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lonely-lost-soul · 2 years ago

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A MuTON of Problems

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

Chapter 3: Big Red

The smell was the first thing you noticed entering the boxing arena, turned party, for the night. You just assumed it would smell like your high school gymnasium, sweat, and hormones mixed with the sickening smell of disinfectant but you were pleasantly surprised. The arena smelled of lemons and food that was provided for the fighters and their guests. The place was crowded, almost packed to the brim with people, some guests more esteemed than others, others dressed down in a more casual style. Subconsciously you pushed yourself closer to Ari who smiled down at you reassuringly. The dim lights and the setting sun spilling into the room made her look ethereal with her tanned skin littered with birthmarks and her stunning red dress, “Hey, you’re gonna be fine if you get overwhelmed here.” In front of you was a dangling silver key on a keychain shaped like a little turtle, “It’s to my personal dressing room. I give you full permission to run away if you need to reset or recharge.”

The key fell into your hands and you gratefully looked up at Ari, she ruffled your hair, “Thanks, Ari.”

“Don’t mention it, just know if you see me taking shots tonight no you didn’t.”

“Deal.” You giggled fondly, “don’t go too crazy,”

“No promises.” She winked back, “You okay if I make my appearances and mingle?”

“I’ll live.” Ari hummed fondly pressing a kiss to your temple before making her way into the crowd, it was like the sea of people parted automatically at her presence. Staring in awe as the pro boxer entered and traversed through the masses, it was always amazing to see this side of your friend. Confident and in her element, her head held high like she owned the place, truly like a goddess. You on the other hand blended into the crowd easily a forgettable NPC in a world you were unfamiliar with, you grabbed a flute of champagne from a waiter who passed by idly and downed it in one go.

Liquid courage.

You attempted to slide into conversations with some of Ari’s colleagues but you felt yourself getting lost in the exchange. Fighting terms you should’ve studied up on were making your mind fuzzy, names you never heard of were referenced and you felt lonely. You slowly slipped away unnoticed and made yourself at home by the food, you grabbed another glass of champagne and picked at the mini hotdogs that were served.

You awkwardly pulled out your phone:

You: This is awkward. Ari left to mingle and I’m standing by the food like a loser whose date ditched her at prom.

The response was immediate and you were grateful.

Bootyyyshaker9000: Did you forget you were an awkward loser suddenly? You’re acting like this is a new development in your life.

You: That’s so mean. I’m in a crisis Dee, help me look up boxers. Oh! and fighting terms :(

Bootyyyshaker9000: You’ll be fine. I’m not messing up my elite search history for you.

You: Do I mean nothing to you? How can search history be elite anyway!

Bootyyyshaker9000: Virtually nothing yes.

You: You suck. >:O

You bit your lip between your teeth, thumbs hovering over the keyboard.

You: It wouldn’t be so bad if someone would come up and talk to me like a normal person you know? You’d think at least one cute guy would come up to me and flirt or something. At least it would make the time go by fast.

Bootyyyshaker9000: I would be there to flirt with you if I could, seeing that I’m the only cute boy you know.

You covered your hand with your mouth to hide an unladylike snort that spilled from your lips at the implication.

You: Oh yeah? What’s your best flirt mister, let's see if you can earn my number.

Bootyyyshaker9000: …challenge accepted. Initiating flirt sequence.

You: Dork.

Bootyyyshaker9000: You must be made of uranium and iodine because all I can see is U and I together.

You: Donatello are you using chemistry to flirt your way into my heart?

Bootyyshaker9000: Are you full of Beryllium, Gold, and Titanium? Because you are Be-Au-Ti-Ful.

This time you did snort, laughing aloud a stupid grin spreading across your face, you ignored the looks from other partygoers that were shot your way.

You: Damn that’s a good one. Hit me with one more.

You watched eagerly as three dots appeared and disappeared multiple times, minute went by, then two, then five. You sighed lightly putting your phone back into your pocket ignoring the vibration that came from a response from Donatello, there was a strong possibility you made him uncomfortable. Instead, you chose to explore the arena that Ari had made her home over the past few years, you’ve come to her matches a few times but never really explored the inner workings of the place. So packed with only your beverage in hand you made your way into the back hallways of the warehouse. Once you made it into the hallways you shivered, you were greeted immediately with cold, the draft was more severe than you would’ve liked…maybe you shouldn’t have let Donnie alter your dress. Then again neither of you could’ve guessed you would end up back here searching for an adventure (or trouble) with the only warmth coming from the buzzing alcohol in your veins. Your boots clicked on the concrete floors as you hummed sofly to yourself choosing to ignore the loud fumbling and stomps of something coming up fast behind you.

Wait what?

You turned around quickly only to see a massive turtle. Bigger than any of the ones you’ve met before, towering over you by at least a foot he looked frantic as he walked down the hallway in your direction. He stopped still in his tracks once you turned around and spotted him, did he think you couldn’t hear him that entire time? He wore a red bandana, similar to Donnie’s purple one, and had the cutest little snaggletooth hanging out of his mouth. The turtle was all muscle, big and beefy, with a long tail that appeared to be spiked dragging across the floor behind him. He looked left then right then left again before his big eyes settled on you,

“Mew?”

“D-did you just meow?”

“...yes?”

Oh, this poor, sweet, hunk of a man.

“Can I ask why?” You titled your head to the side innocently,

“Stealth…?” He sounded unsure of his excuse and you covered your mouth with your hand to muffle a laugh. “Hey don’t laugh!” He huffed brow furrowing in frustration, “no one laughs at Raph other than his brothers.”

“Sorry! Sorry, it’s just I’ve never had a man er…turtle, introduce himself with a meow before. It’s a first for me.” You held out your hand “(Y/n).”

He eyes your hand wearily before shaking it, you noticed how gentle his grip on your hand was, “Raphael…friends call me Raph.” His hand engulfed your own in size and he seemed momentarily entranced by the fact, you were silent as he spread his fingers out to measure both hands against one another. Your fingers barely reached the middle of one of his and he let out what sounded like a rough sounding churr. “You’re so small,”

“Thanks. I think that’s the first time I’ve been called small too.” You joked your nails gently scratching at his palm, he visibly shivered but didn’t pull away he just looked at you with sparkling eyes.

“Love at first sight. Leo’s right…” Every instinct Raph had was screaming to protect the lady in front of him, so small like one of his teddy bears she needed his protection. His teeth and jaw seemed to ache at that thought the bridge of his nose twitching slightly.

“Sorry I didn’t catch that. What did you say?” You said honestly unable to hear what Raph said in such a quiet voice.

“Nothing!” He flushed answering quickly before flashing you a charming smile, “What’s someone like you doing all the way back here in the dark? Don’t you know it’s dangerous?”

“What’s the worst that can happen? A big scary turtle is gonna look at me all cute?” You giggled giving him a knowing look, which he turned red at, quickly pulling his hand away. “Honestly, I was trying to find my friend's dressing room.”

“Your friend has their own room here?” He asked barely masking the curiosity in his voice,

“Yep.” You popped the ‘p’ rocking on your feet, “What are you doing here? It’s only fair you have to answer a question too don’t you think?”

He huffed visibly unhappy, but nodded reluctantly tail slapping against the ground in an annoyed thump, “I love boxing. I love all things of hand-to-hand fighting, I’m a bit of a fighter myself.” He preened, “and one of my idols is receiving an award tonight and I wanna see her get it.”

“Oh? Who?”

“Arizona,” He swooned eyes glimmering, “She’s so cool! Have you seen her moves? She’s like BAM! And then WHAM! For being small she can really pack a hard punch!”

“Oh, that’s Ari!”

“Huh?”

“She’s my roommate. I’m her plus one, I’m looking for her room.” You explained with a shy smile, watching his jaw go slack.

“I can’t believe I’m talking to Arizona’s roommate, oh my god this is like one of the top best moments of my life!” Raphael gushed grabbing both of your hands and pulling you close, “Can you get me her autograph?” He begged only to fall to his knees dramatically, “I’ll do anything!”

“Oh gosh,” You turned red, “Yeesh you don’t need to do anything! I’ll get you one before tonight ends, I promise big guy.”

“Swear?”

“Yeah, look pinky promise.” You held out your pinky finger and he used one of his fingers to lock it within your own.

“You can’t break this.” Raph said seriously, “If you do a monster will come and rip off your finger.”

“Who on earth told you that?”

“My brother Donnie.”

You’d have a word with him when you saw him on Friday.

“Well I won’t break it then, I quite like my fingers.”

“Same here and I only gots three.” He smiled, it was crooked but it was absolutely adorable.

“Can I get you a drink big guy? Then we can watch the awards together from…somewhere…” You eyed him up and down with a little hum, “we’ll figure it out.”

“Hell yeah.” His smile only widened his tail swishing back and forth against the floor like an overexcited dog.

“You can handle your alcohol right?” You teased patting his arm gently and walking back the way you came. You looked at him over your shoulder hand on your hip with a teasing smile,

“Raph can handle anything.” He grinned back his eyes seeming to shine at your enthusiasm, “I think the question is can you short stack?” You snorted tossing your head back in delight,

“Trust me. I’ve been drinking since I was a teenager I’m basically a pro.”

“I don’t think you should brag about that.” He frowned a little fiddling with his hands, protective instincts kicking in once again.

“Buzzkill,” You stuck your tongue out at him and he huffed distinctly from behind you. You placed your hand on the doorknob, “Be here when I come back hot stuff.” His face turned as red as his mask, tail wrapping around his legs nodding eagerly. “Cool,” You grinned walking back into the part with newfound confidence and people seemed to take more notice of you. Your head was held high, a smirk on your features, and a pleasant buzz in your veins.

“You seem in a better mood.” Ari mused a slight slur to her words as she leaned against you a tiny bite-sized cupcake in her hand, “Make a new friend?”

“I did actually. We’re going to drink and watch you get your award, he’s pretty cool a big fan of yours.”

“He?” Her eyes lit up with mischief, “I will be asking more questions about that later.” She said pointedly before her manager called her name. “I think we’re gonna need to call Blux to pick us up huh?”

“Absolutely.” You giggled shoving her in the direction of her overwhelmed manager, “good luck.”

“Thanks, Chiquita!”

As you walked over to the drink station you took another swig of a flute of champagne for good luck before you grabbed two drinks in each hand. Making your way over to the chilled stairwell where Raphael was waiting was a struggle, especially when you had to open the door. Luckily Raph was a gentleman and opened the door once he realized it was you on the otherside. “Sorry,” He apologized taking the drinks from you, he was able to carry them much easier than you since his hands were twice the size of your own. “Can never be too careful ya’ know?” Raph said almost sheepishly to which you waved him off,

“No worries I understand completely.” You reassured and did, you remembered how nervous Donnie was when you discovered he was mutant and you figured under that tough exterior Raph was also hesitant for more humans to find out about him. “Did you think of a spot to watch?”

“I did.” He nodded, “Raph figured out the perfect place, er…you ain’t scared of heights right?”

“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’ in the word, “but why would that matter?”

“Do you trust me?” He asked a mischievous look in his eyes, you paused narrowing your eyes.

“Alright, you’ve piqued my interest. I trust yOU!” You shrieked as he used his tail to toss you into the air, your arms began to flail before you found them holding onto the giant turtle's neck for support. Raphael laughed, downing his drinks in one go so he had an arm free to support his body. His hand was expertly placed under your thighs to avoid touching your ass, however, the feeling of his giant hands digging into the underside of your thighs was just as sinful.

God, you were a horny drunk. You always conveniently forgot that every time you drank.

You weren’t prepared for how he leaped into the air effortlessly bouncing off the walls until you both were standing on the catwalks above the arena. He gently placed you on the ground keeping a hand around your waist, “Tadaa Raph is the best. Go on tell him he’s the best. He’ll wait.”

“You’re the best!” You laughed loudly leaning into his touch, “This is so cool was this your plan before I interrupted you?”

“Yes, that plus ninja sneaking around security.” He slid away from you before sitting down on the catwalk and letting his feet dangle over the ledge. “Sit, sit, sit!” He chirped eagerly before you laughed sitting beside him, “We’ll be able to get a nice view of Arizona getting the award! Plus I saved the drinks too.” He musted pushing them gently towards you,

“Just marry me already Raphael.” You cooed picking up a glass with a wink, you missed the way he flushed looking wistfully over at you.

“Don’t tempt Raph, Kid.” He laughed, and it filled you with warmth as he ruffled your hair effectively messing up the work you had put into it. Not that you minded much, you smiled up at him, “Oh yeah?” You mused taking a sip of your drink, “Only an hour of meeting me and I’ve already won your heart? I’m flattered.”

“How can you not when you look the way you do!” He beamed and it caused you to choke on your drink not expecting him to be so genuine and open. Raph’s eyes opened impossibly wide roughly hitting you on the back to try to stop you from choking, it didn’t help. The terrapin didn’t know his own strength and sent you launching into the metal bar keeping both you and Raph from falling over the edge. He made a distressed sound at the wheeze you made, “Sorry! Are you alright?” Raph sputtered pulling his hands close to his chest like he was afraid of his own strength.

“I’m- WHEEZE- fine.” You gave him a thumbs up, trying to recover your breathing, “You pack a punch Raph.”

“I know…” He grumbled softly, “I didn’t realize how fragile humans are…”

“It’s alright really.” You reassured leaning away from the ledge, biting back a groan of pain, “Mostly just knocked the wind out of me.” A fond smile played upon your lips, “Probably would’ve hurt way more if I was sober.”

“I’m not as smart as my brother but I don’t think that’s how that works.” There was teasing in his tone and he regained his cute smile, a little fang poking out only highlighting his strong yet sweet features. You waved him off with a laugh taking another drink as the lights began to dim, he let out a gasp clapping his hands together. “It’s starting!” You nodded letting out a little hum, Raph didn’t hear you seemingly completely entranced by the award ceremony and the nominees. You were only there for Ari, and she wasn’t getting her award until the end of the night, you opened your phone in the meantime. You saw a notification from Donnie, giggling at the message, you bit your lip heat pooling in your stomach, and sent a message in response.

If Donnie was going to play dirty so were you. Your brain barely registered the message he sent let alone the one you sent in response because of the alcohol clouding it. All you knew is you were warm, the lights were dim and you were inching closer and closer to the giant mutant by your side.

He paused a moment looking down at you as you rested your head on the side of his shell, you barely came up to the top of his plastron. Raphael let out a little sound of shock as you tried to snuggle closer to him, he expertly moved you to a more comfortable position in front of him so you could curl up against his chest. “Kid? Are you seriously napping right now?” He whispered, a part of him didn’t want to wake you up. You looked so cute all curled against him, little puffs of air falling from your lips. Raph was a softy at heart, you looked like a cute little teddy bear all snuggled against him so he decided to let you sleep until Ari was ready to receive her award. He moved his arm so it was wrapped tight around your slumbering form, his tail following suit out of instinct before he realized he was holding you like he would hold Mikey. Raph felt a loud rumble in his throat as a churr made its way past his lips, he jolted, surprised by his own sound. He rubbed his throat eyes wide, he looked down at you again, and his teeth began to ache. The side of the exposed column of your next suddenly looked way too inviting for him to sink his incisors into. Raph cleared his throat, before fanning his red face, is this what Donnie was trying to tell Leo about courting practices? He’d have to do more research…but for now…he churred again, before nuzzling his snout against the side of your face.

He absolutely needed your number.

—

You were awoken from your nap as Raph gasped and gently shook your arm. “There she is!” He pointed at your roommate, his large tail thumping against the ground in excitement. He was looking down at you so sweetly as you blinked the alcohol-induced sleep from your eyes. You barely registered you were curled up and nuzzled comfortably into his side, his other arm and tail were wrapped tight around your body. “Wake up kid, she’s gonna earn her award, take some pictures so she’s not pissed.”

“Oh shit!” You sputtered sitting up quickly,

“Language.”

You pulled out your phone, the fuzziness of your head dissipating as you snapped some pictures of your girl. “Go Arizona!” You cheered loudly above the crowd, Raph’s big hands circled your waist and you stilled, never had anyone’s hand cupped your waist and almost touched. You were bewildered to find his fingers almost touching, he lifted you into the air and onto his shoulders. You let out a laugh settling on Raphael’s shoulders so you could get a better view of Ari, your thighs squeezing Raph’s face tightly not even paying attention to the noise of embarrassed surprise he let out. “Thank you, Raphael!” You squealed leaning down to hug the top of his head after a few pictures, “you’re the best!”

“Ah-er-ahah.” He laughed cheeks heating up, completely flustering the young adult underneath you. “I know! Raph is the best, he wishes his brothers would agree with you.” He laughed nuzzling his face into the meat of your thighs. Your breathing hitched feeling his fang graze the skin there but he didn’t seem to notice, you noticed though how could you not? The way his blunt fingers kept you steady practically had you swooning. In a moment of utter idiocy as soon as Ari stepped off the platform you leaned forward in front of Raphael’s face blocking his view. He blinked at you owlishly mouth opening slightly before you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his snout, the turtle completely froze underneath you. You yelped a little seeing him go from an awful shade of pale green to flushing a deep, dark red in only a matter of minutes.

“Thank you. For taking me up here and entertaining my drunk ass.” You giggled with a closed-eye smile, before opening your eyes, “Raph?” You whispered hands cupping his cheeks, “I’m sorry-AH!”

He lifted you off his shoulders before spinning you around in a circle, “You are so cute!” He nuzzled against the skin on your neck eagerly, his arms just supporting you just under your thighs so you could be at eye level with him. “Lemme get your number. Please?” He rumbled as your harms splayed against the top of his plastron, “You’re too cute to just let run off.”

“Of course, you can have my number big guy.” You giggled pressing your forehead to his own eyes shining, “anything for you, you big ole softie.”

“Hey now. Raph ain’t no softie kid.” He argued with no real bite, “I’m a hardened ninja.”

“Hm, I thought you were just a talented gymnast.” You teased, “With your slim frame and delicate personality.”

“Oh har har. You and my brothers will get along wonderfully,” You smiled softly at the pure joy that brought him. You were about to comment that you already met 95% of his brothers when the loud voice of Ari was heard all the way down below.

“(Y/n)! Where are you? Blux is here we gotta go!”

“Shit, fuck,”

“Language.” Raph interrupted once again, this time with a petty huff,

“I gotta go, big guy. You think you can get me down there fast?”

“Fast is my middle name Sugar.” Raph beamed helping you back down from the metal rafters and onto the floor. “Are you forgetting something?” Raph hummed as you were placed on the ground, he helped steady your tipsy swaying.

“Oh yeah,” You whisper standing up on your tip toes and pressing a kiss to the closest thing you should reach which was the upper part of his plastron. He squawked unflatteringly as you smiled and headed off in search of Ari.

“I MEANT YOUR NUMBER!” Raph shouted back too flustered to chase after you, even though he missed getting your number he supposed this was okay too.

You were his little fighter girl, he wasn’t worried. He’d see you again, after all, you now owed him two things. Arizona’s autograph and your phone number, he preened just at the thought of seeing your smiling face again.

—

By the time you woke up your head was pounding, not the worst hangover you felt but certainly not the best either. You did drink…a lot of champagne on an almost empty stomach, you turned over your phone to see you had a few missed texts from Donnie and one missed call. You grumbled at the time, only ten in the morning, you opened the texts first rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. You hissed at the brightness before turning it down significantly, you scrolled back up to get some context, oh god you two were flirting. There was no way around that, this was hardcore flirting, with chemistry flirts too. The next message from Donnie made you scream, sitting up in your bed suddenly not completely hungover.

Bootyyyshaker9000: Would you like me to do you periodically on the table?

It was about an hour later when he sent:

Bootyyyshaker9000: Sorry…too much?

Bootyyyshaker9000: (Y/n)?

You: Are you interested in learning the practical applications of the laws of friction and acceleration? Let’s get a room and I’ll show you ;)

Bootyyyshaker9000: Oh…Newtowns law…okay!

Another few minutes later.

Bootyyyshaker9000: You win. I humbly accept defeat.

Bootyyyshaker9000: I…I have to admit you flustered me quite a bit with your response

Bootyyyshaker9000: Does your room happen to be available?

Oh fuck. Oh, Fuck. OH FUCK.

Was he joking?! Or was he actually propositioning you? Your entire face was burning red but there were still a few messages to read. This one a few hours later,

Bootyyyshaker9000: I’m sorry.

Bootyyyshaker9000: I believe I have overstepped

Bootyyyshaker9000: Crossed the boundary between flirting and friendship

Bootyyyshaker9000: Are you alright? It’s late you promised you’d text me when you got home.

Bootyyyshaker9000: You probably don’t want to hear from me but I need to know you’re alright.

Bootyyyshaker9000: I’m calling you.

Missed Call From Bootyyyshaker9000

Oh, that’s not good. You quickly hit redial as soon as you got to the end of the string of messages, and in a matter of seconds, the phone picked up with a click.

“(Y/n)” He breathed relief clearly in his voice, “What the fuck?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t call!” You said in a rushed tone running a hand through your messy hair, “I got drunk with Ari and one of your brothers-”

“What.” Rage was clear in his tone, “Who?”

“Raphael, look I meant to call but Ari and me-”

“No, I get it.” Donnie snapped tone clipped, “You were having too much fun with the cooler brother-”

“Donatello.” You snapped back, “That’s not fair. I did not know I would run into Raph.” He sucked in a breath, knowing you were right. “You’re worried and that’s where your frustrations are stemming from, am I wrong?”

“...no.” He grumbled, “You’re right.” Donnie admitted you could practically see his hands running down in face in distress. “I was worried about your safety, and about the messages…”

“I’m okay Blux picked us up, we always have a backup plan when we all go drinking. I should’ve called and I’m sorry I didn’t.” Your stomach turned a little and you cleared your throat, “I wasn’t exactly sober when I sent you those messages but…but I…” You felt your cheeks flush. “I didn’t hate them…they were from you after all. You matter to me…” You heard him squeak from the other side of the line and you laughed fondly. “You’re stimming aren’t you?”

“Maybe…” He whispered, a slight happy chirp to his tone, “You liked the flirting? You’re not joking?”

“I’m not joking Dee- fuck.” Bile crept up the back of your throat and you felt it burn your nostrils,

“You alright-” You stumbled across your floor and into the bathroom proceeding to upchuck rather violently into the toilet. “I’m coming over. Be there in t-minus ten.” You only groaned as the line went dead on Donatello’s end.

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