her and more about getting to be inside of her that really matters.

Whether or not Y/N gets to come depends on how generous he's feeling in that moment. Some nights, he might just be looking for something to keep him warm, spooning Y/N from behind and sleeping while still inside of her. Other nights, he'll reward Y/N with a few climaxes.

Somnophilia. Sometimes he stares at her after she’s fallen asleep, eyes hollow but soft. He looks like he’s memorizing her, waiting... But Lawrence can only be so patient. Sometimes, he just can't wait. Whether or not Y/N is a light sleeper, Lawrence will grind himself against her again and again, dreaming of the day that the two of them can finally fuse into one another, no longer knowing where one ended and the other began.

More often than not, Y/N will wake up to a mess come morning.

He might be sterile, but that doesn't stop him from fantasizing about how perfect Y/N might look, round and full of his child. He'll spend literal hours with his eyes locked on the curve of her stomach. "What a lovely cradle to have..."

Even when he’s gone too far — when she’s left marked, breathless, or trembling — he looks almost ashamed. He’ll clean her up carefully, almost penitently, whispering that he “just wanted to see” what it felt like to be close to something alive.

Oneshot:

Decay.

The one constant that Lawrence clung onto like a vice.

The one thing in this cold, uncaring world that offered some sense of belonging. The become one with the soil, to be accepted... It was that very beauty that Lawrence was trying so desperately to share with his Y/N.

But she just wouldn't listen.

No, she just had to fight and cry and squirm. He had to do something about this before Y/N became an even bigger nuisance to him than she already was.

"H-Hold still! I'm not trying to make it hurt, I just need you to- Please, just-!" Lawrence was becoming increasingly agitated as Y/N writhed and trembled against his lap, pleading for mercy before his blade drew up a thin line of crimson across her skin. It wasn't supposed to hurt, but his hand just kept slipping the more she moved. Didn't she realize she was only making it worse for herself?

"Please! I'll do anything!"

Lawrence went deathly still as he heard her helpless pleas, a flicker of intrigue playing across his pallid features. "Anything...?" He murmured mostly to himself. His fingers stilled mid-slice, the thrumming of her pulse fluttering against him. She was going to die here anyways. But... there was no harm in indulging... right?

For a moment, he didn't speak, his intense gaze taking in the fear and desperation etched in Y/N's featires. So soft, so round...

"Let me..." He trailed off thoughtfully, shifting Y/N on his lap so that she was facing him, her supple breasts pressed up against his firm bony chest. "You're warm..." Her inviting heat seeped through the scant fabric separating the two of them and Lawrence could feel every shudder that coursed through her heavy frame.

His hands, bold and eager in their exploration, feathered down her sides, giving her rolls a gentle squeeze before his fingers traced the stretch marks across Y/N's skin. Like little streaks of lightning.

He loved the way the small ridges felt beneath his fingers, though not as much as he loved the bounce of her flesh each time she wriggled and squirmed against him.

"Can you... do that again?" He asked in a low, gravelly tone, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as his breath became ragged and labored. Y/N simply gave him a puzzled look, her discomfort obvious.

"D-Do what...?"

"Move." The words were barely a whisper now and Lawrence's hips gave an insistent buck against her as if trying to show her exactly what he meant. He was excited.

Mikey:

He is instantly captivated. He’s wide-eyed the moment they somersault onto the scene with a dramatic entrance and an evil laugh. “DUUUDE. She’s like a real-life anime villain!!”

Even if they're not subtle with their misdeeds, Mikey won't write them off as completely evil. He'll take Y/N's constant games as irrefutable evidence that they're not bad, they just need a nudge in the right direction.

Just like with Baron Draxum, Meatsweats, and Cassandra, Mikey will NOT give up on Y/N. Even if it takes the rest of his life, he WILL get them to change! Or at the very least steal less...

He isn't one to judge and no matter the crime, he's quick to find some justification behind it. It annoys his brothers to no end just how often he'll make excuses for Y/N's antics.

"See? They even returned it! Does that scream 'Evil Villain' to you?"

No one is convinced...

Won't admit it out loud, but he secretly looks forward to facing off with Y/N. Treats it as much of a game as they do. No consequences, just good ol' fun!

He might even leave a few notes of his own hidden around where the brothers might be expecting Y/N to next.

He'll leave them inspirational quotes like "Every day is a new opportunity!" or "Someone somewhere cares about you!"

Might even leave a few sketches he's made of them scattered around for them to find. He considers it an olive branch of sorts.

Oh yeah... He's sketched them more often than he cares to admit. He even has their name graffitied into his sketchbook... They may or may not have received a few of these in the mail from an anonymous 'fan'.

He definitely fangirls if Y/N manages to pull off a particularly difficult heist. Like he's secretly rooting for them. And honestly, he kinda is.

The way he sees it, as long as no one's really getting hurt, what's the harm?

He might even compliment their tastes or gush over their 'ingenious plan' during battles.

He might as well consider himself Y/N's number one fan. Everyone else can see just how hard he's pining for them, but he insists it's just admiration! "Can't a guy swoon over a few well-placed traps?"

Unfortunately, he does get a bit distracted as a result of their captivating banter. And Y/N gets away. Every. Single. Time.

He bites the bullet one day and decides to send them a long and rambling love letter about how amazing their last escape was and if he could get their autograph and maybe a lock of their hair.

Leo:

A villain with theatrical flair? Oh, Leo is all FOR IT.

Every fight turns into a back-and-forth exchange of sass and innuendo. It's non-stop flirting the whole time. The rest of the team groans.

“Can you two not flirt mid-battle?!” "Or get a room, for the love of god!"

He's definitely on board with their little games. Listens to every dramatic monologue with keen interest. He's legitimately invested in their maniacal schemes.

Especially considering that Y/N never takes things too seriously. What's the point of villainy if they're not allowed to have a little fun? And it's not like anyone's actually getting hurt.

Obviously, he's not too keen on the whole 'criminal' aspect, but eh, he can let that slide. Who hasn't stolen a few trinkets? If it weren't for his brothers, Leo would definitely be going along with their villainy.

Besides, with banter this good, who can resist? It's like they were tailor made for each other!

"Fancy seeing you here again, Y/N. Can't blame ya, I am a work of art after all~"

He LIVES for the fun banter, the dramatic exits, it just screams classic villain vs. hero. Plus, it gives him a chance to show off his rad skills. Who doesn't love an audience?

Fair warning, though, he is not one to be outdone and will play things up to an obnoxious degree. Leo will make it his life mission to one-up Y/N in showmanship, to out-wit them with his killer one-liners, to be the guy that gets the last laugh.

So what if they get away? The gang can always catch them later. He won't admit that he's really only using that as an excuse for more battles.

He has gotten in trouble for letting them walk free because he just makes it SO. OBVIOUS.

"Same time next week, gorgeous?" "LEO! THEY ARE RIGHT THERE!"

Pretends he’s unaffected by their charm, but he’s so into them. Every time they escape, he paces the rooftop like a lovesick fool. Donnie's caught him monologuing to himself a time or two, the dork.

Would never try to change Y/N's villainy ways, that's more of Mikey's thing. If it's not broke, why fix it? And he definitely enables their schemes. He might even throw in a few suggestions here and there.

"You call that an escape? Leave this to the pros. Allow moi." He literally portals them out of there.

The taunting notes might get under his skin if they hit a little too close to home, but for the most part, he likes to think of them as a challenge. And Leo's never one to back down from a challenge!

Eventually confesses in the middle of a duel. It comes out of the blue (pun intended) too. But it's subtle enough that it doesn't register until well after the battle. “Y’know what? I like you, sparkle-bomb. Even if you’re the biggest headache I’ve ever had.”

Donnie:

Starting out? Utter disdain. Aggravation, frustration, humiliation. Y/N's games are the bane of Donnie's existence. Their villainy has earned them a top spot on Donnie's hit list (not an assassination list, just a list of people he wants to hit).

Each heist, each failed mission, every little note is a blow to his pride. He takes every note as a taunt and those taunts haunt his every nightmare. He will absolutely lose sleep over Y/N and not in a good way.

Eventually, he learns to tolerate them. After all, their schemes are pretty impressive, even if he isn't too fond of their motives. Especially when it comes to the higher-risk missions. There's a small level of begrudging respect there.

The one thing he absolutely CANNOT get over is their devil-may-care attitude or how casually they just go around wreaking havoc. Reminds him a little too much of Leonardo and he's not exactly a fan.

“A competent villain is not all that special. Their calculations are sloppy. Their logic is flawed. Their outfit has—ugh. Fantastic layering!"

Won't ever for the life of him say that they're a better... well, anything than him (definitely his pride talking), but he starts reverse-engineering their confiscated tech after every fight. He spitefully disassembles their gadgets just to put them back together better.

Sends them back in mystery boxes just so he can brag about the new improvements he's made and definitely not to hear their praise.

Donnie hacked their communicator once just to prove he could. They responded by hacking into his lab and leaving a flirty voice note. He hasn’t deleted it.

He may or may not have sample-mixed their recordings to mess around with when he thinks no one's around. Mixes it up to say things like "You have bested me once again, Othello von Ryan! You truly are the superior one!".

They hack each other’s comms to send snarky messages. Y/N's are usually flirty. His are annoyed... mostly. Talks to them under various aliases. They figure out it’s him after, like, two messages.

“Donatello, darling, I’d know your neurotic typing pattern anywhere.”

They’ve fought entirely in binary code over encrypted signals. None of the brothers know what they’re saying. Mikey suspects it’s dirty.

Thinks about Y/N at the most inconvenient times. In the lab, during training, mid-sentence—suddenly they're there in his head with a smirk and a bad pun. It INFURIATES him.

Y/N definitely plays into his weaknesses by complimenting him or offering him praise mid-battle. And we all know how susceptible Donnie is to praise.

“Only someone truly brilliant could hack the city grid like that~” “Well, I—I mean, it’s basic physics and hacking theory but—ugh, stop looking at me like that.”

Raph:

Raph doesn't have the same appreciation for Y/N's dramatic flair as his brothers. In fact, he's suspicious as hell.

“They're too loud. Too showy. That ain’t normal.” He's constantly glaring at them like they just kicked his dog.

He hates how cool Y/N is in front of his brothers. They'll swing in, blow something up, strike a pose, and call him “Red Hot.” Leo’s wheezing. Mikey’s making kissy faces. Raph is about to throw a car.

Every time they call him a cutesy nickname mid-battle, he physically reacts. “Big guy.” “Muscles.” “My darling devastation~” Cue involuntary neck flex, eye twitch, and beet-red cheeks. Every. Single. Time.

Raphael has always been a big fan of martial arts and Y/N's form is no exception. Lowkey memorizes their fighting style. Not to beat them (okay maybe a little), but because he likes watching them move—graceful, bold, impossible to ignore. It’s art, even if it makes him flustered.

Wants to hate Y/N. Tells himself they're ridiculous, unserious, and a total distraction... but when they're not around, everything feels quieter. Boring. Empty.

Despite being on different sides of the battle, he would absolutely save them during a mission gone wrong. He says it’s “just so they can face us fair next time.”. Everyone can see right through that silly little excuse.

Eventually admits he respects their strength and wit. Even if they're annoying. He likes someone who can throw him across a rooftop and laugh while doing it.

He secretly trains harder after every encounter.

He won’t say it out loud, but part of him wants to impress Y/N—not just protect his brothers. He knows they're dangerous, but damn if he doesn’t want to keep up with them.

He always growls when they escape but never chases them as hard as he could. “One of these days, I’m gonna catch Y/N.” But he’s lying to himself. He lets them go every time.

If they ever flirt with someone else to get under his skin? Oh boy. The look he gives is pure murder—and the second they’re alone, he corners them like “You wanna explain what the hell that was?”

Y/N likes to pretend they have no idea what they're talking about. And ooh, does it ever piss the hell out of him.

Like his brothers, though, he isn't too against the idea of redemption. Hell, if it worked with Baron and Cassandra, Y/N would definitely be a candidate for change.

john doe was just a placeholder name given to him by ms. ivy bc his real name wasn't 'normal' enough

but he took it as her accepting him into their strange little city and adopted it as his real name

he can read at a very basic level but he's v dyslexic (and his split pupil makes it harder for him to read)

if you ever wrote john's name anywhere, he'd steal it and frame it on his wall as his most prized possession

bc its just further acceptance of him and his totally normal identity! it means he's fitting in perfectly!!

his favorite genre of music is a combination of industrial screamo and bluegrass interspersed with lots of random sounds

but he also enjoys anything you enjoys listening to

he finds humans fascinating, especially you. their humanness just makes them all the more interesting to him!

he likes bugs (canon) but his favorite ones are large spiders, centipedes, and roly polys

in his little hairball form, he likes to roll around in the dirt (he calls it 'dust bunnying')

he likes to do that thing where he holds his palm over a flame because he likes the way it tickles

sometimes this results in his hand catching fire. it doesn't hurt but whew, he's had to reform a few times bc of this

cartoon physics absolutely apply to him. walk off a cliff? takes a good few seconds and a double take before he falls

swallows something whole? his face will take the shape of said item

he doesn't need to sleep but likes to mimic human behavior and tries anyways

will even do the little 'honk schnoo' sound to act like he's snoring

saves all the receipts he's ever gotten. not for any tax purposes or anything, he just thinks they're neat and so so SO cozy to nest in

oh yeah, he makes little nests out of the most random things. old fabric, receipts, tin cans

he likes his tin can nest the best

Post-Show 2:

You're on painkillers:

"???"

(I just had to include his reaction...)

Introductions:

You distracted them:

'You hit like a girl'

Epilogue (You died):