#a Donnie’s not a Donnie without a bit of insanity

[forgetful-nerd]

Yes, Michelangelo. Yes he does.

[somerandomdudelmao]

But what's Casey using to cloak himself?

From what we see in the show, cloaking brooches are normally activated by touch but can be turned on/off without it (eg. big mama's hotel staff). This makes it pretty hard to tell what it is, and normally when theorizing about something like this, you need to go through and reread EVERYTHING but I'm too lazy for that so lets assume I actually did. Firstly lets get the mask and hockey stick out of the way, because he doesn't even have those on him afterward Draxum gave him the cloaking "pin". He doesn't actually seem to have anything that could be identified as a brooch or pin as far as we can tell in the first few panels of the "Commander O'Neil arc", which narrows it down from anything that could be blatantly obvious. He could, however, be hiding it somewhere on his body (chest, shin, shoulder, or boots are most likely in order) There's also the chance of the magic just being infused into him because Draxum is Draxum and magic shenanigan's, which could mean this search is futile and I'm just ranting about useless sh*t. Anyways, since Casey usually has one or two outfits per arc, weather it be different from the previous or not, I'm gonna compile all the first (good) shots of him here somewhat in order (from after the turt casey saga):

The images above seem to be his more casual outfit worn around the base, with short sleeves and long, loose pants tucked into what looks like boots and/or ankle wraps (similar to what Raph has on his arms in the show).

The classic battle/outdoor outfit that we see him wear in the movie, consisting of armor that vaguely resembles a turtle on his chest, a cape that goes over his shoulders and covers his neck as well as the top of his torso, pants with kneepads, shoes akin to sneakers, possible arm wraps that go under the gloves, the cool ass mask, and his hockey stick.

back into the shirt and pants when in the past lair, but is in a different shirt as there is no longer a rip on the left sleeve. He isn't wearing any shoes, scratching the boots/shoes theory, as well as his pants going up past his ankles and almost past his shins, meaning it's probably not there either.

going onto the surface, Casey wears a hoodie supposedly on top of the shirt and pants he wears around the lair, gathering his stick and mask to go with it. He is also seen wearing this hood in the lair on part 10 of "You are in the past, your thoughts are in the future".

The shirt and pants are definitely his lair outfit at this point, the photo above is from "Donatello".

the hoodie returns for a magic spell, only to be replaced with the free Hamato possesion make over

This lovely upgrade keeps his hoodie, but he now has a design similar to the Hamato outfits for the turtles in the episode "Insane in the Mama Train", with wraps on his arms, legs, and around his waist. Donnie's logo now sits on his heart (awww), and he looks pretty damn cool. I wasn't sure if he had socks or shoes on, but looking at that piece of fanart on Cass' page, it's shoes. There is a symbol on his back, possibly being that of the Hamato clan (hard to tell though, as it looks more like some kind of wheel in most panels you can see it)

The turtle version seems to be pretty much the same, the only difference being the wraps changing for his now 3 fingered hands and 3 toed feet, as well as the hoodie likely becoming a bit looser/bigger to better fit his shell. A little something I noticed about the transformation scene is that it starts from his ankles/shins/feet, which is cool and all for the posing, but is a bit controversial because it is, in fact, not in any of those areas. IN CONCLUSION,

The brooch (if there is one) is not on his arms due to him wearing short sleeves around the lair, it is not put in his shoes, and it does not need to be activated by touch. It is not anywhere near his feet, as there isn't anything we can see despite the transformation thingies coming from that general area. If we take the previous sentence into account, it is not on his chest either, crossing out pretty much all of the options we have. The last thing I can think of is Draxum somehow just... injecting the stuff into him as a controllable power. That could be flimsy, though, as Casey could've struggled with that of course. But then again, plot convenience.

TL;DR

The brooch is probably non-existent and Draxum just did some mystic shit to the kid.

THE A M O U N T of research HOLY SHIT??!¿¿¿

Why is it that every time I read an essay with theories, I feel like I'm not the author???Ahahah but for real?? I strait up just sit there like...

like...oh my god, how interesting, there are so many mysteries in this comic, unravel them for me please

[sk3tch404]

Yandere Donnie Darko Hcs

A/n: I finally came around to watching Donnie Darko while I was styling my hair this morning. It was so good and omgg HIS CHARACTER!!! Love it 💜 What he voices in where he rebels against authority resonates with me in the most honest and straight up sense, it's crazy.

CW: Characterizing of psychosis without research (I am in no way claiming this is how individuals who suffer some psychosis or with schizophrenic symptoms act or feel like. This is simply a work of fiction and how I see Donnie's mental state affect the scenario), Donnie is actually very tame here except for his obvious criminal record and acts of violence, and YALL HES A MENTALLY ILL TEENAGE BOY so he's a lowkey soft okay. Y'all see him with Gretchen? So caring and passionate ugh, love him sm. <33 I try to write as close to canon as possible, but sometimes that leads to really soft yans and I kind of doubt my writing. Despite that. I like to think that not all yanderes need to be possessive killing machines in order to fit into the troupe. Everyone's got their own way of dealing with obsession, and so I think I did decently with this one lol.

Proof read a few times, so sorry for wordy/run on sentences and possible wonky grammar.

I feel like Donnie is very observant and patient with his darling. He's quite analytical for a teenage boy which leads him to take time to consider the variables that weigh within your possible relationship.

Donnie is still an awkward kid, so dont be surprised when you accidentally find him staring at you for a considerable period of time in class. In school, he doesn't approach you, seeing as the setting is already suffocating enough. He'd try to catch you after school or when you two have a little bit of privacy.

He's kinda shy and clumsy at first glance--- too talkative in his speech and self-aware of his minor fuck ups. Over time, he'll be more open to what he wants with you. Donnie might not really understand how to handle love and all of its complexities, but hell try really hard to make it work.

Yeah, y'all saw how fast he dived in for that kiss in the film?... Embarrassing, but it's true that he's quite excited to show his affection for you. He'll be "so chill with it," and he is to an extent--- not too clingy at all--- but when he's around he gives you guard dog privileges. Stays at your side and defends you from any brain rotting comments made from the guys around the neighborhood. Donnie isn't much of a fighter, but he's damn well capable of planning and executing a crime if it calls for it. One count of arson, another unaccounted for, severe property damage, and murder? Don't doubt it for one second that he won't consider further acts in the future to come.

His psychosis affects him directly when it comes to you--- as it also does with most things. He already feels so shitty with how things are going in his life, Frank voicing the many thoughts he has about you day to day stresses him further. Sometimes Donnie is scared Frank will convince him to hurt you as the countdown progresses. Despite that fear, he can't keep away from you.

This distress causes Donnie to rebel more often. As he spirals down the rabbit hole Frank keeps digging for him, the anxiety that follows with what will happen to you once the world ends lingers late at night in his bed.

Donnie's main love language is quality time. He walks with you from school and chills with you pretty much wherever. He's pretty book-smart, so he'll pitch in with your projects and homework assignments. His parents don't really seem like they care what he does most of the time, so if he's given the chance, he'll crash at your place for a few before they think he's off sleepwalking or some shit.

Donnie already knows he's slipping off the rails, placebo medication or not, Frank stays to stir the pot. He's almost scared, scared to death that you'll think he's an insane lunatic and he'll scare you off. But at the same time, why be scared if it's the truth? He has evidence, the book, and his own visions. That anxiety doesn't go away when he rambles on about the six-foot-tall bunny rabbit and how that thing has led him to the method of time travel.

You're just left there dumb founded as he stares on at you with that deadpanned look. Too late to back out now. World's ending and you don't got a boyfriend. Well, you got Donnie... and Frank's there too sometimes, but either way, you're all each other's got. You don't want to be alone do you? Donnie knows he doesn't.

He trusts you more than anyone else. Yeah he's on meds, and sure he's loony, but everyone knows that already; not that they seemed to care too much anyway. He feels like he can just exist with you around. All that pent up frustration with the looming guilt of his actions festering inside can be washed out like waves on a cold shore. Of course, it's not a cure-all, but it's damn nice compared to the bone headed friends he got and the tense dinner table back at home.

He has scratch paper in his drawers that are just filled with messy sketches of you. Not sure if he'd be the type to use sketchbooks, but he is pretty organized in his own room. Donnie just finds you so easy and beautiful to draw. Art block has nothing on this boy. He hates it when his sisters barge into his room and see any unfinished piece of you lying around. They tease him so bad about it, he wishes they'd just leave him alone.

"Ooo, is this the girl you're always wasting your time with?"

"No, gimme it. It's none of your business, and get out of my room."

"Geez, fine. Not like that's the freakiest thing you got in here anyway."

Donnie wouldn't be the extreme stalking type, but if he caught a glance of you, he wouldn't be able to look away. He'd also take into account what your daily patterns are as well as your likes and dislikes. He notices your little habits like if you constantly apply too much pressure to your mechanical pencil, making your lead break. He's always have had a passive opinion on the school uniform, but you made it look good, great even. Donnie likes it even more seeing you in street wear. He takes note on your style and even thinks of taking some inspiration from it to feel closer to you.

He's sensitive in places a teenager would be in most. He's irritable and closed off much of the time, even to you if it gets bad enough. Of course, it's not your fault usually. It only makes sense to be defensive in the case of anything he may perceive as a threat, even if that means any possibility of you breaking his heart.

Donnie may be a bit shy in his advances, but what he isn't is hesitant. He's quite bold in his thoughts and feelings. While he is afraid of your judgement in particular, he doesn't mind doing many things in front of you. Your collar is crooked, so let him just fix it up real quick. Talk about something that's got him thinking? He's letting his thoughts pour out like it's happy hour. He sees no issue in doing what he wants to, so if you're feeling unsure or nervous about something, he'll be the one to do it for you. Not many questions asked unless it's got his serious attention.

Kisses are passionate and deep. (Tbh when I first watched the movie I was like, "DAMN dont eat her face- shit.") I dont know if Donnie has had previous experience or not, but he's definitely got the enthusiasm. He tries to match your rhythm if you seem to have trouble following. Not too much tongue, but best believe he's devouring your lips like it's the last 6 hours in the universe. His hands are roaming around your body, feeling the dips and curves so cautiously because Jesus, you're just rocking his fucking world. If you tell him to slow down, he will. Donnie never wants to force you to do anything you wouldn't want to.

Words of affirmation aren't really a thing for him. If he says something to you, it was probably on his mind anyway. If you say "I love you" to him, he'd be almost stunned but wouldn't have a problem reciprocating that energy. He just felt like that connection between you two was already clear enough. No need to say it so directly. Although, it's nice. He really loves and cares for you. Would take a bullet for you--- cross his heart till he dies, all that sappy shit.

If you reject him, let's just say Frank and Donnie will be speaking more often. It pushes him off the edge. Frank isn't in Donnie's head just to do evil shit, but it's not like his presence doesn't perpetuate Donnie's behavior further. He wouldn't go on a killing spree or anything excessively violent like that. He'd be hyper-focused on the time travel aspect of his situation and become more forceful in his methods. He'd demand answers to make sense of all of it. To cope with the fact you didn't want him like how he needed you. Why didn't you like him enough? What didn't he do? Actually, what did he do? His mind feels like its on the brink of breaking as he tries to rationalize all the negativity in his life. He's already done too much, his world feels like it's collapsing in on itself before the actual day could even come. You were a majority of that world, and now it's just broken.

Donnie is so distraught and confused about his adolescent experiences, he almost doesn't know what to do. The only thing to do from then on is to focus on the countdown. Time travel, and how to fix it all. Otherwise, not only would he be left alone, but you would be too. Donnie wouldn't want that for you, not ever. Even with all the pain and frustration stowed away inside his still beating heart, he would never wish to hurt you; one of the only people on Earth who didn't suck so much as everyone else did.

[blueberri-blu]

Learning You...

Donnie ♡

[Bayverse] Slowly getting to know Donnie ♡

Leo ♡⁠˖ Mikey ♡⁠˖ Raph ♡⁠˖

Getting to now the turtles! A little Mini-Series!

Meeting Him:

Honestly? You probably met him through April or his brothers...

April decided to bring you over to the lair, after months of her dodging you wanting to meet her friends

So, as you walk into the lair, you meet Mikey first, ever excited for new friends

Then Leo comes to greet you like a "proper guest" (as leo puts it)

And lastly Raph just seems to stare at you a bit and give a grunt

Later, 1 of 2 things happens

Either Leo or April's drags Donnie out to greet you

Or your curious ass goes to see what's going on in the strange lab room

Once you see him, he greets you quickly and goes back to what he was doing in his lab

You follow him and start to ask questions about his many inventions

This won his heart (whether he knew it or not)

Befriending Him:

At first, it's hesitant questions, long awkward silences, and clammy hands

But after awhile he gets used to your presence

Your questions often help him, letting him see a new perspective

He appreciates any of your input, but not without a little bit of sass

That little turn around he does (in the gif), you can't tell me he isn't sassy

You two will get into little sass battles, one comeback after another

This helps you two get closer

You mostly spend time in his lab, with the occasional accompanying him for new materials or things he needs

You bring him food and water, setting alarms for him to remember to eat and drink

Spinning in your office chair, you give him insane scenarios for him to entertain you with the logistics of it all

"Hey Donnie, what if I wanted a fire proof phone?"

"well you'd need to find a thin enough material that doesn't melt under high heats, a material such as steal, however you'd need to figure out how to combat the heaviness..."

And that's when he start getting comfortable ranting to you

He'll go on hour long rants about many things, allowing you to interrupt him to ask questions about what things mean and such

Donnie loves when you ask him these questions, he feels like, even though you don't understand him completely, you still try hard to take interest in him

First Date!

You probably have to ask him out,

You guys develop a situation ship sort of thing

And although he wants more, he doesn't want to ruin what you have

You end up asking Donnie "What are we"

And that's when poor Donnie's brain is racing a mile a minute

He starts stammering and doesn't know how to proceed, but eventually sighs and tells you how he feels

He's ecstatic when you tell him you feel the same!

Donnie stresses so much on dates ideas

Eventually, he decides he wants to take you out of the lair for once

You share your favorite foods with each other, both sickeningly sweet feeding eachother

He takes you for a ride in the shellraiser

You eventually get to a large field of pretty grass, noticing it's very far from the city

You give him a questioning look, but he just responds with "I wanted to make sure you knew this was special to me" while giving you a shy smile

You have a little picnic with Donnie, far from the city

He wanted you two to have a special moment without the bustling of the city or his brothers

Although you're both nervous, soon you start talking about anything that comes to mind

Soon Donnie starts to feed you, like the sickeningly sweet romantic he is

You're both giggling and talking in hushed voices

You end up cuddling and whispering sweet nothing's in each other's ears

Dating!

With Donnie you are never missing anything

He tries his best to make your life easier

You're clumsy and your phone keeps falling? He makes a practically indestructible phone case in your favorite color (he secretly hopes it's purple)

Your toast never comes out quite how you like it? He makes a toaster that makes your toast exactly how you like it (and maybe even a coffee maker that makes it ready to drink)

Donnie sometimes struggles with giving you the time outside the lab you (let's be honest, him too) need.

Sometimes you struggle to get him out of his lab, but with a little convincing (and kicked puppy eyes) he'll usually cave for awhile.

Usually taking you to go see museums at night "It's better without the crowd!"

And on your anniversaries, he takes you back to your first date

He can get a bit insecure about whether he's doing it right, all he has to base off of are movies and TV shows

It'll take a bit for him to touch you, but once you put his hand on your back/thigh/waist

He'll take it as a go ahead (always looks at you for approval tho)

Whenever he hugs or kisses you, you can feel just how much he loves you

He looks at you and slowly closes the distance

Donnie will sometimes ask you questions about your previous relationships, how they ended, and why

He just wants to prevent the same mistakes from happening, he really loves you, and wants you two to last for eternity <3

I was able to finish it @novaleedartis !! Hope you enjoy it ^^

Please let me know how I can improve or if I have any spelling errors please! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

[cupcakeslushie]

Rise of the TMNT is my current hyper fixation and I’m loving your AU.

I am curious about your version of Shredder/Saki. What’s his beef with Splinter in this AU? I know you’re using a lot of 2012 Shredder and a bit of IDW for him.

Also, what were his views/interactions/plans regarding the other turtles? I personally figure he planned on eventually having Leo kill Mikey and Raph, but maybe sending someone else to kill Donnie. Just to be safe. He spent a lot of time grooming Leo to be his pawn and that would be wasted if Donnie decided to blow them both up or something equally insane.

bad guy lore. Please!

Below is a bit from the big timeline located in my EW master post! Saki’s hatred is really based off being lied to for his entire life, and later finding out his parents were murdered by the man who basically raised him like a son. Regarding Yoshi, Saki’s mad at him for abandoning him to go run off to America. They were raised as brothers, but when Saki found out the truth, he killed Sho so quickly that it wasn’t very satisfying, so Saki vowed to end the Hamato clan.

Saki didn’t know about any of the turtles at all until Kitsune brought Leo before him. But even with the knowledge that there were two more out there, Shredder was only focused on poisoning Leo against Splinter—that was his main goal. He figured they’d be eventual collateral, but that he had enough control over Leonardo he’d follow any commands to kill them without question. But this hubris is what ultimately leads to Leonardo retaining a fond view of his brothers, and then finding the strength to leave to keep them safe.

And Saki had no idea that Donatello was related.

[zxphy]

(THE AMOUNT OF FUCKING DELAYS I'VE HAD WITH THIS FIC IS INSANE.)

☆ Quit undressing me with your eyes!!

Yandere! '12 Michealangelo x Reader

Tws/cws: Yandere behaviour, AFAB reader, sexual innuendos, obsessive/posessive tendencies, sexual content, masturbation, nonconny thoughts, rape fantasies, Mikey got mad intrusive thoughts :3

Smut written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable.

Even though he's a teenager, Michealangelo never really got any sexual thoughts, that until he met you.

He's never ever thought or Shinigami or Renet in such lewd ways, but you...you were different.

He can't even look at you without being plagued by the thought of bending you over the nearest ledge and fucking you absolutely stupid.

Your beautiful face, your lovely curves, your bubbly personality - literally EVERYTHING about you got his dick hard.

But like, how could he not? You just looked absolutely gorgeous just sitting there comepletely oblivious to every fucked up and lewd thought going through his head.

You have no idea how much he wants to shove his cock down your throat, or force himself into you, with you holding onto him grabbing and clawing at whatever you can, begging him to stop, screaming for help only for no one to come to your aid.

Your teary eyed expression full of dread turning into one of ecstasy. Your sobs turning into pleasure filled moans, motivating him to fuck you even harder.

.

.

.

"Mikey?"

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at you. You were smiling at him with a bit of concern plastered on your face. "You're staring again, heh.." you laughed nervously, darting your eyes to the couch, "Hey, I bought you guys pizza!"

Quickly forgetting the vile imagery of you in his head, he grinned and bounced in the couch excitedly at the thought of his favourite food.

"Aww thanks dudette!" The turtle pulled you into an embrace, freezing as he feels your tits agaisnt his plastron.

Oh what he'd give to breed the fuck out of you right now. ♡

You pull away from the hug after a moment and pat Mikey on his head. "I'm gonna go hang out with Donnie in the lab, cya man!" Yeah that's probably be best for your safety anyway. Michealangelo doesn't think he could hold himself back much longer.

"Cya later dudette!" He waved at you as you left the living room, leaving him alone with his thoughts once more.

Oh.

And a box of pizza!

Whew. That took a lot out of me to finish 👁👁

Alright I hope y'all enjoy lmfao

[the-peak-tmnt]

As promised, a small preview for Reciprocity Ch. 18 “The Parade: Part III”

Still more work to do this chapter, but I’m feeling pretty inspired right now! Trying to wrap this sucker up this week.

Content warning for blood, distress, and graphic depictions of a gunshot wound under the cut.

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Raph’s cheek was wet. The gaping wound in his chest was still bleeding, the blood pooling around him where he lay on the street. Raph knew was just yards away from the open manhole where Leo had disappeared. He wanted to raise his head to look for it, but even the tiniest of movements sent white hot bolts of pain through him. He gasped, inhaling some of the blood that had gathered around his face. Raph sputtered and coughed, sparking another wave of blinding pain. The terrible cycle continued for a few agonizing moments before his brain caught up enough to tilt his head to the side and away from the blood.

Raph had been shot. It was almost too much to process, but with each excruciating breath, the reality of it was impossible to ignore. They’d had more than a few close calls when tracking down the gangs that worked for Superfly, but none as close as when Raph had almost been shot in their first fight at the chop shop. If Donnie hadn’t thrown a wrench at the thug with the shotgun, Raph would’ve had a hole in his shell much sooner than this. 

Holy shit. There was a hole in his shell. There was a fucking hole in his shell. Raph’s breathing kicked up a notch. This was bad. This was really, really fucking bad. Raph gaged with the realization that little yellow things still stuck to the tips of his fingers were bits of his own plastron. Even without being able to look at the entirety of the damage, Raph knew that this was so much worse than when Superfly had cracked their shells.

Over the sound of his own labored breath, Raph could hear the whir of a drone above him. Shit shit shit! It was still here! It had to have been what shot him, and it was still here. Was it going to shoot him again? It came to hover in front of his face, barely an inch above the ground. It was so close he could see the tiny lens of the drone’s camera. He tied to scramble away, but the pain was enough to make his strained breathing stop altogether. He choked on the metallic taste still on his tongue, his vision whiting out, the sound of the drone drowned out by the pounding of his own heart.

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t move. It was going to finish him off. He was going to die here. He’d failed to get to Leo, and now his brothers were going to watch him die. He was stuck. He couldn’t move. He was going to die—

“Your leader gave you an order, and you disobeyed,” The voice was back and thundering loudly above Raph. “You have dishonored your brother and his sacrifice.”

“Won’t…let you…kill him!” Raph managed to get out against the blinding pain. He was met with another round of insane laughter.

“Your brother will die, insolent child,” the voice sneered. “But take comfort in the knowledge that his death will be far more honorable than yours. Unexpected as it was, he has earned my respect. He is on his way to me now so I may personally provide him a warrior’s death.”

“No!” Raph growled, louder and stronger this time. He had to get up. He had to. In one last herculean effort, Raph managed to get his left elbow underneath himself. He had raised himself off the ground a few inches before his arm gave out, sending him crashing back to the ground. The pain of the impact was so intense that it was all Raph could do to stay conscious. He sucked a desperate lungful of air and screamed into the pavement. It was impossible to tell which was worse; the pain of his wound, or the pain of his absolute failure.

[evenmoreofadisaster]

Hi, it's me again, I left a note in my reply, but now I have another question or request<3 Can you tell us a little bit more about Kendrtwollo? Like how did those two meet? What kind of dynamic and relationship do they have? How does it evolve until it becomes romantic? And what is their dynamic or relationship like when it's romantic? How does his family (Especially One) react to their relationship? (Please tell me he becomes jealous and overprotective XD) While we're at it, how does the rest of the family react to One and Usagi's relationship? (I already read the post about how Two reacts, and I love it<3) And anything else you can tell us about Mikey's future daughter? Having said all that, if there are things you can't tell because of spoilers or because it's not fully planned yet and you'll change it in the future, I'll understand, thank you very much for your time<3

Lol, yes! Response is under the cut bc it's a bit long lmao

This is a minor spoiler for s2 chatper 3, but Kendra and Two actually meet off-screen, when Two enrolls in April's school as Donnie. He joins the purple dragons before moving into April's class. By chapter 3, Donnie is no longer associated with the purple dragons and knows Kendra's just as deceiving as One.

I imagine Kendra and Two's relationship is kind of like enemies to lovers, but they never quite reach the lovers stage. They're kind of like in an endless game of cat and mouse, where Kendra gives Two the attention or validation he needs, then uses his tech (either with or without his permission, depending on what her angle is). She plays him. Two knows this, and, depending on how Two is feeling depends on whether or not he lets Kendra get away with it.

I don't think they'd ever be lovey-dovey or have an official relationship, but Kendra genuinely thinks that Two is a genius which is probably why Two goes back to her. I wouldn't say they develop 'feelings' for each other, but I’d more of an unhealthy attachment.

I don't think Raph and Mikey would know the full extent of Two and Kendra's relationship, but they're not big fans of her. She's thrown Two under the bus and has gone under his nose to steal from him, which they don't appreciate. One KNOWS. He knows Kendra is a bad influence-- this is how Two got into vaping-- he knows Kendra is using Two for his tech and he doesn't like it. I don't think there's anything for One to be jealous of-- since this would most likely happen in the time One goes to Japan with Usagi (post movie arc), therefore isn't around often enough to be jealous-- but One does get super overprotective.

My version of Kendra does kickboxing, so she can beat Two in hand-to-hand. Against One, though, she'd die without her tech.

For One and Usagi's relationship, everyone is pretty much chill with Usagi except for Two and Raph (at first). Raph knows that Usagi is unpredictable and dangerous, so he's definitely on the fence when One hangs out with him post s2. When Raph sees how One can handle Usagi going nuts (more info about that here) and how he calms him down, Raph knows that there's nothing to worry about. Usagi frustrates Raph sometimes, but not any more than his brothers do. They get along. This drives Two insane. Mikey, generally, is just happy that One can be happy and himself around Usagi. You can read about Draxum's thoughts here.

Yes! So far, I'm thinking that Mikey's adopted kid will be EMD's version of Renet. Mikey finds her as he travels the world to help people in need. The details are still fuzzy, but the idea rn is that Renet lost both her parents. Her mother was the apprentice of a time lord, who's either exiled or imprisoned. The mother stole the time scepter that is now in Renet's possession. Renet has no idea what it is or why people are after it, until Mikey finds her and helps.

[thekinkyleopard]

Funny Til it’s Not

A Kanai and Alistar SicFic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Snz Fic, Sick Fic, Failed Caretaking, smut,

snzfcking

Description: For once, Al is sick, and it’s anything but desirable. Kanai is left alone to foot the bill of taking care of him. Can he help soothe the ailing Anti-Christ?

Authors Notes: As promised 🫡 this fic was brought to you by @aller-geez depraved requests. She did the art and owns Kanai! Enjoy a fic that didn’t take me 2 months to complete! LOL

Draeko gathered his keys, and everything else he needed on his way out, scrambling quickly. “Okay, Kanai, just remember the list is on the counter of things I need done today…and I’ll be out for most of the day…” he looked around with curious mint and grey colored eyes. “Wait..Al isnt awake yet?” The navy haired man shrugged looking at Draeko with an almost tired, resolve. “Well, make sure you wake him up to help you with the chores, this place is a mess and it would really mean a lot if it was taken care of before I got back,” The hybrid tried to be sweet about his words, not wanting to come off too critical or harsh. However, the two men in particular weren’t the cleanliest of roommates.

Its not really on the demon to do list ‘Scrub bathroom floors’ and ‘Dust all the shelves’ sure they GENERALLY kept their things organized. Important things. It was exceptionally irritating to Draeko how clean Kanai always kept his room but doesn’t compute taking out the trash in the kitchen. “I understand, these things will be completed to your standard, Luciftias,” the mutt smiled sweetly upward at the hound, lifting on his toes to kiss him on the cheek. Kanai nodded gently as a response to the affections.

“See you later!” and out the door he went. Leaving the navy haired man to himself and, apparently, a lazy house mate. Kanai took a deep breath in and exhaled, it wasn’t like Al to still be in bed so he wasn’t sure what the demon had gotten into over the night. Slowly he approached the red head’s bedroom door and knocked with a cautious but confident hand. “Donnie?” he asked gently, without a response in return. He narrowed his thin brows and tried once more. “Donnie?” He spoke a bit louder this time, but nothing became of it. “Hm..” he contemplated out loud to himself, before simply pushing the door open and taking a step inside. “Alistar,” he said more sternly now, glaring at the sleeping blob wrapped under a fort of blankets.

“Hnnn…” A tortured groan escaped from under the material. “g-Go …aw…ay…AHH’EEHGGSHH’IUE!” with the sudden outburst that took them both by surprise, it started to become insanely clear to Kanai now. Alistar was sick. Kanai stood frozen in the doorway, uncertainty creeping into his mind like tendrils of mist. Alistar's thrashing figure beneath the blankets seemed foreign, a stark contrast to the usual boisterous demon he knew. He took a hesitant step forward, his heart pounding with a mixture of concern and helplessness.

"Are you okay?" Kanai finally mustered the courage to speak, his voice soft and filled with worry if it wasn’t so monotoned.

Alistar's response was immediate, cutting through the air like a jagged blade. "Obviously not! I feel like diarrhea dog shit, eaten by another dog, shat out again, and then angrily hosed down by the mean old man that owns the house," his words were laced with frustration, punctuated by a fit of coughing that racked his frame, his voice hoarse and strained.

The navy-haired man recoiled slightly at Alistar's outburst, unsure of how to proceed. He watched as the demon curled into himself, his breaths ragged and shallow. Kanai's concern deepened at the sight of Alistar in such a vulnerable state, he would have to think back to the ways Draeko had cared for them. “Okay, Donnie can you come out from underneath the sleeping materials? I have to put my hand on your face,” He wasn’t exactly sure why, or what purpose this served when Draeko did it, but it was normally the first step in the process.

The grumbling, sick infested demon emerged from the depths of his comfy bed nest and squinted his blackened eyes when met with the sun light peering through his curtains. “Fuckin…..Uncle Christ..” he tried to shield it with his arm but the glare hit him in a place that he wasnt aware needed to be scratched. Right before he could block himself of the light, he sneezed loudly and openly into the space in front of him. “hHEH’TZSCHh’UE!” Kanai took a step back, narrowly avoiding the spray of demon spittle as Alistar sneezed. Suppressing a shudder, he hesitantly approached the sick demon, his hand hovering uncertainly over Alistar's forehead. The demon's greyish hued skin was clammy to the touch, his temperature clearly elevated. Kanai's worry intensified at the realization of why the touch was so important.

"Your skin is extremely hot," Kanai murmured, more to himself than to Alistar. He knew he had to take care of the Anti-Christ, just as Draeko would have done in his absence. Yet, he had so much to do already, and he didn’t really know how to be a comfort to the red head. He thought to himself for a second and then spoke out with an idea "Let me get you some water and medicine," Yeah thats usually what comes next in the repertoire, with that, Kanai hurried out of the room, leaving Alistar to wallow in his own misery. For once, he was not excited to be sick whatsoever, it was really coming down on him, the weight of his body felt like he was being sucked into quick sand despite having a rather firm mattress. His head throbbed with each heartbeat, his body aching with fevered chills. He let out a weak cough, the sound hollow and raspy in the empty room. The demon closed his eyes, trying to focus on breathing through the discomfort, but every inhale felt like fire in his chest.

As he lay there, time seemed to stretch endlessly, the silence broken only by his inconsistent, but intensive broken sinuses. “AHH’EEHGGSHH’IUE! hih’aESShh’ue!” he allowed his open mouth to spew another large cloud of varying spittle. Groaning inwardly after, sliding the back of his hand across his nose to be left with an almost iridescent trail behind his blackened dorsal aspect. “I wish I could enjoy this…SNDf” he snarfled loudly his blackened eyes staring blankly ahead while he sat and waited Kanai’s return. Who speaking of which, was having a semi-mild panic attack because he wasn’t sure WHAT medication to give his suffering friend.

“Headache? Flu? Allergies? What are all these? What do they do? What do I give him?” Kanai frantically scanned the assortment of medicine bottles in the bathroom cabinet, each label a confusing jumble of medical terms. He bit his lip in frustration, wishing he had paid more attention when Draeko had explained their purposes. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Kanai decided to scoop the entire stash and run it down the hall, back to his friend.

"I hope this helps," Kanai said slightly out of breath from the anxiety of it all, he dumped the contents of his arms onto the bed. Alistar blinked a few times, looking at the hoard of medications the hound had bestowed upon him.

“The fuck ones do I take? SndF..” the red head sniffled lightly trying to figure out what the words on the containers even meant. Picking up each one individually to get a better look.

“That part of the ritual is unclear, Donnie, I thought maybe you would know…” he reached back to scratch the nape of his neck nervously. Alistar let out an exasperated sigh, his hand rubbing his temples in a feeble attempt to alleviate the pounding headache that pulsed behind his eyes. The letters on the medication bottles seemed to blur together, mocking him with their indecipherable labels. With a frustrated huff, he tossed the bottles aside, resigned to his fate of suffering through the illness without the aid of modern medicine. “Fuck ALL this…I’ll just go back to sleep…” he grumbled angrily.

Kanai watched as Alistar's shoulders slumped in defeat, well that just wouldn’t do. What else? What else could he provide…he thought carefully looking around the demon’s messy room, he spotted a coffee mug sitting carelessly upon his night stand. Oh yeah! “Should I bring you some of Draeko’s leaf water? And perhaps a wet towel?” tilting his head as he looked over the other who had allowed his head to fall in his clammy hands.

“Sure…Nai…we can try that…SSDndFf…UGhhh…” he groaned again, it truly felt like he was on the verge of visiting dear ol’ dad again. The navy haired hound nodded with determination written clear across his face, he zipped his way into the kitchen rather quickly, trying to gather up the very supplies he had promised. He was struggling to remember exactly how the hybrid made the leaf beverage though. It was usually hot…”So then maybe…” with the only knowledge he had of obtaining hot water he turned on the kitchen sink, and waited a good few minutes whilst fishing around for the substance that made the base of the hot beverage. Unsure of what exactly he was looking for he saw a little dish of colorful flowers, leaves and various herb like substances. It was incredibly fragrant, was this it?

Kanai picked up the small containment and gave it a good sniff. It was incredibly floral, it didn’t exactly smell like the stuff Draeko normally made but he wasn’t able to find anything even remotely similar besides the basic cooking spices. Shrugging his shoulders, the hound filled up a mug with the hot sink water, and dumped the bits of mixed herb in, mixing it around til the water itself turned a fuchsia color. “That’ll do it,” nodding confidently, and without thinking to maybe fish the little chunky bits out of the mug, he instead brought the whole thing, as is, to the rotting demon in his bed.

Alistar grumbled and tossed, sniffling and snorting snot down his throat as he tried his best to clear his terrible congestion. He shuddered. “I have brought you the hot liquid,” Nai stands at the edge of Alistar’s large bed and the red head slowly emerges from the blanket he had been stuffed inside. The anti-christ takes the mug in both his hands and goes to sniff the substance, but is immediately blocked out by his insanely full sinuses. He shrugs loosely.

“Bottoms up,” though apprehensive upon seeing the floating debris he regrettably trusts in his best friend and begins to slurp the hot beverage…before promptly spitting it out. “UNHOLY FUCK…” he shouts as the sting of potpurri burns down his throat, shards of wood and dried petals lodging themselves between his teeth. “What the actual fuck did you put in this??” Kanai steps back sheepishly and scratches his head with confusion.

“I do not understand, is it not good?” He tilts his head almost innocently enough it convinced Alistar, he truly had no idea what he had given him.

“It’s fucking horrendous…” Kanai winced at Alistar's reaction, feeling a pang of guilt for not being able to provide the comfort he had hoped for. He watched as Alistar continued to cough and sputter, his black eyes watering from the overwhelming taste of the concoction. With a sigh, Kanai reached for the mug, intending to take it away and make amends for his mistake.

"I apologize, I suppose my find was insufficient," Kanai muttered apologetically as he grabbed the mug. Alistar wiped his mouth with the back of his blackened hand, grimacing in discomfort.

"Insufficient is one word…absolutely fuckin’ terrible is another…SDnfF…H-hih’…" Alistar rasped out between coughs, his voice hoarse from the ordeal, the light hitch of another oncoming sneeze haunted him as he tried to unearth it by looking over at the light peaking from the blinds. It was better to release than explode trying to hold them in.

Nodding with understanding, Kanai disposed of the failed remedy and fetched a glass of plain water instead. He handed it to Alistar who took it slowly in his hand, still staring steadily toward the light, his mouth hung open just barely agape as he tried to coax the phenomenon to the front. “H-H…” his breaths came out in short gasps, as if it was just below the surface ready to break free, he inhaled sharply, his eyes squeezed til they were almost closed and he, “HEHH’DZSCHh’iEEW! huh’ESSSH!” barreling forward as it splashed from his mouth and into the open air around him, Kanai trying to avoid getting hit with a plume of saliva by taking a few steps back. “SNNNNDDFF… Gahhhh…Id’s neber been dis bad bebore…sdarding do regred a lod of dedigions…” the demon struggled through his words as they became mush in the presence of his worsening illness.

Kanai watched with concern as Alistar suffered through another violent sneeze, feeling utterly helpless in the face of his friend's deteriorating condition. He could see the frustration and discomfort written all over the demon's face, a stark contrast to his usual confident and sarcastic demeanor. As Alistar sniffled and rubbed at his raw nose, Kanai knew he had to do something more to help.

With determination in his eyes, walked up to his partner in crime and scooped him in his arms bridal style, out of the bed without much protest from the other. “SndFf…Where we going?” he asked curiously, but without much energy to even fight the other’s current process, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck.

“Hot soak…” nodding his head as he carried the ailing man to the bathroom and gently set him down on the closed toilet seat. “Undress,” he ordered gently, and while Alistar obliged, at the pace of a snail, Kanai began the one ritual he WAS sure of. More times than not he ran baths for the little mutt whether because he was sick physically or mentally, the hound knew that there was a stash of helpful remedies on deck. These ones, he knew did what. Taking out the bag of epsom salt as the water began to heat up, Kanai also looked around for a wash cloth, finding a clean one in the drawer. “Okay now…” the hound spoke out loud mostly to himself. Al sat on the toilet, naked now, staring blankly ahead with wet, swollen black eyes, he blinked them one at a time.

Kanai plugged the tub and began to concoct a comforting, and hopefully, sinus clearing, hot bath.

The steam began to fill the spacious bathroom as Kanai expertly poured the Epsom salt into the warm water, a soothing lavender scent wafting through the air as it slowly dissolved. Alistar watched with tired eyes, his body trembling slightly from the chill that seemed to constantly plague him now. The hound eventually finished his preparations, and then turned to face the demon, his expression soft yet still determined.

"Alright, time to get in," Kanai said gently, offering a hand to help Alistar into the tub. The demon hesitated for a moment before accepting the assistance and lowering himself into the fragrant water. Alistar let out a long sigh of relief as the warmth enveloped his aching body, easing some of the tension that had settled in his muscles.

Kanai sat by the edge of the tub, watching over Alistar with a mixture of apprehension and care. The red head sat for a moment in silence with his eyes closed and his head resting against the wall. “Hnnn…” he groaned lowly as he allowed the bath to sooth his aching muscles. “Nai?” he then suddenly asked slowly opening one blackened sclera.

“Yes, Donnie?” the navy haired male looked over at his friend curiously.

“Will you get in with me?” now opening both his eyes to look fully at the other, a slight visage of vulnerability could be seen behind them. The hound mulled over the idea for a moment before coming to a stand and slowly stripping his clothes off his body.

“Make room,” he answered at last, and while the red head obliged, there wasn’t a whole lot of space. Kanai sat behind Alistar, and the red head snuggled up between the hound’s legs, Nai wrapped his thin around the other’s torso while they settled comfortably into one another. Alistar let out a gentle sigh of relief, feeling comforted by the other’s body heat pressed into his back.

As the two demons soaked in the warm water, the tension began to melt away from Alistar's body. The lavender-scented steam provided a soothing relief to his aches and pains, and he felt a sense of calm wash over him for the first time in 24 hours. Kanai's presence behind him, his arms wrapped protectively around Alistar, offered a comfort that words could not express for either of them.

The red head leaned back against Kanai, closing his eyes and letting himself relax fully. The warmth of the water seeped into his bones, easing the constant chill that had plagued him. With each passing moment, he felt a little bit of his strength return, bolstered by the care and concern of his friend.

Kanai held Alistar close, feeling the tension slowly leaving the red head's body as they both soaked in the healing waters. He could feel the weight of Al leaning against him getting less and less restrained as the black eyed demon slowly let himself trust. Lazily, the hound reached for the wash cloth and began to gently run it up and down the demon’s chest, up to his neck and around his shoulders, the Anti-christ let out a softened moan. Neither of them were used to this sort of intimacy, maybe Nai with Draeko, but they werent typically this soft with one another. However, they both relaxed, and enjoyed this moment of vulnerability. The peaceful atmosphere enveloping them, the sound of water lapping gently against the sides of the tub mingling with their quiet breathing. Alistar felt the tension in his muscles slowly unwind under Kanai's gentle ministrations, his body growing heavier with relaxation. The hound's touch was a balm to his weary soul, a reminder that despite where they come from, moments of respite and care could still be found.

While Kanai continued to wash away the grime and exhaustion that clung to Alistar's skin, the red-headed demon found himself falling back into bad behaviors, his body slowly rolling into each motion as the heat of the water gave him the illusion of feeling well and the touch of the other was beginning to excite him. “Nai…lower…” he whispered breathlessly. Kanai paused for a moment, his hand stilling on Alistar's skin as he considered the request. He could sense the shift in the atmosphere, the undercurrent of desire mingling with the comforting warmth of the bath. The hound knew that crossing this line could change the trajectory of the night, but as he laid back in contemplation, the hound could not deny who he was down at heart either. Depraved. Both of them.

With a soft exhale, Kanai leaned in closer to Alistar, his touch becoming more intimate as he followed the red head's whispered plea. The water around them seemed to hum with anticipation, a charged energy threading between them as they moved together in the steamy bath. Alistar's breath hitched while Kanai's hands explored lower, sending shivers down his spine and igniting their sinful natures just as the hound’s bare palm met the red head’s stiffened length.

“Hn..nn..Hah..~…F-fuck…” Alistar gasped, noticing the better he felt sexually, the more needy he became to combine his illness with their actions. “Touch my nose…” the red head commanded, almost urgently. Kanai hesitated again for a moment, but the desire building in between them was impossible to ignore, and the hound simply loved to please where he could. With a mix of slight hesitation and longing, Kanai brought his hand up to gently brush his thin fingers against the red head's nose, tracing the lines of his philtrum with a tenderness that belied their usual interactions.

The weakened demon let out a shuddering breath, his body reacting to the dual sensations of pleasure and relief from the bath. The red head’s body trembled and his head fell back against the other’s strong shoulder before the pressure of Kanai’s tickling index sent him over the edge. Like tv static that ran up and down the central nerves of his entire face, the sensation over took him. “hHEH’TZSCHh’ue! hih’AESSHH’ue!” hips desperately thrusting upward into Kanai’s slowly closing palm. It was both exhilarating and humiliating to be reduced to a sickened humping dog, but it only made the experience that much more enjoyable to Al. He snuffled softly. “SndF…” before Kanai swiped his finger across the other’s leaking nostrils to assist. “So good…” the red head moaned.

“My…yours sure are expressive, Donnie,” the hound simply teased, earning a softly dusted blush across the other’s face. While Kanai continued to explore Alistar's body in the warm water, their movements became more urgent, more primal. The red head’s ass starting to rut carelessly up against the other demon’s growing length. The steamy atmosphere of the bathroom seemed to heighten every touch, every whispered breath between them. Alistar's grip on the tub tightened as he felt a wave of heat rush through him, his body arching into the hound's touch.

“Shall I make you go again, hm?” The navy haired man tickled and prodded at the other’s swelling nose, it dripped with anticipation. With a sluggish moan, the red head responded excitably, his hips grinding backwards for more friction. The hound’s mouth split into an almost half smirk, allowing himself the role of dominant as his index moved ever so gently to swipe and poke. Alistar hitched, catching his breath in the middle of his throat before it felt like he was being suffocated by the need to let go.

“H-Huh..” it started slowly. With every movement and tease of Kanai's hand, Alistar felt like he was rolling in a pile of a thousand tiny needles. The sensations were both painful and exhilarating, as if his body had never known anything else. While Kanai continued his teasing, Alistar could feel the acute awareness of his sickness combining with the pleasure, making every twitch and spasm feel that much more intense. His nose twitched, and spasmed while the overwhelming sensations consumed him, he released. “Huh’ESSSHHHUH! hEHh’eEZSCHHhh’iEW!” Loud and expressive the sneezes shot out of his mouth and cascaded like sparkles across the bath water in front of them.

He tried to remain still, to simply absorb the pleasure, but his body wouldn't listen. Every movement, every moan, they all served to heighten the experience at hand. Alistar's chest heaved, his skin breaking out in a cold sweat as he struggled to keep up with the intense onslaught, trying to be satisfied with what was given but ultimately craving more.

The redhead's hands clawed at the side of the bathtub, leaving his knuckles to turn bright grey against his tattooed flesh. Kanai’s breathing turned hard and strangled against the red head’s exposed left ear, which only proved to make matters more intense for the both of them. “Put it in…” Alistar practically whined as he pressed himself up against Kanai’s hard cock. The hound's breath hitched but he obeyed. He felt the tip of his erection brush against the sensitive entrance, and he could tell the red head was well and truly ready for him. With a silent prayer for resistance, Kanai slowly pushed himself inside, his muscles clenching and releasing in a futile attempt to mitigate the sensation. The red head's body writhed, pleading for more.

The water around them churned with passion, their movements becoming even more frantic, their mouths creaked open whilst rough, patterned huffs escaped them both. “Just like…that, Nai…fuck don’t….stop…” the red head grunted, pushing himself back to match each desperate thrust, water sloshing over the edges of the porcelain, crashing to the floor.

Kanai could hardly believe how far they'd descended into their own depravity, and yet the intensity of it somehow only added to their pleasure. He gripped Alistar's hips tightly in one hand, their bodies slamming together in a primal dance, their breaths ragged as they surrendered to the wild beast within them. The red head’s nose flared and twitched under Kanai's still persistent touch, the scent of their desperation and arousal mixed with lavender overwhelming them both. “I’m gonna fuckin….Hih….HIH’AEESSHHH’uE! hHah’AETTTSHH’uh!” His body lurched under the hound’s tight grip on him, splashing waves of bath water over the edges while his sinuses released themselves of pressure. His head throbbed between the dizzying effects of the hot water and pleasure all in one. Alistar could hardly hold himself together anymore, Kanai losing himself in his expertly timed rutting.

Unable to contain the monster that lived inside him, Nai moved his head to bite down on the side of Alistar’s exposed neck, his teeth sure to leave deep indentations as his hips worked forward, desperation taking over as he sought release. “AHhh…fUCK, Nai,” the red head cried out.

Their bodies lost all semblance of control, as if possessed by something beyond their own understanding. The passion was no longer just physical, but rather a fusion of fire and water, a whirlwind of intense lust that threatened to engulf them both.

Alistar’s hands clawed at the porcelain tub, cracking a few of his nails down the middle, all while the hound thrust deeper and harder into him. His voice lost in a strangled growl, Kanai couldn't help but feel vindicated for the brutality of their actions. With each harsh slam, with each ragged breath, the feeling consumed him, fueled by an overwhelming desire to possess, to claim, to conquer.

Their bodies shuddered and convulsed in perfect synchronization, as if bound together by an invisible thread. “Don-nie…I’m going to….” he tried to warn his devious counterpart, his rhythm becoming more jagged and unhinged as he reached closer to his climax.

“Cum…Cum for me Nai…” without hesitation to release the other of his restraints, he wanted to feel the hound blow inside him, in fact by this point he craved it. “I’m so fuckin’ close…” finally reaching down the black eyed demon began to tug and pleasure his own leaking length, their bath water now infused with pre-cum as they leaked to their finish line.

"Get closer, I can't last much longer," Kanai whispered hoarsely with a hint of sass against the other's ear. His voice was thick with need and arousal, a primal grunt that matched the clawing of his nails against the red-head's hips.

Alistar's eyes fluttered shut, and he moaned softly in response, his voice shaking with want. It was as if their bodies were a single entity, sensations coursing between them and intertwining in a way that transcended even the most intense of physical connections. Kanai could feel Alistar's heart racing against his back, the two of them lost in a haze of sin.

As the hound's hips continued to piston forward, Alistar's voice rose in a crescendo of unhindered pleasure. His hands clawed harder at the porcelain tub, almost as if he were trying to pull chunks of it away in his desperate need for a deeper connection. Their rutting became more frenzied, bathwater sloshing over the sides and splashing against the cold tiles.

"I'm gonna cum so fuckin' hard," Alistar gasped, his voice cracking with the intensity before he completely blew his load within the confines of their bath water, his body shaking as he hit his ceiling. “UNHOLY FUCK…” he cried out his head falling back against the other. Kanai's breath hitched, pleasure coursing through him like lightning. He could feel the other's climax ripple through him, a shared sensory experience of raw, unadulterated ecstasy. The hound's hips bucked wildly, propelling them both towards their release. As Alistar's walls clenched around him, Kanai felt his own resistance crumble like a sandcastle at the ocean's edge.

"I'm cumming, Alistar," Nai growled, his voice thick with lust.

Alistar moaned depravedly, his body trembling as he felt Kanai's hot seed spill deep inside. The hound's release bringing a sense of accomplishment that settled deep within his bones, they both panted as they tried to catch their breath, Kanai softening inside the other’s still clenching hole.

“Just….what the doctor fuckin’ ordered amirite?” Alistar chuckled a bit breathlessly to break the tension that was thick inside the bathroom. The mirrors had been all fogged up, the bath water was soiled and slowly starting to run cold. Kanai took in a deep breath as he relaxed himself against the cool tile wall.

“I think….we should….probably get out now…” the hound spoke tiredly. Alistar nodded in agreement, a light smirk playing on his lips. He slowly extracted himself from Kanai's grip, his body still trembling from the intense experience. As he stood up, he reached out and grabbed Kanai's hand, helping him to rise as well. Together, they made their way out of the soiled bathtub, the water now drained and leaving only a pool of slight residue.

They stepped out and dried themselves off with a nearby towel, wrapping it around their waists. The room was filled with a hazy aroma of eucalyptus lavendar and arousal, the scent lingering in the air like a misty veil. As they Surveyed the bathroom, Alistar couldn't help but love how the mirrors had fogged up, leaving a steamy reflection of the deviant act they'd just shared.

“I figure…” Kanai clears his throat and looks around before making eye contact with his friend. “I should probably attempt to make you the liquid meal…” the hound trailed off almost unsure if he could accomplish anything other than the bath on this evening. Alistar yawned lazily, stretching his arms out and feeling a bit relieved after the events that unfolded.

“Or, we could just cuddle in bed, have the pet pick something up,” the demon shrugged his shoulders with a look of carefree contentment.

“OH! Oh no…the pet…there’s chores I must proceed with before I can be released to lounge, Donnie,” the navy haired man almost seemed panicked, overwhelmed even. Alistar stepped closer and put both his palms on each side of the other’s face.

“Shh…chores shmores I’ll take the heat, as well as do the dumb ass chores when I feel better….for now…I need a caretaker, Nai, you can’t let me go to bed unattended….” The red head pouted, making a persistent and compelling argument.

“Yes, but, Draeko needs the house to be clean…” Kanai trailed off as he sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Alistar chuckled softly, leading him towards his bedroom with a sly grin on his face.

"C'mon, Nai, let's just get into bed for now, and I'll help you with those chores later. A little rest will do us both good, don't you think?" Nai couldn't help but oblige at the other’s persistent charm, knowing that eventually, he would be unable to resist and would succumb to the temptation of the warm, inviting bed as he’d now exhausted himself anyway. Al led the hound to his bed, pulling him in as they snuggled close together, Alistar resting his pounding head against the other’s strong chest.

“Fine…but you will have to face the pet’s rage if he returns before the list is complete,” the navy haired man began to lazily mull his long fingers through the red strands of hair that lay upon him.

“Deal,” Al snickered, wrapping himself around the other like a greedy leech. They laid like this, til they both succumbed to sleep.

The End

Author’s Notes: I get so depraved writing these two besties that fuck 🫢 Hope yall enjoyed ☺️

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Trying My Worst

Title: Chapter 1/?? Prompt: passing out from pure exhaustion Fandom:  ROTTMNT Word Count: 1099  Author: PhoebePheebsPhibs Rating: Gen Characters: Michelangelo & Baron Draxum Warning: Description of fainting/passing out Summary: Notes: No Beta, We Die Like Gram-Gram! More chapters to follow...

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Mikey had never been that exhausted in his entire life.

Not even after staying up for a full three days of non-stop fighting to defeat the Shredder when he was first resurrected.

Okay, maybe that's pushing it a bit. He did pass out instantly once the threat was gone and the adrenaline gave out.

But one night of sleep later and he was fine!

The week after the invasion from the Krang was a different story.

Mikey's arms turned to golden light and cracked all the way up to his shoulders as he forced open a hole in time and space to save his brother. Everything after that was a blur.

He remembered Leo falling through, winking at the Krang Prime before turning to check on Leo and falling on top of him in a desperate hug as they all watched the sun rise over NYC from Staten Island.

But then... Mikey wasn't so sure, The last thing he recalled was leaning against Raph's arm for support as Donnie called for a pickup. And then... blackout. Mikey's knees gave out from under him as the world began to spin and all strength left his body. He couldn't feel his arms anymore. He couldn't hear Raph's panicked voice as he caught Mikey. He just fainted, passed out, knew no more.

Mikey 'woke up' a few times on the ride back home. Though he didn't remember any of it. He was completely out of it, eyes unfocused and consciousness disconnected from reality. They told him the first few times he woke up, he didn't say anything, just looked around in confusion before passing out again.

The rest of the week was basically the same.

Mikey's body was utterly exhausted from the overuse of ninpo and mystic abilities. Draxum came in to check him over and warned them that Mikey's body needed to rest for a few days to heal up from the overexertion it went through.

Mikey slept for at least a day and a half before actually waking up. And even then, he was on the moon. He could barely speak without babbling endlessly about who knew what and crying every time someone even looked at him because he 'just loved them so much'.

Mikey's arms were completely out of commission. They were fine, or at least they would be. But 'Mikey's little mystic stunt' as Draxum put it would leave his limbs numb and floppy for quite some time. The mystic cracks would disappear, the scars fade into nothingness, and his arms would return to normal once his body had gotten enough rest.

It only took a week. To everyone else, this was a miracle. To Mikey, it was torture.

A whole week of bedrest and not being able to use his arms?? Forget the fact that meant no art or cooking, it also meant he couldn't play video games or scroll online! Couldn't feed himself, couldn't read a book without having someone else turn the pages, couldn't even change the channel on the TV when they set him up on a couch bed. Couldn't itch himself if something got under his shell. Mikey literally could do nothing without asking for help.

And he had ADHD. Meaning he physically needed to do something with his hands and brain. Or else he'd go insane.

"Why does God hate me..."

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"Let me see how your hands are doing, Michelangelo."

Mikey shakily held out his arms for Baron Draxum to inspect. He wiggled his fingers at him. They were a little sore, the joints felt a bit sticky, and his fingertips were wildly tender and sensitive, but he was managing fine. Ready to get back into using his extremities again! Ready to draw and paint and cook his own meals and do ninja tricks and razzmatazz!

Barry looked his hands over, gently pressing his thumb and forefinger against the scarred tissue and asking 'Can you feel that?' 'Yes.' 'Does it hurt?' 'Not really.' 'How about now?' 'Ouch!' and so on.

"You're healing quickly," Draxum congratulated. "Dexterity is doing well, your nerves are regaining feeling. You've been exercising them?"

"Some physical therapy," Mikey admitted. "A few stretches. And I tried sketching yesterday. Just to try, nothing big. Just shapes and squiggles."

"I do hope you're resting yourself, though," Draxum reminded him.

"I've been doing nothing but resting!" Mikey complained, leaning back and huffing with frustration. "It's been a whole week and I'm sick and tired of just sitting around."

"I'm sure your brothers are tired as well," Draxum said with consideration. "I hear Leonardo cannot even leave his bed yet."

Mikey swallowed his pride and glanced away from his co-father.

"...I don't mean to be complaining so much," Mikey sighed. "I just... I'm tired of feeling useless."

"I fully understand," Draxum replied with a nod. "But you need to take it slowly or else all this time will have been for nothing. It's a process."

Mikey grumbled impatiently. Draxum glanced up at him with a warning, but let it slide for the most part.

"...I suppose your legs work properly."

"Yes?" Mikey answered, confused by the inquiry. "Why?"

"And you can read?"

"Yeah, they finally let me use my hands for reading books again," Mikey admits. "Though it's kinda hard to stay focused with books. Why?"

"I was considering inviting you to my home for some formal training in the mystic arts. If you are interested."

Mikey shot up, bouncing from excitement.

"Are you kidding me?! Yes! Yes!!"

"On one condition," Draxum interrupted, raising a hand to calm his overly giddy child down. "You must take time to rest your hands. I cannot train you if you cannot take care of yourself and your hands cannot properly heal. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, I do!" Mikey promised, nodding with exhilaration. "I'll do my best with this!"

Draxum gave him a small, soft smile as he nodded.

"Very well. Training will begin next week. We'll start with the easy spells and a few rune exercises. Nothing too extreme, just to bring you up to speed and build your experience."

"Oki-doki!" Mikey said with a smile and a thumbs up, before his thumb twitched and twinged. "Ooh, ouch ouch ouch!"

Draxum eyed his son with concern.

"Uh..... I'll work on that. I'll be fine by next week, I promise!"

"Don't come if your hands still hurt you," Draxum warned. "We don't want to aggravate your condition."

"I'll be fine!" Mikey chuckled nervously. "I really wanna do this. I promise, I'll be fine."

Drax gave a groan of reluctant relent.

"We'll see..."

TO BE CONTINUED...

[moonstruckloverwritings]

Hello could you do yandere bayverse tmnt x reader poly headcanon please, like how they first meet the reader, how they share the reader, do they fight over there reader, how they finally got the reader, does April, casey, and vern help them, does or how the reader escape them ect.

Poly! Yandere! Bayverse! TMNT X Reader General Headcanons

Authors note: okay so first off, the request was a lot of different topics but I decided to just put them all one one post with different categories. Adding the categories makes it easier to hone in on each question. And second, the song I picked for how they are with reader is actually more based off of Mikey and Raph. I don’t think Donnie or Leo would be that open about it. But I couldn’t really find one that suited them. Sorry. Anyway, I hope you like it! And sorry it took me so long to get to it!

How you met:

With them being who they are.. there’s a couple ways they could have met the reader.

First one is they simply see you during their patrols. They see you walking home and just fall in love with you or..

They could save you. They could be out doing patrols or on a mission and hear you cry for help from being mugged. And when they go to save you.. they fall in love. Or..

April and or Casey introduces you to them. They didn’t know it would end in such a dark way but maybe thought you all would be friends.

And for as how they get you, they end up kidnapping you after a long conversation. I don’t think Donnie or Mikey would like the idea but they end up falling in line with Raph and Leo who do think that it’s the best way.

How they share you:

It won’t be easy. Especially with Raph and Leo.

Mikey is really clingy and wouldn’t mind sharing you but would still be glued to your side while you hang out with others. Unless you asked him to go away. He wouldn’t go if his brothers asked him. It would have to lead to a bit of a spat and them raising their voice. Then he’d pout and give in.

Donnie could share you probably the easiest. Not that he didn’t absolutely love having you around but he’d have times that he’s better on his own, aka, when he’s working. When he’s inventing things or doing experiments he’d prefer you be safe with one of his brothers so you don’t get hurt.

Raph is a mix of both.. there’s times he can be without you but that doesn’t mean he likes it when others are with you. He’s insanely jealous. If he sees others getting to close to you (especially Leo) he will get angry and ask if he’s bothering you. If you say no, he will huff and begrudgingly stomp away. If you say yes, prepare for the them to brawl over you. He’s also insanely protective. Once he’s reminded that they agreed to share you and that no one’s going to hurt you, he can calm down again and allow it. But he still doesn’t like it.

Leo will follow you around much like Mikey will but more in a protective way. While Mikey will follow you around like a homeless puppy looking for cuddles, Leo prefers to follow you around to observe you and others around you. He wants to know you’re always safe and happy and cared for. It’s what he lives for. He’d be hurt if you said you didn’t like it or didn’t want him doing it anymore. He would take that as a rejection of him completely. But he is patient and understanding. So he can share you but he won’t leave you.

Does April or Casey help?:

Honestly.. April might. She would either help the turtles get you or “not want to be involved” but she wouldn’t call the cops or help you. I mean it wouldn’t be smart for one petite girl to go up against 4 giant turtles who know martial arts. She wouldn’t help you.

Casey might help you. He would either acknowledge it is wrong but wouldn’t fight the turtles or he would actively try to get you out of there. But if he picked the ladder.. he wouldn’t win. He would end up being 💀 before the sun rose. The turtles don’t play around when it comes to you.

Could you escape?:

I’m gonna be honest, you’re not leaving. Not when Leo nor Mikey refuses to leave your side. There isn’t an opportunity for you to even escape let alone it actually being successful. So basically once they fall in love with you.. your life is pretty much over.

[jellyvibes710]

2024 has approached and has smacked me in the face, where the hell the new year come from??

Anyways, my drawings this year 😎

The first three are from an eddsworld comic I'm working on, I decided to pick up a pencil after about two years without drawing and it became a side project, it's hard to believe that a small (well, not very small) project lead me to all this 👀💙💜❤️🧡

I can't believe the improvement over a year, that's insane.

I just wanted to thank you guys for helping me find the motivation to start drawing again, I never thought I'd come so far and honestly I can't thank you guys enough, I'm awful with words but thank you thank you thank you.

Especially special thanks to @abbeyofcyn @skylabrea @wandering-ghost @the-fluidiest-gender @ilivelikeimtrying (I really hope I didn't forget anybody, I'm bad with names ahhhh) you all helped me in more ways than I can count and I'm grateful to have you guys in my life 🫂

For once in a long time I'm looking forward to what's ahead, admittedly bad start but I'm still looking forward to what's to come, so to start off a new year I figured I'll show you all what's to come after little baby blue is complete

Spoilers ;]

The first drawings of this year too

Originally I wanted to do a future au that focused on Casey Jr and his life in the apocalypse, but little baby blue was created instead and being honest, I thought about it for like two days then jumped right in because I got excited, so the first few parts up till recently have been completely off the top of my head, I have everything planned, every detail, I got scripts and future parts sketched out as rough drafts, I have Playlists for future animations, I planned everything but the very very beginning, so oops.

But LAST HOPE AU will be a prequel to little baby blue, everything in little baby blue will link back and connect with last hope and vice versa, there has already been hints and foreshadowing in little baby blue that tie in with last hope, events that have happened in Casey's timeliness have already started to appear, just not in the way it had in his time. Everything will tie together in a neat little bow hehe.

We do get small snippets of Casey's past in Little Baby Blue but the story mainly focuses on leo and his brothers. Last Hope is dedicated to Casey Jr and his story that lead to the events of LBB.

A small bit of detail of the characters Casey mainly interacts with

Donnie makes more than just guns with his ninpo as you can see, he saves close combat weapons for his most bloodlust of days, especially when his family gets hurt. His hands are scarred from building the best tech he can with what little he's got, all his family wears this specially designed tech because out of everybody he wants to keep his dum dum brother's, April and Cassandra alive the most. He has the base in heavy lockdown and has strict system when it comes to missions that him and leo enforced to ensure maximum survival, donnie is cold blooded and fierce and only allows his family into his tech room that's heavily secured. When Casey Jr is born Donnies "emotionally unavailable" image gets turned to dust and genuinely gets excited when it's his turn to watch Jr, it's the only time he's actively away from his tech and security systems is to watch Casey Jr but he doesn't worry about it because if he's not there S.H.E.L.D.O.N. is on watch and notifies donnie when it's an emergency or something important, once Jr is old enough he allows Casey into his tech room and teaches Casey about how his tech works and how it operates.

Mikey never reaches his old man stage, only being 40 when the events of the movie take place. This is mainly due to the fact that he never learned how to cure kraang infected survivors, once someone is infected they couldn't be saved. He's at his most powerful protecting those closest to him and is still the main cook, him and donnie are the last line of defense if the base is ever attacked. He's the most connected to their family ninpo, him and leo work together to try and reawaken Leo's powers and were actually successful until leo lost his arm, he could never find out what had Leo's ninpo in a chokehold. Him and Casey have an entire room dedicated to wall art and often when mikey watches Casey they need to bathe all the paint off him afterwards, It's the only room full of color and is open to everyone to sit and enjoy the colors.

Raph is big, angry, intimating and powerful, but he is the kindest heart you'll find in the turtle group. Him and Cassandra go on missions together most of the times and he took her passing the hardest, he was a father figure to Casey Jr and despite being the biggest turtle he was the most gentle with Jr. He passed suddenly but died protecting those he loved most. Mikey talks with raph A lot after his death and donnie chimes in from time to time but unfortunately leo is unable to reach raph but knows he's there.

Leo is the leader of the resistance, he's looked up too as much as he's looked down upon, he doesn't take kindly to insults about his family and will put you in your place if one is threatened. He bugs Donnie a lot and try to do their traditional twin night as often as they can, along with being leader of the resistance he also helps Mikey cook, he helps Raph make clothes, and helps Donnie with security, he doesn't have time to watch Casey but always keeps an eye on him, sometimes when dee and Leo have twin nights they bring Casey with, after Leo loses his arm Casey is attached to his hip and after Raphs death Leo takes Casey under his wing and teaches him everything he needs to know to survive.

Cassandra is the mother of Casey Jr, she’s crazy fearless and insanely strong for being human. Even when she was pregnant she was trying to kick kraang butts, after Jr was born she settled down for a few months with April at her side who was teaching her how to properly handle an infant. After those few months though she was right back to her crazed energy and fighting spirit, she took it upon herself to teach the other mothers how to fight off kraang while protecting their kids, one example is kicking kraang face while burping child. Multitasking at its finest. She was in her sons life till he was 3 1/2 years old and she tragically lost her life, we will witness how she lost her life in little baby blue through one of the flashbacks Casey has and it’ll also be in last hope, sadly Casey was there to witness his mother’s final moments.

The one, the only, April O’Neal! Commander and right hand lady of the resistance, she’s always around the base trying her best to help lessen the load on Leo’s shoulders while still trying to be her bubbly self. She’s mostly helping her mother out in the medbay though and was there to help save Leo’s life multiple times, always followed by treating the soft shells wounds shortly after his freak outs. She’s not very well trained in medicine but her mother and Leo have taught her most of the basics knowledge for when she’s in battle and is needed. She is one of the few that survives till the events of the movie

I look forward to what's coming in little baby blue, and for what's to come in LAST HOPE. I hope you all are as excited as I am hehehe

There is WAY, W A Y more details and story but I don't want to spoil the whole thing ;]

Also as a bonus, if anyone is interested or just curious, l'll answer any questions either regarding little baby blue or last hope. Though depending on the question you may get spoilers, you've been warned 🫡

[pandamaster203]

Hi could you do rottmnt brothers x younger human sibling reader (Platonically ofc) and because the reader is human the don't get to go missions because their brothers think it's to dangerous and one day while they are walking around new York the meet macaque (from lmk) and he lets them be his successor but the reader doesn't tell their brothers

I’ve been working a lot more and I’ve finally got time to do this! Ok I hope you enjoy!

Platonic Rottmnt Turtles with Macaque’s successor reader

•You we’re the youngest among your family and you were a human. So naturally their pretty over protective.

•You could only go to the surface during the day and that was with April or one of your brothers!

•One day April left your side for a bit and you went to a shadow play, where you met Macaque.

(I’m just gonna mix the fandoms in a little bit here)

•He showed his shadow skills and even a bit of his abilities, you practically begged him to train you since you weren’t getting anywhere asking your brothers to train you.

•He was reluctant but said yes. So you started sneaking away when your brothers went on missions to Macaque’s dojo to train with him.

•Not gonna lie it was hard. But unlike when he was training Mk he knew you hadn’t had previous training and went softer. He also wants you to learn that fights aren’t fair. He’s going easy, but still giving you fair training.

•When you finally learn to fight, then you can learn some shadow magic.

•You’ve been training with Macaque for three months while balancing life with your brothers and family, and them not knowing a thing.

•You’ve even managed to learn how to teleport through shadows, even how to become a shadow! Even make your own shadow staff!!

•If you haven’t guessed you literally view Macaque as a second father. He’s been training you, giving you good advice, even gives you little breaks so you don’t over stimulate yourself.

•Now five months in training with Macaque is when your brothers start getting a little suspicious. Your reflexes are faster, you don’t ask Raph to help you open jars anymore, you sometimes get behind them without making a sound!

•Also strangely enough not like yourself. You have better balance, Mikey noticed your eating more stone fruit, Donnie noticed you have little fangs coming in, and the thing that really made then realize something was up.

•Your hearing got way better! They were with you, you had thick headphones blasting music in your ears that even they could hear it. They could also hear Splinter faintly call for you. You got up and went to him to see what he wanted. You some how heard it under the thick head phones and loud music?!

•So they kept a closer eye on you, when finally they saw you leave the lair and go. Naturally they followed, they were worried that you maybe got yourself in trouble with someone and they were honestly prepared to fight someone.

*They see you enter a dojo and a monkey mutant/yo Kai? You two talk for a minute before you two start physically fighting.

•Their shocked to see you fighting back, your keeping up with Macaques hits and blocking blows like a boss! Their more surprised to see you disappear in a shadow underneath you and reappear above them and knock them on the ground.

•Your shocked to see them. You heard their was something else in the dojo, but your brothers?! Macaque just looks at your brothers.

•Honestly after some verbal fighting amongst you and your brothers, lots of crying, and a family hug they figure your doing great with training with Macaque and let you keep doing it.

•They do threaten Macaque that if you ever come home with more hurt then usual for training they will kill him. Macaque only take Mikey and Donnie seriously. He hears all and knows how insane those two are.

•Your brothers are naturally protective of you but they calm down with it after the talk and they see that your doing good.

(A little something extra)

•You did gain an extra two sets of ears if you haven’t guessed. You now have six ears just like Macaque. Plus your now a monkey demon. Yay

•Macaque didn’t know how either. Your cool it’s cool.

•Everyone did their part to make sure you felt good in your new form.

•Macaque taught you how to manage your new form. He shows you how your tail can work and even lets you use it during training. He knows the struggle of having six ears so he gets you a pair of noise canceling headphones. He also trains your hearing, teaches you to control your range.

•Raph honestly gives you pretty big hugs. Since he has pretty big ears he tries to cover your ears when you can’t get to your headphones if something loud is happening.

•Donnie is still pretty annoying with the whole “magic” thing but does put up with it for you. He takes it upon himself to upgrade your noise canceling head phones and noise proofs your room so you can sleep.

•Leo is coming up with ear and monkey jokes, let’s be real. But he also will chill with you and hype you up so you feel more confident.

•Mikey is all for your new fur, tail, and ears. He will brush and groom your fur to make it look nice. This dude will play with your tail. Also your craving for stone fruit, he can help! Lots of stone fruit and stone fruit related dishes.

•Your family loves you and will love you no matter what form you take.

*I loved this idea and I had fun writing it! I love Lmk and Macaque so again this was awesome! Again I hope you enjoyed. ❤️

[tangledinink]

raph fans come get y'all juice. chapter four of i'm sorry, teenage mutant what now? is up! read it on ao3 or below the cut!

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Okay, fine, he’d admit it. Dad was acting weird. 

Like, weird weird, not regular weird. Their dad had always been weird, which Leo had always chalked up to 1.) him being their dad 2.) him spending time in Hollywood. But this? This was off, even for him. 

Last night, he spaced out in the middle of one of Mikey’s stories, and Leo still wasn’t sure if he had literally fallen asleep with his eyes open or if he had just accidentally astral projected to the Twilight Zone or something. Of course, they had all then proceeded to say the most absolutely asinine, insane shit that they could think of in an attempt to goad a reaction until Mikey finally managed to snap him out of it by throwing some lentils at him. The day before that, he caught him rifling through that old shelf of weird knick-knacks that none of them were allowed to touch, muttering to himself the entire time like some crazy supervillain. Like, dude, had some ancient ninja ghost replaced their daddy, or what? ‘Cause this was getting freaky. He had kind of just thought Donnie was overreacting, but maybe he was onto something…

He hated it when Donnie was right. It happened annoyingly often and he could never admit it, lest he risk his twin’s ego becoming even larger. There’s only room for one egomaniac in this family.

“Think we can corner Dad on the train ride home and find out what’s happening? That way he won’t be able to run.” He said, casually, inviting himself into his twin brother’s room and tossing himself down on their bed.

 Donnie pulled his eyes away from whatever robotics project he was currently tinkering with in order to glare at his brother, spinning around in his desk chair.

 “Groan. Do we have to? That sounds unpleasant at best.”

 “Hey, you started this in the first place. And you agreed to the plan,” he countered, pointing accusingly at the other. “You don’t get to back out now.”

“I’m not saying that I’m not worried, or that I don’t think someone should talk with him. I’m just saying that I don’t want to do it.” Donnie defended.

“Bummer. You’re participating.” Leo deadpanned. “Between you, me, and Raph, we might have half a chance. And if not… Well. We’ve got the big guns waiting at home.”

 Donnie shuddered a bit. The Doctor.

 “I don’t know. Based on historical data, there’s about a 76.4% chance that Dad will attempt to bodily throw himself out the window of a moving train if we try to talk to him about his feelings.” 

 “Do you think we can find a train car without windows?”

 “I’ll do some research. I’m sure there are specs available online...” Donnie sighed, turning back around to face his desk and pulling out his phone.

 Leo hummed softly, knowing that Donnie would, in fact, actually do that, whether or not it was realistic.

“I’m serious, Donnie. We actually have to talk to him.”

“I mean, yeah, sure. I am too. But what the hell are we gonna say?”

“Ugh. I don’t know! You’re the one with a therapist! And you’ve been seeing her for how long now? Shouldn’t you know how to do all the talky-feely shit by now?”

“I’m autistic.”

“So?”

“You should get a therapist.”

“Off-topic,” Leo muttered, rolling his eyes. “This is, like, weirder than he usually is. Like… Something is for real wrong. It’s kind of spooky.”

“It’s Mikey.”

Leo scoffed. “It’s not Mikey.”

“Yeah, it is. He started being weird right after Mikey lit himself on fire.”

“Mikey didn’t light himself on fire, Dee.”

“Well, he clearly did something . And Dad keeps looking at him like he thinks he’s gonna combust at any moment. There’s a very clear pattern of behavior, Leo.” He insisted. “Also, you don’t know what the hell Mikey did, either, because we both know he wasn’t just playing with matches in his room.”

“He might have been.” Leo huffed. “That kid is way more fucked up than we give him credit for. Remember in the fourth grade when someone destroyed his science fair project?”

Donnie shivered. “You don’t just forget something like that, Leo.”

“Exactly! Playing with lighters is totally within the realm of possibility.”

“There’s a difference between enacting violent but justified revenge and doing simply dangerous stuff just for the fun of it.” Donnie countered, glancing up at the other through half-lidded eyes. “Plus, he’s used to all of us doing dangerous stuff for the fun of it! Dad wouldn’t react this way if he was just worried Mikey was gonna hurt himself. He deals with worrying Mikey is gonna hurt himself all the time. Nor would he let Mikey get away with this with nary a punishment if that were truly the case. In the very least, Dad doesn’t think the event was the result of Mikey just ‘playing with lighters.’”

“Oh, so what? It’s magic? His notebook magically caught on fire?” Leo challenged dryly, giving his twin an unimpressed look.

“Of course not. I’m a man of science.” Donnie scoffed. “I’m sure there’s a logical explanation, but, admittedly, I haven’t been able to intuit exactly what the cause was just yet. My investigation is still ongoing.” He sighed. “... But maybe Dad thinks it was?”

 Leo paused for a moment, rolling the thought around in his head, frowning a bit.

“You think Dad thinks Mikey magically caught his notebook on fire?” He questioned, raising one brow in doubt.

 “It’s possible,” Donnie said, shrugging. “We know that he’s superstitious.”

 Leo hummed softly, his hand automatically moving to spin the small silver bracelet on his wrist, running his fingertips across the smooth edges of the blue crystal in its center. One in a set of five. He supposed that that was technically true… ‘Superstitious’ wasn’t really the first word that would come to mind if he was trying to describe his father. It wouldn’t even be in the top ten. But slapping actual good-luck charms onto each of his children did kind of automatically sort him into that category, didn’t it?

 He knew his dad had a small altar in his room, and they would occasionally celebrate, or at least acknowledge, Japanese holidays that he had grown up with. But they didn’t have any other charms or amulets in their home, at least not that Leo knew of, just old knick-knacks and trinkets that lived on shelves or in closets. They had never gone to a shrine or temple or church or anything of the like in their lives, and he had never heard his Dad pray before. But the bracelets? He had always been really invested in that. Leo literally couldn’t remember a time when they hadn’t all worn them. He had told them since they were small that they ‘kept them safe ,’ and it had been a hard rule their entire lives that they weren’t to be removed.

 It was the kind of thing that Leo was pretty sure people would think was weird if he brought it up-- so he usually didn’t. He used to think it was weird, too, honestly, and kind of dumb. I mean, they were just bracelets, right? So what did it matter? But he remembered the one time he had tried to take it off when he was around seven. Even now it was absolutely vivid in his brain every time he thought about it.

 He hadn’t been trying to rebel or make trouble or anything, he had just been bored. He forgot exactly where they were, but they were waiting in line for something at some building with lots of desks and people milling about, discussing boring things. And there wasn’t anything to do! He had exhausted all viable options for entertaining himself: Annoying his father. Annoying his brother. Annoying his other brother. Annoying his other other brother. So he had basically run out of ideas.

 He hadn’t even taken the bracelet off. I mean, not all the way. He was just messing with it, kind of yanking it up and down his wrist, and seeing if he could wiggle it up his hand over his knuckles--

 But god, he remembers the way his father’s voice sounded when he caught him, biting out his name like it was painful. He remembers the look on his face, and even now it makes him feel small.

 Not because his dad was angry. But because he was scared.  

 He had never seen his dad look that way before in his entire life. Like he was about to watch the entire world crumble down around him. 

 It was scary. His dad was scared, so he got scared, too. He shivers a little bit at the memory, his frown deepening. They had left shortly after, and Dad had assured him at least twenty times that he wasn’t mad, and he was sorry for scaring him, and it was okay, but that he couldn’t take the bracelet off. It was important.

 Leo and his brothers had kind of decided after that that it probably was important and that they really shouldn’t take them off. Leo wasn’t entirely sure if he completely believed now that they actually ‘kept them safe’ or whatever, but he had certainly believed it then. And besides that, clearly, their father believed it, and that alone was enough for him. It was too small to really get off now, anyway. They had grown enough that Leo doubted he could wriggle his way out of it even if he wanted to. It was a small miracle that Raph hadn’t busted his with how damn beefy he had grown, but hey, he wasn’t gonna look a gift horse in the mouth or anything.

 “Okay. Fine.” Leo conceded. “So, Dad thinks Mikey has magic hands, or whatever. What do we do about it?”

---

The train ride over to the swim meet was relatively calm, filled with idle chatter and conversation. Leo, Donnie, and Raph had met their Dad at the station after school, and they spent the trip discussing the new leaf Donnie's Monstera was growing, the most recent viral street magic video Leo had seen, and the latest funny thing Raph's swim kids had done. Raph attempted, unsuccessfully, to prod their Dad into sharing as well, but the most he got was information about the latest reality show episode he had watched. Their Dad wasn't always the biggest sharer, but usually, they could at least get him to discuss the state of his Dojos, any new acting prospects, or celebrity gossip. He loved celebrity gossip! But not today-- the conversation stayed squarely focused on his three sons.

 Still, it had been pleasant, even with the slight stirring of anxiety in Raph's stomach. They were all busy more often than they weren't, so it was always nice to get to spend any amount of time together. Their pops didn't always attend all their various sporting events, recitals, or other competitions-- it just wasn't realistic. There was only one of him, after all. But they were getting towards the end of the season at this point, which meant that all the 'important' events were beginning to crop up on their calendars. Their Dad hated to miss those-- even if they did go pretty much every year. He always said he wanted to ‘brag about how talented his children were.’

 The sports center was just a short walk from the train station, and Raph glanced down at their father as they made their way into the bustling lobby. "You know where you're goin', pops?"

 "Yes, yes, of course. I could give tours of this place." His father joked, his frame shaking with his laughter. "You boys know how to find me if you need me. Now, go and have fun. And also, kick some butt!" He encouraged with a toothy grin.

 "You got it, pops!" Raph assured, smiling wide in response, herding his two younger brothers off to the locker room. Usually, they'd come here with the rest of their team. Rather than traveling with their Dad, they'd travel with the other kids and their coach. But this was the city-wide meet. Qualifiers only-- which thinned out the crowd. Raph knew there were other competitors from the Mad Dogs Swim Team around here somewhere, but until they could hunt them down, it was just the three of them. Luckily, this was far from their first rodeo.

"Dibs on Candy Locker!" Leo yelled.

"Leo, no one else wants Candy Locker," Donnie said.

"Do not touch the Candy Locker!" Raph shouted.

They did this every year.

The infamous Candy Locker.

  Raph, Leo, and Donnie had been competing in swim since they were eight and seven, respectively. And every year since then, all three of them had qualified for city-wide. And every year, city-wide was held at the Aquatics Pavilion at the Ithaca College campus. And every year that they came here, since they discovered it their very first time, the Candy Locker remained.

 It was basically a historical landmark at this point, and Raph was continuously baffled that it still persevered. There were rows and rows of shiny slate gray lockers in the changing rooms, free for whatever visiting athlete to use while they competed, just big enough that you could fit a swim bag in there if you really put some muscle into it, all labeled and neat. Typically, you would open a locker without a padlock, and there would be one of two things there. One: someone else's clothes and bag. Someone already took this locker, but is playing it fast and loose and trusts no one will steal their shit. That's cool. Stealing ain't the Mad Dog way. Two: An empty locker. Sweet, free locker. You can shove your shit in there. But at the Aquatics Pavilion, there was also a third option.

 That option was a faded yellow pillowcase filled to the brim with about two pounds of Halloween candy. 

 The running theory was that someone had stashed it here ages ago, forgotten it, and it had just been there ever since, therefore transforming Locker 336 into ‘Candy Locker.’ Raph wasn't sure if the staff at the school truly just weren't aware of it, if they just didn't feel like dealing with it, or if they too respected it enough that they couldn't bring themselves to destroy it. All he knew was that Candy Locker was forever, and a fixture of the institution. 

 He also knew that every single year, without fail, Leo tried to sneak chocolate out of Candy Locker. 

"You can't use Candy Locker. Leo! It's not open for use! It's Candy Locker, and it needs to be treated with respect!" Raph yelled, giving a low groan of annoyance as Leo just barely glanced back at him, just for a moment, this absolutely feral look of excitement in his eyes, and darted off, breaking away from their small group. Dammit. 

 All of Raph's little brothers were fast and small and nimble. Raph always felt a tiny bit awed when he watched how they moved-- weaving about obstacles like minnows swimming upstream, dancing and darting about in a way that always looked effortless. Raph was fast, too, and he was far more acrobatic than the average high schooler... Don't get it twisted, he was perfectly capable of back-flips and cartwheels. But small? Small he was not.

 It was tough being a big guy sometimes. I mean, he didn't dislike it by any means! He loved being large enough that he could see over crowds and keep an eye on everything. He loved feeling strong and powerful enough that he could plant himself in between his family and any kind of danger, and feel like a wall-- an immovable object. He loved being strong, relished the rush of pinning his opponents to the ground beneath him without any effort and smashing his way through obstacles.

 ... But with size and strength comes responsibility. Wait, was that the quote? Something like that. The point was, if he ran after Leo, he'd mow half these kids down.  And he didn't wanna hurt anyone or anything. He knew better than that.

"Raphael."

Raph's father knelt down next to him, his voice gentle, but nudging, demanding to be heard. It took Raph a few moments, but eventually, he glanced up at him, peeking shyly at his father from behind his hand and uncurling from the small ball he was rolled into just the tiniest bit.

 "Raphael, did you hit Leonardo?"

 He hesitated for a moment, and then nodded a tiny bit, sniffling loudly.

 "And bite him?"

He nodded again, drawing his legs up to his chest and hiding his face in his knees.

 His father sighed softly. "Red, we cannot--"

 "He pushed me first!" He bit out, and he could feel his face burn even hotter than before, all muddy with shame and anger sloshed together. "H-he was being mean, and, and he wouldn't leave me alone! And I wanted him to stop!" 

"I will talk to him, Red. But just because he pushes you does not mean you can push back. Or hit him, or bite him. You are bigger than him, Raphael."  This brought a fresh sob tumbling through Raph's chest, despite his best efforts. His father sighed again before slowly sitting down, holding out his arms.

 "Come here, my son." 

 Raphael rolled over onto his hands and knees, crawling into his dad's lap and burrowing his face into his chest. His dad's arms wrapped around him, squeezing him tight and rocking the two of them back and forth. And for a while, they just sat like that, quiet and still, hidden away in the hallway closet.

 "Is Leo okay?" Raph eventually mumbled, not picking up his head.

"He will be alright," Dad confirmed. "But you did hurt him quite a bit, Raphael."

"Sorry." He whispered. He wiped at his face with balled-up fists, hiccuping a few times. His mouth tasted salty, now, from the tears, but it still tasted bitter from the blood, too.

 "...You did a very good job coming to get me right away." 

 Raph hummed a tiny bit in response, but he didn't say anything beyond that. He wished he could fold himself up even tighter and hide. He wished he was so small he could fit in between the floorboards. He wished he could disappear.

 "You know, your gym teacher is very impressed with you, Red." Dad eventually began to speak again. "He told me all about how wonderfully you do whenever he sees you. You're bigger and stronger than the other kids in your class," He continued, and then laughed. "And I think that is very cool! And it makes me very proud to hear about how well you have done."

Raph finally dared to peek up at his father again, wiping some of the tears off his cheeks.

 "But I know it can be hard to be strong sometimes. It is a lot of work, being big and strong! You have to be careful with others around you, even if they're not careful with you back. That is very difficult!" He said, his hand moving in slow circles up and down his child's spine. "But I have seen you many, many times be big and strong to protect your brothers, and keep them safe, and to help them." He said, keeping quiet for a moment before exhaling slowly through his nose. "... Can I share a secret with you, Red?"

A secret? His eyes widened a bit, and he immediately nodded.

"I have been thinking that perhaps you boys might be ready to start learning proper martial arts at the dojo." Raph let out an audible gasp, his entire body perking up with excitement. Actual for real kung-fu and karate and stuff?! Not just blocks and poses!? "But I am a little worried that your brothers might hurt themselves, or fight with each other if I teach them." 

 Oh. Raph hadn't thought of that before. He frowned a bit, his brows suddenly pinched with worry. He hadn’t ever considered before that learning martial arts could actually be a bad idea. If he learned martial arts with his Dad, what if he just hurt his brothers worse? 

 "But I know how much you all want to learn. And I can already see how much potential you all have." He continued with a soft smile. "So I was hoping that you could help me. I don't like that you and Leo got into a fight, or that he got hurt... But now I know that you know what it feels like to hurt someone that you love. And that it doesn't feel very good, does it?"

 No... It felt horrible. He furrowed his brows, frowning before nodding a bit.

 "So I think that means that I can trust you to help me with teaching them how to be careful and strong at the same time, and keep them safe. Do you think you could handle that, Red?"

 Raphael swallowed hard, feeling this wet lump form in his throat. All the tears from before welled up in his eyes again-- even though he didn't wanna live in the floorboards anymore. His dad still trusted him that much? Even now, after he messed up really bad? He tried to tell his father 'yes,' but his lips were wobbling too much for his tongue to work right, so he just nodded as hard as he could instead. Yes-- He wanted more than anything to help protect his little brothers, no matter what. ‘Cause even when they made him so, so angry... he still loved them so, so much.

 "I thought so." Dad laughed, kissing the top of his son's head before ruffling his hair lightly. "And I know we will not have any more fighting like this. And no more biting , Raphael. We have talked about this. If you want to bite something, I will get you something else that is for biting. But it cannot be people! Understood?"

 Hiccuping a bit, Raphael nodded again. Somehow, he wasn't even upset to be scolded this time. And he knew that he had said he wouldn't bite people before, but this time he really meant it.

 "Good boy. Now, I am going to go check on your brothers. Do you want to stay here a little bit longer, or do you want to come with me?"

 Raph took a long, deep breath, swallowing the lump in his throat so that he could find his voice again.

 "I wanna see my brothers."

 "GET BACK HERE, LEO. DON'T MAKE ME COME AFTER YOU." He shouted, and was completely ignored. "Donnie--"

"Not involved." Donnie immediately replied, not looking up from his phone. 

 Raph groaned, trying to pick up the pace without taking out any bystanders, muttering repeated, "Pardon me's," and "'Scuse me's," as he went.

 Leo really wasn't that far ahead of them-- He wouldn't completely ditch them, but he did get far enough ahead that he was already breaking into Candy Locker by the time Raph rounded the corner, his face set into a deep scowl.

 "Leo. Don't you dare." 

 "Look! Untouched and beautiful as ever!"

 "Leo, do not eat the candy ."

"Wow, and they have all our favorites, too..."

 "They are at least eight years old! At a minimum , Leo!" 

 "Oh, pshhh. As if I haven't seen you wolf down two-week-old leftovers before." Leo scoffed.

 "Remember that time he ate beef jerky out of the trash?" Not helping, Donnie.

 "It was right on top! Practically untouched!" Raph protested. "And that's completely different! Plus, eight years is, like, twelve times longer than two weeks is!"

 "That math is not correct..." Donnie mumbled under his breath.

 "Chillax! I'm not gonna eat any of the candy." Leo said, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

 Oh, thank god.

 "I just wanna have one. To like... put on a shelf or something. I bet Donnie could make a little pedestal for it."

 Dammit.

 "One year." Raph said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just one year. I just want us to leave Candy Locker in peace... for one year . It's a sacred space, Leo!"

 "Mmmm..." Leo pursed his lips, placing a hand on his hip. "Yeah, I mean. I see what you're saying, but... I'm pretty sure no one is gonna miss, like, one Tootsie Pop."

 "Stop messing with him, Leo." Donnie chided, cracking open a locker nearby, tossing his bag down and shucking off his jacket.

 "Okay, okay. Fine. Because I'm an amazing brother, I will refrain from interacting any further with Candy Locker until after the meet." Leo declared, slapping the locker shut again with a flick of his wrist and a satisfying metallic clack. "But know this, Raphael. This isn't over." 

 Raphael scoffed, rolling his eyes, glaring at Leo as he yanked open his own locker. He loved his brothers dearly-- he did. But they were really lucky sometimes that he didn't just snap their necks.

---

At this point, Yoshi had a pretty good handle on these types of events, and he knew well enough how to navigate. He knew exactly which corner bounced cheers and shouts about the least, knew just where all the vents, pumping in warm air to prevent all the swimmers from freezing their butts off, were hidden, so they could be avoided, and knew the best seating arrangement that allowed for minimal soreness the following day. Metal bleachers weren’t exactly easy on your back, after all! Armed with years of experience, (plus his cellphone and earbuds for when events did not feature his sons and he got bored,) he was fully committed to making it through the meet and focusing for the entirety of it. Had he made any progress on the whole Hamato Ninpo thing? Well, no, not exactly. Which was. Ah. Worrisome. But, now was not the time for that!

He was quite excited to watch his three eldest sons kick ass and take names, as per usual. 

He said 'hello' to a few of the other parents that he knew and made some polite small talk, settling down to watch the meet. Warm-ups were already done by the time he was all seated, and he could see his boys and the rest of their team from where they sat across the pool; audience members sat on one side, and competitors on the other. He watched them doing much of the same-- making conversation with each other and their teammates, checking their phones, and cheering whenever anyone they knew was in the water. 

 All in all, everything was fairly normal and expected. Yoshi still struggled a bit to keep himself focused, and not think too deeply about all the worries in his head, but it wasn't as bad as it had been lately... It had been nearly a week now with no further incidents, no questioning from his children, and no spooky prophecies or visions from his ancestors or anything like that. So he was beginning to wonder, or perhaps more accurately, hope that maybe it had just been a fluke. Just a one-off event rather than the beginning of anything trying. Maybe his family was fine, their identity and secrets were safe, and nothing further was going to occur to jeopardize that-- they could just continue to live in peace just as they had been.

 He watched the twins get up from the bench for their next event, shedding their hoodies and towels in favor of goggles, only to get waved over by an official. The two wandered over and joined him and what appeared to be another parent. He couldn't hear what they were saying from where he was, but the conversation soon became animated-- Donnie's arms crossed over his chest, Leo talking wildly with his hands, and worry immediately began to blossom in his chest. He had just gotten to his feet, beginning to make his way over to the group when the discussion seemed to dissolve, his two sons walking away visibly upset. Yoshi met them halfway. 

 "What is going on?" He immediately questioned, his brows knit together, forming wrinkled creases in his skin. He could see Raphael straining to see from his side of the pool, a similar expression on his own face.

 "Ugh. It's nothing." Leo huffed, a scowl set on his face, his hands on his hips. "Some Karen or whatever is just mad that we're gonna ruin her kid's record or whatever, so she talked the officials into drug testing us."

 "Which is obviously a complete waste of time and resources," Donnie added in, rolling his eyes.

 "She's just gonna embarrass herself when it comes back negative. As if we need any steroids to clean up shop." Leo declared, a small, sly grin growing on his face, offering out a hand to high-five his brother like, ‘Sick burn, right, Dee?'

 His brother accepted, slapping his palm firmly. "Indeed."

 Yoshi had broken out into a cold sweat, feeling as though his entire body had turned into stone, freezing him in place.

 "O-oh. A drug test. Yes, how silly..." He mumbled, forcing a grin on his face. "How. Uh. How exactly... Does that work? Is it going to take long? I would hate for the, uh, the meet to be held up...!"

 "No, they're just doing a rapid test." Donnie hummed. "Obviously it's going to be a smaller panel than they could achieve with a proper lab test, and not achieve quite as accurate or varied of a data set, but it should only take five minutes or so. I understand they're fetching the technician now, and then it should be as simple as collecting a urine sample to use. It can only reveal a 'negative' or 'positive' result rather than any more detailed variations or anything of the like, but of course, this isn't a concern for us, since we already know neither of us is using any drugs. It's actually a very fascinating process--"

 Yoshi wasn't listening anymore, because all he could hear in his ears was his own voice screaming TURTLE PISS TURTLE PISS TURTLE PISS.

  Logically, the test did not have the capacity to give such information. Donatello had just said that there were only two possible test results, positive or negative, and his purplest son usually knew what he was talking about regarding such things. So, reasonably, he knew it could not possibly come back ‘Mutant Turtle’. And rationally, he knew that his family had been under further scrutiny in the past and come out on the other side just fine. This did not ease his panic. It never did. 

Insurance cards? Check. Paperwork? Check. All four children? Check. He went over his list for the fifth time in his head, glancing down at his kids, two on either side of him, as they approached the office. Right... Yes. He had everything he needed. 

 So why didn't he feel even the least bit prepared?

 He had gone to such lengths to ensure the success of this plan. He had accounted for every document that would need to be forged, had crafted an elaborate story to explain his disappearance, and had paid dearly for the five bracelets that concealed his and his sons' mutant identities. He prepared for every possible threat to their new identities, and did everything he could to allow the success of their new lives.

 It wasn't like he didn't account for this. He knew that it would be an obstacle, and he knew that it would be one that they would have to face. That didn't stop it from being terrifying.

 The doctor.

 Despite all the paperwork he had fabricated, he knew that they wouldn't be able to avoid going to the doctor forever. Even if he falsified records indicating his sons were up to date on absolutely everything and in perfect health, this would only buy them a year or two before they would be due for a visit, or risk being barred from enrollment in public school. And even if he somehow avoided this, too, what if one of his children got sick? Or injured? Was he to simply keep them at home and deny them medical care? 

 No, no. He wanted his kids to have a normal life. He wanted them to be able to do things like go to school and play in parks and make friends with other children... and have proper medical care when it was needed. He wanted them to be vaccinated, to be screened for problems, to have regular check-ups and be able to go to the hospital when they were hurt. He desperately wanted this.

 But jesus christ, this was terrifying.

 "Are you ready, boys?" He asked, glancing down at his children once more. He was trying to keep his voice level and his body language calm, but he could tell that his sons could sense his anxiety. His heart broke a little when four pairs of big, horrified eyes looked up at him and they shook their heads.

 "Ah, where are my brave boys?" He questioned, nudging them ever so slightly, beginning the walk into the office. He held Mikey and Donnie's hands tightly so that they wouldn't be able to tell he was shaking. "Do not worry. I promise that Dr. Davis is very nice. Nothing bad will happen." He assured.

 The boys didn't seem too convinced. He wasn't either, truthfully, but he marched them inside anyway.

 It had been over a decade since he had last been inside a doctor's office, and even longer than that since he had been to a pediatrician. Yet somehow, it felt like nothing had really changed. Colorful wires with wooden beads strung on them stuck out from a brightly-painted table in the middle of the room, in sharp contrast to the faded burgundy chairs lined along the walls. Children's books and Highlight magazines covered every available surface, which Donnie immediately took to reading. There were a few other parents with their children as well, but the Hamatos were in no mood to socialize. After speaking to the woman at the front desk, Yoshi got to work filling out a literal stack of papers. He was so nervous, he messed up at least three different forms, and had to sheepishly request new copies.

 And then they waited.

 The longer they sat, the more the collective anxiety seemed to mount. Yoshi couldn't help the scenarios running through his mind over and over, each one ending with a doctor or nurse shrieking in horror and calling Animal Control--

 "Dad." 

 Yoshi blinked back into reality, looking down at his youngest son, pulling at his sleeve with tears in his eyes.

 "Dad, I wanna go home," Mikey whispered, leaning in close to him and sniffling a bit. "I don't wanna see the doctor." 

 Quite frankly, Yoshi was inclined to agree with his kid, to pick them all up and walk out right this very minute. But he suppressed the urge. 

 "I know, Mikey. I do not like seeing the doctor either." He admitted, scooping up the preschooler to hold in his lap. "But I promise... Dr. Davis is very nice, and, ah, I will not let them do anything bad to you... I am sure everything will be fine...!" 

 Before he could continue his, quite frankly, horrible pep talk, a nurse poked her head into the room from the back. 

 "The Hamatos?" 

  "Yo. Dad. You good?"

 Yoshi paused for a moment before he returned properly back to the present day, glancing over at his sons and giving a nervous laugh, which then dissolved into a cough. 

 "Ah! Yes, of course! I am perfectly fine! Why wouldn't I be!" He wheezed, and his sons exchanged looks.

 "Papa, honestly, it's fine. This will take ten minutes tops, and again, I assure you that neither Leo nor myself are engaging in any kind of recreational substances." Donnie said.

 "Yeah! All we gotta do is piss in a cup." Leo added in. "And then we'll be all set. It's just annoying. Here, why don't you sit down, watch some Netflix or something-- I know you like Netflix-- and we'll be back in a bit, okay? Just chill." 

 "Right. Of course. I am... very chill." Yoshi insisted, even though he could feel his hands trembling a bit. Gah! Stupid traitor hands! Stop it! 

 "Surrreeee," Donnie said, taking him by the arm and slowly leading him back to the bleachers, sitting him down and patting his shoulder. "We'll be right back, alright? Nothing to worry about." 

---

"Alright, you should be all set." Dr. Davis hummed pleasantly, offering a gentle smile to her latest anxious parent. "Everyone looks great! Healthy weights, nothing scary going on... We'll send you home with some literature and referral information for Donatello. I would recommend considering getting in contact with them if you can, especially since he's gonna be starting school soon, but beyond that everything looks fantastic." 

 "Yes-- thank you," Yoshi said, forcing a smile, shakily accepting the new stack of papers that the doctor handed over.

 Nothing had gone wrong.

 Well, a few things had gone wrong. Mikey and Raphael had both cried when they got their shots. Donnie had a small meltdown after being repeatedly touched by people he didn't like. And Leo had punched a nurse in the gut for upsetting his brothers. 

 But their bill of health came back clean. No mentions of turtles, mutations, cold-bloodedness, or reptilian features of any kind.

 They made it through. They would be okay.

 "... And we'll see you back in about five weeks for their next booster series, okay? Jacklyn up front can get you all scheduled!"

 Yoshi pursed his lips slightly, his mouth suddenly feeling rather dry.

 "... Ah. Yes. Of course." 

---

The concept of buoyancy was built upon that of displacement; the idea that two different forms of matter could not occupy the same space. Archimedes once theorized that water, a liquid, would be pushed aside by a solid mass, but an object of an appropriate weight, density, or shape could ensure that the displaced weight of the water was greater than the total weight of the object, therefore ensuring it to float. This is, of course, connected to the concept of forces. Gravity is a downward force that acts upon all objects; when an object is placed in a fluid, that fluid must supply a force equal in magnitude but opposite in direction to the gravitational force for the object to float. Scientifically speaking, it was all a matter of density and mass, and every action that one took in the water, as well as every action that the water had in response, could be explained through a series of formulas and equations.

 ... In a non-scientific sense, however, water was safe and soft and inviting. Water would make room for you, no matter who you were or what you were doing. Once you got in, it would change itself to make exactly enough space for your body. Water was fluid and changing, soft and gentle when you moved softly, hard and firm when you moved harshly. In the water, the way you move changes. The way you see and hear changes. Perception itself shifts.

 God, Donatello loved swimming.

 Even just swimming laps was great, but a race only heightened the experience, engaging every bit of his body and mind and encouraging him to push. From the moment the buzzer went off and he dived from the starting block, ( push off with your legs, you're going for distance, not for height, hands together, smooth entry point, ) to the lap down, ( head down, no breathing except for when you absolutely need to, arms go back and glide over the water-- imagine your fingertips skimming just over the surface, no unnecessary movement, just enough for the maximum propulsion forward with minimal effort, ), the turn at the wall, ( watch the floor, see the blue tile end and the white begin-- you know the math, count it out, at five you duck, chin to your chest, arms together, kick off the wall and get as much air off that sucker as you can, ) and the sprint back, ( kick from your hips, not your knees, no reserving energy, it's just a fifty, this is a ‘dash,’ so dash -- )

 Every second of it he was engaged, and every second of it he adored the experience. He didn't even slow down when he approached the wall, ramming into it at full speed and using his outstretched hands to stop himself and trigger the timer that stopped the clock. They didn't have to worry about slowing down. They wouldn't run into anything. Their own hands and the water would catch them. 

 Sucking in ragged breaths, he looked to his left, and then he looked to his right. Leo was right behind him, but as he glanced up at the display board on the wall to check his time, he grinned widely. He had more than a five-second lead over him. More than enough to qualify for Regionals-- not that he had been worried. Leo was well within the range as well, just as expected. The three of them always went to Regionals. And Donnie was quite pleased to note that the kid from Lane 4, the child, he and Leo had deduced, of the woman who demanded they be tested, was significantly behind the two of them. Sure, his time was good enough to qualify for Regionals, too...

 But it wasn't anywhere near as good as theirs. Haha. Suck it.

 One by one, all of the racers joined him at the end of the lane, bobbing about in the water and holding onto the pool edge or the lane lines, everyone out of breath and filled with adrenaline. He shook the hands of his two lane neighbors, congratulating both of them on a race well run, and once the referee blew his whistle, he clambered out of the water, hoisting himself up back onto dry land and moving to rejoin his twin.

 "Killed it." Leo said, though breathlessly, ("if you're not struggling to breathe by the end of a race, you're not doing it right," their coach often said,) offering a fistbump, which Donnie reciprocated.

 "As expected." He said, grinning wide as the two of them made their way back to the bleachers. 

 "Leo! Donnie! Nice!" Raph called as they approached, tossing them each a towel to wrap around themselves, each beginning to dry themselves off, peeling goggles and swim caps off their heads. "Good time! But, uh, what was with the--?"

 "Some lady made us do a drug test," Leo explained, waving a hand as if to dismiss Raph's concerns. "It was dumb, we both passed, it's all good now. Just annoying."

 "A drug test?! Seriously?!" Raph said, scoffing loudly. And admittedly, Raphala was no stranger to similar situations. Donnie recalled he had been accused of taking steroids or faking his age more than once in his various sporting exploits, but it typically wasn't taken as far as to actually test him. Donnie thought, vaguely, that he was almost surprised that Raph wasn't subject to the same treatment as he and Leo were today, but he supposed it did make at least a bit of sense. Raph was big-- he was tall and visibly muscular and powerful. People looked at him and expected him to excel in athletics.

 He and Leo? Not so much. Leo was only 5'5", and he himself barely passed 5'3" without his boots, much to his annoyance. They were both lean and clearly athletically inclined, sure, but they were both much smaller and slimmer than their older brother was. People looked at them and were often surprised by their respective sporting resumes. Especially him.

 "Yes, yes, it was an unfortunate waste of everyone's time." Donnie agreed. "But to no one's surprise, it came back completely spotless, and we were able to proceed without issue and completely destroy absolutely everyone, in your face Karen, thank you very much."

 "Is that why Dad's been freaking out?" Raph asked after a moment, raising a brow. Donnie followed his eyes to steal a glance over at their father on the other side of the pool, looking much better than he had before they received their test results, (both he and Leo offering him thumbs up from across the way once they had been cleared, and watching him sag with relief,) but still seemed a bit shaky.

 "Yeah," Leo said, wrinkling his nose. "I thought he was gonna pass out for a second there when we told him. He was sweating so much, it was disgusting."

 "He doesn't seriously think you guys' would come back positive or anything, does he?" Raph scoffed, frowning a bit, and Leo shook his head.

 "Nah, I don't think so. But you know how scared he is of doctors."

--- 

 Dad always got like this whenever they had an appointment.

 'This' meaning, of course, 'Visibly and overwhelmingly anxious and frightened, absolutely filled with dread and horror.' 

 They were all kind of used to it by now.

 When they were little, it would sort of freak them out, because every time they had to go to the doctor, he had to come with them, and he'd be in a state of near-panic the whole time. And if Dad was freaking out, then they should probably be freaking out too, right? Looking back, Leo recognized that he was always trying to hide it, but quite frankly, he did a pretty shit job at it. Now that they had gotten a bit older, however, collectively exiting elementary school years to enter junior high, they more-or-less recognized that Dad's doctor-induced panic was really more of a personal thing, and not necessarily something that they needed to worry about themselves. Leo still didn't really like the doctor, and he kind of doubted he ever would, but he wouldn't really categorize himself as 'afraid' any longer.

 Their Dad? Not so much. 

 The four of them had been long aware of the little note on the calendar in the kitchen, the sacred piece of literature that controlled all their lives, dictating that at four o'clock on this date, their dear father would be summoned to the doctor's office. And they knew that, of course, like he did every time, he would totally freak out. And, just as predicted, he had been an anxious mess all day, pacing around the house, mumbling nonsense to himself, (something about them being ‘onto him’ and ‘rat blood’ and other completely meaningless jibber-jabber.) 

 But this time, they had a plan. They absolutely could not continue to watch him like this. Everyone was in place. Leo looked across the living room, nodding to Raph. Raph glanced at Donnie, who checked his watch, and likewise nodded an affirmative. Mikey put down his sketchbook, getting to his feet, and the four of them, following his cue, fell into step with each other and filed into the kitchen.

 Mission: Save Daddy From the Horrors was a go.

 "Hey Dad," Mikey began, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and leaning into him slightly. Raph, at the same time, got to work preparing a pot of tea-- Donnie fetched the cream, Leo was on sugar duty. "So, we were thinking. Maybe we could come with you this afternoon?"

 Their father startled slightly, immediately moving to glare at Mikey with suspicious eyes. "What?! Come with me? Why would you want to come with me to a doctor's appointment?"

"Well, we were just thinking, it might be a nice, uh... family outing!" Raphael offered with a shrug, chuckling nervously and looking to the side. "And maybe we could, I dunno, get frozen yogurt on the way back?"

 "And we could watch that game show you like on the way over. With the mystery shrimp?" Donnie suggested. 

 "Plus, I mean, I've been meaning to get some acting tips from you? Not that I need them, obviously, but..." Leo added, placing a cup into his father's hands as he narrowed his eyes. 

 "... You boys are... up to something..." Dad mumbled, looking between the four of them with a slight frown. 

 "Up to something? No! Of course not!" Raph insisted, and Mikey placed a hand on their father's shoulder.

 "We just want to spend more quality time with you! As a family! Don't you want to spend time with us, your loving sons?" He questioned, batting his eyes. "Plus, we can get frozen yogurt! We know how much you love frozen yogurt, right?" 

 "Yeah, what they said," Donnie said. 

 "Pleaseeeee?" Leo went in for the kill, offering a dramatic pout, poking his lower lip out as far as it could possibly go. Mikey joined in shortly, combining their powers to reach near-dangerous levels of puppy-dog-eyes.

 "... I suppose... If you really would like to..."

  Score. They were in. Goal: minimize anxiety and get their dad home from the doctor's office in one piece for a change. And if they got some frozen yogurt in the process? What was the harm in that? As far as Leo was concerned, so long as they could manage to get their Dad through this appointment without totally freaking out, that'd be a win. And, if things went well, it would be that much easier to convince him to allow them to accompany him to future appointments, too. 

---

The rest of the swim meet went about as expected. Donnie easily got the best times in every event he participated in, and all three of them, plus a couple of their teammates, made it into the upcoming Regionals. Trophies and ribbons were given out in the end, which they had all immediately passed on to their father, ‘cause he was more excited about them than they were and would surely figure out a way to find space for at least some of them at home. Raph physically wrestled an ancient Twix bar out of Leo's hands, and once his little brother finally cried for mercy and swore to leave Candy Locker alone for the remainder of the trip, he unpinned him from the ground and allowed him to get back up. Normal stuff. 

 It wasn't until the train ride home that things got kind of weird. 

 About fifteen minutes in Leo started giving him these looks. Looks that said, ' go on, say something.' So Raph started giving Leo ' no, you say something ' looks. After some back and forth, they both tried to give Donnie looks, but Donnie completely ignored them in every sense of the word, pointedly refusing to look up from his phone as he discussed the process of coding artificial intelligence to their dad, who clearly didn't understand anything they were saying, but to his credit, was doing his best to nod along. 

 After losing a silent game of rock-paper-scissors played at knee-level, just outside of their father's field of vision, Raph cleared his throat, leaning over slightly.

 "Sooo, Pops... You been... sleeping okay?"

 "Hm? Oh, yes! You know I am always out like a light after my before-bed snack!" Dad replied easily with a chuckle, and Raph frowned, ‘cause he could tell just by looking at him that that was a lie.

 "Uh-huh. Right." Leo scoffed, not buying it. "That's crazy. Because, no offense, but you look kind of like garbage. And like you haven't so much as touched a pillow in, like... ever." 

 This immediately earned him a smack to his forehead.

 "Garbage?! I will have you know that I was voted Hollywood's ‘Sexiest Action Film Star’ five years in a row! No respect!"

 Leo whined loudly, rubbing his forehead and mumbling "ew," under his breath, but Raph knew it was all for show. Dad's infamous ‘Karate Chops’ never actually hurt. Though it could be that Leo was more hurting from the psychological damage of hearing their father refer to himself as ‘sexy’ than anything else...

 "I concur-- ew. And as fascinating as this factoid that you've cursed us with is, father, it doesn't really address the fact that you've clearly not been sleeping." Donnie remarked, still not looking up from his phone screen. Raph knew he was listening, though. He wasn't typing, no video was playing. He was fully engaged with the conversation. Just needed his barrier.

 "Yeah, if anyone is qualified to identify an insomniac, it's me!" Leo added in.

 "What we're trying to say is," Raph jumped in, hands held out and a nervous smile on his face, "Is just, uh. That we're a little worried about you, Pops. I mean. You've seemed kind of, uh, out of it... since..."

 "Since that thing with Mikey." Leo helpfully supplied, crossing his arms over his chest. 

 Raph noted the slight twitch in his Dad's left eye. 

 "What thing with Mikey?" Dad feigned.

 "Uh, the thing where he started a fire in his room? That thing? Ringing any bells?" Leo pressed, with a tone and a look that said 'yeah, nice try.'

"Oh, yes. That." Their dad said, waving a hand dismissively. "We have already discussed this, boys. The important thing is that Mikey was not hurt, and Purple, I know you are upset because you are not allowed to start fires anymore--"

"It's not about Mikey, Dad," Raph interjected. "It's about you! You've just... you've been acting... weird! And it's been nearly a week now! And-- and if something's goin' on, we wanna know!"

 "Nothing is going on." Their father immediately denied. "I already told you all. That was simply a freak accident, and it is not anything worth worrying about. I am fine! It is nothing you need to concern yourselves with."

"Dad, come on. There's obviously something bothering you!" Raph pushed a little harder, despite the anxiety bubbling up in his stomach, feeling like a soda can in a washing machine. "We just wanna help. Come on, don't you trust us--"

 "Enough." This time it was Dad who interrupted, his voice harder now, firm and definite. Raph flinched slightly. "I already said it is none of your concern. I am fine. I am perfectly capable of handling this, and I do not want any of you involved!"

 Raph opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but was surprised to find that there were no words. So he closed it again. He glanced over at Leo and Donnie, but they had about the same expressions on their faces as him. 

 "Please, Red." He heard the sigh in his father's voice, and he sounded softer now, tired even, and placed a hand on Raph’s shoulder. Raph glanced downwards, his eyes following all the knobs in his father’s fingers, the wrinkles in his knuckles. He didn't want to look at his face, because he knew that if he did, he would see him as an elderly man rather than Dad. He hated it when that happened, when he fell into that headspace... Just seeing people as people, just looking at them for exactly what they were, with all the familiarity and memories stripped away from them. "Just let me take care of this. I have everything under control." 

Raph frowned a bit, not entirely sure if he believed him.

 "We have a good life, Raphael. I need you to let me keep it that way." He said. "And to trust me enough not to get involved. Please."

 He didn't look at Leo or Donnie this time. Something in his gut was screaming at him that this wasn't the move. The words Dad was picking here felt... off. But the way his voice sounded... He swallowed thickly, and then slowly nodded. 

 "Yeah. Okay, Dad. We trust you."

Far beneath the city, below the concrete, below the subways, below even the sewers, the world eventually became city again-- Hidden below the oblivious humans above. At the edge of this city, a small vine grew from the soil, slow and silent, just at the seam of a brick wall. Ever-so-carefully, the vine grew and expanded, pushing itself upward, dark and veiled in violet veins. 

 The vine pressed itself up against the stone wall, curling unnaturally upward, and a bit of stone cracked in response, falling away to the soil below.

 The vine pushed further.

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[din-miller]

Leaf Pressing

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: Comfortember day three: leaves changing

Warning: Getting together, set in Jackson, fluff, first kiss, darlin’, all knowledge about leaf pressing comes from online

A/N: joel looks so gooood in this gif, like damnnn boy. This is kinda rushed and I haven’t written for Joel in a hot minute and I didn’t find out until yesterday about Comfortember so I’m trying to catch up. And yes darlin’ is it’s own warning because FUCK it hits the spot every time. Divider by @saradika

It was kinda a spur-of-the-moment decision. You had seen the changing of the trees, the ground litter with fresh falling leaves and you suddenly had an idea. Something you hadn’t done in ages.

You started by collecting all the leaves that weren’t already curling in on themselves, picking out the prettier ones, setting them on the porch step before racing to the mess hall.

There’s this giddy feeling inside you, one that is rare these days, but it’s freeing and you can’t stop smiling.

You probably look like you’ve officially gone insane as you burst into the mess hall, not acknowledging anyone as you make a bee line straight into the kitchen.

“I need wax paper.” You announced to the poor unexpecting kitchen staff and they all stared at you in bewilderment. Talk of the town you’ll be this week.

The head Chef looked at the staff, “Well don’t just stand there, get this lady some wax paper!”

As the kitchen staff scrambled to find the box of wax paper, you smiled at the chef, “Thanks Donny. I only need a little bit.”

He waved you off, his blue eyes bright as he smiled, “Take all ya need, and here,” He placed a bag of treats in your hand, “Give my love to your Joel and Ellie.”

You blushed, of course everyone in town knows of your obvious crush on Joel and the way you’ve taken to caring for the snippy teenager like she’s your own family.

With the supplies you came for, plus the snacks, you headed back to your place. Once there you stared down at the leaves for a minute wondering how you’re going to proceed.

There's an option, probably the best one. In all of Jackson only one house has the perfect setup for your craft. The only problem is that Joel’s not home and even though he has told you multiple times that his door is always open, any time of day, it doesn't matter if he’s home or not; you still feel like it’s trespassing.

You sighed, standing here doing nothing isn’t going to get the leaves pressed. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you’re packing everything up and walking down the street to Joel’s. His door is locked but you have your own set of keys to his place.

Entering, you take off your shoes and set them neatly on the shoe rack by the door and as you pass the dining area you set the bag of goodies you got from Chef Donny onto the table. It’ll be a nice surprise for Joel and Ellie when they get home.

You entered his workshop area and placed the materials you needed down on the table. Next you searched the closet for an iron board and the matching iron. You know Joel owns them; no one’s shirts can be that wrinkled free. Apocalypse or not.

Now with the board and iron, you started organising all the craft materials and kicked open the iron board stands, placing the board beside the workshop table.

The house is quiet without Joel and Ellie. Though you’re sure if you strained your ears enough you might be able to hear the pitter-patter of Ellie’s stray cat she took in a few months back.

Suddenly there’s a noise behind you, someone clearing their throat and you whip around to find Joel leaning against the doorway; shoulder pressed against the frame and one leg crossed over the other in an unfairly attractive way.

He’s chewing on the snack you left on the table, “Gotta say, darlin’, I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Leaves a man wondering how often a pretty girl is alone in his house with him not knowing.”

“This is the first time, I promise!” You rushed out, not wanting to make Joel mad or upset.

“Hey, I ain’t mad. I meant what I said before. Doors open twenty-four seven. Whether it be for food, company, or apparently arts and crafts. Whatever it is, this house is yours too.” He said in honesty before pressing his lips together.

“What's wrong?” You frowned, trying to read his expression, “You got a look in your eyes I’ve never seen before.”

“When I saw your shoes I panicked. I thought something had happened and I wasn’t there for you. Then I find you up here humming along to some old tune, completely safe and I-,” Joel shook his head with a sigh and pushed himself off the doorframe, “I guess I forgot how simple life can be sometimes.”

It’s an easy thing to forget. The world hasn’t been simple for decades, but here, right now it is. For you, for him. You sent him an understanding nod and asked: “You want to help?”

Joel looked at your pile of supplies, “Leaf pressing?”

You held a leaf up for him to see, “I found these leaves this morning and remembered how I used to love doing arts and crafts,” You shrugged, turning back to face the workbench, “Like you said; the simple things in life.”

He came over to get a better look, his body hovering over your shoulder, breath hot against your neck and you can’t suppress the shiver that ran down your spine.

“Good haul.” Joel commented and picked up one of the bigger ones, “I can leave you to it if you want. I don’t mind.”

“No,” You said a little too fast, causing you to blush, “I mean, I don't mind, seriously. I like having you here. You’re, um, good company.”

“Just good?” He teased, setting down the leaf and closing the space between you to rest his head down on your shoulder, hands wrapping around your front.

You sucked in a sharp breath, body involuntarily relaxing against him, “Ego stroking isn’t a good look on you Miller.”

He chuckled against your neck, leaving goosebumps to break out across your skin. He didn’t reply; instead he watched as you sorted through the pile of leaves until you found your favourite ones, then asked him to pick out four from the pile, narrowing down the options. If he was surprised by your ask, it didn’t show.

With the best four leaves picked you placed them onto the sheet of wax paper on the board and then added the other half of wax paper overtop.

“Pass me the iron, make sure it’s on medium heat please.”

Without separating from your back Joel stretched out and grabbed the irons handle and passed it to you. You did the next part in comfortable silence while Joel’s thumbs rubbed circles just over your belly button, slightly wrinkling your shirt.

Leaves pressed together, you turned to him.

“Now what?” He asked, hands finding a new spot to rest, just above the band of your pants.

Your eyes flickered down to his plush lips as you replied: “We, ah, have to wait for the paper to cool off.”

Joel hummed, closing the distance between you slowly, “Then?”

“We choose to either cut out the leaves individually or keep them as is, all together.”

“We?” He raised a brow, eyes twinkling as his forehead finally touched yours.

“Yeah, we.” You breathed, breath tickling his lips and you rubbed your nose against Joel’s before closing the remaining gap to capture his lips in yours, earning an appreciated groan from the man.

[desceros]

is Leo a ass or boobs guy (very important question)

you come to the holy house of the hand kink and ask me this question

i think it depends, and i can see it either way, but i'm going to make the following arguments for some good ol' shits n' giggles, with a lil' bit of spice so heads up if that's not your cuppa:

rise!leo: boobs

i can see this clown having the TIME of his LIFE coming up and just grabbing your tits because he knows he's allowed. and like, everyone around him is all bro. we get it. y'all are fuckin now. and he's like. yeah. ok. but do you see that i'm allowed to do this

(briefly you rescind permission bc he's so annoying about it, but he goes into the most dramatic pouting session in the world, draping himself over the couch, so you reinstate tit-grabbing privileges shortly thereafter)

he also really loves lying on top of you and just burying his face in your chest. they're so soft. his favorite pillow. and when you're on the couch watching something, he lies to lie down with your back against his plastron, his hands just holding your tits. not even in a sexy way, just in a 'i love this part of you' kind of way. (though often times it turns into a sexy way bc he remembers oh, yeah, tits, and then gets way too feisty for the living room)

bayverse!leo: ass

it's something he learns about himself on accident, coming over to your apartment while you're cleaning on a laundry day. you've been putting it off, so you're down to the tiniest shorts that you never wear bc they're a little, uh, cheeky for public viewing. he comes on through to your balcony all ninja-like, then proceeds to walk straight into the glass door bc you're on your hands and knees fishing the dust bunnies from under the couch and he goes dizzy from the sight of your ass in the air so fast he thinks he might be dying.

(genuinely, as he explains to donnie later what happened and then has to sit there, burning, wishing he was dying, as donnie laughs for like, ten whole minutes.)

he likes to come and stand next to you, putting his hand on your back while you're talking, and then sloooooowly sliding his hand into your back pocket on your opposite hip, using it to press you close. the little hitch in your breath, like it takes you by surprise every time no matter how many times he does it, drives him insane.

he's also a huge fan of how it looks when you're naked and he grabs it, watching how his fingers sink into your flesh and your skin just gives for him, because there's not a piece of you that he can't have.

IDW!leo: hands actually the nape ok fine boobs

i was tempted to say ass, because then he could stare without you knowing and get away with it, but i kind of think he'd find that almost disrespectful, like... giving you the opportunity to be able to catch him is the price he needs to pay to stare. plus i think he really, really, really likes seeing you smile, and that plus the sight of you in a low-cut shirt might actually kill him.

he's very soft with his touches, in a way that you misunderstood in the beginning to think he was shy, or tentative. but it's not that at all; it's more that he likes to watch the goosebumps rise on your skin when he just barely touches you, likes to see how much he can make you react from as little as possible. he likes to test you, push the both of you, see how much it takes to drive himself mad, see how little you need before you're begging for it

(what? idw leo likes edging? yes and you can't change my mind)

he likes it when you wear really thin shirts so he can see the outline of you, his fingers tracing along the strap of your bra in a little promise of what he's going to tell you to do when you're alone, later, once raph's out with casey for the night, mikey's off to get pizza from rupert's, donnie's got his hands in the security system, and his dad is watching his soaps and won't be able to catch the wet sounds of his son's tongue on your skin.