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Random Turtle Thoughts...

Adult Bayverse Mating Season HCs....

(Read at your own discretion)

mating season in total lasts close to roughly 2-2.5 months with 3 fever-pitch weeks

and the guys hate every single second of it

worse, season doesn’t box itself nicely in a set of this time to this time

it can vary – a lot

sometimes it hits the brothers all at once and they’re over it about the same time

other years they all start and finish up to three whole weeks apart from each other

and there’s no way to tell how it’s going to go

it’s 100% a wait-and-see aspect of their lives

the onset of season starts with natural coloration down each of their necks beginning to become highly pigmented

the stripes are always there, just extremely faint and nearly indiscernible from the rest of their more human-like skin between scales

by the time they hit rut though, each of the brothers have very vivid stripes stretching from their bottom lip down to the top of their plastron and spreading over the tops of their shoulders

at their lips the stripes are nearly white, shifting to bright yellow at their throats and then deepening into red the rest of the way down

the colors are striking and beautiful

even though none of the brothers think so

about a week before season really sets in, things in the lair get LOUD

they’re all feeling extra irritable and territorial, so rumbling growls, bared teeth, snarls and even hisses at one another are now the norm

they are all feeling the need to assert their dominance right now

most surprising in this, ESPECIALLY Mikey!

the normally fun-loving, light-hearted, sunshine boi loses every single shred of little brother energy and an entirely new side of him comes to the surface

Mikey suddenly becomes the big fish (or, erm, turtle) in the pond and isn’t afraid to remind his brothers of this (think mob boss Mikey)

at least for a little while

then, after a week or two, the fever-pitch weeks hit

if you’re close with the brothers but nothing more, they’ll ghost you

no calls, no texts, no surprise visits – NADA – like they vanished into thin air

only Splinter can be found in the lair

and he’s not breathing a word of where the brothers are

don’t forget – each turtle has his own private space away from the lair now (as I mentioned in a previous set of HCs)

patrols are also kept to their respective areas of the city during season

which is honestly cool with them as it satisfies the itch to “establish territory”

(they’ll still meet up and go out together like normal if the situation calls for it, though they’ll be huffy with each other the entire time)

now, if you’re in a relationship with one of them…

things will go one of two ways

either he’ll still ghost you (he may or may not tell you the real reason why)

OR

you’re in for an intense period of time

again, season doesn’t fit nicely in a predetermined time frame

so getting time off of work/totally freeing yourself from family and other adult obligations to be with him will be near impossible

at least for the full duration

most likely, he’ll have you join him in his own space whenever you can

(but expect angry tears and difficult goodbyes EVERY time you have to leave during season)

he tries not to be like that, really he does, with all his might, and yet still fails, he just can’t help it

another important thing to know, if you are joining him at ANY point during the fever-pitch weeks, do not expect anything other than being naked, on your hands and knees getting railed

this is mating season after all and his time with you is limited

he IS going to make the most of it

so there won’t be cuddles or sweet talking or foreplay or anything kinky right now

sorry my dear but nature takes over and he is breeding you

so I hope you like doggy style and repetition, cuz that’s what’s happening

each time only lasts about 15 minutes at best

but you only get a short break in between before he’s back for another round

and when I say short, I mean like enough time for you to grab your water bottle and take a swig before he’s pulling you back under him

and you’ll “lose” him each time as he goes into a sort of trance

he’ll only be himself for about two or three minutes between rounds

the only other real interaction you’ll get with him right now is when he chirps and huffs at you to let you know he wants more

this breeding is also a hands-free affair

seriously, he won’t touch you once he starts

his hands are kept solely to whatever surface he’s got you on

he is terrified he’ll get lost in what he’s doing and hurt you if he doesn’t

expect for him to practically be on top of you should you need to step away for a bathroom break or anything too

nature dictates to him that his body has to block yours from any other would-be mate

it can be annoying and make you feel claustrophobic

but do your best to be gentle with him, he’s all kinds of screwed up with hormones right now and believe me, he HATES that he can’t behave differently right now

once the fever-pitch weeks subside, prepare yourself for a whole new experience

cue your turtle going through violent mood swings and turbulent bouts of emotions

it’s kind of like being with someone who’s drunk and going through all the stages of grief at the same time

one minute he’ll be frisky and giddy, the next he’ll be mopey and standoffish, only to turn around and be sobbing into your lap the next

tread carefully here

making him feel like an idiot, when he himself already feels this way, during these weeks will severely damage your relationship

if not outright destroy it

and even though the brothers have all come back to the lair because they can stand one another again, you’ll still be shadowed and crowded whenever around anyone other than him

you’re consolation?

his wits are back and any more time you spend with him before season is over is spent focusing all on you

(so long as he is still getting to fill you full of fresh, hot cum)

expect praise, poetry, constant affirmations of his love for you, hugs, kisses, cuddles and whatever you want in whatever position you want

sounds amazing, but sorry to burst your bubble, it is still intense and can feel suffocating

 but I promise it gets easier with each season you spend with him

and it does nothing but renew his resolve to cherish you unconditionally every day after, still amazed at how unfathomably lucky he is to call you his

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Wait no back to fluff! Would you do headcannons on Just Funny Splinter trying to set up his boys with their future s/o 😂

this is such a good one omg thank you, babes ((not really funny, apart from kinda Mikey’s, but I tried)

Leo

Splinter knows that Leo has something missing in his life

he’s an amazing leader, a top tier fighter and a great brother but he needs something more to do than train

enter: you.

you’re an explorer, or so you call yourself

that’s why you were in the sewers, at least

when Splinter finds you down there and you start stuttering to this giant fucking rat about how you were just looking around and you don’t want any trouble but still have your fists up ready to fight he knows you’re perfect for Leo

you’re hesitant at first but agree to go with him

nearly deck Leo when you first see him, he is a giant turtle after all

but then you start talking 

Splinter watches from the corner, intently listening to every word you say

conversation turns to training and how he’s a ninja and you’re enthralled, you don’t want the conversation to end

you ask him to show you a few moves and he agrees so to the training room you go

Splinter’s almost comically rubbing his hands together at his plan working

Raph

Splinter just wants to get Raph with someone, he can tell that he’s lonely and doesn’t think he’s worthy of love

you’re in the sewers on a dare, there’s rumours of giant monsters living in there and you go along with it- you’re not a pussy after all

that’s when you see Splinter and you stop dead in your track and go pale

he’s really nice to you tho and you agree to go with him to meet someone

He sits you and Raph down at the kitchen table and sits with you the whole time suggesting conversation topics as Raph isn’t the most talkative- but that’s when you hit Raph’s sweet spot

you compliment him

he didn’t think he was worthy of compliments especially from such a beautiful girl

you talk about how amazing shape he’s in and ask if he would work you out to get in better shape

“I don’t want arms quite as big and muscular as yours but abs would be a start” you laugh

he agrees with some coaxing from Splinter and you guys have a great time working up a sweat 

he plays music the entire time and you have really similar taste in songs

Splinter doesn’t think this could go better than it did

Mikey

Splinter spies you from the sewers trying to do a kick flip on a skateboard to no avail

“i can do it guys, I did one this morning”

you fall flat on your face

he knows you’re perfect for Mikey

as your leaving he calls you over to the open manhole 

“Pennywise, that you?” you joke but then see the giant rat standing there and almost run

but it’s you and this is the most interesting thing that’s happened to you- well, ever

you agree to go with him and Mikey is too busy playing pinball to notice your presence which frustrates Splinter

“hey, bet I can one up you on that game” your competitive side starts to show

Mikey agrees before he sees you

but once he sees you. Damn

he’s already in love and turns the moves on

Splinter’s work here is done and he leaves you two idiots to giggle and play games together

Donnie

Splinter has been trying, seemingly forever, to find someone for Donnie

he’s tried it all, science majors, philosophy students, actual rockets scientists were his next choice but no one seemed to stick

until he found you

it was actually when the boys saved you from being robbed in an alleyway that he found you

you were entranced by Donnie immediately, desperate to learn what he is, who he is, why he was so good at punching robbers...

Splinter insisted you come back to the lair 

and that Donnie show you his lab

you don’t understand a word he says but you like how he says it

then Star wars comes up and you talk his ear off and Donnie...wow Donnie actually appears to care what you think. 

You’re in school working on becoming a chef and this really interests him, food is one way to this turt’s heart

this is what he needed, not some genius or expert in neuroscience, but just a regular girl who could keep his interest

Splinter invites you back the next night for dinner (because Donnie is clearly too shy to) and you guys hit it off again

he won’t pay attention to anyone but you

and the rest is history

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Raphael (NSFW Alphabet)

Bayverse Raphael x F!Reader

Our big guy is my second installment. Word Count: 1700. Mentions of exhibitionism, dirty talk, choking, and just general debauchery. I love him.

Raph is a brash, sassy, and gruff person most of the time around most people. It’s a blatant act. It takes extremely little to reveal an extremely sincere, loving, protective, passionate soul, and it’s a side of him reveals to his partner often. ESPECIALLY in the bedroom. Sex is extremely intimate with him, even if he’s being rough. 

Enjoy!

A- Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) - Raph is the one who needs aftercare tbh. He’s a little clueless about what aftercare even is though. He’s loopy and tired and he just wants to kiss and hold you, and unless you speak up and ask for water, a towel, wipes or a snack- he will stay right here with his arms around you. He's a touchy guy, okay? It feels like he’s recharging. If you try to get up, he will pull you back and whine, “What do you think you're doing,” and if you tell him you that you need something he will push you back down, huddle you into the pillows and blankets and go get said items for you. 

B - Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners) - He loves his arms and tattoos and scars. He knows he looks cool. But he does NOT know he is attractive. Or sexy. Verbal affirmations are overwhelming, especially about his appearance. So be gentle with him about that haha. On you, on the other hand. Ass man. Ass man. Ass man. Ass man. He is checking you out, he is grabbing you, he’s spanking and pinching your ass 24/7.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum) - He needs you close physically. He is grabbing you and holding you close. In missionary he always presses his forehead to yours. Doggy, he nuzzles your hair and buries his face in your shoulder. He loves when you hold his face and keep your eyes on him when it hits. He swears a LOT, and he’s trying to breathe, so if he kisses you it’s super super messy and pathetic in the midst of orgasm. If you’re going down on him or if he’s going down on you, he’s always searching for your hand. Will grasp your hand or arm, and oral get’s intense for both parties, giving or receiving so the connection is needed. 

D - Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs) - Actually doesn’t watch porn. He doesn’t like it, and he associates it with a lot of the bad people he faces topside. Feels dirty and thinks it's a dishonorable thing. He doesn't know he's the only one.

E - Experience (How much experience do they have) - Because how little exposure he allows himself to sex, and how little he’s entertained the thought of actually having a partner, he is going in completely- and utterly - blind. At least beyond basic, basic 'what goes in what' stuff. He has no idea what he’s doing. But that won’t stop him from pretending he knows. If he’s allowed complete control the first time, it will end HORRIBLY, so please PLEASE don't let him take over. Allow him to slow down and mess up, he will feel so big and clumsy and ugly so he requires lots of affection and reassurance. And PRAISE. He's a super, super fast learner.

F - Favorite Position - He isn’t picky, but he loves when you get him to relax against the headboard with all the pillows and you ride him. He loves that comfort and he gets to watch and touch and feel as much as he wants. But if he has to pick a favorite…he loves doggy. He feels big and strong and he loves that he can kiss and talk to you in the same moment he can pull back and enjoy the view. 

G - Goofy (How goofy are they?) - He won’t goof off until you do, but damn it’s a relief when you do. He feels enormous pressure to do well by you and not hurt you. So when you flirt or joke it’s an enormous relief. Give him some time to get used to fucking because he loves to laugh and tease you. 

H - Hair - He does not care.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment) - Raph doesn’t really know he does this, but intimacy comes so naturally to him. There are moments when he’s almost innocent in how much he fucking adores you and needs you. So it can get super emotional super super fast. 

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) - Masturbation is pretty low on his list of stress relief. When he’s frustrated or stressed or anxious he is in the gym. Then he has like twelve other different hobbies outside of the gym he falls back on often. There isn’t a whole lot of privacy in the lair, and out of everyone he isn’t that desperate for privacy either. 

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks) - Raph learns very, very quickly that he’s super into dirty talk and praise and begging. Giving and receiving. Words of affirmation are super big for him, and it shows in the bedroom. He loves reassuring you and telling you how much he wants and needs you. If you beg for him he'll give you literally anything you want. Very big into choking or holding you down. You weight two pounds to him, so manhandling you in bed or even standing is so exciting for you both. 

L - Location (Favorite places to do the deed) - He doesn’t like anything super sexual around his family, but he does not care anywhere else. He doesn’t care if ya’ll are at risk of being seen or caught or heard- if you are down, he is down and he will make it work. 

M - Motivation (What turns them on) - Okay, he’s a slut for your body, so your ass, for one. The second most motivating thing is compliments and physical affection. You start feeling up his arms or waist or dipping your hands in his back pockets, all while telling him how handsome he looks right now- he’s sold instantly. 

N - No (Turn Off’s) - Doesn’t like it when his family is around. He wouldn't want to be in a threesome ever. Not at all into the thought of someone else touching you. 

O - Oral (Preference in giving/receiving) - He loves the pleasure of receiving, and there are times when he NEEDS the worship and loving's from you. But damn…he prefers to give, and he is really, really, good at it. Really good. He could eat you out for hours and hours. He gets pussy drunk so easily, especially if you're praising or begging for him, or scratching and petting his head. Damn he loves it.

P - Pace (Are they fast/rough or slow/sensual?) - He can do both. He sometimes gets a little lost in the moment and is especially when he’s close, so he can get a bit rough. He struggles to stay slow, especially if you’re talking to him and petting him. 

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies) - He likes them a lot, because it makes him feel desired and attractive. If it’s been a while and you REALLY need him in an area around his family (say, at the lair) he gets SUPER nervous and subby. Will do whatever you want. 

R - Risk (Are they games to experiment? Do they take risks, etc) - Raph is the kind of guy who falls into a routine, so while new stuff isn't a problem, he might take it as he’s doing something wrong or ‘you're not satisfied with him anymore’. So just a lot of communication and assurance will make him an easy sell. 

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last) - Superhuman stamina. He could have you in bed all day. 

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them?) - With lots and lots of assurance and communication, Raph wouldn’t see toys as an insult or replacement for him. He would be uncomfortable and a tad bit insecure at first, especially at first, and is NOT the type to have his own collection. But with time and age he would master them. He wouldn’t like to tie you up often. He likes you touching and holding him too much. 

U - Unfair (How much do they tease) - Give him some practice and confidence and you will unlock a horrible GREMLIN of a tease. He will tease, flirt, tempt and touch literally all the time, in and out of the bedroom. PDA be damned. 

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds?) - Raph’s more growly and grunty by default, and he swears a lot. He likes to talk, and he gets good at it quickly, but his sounds only start getting strained, desperate and emotional the closer he gets. 

W - Wild Card (Random) - He’s so big, that one time you came just from his dick pushing into your pussy. It lives rent free in his head and it boosts his ego for ages…

X - X-Ray (What's going on in those pants) - Team cloaca, here. Raph is fucking…huge. Giving him a bj is a sloppy, wet and messy event. You need tons of prep, lots of foreplay and lube despite all the extra lubricant from both of you. He is large, even proportionate to him and that means he's massive in comparison to you. It’s a lot of work to get him inside of you and it’s kind of the opposite of a problem for you both. 

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive) - He yearns for you all the time. His drive is enormous, and he could hole up with you somewhere for days and never leave, if it was possible. But your desire for him matters greatly, so his desire for sex depends greatly on yours. If you want to fuck, he will make that happen, but if you don’t want fuck, he REALLY doesn’t want to fuck. If you turn him down once, it will be your turn to initiate the next time you are in the mood. 

Z - ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards) - Depends on the circumstances. He is a very sexual person, so a good fuck won't necessarily be what tires him out. But if you're loving on him and giving that physical and verbal affection, and he knows that there is nothing left to do but cuddle and fall asleep; he will pass out instantly. But be careful. He's heavy, it's hard to wake him up, and he snores.

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They will never convince me that he is ugly NEVER

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Ask for requests and ye shall receive! I'm not good at writing requests so bear with me lol. It's a silly Raph x reader scenario I've had in my head for a minute. It's the dead of winter and reader is going to the lair absolutely freezing 'cause its snowing out. Once reader gets there, they see Raph working out and looking very warm...it'd be a real shame it someone with freezing hands where to try to steal that body warmth >:3

Thank you for the ask! It was a fun prompt. I hope this is what you had in mind!

Raph×Reader

No warnings - rated E for everyone

Special thanks to @sophiacloud28 for beta reading this!

Cold Hands

Your fingers were numb. You couldn’t feel your face either. You haven’t for about fifteen minutes since you made the stupid decision to walk home from work. Miserably forcing your way through the snow, you were unsure if you still had feet or two large blocks of ice. You hated being cold, especially this cold. Mustering the effort you kept going, huffing out clouds of vapour. Only a few more minutes to the manhole cover.

With shaking fingers you hooked the metal tool for lifting it into the holes. “C’mon…” it seemed to take longer this time, adding to your frustration.

You slipped in before it was fully open. You could care less about the ping Donnie would get from leaving it ajar. It’s far too cold and your concern for hypothermia was outweighing everything.

You needed warmth and you had your sights set on your favourite bruiser.

The lair was surprisingly quiet. Good. There was only one person you wanted to see after that lovely walk.

Shaking the remaining snow from your coat, you threw it haphazardly on the nearest chair. Exposing your poor feet to the sudden warmth brought forth a gasp of discomfort. Your toes and fingers tingled like fire as your warmed blood worked through the frozen appendages.

The set temperature of the lair was not enough to really help you feel normal again. You needed him.

You located Raphael in the weight room. He appeared to be part-way through his workout, standing and facing away from you. He was grunting softly to himself, clearly associated with power-lifting a couple of massive weights. Despite how cold you were still, it was hard not to appreciate him for a moment. The way his muscles bunched and tensed. The rivulets of sweat from his efforts.

He'd once told how much weight he could curl and the amount was staggering., Around five-hundred pounds effortlessly on a good day. The man certainly took his workouts seriously, that was for sure.

Watching how hot he looked, literally and figuratively, a devilish thought entered your mind. You shouldn’t, oh, but you were going to. This was perfect, and you knew he wouldn’t hear you.

Excitement building, you slowly approached, hands at the ready, craving that body heat only he could give. Without warning, you yanked his mask tails to get him right where you wanted him, placing those freezing hands of yours right where his neck met his carapace.

The sound that came out of Raph was nothing short of hilarious. It was a cross between a gasp and a cry, with in an expletive added in for good measure.

“Aaagh! The FUCK?!”

You firmly held your freezing hands in place while the dumbbells slipped from his, hitting the floor with a couple of two separate loud thumps. Thankfully, it was protected by a thick, rubber mat, or they would’ve left a couple of dents.

He turned his head sharply to look at you, eyes narrowing considerably that you’d interrupted his workout like this.

Smiling innocently, you just shrugged. “I… I was cold… and you looked so hot.”

Always a sucker for praise his bunched shoulders dropped and the hint of a smile was forming. You knew he couldn’t be too mad at you.

Removing his wireless headphones, he hung them on a spare hook and turned, taking your smaller hands in his massive ones. The warmth of them drawing a small sigh of relief from you.

“Cold, eh?” Looking at you finally, he noticed your still-flushed cheeks and echoes of melted snow in your eyelashes and hair.

“Baby, did you walk?” His expression quickly changed to one of concern. “Why didn’t ya Uber it?”

You gave him a half-hearted shrug with the decency to look a little ashamed. “The weather was too bad… I would’ve been waiting an hour, so I decided to bite the bullet and walk.”

Releasing one of your hands, he brushed his knuckles across your cheek, still able to feel to lingering chill. “Ya shoulda waited… this type of weather isn’t great for me. It’ll basically cause me to slow down and sleep. You, on the other hand, could lose a finger or somethin’.”

Eyes fluttering closed a moment, you leaned closer. You craved the heat radiating from his body. “I’m sorry…”

“I’m gonna rack these, hold on.” He turned, hefting those huge dumbbells onto a custom-made rack. “Half a workout it is. I gotta get you warmed up.”

You begin to protest. You hadn’t meant to interrupt him this much. “B-but, Raph, you don’t have to-.“

He silenced you with a kiss and slid his arms under your back and legs to draw you right up against his solid form. “I need a shower anyway.”

And that was that. He was already taking long strides to the bathroom. You shivered in excitement that had nothing to do with how cold you’d been. He was heading to the one with the huge walk-in shower that you adored. Unsurprisingly, you couldn’t find a single reason to argue with him.

“I guess a shower doesn’t sound so bad… as long as I have you to keep me company…” You wrapped your arms around him pulling yourself up just enough to squish your cold cheek against his warm one.

Raph shivered a little before moving on. “Oh, that’s something you never gotta worry about sweetheart… warming you up is my specialty. Plus, those ice picks you called hands were absolutely criminal.” You couldn’t help but laugh softly at that teasing smirk of his.

“So, I can’t steal your body heat when I’m cold?” You were really playing it up, sticking your bottom lip out and giving him those ‘eyes’.

He kissed your pout and chuckled low in his throat. “Maybe not when I’m doin’ curls, alright? Yer lucky I didn’t drop those damn weights on your feet.”

Laughing more, you nodded. “Deal, now undress me and get me in that shower.”

He growled softly as he brought you in. Closing and locking the door behind himself he was fully intent on a making good on that promise.

Things had never been hotter between the two of you.

End

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Sincerity

Silly fic with a silly prompt; Shy reader with a nervous stutter is never sure Mikey truly means it when he flirts with her, so he figures out a way to prove his sincerity.

Special shout out to @sophiacloud28 for double checking my work!

Laughter, friends, food, and alcohol. That was the night’s theme as you danced in the busy nightclub with your group of friends, more than grateful to April for inviting you out tonight. For a good two or three- possibly four- weeks you had done nothing but work, sleep, and eat when you had a chance in between. You would more than likely be working well into the night right now, had April not instead convinced you to come out for drinking and dancing.

“You want another drink?” April questioned over the rhythmic thumping of the music while twisting and stepping her way through the crowd, wrapping an arm around your shoulders playfully once she reached you.

“Nah, I think I’m good!” You politely declined, having finished off your third mixed drink a few moments ago. While yes, tomorrow was your scheduled day off as forced by your boss, you didn’t intend on spending it nursing a hangover while praying to the porcelain Gods. The alcohol already in your system was working wonders, the warm glow loosening up your muscles enough to dance and sway to the beat. Unwinding her arm from your shoulder, April followed your rhythm and danced alongside you.

“I wasn’t really the one asking!” April informed as she pointed behind you. Turning your back to April you looked at the large gyrating crowd, the bright orange of Mikey’s mask catching your eye as he danced his way over to you and April. Three shots of amber liquid held in his tridactyl hands- two in one hand and one in the other- Mikey’s smile beamed brigther once he was close enough to speak at a relatively normal volume.

“Heeey, look at you two gorgeous thangs!” He greeted you with a grin that always managed to turn you into a blushing mess, no matter how often you saw it. Mikey’s bright blue eyes didn’t waver from you as he spoke and for a moment you thought that maybe, just maybe, that statement was mainly meant for you. Holding out the two shots in his tridactyl hand, Mikey offered the two drinks for you and April to take.

“Well…alright, jus’ this last one, I’m a lil’ tipsy already” Your tongue trips over your teeth as you spoke, deciding that maybe one more drink wouldn’t give you that terrible of a hangover tomorrow. Smirking knowingly but not commenting, April snagged one of the shot glasses and you eagerly took the other. Fingers grazing ever so slightly sent a wave of fire up your arm and to your cheeks, grateful that you were drinking and could simply blame the alcohol for the heat spreading across your face.

“Don’t you worry about a thing, Angelcakes! I’ll make sure that beautiful face of yours gets home,” He winked down at you and left you tongue tied, unable to form another sentence.

Angelcakes, gorgeous, beautiful, and so many more pet names that always had a way of slightly melting your heart. Mikey had no problem peppering you with these affectionate pet names and compliments, but these weren’t exclusively towards you. The countless times you had witnessed Mikey calling April the same ‘Angelcakes’ or compliment the cute red-head bar tender he goes to specifically because she is easiest to make smile. Which…made it hard for you to believe his pet names held meaning or the compliments were genuine. Holding his glass out to cheers, April and you met him in the middle.

Clink!

Downing the alcohol, you quickly found out by the flavor and burn that the drink was Mikey’s favorite bourbon Jameson. Shuddering as the warmth settled into your veins, you caught yourself staring at Mikey in awkward silence for a minute longer than usual thanks to the alcohols effect. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as a cover to tear your gaze away from him, you cleared your throat and quickly spoke.

“I-I need to get some water, excuse me” As awkwardly but politely as you could you excused yourself to the bar, leaving April and Mikey standing together on the dance floor. Shoulders sagging with a sigh, Mikey watched as you scampered away to the counter with that adorable blush spread across your cheeks. He loved the way you always played with your hair when you got nervous, such a cute tick. Following April off the dance floor to a less crowded area with tall pub tables, Mikey couldn’t take his eyes off you as he leaned onto the black surface.

“What am I doin’ wrong, April?” He questioned without turning to her, eyes trained to your back as you ordered an ice water from the bar tender. Side eyeing him sympathetically, April propped an elbow on the table and leaned into it while looking up at him.

“She doesn’t think you’re being sincere when you flirt with her like that,” April confided, a small smile turning the corners of her lips. Ever the confidante, you had already spoken to April about your feelings for the youngest ninja turtle and how you felt that because he said such things to other woman often, there was no way he actually meant it towards you. The fact stung a little, but it didn’t deter Mikey.

“What? Of course I’m being sincere! I think she’s absolutely adorable and gorgeous-” Mikey would have gone on and one had April not reached her hand outwards with her index finger extended in a gesture to stop him.

“Yes, but you also say that to just about every woman you meet. Hell, you’ve called the bar tender your signature ‘Angelcakes’ every time you’ve made eye contact with her since you got here,” April stated, tapping her nail against the table with emphasis. “She isn’t sure you’re being sincere towards her because you say it to everyone.”

“How do I show her I’m sincere though? I really do mean it when I say those things, honest…” Mikey questioned, his eyes returning to your back as you continued to sit on the bar stool. Watching Mikey watch you with a smirk on her face, April paused and wondered how exactly to word her next sentence. In truth, April did believe Mikey when he said that he genuinely thought you were beautiful, gorgeous, adorable, and any other word he could possibly think of in his current inebriated state. But you were looking for something more, something that hadn’t been said or maybe mentioned, just to be sure of his sincerity towards you was there.

“That’s…hard to say, Mike. Saying and doing something sincere isn’t exactly planned, it has to be organic.” Shrugging her shoulders unsurely, April couldn’t figure out how else to answer his question. A quiet nod in silence was all Mikey gave, his bright orange bandana reflecting the many strobe lights bouncing around. While watching you from afar, he couldn’t help but note how your feet fidgeted beneath the bar stool. The heels you wore were rather tall, not something you normally wore he quietly noted.

Slumped over the bar silently and staring down at the slowly emptying glass of water you sipped at with a thin black straw, you silently admonished yourself for fleeing from Mikey yet again. Stupid, you felt so stupid for being such a clumsy idiot around him again. Every time you’re around him you turn into a stuttering and fumbling mess and that’s without drinking! Now you were three blueberry-lemonade mixed drinks, plus one bourbon shot deep, you were completely unable to control the way your cheeks blushed both from the heat of the alcohol and the way Mikey’s presence made you feel a storm of emotions. Taking another long, slow sip of cold water to soothe your nerves again, you debate on whether you should head home as the ache in your feet begins to pulse.

The heels you chose to wear tonight were brand new, ones you had bought on a total whim while walking by a shop that had a window sale. The heels are taller than usual, a shade of black that matches almost every outfit you own, on top of being well within your price range, there was no way you were leaving without them. You chose tonight to wear them to catch Mikey’s eye in hopes of a compliment of some sort, but he gave you the typical ‘Lookin’ fine, Angelcakes!’ as you climbed out of your car. You didn’t let it bother you though, tonight was about fun, and you’re having plenty of it. Exhaustion from working so hard these past few weeks and dancing with your friends began to catch up to you, starting with your feet.

“Hey,” Mikey greeted you as he strolled over as casually as he could force himself, trying to not act as though he had been watching you this entire time. “You doin’ alright?”

“Oh, yeah! J-Jus’ a lil’ drunk. Needed to hydrate myself.” Sheepishly smiling up at him, your fingers couldn’t help but fidget with the straw in your glass, the ice inside clinking and rattling giving you something to focus on…other than the way his smile always reached his eyes, somehow making them shine just right. “I um…I was thinkin’ about headin’ home soon, actually. I am exhausted,”

“I’ll walk you home whenever you’re ready,” Mikey offered, tilting his head down to watch your aching feet attempt to relieve the pressure by slipping your shoe halfway off. He looked back up to you, sympathy softening his features, “I meant what I said about getting that beautiful face of yours home safely. Don’t want you runnin’ into something scarier than a mutant turtle,”

“O-oh, are you sure? You don’t have to i-if you don’t want to, I could get an uber.” You couldn’t help but sound a little startled at the offer, not because you didn’t want to be alone with him but because you’re afraid how you would act while alone with him. The thought of humiliating yourself by saying something silly or embarrassing yourself by stuttering even more terrified you, but on the same hand the thought of having Mikey alone delighted you. It was an opportunity you two didn’t often have.

“Of course, take your time if you’re not ready though! Keep having fun, finish your water, no rush. I just want to make sure you get some safe, honey.” A reassuring hand pressed against the small of your back sending fire up your spine. He didn’t let his hand linger, although he desperately wanted to, pulling his hand away and taking to leaning against the bar. The nickname ‘honey’ rang loud and clear in your ears. Did he call you that on purpose, or was it a slip? That was a question you had to find an answer to.

Looking down at the ice you had been stirring for a moment, there was maybe a sip of water left at best. The thought of ordering something small to eat from behind the bar had crossed your mind, but now that Mikey had genuinely offered to walk you home the frozen pizza buried in your freezer sounded better now. Maybe, if you invited him for pizza, it’d give him an opportunity to call you ‘honey’ again if it wasn’t a slip.

“Yeah, just um…let me say goodbye to your brothers, Casey, and April real fast?” Draining the last sip of water as you stood up was probably a good idea, silencing the hiss that would have left your clenched teeth as the back of your heels dug into your Achilles heel. The raw sting of open blisters was slightly uncomfortable, but the alcohol thankfully made it tolerable. That was the price of looking cute, you supposed.

“Of course! Whenever you are ready”

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The night air was chilly as you and Mikey stepped out of the club, leaving your friends April, Casey, and Mikey’s three older brothers at the club. Hugging your arms together and slightly regretting not grabbing a jacket you shivered as the cold night air greeted your skin. Looking back on it, leaving the jacket at home because it didn’t match the outfit was a silly reason. Noticing the goosebumps and hairs raising up and down your arms, Mikey grabbed the knotted sleeves to his Nike hoodie around his waist and untied them. Not giving you the chance to question or even notice, he slid the black hoodie over your head.

“Mikey!” You shouted as your head promptly shoved through the neck opening.

“What? I can’t let you get cold!” Mikey grinned happily and winked. Gratefully, you smiled at the gesture and slipped your arms through the sleeves. Perhaps that ‘honey’ slip was just that, a mistake he caught and promptly corrected. That was fine, at least you got to wear his sweatshirt. The smell of Mikey’s body wash and cologne clung heavy to the sweatshirt with hidden traces of Italian herbs- pizza was a part of this man in every way.

The idle chit-chat between the two of you was surprisingly comfortable, your stutter thankfully subsided for the time and Mikey kept the compliments and jokes flowing. It made the walk to your apartment much easier, the ache and sting in your feet on the other hand was making it increasingly difficult to keep up with Mikey’s wide stride. A hiss here and wince there, you tried to hide the sting in your heels at every step on the asphalt walkway. Unfortunately, you were only a third of the way home when Mikey stopped and turned to you.

“You’re limping, are you okay?” Mikey questioned with concern, watching you wince again as your heel caught a crack in the pavement.

“Mmph! Yeah, sorry. These new heels are just killing my feet,” Pausing a moment to kick a foot up behind you, catching sight of heel to inspect the new stinging sensation blooming on your heels. An open blister stared back, a droplet of fresh blood following the crease of your heel.

“Oh, honey! Why didn’t you say something?” There it was, that nickname again, it caught you so off guard that you almost tipped ass over teakettle. A massive, solid green bicep snaked around your waist before your splayed palms could contact the ground. You blinked and in one movement you were being held against his chest with one arm. “You should have said something!” He cooed.

As gently as he slipped off the first heel Mikey took off the second and held the pair in his one free hand, brows knitted with concern and lip pouting adorably as he studied the small open bleeding blisters on your Achilles heels. Words failed you entirely now, both because he had called you honey again and because of how genuinely and sweetly concerned he was towards you. Swallowing and closing your drying mouth, you studied the scar on his chin while his own attention was on your feet.

“As cute as these heels are, you shouldn’t be hurting yourself to look good” The way his smile reached his eyes, crinkling the edges and reflecting the streetlights as he began to walk at a steady pace, made you feel safe in a way you couldn’t explain.

“Y-you don’t have to carry me!” Your voice was a little louder than you intended, clearing your throat to cover you continued in a lower tone, “I can walk, it’s okay-”

“Absolutely not!” Mikey scoffed in disgust and surprise that you would suggest such a thing, “I live in the sewers, honey, but even I wouldn’t walk barefoot on these sidewalks!”

“You…keep calling me honey,” Even though there was a questionable lilt to your voice, it was a statement. Half expecting him to act embarrassed at being caught, it was a little surprising when he chuckled at your response as though you were stating something as obvious as the sky being blue.

“Is that okay? Do you mind if I call ya ‘honey’?” He questioned with a crooked grin, cocking a ridge where an eyebrow normally would be if he were human. Opening and closing your mouth like a gaping fish as your mind raced to search for what to respond with, a thought occurred to you; had you ever heard Mikey use that nickname on anyone?

“No- I mean yes! I mean…I-I’ve never heard you use that name before, is all. I uh I don’t mind if you call me honey,” Words tumbled out of your mouth as you spoke while nervously tucking a strand of hair behind the shell of your ear.

“Nah, this nickname is only for you, honey!” Mikey beamed down at you brighter than any passing streetlight. The sincerity in his voice sent your heart fluttering and mind to continue racing with a hundred questions and curiosities. Was this his way of asking you out? Was that something you asked, or should you wait and let this continue a little longer?

“Hey…I got a frozen pizza up at my place,” Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the euphoric feeling the new nickname gave you, but you decided to take a shot in the dark your normally shy self never would have. At this point, you needed to know. “Do you maybe want to come up and have a slice with me?”

“If there are two things on this earth that I will never say no to: it’s pizza and more time with you,” Winking down at you with a smug grin, you couldn’t help but break into a fit of nervous giggles. Excitement and anticipation sent your hear racing, as the two of you made it home in the oddly calming silence of New York City.

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Kintsugi

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Winning prompt: “Christ on a fucking bike, I could kiss you right now.”

Raphael x GN!Reader

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"Kintsugi (golden joinery) is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum, a method similar to the maki-e technique. As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise. Lacquerware is a longstanding tradition in Japan, at some point it may have been combined with maki-e as a replacement for other ceramic repair techniques."

— Christy Bartlett, Flickwerk: The Aesthetics of Mended Japanese Ceramics

"Shit!"

The sound of ceramic hitting cement rang through the lair like discordant bells.

"Fuck! No! Damn it!"

You make your way out of the lab where you'd been helping Donnie with one of his latest projects.

You'd excused yourself when you heard his exclamation ricochet against the cement in the open space, and follow the now near constant stream of expletives to the kitchen, where you find the biggest of the Hamato brothers on hands and knees, gathering the shattered pieces of what was once his father's favorite teapot.

Black pottery with white calligraphy and white and pink cherry blossom boughs. It belonged to Yoshi, and is one of the few remaining pieces of his Master's old life.

Raphael hisses and rips his hand from the floor. "Fuck! Damn it!" his voice is thick with barely leashed emotion. Crossing the kitchen quietly, you snatch a paper towel off the roll on the kitchen table, and make your way to him. You crouch down in front of him, grateful that you started the evening in the lab, and are currently wearing thick jeans and boots.

He's maneuvered himself to sitting, and is pulling a triangular piece of the lid from his palm. He stares at the piece for a moment, jaw tight. This means so much more to Splinter than just tea. It isn't usually even kept in the kitchen, but the calligraphy had chipped, and Splinter had taken great care to repair it. The kitchen is the room with the best light, second only to Donnie's lab, and the constant buzzing of electronics gives the old rat a headache.

Raphael bumped the table with his shell, that's all. He swallows hard, clenching his teeth. He's too big even for his own damn home. How the hell is he going to tell his dad?

A sting in his palm brings him back to himself, and he looks up at you ashamed and at a loss. You're pressing the paper towel to his palm, looking down at it, unseeing. He can see the crease in between your eyebrows which usually means the gears are turning. And he's never been more grateful you were so much like Donnie.

You're running through options in your head. It'll have to be repaired and there are a number of ways that would still keep it food safe. Then you think about Master Splinter, and what he will think when he finds out about the mishap.

Hope blossoms in his eyes when he sees your look of concentration soften into a smile and you pull the bloody paper towel away from the now closed wound. You're glad it wasn't too bad, but gripping his sai will be uncomfortable for a few days.

You squeeze his good hand, "We can fix it."

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You never had a dad, but if you did, you'd want him to be like Splinter. Patient, kind, and always ready with a pricked ear and a warm cup of tea to talk through your bullshit, especially when you don't want to. He has a way of pulling those pesky truths out of people, and probably knows more about you now than anyone else on the planet.

He also has a habit of taking in strays. Yourself included. Of finding the scattered and the broken and bringing them together into this beautiful amalgamation of functional chaos.

Kintsugi, was really the only option.

The traditional method would take too long, the breakage was complex and you didn't have a year to complete the project. But you managed to find a food safe alternative using modern materials.

You take your time setting out the powders and epoxies you'd spent the morning gathering, and pull up a tutorial video on Raph's tablet. It's the middle of the day and Splinter is asleep, which gives the two of you the perfect opportunity to put the teapot back together.

It takes hours, there are so many pieces, and Raphael is meticulous. At one point going back into the kitchen to spend twenty minutes searching for a missing piece no more than 3mm wide, eventually finding it under the fridge.

When you are finished, you both take a step back to look at your work. He's nervous. It's a big change to something that's been the same for as long as he can remember. It looks like it's made of lightning or leaves, veins of flashing gold, as thin as stands of hair, spiderweb through matte black and gloss white, seeming to make the blossoms on the sakura branch glow.

No going back now.

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Every evening, after waking up, Raphael has coffee with his dad before starting the "day." Most nights, Splinter starts the kettle, so he's surprised to smell coffee before even opening his eyes.

When he makes his way to the kitchen, Raphael is already waiting for him, holding the teapot in his hands. You're at his elbow for support.

"Dad..." He starts, before pausing to take a deep breath as his father crosses the kitchen toward him, "I broke it... I'm sorry. I hit the table and it just fell off. I tried to fix it..." he trails off when Splinter holds out his hands to receive the heirloom.

The old rat's eyes look over his Master's teapot. It was old, possibly older even than Yoshi, and had survived so much. He runs his fingers over the smooth surface, tracing the veins of gold, bright and warm against the cold black, and tears sting his eyes.

A beloved relic broken by fate or circumstance, put back together with time and care by his progeny, to continue it's new life, shining.

His father's wet eyes catch the light and Raph panics, "I know it's not exactly like it was. I'm sorry, I tried to-" he quiets when Splinter holds up a hand.

"My son, it's perfect, and more lovely than ever. Thank you, Raphael," he says, His voice warm with gratitude for this and so much more, "Please join me for tea. Both of you."

You spend the evening learning about the history of the Hamato clan, and listening to stories of life in Japan. He tells you about Tang Shen, his Master, Yoshi, and the love they shared. You can't help glancing at Raphael when he's not looking, and he can't resist doing the same. You miss each other by seconds. His father doesn't.

Once the teapot runs dry, Master Splinter excuses himself for meditation and you and Raph make your way to the living room.

Once the door latches, Raphael's knees almost give out with the rush of relief.

“Christ on a fucking bike, I could kiss you right now.” he laughs, gratefully, before it occurs to him what he said, and then it's a very different kind of laughter, "I, uh... I mean..."

You laugh, you hope casually, as roses bloom in your cheeks. "Hey, no problem," you say, "I'm just glad it worked."

His heart is pounding, as he chuckles uncomfortably, and looks in your eyes. It was a slip up. Just a turn of phrase, but he glances down at your mouth for just a second anyway, and there's a moment that feels heavy with... something.

You'd spent the day working closely beside each other, and the evening drinking tea and hearing stories about a love whose ripples are still moving through time, and as his eyes meet yours again, you can't help but feel the itch of empty hands wanting to pull him closer.

But then he's called away by Leo to his nightly duties, and the moment is over. You're left in the warm comfort of the lair and eventually fall asleep on the couch waiting for the boys to get back.

He finds you there upon his return, and stops for a moment just to look at you. *Really* look at you. Something he wouldn't even attempt if you were awake to ask him why he's acting like a fucking creep.

The whole time his father was talking about his Master's love story, the persistent what if's that tend to follow in your wake were whispering false hopes. He was still trying desperately to ignore them, but some of the gold powder had ended up in your hair, and it sparkles in the colored lights, making you look ethereal. He brushes some of your hair from your cheek, and the dust wisps into the air like starlight.

His guardian fucking angel. Not only did you save his ass, but his father actually seemed more pleased with the result than he was upset that the teapot broke in the first place. Somehow, you have a way of always fixing things and making them so much better. Even him. Especially him.

Somehow, you have a way of always knowing exactly how to put him back together.

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A/N:

Currently putting myself back together. Thank you, everyone, for all the love and validation that is helping me so much with that. ❤️

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rottmnt Leo, Mikey, Donnie - aged up- Ninpo concept - I'm thinking about this more than I'd like to admit...

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Enjoy the mini playlist I used to slog through these; have fun figuring out which song went to which drawing (is it obvious, is it so painfully basic or is it satisfyingly fitting? yolohohoho)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ylDDs3mdJE (Portishead, “Glory Box”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3u9Wp48VpEw (Yes, I know, typical but it’s this specific combo mix; Doja Cat, “Streets”/”Freak Like Me”)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QXDnWRy6MI (Sam Smith, “Unholy”)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utAPBsSRY4U (Rihanna, “Rude Boy”)

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after he found out his brothers had been killed in a raid, Donatello lost it. He dug out old books, books he once didn't believe in. Books about reanimation, and bringing back the dead.

He wanted his family back, one way or another. He studied, for weeks and months all he did was read. Until one day he was ready. His brothers still had their ninpo. He looked at their empty husks.

"I'll see you soon, guys."

His lab lit up as he finished the first step of his ritual. His machines whirred to life and he watched in fascination how one ninpo after the other got sucked out of his brothers.

"Alright... here goes nothing."

Donnie took a deep breath and stepped into the pod created for this and closed his eyes.

The first thing that hit him was the pain. Searing. Burning. Cutting like knives and he screamed as the power from his family raged into him and he watched in horror as his body slowly opened in front of him.

"No! No no no!"

Panic. This wasn't supposed to happen. His body was getting ripped apart by the ninpo. Fuck! What had he missed!? Where had he miscalculated!?

Then. It went black. He was floating, in darkness. Weightless but heavy at the same time. His body jolted like he was struck by lightning. Eyes shooting open he saw his limbs emit a golden glow. Strands appearing from the gold.

He gasped. "Mikey...?"

Donnie woke up on the floor. His lab was dark, only the odd light blinking from his tech. His head hurt. His body ached as he sat up. For a few minutes he believed he'd been dreaming. Until he looked down at his hands. It had worked.

His family was back.

Just not in the way he had expected.

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Sunglasses

Mid-Teen Turtles, Bro fic

Warnings: Autistic Character, Emotional Overwhelm, Guns, Eyes

Headcanons: Autistic Donnie, Donnie and Raph are twins (You can thank @the-cauldron-witch for this one. She said it and now it's forever in my brain)

"Just give them to me!"

"No! Hell no! I found em!"

"I know you f-" Donatello sighs, removes his glasses, and rubs his eyes, losing patience with his twin. "I know you found them, I just want to modify them a little."

It's not like he doesn't get it. The sunglasses are a big deal. But with Raph deciding he's going to be the one to punch first and not really bother with questions, his eyes need more protection than anyone's. Even outside of combat. More than once, he's found himself on the wrong end of some scared human's can of mace.

"Raph, they're plastic, if they shatter, that plastic is going in your eyes." Donnie insists.

"And if you're the one that shatters em, ain't gonna be no 'if' about it. No Donnie. I'll take my chances." Raphael storms off to his room, taking the glasses with him.

Three hours later, while his brother is sleeping, Don takes them anyway.

It's an act of sacrilege in this home, to take something like this. Something important. Practical and that fits them perfectly. He understands what this means. They don't have much, to put it very gently, so what little they have, what little they can find, and scavenge, and build themselves, is sacred.

But he hates it. Every time Raph throws himself into the meat grinder. Raph's eyesight is decent, and Donnie has a vested interest in making sure it stays that way. They've had so many talks about defensive equipment for his eyes that just end in Raph storming off. But he keeps trying. He has to.

The last attempt, involved trying to convince Raphael to let him build him goggles, but even for someone with a total of three other creatures on the planet to compare himself to, Raphael is vain. They all are, in a way, about certain things. Donnie gets it. They have no control over the fact that they aren't human, so what they *can* control about their bodies is important.

They had found them last night, attached to a discarded sporting goods mascot. They were scuffed and had a crack in them, but holy shit they fit! A pair of glasses that fits that Raphael is willing to wear. Donnie was excited! Finally!

He works through the day, and as expected, Donatello is informed the moment his brother wakes up by way of his name thundering through the lair in a rage. The glasses are not on the nightstand where Raph had left them.

Don winces, thankful to whatever power ensured he finished the project by nightfall, and tenses as he hears his brother storming towards the lab. If Raph had woken up half an hour before, he would have come in to see them in pieces, and would have *properly* freaked out. At least Donnie has a chance of talking him down now that they're finished and functional.

Don takes a deep breath and stands, preparing for the onslaught. When his brother comes into the room, his open hands are up in a placating gesture, "Okay, I know what you're gonna say and-"

"What the fuck Donnie?" He roars, backing his brother into one of the steel tables in the lab. "Where the fuck are they?"

"I promise, they're fine, I just wanted to-"

A soft, familiar sound rings through the air like a gunshot, freezing both of them, as their father clears his throat. He waits patiently for an explanation.

"I found some glasses yesterday, Dad. Ones that actually fit, and he took em for some fu-" Raphael chokes on the almost swear when his father raises an eyebrow, and clears his throat before continuing, "some science experiment."

Their father narrows his eyes at Donatello, who has the good sense to look ashamed. "Dad, if Raph is gonna be wearing them out on the street, I don't want them to break and hurt his eyes. I just wanted to make them stronger. That's all." He says, resisting the urge to shoot an annoyed look at his thick headed brother.

"Did you ask your brother if he would allow this?"

"Yes, Father."

"Did he offer them to you?"

Don hesitates and his father waits, "Well... No... but-"

"I told him no. I specifically told him no," Raphael cuts in. Splinter shoots him a look and he shuts up.

"But I just wanted them to actually protect his eyes! They were a time bomb! If he got hit in the face, he was gonna go blind!"

"Were?! Where the fuck are they, Donnie?" He demands, not even registering the swear word. He looks around and spots them on the work bench. Walking over, he snatches them up.

They look... exactly the same. Only they're heavier.

"I gave them a steel core and shatter proofed the lenses," Donnie snaps, only a little bitterness coming through, "you're welcome."

Raphael wants to be grateful, he really does. They're fine. Better than fine. In addition to the practical changes, his brother had gone so far as to buff out some of the scratches and they looked almost new. But the adrenaline from potentially losing something precious is still coursing through his veins and he's still angry at the violation. He doesn't look up.

"Was there a chance, Donatello," their father asks after a moment, "that in an effort to improve these glasses, you could have broken them beyond repair?"

"Well, I mean, there's always a chance of that happening," he admits, "...but I was careful!" he almost whines.

"Then you will spend the next hour in the hashi while you think of a way to apologize to your brother," Splinter looks at Raphael, "is this acceptable to you?"

Raph glares at him, silent, and nods.

They avoid the topic of the glasses altogether over the next week. Tempers wane, and Donnie serves his punishment, spending 20 hours of his lab time helping Raph with the Motorcycle he's been trying to build. The incident isn't mentioned again.

It's Wednesday night and they're downtown shutting down a gang fight. Pretty normal for this part of town. They thought they'd disarmed all of them first thing, standard protocol. They must have missed one.

The shot rings out, and Raph goes down, hands over his eyes.

Donnie takes out the last three, including the shooter, and sprints to his brother's side. Removing Raphael's hands from his face, they find the bullet stuck in one of the lenses. The glass is broken, but the shatterproof coating kept the shards together and out of Raph's eye.

They look up at each other, shocked at the close call, and Donnie tries *really* hard not to look smug. They make their way home soon after.

After showering and getting ready to sleep for the day, Raph wanders down to the lab.

"Hey, can I talk to you?"

Donnie looks up from the graphics card he's repairing and turns around in his chair. He nods.

"Sorry I gave you such a hard time about... you know. I know you were just trying to help."

"Dude, no," Donnie says, "You and Dad were right, what I did wasn't okay. It's just..." He sighs, "You're always the first one in, you know, and- I mean, you're right in the middle of everything... If you suddenly can't see... It's just, not being able to see sucks..." Donnie tries really hard to fight the overwhelm. Tapping the desk to keep himself grounded. This is important, damn it. If he loses it, this conversation is going nowhere

He's tried, he's tried before, but the thought of losing his twin terrifies him. His brother is reckless, and it's Donnie's job to make sure that doesn't get him killed.

He clenches his fists, his voice shutting down. Fuck. His jaw tightens and tears of worry and frustration prickle behind pleading eyes that meet Raphael's. He hopes his brother understands. He usually does. Emotions are hard for Donnie, expressing them, doubley so.

"Okay, how 'bout this," Raph offers, letting him off the hook. He tosses Donnie one of the small, metal brain teaser puzzles on his desk, "I'll agree to hear you out when it comes to my shit, as long as you don't just take it to play with. Deal?"

"Cool. Now," Raph says, pulling the glasses out of his pocket. He'd left the bullet in. It looked cool. "There something we can do about this?"

Don nods emphatically, eyes on the puzzle.

Donnie looks up as the metal rings fall apart in his hands and nods, smiling, "I have a few ideas..."

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