Finding Love Katakuri X Reader Part 24

Donatello's First Love—Splinter's Talk

mostly bayverse, could be 2003 if you squint hard enough. did it a little different with this one compared to the others :0 word count: 1.6k

Spanning his messy corner of the Lair, Donnie's many monitors mounted to the wall were alight with a blue glow. The same few camera feeds rotated between the locations outside of their home and other places, monitoring, and allowing surveillance to take a backseat in his mind while he worked. At his desk, he gently squeezed a pipette into the mouth of a breaker, waiting for the reaction he was looking for to occur. 

"Interesting," he mumbled to himself, "I wonder what happens if I were to supercool the mixture." 

He placed the substance in a tray and prepared another batch, this time, much more concentrated. There wasn't much to do around the house besides experiment with the materials he'd salvaged. That was fine; he enjoyed the process, and filling notebooks—and his walls—to the brim with chemical equations, notes and mathematics that hardly anyone but he could read. 

Careful with his large fingers to not drop the pipette, he sucked a few drops up from the test tube, going in to add to the mixture. He squinted, almost there. And then the startling alarm pinged on the screen next to him, making him jump and squirt the chemical on his work surface. He quickly wiped up and looked over at the computer. "'Motion detected: [y/n]'s apartment complex'," the screen read, switching camera feeds to one of the multiple tiny cameras he had set up. He only put cameras where he thought it mattered; he was paranoid about an ambush, and even more so at her place than theirs, now that she was coming and going from the Lair. The likelihood of their enemies finding out her association with them was about a fifty-seven percent chance, fifty percent too much for Donnie.

He scanned the monitor for signs of anything suspicious, but it turned out to be only a friend dropping by with a key to put a package inside, with [y/n]'s permission. 

"Oh," he muttered, suddenly feeling silly. He made sure the person left her apartment—and locked it back—before quickly switching the feed. That was his one secret nobody had managed to catch him out on yet. Even so, he felt slick and a little guilty for spying. But, justifiably, they needed to know if she ever was in danger! He dismissed the notification and rotated the feeds manually. "Whoops. Sorry, [y/n]...yeah, I'll just switch that back." 

He shuffled around to resume his work titrating. Except Splinter stood curiously behind the desk, eyes trained close on the monitors, and then Donnie. Donnie flinched—Splinter usually didn't come in or near his lab. In fact, none of his family normally bothered him when he had his nose in his work, because none of them understood it. Not even Leo bothered to try to get the details. The details went over their heads. 

"So, Donatello, what is it you are working on?"

"Oh, Master Splinter," Donnie greeted him, glancing back to make sure the monitor was no longer on the door to her apartment. He picked up the pipette and test tube he'd knocked over before, "What is it?"

"Refer back to my last question," Splinter replied. He leaned calmly against his cane and looked all around the cluttered lab. Notes taped, tacked, even glued to walls. A whiteboard full of impossible equations, various pieces of technology in disrepair he'd picked up from trash and things going to recycling. Quite the mess, but Donnie knew where everything was. Splinter cocked his head slightly. "What disorganization," he commented.

"Disorganized to you," Donnie corrected with a smile, "but I can find anything I'm looking for—it's actually 'unorganized', implies that it never was organized. The definition of 'disorganized' suggests that something once was organized but now isn't, but I never once had this place in order," he rambled. 

"Donatello," Splinter interrupted. Once his son got talking, it was hard to stop him. He just had to interject to get a word in. "What is it you are doing? You have been very unfocused lately. This is strange for you."  

"Unfocused" was an understatement. With a mind already running miles per minute, he was getting caught up in his own head. Getting his work station back to a functional state, he set up his tube tray, answering, "Titrating these and writing out their chemical equations. The brain's like a muscle, gotta exercise it and stay sharp," he said. And with all that sharpness, he was only half-suspicious as to why Splinter was suddenly interested in what he was doing. 

Splinter nodded. "Then I must not have seen miss [y/n]'s apartment complex on your screen. Carry on." 

Donnie froze, watching Splinter out of the corner of his hazel eyes. His stomach dropped. So, it was one secret—they weren't going to understand, he was just as protective of their home, too! What if she couldn't call the police, or even them in time if someone broke in? Her apartment wasn't in a good area, Donatello already didn't like that. What if someone grabbed her? He couldn't put his mind at ease without knowing. 

"I—well, this was a recent development, you see," Donatello stuttered, fidgeting with the purple wraps around his hands. He realized then how weird it all looked and panicked. He'd never meant for it to go this far; his cautionary measures just kept escalating more and more with his feelings for her. "I swear, it's just outside of her place! I would never put a camera in her apartment, that would be creepy, and way overstepping," he explained. "I told her I'd always look out for her and that she can count on me."

"Oh, I suppose it's no problem, then, since she gave you such consent," Splinter said, looking away momentarily to scratch his chin. His eyes snapped back over to his anxious son and popped a hairy brow up as he knocked the end of his cane on the floor to grab his attention further. "Is that right, Donatello?" 

He wanted to go into his shell. I'm busted, this is not good. "Don't tell her! So, I, um…I didn't exactly…" The thought trailed off. He didn't need to finish that sentence for both of them to know. 

"Precisely my point. Now that we have made that clear, would you like to tell me what this is really about?" 

"No! I mean, I will, since you're asking, but—agh, I swear, I'm not a creep," he said. "I just wanted to make sure she'd be okay. That's it." 

Splinter crossed behind his desk, slipping an arm around his son's shell. Donnie wanted to pull away. "Come with me. Let's take a walk." 

He led them out of the Lair into the tunnels outside their home. They could loop around easily and end up back at the Lair, and Splinter knew Donnie was going to resist talking if the others could be around to hear. Sometimes, you must play on other people's terms, he thought, listening to the quiet drip echo as they ambled through the sewer. He figured it was time to do a little damage control, although he normally pledged not to interfere with his sons and them making their mistakes. However, he didn't want to see Donatello make a potentially hazardous one to himself. 

"Now, you must understand, my son, you cannot know everything at once," Splinter said, avoiding an accusatory tone. "You have a brilliant mind, but you certainly don't tend to see the obvious." 

"What do you mean, master?" Donnie questioned. The "obvious" being under any other circumstances, his actions would definitely be seen as "creepy". The notion flew right under his radar as something to worry about, as their circumstances were anything but normal. 

"Of course, you are a young man, you want to watch out for the one you love," Splinter pointed out. Donnie cringed, even though he hasn't made much of an attempt to hide that fact. He was excited to explore something new, why should he have hidden thos feelings? He didn't shout them to the world. But it was well-known among their family that he'd beaten his brothers to the punch when it came to her, and no going for it was an unwritten but understood boundary. Still, this wasn't a conversation he was prepared for have tonight; his mind was still back at his lab.

"About everyone but Michelangelo has noticed you've been retreating to your lab more often recently." He chuckled. "And your antics around her are obvious, again. Loosen your grip a little. You are annoying your brothers vying for her attention." 

Donnie felt a rush of embarrassment come over him. Yes, he was showy—expressive, maybe too quick to whisk her away to demonstrate his new inventions, the stuff he'd discovered. Donnie knew he could hyperfixate on and obsess over things; she was on his mind more than not. As for annoying his brother, he wasn't the strongest, but he was the smartest. He was much more eager with his staff and putting his siblings back in their lane when she was around. The electric component on his weapon came in handy for quick corrections, and goofing around. 

Through all of that, he remembered having a moment of clarity when she was inspecting his computer setup one night and the camera almost flickered to hers, to which he scrambled to shut it off. Conveniently, he brushed that aside. 

Donnie lifted his goggles, rubbing his face sheepishly. "I guess you're right," he admitted. 

"The things you do for love," Splinter shook his head. "Be sure you do not push her away by accident. You are fortunate I had the mind to come talk to you about this before you made a mistake and a fool of yourself. Consider it a fair warning," he said as he looked over at his son, who waited quietly for him to continue, "to not overstep." 

"I understand, loud and clear." 

Splinter nodded in agreement, "Good. I trust you will take this advice well. You have a good heart and good intentions, Donatello, do not be clouded by your mind. Your brain is not your only quality."

"Thanks, master Splinter. I'll let up on it," Donnie relented with a small smile. He was still uncomfortable, feeling a bit dumb. He always was so caught up on making predictions, keeping everything running smoothly and safely that he didn't always consider how that worked for other people. Just because it made sense to him, didn't mean it made sense to them. Note that for later, Donatello, he reminded himself. He turned around to head back to the Lair. 

Splinter stopped to take in a little sunlight from the grate above his head, stopping Donnie in his tracks. "Oh, and Donatello," he called. 

"Yeah?" 

Splinter assumed parental status, and Donnie knew that scolding tone all too well. "Tell her about it, or turn that damned camera off." 

~wooOoOOOoooOooOooo partitionnnnnnn~

Side rant: I actually hate it when people portray Donnie (except for 2012 iterations) as shy and unconfident. He is literally the opposite in 2003 and Bayverse. Donatello is not "a little baby uwu" and I'm tired of people making him look so meek 😭

They find out your hands are rated E for Everyone

Just me on my Goofy Shit-

Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Buggy, Mihawk and GNReader!

Luffy

Luffy had been in your families restaurant with his crew, all of them eating and enjoying themselves. As a part of the waitstaff you made your rounds- Stopping when a customer was being rather mean to one of your peers.

"Excuse me what seems to be the problem?" You ask sharply, Pulling the crying waitress behind you.

"Problem!? That stupid fucking waitress told me that you can't do the simplest thing of switch out the baked potato with shrimp!?" The man yelled angrily. Your face twitching at his screaming-

"No we don't, Plates come as is- If you got a problem with it you can leave" You say calmly, ready to just have him escorted out till he smacked you across your cheeks.

"Go Get me your Ma UGGHHH!!" You punched hum right in his fat stomach in an instant, watching him crash into the table of food 6ft away with a single blow. The whole Strawhat crew sewing this and was blown away by the force on one punch!

Luffy smiled brightly at this- You were just what he needed on his crew. Those punches he knew could be devastating and needed on a ship. Waving you over with a grin.

"You're a wonderful Fighter! Wanna be apart of my Crew?"

Sanji

Sanji had taken one hell of a liking to you- You didn't know if it was because he was a natural flirt or possibly just that you had a charm to you- But quickly it was lime two partners in crime.

As Partners in crime you two would shop together the most and pick out what the menu would be.

"We should do the Curry tonight and the seafood pasta tomorrow since we will be closed to Shrimp Bay tommorow" You argue with Sanji who laughs you off with a wave. Insisting he knew better of what to make.

As you two walked tou saw a women who looked at the two of you in disgust and sneered specifically at you. Ignoring the look you wanted to just walk past. However she intentially shouldered you rather hard and You heard it- as the Snooty women passed you by.

"(Insert Slur)"

Before you whipped around like a rocket and punched her square in the jaw sending her stumbling to the side with a past and shriek. Sanji staring in shock at this as he saw how hard that punch was-

Sanji knew then, He had to either Date you or pray you find his flirting funny cause he could not take that level of ass whooping.

"You know what- We can make that Curry like you want"

Zoro

You and Zoro have become rather friendly since you joined the crew- he had warmed up to you faster than others had mainly due to how kind you were and open.

The crew had stopped on a small island to restock supplies, you and Zoro going together to get some toiletries and to keep Zoro from getting lost again-

As you two were walking holding the supplies needed for the ship and talking, when you felt it. A quick and hard slap to your left ass cheek which almost made you drop your supplies, turning around quick you saw a women and her friends laughing as they passed by- Clearly having been the ones who had done so.

"(Y/N)? What was tha-" Zoro tried to ask before his eyes widened as you proceeded to punch the girl square in the nose- Her screaming out loudly as you wooped her ass right there in the Market for all to see. Zoro just watching with what can only be described as a amazed look on his face. When you returned he smirked.

"That was one hell of a punch"

Buggy

You and him are sitting at a bar together on a date, You two had been dating for a short time but it was amazing to say the least.

Sharing drinks and nice conversation. Flirting back and forth with each other it had been a lovely time to say the least- That was till a drunk came stumbling towards you two.

"Man what's with the tomato on your nose!! Ha!!"

"Does it glow if you touch it? Is it real? Hahaha"

He started to laugh at his own jokes as Buggy eyes darkened.

Buggy face twist up in anger at hearing this, ready to rip apart the man himself- However his train of thought is stopped as you stood up suddently and gave the hardest right hook he had seen in his life.

You proceeded to quite literally beat the drunkards face black and blue right there in the bar and drag him outside like he was trash- Your face twisted up in anger and blood splashed with blood.

His eyes sparkled at such a sight- He knew right then and there. Not only was he just a tiny bit scared of you.. But he was defiently going to marry you!

Mihawk

You and Mihawk had been very well acquainted with each other for a long time. He respected you and you him-

Today was similar to all others, He had been called to this Marine Base for an unknown reason- walking together side by side you

"I still can't believe they let monsters in the Marines..." You heard a young cadet hiss to his fellow peers.

You turned sharply at hearing this looking right at the Cadet.

"Care to repeat that Cadet?" You ask sharply, the others quickly shrinking away from your gaze however the stupid cadet stood up and walked straight up towards you two.

"I said- I still can't believe they let monste-" He was cut off by the hard rear uppercut you gave him, Hearing his teeth clatter as you began to beat up the stupid Marine.

Mihawk stared with his eyebrows raised, watching you beat the dog shit out of the Marine who dared to insult him. Typically he would have cut just the ignorant man down himself however this was more amusing to him.

Once you were finished and walking back over to him he pulled out a handkerchief to clean.your hands.

"That is very impressive Darling. Come, Id hate for a mess to be on your precious form"

using a request to show a little appreciation for @vaporeon-panda's excellent fic: A Fox's Reflection 😁❤

Beheaded and Beloved [Headcanons]

Posted:09/16/23

Title: Beheaded and Beloved [Headcanons]

Yandere Buggy x GN Strawhat reader

Summary: Buggy becomes yandere over a strawhat after be stuck as a head on their ship. [Headcanons]

Author's note:

Word Count: 1128

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Warnings: yandere, language, NSFW

🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞

Buggy was pissed off that he was not only stuck on the ship of the straw hat crew but that he didn't have his body.

The crew needs him to guide them to Arlong and Nami. Usually, he would be stuck in a bag in the corner when they didn't need him. However, a curtain little straw hat had an annoying habit of "taking care of him."

Most of the crew wouldn't care when Buggy was hungry or where he slept, but for some reason, you did. The reason this was so strange to Buggy was because you did more than necessary to provide for him.

"What the hell are you doing? Don't touch me." Buggy snips at you as you take off his stripped bandana. "I'm washing you. Your filthy..." You then went to take his long blue hair out of its bun. "Wash me?! The fucking does that mean? I'm not your little pouch." He hisses when you try to take the hair tie out of his tangled hair. "Watch it!"

You made a habit of washing him. Which includes doing his hair and rinsing off his crusty old makeup. Which he hated the first time you did.

"Don't touch my makeup you whore!" Wetting a washcloth you began to wipe it away. Buggy was starting to become insecure about what he would look like without it or that the crew would see. However, those thoughts melted away as you cleaned and moisturized his face. By the end, Buggy was quiet with his eyes closed. You even found him leaning into your caring touch.

To his surprise, you had even gotten him a little makeup to reply after all the pampering. "You... bought makeup for me?" He questioned, watching you open the new packaging. "Yeah... I figured you want to redo it after I wash you up."

The first time you did his makeup, he kept complaining that you weren't doing it right. "If you were on my crew. I'd chop your hands off for this!" He shouts after you show him the makeup you did. It wasn't a bad job. Buggy didn't even look at it before shouting. He just hated that someone else did it for him. "While then, I'll wash it all off, and you'll be makeup-less." He's eyes widen. "It's marvelous darling~," Buggy replies dramatically.

Over time, he found himself craving your attention and affection to the point of obsession.

To you, none of these things were meant to be seen as anything more than looking out for someone else.

The whole crew saw the shift in Buggy's behavior towards you. He was becoming a lot more forward with his flirting, and on the rare occasion, he showed kindness, it was always for you.

Buggy loves it when you wash his hair and give him a gentle scalp massage or carefully brush out his long water hair.

"Mhmm..." Buggy melts as you massage his soapy scalp. You smile, happy that he's not fighting the washes anymore. "You know~" He starts, making you roll your eyes. "What?" You asked, combing the shampoo through his hair. "This bath would be so much more relaxing if you joined me~" You stop brushing. "Bitch your in a sink..." Buggy stops and looks down for a second. "Doesn't mean you can't get naked with me~" You sigh, filling up a cup of water to risen him. "For the last time taking off your bandana doesn't count as me undressing you."

When the crew has to make a pit stop and your not the one holding him he'll do nothing but bitch about it.

"Put me down! Where's y/n?!" Sanji shoves Buggy into a bag. "Shut up!" He shouts at Buggy, who doesn't listen. "Never!" After about an hour of muffled complaining, he stopped. Main from being out of breath. That was until he heard you talking. "Y/n? Is that you, baby? Come on, sweets, let me out!" He begged from the bag.

The crew has used this against Buggy. Bad decisions or pissing off the crew? It's time to be babysat by someone else for a while.

He's also constantly trying to convince you that you don't need the straw hats. If you could just take him to his body, then he'll be all the pirate you need.

"I've got a whole crew waiting for us back at my circus, and all the treasure in the world to keep you happy. I could even make you a star. People will come from all over the world to see you~" He tells you in his sweet voice, batting his eyes at you. "No." Buggy blinks a few times. "WHY NOT?! What do these pathetic straw hats have that I don't!"

Buggy also made a bad habit of telling about all his sexual fantasies with you or how he could "provide" for you even just has a head.

"Sanji!" You shout, carrying Buggy to the kitchen. "Yes, dear?" Sanji asked, looking up from the meal he was preparing. "I need a knife." Sanji eyes shift to see a rag shoved in Buggy's mouth. "What happened to your little friend?" He smiled at the displeased look on Buggy's face. "He won't stop with sexual comments, so I'm gonna cut out his tongue and lock it in a jar." Before Sanji could reply, zoro joined into the conversation. "I'll do it. Give him here." Buggy starts to squirm when hand him over. "Thank you." You exit quickly as Zoro takes the cloth out. "Unhand me!" He shouts at Zoro, who already has a pocket knife out. "Y/n! My love, come back!"

When Buggy finally gets his body back, he kidnaps you while the rest of the crew is busy fighting Arlong and his Fishman.

You were in the middle of fighting a Fishman when a red ball was tossed in towards the both of you. Without time to react, it explodes with red smoke, knocking you, and you're opponent out. Upon waking up, you find yourself on a pirate ship in a bed. "Hi~" Buggy's inches from your face. "Shit!" You jump back, making Buggy chuckle. "Welcome to my ship, sweetheart~"

Buggy takes you back to his circus and rebuilds his crew. You're forced to be his romantic partner, but considering he doesn't know how to be a boyfriend, he ends up treating you like a pet or copies what you did to him.

He also makes you continue the treatment you gave him when he was just ahead.

When he takes a bath, you always have to wash his hair. Buggy won't force you to bathe with him, but he will yank you into the bathtub while you're still clothed just to mess with you. However, when you bathe, he begs to wash your hair.

Háganle un fanfic

what if

the mutant mayhem boys get dropped into the bayverse universe, where reader is and they have to stay with the reader for a little bit until they can figure out how to get home

well at some point the bayverse turtles end up meeting reader and ofc they don't really react bc these aren't the first mutant turtles they've seen

and the bayv turts are like "damn they they kinda" so they just keep 'accidentally' running into the reader in random situations and become and little obsessed infatuated

so at some point one or all of them follow reader home and they see the reader with a bunch of lil baby teetles and this sends like a little "protect" switch of in their head and then they go yandere

then basically reader is a little paranoid and start scavenging everything they can to send the guys home bc they aren't safe and they want to go home to their dad and stuff

anyways

mic dump

marriage of inconvenience, portgas d ace

one shot

summary: you, a well known marine, are apparently married to an infamous pirate, small warning: contains drinking/alcohol mentions

reblogs and interactions are appreciated!

wc: 1531

You couldn’t believe your eyes.

Commodore Y/N of the Marines and ‘Fire Fist’ Ace, Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates Spotted Together in Arctic Chapel! Unity between prominent figures in the Marine and Pirate worlds?

You crumpled the newspaper in your hands, tossing it into the trash can beside your desk. You pinched the bridge of your nose. A headache began to form due to the mess of the article and all you wanted was to forget about it.

A knock interrupted your thoughts and you let out an exasperated sigh. “Come in.”

“Good morning, Commodore Y/N,” an officer stepped into your office, back straight and hand in a salute.

On his free hand was a paper— the newspaper. Resting your head on your hand, you gestured towards the newspaper, the front page article practically taunting you. “What is it?”

“It’s just that… this article. Everyone saw it, and we were wondering…” The officer held the newspaper in both hands and you had the urge to gouge out your eyes seeing the article again. “Is this true?”

“As a Marine, do you really think it’s important to be wasting your time on an article clearly facetious?” He shook his head, though he was clearly nervous as you rested your hands on your desk and sat straight. “And more than that— why would I, a Commodore of the Marines, even be near a pirate such as ‘Fire Fist’ Ace, and especially in a well known wedding chapel?” Without even realizing, you were standing, your hands slamming your desk and shaking the papers on it.

The officer was practically shaking now. He bowed as low as possible before speaking, “With all due respect! I, and the rest of the ship, were just concerned as we were recently on Monkey Island…where Arctic Chapel is…and ‘Fire Fist’ Ace was spotted there…” His voice trailed out when he saw how your anger seemed to grow.

You placed your hands on your temples, closing your eyes. “Whatever. The article is a lie, now get out.”

He was surprised with your sudden change of tone, “Commodore, I—”

“Get out! And close the door.”

Without another word, the officer followed your orders. Even though the day just started, you wanted to be alone for the rest of it.

Of course your wishes would not be granted as your Transponder Snail began to ring.

And the next three hours were spent clarifying to everybody you knew—coworkers and friends and family and even higher-ups—that no, you were not married to ‘Fire Fist’ Ace and you were definitely not changing your name to Portgas Y/N.

The calls eventually died down, and you were able to rest. Though it was only for a few minutes as your Snail began to ring once again. You rolled your eyes, but picked it up nonetheless.

“For the last time, I am not married to ‘Fire Fist’ Ace!”

“Is that what you’ve been telling everyone? I thought you’d be more proud of being married to me.” You glared at your snail as it let out an obnoxious laugh.

“‘Fire Fist’ Ace. What is with that fabricated article?!”

“C’mon, we’re married, drop the title and just call me ‘Ace.’ You don’t see me calling you ‘Commodore Y/N.’”

“Answer the question!”

“I’ve no idea either. I woke up and saw the article, same as you. Though…”

“Though what?!” You didn’t realize you were yelling until there was a knock at your door from an officer asking if you were okay. You dismissed the officer, telling him there was no issue.

“Don’t you remember, last week? I don’t blame you for forgetting a bit since we were both drunk, but we did get married.”

“We did not! I—” You stopped, suddenly remembering the events of last week.

—

Your ship docked on Monkey Island, and you could finally indulge yourself in a rare, well-needed break. With the sun setting and the officers you lead staying onboard the ship, you decided the first thing you’d do was head to a bar.

“One Negroni, please!” You smiled at the bartender, ready to drink to your heart’s content.

A man’s voice came behind you, “Make it two.” You heard the man move the stool beside you to take a seat. “Didn’t expect to see you here, Commodore Y/N.”

“It seems my reputation precedes me—” you turned to your side, shocked to see ‘Fire Fist’ Ace grinning in front of you. He was a well known pirate, though this wasn’t the first time you had the displeasure of seeing him. “What are you doing here, ‘Fire Fist?’”

His grin didn’t seem to falter when he saw you receive your drink and take a small sip from it. “You’re not gonna chase me around or even try to arrest me?”

“I’m off duty, I have no reason to do more than what is needed right now.”

“Really? Not even a sense of justice?”

“Not when I’m off the clock.”

“Fair enough,” Ace paused, taking a huge swig of his own drink. “Y’know, you’re always chasing me around, I see you more than some of my own crewmates. And yet, I barely know anything about you.” He raised his drink, waiting for you to do the same. “Tell me about yourself.”

As soon as you finished your drink, you were asking for another. “Even if I’m off the clock, I won’t fraternize with a pirate like you.”

You really need to control your drinking habits.

“You mean to tell me your grandfather is Garp the Fist, Hero of the Marines, yet you and your brothers dreamt of becoming pirates?” You hiccuped, downing another shot you couldn’t even be bothered to count anymore.

“What’s wrong with that? Being a pirate is way cooler than being a marine!”

“It’s ironic ‘s all—and being a marine is wayyy cooler!”

“Nuh uh.”

“Uh huh!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Uh huh!”

“Whatever.” Ace attempted to pour more into his cup, emptying the contents of the bottle. “Ah, Y/NNN, let’s go now. ‘M bored here.”

“Wait! One more!” You held your cup in the air. Ace mirrored your actions until your cups collided together. The both of you pulled your cups away and drank the last bits of alcohol.

You tossed a bit of berri onto the counter, waving the bartender goodbye as you pulled Ace out of the bar. The city was full of lights, enough to blind the both of you in your drunken stupor.

“Did I ever tell you,” Ace slurred. “How pretty you look whenever you chase me?”

“You tell me all the time. Did I ever tell youuu how you would totally be my type if you weren’t a pirate? I always thought you would look soo good in a marine uniform.” You giggled.

“I would never be anything but a pirate!”

Your eyes caught sight of a building whose lights seemed to shine brighter than any other place. You tugged Ace’s arm and pointed to it. “Let’s go there.”

He squinted his eyes, looking in the direction you were pointing at. “Arctic…Chapel…You wanna get married?”

You didn’t bother to understand his question as your face began to feel warm. “Ace you can’t ask me like that!” You pulled him towards the building’s direction, “Let’s goo!”

Ace didn’t protest, even more excited than you.

——

As you recalled the events, you groaned. “Oh my god. We were drunk and went into that stupid chapel. We walked into that stupid chapel and now everyone thinks we’re married!” You started laughing in a way that almost scared Ace.

“But…we did get married.”

“No we didn’t.”

“We did. Hang on a second.” There were sounds of shuffling from Ace’s line on the snail. You heard the sound of a Cameko snail clicking. “Do you have a Proko snail with you?”

“I do…”

“Great, turn it on.”

You did as he said and turned your Proko snail on. As soon as it was on, it projected a marriage certificate. A marriage certificate with both yours and Ace’s names on it. Your eyes widened at the sight. There were official documents of you and Ace being married.

“Let’s get divorced.”

“Wha– why? I don’t wanna get divorced!”

“We were drunk, and I can’t be married to a pirate! I could lose my job over this!” You were screaming into the snail at this point.

“You could be a pirate and join the Whitebeard crew!”

“No way! I like being a marine. Why don’t you join the marines and you could work under my command!”

“C’mon, bein’ a pirate is way better than bein’ a marine!”

You were growing annoyed with Ace. Just as you were about to respond back, a knock interrupted your conversation with Ace. “C-commodore Y/N?”

“What is it? I’m busy.”

“You see, uh—”

Suddenly the door slammed open. Once you saw who opened the door, you ended your conversation with Ace and stood straight into a salute. “Vice Admiral Garp, sir.”

“No need to be so formal with me. We’re family now, aren’t we?” Garp walked into your office, dismissing the officer who led him there. “So, what’s this about your union with my grandson?

Eyes

I saw this trend on Facebook and i had to do it with my man

I finished the shirt cut art meme with Vincent :)c also decided to upload them separately!

All 4-1 May challenge! A tots-tally crazy night.

I saw opportunity for whacky comedy and memes, and I took it.

Summary: A Movie Night turns out in a babysitting challange for the reader. Can they survive 4 adorable turtles before their dad arrives?

Tags: @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @thelaundrybitch @madammuffins @sharpwindow @dilucsflame33 @m1dnyt3-w0lf @scholastic-dragon @pheradream-15

You truly don't know what happened. Probably never will. Probably that's for the best.

One night you were at the lair with Leo, Mikey and Raph watching a movie. It was the latest Fast and Furious, so Raph had to drag anyone he could to watch it. Donnie was at the lab. Splinter... apparently was in Chinatown. Brothers had found little communities across New York that truly accepted them and Splinter had benefitted from it by finding friends to play mahjong with, and judging by some of the more hilarious stories you heard from the brothers, god knows what else. Maybe if he was there that night....

Anyway. You went to the bathroom for maybe 5-10 minutes and when you returned it truly was a pandemonium. The lair looked like a grenade went off. The brothers were missing and your stress shot through the roof as you immediately hid behind the wall looking for hidden enemies.

Then you heard a cry. A child's cry. When you left the room there were no children as far as you knew! Investigating, you slowly re-entered the main area and headed to where....

A small turtle child has been crying sitting in the ocean that was an enormous pair of trousers. Trousers you remembered used to belong to Leo. Now that you looked closer there was his mask. Holy shit. What did Donnie do this time?

The child looked up and sniffled.

"Daddy?"

"Do I lo-" You sputtered, then took a deep breath in. No time to freak out. "Heeey little buddy." You knelt down. "What's your name?"

"Leo"

Fuck. You looked around and noticed similar pairs of trousers and accessories usually worn by the other ninja turtles. Sans the turtles.

"Do you know where are your brothers?" You asked gently. Leo shook his head and stretched his arms out to you. Oh gosh. You picked him up and cuddled the tot. You had no idea how old he was supposed to be. He was small. Truly a shocking discovery considering how large they grew to be as adults. What was Splinter feeding them???

You sat the boy on the sofa and wrapped him in a blanket. You turned to TV and switched channels looking for something more child-appropriate. There was some re-run of a really old cartoon and it had turtle boy as a protagonist named Franklin.

"Here you go." You smiled. "Whatch this while I look for your brothers, ok?"

He nodded. What a good boy. Maybe the others won't be as difficult... Your hopes were crushed as soon as you heard a loud crush coming from the kitchen.

There you found another turtle tot, free of clothes, climbing the cabinets and making a mess while eating peanut butter straight out of the jar. It was everywhere.

"Mikey!!" You called out, running to him. There was no denying who that was.

Unfortunately, as you shouted, the boy lost his balance and it was inevitable he was going to fall! You swan dove for him. The hard shell hitting you over your chest knocking the air out of you.

The turtle tot giggled. His face was fully covered in beanutbutter. You sighed.

"You welcome."

After carrying and bundling up the orange menace with Leo on the sofa you went to look for the other two. You went to check their father's room but found nothing. The gym, the arcade, you were approaching the dojo, when something nyoomed between your legs. You spun around trying to see what it was and the chonkiness of this one gave you an idea. Did he have something in his hand?

"Raph! What do you have there!"

"A ThAI!!" The tot yelled back with a mad cackle, holding a said over his head like a prize.

"NO!" That thing was sharp!!! It shouldn't be but it was!

You sprinted after him but damn he was fast! How was he this fast on those short stubby legs!! You had to outsmart him! Taking a bit of a short cut over the water canal you intercepted the little runner.

"Gotcha!!" You tossed quickly the weapon away. Raph wildly wiggled and loudly protestd on being carried. You held him in front of yourself unsure whether he'd bite you or not. He got grumpy and sulky when you immobilized him with a blanket. Then you noticed your turtle count was back to two.

"Leo, where is Mikey, sweetie?"

Leo pointed to the right and you could see the peanutbutter footprints. He was going to the garage. Oh no. You ran.

"Mikey?" Nothing. "Oooh Miiikeeeeyyy~. Where are you?" Garage and lab were Donnie zones. Power tools, tools that were definitely some sort of sci-fi inventions, sharp objects... Your stomach sunk at what could happen to an energy volcano that was little Mikey tot.

Something fell over and you turned around. Ther- no, that wasn't Mikey.

"Donnie?" You looked at the tall turtle boy with crooked eyeglasses on his head. Then you noticed that in one hand he had a blowtorch and the other hand hiding behind his back.

Your mind went back to the Sai you werestled out of toddler!Raph's hand. What weapon of mass destruction could this child be weilding?!

"What's in your hand?" You asked carefully.

He looked on the floor, taking a step back, looking guilty as fuck. "nOtHiNg".

He threw the blowtorch to the side. The other hand was still behind his back.

"Donnie... Show me what you have."

He shook his head adamantly taking a step back. Oh, he better not be running!

"Come over here!" You lunged forward. Wrestling a child wasn't on your Bingo card tonight but here we are!! Thank God, he didn't have the strenght of his adult self, you'd never win that match! He was still a slippery little fella. It took a lot of determination to pin him down! Soon enough you had him, holding his shell to your chest one arm around him and hand held up.

"What's in your hand?" You demanded to know.

The anwer was so quiet you almost missed it "a booger…"

Oh noooo. You released him. "Oh, I'm so sorry..." You turned him around. He definitely looked like he was about to cry. "Oh, sweetieee." You fucked up. "Hey, how about, you go to the TV and I'll come back later with an ice cream? And uh... poptarts?"

He reluctantly nodded. "Okay, you're a good boy." You hugged him and released him. You had the orange menace to find. Truly, your respect for Splinter grew.

The next morning you woke up, crushed over the full sized adult turtles sleeping on top of you under the blanket/pillow fort you have build last night. Splinter was staring at your face.

"You don't want to know," you said.

"Then I shan't ask..." he replied, amused.