#cause then he and mikey would match better

[rurualim]

drew this based off an edit i saw on twt!!

[tayraedoll]

Old Man

Part 2 Part 3

You keep teasing Alastor due to his age, he is about to show you how his age just makes him more experienced.

TW: Swearing, drinking, vomit, blackouts, suggestive themes, old-fashioned chivalry, drunk kissing

No smut, but is very suggestive at the end.

You slam the door to the hotel angrily behind you, causing the door to shutter in a way that would have worried you about breaking it if you had it in you to give a fuck.

"Fucking prick...who the hell does he think he is?!", you mutter under your breath

You run your hand through your chestnut hair. Your demon form was that of a fallow deer, your hair turned a reddish brown color with ears to match on your head. You had little white spots adorning your cheeks, shoulders, and back. The last of your demonic changes would be your luscious deer tail- the same color as your hair with the spots peppered over it- so full that you needed to get all your clothes altered for it.

You make your way over to the bar- where you a hoping the man who instigated your wrath sits- stomping your feed unnecessarily hard on the wood flooring. Just as you were hoping for, the man you most wanted to pick-a-bone with sat in his usual spot.

"Angel!"

"Toots? Back from y'er date already huh?"

"You are sooooo not allowed to set me up on anymore dates! That guy was an absolute menace!", you slump into the seat next to his with an exaggerated sigh. Husk promptly placed your favorite drink in front of you. You smiled and lifted your glass to him in thanks.

"Jeez, 'm sorry toots. I gotta ask- what'd Mikey do that pissed ya off so bad?"

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying not to picture your atrocious dinner date. "He ordered my dinner for me.", you spat as if it was the most egregious wrong ever done to you.

Angel and Husk stared at you with unreadable expressions, glancing at each other before quickly diverting their eyes back to you.

Maniacal laughter suddenly rang out from the other side of the bar- Alastor. You had not even noticed him when you first came in- if he had been there at all. You had a decent relationship with The Radio Demon, you mostly interacted at dinner but had the occasional chat in the library. He seemed to get along better with you than he did most of the other residents-save for Nifty and Charlie- you assumed that was due to being a deer like he was. Herd mentality and all you supposed. Now though, his laughter was grating on your already taut nerves. "Something funny you coot?" Angel's and Husk's eyes widened at your jab- no one had the balls to insult Alastor right to his face like that.

"Yes, very much so Darling. Did it ever cross your mind that perhaps he was just being polite? Ordering a ladies meal used to be the chivalrous thing to do.", he smiled wider at you as you narrowed your eyes at him.

"OK boomer, was it also 'chivalrous'(you used air quotes with your finger) to order her a salad instead of the wings and fries she wanted? The next man who has the audacity to order my food for me will become my meal instead!" You huffed and downed the rest of your drink, glaring over at your fellow deer.

He chuckled smoothly but relented his argument "No, I suppose you are right- that was not the proper way to go about it." You gave him a cocky smile before he continued "However, I must say that you...younger generation of ladies... give up so quickly. Running at the very first small inconvenience." He folded his hands and rested his chin on them, eyeing you mischievously.

"Well, SOOOORRRYY for having standards. Us younger generation ladies are not impressed by minimal effort and do not abide by the misogynist tendencies you old geezers put out", you laced your voice with as much venom as you could. "Mikey can take his Terry Crews in White Chicks vibes and fuck right off!"

Alastor eyed you thoughtfully,"Would you care to join me for a night out on the town my dear? Perhaps having a bit of fun will lighten your mood."

Now it was your turn to laugh,"Sorry gramps, but I fail to see how chaperoning you for your daily nightcap will lift my spirits."

"Hmmm, I suppose I will just need to show you how The Lost Generation cuts loose. Get dressed in something you can move in Darling." He was challenging you, you could see it in that smug grin on his face. Who were you to not indulge the old man?

"Give me 15 minutes.", you smirked at him and raced upstairs to your room. You have been saving a lacy, black party dress for a special occasion, now seemed like the perfect time to break it out of your closet. You would pair it with a pair of blood red pumps for a pop of color, wearing lipstick of the same shade to bring it all together.

You swagger down the stairs to meet up with Alastor at the front door. His smile widens ever so slightly as his eyes apprise you. "You look lovely Sha.", he says sweetly as he takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles tenderly. "Shall we?" He tucks your arm through his and guides you out the door.

You walk in silence for a time, Alastor humming softly to himself. You finally speak up "So, what old saloon are you taking me to?", you smile coyly up at him hoping to ruffle his feathers a bit.

"We are headed to my favorite jazz club Little Fawn", he snickers at your scowl. You hated when he called you that, it was because of your spots. But you were just a different breed of dear- you weren't a fawn! The nickname made you feel like a child. You spent the rest of the walk in silence again- Alastor resumed his humming while you pouted.

The outside of the club was inconspicuous, an old building made of brick and wood with no windows. Just a large, metal door at the center. Upon your arrival a small eyelet slid over to inspect you two, The eyes on the other side widened upon seeing Alastor and hastily opened the door. Once inside, you walked down a short hallway and through another metal door.

The inside of the club was a vast contrast to what the outside was like. It was lively, bodies dancing every which direction and a live band played passionately on stage on the far side. The room was decorated in vibrant reds and golds. A long, wooden bar sat to your left. You could smell the tang of bourbon and puffs of smoke, getting a hint of sweat from all the bodies swinging around on the dance floor.

"Shall I order you a drink? Or would you prefer to do that yourself? I wouldn't want to insult you.", Alastor chortled as he walked you over to the bar. You rolled your eyes at him "What are you drinking?" He raised a brow at you. "I am drinking rye whiskey. I am not sure if that will be to your tastes Fawn."

"Hey, I'm sure I can handle anything you dish out Flapdoodle. I bet I can go drink for drink with you even.", you challenged. Maybe you could wipe that ever-present smirk off his smug face if you could get the old man to pass out. You could handle a couple of whiskey drinks.

Alastor hummed as he regarded you, "Very well, if you insist!", he turned to the bartender "Double rye on the rocks please!" You blanched, double? You were not expecting to be drinking doubles, but if Alastor could handle them then you had a good chance right? You took a sip of your drink, it tasted of spice and dark chocolate and had a pleasant burn on its way down your throat. You were sure if you sipped it you would be fine.

However, Alastor had other plans as he swallowed the entire contents of his drink in one go. Your mouth fell open in shock as you stared at him. Fuck, this isn't going the way you planned. Timidly, you brought your own drink to your lips and swallowed the rest of it, shuddering at the burn. Alastor watched you all the while, and promptly ordered two more drinks. This drink was sipped, but was still drank much faster than you planned.

After a while you started to feel the effects of the alcohol, your body relaxing. You started to sway to the music, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Would you do me the honor of joining me on the dance floor my dear?", Alastor asked as he took your hand, leading you out to the middle of the dancing crowd.

He placed your left hand on his shoulder, keeping your other hand held in his. His free hand held you closely by the waist and he began to swing you around to the beat. You stumbled along, if he weren't holding you so securely you would have ended up on the floor and the alcohol was not doing you any favors. "Oh dear, you a very bad at this!", he teased you. You glared back up at him "Well maybe if you would slow down instead of throwing me around like a lunatic I would be better!", you snapped. He chuckled, but slowed down enough that you could keep up and learn the dance. But once you seemed to get your bearings he sped up again.

This continued all night- the song would change and he would slow down so you could learn the new dance but speed up once you got it. All the while, the only thing you had to drink was whiskey. It did not take long for you to be truly drunk, your vision starting to spin and your movements becoming clumsy. Your legs were killing you, you had definitely worn the wrong shoes for this activity.

"Please excuse me for a second.", you smiled up at Alastor and walked off the dance floor. You exited out a back door you saw people use to take smoke breaks to get some fresh air. You leaned back against the wall, closing your eyes to help concentrate on breathing evenly. You heard the door open beside you but chose to ignore it until you felt a hand on your cheek. You opened your eyes to see Alastor standing over you, his eyes carefully scanning your face. "You truly are as beautiful as a magnolia in May.", he stated before slowly lowering his face to yours.

You gasped into the kiss, losing all train of thought. Weren't you supposed to be rivals? The new vs. the old? In this moment, you no longer cared. He continued holding your face as you grabbed the lapels of his jacket as the kiss continued, it was making you dizzy.

Oh no, you are not just dizzy from the kiss- the alcohol is making it worse. Your stomach started to twist uncomfortably and you had to roughly push Alastor away from you before you turned to the wall and puked your guts up all over yourself. When you were done you stumbled back, vision quickly fading. The last thing you remember before succumbing to complete darkness is a pair of strong arms catching you and the warmth of a chest cradling you.

You reached consciousness slowly, your senses coming to you one-by-one. Unfortunately, the first thing you registered was extreme thirst followed quickly by a pounding headache. You let out a loud groan, turning over in your bed "Fuck" you grumbled out.

A soft chuckle followed by an all-too-chipper "Good morning!" caught your attention. You glared at Alastor over in a chair before mumbling "I am not in the mood for your bullshit this morning.", burying your face in the pillow.

It took you an embarrassing few seconds to register that he was actually in the room with you and was not just a figment of your imagination sent to torture you. You shot up in the bed, making your head spin again. "What are you doing in my...", you trailed off as you took in your surroundings. You were not in your room. The bed you were in was large, with maroon-colored silk sheets. The room had crimson-colored walls with a grand fireplace, in front of which Alastor sat reading the paper. Behind him, the room gave way to a magnificent forest and swamp that made your breath hitch. You were obviously in Alastor's room.

"Al...what am I doing in your room?", you asked as you slowly looked back over at him, heart ready to beat out of your chest in fear of his answer.

"I did not feel comfortable leaving you alone in your room. You were incredibly drunk, I did not want you to asphyxiate if you were to become ill again. So I brought you here where I could keep an eye on you.", he explained calmly, watching your reaction. Your face burned with shame. You had set out to get The Radio Demon to make a fool of himself, but you had become the fool yourself. You turned away, not wanting to see the amusement that surely danced plainly on his face. When you glanced down you frowned.

"How am I wearing my pajamas?", you asked- the accusation plain to hear in your voice. When you glanced back up, Alastor had walked over to stand at the foot of the bed. "Well, I was not about to let your spew into my bed. So I sent my shadows to your room to retrieve your sleepwear.", he explained matter-of-factly.

"Did they change me too or...?"

"No, I did that.", before you could get upset at that revelation he snapped his fingers and you were suddenly wearing socks. You breathed a sigh of relief, you did not think Alastor would violate your privacy like that but it was nice to have the verification. As you sat there thinking, memories of the night before slowly trickled back into your mind. Alastor had kissed you! But why?

Before you could ask any of the million questions running through your mind he sat at the end of the bed. "Sha, I would like to have a rather important discussion with you if you feel up to it." You nodded and waited for him to continue. "Would you be open to me courting you?"

You stared at him dumbstruck "Huh?" was all you could muster out. Was this really happening? Did Alastor just ask to date you?

"I have been admiring you from afar for some time now. I must admit I am rather taken by you. I enjoy our back-and-forth banter and admire your wit. You are such a strong-minded woman, and are not afraid to speak exactly what you are thinking. I would like the opportunity to explore our relationship a bit further if you assent."

Your jaw hit the floor, you had no idea how to respond. Alastor admired you? He wanted to have a more formal relationship? None of this was making sense to you at the moment but your heart was soaring. You had been hiding your attraction to the demon behind your crude jokes about his age. You'd be lying if you said you would not want to get to know him better as well.

"It is rude to stare Dear.", Alastor grinned at you. You had not stopped gaping at him while you processed your thoughts. "Y-Yes, I would be open to that." You shyly smiled back at him.

"One more thing, how much about your biology do you know?", he asked as he shifted closer to you, closing the distance between you two. "What do you mean?"

"Well, in just a few months the cervid mating season will be upon us.", he explained slowly. You crinkled your brows in confusion. "You arrived in hell very shortly after the last mating season. I was not sure how much about your deer form you had learned. If you find our courting satisfactory...I would very much like to claim you this season." He stared at you intently, searching your eyes for your reaction. He was leaning so far into your space that only a few inches separated you. His want was practically palpable.

Your mind went blank again, at a complete loss for words for the moment. This man was just full of surprises. You felt a myriad of emotions- excitement, fear, anticipation, nervousness. But you wanted it, so badly that it shocked you. But, you did not want him to get any more satisfaction at your expense today. So you smirked, "Only if you can keep up you old geezer."

With that you went to get up and dramatically walk out of the room to leave him with his thoughts. But instead you felt your calf muscles strain and knees buckle underneath you. Your legs were so cramped up, damn shoes! Alastor laughed heartily at you as you flushed tomato red. "You are not quite as limber as you ought to be for your age My Doe. Your endurance could use a bit of work.", he tutted at you helping you to your feet. You stretched your sore legs out a bit until you could at least shuffle around.

Before you could turn away Alastor grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him. "A final tidbit of information- did you know that deer can mate consecutively for 72 hours?", he watched as your eyes widened to saucers, leaning in until his lips just barely caressed the fluff of your ears. "If I were you Ma Petite Biche (My Little Doe), I'd begin stretching."

[bobur-the-berry-guy]

Toman boys and winter activities!

• ft : mikey, draken, mitsuya, baji, chifuyu, hakkai, kazutora, takemichi, smiley, angry

• part 2 - tenjiku boys

part 3 - koko, inui, taiju, sanzu, hanma & kisaki, in the making!

• requests are open!!

๑ I definitely may or may not have favourites, is it noticeable?

Christmas market

Oh my god, eveything is so cute— Chifuyu absolutely loves the Christmas maker, but his wallet would say otherwise. The decor, the clothes, the knick-knacks - they're all calling to him. He touches everything, its all so cute, but he buys only a few things. He's not a big christmas person really, but the holiday vibe itself is more than enough for him. He just wants an excuse to be a bit more giving than he usually lets himself be. The christmas market is window shopping and he can guess what you'd like for a gift - it's a win-win! His favourite is when it gets dark and the christmas decorations around the street light up. The sky is dark and the weather is cold, but the warm glow of the lights and the warmth of thick scarves and hot chocolate make it one of his favourite times of the year. And to top it all off, you look breathtaking. All wrapped in your winter clothes like a present, his fluffy scarf bundled up to your face, cheeks and nose rosy from the cold, your breath cloudy around you, the colorful christmas light glimmering and bathing you in a warm light, and you're smiling and laughing— he's absolutely smitten. Be careful not to say too many things from the market are cute though, that would make his wallet wail.

Oh i know that the christmas market games hate to see Kazutora coming - this man is an absolute menace when it comes to that. If there are games to guess, he's gonna take his time thinking what would be the right answer. Be it how many candies are in this jar or what is the decoration in the box — best believe not only is he guessing correctly but he's taking the prize home with him and you. Never let him near a diy stations. Ever. Not because he won't have fun, but because he will make a mess. There's not a single time he hasn't caused absolute chaos upon a diy project, and the christmas market no different. The knick-knack he's made will be pretty and would match the rest of your decor, and the cookies he's embellished will only look even tastier, but the havoc he leaves behind is something you'd never wish on anyone else. As much as he cleans up after himself, it's still not little to deal with. To him it's worth it though. Seeing you giggling over him having elements of the decorations over him and cleaning him up is something he wouldn't trade for the world. He just might make a bit more effort into being messy if it would mean you're there to laugh and take care of him.

The christmas maker is calling Baji's name, but not for the decororations— its the food. He will make a point to look around and spy observe what the people are eating and drinking. By that he will guess what's the best you can try. That is to say it doesn't mean he'll exclude certain things just because not many people are buying it. He wants to and will take a bite or a sip from everything. He's going to check it out during the day and when it gets dark and cold and there aren't as many people, he'll take you there and have you try everything along with him. That just makes the food and the drinks better. Hot dogs, pies, baked goods, candied almonds and ginger, chimney cakes, gingerbread cookies, mulled wine, hot chocolate— there's a lot to try and everything is to be shared. There's no such thing as my piece of this or your piece of that. If you don't like something he's gonna eat it himself and vise versa. If you don't like something and make a face he wont let you live it down. He's gonna eat it himself yes, but each time he takes a bite he will make grimace just to annoy you. He won't tell you if he doesn't like the thing either, he'll eat it regardless even if its just to make tou giggle a bit. If you like something a bit more he's gonna let you have the most of it, not that he won't pretend he doesnt like it just as much. He's there to enjoy the goods, sure, but he's there mainly to enjoy being with you.

Ice Skating

Who would've thought Mitsuya was such a good ice skater? It's almost as unexpected as it is expected. He's skilled at so many things - cooking, sewing, fighting, riding a motorcycle- if you're to write down everything, it would take up half the day. But still, skating? He's full of surprises. He's taken you with him on the skating rink, just the two of you for once. Hakkai is looking after his sisters so you two can be on your date. You think yea, he knows how to skate, but not that he's so good at it. You're still struggling around the entering point, sorry if u can skate i cant holding onto the fence, and he's gliding around the rink like he's one of these fantasy movie elves. He makes it seem like it's as easy as walking. Moving smoothly in a slow rythm, just because he's a little rusty. He's twirling around elegantly, you can see just how ethereal he looks and- oh— you're still struggling to do it?? He's going to help you, but that doesn't mean he won't show off. It's his time to shine. On his way to you he's a bit faster, a bit more fluid, almost like he's dancing. He takes you by the hand to show you how it's done. He's chatting with you during that too- sure, you're focused on trying not to fall onto the ice, but he's holding you and he's having so much fun like that. Showing off doesn't hurt every once in a while, no?

You definitely wont be bored if you're skating woth Hakkai. He's good at it, he said. He can do it, he said. Thing is he can do it, but its about just as much as chicken can fly - not for more than 13 seconds. As you're putting on the skating shoes he seems to be a bit nervous, but then again it's Hakkai. As soon as you get in the rink you understand why he's so nervous. He's holding onto the fence, trying to move his feet the right way. He finally catches onto what hes supposed to do and he's drifting around you slowly in a fluid motion. He looks so graceful, peacefully skating along and— WHAM! The second you stop to admire him it's over. He was trying his best to impress you, he really was, but when he felt you genuinely looking at him his nervousness ruined it. He embarrassed himself so bad and you think he's lame now and— you're giggling. Not mocking at him, but giggling at him. "Ohmygod Hakkai- I'm sorry you just-- that was so silly— god, you're cute!" It's over for him now, it's sealed. If an ice skating injury doesnt end him, his heart will. He can feel it every time you look at him, every time you smile, every time you laugh - he feels it going into overdrive. It feels like its soaring, closing up his throat and stolping his brain from working. Please have mercy on him, he can only take so much!

See what i did on the Wham! part hihi

Snow activitities

You've got my condolences if you're out in the snow with Nahoya. You're out in a field, it's freezing and the snow is so deep it's like a snowy desert. You'd think he'd have some mercy on you when it's so cold but you're mistaken. He's pouncing on you with eveything he has - snowball after snowball is coming your way. He's throwing them at you anyplace he can hit too. It's like he's hunting you - hiding behind trees and snow piles, stalking you quietly, waiting for justtt the right moment— HEADSHOT! By the time he's finished with you you're basically a snowman inside and out. You've got snow in your hair, in and on your jacket, between your scarf and your neck, in your hair, your back— and it's so, so cold!! You have Nahoya laughing in your face, rolling around on the snowy ground. And now it's time to head back in. You're both pretty much soaking from the melted snow when you're finally at his place. Best to have a hot bath, you don't wanna get sick. I hope you're good at sharing because he's getting with you in the bath. He's washing your hair for you and you're gonna be soaking in that bath until your fingers prune and the water cools down. He's been so mean to you, now is his moment to make it up to you, no?

Who'd think that Takemichi was the outdoorsy type in winter? The snow is still fresh and its glistening in the sun, its so early still nobody else has went to wherever he's taking you. It's close enough, he says, you'll love it. And finally you're there - the biggest, cleanest, fattest snow slope you've seen. How did he even find that?? Near the city especially??? And it's untouched??? That doesnt matter right now though, you're both too busy running up the snowy monstrosity. He's pulling the small sleight, slowing him down a bit. That doesn't stop you from going ahead of him to the top, he's trailing right behind you. When you're finally ready and set on the sleigh he explains what to do - just hold onto him and don't let go. After you're hugging him around the waist securely he pushes the sleigh. It feels like you're flying down the slope. The icy air is brushing over your face. Your hair is like a whip waving behind you. The ride is so smooth. It feels like you're floating— and your on your side in an instant. The sleigh is sideways. You and Takemichi are laying in the snow. And you both start laughing. By the time you're up on your feet you're both teary and wheezing. The view up the slope was gorgeous for sure, but for Takemichi the better view is right in front of him.

As lazy as Mikey is, he'd never refuse a walk when it's snowing. His favourite time for that is during the late afternoon, right before nightfall. The city falls quiet, the cobalt sky contrasting with the warm streetlamps, the quiet people-chatter filling the streets. The atmosphere is so peaceful, especially when you're right next to him. Your breath creating a glittery mist around you, the twilight making your eyes look shinier. You're on your way to a cafe, passing trough a foresty park. Down the path you can see the marks people have left behind. It seems like the quiet little park would be so lively during the day. And finally you're at the cafe. Its a small cozy place, snuggled between the tall surrounding buildings. In front of it two tiny, perfectly shaped snowmen holding hands. "That's us" and he is right, they do look like you two - with their small scarfs, happy little smiles and intertwined hands. Mikey's hand feel warm agaist your in his pocket. You forgot your gloves and your hands were freezing before he gave you one of his gloves and took your other hand in his. You have moment to admire him, the dim light from the cafe making his gentle face look even more delicate. From the cafe you take a few sweets and a hot chocolate each. This time he takes you to a different way and you're at his home in just a few minutes. When you question him he says he wanted to take a walk but got lazy on the way back. In truth, though, he wanted to have you all to himself for a bit — he didnt need you to talk or to entertain him, he just wanted to you to be there with him. And he wanted an excuse to hold your hand.

Staying in

When it's freezing outside and there's not much to do it's best to stay home and chill, in Drakens opinion. What would you be doing out and about in weather like that anyways? It's best to stay in - its warm, cozy, and most importantly you both can relax. That is, until you dedice you want to make gingerbread cookies so bad. As much as he wants to he knows he cant refuse you, he's too weak to do that. And he only has himself to blame for his predicament. He's dolled up in a frilly apron, he some of the batter still sticks to his hands and there's flour everywhere. You're laughing at his pout, unbothered by the mess. Swatting at him, bending over in laughter— and he smacks you right back. Of course he doesn't do it hard, but he won't go down without a fight! And chaos ensuses. By the time the cookies are ready for decorating the whole kitchen is in dissaray - bowls are upside down and over, theres spoons everywhere, everything and you two are covered in flour. You're both barely breathing and wheezing from laughter, stomach hurting and eyes teary. Holding onto him for support, almsot falling laughing. He has flour all over his face, hair and clothes, and you're no better. You'd have a huge cleanup to doz but that can wait for a little bit. As stoic as he is, he's still smiling like an idiot at the whole situation. To him it only serves his preference to stay in, with you.

The best part of winter is when its the dead of the ice-cold night and you're home, warm and toasty for Souya. The wind is whispering quitely like a dove, a few scattered constellations twinkling across the midnight sky, only a few of the windows on the opposite apartments still glowing across the sleeping neighborhood. All that is tangible trough his window. Hes on his bed, snuggled up with you. Warm, cozy and safe. He can hear music still playing from his phone somewhere, but he doesnt care enough to turn it off. You've been on his big, fluffy blankets for so long that they seems to smell a bit like you. Even his pajamas feel infused with the heat of you, him and the blankets. You look peacefully asleep, resting next to him. He's caressing you. Normally he'd be too flustered to, but you're asleep and you feel so soft— surely you wouldn't mind. It feels like he's itching, burning to have you close to him. He feels like he could melt right into you. For once he finds his words to talk. "You're so beautiful." He's muttering the words so quietly, his voice is soft like that of a dove."i wish i could look you in the eyes to tell you that, you know?" He's caressing the side of your head. "Are you an angel? I think you are. To me, you are." He presses a kiss on your forehead. On your temple. On your cheekbone. On your cheek. Right at the corner of your lips. His lips feel so tender, he's so careful not to wake you up. He wouldn't ever live that down."I love you. I'm gonna tell you that when you're awake too, yeah? Good night." Of course, he didnt have to know you were awake. He needed his quiet moments too.

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I'm gonna die from the cold here i despise the school heating system e s p e c i a l l y in the basement

I have 8 classes a week in the basement save me

[imababblekat]

Pushing Buttons

Anon Request, “ Love your content it’s sooo cute! Can I get a snarky sarcastic reader who calls April for a chat on speaker phone then gets into a funny argument with Ralph trading jabs. Like he tries to get April to hang up because their in the middle of something important but reader gives him a snappy comeback. They keep going with everyone listening. Tired of this April is gonna hang up on them but before that happens “Wait wait! give that guys digits he sounds hot! You know how I love pushing a guys buttons!”

A/N: I hope this is okay, gonna be honest I struggled to write this one for some reason. Hope it’s still at the very least readable \TvT/

~xXx~

April hadn’t meant to answer the phone, but Mikey curiously nudging into her had caused her to ultimately accept your request. As if to make a point at your horrible timing as April and the boys were in the mist of a game plan to take down a new gang, you’re voice rang loud through the speaker causing everyone to simultaneously jump.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!! April you are not going to believe what happened to me at work today!!”

April sighed, giving the ninja turtles apologetic glances. 

“I can’t really talk right-”

“I’ll make it quick! I swear! Okay, so I got up at seven like I usually do, right? I was really tired though, so I went to snooze my alarm and-”

Before April could politely ask you to skip ahead to what had happened at your job, the human girl was thrown for a shock when Raphael had suddenly snatched the device straight out of her hand. She went to reprimand him but all he had done was hold a large hand up to block her as he angrily snapped into the call.

“She’s busy. Call back later.”

*click*

April’s eyes had never been as wide as they were in that moment. No way did Raphael just hang up on you of all people. Said terrapin, with a triumphant grin, reached out to hand her back the phone, when it had suddenly started going off again right in his palm. If it weren’t for the growing agitation, he could have sworn it seemed to vibrate with a vengeance. With a hard tap, he answered the call ready to repeat what he had done only a few minutes ago.

“I said-”

“Excuse me!!”

Raphael felt himself fumble at your sudden shout, April standing across from him with a knowing look.

“And who the hell do you think you are, huh?! You do not cut me off when I am talking to my gal pal!!”

Raphael sputtered, caught off for but a second before snapping back.

“Who do I-?! April’s busy! I’m sure whatever little issue you got goin on at work ain’t that important!”

“Oh, and how would you know that?! You read minds huh?! I’d ask if you’re some sort of phycologist but frankly just from your voice alone I’d say you’re need of one.”

“What is that supposed to mean?!”

“I think you know what I mean, big boy.”

Raphael felt his blood boiling in that moment, his brothers Mikey and Donnie doing their best to stifle their laughter behind him while Leo simply smirked at his dismay. All the while all April could do was hide her face in her hands at the embarrassment she felt for her close friend on the line.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What? Would you rather I call you big baby instead? Ya gonna cry about it? Good, cuz sounds to me like you need to shed a few tears. It’s perfectly healthy by the way. Just thought I’d let you know that since you give off the vibe that you’d rather walk around with a stick up your ass then express your emotions.”

“A stick up my ass?! Seriously?! How about I come over and shove one up yours?! You’re just all bark and no bite!”

“Ooo, don’t promise me with a good time~.”

If it were possible, Raph’s face would match the color of his mask at your raunchy response, the suave to your tone not making things any better. It was at the sudden burst of laughter behind him from his brothers and Aprils own snickering that the brute decided in that moment the best course of action was to, once again, hang up the damn phone. 

A groan bubbled up from his throat at he tossed April back her phone, sending a glare to his still cackling siblings. 

“Will ya all stop laughin. Let’s just get back to the stupid plan.”, he glared, arms crossing.

It was Leo, who had to take a few breaths to gather himself, that brought back the others to focus.

“Okay, okay, you heard the big boy. Let’s ready up.”

Green eyes glared daggers at the leader in blue for his jab, the other winking back with a shit eating grin. Raphael stepped forward to make a quip in response to Leo, when a chortle behind him had alerted all the turtles. It was from April, who’s eyes crinkled in the corners as she did her best to bite back some giggles, holding up her phone to show what had caused such a reaction out of her. Each brother leaned in, squinting at the small text on screen and then let out more laughter, Mikey rocking a groaning Raph’s shoulders with congratulations.

On the screen before them, read a text sent by the very person who riled him up quicker then anyone on record.

*Hey girly, you gotta get me your friends digits! Dude sounds hot af 😉💗*

~xXx~

[torasplanet]

❝𝙔𝙀𝘼𝙍 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙊𝙉𝙎.ᐟ❞

K. RYUGUJI + F. READER + T. MITSUYA

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; its the year of the dragon and a celebration occurs for taka and kenny from their personal red envelope;)

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; smut, final timeline, kenny is ur bf (srry emma..), threesome, praise, dp(double penetration), anal, petnames(baby, babydoll), reader wears dress, unprotected sex (i really need to write protected damn😭), spit as lube, idk pretty vanilla and skin color not mentioned

marls notes 2 u(*´▽｀*) ; ik this is so late from new years but i got this idea from a tiktok like five days after new yrs haha so this is a lunar new yr special since i celebrate !!

It was a new year, new feelings, new resolutions, new everything! And of course, the entirety of your friend group just had to throw a big ass party with you being one of the many that planned it and of course, the one to make it actually look good and not just a bunch of non-matching decorations being thrown across the room like Mikey and Baji were going to.

Well, Mitsuya was a part of that too and you two worked together to decide the perfect color coordination for the party which is where these new feelings came in. See, Mitsuya has always been attractive; you could never deny that, no one could but something just changed.

He was looking better than usual but you couldn’t find anything about his appearance that physically changed to make him look better. It was like he started glowing for some unusual reason and the glow made him prettier. Of course, you felt bad for finding him so attractive recently because you were dating Draken, his best friend.

However, when thinking about it, you started to feel a little less awful for your feelings because you remembered that Draken had talked about wanting a threesome multiple times but never came up with someone to do it with. He thought Mikey wouldn’t do it and it’s not like he exactly wanted him to because Mikey tended to just sleep around instead of getting in relationships so…it’s self-explanatory. Takemichi obviously couldn't do it, he’s married and Chifuyu damn sure would not, he has too much respect for Draken and you to even be comfortable in that conversation.

Anyone else was off the table for him and for you but neither of you ever considered Mitsuya. Maybe if you brought him up or hinted toward that, Draken might say yes.

The third person in this threesome being Mitsuya made so much sense. You knew him so well and you guys were close, he and draken were extremely close even sharing a tattoo and he was such a gentleman meaning he’d treat you with the utmost respect which was a big thing Draken was worried about. He was also single so there was a chance he’d say yes.

The only problem was that…you just didn’t know how to approach your boyfriend about all of this. So you spent the whole party talking and not saying a word about this while also sneaking peeks at Mitsuya throughout the night and with the more you were around Senju (she kept passing her blunt to you and doing shots with you), the more you got sloppy with the looks.

When Izana suggested that they take this party to Ran and Rindou’s club, you were so quick to agree as you wanted to party but yet, you were at the bar staring at Mitsuya while babysitting a cup that Senju had given you to hold before running off which you were taking small sips at because she obviously wasn’t coming back being too busy throwing ass on some guy.

You stared at the lilac-haired male as he chatted with Baji, your thighs clutching close together at the sight of him but when you felt eyes on you causing you to shift your gaze, you got incredibly embarrassed making eye contact with Draken especially when he grinned at you.

Turning your head and instead focusing on the liquid in the cup. Your face heated up when you heard his loud footsteps even over the loud music hoping he didn’t see that but oh he did. Draken had seen all of the glances you gave to Mitsuya no matter if they were careless or an attempt at being secretive and he kind of knew what you were thinking. He hoped he knew and it wasn’t just a guess that happened to be wrong.

His long arm draped around your shoulder and he pulled your body to his “Hey baby, you okay?” Draken asked. The strong smell of his signature cologne filled your nose while you avoided eye contact with him at all costs so he wouldn’t see the embarrassment and neediness in your eyes “Yeah…just waiting for Senju.” You muttered hoping he wouldn’t pick up on everything and just the weirdness.

Draken grabbed your chin and turned your head to face him with ease making your thighs quake. He stared at you for a second before grinning. He had discovered your thoughts.

“Looks like she’s gon’ be a while baby. Wanna come over there with me?” Draken asked laughing gesturing his head over to the spot in the club he was just at with Mikey and Baji but you just looked away from his eyes laughing a little with him while shaking your head but you didn’t say anything so the conversation went silent as soon as the laughter stopped.

Was this the time to ask Draken about it? Or were you just high and a little drunk? Well, you were definitely that but what if it was both? Nothing would happen…Draken would never judge you especially not about something like this that you’ve talked about before so what’s the harm? He already saw the want in your eyes.

You glanced back over at Mitsuya before looking back up at Draken “You and Takashi have the same tattoo, right?” Yeah, Draken definitely knew what you were thinking now that you had said that.

You knew the answer to that question and you were just asking that to bring up the topic of Mitsuya nonchalantly “Yeah, baby you know that.” Draken said with another chuckle coming from his mouth dropping his hand from your chin as you shuffled in place as if there were a fire in your pants. Your gaze was on your feet which were strained from the straps of your heels then you looked up at Draken through your eyelashes still keeping your head down.

“So, you guys doing anything special after this? I mean, it’s the year of the dragon now…” You said knowing that if Mitsuya had overheard it, he would’ve commented that the Chinese Lunar Year isn’t celebrated until February but it was basically the same. He would know what you mean. “No, you had an idea or somethin’?” The black-haired male asked leaning down to get closer to you as if he couldn’t hear you over the loud music but he could, he just wanted to hear whatever you said loud and clear. Shrugging your shoulders as you put your lips to the cup sipping at it minorly just to conceal your face from your boyfriend more “Maybe a party.” You muttered into the cup but Draken heard you and grinned. Draken understood not only what you were talking about but what your mindset was. Bringing up such a nasty topic as a gift for the Lunar New Year while wearing a red dress.

You were going to be the red envelope given to the two dragons. Whether you did it on purpose or not didn’t matter because it still meant the same and Draken liked it.

His hand went to the small of your back and began to rub over it gently “Gonna plan it for me, baby?” You nodded almost immediately putting the cup down so you could look at draken better to make sure he truly got what you were getting at. “Think Mitsuya would like that?” You nod. “Let’s ask him,” Draken said before leaning up and turning to where Mitsuya was talking with Izana. You leaned closer to your boyfriend watching Mitsuya as he did. Draken called him over and you nearly smiled at how Mitsuya’s head turned side to side like a deer before a smile crawled onto his pink lips once he spotted Draken.

Mitsuya walked over to the two of you after excusing himself from the conversation “Baby, why don’t you tell Mitsuya what you told me?” Draken said glancing down at you and then back at his best friend whose lavender gaze traveled to your form waiting for you to talk. “Well…I thought that since you and Kenny both have dragon tattoos, you both should have a party for the new lunar year.” You said as loud as you could manage without anyone out of the conversation hearing. Mitsuya’s eyes showed intrigue and a bit of confusion.

He picked up on your demeanor. How you looked at him, the way you leaned into Draken with your legs pressed against each other. Mitsuya couldn’t describe it at all but he just knew…something was going on with you but he wasn’t sure what it was just yet. You pushed yourself off Draken and then trodded over to the black and purple-haired male. You pressed your hand on his right temple, running your hands through his hair “Yours is on this side isn’t it?” You questioned blinking at Mitsuya who grinned at your actions. Mitsuya looked toward Draken as if asking if this was alright or not but when he saw the identical grin on his friend’s face, he knew that this was okay. More than okay.

“Yeah.” Mitsuya replied simply and you smiled at him before going to sip at your cup once more but Mitsuya’s hand went to the cup preventing you from drinking the liquid inside of the cup “Think you’ve had enough princess. We want you to at least stay standing.” The man said with a small chuckle and Draken laughed too but he was different. Mitsuyas was a laugh to lighten the mood despite that not being needed whilst Draken’s was malicious as if there was a hidden dirty joke in that sentence. There wasn’t but it could’ve been.

Draken’s hand snaked down to your bottom just letting his large palm rest there. “Well, we want you standing before the party.”

You and the two guys wasted no time at all hoping in Draken’s car and going to your shared apartment. They didn’t want their girl to sit there being so needy all night, did they? “Ah, Kenny.” You moaned into Draken’s ear as his cock stretched you out but he wasn’t moving. It bothered you so much but you’d get what you wanted just as soon as Mitsuya did.

“Don’t forget about me, princess,” Mitsuya said coming up from behind you and placing his cold hands on your bare shoulders while his chest pressed against your back, you whimpered at his touch but nodded. One of Mitsuya’s hands wandered down to your cunt which was being split open by Draken’s fat cock and he began to draw circles onto your clit making your back arch away from Mitsuya and Draken’s large hands held onto your torso to stop you from collapsing onto him “Ever fucked her in here?” Mitsuya asked bringing his other hand down to gently grope at your ass.

“Nah, she’s too sensitive for that,” Draken said pecking your lips lightly as you moaned submissively in a low voice and Mitsuya beamed delivering a light slap to your clit before allowing Draken’s fingers to replace his “Yeah, you’ll probably split her in half. I’ll be gentle don’t worry.” Mitsuya cooed into your ear before pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear making a shiver run down your spine. You didn’t respond and just whined again pressing your butt against his pelvis.

Mitsuya’s hands went to your ass and he spread your cheeks revealing your untouched hole. He spat on his fingers before rubbing it all over your whole and dipping his fingers inside making your body jolt. The tip of his rock-hard cock then pressed against the hole, he didn’t push it in but it just sat there pressing against it lightly. When he gently began to push inside; your whimpers grew louder “Sh, sh, sh…I got you, princess.” He muttered soothingly as Draken moved his hips just a bit to try and distract you from the pain of being used in a different hole. Draken has always wanted to fuck you there but you could barely keep yourself together with him inside of your pussy; always complaining about how he was splitting you open when not even his whole cock was pushed inside of you. He knew that he couldn’t do anal with you because he didn’t want to see you cry but Mitsuya was just a bit smaller than him and less girthy so it’d hurt less if it were him. It’d also get you more comfortable with someone in there so then he could try.

Everyone’s winning with this night. It was…just going to take you a little pain for you to get your trophy.

Draken brought his other hand up to your face cupping your cheek as tears began to prick at your eyes “It’s okay, just relax.” He told you running his thumbprint over your cheek after brushing away the tears from your eyes “‘M trying…just so full.” You muttered feeling Mitsuya push in more and more until he couldn’t and bottomed out. He pressed gentle kisses behind your ear “Wanna adjust or want me to move?” He knew it’d be best for you to just sit there for a bit and get used to the feeling but he wanted to ask you first, it was your body after all. This is why Draken liked the idea of Mitsuya being the one to join the two of you. He was considerate of how other people felt whether or not he knew better than them. So kind…

“Mitsuya asked you a question baby,” Draken said as you tried to find your words, your brain already turning to mush. “I…I wanna move.” You muttered letting out a breath as Draken rubbed away the tears that were threatening to spill out of your eyes. Mitsuya’s chest pressed against your back as his hands moved to wander all over your body, gently brushing over your tits and his fingertips tickling your neck until they found their place on your pelvis. Mitsuya slowly began to move in and out of your ass that was getting extremely tight around him, he hissed as he rose from your skin making you shudder from the new angle. “Relax for me, baby,” Draken said continuing to circle your clit, going a bit faster so you could loosen up around Mitsuya.

“Ha…” You mewled as Mitsuya’s subtle movements made you grind against Draken who was moving his hips around. You sighed as you loosened around Mitsuya finally allowing him to take a breath, he swore you were going to end up cutting his dick off. Mitsuya’s pace slowly grew faster as his eyes fixated on your back and how it arched because of the penetration and he grinned, reaching his hand to run his fingers down your spine making your back curve into a deeper half-moon.

“Kenny…move please.” You mumbled to your black-haired boyfriend as your nails dug into his bare shoulders “Gimmie a kiss first.” Draken said with a playful smile on his face, you pouted at his demand letting out small whimpers because he wasn’t giving you what you wanted “Be a good girl, babydoll.” Mitsuya whispered into your ear and you let out small hopeless moans at that before pressing your lips to your boyfriends who swallowed your mewls and moans. As you and Draken kissed messily, he grabbed onto your torso, his hands were just above Mitsuya’s skinnier and smaller ones, and he began to thrust up into you hitting your cervix. Mitsuya’s hand that was once on your back snuck its way up to the front of your neck and he wrapped his fingers around it as you breathed heavily.

Mitsuya’s hips slapped into your ass as his pace sped up, his rhythm matched Draken’s but he was going faster. His pink lips put gentle smooches behind your ear to your cheek as you moaned in Draken’s mouth, unable to make your pathetic sounds audible. The kiss was incredibly sloppy. It was open-mouthed and drool was spilling from your mouths and running down your faces, suction noises and occasional moans were coming from the both of you which just made Mitsuya fuck into you harder enjoying how pretty you sounded. “You’re so filthy babydoll…so pretty too.” The purple-eyed male cooed to you, his eyes drifting over your shoulder to how Draken’s cock was easily disappearing and reappearing.

Draken’s cock stretched you out like it always did as he continued to fuck up into you, moving his hips once again to change the angle so he could hit your g-spot. You felt every vein rubbing against the ridges of your fleshy walls as his mushroom tip rammed into your sweet spot “Feel so good ‘round me baby.” The Ryuguji male said breaking the kiss and watching you with lidded eyes as you bounced up and down with your tongue lolling out, his eyes shifted to his friend who was losing himself in the deep depths of your and his own pleasure.

“Such a nice gift…” Draken said grabbing at one of your tits roughly and your body trembled at his additional touch of pleasure “Taka! Feels so good, want more!” You shouted grabbing hold of the other boob that was being neglected and squeezing it tightly. Mitsuya would never say this, especially not to your face, hell he was even feeling bad thinking about it but you were such a slutty girl…he loved it though. You wanted so much more of him despite having two dicks being shoved inside of both your holes.

Draken grinned at his friend “Give ‘er what she wants, huh? She ain’t gonna stop begging until you do.” He said pinching your nipple making you shout “Kenny! Bein’ mean…” Your complaints were ignored as Mitsuya had a matching grin to his dragon twin. His fingers tightened around your neck and he began to rapidly fuck into your recently deflowered hole, his bony pelvis and hips were probably going to be bruised at the end of this. “Ugh! S-So good…!” You moaned uncontrollably as you felt your orgasm coming extremely quickly.

It was gonna hit you like a fucking bus. Coming out of nowhere and coming quickly.

“Ah! Cumming! ‘M cummin! Cum with me please, please, want it so bad!” Your moans were quick and all in one breath as your mouth opened into a wide ‘O’ releasing whorish and high-pitched moans “Go ahead, we’re right behind you.” Draken said with a strained grunt as his pace quicked, his rhythm still matched with his friend’s despite this. You let your orgasm come over you as you breathed heavily and sharply as if it was your last breath on earth and it truly felt like it.

You came all over Draken as you yelped and just like he said, he was right behind you, releasing himself all in your warm hole painting the plush walls in a translucent white liquid “Shit…can I cum in?” Mitsuya asked putting his forehead on your shoulder while rutting into your ass and you nodded with a hum tiredly, Mitsuya didn’t waste a single millisecond to burst into your ass copying draken’s actions in dirting your hole and making an absolute mess of it “Wanna stay inside for a little bit…Can I?” The male behind you asked and your heart fluttered at how kind he sounded, you nodded as you collapsed onto Draken’s chest all sweaty and fucked out.

Mitsuya was really the perfect person to be with you and Draken…you guys should do this more.

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[angelpuns]

50au Part 22

“Sooooooooo, Raphael,  right? Where'd you all get your names, anyway?” Leo asked, leaning a little too far into Raph’s space. 

Once Mikey and Donnie had set out on their ingredient-hunt, Raph had helped Leo to the TV room to watch a movie. And instead of watching Leo was asking him questions. 

“ cause they're a little too matchy-matchy to mine, ya know? Makes this whole thing seem like total bullshit,” 

Raph sighed, not daring to look at Leo right now. He was still working on…on being present when it came to hanging out with Leo. It wasn't that he didn't want to hang around his little brother, just sometimes if he looked at him too long he started thinking about…the krang. And nearly killing him. 

And now he got to add the ‘ watch him almost bleed out’ and ‘remember holding him down and tranquilizing him’ to the mix, which was making it really, really hard to not let his mind drift off. 

Because he really, really needed to keep an eye on Leo. Donnie had mentioned that even he didn't know if Leo was faking or not, and that he could try and make a run for it. 

Fucked up leg or not. 

Just when things were getting better for them. For him. Just when Raph and Leo were starting to be normal around each other again, everything seemed to blow up.

“ Pops named us, that's why they match. He was goin' through a super weird art history phase back then, had a buncha random books about it,” He answered, sighing. Raph knew he shouldn't ask at the risk of it making him upset, but he needed to know, “if Pops wasn't there, how'd you get your name?”

Leo leaned out of his space with a laugh, “I was watchin' Romeo and Juliet and thought he was pretty. But Romeo didn't fit me, so I took the actor's name instead,” 

Raph couldn't help but laugh, that sounded like something Leo would do. It was kind of a relief to know that even though his memories didn't have any family, he was the same old Leo. 

“ Sounds like somethin' you'd do, yeah,” He snorted, “once a middle child, always a middle child,” 

“ Yeah, well, I was actually an only child, soooo” Leo shrugged. 

Raph didn't day anything about that. He didn't know what to say. Obviously Leo didn't really believe them, and Raph sure as hell wasn’t gonna be able to convince him. Even Mikey couldn't convince him. 

They were quiet for a while, before Raph finally spared a glance at his brother. 

Leo looked tired. He was watching the movie, but his eyes kept fluttering closed before opening again with a start. Even when he was relaxing against the arm of the couch, Raph could see the tension in his arms and legs. Like he might need to run at any second. It made Raph's chest ache and that persistent fog on the edge of his brain start Creeping in. His little brother was scared  of him. 

As he should be, though. Raph seemed unable to do anything but hurt him, after all. 

“ Didn't sleep well?” He rumbled, instead of spewing all the bullshit that was building up in his head. This wasn't a good idea either, he knew that, but it was better than sitting in silence watching Leo be scared of him. 

Leo glanced over, shrugging a little and fixing his expression into something less exhausted and more neutral. 

“ Eh, but I don't sleep well normally anyway,” He started, opening his mouth to say more and then shutting it again. 

“ yeah, I know. You didn't sleep a ton right after the- “ Raph cut himself off. It was probably not a good idea to bring that up. He didn't want to make Leo even more scared or panic by talking about it. 

He'd gotten better about it in the last couple of months. They all had. But it felt like all progress was out the door on the face of this curse. 

Leo sighed, “...yeah. Had a lot of… a lot of nightmares..” 

Raph swallowed. He really, really didn't want to talk about this. But maybe this would help Leo feel…safe. He didn't know. It felt like the wrong choice to make,but Raph had never been known for making the best choices, even before the invasion. 

“You had one last night?” he murmured, “ That why you were watchin’ the camera light?”

Leo pulled his legs up to his chest, wincing a little when he pulled the injured one up, “ ….yeah. I guess it looked kinda like..when I was stuck in the…well, I guess you know,” 

“ Yeah. I know,” Raph murmured. 

It was quiet again for a moment, the sound of a Lou Jitsu fight playing on the screen, cheesy sound effects and all. 

He cleared his throat. He was going to regret this, but Leo didn't seem anymore tense than before. 

“ You had a nightmare the second day, too,” He murmured, “ that's why Donnie's set up all these crazy precautions and stuff. We didn't want you gettin' scared and runnin' away again…gettin’ hurt bad again,” 

Leo was looking at him. He wasn't looking st his brother, but he could see Leo's gaze on him in his peripherals. Raph couldn’t tell what expression he was making, but he hoped it wasn't scared. He didn't want to see Leo scared anymore. 

“ …oh. Right. That makes sense..” Leo murmured, “ you guys didn't mention that in the video, I- I didn't know that happened….”

“ um…” 

Raph didn't move. Leo put a hand on his arm, “ Look, I'm real sorry about running before…i mean, I really wanted to rjn in this morning, don't get me wrong, but…maybe…i mean this makes some sense, ya know?”

Raph blinked. It was one of the only genuine apologues he'd heard coming from Leo. And he was totally lucid, unlike after the invasion when he'd- 

Don't think about that, Raph. Don't thjk about that right noe. 

“ H-hey, that's okay. I mean, I'da been scared and run off, too,” Raph chuckled, “  a big guy like me comin' in and wakin' you up after a nightmare, I mean, it'd scare anyone”

Leo chuckled and gave him a little pat, “You’re not scary, Raph. From what I can tell, you're just a big ole softie,” 

Leo yawned, stretching his arms up and relaxing back into the cushions, “ I'll bet you wouldn't hurt a fly” 

Raph had been so happy and relieved to hear the first statement that the second one hit like a ton of bricks. He was going to be sick. 

If only Leo knew. If only he knew what Raph had done. Both when he was under the influence of the krang and when he wasn't. Leo would be so scared of him. He should be so scared of him. 

Raph felt like he couldn't move. Not a muscle. He couldn't move or else he'd break whatever trust Leo had in him because if he moved, Leo would know. He'd know to be afraid of Raph. He'd know he wasn't safe like this, not with Raph. 

So he didn't. He sat there and stared through the projector screen, afraid to move or think or breathe. Afraid to even look at Leo again. 

And eventually, Leo scooted closer and closer, sleepily burying his face in his arm and murmuring that he trusted him. He trusted Raph. And that he was just going to take a little nap if that was okay.

Raph didn't move a muscle.

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I feel like I'm maybe not as good at writing Raph POV so this was interesting to do. I just find his POV difficult cause I having practiced it as much is all.

Anyway he's got a lot of conflicted feelings cause on one hand he wants Leo to trust him more than anything but on the other all he's done lately is hurt Leo and Leo doesn't even KNOW.

Anyway enjoy, I'm queuing this and I will add links later cause I'm sleepy

Part 1 | Part 21 | Part 23

[niphredil-14]

ROTTMNT With a Witch! S/o

Just a quick reminder that requests are open!

Leonardo:

- we all know that Leo is a magic nerd, though he may have a slight preference for stage magic over the actual, less show-y magick.

-i feel like Leo would love to have a witch as a partner, and would probably get into some basic, low energy types of spells as a result. He would be your biggest fan, and would want to help with most of your spells.

-he will be devastated if you say no, but sometimes it's just easier without this tease-prone ball of energy inside of the circle, you know?

-will BEG for you to do spells for him!! even for the smallest issue, he would be kneeling at your feet giving them the biggest puppy eyes with a matching pout.

-i can see him getting into glamour magick as a primary form of magick for him.

-all the magick-themed pick up lines. anytime you do anything he just tells you how you've enchanted him and how he's completely under your spell, how he's convinced that he must have drank a love potion, etc.

Donatello:

-not a fan for a good long while. will go on about his "science is fa superior to your little dumdum magic!!" until you hit him with the "magick's success and cause and effect has stood the test of time, people would not use it if it did not work. and btw magick is just science that we don't yet have the technology to understand."

-after that he would be like "okay challenge accepted!" and would probably conduct a ton of experiments on the movement and manipulation of subtle energies, and how the placebo affect effects spellwork, etc.

-i feel like he wouldn't participate in any spellwork outside of his experiments, at least not until he got his ninpo, at which point he would do a ton of studying about the occult.

-he'll warm up to it eventually, but i don't think it would ever be something that he ever really found a passion in.

-i could see him combine some of his chemistry knowledge with your occult knowledge to help you with potions though!

-he might like tech magick, or adding spells/sigils in with his tech, but i don't think you'd ever find him doing any more than that unless you get him to.

Michaelangelo:

-IS ENTRANCED

-loves magick, loves mystics, loves you

-would take any and every oppurtunity to engage with/ help with your magick! He wants you to teach him everything you know, and I feel like he would learn a whole lot on his own, and the two of you would just bounce ideas off of each other.

-we all know that Mikey becomes a super powerful mystic, so with you by his side?? power couple!! (everyone is afraid of the two of you.)

Raphael:

-supportive but does not understand. like at all.

-will bring you every crystal he sees, every rock, every branch, every flower, and (if you're a vulture culture kinda witch) every bone.

-he likes to watch you do magick if you're comfortable with it, but wouldn't dare try to participate in the spell. he's just a big ol' fanboy.

-i feel like he would love protection magic, it's very important as someone with a job as dangerous as his. if you were to make him some kind of protection amulet, he would probably cry. He's the oldest, he's used to having to protect everyone else, he's not used to anyone trying to protect him. He would never take it off, and if it ever did it's job as much as it could, and finally broke, he would cry, please make him another.

-he would probably crochet some blank poppets for you, that could easily be customized.

April:

-SO FUCKIN INTO IT

-(please help her make fun and flashy assignments that won't backfire like Donnie's tech does!)

-I think she would love to help out in your spells as much as you'll let her, but knows better than to overstep. This is your thing, she understands that you're the boss when it comes to mystic stuff, and just enjoys being along for the ride.

-would pay you to do spells for her, she isn't a fuckin freeloader (like LEO), she knows that it's a craft, and that the hard work you do deserves to be compensated, and if you don't let her paay you for spells because you love her, then she'll just insist on paying for your next date, or buying you that trinket you've had your eye on for a while. you can't stop her.

Cassandra:

-she only cares if you can do spells to help her conquer the world (and if you can hex her enemies c:<)

-no but forreal i think she would love to have a witch lover, and would want to participate, she'd be the BEST at raising energy for spellwork and ritual!

-i think she'd actually make a super powerful practitioner once she learned how to direct her energy

-she would 100% collect bones, so if you're the type of witch to like that, then she may just give you a few from her collection.

-bitch would SLAY at baneful magick

Casey Jr.:

-an alt boy and his witchy partner, is there a better combo than that?

-seriously though, I feel like he would love to just sit around while you were doing magick, he likes to watch, and likes it even more if you teach him anything.

-i feel like he would really only ever use magick for others though. Like if he was struggling, the thought of doing a spell to help himself doesn't even cross his mind, but one of his friends or family members has even the slightest issues and he's jumping for his athame (he would def mainly use an athame, a pretty basic and minimalistic one though).

-another one who just brings you anything he can find that's even slightly related to your craft, and brags about how amazing you are to everyone, all the time.

-please teach him how to use tarot, he wants to commune with the spirits. he'll be responsible, he swears c:

[daflangstlairde-art]

lightning in our fingertips today

Work 1 of DFL's Whumptober 2024

Summary:

Donnie and Leo get hit with a wayward body swap spell. You could say it gives Donnie a new perspective on the matters of his dear twin. When was Leo going to tell them that his Ninpō hurts him?

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Raph was, in fact, able to fit through Donnie’s portal, though it was a tight squeeze, him and his bombastic size. Which was beneficial as always, considering today’s foe. 

“Mikey!” Leo yelled in Donnie’s voice, but with his own Leader Voice™, “He's gonna bring down that building, there's people–” 

“ON IT!” Mikey yelled back, which was as much of a relief as it wasn't. He was one of their heavy hitters, yet nimble and dexterous enough to greatly evade the giant robot they were fighting at the moment. 

Oh, yeah, by the way. They’re fighting a big robot, controlled by one boy wannabe-genius Baxter Stockboy. 

(That little twerp was lucky the robot was bulky and colored and didn’t quite resemble the K–)

“I’LL SHOW YOU WHO'S A LITTLE TWERP!” the kid belted through the robot’s intercom, swinging yet another massive fist. He wasn't quite Godzilla sized, thankfully, he was smaller than that Purple Dragons mech; but he was big enough to cause some concerning destruction. Especially with his uncoordinated piloting of the thing, and he had the gall to call himself a kid genius, Donnie could do better in his sleep–!

Ahem.

Raph was matching him swing for swing, taking the brunt of the damage.

What was Donnie doing during all this?

Oh, not much, thanks for asking. Mostly feeling useless. 

Leon’s swords were akin to toothpicks compared to this guy’s sheer size. Metal against metal? Not very useful. And it was becoming horribly evident to Donnie just how much they’ve grown to rely on Leo’s portals during battle—moving them in and out and sideways and up and down at a constant pace based on so, so much trust of his sheer capability to conceptualize and execute it all in mere seconds. 

And yes, sure, Donnie would try. He would eat one of Raph’s post-workout socks before he ever said Leo was smarter than him! 

If it wasn't for the NEAR-LITERAL SHOCKS OF EVERY PORTAL. 

(Yes, he had attempted the thing where Leo hurled his sword and teleported to it. It made him immediately bend over and almost vomit. Woo.) 

And Donnie wouldn't be feeling quite so cripplingly superfluous in this altercation, if he wasn't watching Leo use his own mystic powers unbothered. 

He watched Leo laugh with his voice, whizzing through the air with his hover shell. He watched Leo summon a construct of a large rocket at the end of the bō, spinning in a circle for momentum and slamming it into Stockbot, synchronizing it with Raph’s attack to try and bring the robot down. Leo then immediately flew away, flipping and stumbling through the air to avoid the big hand attempting to snatch him. He readied several constructs of... something... sharp, not any specific object (he was already building his personalized way of using Donnie’s Ninpō–), and sent them off to barrage the control punct of the robot. It had admittedly durable defenses, unfortunately, but if they just managed to crack it open, Donnie could get inside and disable it.

Or he could just portal in, haha! Not.

Donnie swallowed the thorns in his throat. His right shoulder hurt, sending its painful pulses down his arm and between his shoulder blades as well.

It– it was an awful feeling. It was choking and freezing, this inner mockery of useless useless useless. 

What good was he, as the robot punched Raph so hard his projection wavered? What good was he, as Stockbot slapped Leo and sent him hurling through the air? What good was he, as concrete and glass rained down from all the fighting, narrowly avoiding Mikey as he rushed people out with the help of his chains?

(There were more people than they thought, Mikey sure was taking his time–)

What good was he, small and weak? What good was he, with complicated and janky portals? 

What good was he, cocky and arrogant with nothing to show for it? What good was he, lazy and careless? 

What good was he, a leader stationary in the middle of a fight? 

What good was he, letting his BROTHERS get HURT?! 

What good was he alive when they were DY–?! 

“NO YOU STUPID MUTANTS–!”

“MIKEY GET OUT FROM–” 

Donnie was snapped back to reality at the sound of his own voice, and then there was a massive crash as finally, finally the robot was sent toppling over.

...Right into an already compromised building, concrete and glass and supports all shattering and crumbling under his weight. 

“MIKEY!” 

“MIKEY–”

“NO!”

Crumbling right on top of their little brother. 

(And, like, a whole bunch of people, or whatever.)

And Donnie was hurling a sword through the air before he thought twice about it. And to the same melody, only the afterimage of purple flew through his vision, and then everything. Collapsed. 

Donnie braced in place, going into his shell for protection as rocks fell to the ground and shattered. Car horns going off, glass shards raining, dust and pebbles kicking up and expanding outwards and making him hack and cough even hidden inside. 

“MIKEY!” Raph’s yell was loud enough to echo off alongside the cacophony of the scene. The creaking and crashing kept going off, alarms blaring, people yelling, sirens in the distance getting nearer. 

And judging by the sudden oddness of some of the sounds, Donnie immediately knew exactly what his older brother was trying to do. 

“RAPH WAIT NO!” Donnie shot out of Leo’s shell, picking up the one katana still with him, that he'd dropped. He coughed in the middle of all the dust, but the red glow of Raph’s Ninpō was easily visible through it. 

“I’M GETTING ‘EM OUT!” 

“NO!” Donnie insisted, desperate. “RAPH, LISTEN!” 

And Raph paused, hands on the rubble of the collapsed building. 

“Leo used my Ninpō, he probably created a pocket of SPACE for them!” Donnie yelled up at him, “Do NOT move the rest! You may set the structural integrity off and SEND IT ALL CRASHING ON TOP OF THEM!” 

He couldn't quite make out Raph’s expression at this, though the dust was settling. However, so very carefully, his older brother put aside the pieces he was already holding. 

“And YOU!” Donnie snarled at Stockboy, flying away through an emergency parachute and ditching the robot in the still-collapsing remains of the building. Dust was still being unsettled, so he couldn’t even see the kid’s face. “You better DEAL WITH THIS!”

“What do you want me to do?! I CAN’T EVEN GET THE MECH OUT BECAUSE YOU TURTLES BROKE IT!” Stockboy seethed. However, he sounded much less confident than before. Notes of nervousness, perhaps guilt in his voice. Donnie would guess he did NOT mean for all this to get so out of hand. 

“Then what the heck do we do?!” Raph exclaimed, panicky. 

“I– I sent a sword in there!” Donnie informed him, “I can... get them out!” he stated, though he himself was... unsure quite how to do that. Uh. Uh. 

(Useless good for nothing selfish they're dead because of you you're NOTHING–)

He squeezed his eyes shut, trembling beneath the weight of... of... of whatever he was feeling, what was he feeling?! 

Panic, surely. He had to get their brothers out of there. 

Raph dissipated his projection to come up to him and place his hands on his shoulders—Leo’s shoulders, Leo was in there, they were going to die–

“Hey, hey, L– Dee, it's okay,” Raph spoke and Donnie latched onto it. “Breathe, brother,” 

Argh, right, he'd forgotten to do that, what with all the dust. But it was settled now, and Donnie gasped in a proper breath, and then another, and another, coughing a little.

“You've got this!” Raph clapped his back, looking towards the debris. People were coming out to crowd around the massive pile of crumbling concrete, concerned and scared for those trapped inside.

Right, Donnie had to get them out. Right. 

...How in the FLIPPY TIME AND SPACE was he going to get them out?! His body felt too tight, and he felt overwhelmed. There was some tar-like feeling absolutely choking his lungs (hateful inadequacy). It felt like there was a building collapsed on top of him. 

“I, I...” 

“It's okay! You've got this Don! You just gotta focus!” Raph encouraged him. And... and that did help. A smidge. 

Even though Raph’s claim was entirely baseless. 

Even though he was useless he's always been useless all he’ll ever be good for is GETTING THEM KILLED–

Donnie bonked his head with a fist, clenching his jaw. He had to focus. 

Focus on the sword. 

Focus on your brothers. 

Focus on how needed you are. Focus on how much you love them.

Focus on– why couldn't Donnie just focus?! 

Human emergency personnel were arriving to deal with the immediate damages of the situation. The Invasion was a mere month ago, the city still hadn't healed from that; this won't be their priority for long. Save whoever you can, add another wreckage to the tally. 

Donnie needed to get his brothers out. So why couldn't he? 

There was a background screaming in his head. Drowning out everything else with you're useless you've always been useless you're nothing without them you're nothing to compared to them. Selfish and arrogant and lazy and uncoordinated and mean and annoying and unpredictable. Waste of space of air of life, they're so much better off without you. 

You should've went into that building. You should've bit the bullet and endured the wreckage and made yourself worth something for once in your pathetic life. 

(Donnie was on the ground, curled up, hands pressed to the sides of his head. He wanted to vocally beg it all to just shut up shut up SHUT UP–)

You should've made better calls during the fight, you should've moved, you should've done SOMETHING besides STANDING there and being WORTHLESS. 

You were supposed to LEARN. You were supposed to be BETTER and you couldn't even do THAT. You RUINED them, you've ruined them your ENTIRE LIFE and you will never, EVER stop. 

You died once and it didn't even stick. 

Might as well have STAYED DEA– 

—

Donnie had a meltdown in the middle of the wreckage. Donnie almost threw up on the ground while his oldest brother held him, desperately trying to figure out how to help. Donnie felt like screaming. Donnie felt like taking the katana, Leo’s katana, and– 

...

Thankfully, he calmed down faster than the emergency services work. Or... “calmed down” is... too good of a label. Really, something inside him cut into his flesh, and his thoughts gained a metallic sharpness to them. 

Hand clutching onto a singular katana. His right hard, the shoulder of which was hurting for literally no reason. 

But it's fine! It's fine. He is. So fine. 

He was not fine at all but he needed to act. 

He could teleport to the other katana, because he was eighty three percent sure he landed it right next to Mikey, having planned to–

...To what? Teleport into the midst of an actively collapsing building? Insane. Why did he do that?! That made no sense!

But now, it could be buried under nothing but rocks. Not ideal, for sure. 

Portal, then. 

...GAH, except how was he supposed to portal in there when he doesn't know exactly where “there” IS?! 

Donnie let out a long high-pitched sound, teeth clenched, throwing the damn sword to the ground hard enough for it to bounce off. 

“Donnie, Dee, hey, heeeyy, it's okay!” Raph was still trying to calm him down. He was fretting, he was freaking out too. Leo was usually the one to stay calm. Leo wasn't with them right now. 

...Wait. WAIT. 

Donnie whipped his arm up, pressing on the comm, oh he'd completely forgotten their comms! 

“Leo, Mikey, come in,” he demanded with a cold, desperate edge to it. “Leo, Mikey, come in. Come in.”

Raph huddled close, fidgeting and wide-eyed and smelling of concern–

A crackle. Coughing. 

“Donnie!” Mikey exclaimed, and Donnie felt relief douse over him and Raph like a fire extinguisher. “We're okay! ...Well. Sort of. THERE'S A BUNCH OF US! You gotta get us out!!!” 

“Any bright ideas on how to do that, Michael?!” Donnie said through teeth. 

There was a pause. Someone speaking in the background, and if Donnie strained, he could recognize–

“Leo says your– I mean his sword is here!!!” Mikey exclaimed. 

Oh, oh dear chocolate chip muffins, thank you Universe.

“Leo, answer your comm!” Raph exclaimed into his own, voice cracking. Wait, why didn't he think to contact them earlier– 

(He was busy dealing with his useless meltdown–)

“He uh, kinda can't at the mo!” Mikey replied instead. 

“WHAT?!” 

“HE'S OKAY! But he's using Donnie’s Ninpō to hold up the rocks from crushing us!” 

Oh. Oh. 

Oh, that was an excellent idea. Once again Donnie profusely thanked the Universe. They were okay. 

He exhaled, infused with relief.

“Alright, put him on with yours then,” Donnie pointed out.

“Oh. Right.” shuffling, 

“Heeeyyy bros,” Leo’s—or, well, technically Donnie’s—straining voice came through the comm. 

“Leo, how do I–?!” 

“Okay D-boy, listen up,” Leon immediately began, and Donnie listened up. “You don't have much space to get in here, but you can use the sword as an anchor, mkay? I’m sorry bro, I know they’re not all fun, but we're gonna need another portal,” 

“Okay.” Donnie said readily, the clear guidance settling the vibrating animal inside his brain. 

He was prepared. He knew he'd do anything for his family, anytime. It was never a question. 

“You just gotta focus on it. Think of it as, like... uh... hm... the swords are like– like the same, right? So think of them as one object! And that object just exists simultaneously in two places at the same time, like... like that guy Schröder’s cat or whatever–”

“You mean Schrödinger's cat?” Donnie deadpanned. 

“Yes, exactly! Both are equally–” a grunt, background speaking, “–possible at the same time, right? So you just... get one to be the one you focus on instead, which is the current one. And it's just, like– same with taking people with you,”

That... made positively no sense. 

...And yet. It was far, far more logic than to just wing it, to go by the feeling of it. Far more logic and, quite frankly, science than doing it like magic. 

It... occurred to Donnie that Leo has never spoken of how his mystic abilities actually worked. It's always been “Oh, you know how it is, haha,” or “I just fhwip and slash and boom, portal!” or such. 

Donnie would not have guessed in a million years that his twin actually put that much thought into it all. And all so physics-based, too. 

“Dee?” 

“Yeah, yes, I understand,” Donnie stated, and to his shock, he... may have even meant that. “Alright, if we're lucky—see you in a moment, Nardo,” Donnie started getting back to his feet.

“Hey,” Leo’s, or, well, his own voice with Leo’s tone made him pause. 

“Yeah?” 

“You've got this,” 

Said so sincerely. So full of trust and love and faith. Leo’s smile was audible. And Raph put his hand on Donnie’s shoulder and smiled, echoing the same. 

Leo actually knew what the portals are like. Leo had easily used Donnie’s Ninpō. So maybe, he did know what he was talking about when he said that.

Donnie took a deep breath, and picked up the sword for the umpteenth time.

—

It is nauseating, it is painful, and quite frankly, it is draining. Bafflingly draining. But Donnie got into the little pocket that Leo was holding up using abstract constructs of supports, and then Donnie made as big of a portal as he could for all of them to exit through. 

They left the authorities to deal with the remains of today’s failure, and instead headed home. For which Donnie had to muster up yet another unpleasant portal. 

Agh. If he’d just... managed to swallow down his hesitation during the fight, all of this could’ve been prevented! This entire mess! 

Well. At least his brothers were okay. 

“You’re not hurt? Anywhere? You’re sure?” Raph fretted over Mikey, as they all went through the portal to their living room.

“Yes, Raph, I’m sure,” Mikey insisted for the fourth time, getting more irritable about it. “It is literally JUST a sprained wrist, do you see my intestines spilling out from it?!”

“...no,”

“Then I’M FINE!” Mikey threw his hands in exasperation. 

“Leo? What about you?” Donnie directed. Leo was strangely quiet, just grinning in amusement off to the side. 

Was he tired? Or was he staying out of it on purpose in order to not call attention to himself? 

...Or... was he being strangely quiet? Now that Donnie thought about it...

...Huh. Leo was quiet a lot, recently. Not to the point where any of them would notice, but he’s been less annoying than ever. 

Donnie had just attributed it to him becoming a bit more serious after the Invasion. Or perhaps as a natural effect of growing up and maturing from a rowdy teenager—a settling into contentment. 

But now that he was wearing Donnie’s face... well. Like all the other... points of notice, it was only becoming evident now. Donnie would bet their other two brothers hadn’t noticed any change in Leo’s presence whatsoever, either.

“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m all good,” Leo shrugged, easy, idly twirling Donnie’s bō. A neutral smile on his face. 

“Are your hands hurting?” Donnie asked. 

“What?” Leo blinked at him. 

“You know,” Donnie gestured. When his twin’s expression didn’t clear in understanding, he continued, “Because of the Ninpō...? You said it hurts you to use it as well, right?” he pointed out. 

“Oh–” Leo opened his mouth to respond–

“It hurts you to use it?” Raph frowned. “What??? But you were training with it yesterday and today?” 

Donnie’s eyes shot to Leo at the newly revealed information.

...What? 

Leo had practiced using his Ninpō???

That explained how he was so proficient with it during the altercation, but... but he said it hurt him! Did he lie about it??? But why???

Or did he simply... bite the bullet, power through the hurt to train?

But that was–! Leo? Taking initiative to train? When he had a perfectly good reason not to?? What????

“Yeah, I mean,” Leo shrugged, chuckling, stepping away. “It wasn’t that bad, and hey, it paid off, right?” he twirled Donnie’s bō. “Speaking of, dude, Dee, I totally get why you fly so much with this thing, it was awesome, bro you really are epic with this tech stuff–” Leo gestured with a thumb to the battle shell on his back, turning around, and wait what is that– “I’ll go leave it uuuhhhh you said in the lab, right? Should I leave the staff there too–”

Donnie rushed forwards before Leo could slip away and yanked him back by the mask tails. 

“All good, huh?” Donnie repeated Leon’s earlier answer, sharp. “Then what is this?” he flicked the bruise on the back of Leo’s head, making him wince. Well, technically Donnie’s head. Eugh, that won’t be fun to deal with once he's back in his body. 

Leo’s smile turned sheepish. “Huh? What’s what? Do I have something on my head–?” he reached over to feel the spot. 

Oh. Did he really not notice the... frankly big bruise deepening in color as they spoke...? 

Donnie squinted at his twin’s face. Well, his own face currently being worn by his twin, except with Leo’s blue mask. 

Hm. 

Instead of replying, Donnie just began dragging Leo to the kitchen for a bag of frozen peas. Leo-in-his-body felt heavier than him-in-Leo’s-body, and Donnie chose to blame it on the battle shell. And not on the weird nausea that came with having a full meal. 

Leo complained, but it was more jokey than anything, dramaticized. It brought a little more normalcy to this entire situation. But not enough normalcy. Because it still felt off. 

Maybe it’s because of the body switch, Donnie kept excusing to himself. But all these teensy tiny things were shaping up to an ugly picture. A concerning picture. 

Donnie was concerned for his twin. 

But they really were very tiny things, things Donnie most definitely could be overthinking. Seeing signs where there are none. Symptoms caused by much more reasonable reasons

Maybe Leo did simply become more responsible and decided to train. Maybe he found it fun to goof around with Donnie’s Ninpō and just called it training. Maybe he really didn’t feel whatever whacked him on the head hard enough to cause the nasty bruising. Maybe the nausea was Donnie’s own distaste for food heightened by being in a whole different body. Maybe Leo was just as loud and talkative as he was pre-Invasion and it was only Donnie’s perception that was altered by other factors. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Donnie slapped his hand over the light switch in the kitchen, and Leo winced, squinting. 

Donnie opened the freezer and shoved the bag of frozen veggies into Leo’s hands. With a “Aw you’re being such a sweet pea,” Leo pressed it to the back of his head. 

“Stay here,” Donnie demanded, and then strode out of the room. He needed a penlight. 

“Dee?” Mikey asked as he passed by, a bit concerned. 

“I’m fine, just gotta take care of a certain moron,” Donnie exhaled through his—Leo’s—nose. 

He fetched a pen light from med bay. He returned to the kitchen, where the rest of his brothers had gathered. 

He returned just as Leo was seemingly trying to smoothly exit, actually, but Donnie wasn’t letting that happen. He took Leo by the arm and brought him to sit at the kitchen island, instead. The way Leo went along with it made Donnie doubt whether he’d actually been trying to leave. Maybe he’d just moved out of Raph’s way or something. 

“Eyes open, look over here,” Donnie situated himself in front of Leo. Leo blinked, and turned his eyes towards Donnie. Donnie clicked the penlight on and shone it at Leo’s eyes. 

Immediately, Leo winced and snapped his eyes shut, turning away from the light with a complaint of “Dude, are you trying to blind me–” 

“Leonardo, what date is it?” Donnie clicked the penlight off, crossing his arms. Leo’s arms, technically. 

“Um, I dunno, Thursday,” Leo huffed, rubbing his eyes with a hand. 

Wow. First question and he already got it wrong. Impressive. But, to be fair, it was Leo, it’s not like he was the master of keeping track of time. That would be Donnie. 

“Can you spell your name backwards?”

“Okay, that one is just unfair–”

“Can you stand up and hop on one foot three times?” Donnie stepped back to give him space. 

Instead, Leo just squinted at him. “...Dude, I don’t have a concussion,” he snorted. “I’d know if I did,”

“Uh-huh,” that remained to be seen. But this did remind Donnie of how Leo had performed the very same checks on him just yesterday, right after they got switched up. Donnie ran through Leo’s behavior since then, to check if that’s actually when the concussing occurred. 

If it was, Leo had covered it up excellently. 

“Then you won’t have trouble hopping on one foot three times, hmmmm?” Donnie raised his brow ridges. He hadn’t bothered with asking questions such as “Are you dizzy?” because at this point, he had a well-educated guess exactly what Leo’s answer would be. They needed concrete evidence on this.

Leo huffed a laugh and rolled his eyes. Donnie watched him catch the eyes of their other two brothers with the gesture. The way they were watching. Also waiting for him to simply do it. 

That’s what finally incited Leo to sigh, and push himself up to his feet, eyes squinting again. He put the bag of frozen vegetables on the kitchen island, and stood on one foot. 

Safe to say, he absolutely did have a concussion. 

And he hadn’t mentioned even a word about it. Nay, when Donnie outright asked after his well-being, Leo lied. 

...

The question was, why?

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

How Would The Two Of You Work Through A Problem?

BatmanVsTmnt!Turtles x reader

Warnings: Spelling

Leonardo:

As a boyfriend, Leo is the epitome of chivalry and loyalty. He's the one who plans thoughtful surprises, whether it's a rooftop dinner overlooking the city or a quiet movie night in the lair. His protective nature extends to your well-being, and he's always there to offer a strong and steady presence. Leonardo values communication and is open to discussing anything, making sure you feel heard and understood.

Yet Leo can be moody and quiet when something is bothering him. He may not hold grudges, but he will remember things that have happened. It can take him quite some time before he opens up about a problem, and when it happens it’s usually when he’s about to explode and meditation doesn’t help anymore. You often have to remind him that people aren’t mind readers, and if he has a problem he needs to communicate it.

Leo knows it’s a problem and actively works on it. He had found that dairies often helps him. With time he becomes better at communicating when something is bothering him. It usually starts with him telling you he needs a hug or a moment alone, before he ever so slowly explains what’s going on in his head. Raph didn’t listen to him, and that day it hurt him emotionally. Mikey broke his gift from Master Splinter, and even though it was an accident he took it personally. You didn’t catch it last night when he told you he loved you, and he knows you probably just didn’t hear him, but he started to overthink. With practice it becomes easier for him, and he is forever grateful that you was patient with him. You spend long hours with him, talking through his feelings about his brother's actions, before he would talk to them himself, calm and collective.

Raphael:

Raph, is a fiercely protective boyfriend with a soft spot for you. He's not one for grand gestures, but his actions speak louder than words. Raphael is the one who stands up for you when needed, and his loyalty is unwavering. Underneath the tough exterior, he cares deeply and expresses his love through actions, whether it's training together or silently sharing a quiet moment.

But if there’s one thing Raph has issues with, it’s trust issues. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, because he does, but he doesn’t trust the people around you. Steven at work complimented you? Alex from class asked you for a pen? Well, Raph will tell you what he thinks about it, often with colorful words. It has caused sarcastic comments and screaming matches between the two of you.

It was after one particularly bad argument that you and Raph came to the agreement that it couldn’t go on like that. You and him would say things you didn’t mean in the heat of the moment, hurting both of you. It wasn’t easy to start the conversation, but both of you wanted to fix this before it could ruin more than it already had. You talked about what caused the arguments, and how you both felt about it. Both of you gave each other time to speak out, listening closely and patiently at what the other had to say. You talked about Raph’s insecurities when it came to the human guys from school and work you told him about, and how it made him feel. You talked about how you felt like Raph didn’t trust you, when in actuality his anger and insecurities was directed at them. It was a conversation the two of you would have several times. Not because you guys didn’t listen, but because it was nice. It helped Raph feel more secure in his own feelings by voicing them, and it helped you gain a greater insight into his emotions.

Donatello:

Donnie, the tech genius, is a caring and supportive boyfriend. He's the type to stay up late working on a project just to make a gadget that would make your life easier. His passion for knowledge extends to understanding you on a deep level, and he's a great listener. Donatello is always ready to help you solve problems, and his sense of humor adds a lightness to the relationship.

Donnie will often focus on fixing the problem instead of listening to what the problem is. You deeply appreciate it and adore him for trying, but sometimes you just need him to sit down and listen to what you’re feeling, without telling you what you should do about it, along with the numbers behind his thoughts and how he came to the conclusion. You know it’s just him trying to help, but it is not what you need at that moment. Donnie couldn’t help but get a little hurt whenever you told him not to talk about numbers and facts.

Finally you and Donnie have a sit down and talk about it. You’re looking for emotional support in these deep personal conversations to feel comfort, and Donnie found comfort in facts and things that could be observed. You agreed to use scales to measure emotions before talking about them. Are you sad? From 1 - 10, 1 being just a little down, and 10 being all the way down in the dumps. That would always make it way easier for Donnie to go into the conversation and be the supporter you needed in that moment. After each you would give each other feedback. Did you feel validated? Did Donnie feel validated? Did one of you accidentally cross a boundary? It is not easy talking about these things, but both you and Donnie are ready to work hard in order to make your relationship work, and to make sure that both of you feel emotionally validated.

Michelangelo:

Mikey is the fun-loving and adventurous boyfriend. Every day with him feels like an exciting journey, filled with laughter and spontaneity. He's the master of surprises, planning impromptu pizza picnics on rooftops or midnight skateboard sessions through the city. Michelangelo's positivity is infectious, and he's the one who can turn a mundane day into an unforgettable adventure.

But sometimes Mikey will do before he thinks. He doesn’t do it out of ill intent and often just doesn’t think about how his actions may affect others. Will eat the leftover pizza you had been dreaming about all day at work or school? He had done that quite a few times. Will do five hours of video games instead of doing that one thing you asked him to do? You had stopped counting, and honestly it made you mad quite a few times.

But how did you and Mikey get through this minor struggle in your relationship, that ever so slowly has started taking up more space in your day to day lives and daily conversations? Both of you realized it might have something to do with Mikey’s ADHD tendencies, which led the two of you to your next question. How do you help a person with undiagnosed and untreated ADHD in their daily life? Well, you couldn’t stop Mikey from eating the pizza, but he did agree on getting you a new one when you came home. That greatly improved both of your moods, especially when he would come back with an extra one for himself, so the two of you could eat together. But when it came to doing daily tasks, you and Mikey took it one step at the time. Post It notes didn’t help much, and neither did a checklist. But body doubling did wonders! You could be sitting in the kitchen doing work or homework, and Mikey would get the dishes done in no time. As long as you were nearby, he found it way easier to overcome whatever task the two of you had agreed on.

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A/N: The lack of Batman Vs Tmnt gif's on the internet is making me slightly agitated.

[j3st3r-13]

Thinkin bout forming a special bond w Michael being totally spoiled by him 🥰

oh anon your so right.

it would start off simple enough, a friend of a friend or a work colleague or maybe you make his coffee in a bean machine. and then he takes an interest in you. Mikey doesn't know what it is about you. what makes you so special? is it how when the light hits you it makes you look like an angel sent down to save him, save him from his failing marriage, from his bratty kids and his path of destruction

maybe it's how you laugh at his shitty jokes, how you dont call him fat or snakey or rude or chubby or treacherous or spineless or hypocritical or a whore. you give him a chance to exist outside his wrongdoings and after that great gift how can he not worship you?

you dont think nothing of it at first. he gives you a new coat when yours get damaged and when your eyes light up, he can feel himself lighting up as well. seeing you pleased lowers his guard it makes you feel good and it makes him feel good. so he keeps going.

a coffee here, a bag there a necklace cause he feels like it. soon your home is spilling with remnants of Michael. you try and convince him that you dont need these silver earring but he won't hear it, you still half heartedly complain, it's practically tradition now. you hope he knows it's because you dont want him to think that your using him, but it doesn't seem like he cares either way. the watch he bought you lies on the side. the flowers he bought you light up the hallway. the boiler he paid to have fixed hums instead of growls now.

and he spoils you in all sorts of other ways as well. entangled in your sheets he praises every movement, worships every inch of skin and blesses every small noise. it makes him feel 20 again, and in your lamps soft light, he looks 20 again. he sheds the eyebags and the wrinkles like the second skin trevor delights on reminding him he wears and crawls into your arms like your his salvation.

its amanda who points it out, a scalding comment about how your practically a sugar baby after he buys your dream car sends the small mention of the gift into a full blown screaming match.

when he leaves again, he drives to you without thinking. he knows the path to your home better then he knows himself. he knows every turn and every traffic light. every obstacle

and when his hand raps against the door, you call him into your home, where his gifts smell like you. your coffee cups spill across the counters. he sees you and kisses you, its beautiful desperately so, the way your teeth clack and a thousand promises slip from his lips, past yours down your throat and into your lungs.

you dont know what makes this kiss so much different from the others until his hand cradles yours and you notice that the cool metal wedding band that haunts you is gone.

and that is the first gift he gives you that you can't bring yourself to oppose

[truths33k3r4]

Day 11- Forced to Go to the Doctor/Medic/Hospital - SIW

Lotus stretched out her arms as she sat cross-legged on the couch, groaning and wincing from the tightness in her limbs left from another restless night. It was far past morning now, slowly creeping into the afternoon as the light of warm rays peeked their heads through the grates above the sewer tunnels. 

Leo had already come through the Living Room earlier, asking about how Lotus slept, to which she replied with a simple, “Fine”. As per usual, he didn’t let her curt answer slide, and pressed her for more details.

What, am I supposed to have a full essay on my levels of sleep ready? Is that a normality in this household? It’s flipping five AM. He’s lucky I’m cognitive enough to speak.

Following a pointlessly draining argument about “being honest” and “not letting her feelings go unchecked”, Leo finally walked back to his room in a huff.

Nice. Not even six in the morning, and I’ve already ticked someone off. This is going to be a great day.

Time drudged past as she remained on the couch, trying to daydream. It was always her go-to at the labs, so she might as well use it here. Daydreaming is like having normal dreams, just without the hassle of trying to sleep. It’s a one-way ticket to blissful unawareness.

“Good morning, Lo!!”

Lotus flinched and groaned as her cold, exhausted form was blinded by the blaring sun of Mikey’s voice. Slowly turning around in an unkempt lump, her eyes fell onto her way too chipper brother bounding into the room like Bambi. His infectious smile fought every muscle in her body to lift her stagnant frown. 

“G’morning, Mikey.” She groused, “Going by the fact that you’re bouncing like a caffeinated rabbit, I’m guessing you most likely slept well.”

Mikey’s smile faltered, and his eyes quickly swelled with something that Lotus couldn’t quite classify.

“...And going by the fact that you’re as sour as Sensei’s tea, I’m guessing you had nightmares… again… I’m sorry.” 

Lotus huffed a mirthless chuckle. It made Mikey’s frown fall deeper.

“Nah, can’t have nightmares if you didn’t-”

Lotus’ tongue tied itself in a knot as she watched the bright ray that was her little brother smother into a dulling flame. There were no tears yet, but there would be soon if she didn’t change the subject now.

“-Uh. I-I mean, I wasn’t sleeping on the floor, so yeah! Sleep was great! Five stars, would totally recommend spending a night on a mattress.” Lotus backpedaled, stammering and stuttering as she attempted to breathe comedic oxygen into the dying flame of Mikey’s smile.

Unfortunately, her kind of comedy didn’t always match her little brother’s.

“Why.. Why would you be sleeping on the floor??” Mikey asked carefully, his pupils growing in size, as his flame continued to shrink into a flickering spark. The compassion in his heart quickly shifted into protective anger. “What the shell did they do to y-”

“-OKAY, I’m gonna go now. It’s fine, I’m fine, I’m here, everything’s fine.” Lotus rapidly spoke, holding up her arms in defeat at her now battle-ready brother. “Just forget it.”

Lotus slinked off the couch, briskly attempting to make her exit from the awkwardness that she caused once again.

Shoulda just kept my mouth shut. Now I broke two brothers in the span of one morning. Fantastic.

Just before she reached the hallway, her conscience ruthlessly beat at her heart. Her swift movements froze as her hands clenched into fists. 

I can’t leave him like that. Just- just try to make him feel better. I have to at least try.

With a sigh, she released the tension digging into her sore muscles, allowing her shoulders to slouch and her fists to slide open. She turned her head around, just catching the disappearing form of her brother walking into the kitchen.

“Mikey?”

Her spotted brother’s head shot up in alert as he turned around to face her.

“Yeah?..” 

Lotus pushed back all the lies lined up to leave her lips, and settled for as bright a smile she could muster.

“I’m alright. I didn’t sleep great, but it’s getting better… I promise I’m okay.”

Mikey’s downcast and concern-filled expression regained some of its warmth by Lotus’ words, as he too mustered a simple but appreciative smile on his face. His small spark grew as it breathed in the air of Lotus’ somewhat good news.

“Okay. Thank you for telling me, Lo. I’m.. I’m glad it’s at least not getting worse.”

“N-no problem.” Lotus shakily spoke, as the foreign words of encouragement and optimism found their way on her tongue. She gave an unconvincing thumbs up with her crooked smile, resulting in Mikey chuckling with a confused look on his face.

“Dude, we need to work on your smile- You look like a teacher returning from summer break.”

EXCUSE ME????

Lotus’ smile quickly sharpened and contorted into a snarl.

“EXCUSE ME????” She bellowed, fully twisting her body around to face her brother, who was now stiff as a board, and slowly edging his way further into the kitchen.

Oh I’m SORRY~ Guess smiles don’t come so naturally to someone who’s been through hell and back. LEAST I’M TRYIN’ HERE!!!

As Lotus’ last frick was given, she launched herself into a sprint headed for her shrieking brother.

IT IS WAY TOO EARLY FOR THIS.

All of Lotus’ limbs ached and begged for rest, but her wounded pride remained at the helm. All throughout the lair she ran after Mikey, leaping and dodging over furniture and even nearly knocking over Raphael. Instead of rebuking her for her temper, Raph simply burst into a fit of laughter, and held his peppermint tea up in a “go, make me proud” motion. 

Not like I needed your permission, but m’kay.

Unfortunately, Mikey’s cleverness won out against Lotus’ brief distraction. Tailing her brother into an unknown sewer tunnel, she screeched to a halt to find he had vanished. 

DANG-FRIGGIN-SON OF A NINJA TURTLE.

Lotus dashed into the shadows looming throughout the tunnel, crouching and waiting for her prey. 

Mikey may be the greatest at hide n seek…

…But he’s the worst at patience.

She positioned herself at the tunnel that led to the kitchen. 

Not even five minutes later, she heard him approaching, humming to himself. The sound of his voice melded with something else… wheels?

She didn’t let the questions stop her. In one quick motion, she leapt out of the shadows, effectively blocking him. 

What she didn’t realize though, was the speed at which Mikey was skateboarding towards her. Before she could shout for him to stop, he collided into her in a screaming explosion of chaos. The air in her lungs shot out of her mouth as Mikey’s elbow slammed into her plastron full-force, leaving her gasping and panting. Her vision flashed white as her head slammed into the concrete. 

Everything went dark.

~ ~ ~

“--otus?!?! LOT-S?!?! -AKE UP!!!!!” 

The world spun as if her head was placed in a washing machine, coiling her stomach with waves of nausea. Her ears rang with pitches that made her wince.

“Ughhhhhh…” 

“LOTUS??? Are you okay!?”

The growing nausea snaking around her tongue forced her to mumble an affirmation rather than speak it. As she tried to move, a hiss squeezed through her clenched teeth by the stinging burns clawing at her knees and elbows.

It.. is way too early… for this.

“Whereee did that train come fromm?” Lotus slurred as she rubbed at the back of her aching skull. A headache had already begun forming, pulsing at the base of her cranium.

“ME? WHAT ABOUT YOU?? What’s with hidin’ in the dark? Are you okay!?” Mikey panicked, gesturing his hands at Lotus’ collapsed body. His shrunk pupils grew in concern as he took note of all the scrapes and bruises scattered over his big sister. Especially the bruise forming at the back of her head. Fortunately for him he remembered to wear his knee and elbow pads, with his gear mostly taking the brunt of the collision.

“MMMmmm f’ne.” Lotus mumbled as she tried to stand, resulting in another strained hiss. 

“EH-EH! NO. BAD. STOP MOVING.” Mikey commanded, kneeling down and gently pushing Lotus back to the ground with his hand on her shoulder. “You’re not speaking right, and you hit your head. Leo’s gonna freak if you just start movin’ around after you got a concussion!”

The thunderous migraine in Lotus’ head was pushed aside by the growing panic creeping from the shadows of her memories. 

~“Hold her still.”~

No.

~“Breathing appears to be normal.”~

No, please no…

~“HOLD HER DOWN!”~

I can’t…

~“This will sting.”~

“I’m gonna try to carry you-” Mikey whispered, squeezing Lotus’ shoulder, and then shifting to reach underneath her. “Leo will want to check you ou-”

“NO!” Lotus choked out in a shattered scream, flailing her arms and legs to deter Mikey from carrying her. The movement only inflamed the sting of her scrapes and bruises, but that didn’t matter. She was not going to do this. Not if she had a choice.

And now she does.

“NO. I’m FINE. Lay off, Mikey.” Lotus growled under her breath, riding out the swirling tides of nausea in the depths of her stomach. “I’m fine. I’ll walk it off.”

Mikey’s expression hardened into a pout of defiance. Concern still filled his soul to the brim, but there was just enough room for exasperation at the very top.

“Ah, no. Not gonna happen. I’ve been in enough wipeouts to know that’s not gonna fly, sister.” Mikey spoke as sternly as he could, shifting his voice so that it left no room for argument.

“I. SAID. NO.” Lotus ground out, barely finishing her sentence because of the creeping nausea making its way up her throat. 

The world was still spinning. Her legs and arms ached, and that pain was only intensified by the scrapes and bruises. The argument with her stubborn little brother wasn’t helping her migraine either.

“DUDE!! He’s just going to check to see if you’re broken- THAT’S IT! Last I checked, he’s not planning some nefarious scheme in the Medbay!” 

He didn’t mean that- he doesn’t.. know what he’s saying.

“Fine.” Mikey huffed, pulling back his arms and pushing himself off the ground. He began turning around. “ I’ll just go and get him, and he can carry your concussed butt to the Medb-”

“N-no..” Lotus whimpered, wrapping her arms around Mikey’s torso from behind him as she knelt on the ground. “Please, Mikey..”

The spite on Mikey’s face vanished as he felt Lotus’ body shake with frightened tremors, uncontrollable sobs escaping her in fragmented shards.

“P-please….I… I can’t..” She brokenly pleaded, nuzzling into Mikey’s carapace. “I just can’t..”

“...Why are you so scared of him?” Mikey whispered, gently gripping onto Lotus’ quivering arms around his waist. 

“I-It’s n-n-not hi-im…” Lotus hiccuped, now releasing her sobs freely despite her pride. “I-I-It’s what he’ll d-d-do.”

Mikey’s brow tightened as his eyes softened. He carefully pulled Lotus’ thin arms off him, followed by kneeling down and twisting into an embrace with his shivering older sister. He stayed silent as Lotus softly wept into his shoulder, speckling his jade green scales with her misty blue tears. When it seemed she had finally settled, he spoke.

“I go in there all the time. It kinda looks scary, and smells weird, but I promise Leo’s the best mutant turtle in the medical business. He’s always careful. And gentle.”

Lotus’ grip around him tightened.

“He’s not goin’ to do anything that will hurt you unless he has to. And if it comes down to that, he usually won’t do it until you’re ready.”

...And what happens when you're never ready?

Mikey pulled Lotus away from him just so she could see his face. His thumb delicately rubbed away her tears. He smiled.

“He’s not like them, Lo.”

More tears brimmed over Lotus’ eyes.

“Leo loves you. You’re not some science project to him.”

The panic and fear in her mind slowly began creeping back into the shadows of her past.

“He takes care of you cause he wants you to be okay.”

Lotus tried to rub the tears off her face, but they kept coming. She tried to forget the ghosts of her past but they kept flashing back. Despite the power the shadows held over her, Mikey’s soothing voice and words restrained them. They were still there, whispering and reminding her of what she’d been through, but their ghostly voices were drowned out by an overwhelming shine of warmth.

She took a breath.

“O-okay. I…I’ll g-g-go.” Her voice still shook in terror, but her words echoed of her bravery, newly blossomed by her little brother.

Mikey’s smile shone the brightest it had that morning, as he nodded. Before Mikey’s arms slid under her again, she whimpered one more plea.

“M-mike- Please move slow…s-so...nauseous…”

Mikey’s eyes widened as he gave an understanding nod, making sure to move carefully as he picked Lotus up. Thanks to his more gentle motions, Lotus’ head only mildly pounded inside her skull as he began walking to the Medbay.

The whispers of her past screamed with all their might, demanding her to run, to be afraid, to cower. But the love of her family far exceeded her past.

She knew she was safe.

She knew she was home.

THE END 

Thanks for reading! :)

~ Melissa

~ TMNTember Prompts List ~

[awarmbowlofhomemadesoup]

Leoichi but make it Oblivious x Oblivious part 2

See part 1

Part 3

Leo and Usagi would be insufferable together even if everyone but them had realized that they were into each other. 

The turtle bros are casually physical with each other and Usagi had rubbed off on that with Leo, like grabbing Leo’s arm and dragging Leo’s attention to whatever distracted him this time. 

Leo and Usagi would definitely do victory poses together after defeating a bunch of bad guys (the others could tell they had practiced). 

Since there’s almost a foot of height difference between them, Usagi would sometimes use Leo’s shell as a landing pad or a springboard. Their team-up practices made Leo get used to bracing his feet each time. 

They definitely hype each other up, Mr. Greatest Swordsman Ever and Mr. Greatest Ninja of All Time.

Leo once confided in Usagi that who would want to date him if they found out he almost caused the world to end in the most devastating invasion anyone could ever imagine. 

Usagi immediately jumped to defend him. “That’s not true, Leo! You’re pretty and funny and strong, and you strive to do better! Anyone would be an idiot not to see that.”

Leo blinked before putting a hand over his mouth. But he wasn’t going to be one-upped in such manner. “Aaaw, you’re pretty awesome too, Usagi! Screw your grandfather’s tragic love life! If anyone would choose over you, they’re an idiot when you’re cute and dependable and-”

And because Usagi’s face was cupped by Leo’s hands in Leo’s attempt to drive the point home, Usagi’s voice was muffled when he interjected, “I think you’re handsome too, Leo!”

Gen, who was walking by at that point, aged 10 years in exasperation over the two before continuing on his way. 

Stupid Sparring

Usagi once mentioned the time he defeated a guy with a table. Leo mentioned the time he used two swordfishes to beat up bad guys. 

They ended up in a match against each other with Gen, Kitsune and Chizu cheering Usagi on while he has no weapon but a table, while Raph, Don and Mikey rooted for Leo armed with nothing but a pair of swordfishes. Both parties are waiting to make fun of their champion if they fail spectacularly. Donnie, of course, recorded the whole thing for his Youtube channel. 

Top comment of the YouTube video asked when would the rabbit and the turtle kiss.

How They Actually Spar

At least once a week, their spar would be a serious, learning-from-each-other, battle of skill and strategy. Then Usagi would respectfully thank Leo and Leo would mirror him since the formality is part of Usagi’s culture, and to Leo’s extent, his own. 

The rest of the time, it’s a sort of playful banter and showing-off-to-friends-brothers spar that somehow goes into an escalating self-feeding cycle of rivalry-to-tension-to-more-rivalry-to-more-tension because Usagi always rose to a challenge and Leo was competitive. They would often end up on the floor, too exhausted to even be confused about what the heck was that about.

A Moment in the Minotaur Maze

Leo wanted to go to the Minotaur Maze again to get his face on the wall of champions. Usagi wanted to go too because he, Gen, Kitsune, and Chizu couldn’t reach the maze's center in record time. 

Neither brothers nor friends wanted to go. So it was just Leo and Usagi.

“Good, maybe this time you’ll figure it out,” Kitsune said. “Figure what out?” Usagi asked before being dragged by Leo away to their epic quest. 

Said epic quest ended sourly when Leo had a flashback. They got out of the maze with Leo’s mood in shambles, frustrated at himself for having a flashback and failing at the maze again.

After making sure that Leo was alright, Usagi marched straight back to the maze and cheated.

Leo was flabbergasted out of his funk when Usagi presented his picture next to Leo’s in the Wall of Cheaters.

“I thought samurais are supposed to be honorable,” Leo said.

“An honor that I can regain,” Usagi said with dramatic loftiness, “when we’ll try again next time. But for now,” he gestured at their pictures together, “Anata wa hitori ja nai,” he finished in his native language to let Leo know that he meant it.

Usagi wondered why Leo was looking at him like that. 

The next day, Chizu, Gen and Kitsune stared at Usagi’s picture on the said wall. 

“And I cheated,” Usagi proudly said, “on purpose.” (“That’s the point of cheating, Usagi,” Gen said)

Reflections in the Night

On those nights when insomnia hits and Leo couldn’t distract himself with his family, Leo privately reflects. 

Leo knew that he could be egotistical and Usagi could be too. But that’s the thing. Usagi’s ego is based on valid confidence in his sword skill and a positive aspiration to be like his ancestor. While Leo’s ego comes from a feeling of lack and doubt. 

Leo was very much aware that while Usagi chased aft his ancestor Usagi like a beacon of light, Leo was chasing after the light that was his Usagi. Which was why Leo valued their friendship. A lot. More than he would let on.

He hoped their friendship would last for a long, long time. 

The First Base is Adoption

It was a while before they let Usagi know that Case Jr. was from the future.

When Usagi asked about himself, Junior said he had known Master Leonardo as a single dad his whole life. Usagi wondered what he meant by that. 

Leo happily said that at least they gave Splinter a grandkid in the alternate future timeline.

Usagi was silent as he thought of how isolated the turtles were before they knew of the hidden city, and how Auntie raised him alone on a farm. “Do you want to adopt together someday?” he asked.

Leo gasped, “You’d do that for me?”

“I’d do it for us; besides our friends and your brothers, we’re a team.”

At this rate, Chizu, who was in the same room, threw up her hands before saying, “I can’t.” At this rate, those two would have kids before they’d even start dating. 

The Fell Asleep Together Trope

Leo and Usagi once fell asleep together in the Hidden Lair’s living room. It looked less than a reason to cover Mikey’s eyes and more like the impression of a body dumped on top of another body. Leo’s temperature ran cool, and Usagi’s ran warm. Together they both achieved a perfect balance that conked them out deeper into their sleep. 

They woke up with the worst cricks on their necks.

[lovesongbracket]

Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Summertime

Written By: Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Gerard Way & Frank Iero

Artist: My Chemical Romance

Released: 2010

“Summertime” is a ‘new wave’ song, allegedly believed to be written about frontman Gerard Way’s wife, Lyn-z Way. In an interview, Gerard said that it started as a riff Mikey had written, before evolving into a song they ‘couldn’t have the record without.’ “[“Summertime”] is one of the lyrically personal songs on the album, whereas the rest of it is just me talking about my worldview. So it’s a really beautiful song and again—no rules. We can have a soft song.”

[Verse 1] When the lights go out Will you take me with you And carry all this broken bone Through six years down In crowded rooms and highways I call home? Is something I can't know till now Till you picked me off the ground With brick in hand, your lip-gloss smile Your scraped-up knees and [Chorus] If you stay, I would even wait all night Or until my heart explodes, how long until we Find our way in the dark and out of harm? You can run away with me anytime you want [Verse 2] Terrified of what I'd be As a kid, from what I've seen Every single day when people try And put the pieces back together Just to smash them down Turn my headphones up real loud I don't think I need them now 'Cause you stop the noise and [Chorus] If you stay, I would even wait all night Or until my heart explodes, how long until we Find our way in the dark and out of harm? You can run away with me anytime you want [Post-Chorus] Well, anytime you want Well, anytime you want [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] Don't walk away, don't walk away Don't walk away, don't walk away! [Chorus] 'Cause if you stay, I would even wait all night Or until my heart explodes, how long until we Find our way in the dark and out of harm? You can run away with me [Post-Chorus] Or you can write it on your arm You can run away with me Anytime you want

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

Written By: Freddie Mercury

Artist: Queen

Released: 1976

The song was the eighth track on their album “A Day At The Races” which was released in 1976. The song also appeared on “Queens First EP” released in 1977. The song is about how Freddie is an old-fashioned lover, taking his partners on old-school dates such as dancing or dinner, also hinting at the fact that he is a good lover.

[Verse 1] I can dim the lights and sing you songs Full of sad things We can do the tango, just for two I can serenade and gently play On your heart strings Be a Valentino, just for you [Chorus] "Ooh love, ooh lover boy What're you doing tonight? Hey boy" Set my alarm, turn on my charm That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy [Verse 2] Ooh, let me feel Your heartbeat (Grow faster, faster) Ooh, can you feel my love heat? (Ohh) Come on and sit on my hot seat of love And tell me how do you feel, right after all I'd like for you and I to go romancing Say the word, your wish is my command [Chorus] “Ooh love, ooh lover boy What're you doing tonight? Hey boy” Write my letter, feel much better I'll use my fancy patter on the telephone [Bridge] When I'm not with you, think of you always I miss you (I miss those long hot summer nights) When I'm not with you, think of me always Love you, love you Hey boy where do you get it from? Hey boy where did you go? I learned my passion in the good old-fashioned School of lover boys [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] Dining at the Ritz, we'll meet at nine (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine o'clock) precisely I will pay the bill, you taste the wine Driving back in style in my saloon will do quite nicely Just take me back to yours, that will be fine (Come on and get it) [Chorus] Ooh love (There he goes again) Ooh lover boy (Who's my good Old-fashioned lover boy?) (Ooh ooh) What're you doing tonight? Hey boy! Everything's all right, just hold on tight That's because I'm a good old Fashioned (Fashioned) lover boy

[trashlama]

Yan future mikey with a chubby reader beimg all cute and shit and then the crazy kicks in (I beg you for some future boys contest-hope you're oki bye)

Hmmmm fluffy and crazy? I think I can work with this~

Instead of the usual future Yan turtles where they're usually depicted in the apocalyptic future. This one will take place in the fixed timeline future. Sorry I suck at explaining things.

This is basically a mix between a one-shot/drabble/headcanon

Like I started with Headcanons became drabble/one shot.

Sorry for being so late on this! Last week was hectic between work and my personal life.

I could've probably proofread it some more but, I didn't.

Ahhhh I hope you guys like this!

Cause personally I feel like I could've done better/more but, I suck. Anyways—

Warning! This is pretty fluffy. Seek your dentist for any fluff related cavities.

Enjoy!

I do not own this meme just found it on Pinterest and thought it was funny.

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Mikey is such a good boyfriend.

A spontaneous ball of dorky energy the box turtle was artistic both in and out of the kitchen. His kindness did not discriminate. Good or bad typically, if the youngest Hamato could help it he would rather make peace not war.

It was something you liked about the orange clad mutant. Especially since he didn't mind your self-proclaimed defects.

You love adult ninja turtle you really do. However regardless the little voice in the back of your mind continued to plant seeds of doubt.

Was Michaelangelo satisfied with you?

You hadn't tried to express it often— but you had your trepidations about sharing your insecurities with anyone, even your boyfriend. You didn't want to be annoying.

These fears were silly, you knew this. Mikey loves you. The mystic mutant recited all the time how beautiful you are. To him apparently despite your self criticism you were a devine work of art. Love handles, pouches, wings, fupas— he adored them all. You didn't need to wear a size nine to fit in his heart.

It didn't matter. For all the reasons that the box turtle gave you for why you were a perfect match for him. The insecurities still sat there. Like a sunken stone at the bottom of the lake. It sitting there always. Forever.

Regularly wondering if Michelangelo really did prefer a ugly pumpkin to a picture perfect apple. Had it been a ruse? Was he just playin' the role of a good partner? Sayin' and doin' what you're supposed to tell a person you want to be intimate with.

Lately these polluting thoughts began to resurface again. Reanimated by the recent onslaught of teasing from some dumb college kids that were enrolled at the same University as you. A group of well-known douche-bags that you avoided like the plague on campus; but unfortunately shared a physics class with. The dumbass brigade like vultures, waited for opportunities to feed their fragile masculinities. Receiving petty pleasure from belittling any flawed individuals that crossed their starving gazes. Ravishing in whatever responses they could elicite.

For the better part of the first semester of third-year physics you had somehow managed to go undetected by said frat squad. Camouflaged in fluffy sweaters and poofy joggers had aided you in being incognito for the first nine weeks but, now the weather was changing. Spring has finally come and has gifted you the middle finger. As temperatures fluctuated so did your wardrobe.

You hated the warmer months just for this reason.

The months of hiding your jiggling stretch marked shame behind winter attire has come to an end. Forcing your hand with high temps to make you wear thinner layers. Baggy jeans and big shirts were your new seasonal battle armor. Unlike your impenetrable winter suit, the spring set was far more vulnerable. The thinner layers and lack of long sleeves basically painted a bullseye on you that the frat group gladly shot at on a daily basis. In spite of your countless efforts to starve the scavengers; the group of boys still hurt you. Conceal don't feel, you certainly didn't let it show. Their poking fun at your voluptuous figure and big tits were nothing new. Nor the endless questioning of your innocence and intelligence. It was just another schoolyard taunt that you didn't bother with a response.

Until you did. Maybe not vocally but the show of your shaky figure fleeing the classroom gave the gaggle of boys all the satisfaction they'd desired as their mocking laughter chasing you out as you retreated out into the university's hallway. Fleeing the campus without a second thought.

The crude harassment is why you were here traversing The Big Apple's sewers. Thanking whatever gods were present for the low water pressure in the channel that ran beneath the soles of your sneakers.

You hated being feeling weak like this but, instinctively your legs drove you to the Mad Dog's Lair. Not bothering to properly shove all your crap into your school bag when you fled the classroom. Doubting that your shit will still be there tomorrow knowing today's luck. But you didn't care. Couldn't be bothered to deal with any more of the relentless bullying nor your professors' chosen path of nativity to the problem. You needed a break.

Entering the base every inhabiting soul was asleep. Evident by the various snores that you passed as you b-lined to Mikey's chambers.

Surprising the mystic mutant with your unannounced visit as he awoke to your shadowy plump figure climbing into his hammock. To the twenty-five year old's shame due to the fact that he had initially missed the salty streaks that drenched your supple (skin tone) cheeks. Immediately noticing your state once you were laying in his bed. The suspended mat's natural physics pressed you into his colorfully decorated plastron.

" ......Hun? Aww sweet babie what's got my muse spillin' tears for? " Mikey cooed muscular moss green appendages like snakes slithered around your waist. Entrapping you in his tired but, strong embrace. Pressing your soft figure into his firm one. Embarrassment heated your tear drenched cheeks as you returned the squeeze. Shaking your head 'no' as you just laid it against his shoulder.

He understood you just needed a moment.

For a minute outside the occasional sob or gasp for air, no words were spoken between the two. The calmness of the dimly orange lite room and your boyfriend's secure embrace provided the elements to allow you to relax. Tip-toeing on the line of slumber, had it not been for Mikey's quiet humming that at some point filled in the background noise to kept you grounded.

Once he had you calmed down, Michaelangelo tried to approach the subject again. He didn't want to reignite your pain but, the thought of someone/something making you cry like this was unforgivable. Whoever did this was gonna pay dearly for the precious tears that beaded your pained (e/c) gaze.

The last two weeks he suspected something was up. You had been absent from your guys' weekly hangout sessions. Despite the obviously differing schedules you and Mikey typically tried to meet at least four times a week. Even if sometimes the encounter was brief. However lately you haven't been attending. Stating over texts how you needed space to work some things out. That had the orange clad Hamato pulling at his imaginary strands with worry. Head lost in a tizzy as he had pooled over what could've driven you away. At first he feared it was him. Something must've come to light.

Did you find his little makeshift shrine for you?

Perhaps you came across his favorite box of tokens he scrounged up from around your apartment?

Or did you finally capture footage of his unannounced nightly visits?

Maybe one of his brothers found or saw something and told you something they shouldn't have?

The never ending list had the moss green box turtle biting his nails. Waiting at the edge of his seat for anticipated ball to drop.

Although he didn't want to thank Gram Gram for his luck when you came sniffling into his quarters. It hurt the mutant when you cried. He wasn't gonna lie the breath of relief upon your arrival. His muse wasn't trying to leave him. For a moment there the mystic mutant had been worried he was going to have to help you remember how much you needed your devoted follower.

"...(Y/n)?....Sweetie, what's wrong?" Mikey began sitting up a little tugging you along with him as he maneuvered the two of you in a more comfortable position. With your face resting against his shoulder, legs thrown over his lap so you were sitting in it in a lounging manner. The moss green box turtle's hold not once loosening from around your full figure. "....You knooow...my ears are always open to listen." The orange coded ninja turtle hummed. Unmasked the warm grey eyes of Michaelangelo's lovingly bore into your soul. Traveling through glossy (e/c) gateways as they searched within you for answers that you wouldn't speak.

Your bottom lip trembled as a new spout of tears ran down your flushed (skin tone) cheeks at his words. Easily hiding your face in the crook of the mutant's jugular. Taking a moment before answering. " I'm sorry for being a bother... I just had a bad day. " You answered quietly. Not necessarily eager to delve into the issue.

Aww his poor babie. However it wasn't the answer he was looking for. It looks like he's gonna have to go through them again. At least this time he was just looking not altering any of your memories. He needed to know what was wrong. He needed his divinity happy and if she wasn't happy— well Mikey wasn't happy.

Sporting his signature gapped tooth grin Mikey began the process.

First it began with focusing his energy. Preparing to start the spell.. It worked perfectly last time. It should be just as successful again. "Shhhh... It's okay babie..." The mutated Hamato hushed.

"..It's all good... I understand... you just need a little guidance...".

With your face hidden you neglected to notice his illuminated three digit grasp leaving your waist. "...let Dr. Delicate Touch help you~" the box turtle concluded as he pressed his glowing three digit right hand into the left side of your forehead. In an instant a bright shine of light blotched out your vision. Right before everything went black. Knocking you out before you could asset the situation.

To any onlooker what he was doing was wrong. An invasion of your privacy which he shouldn't be prying into. However the box turtle preferred to look at it from a more positive perspective.

He was helping you!

The mystic turtle knew you had a hard time expressing your feelings.

Although you didn't say it Michelangelo knew you had a hard time expressing feelings. A bad habit leftover from surviving your formative years. It's okay though. He'll help you.

To any onlooker would say what the youngest Hamato . What he was doing was wrong, inhumane but, Mikey preferred to look at it from a different less negative perspective. He was helping!

You just needed a little fixing. Then you'll be just like new again.

As he sorted through your most recent short term memories the orange color coded ninja turtle kept in mind he couldn't dabble with them too long. He was on a clock dictated by the amount of stamina he's able to input into a single spell. As of right now? Not too much. Especially if he wants to make quick work of whatever issue stood in between him and (y/n) time. The offense will not be tolerated by whomever the perpetrator.

Shifting through the chains that connected the linear timeline in your mind Michaelangelo found the issue. A group of fraternity brats who didn't have any manners. Bastards thought they had the right to defame his muse? His very own David?(That's a reference to one of the renaissance artist's works).

They had to be dealt with.

Like a candle in the wind the group was snuffed out in a single night.

Upon the arrival of the new day you awoke to find yourself back at home in your dingy apartment with no exact clue of how you got back there.

In the faded ripples of your mind you tried to fill in the blanks of the how's and when's. When did you leave the lair? How did you make it back to your apartment? Especially when the last thing you recalled was sniffling in your boyfriend's arms. You must've fallen asleep and gotten up at some point and just don't remember.

Probably was just too tired to re-call anything.

Getting up from the warm sanctuary of your bed sheets you ambled around the apartment to begin your morning routine. Throwing together a bowl of cereal and a coke before scuttling into the living room. Placing your meager feast down onto the coffee table momentarily as you shuffled through your pockets to find your phone.

A few months ago you lost the remote to your tv and unfortunately as a broke ass college student making minimum wage you didn't have the funds to purchase a new TV remote. Instead like every other millennial you download the app. Cheaper than trying to get a new remote. Quicker too.

Tapping awake your screen delivered a mountain of notifications.

Inside the group chat that you were a part of for your physics class was blowing up. Investigating further just left you in shock. Swiping through the populating messages, you discovered the bullies who had been preying on you and your classmates were missing. Somehow all five of them were gone within a night without a single trace.

With the disappearance not being a full twenty-four hours yet the police wasn't taking the matter seriously. Claiming probably just some fraternity shit. Meanwhile the university's faculty wasted no time on morning the frats possie's passing. Sending their cookie-cutter condolences and offering their typical therapy sessions for anyone close to the victims.

What a waste. Although they were assholes they were young assholes who hadn't yet got the chance to live their lives. Make mistakes and learn from them. How unfortunate.

Backing out of the chat your phone buzzed with a new message from Mikey. The afro mentioned adult box turtle was inquiring about how you were doing today and if you wanted to hangout later? Your mutated boyfriend even going as far as decorating the message in emoji hearts and puppy dog stickers.

As of late you haven't been up for hanging out with the twenty-five year old orange clad Hamato. Mucky feelings and overwhelming thoughts clouded your head. Upon seeing the previously mentioned messages about the vultures in your life being gone you felt oddly relieved about their disappearance. Although revolted with your passive reaction you somehow is still able to keep it down. Every time you thought of Michaelangelo the negative feelings and bad memories would keep fading farther and father away.

It was like all it took was a night's rest (and some brain spring cleaning) and everything was back to normal. With a small smile you replied with "I'm doin' good" and "yes" on his invitation.

Next thing you knew it you were spiraling down a rabbit hole of back to back texting like it was the beginning of your guys relationship.

Back then when your best friend had ghosted you. Mikey had been there for you like this then too. Always so supportive. He really was such a good person.

Aren't you lucky that you have such a good boyfriend like Mikey?

[empressuxu]

Dear Soulmate

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The sound of a beep alarm can be heard in a Y/n single-bedroom apartment. It was early, well early, for the late-night radio show host. Normally, she's awake by 5, but not today. No, today was a special day for her. Today was the start of a four-day date with her soulmates. 

The brothers thought it would be nice to go on a solo date with each of them to get to know each other better. Y/N, being too shy to ask them to go out herself, was more than happy to agree to the dates. After a quick rock, paper, scissors match, the order was set to Raph, Donnie, Mikey, and, lastly, Leo. 

After a quick shower and styling her hair, Y/n began to get dressed. She pulled her head through the hole of her red, tan top, making sure not to mess up her hair.  Once it was on, she slipped her legs into the opening of her jean skater skirt. She quickly threw on her leg warmer socks, followed by her red Converse. She took a glance at herself in the mirror by her desk. Smiling to herself, she felt so happy that she looked good.

She took her phone out to check the time. It was almost 4 pm, Raph should be here soon. Y/n decided to just scroll on TikTok. Before she knew it, the time was 4 pm.

A knock at her window caused her to drop her phone on her pillow. She jumped off her bed and ran to the window. Opening it, she was greeted by the sight of Raph in worn-out jeans and a red hoodie. 

“Come in, Raph I just need to get something real quick.” Y/n patted her bed. “Sit here I’ll be right back.” 

The large turtle came into her room. He took a seat on her bed, and the mattress gave a soft creak beneath his weight. His hands fidgeted in his lap, unsure of where to rest. He instantly felt out of place. Y/n's room felt so soft, and everything looked so small compared to himself. Now that he thought about Y/n, she was tiny herself. She is barely the same height as Mikey, and he is the shortest out of all of them. 

Y/n slammed open the door, looking slightly tired than when she left. “Sorry, I completely forgot where I put this.” 

Raph noticed a box in her hand with some words written on the box. Y/n hand covered most of the letters, but he noticed a spider logo on it. Y/n poured the contents of the box on her desk. Out came masks and gloves, all in four familiar colors. She picked up a red mask and a pair of gloves from the pile.

“My aunt got me some stuff to help you and your brothers fit in around the city when you're with me.” She handed him the items. “ Aunty said that the gloves will mask your hands to look like regular hands, and the mask will cast an illusion on your face so you look more human.” 

Raph put on the gloves and watched in amazement as his hand changed from three fingers to five. He walked over to the mirror in the Y/n room and put the mask on. He was in awe as his green skin turned into a normal flesh color. 

Y/n giggled to herself. She couldn't help it; he was just so cute. He was like a child watching a magician. I want to just smother him with kisses, Y/n thought to herself. 

Raph heard her giggle and couldn't help but turn red. He felt embarrassed that she saw her acting so childish but, at the same time, happy that he was the one to make her giggle. 

“Sorry for laughing, but you just look so cute.” Y/n walked over to Raph and gently cupped his face into her hand. Raph placed his hand over hers and pressed them closer to his face. Taking his action as a sign to continue, the h/c-haired girl stood on her tippy toes to bring her face closer. The large turtle chuckled at her adorable attempt to reach his height and decided to help her out. He lowered himself slightly to her level. 

Y/n blushed, not expecting his face to be so close to hers so fast. Despite her racing heart, the red-faced girl processed her actions. She placed her forehead against his own. Neither of them moved. They just enjoyed each other's company. The world seems to freeze around the two. 

Y/n could feel her heart still racing, but it felt somewhat comforting to her. She hadn't felt like this in a minute. I never thought I could feel like this again, Y/n thought to herself. It was nice to feel this feeling of excitement. The rush, the shyness of love. Y/n eyes met his, and she felt so bewitched. 

His eyes held so much adoration in them. She wondered if hers held the same if he could tell that she, too, felt the same. “These are some dangerous eyes you have there.” 

“So do you,” Raph murmured. “Raph could get lost in them for hours.” 

Y/n heart began to race harder than before. She could swear she could hear her heart racing this time. Y/n took her hands off of Raph's face, deciding it was probably for the best since they did have a date to start. 

Raph pouted, not liking that she took her hands back. He wasn't ready for her warmth to leave him. Like his brothers, they don't get a lot of physical contact from anyone but their family. They are mutants, so most times, when a human sees them, they just run or scream, but she did neither of those. 

No, she accepted them, no problem, I mean, we are going on a date. Raph thought, wondering what they did to deserve this. Not that he's complaining, no rather he was grateful for this whole thing. He just hoped that she felt the same as him. 

Y/n coughed, gaining the attention of Raph. “I thought we could make each other a bear at Teddy Bear Town. ”  Y/n nervously played with her the bows on her jean skirt. “If that sounds ok with you?” 

Raph took hold of her hand and began to walk over to her window. He turned to her and lifted her in his arms. Y/n blushed, not expecting to be so close to his face again so soon. “That sounds perfect.” He whispered to her before he jumped off the railing. 

Once on the ground, Raph placed her down. He began to walk out of the alley but was stopped by Y/n grabbing his hand. He stopped in his tracks, turning to look at the small girl, thinking something was wrong. 

Y/n, seeing him look scared, quickly sputtered, “S-so-sorry if I scared you, I didn't mean to,” She gave his hand a squeeze to calm both their nerves. Taking a deep breath, she continued,  “I  just wanted to hold your hand” 

Raph broke into a wide, toothy smile; it made his cheeks hurt, but he didn't care. She wanted to hold his hand; she wanted to touch him. He pulled her closer to his side. “Hold it as long as you want.”  He chimed, a smile still on display for her. 

“Gladly.” She chirped, pulling him out of the alley and toward their destination. They held hands the whole time, faces red and hearts beating fast but a smile that could outshine the sun on their faces. Before they knew it, they had made it to Teddy Bear Town. 

“Should we get the same bear or different ones?” Y/n asked as she picked up a red, fuzzy brown bear. 

“We should do different ones and make them wear matching outfits,” Raph exclaimed, happy to be here with someone this time. 

“Oh, that sounds cute! Let's do that.” She cheered, holding the red bear close to her chest, running off to get her bear stuffed, leaving Raph to pick up his bear. 

Raph, now alone, began to search for a bear. As he walked through the door, he began to feel slightly disappointed at the options this time around. Normally, he could find a bear so easily, but for some reason, he couldn't find a thing. He felt so heartbroken about the situation he didn't want to ruin the date because he couldn't find a freaking bear. Before his mind could spiral into a big tornado of self-doubt, he saw it. In the corner of the store, right next to the checkout. The perfect bear, well, it wasn't a bear it was a bunny. A pink bunny, a bunny that reminded him of Y/n. 

He quickly walked over to the corner of the store, making sure not to knock people down on the way. Once the bunny was in his hand, he made his way back to the stuffing machine. 

The employee began to walk through the steps of bringing the bunny to life. The whole time, Raph was bouncing on his toes. His hands were in the pocket of his gray hoodie, playing with whatever he left in there, trying to stay calm and cool. It didn't take long before the employee gave Raph the new stuff and sewn bunny. 

“So why the bunny?” She inquired, popping up on the tall turtle, scaring a bit.  

He looked at her for a moment before looking back at the pink bunny. “Don’t laugh, but it reminds Raph of you.” 

The comment caught her off guard, and a flush of red bloomed across her face like wildfire. Y/n, now looking back at her red bear, couldn’t help but smile, her heart fluttering with a mix of joy and nervousness. She stammered, her voice suddenly unsteady. “Funny you say that,” She brought the toy close to her face, the bear slightly covering her blushing cheeks. “I picked mine for the same reason.” 

His face turned a deep shade of crimson. He glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck as if that could somehow cool him down. “Great minds, right?” 

“Yeah, great minds.” Y/n gushed, taking Raph’s hand and pulling him along with her. “We should probably find some clothes for these guys.” 

Raph nodded, allowing the smaller girl to guide her again. They spent a good amount of time finding the right outfit for their stuffed animals. In the end, they left with two outfits. The first one was simple overall and a t-shirt with the words sending hugs on it. The second outfit was a green checker pj set. 

As they were checking out, Y/n realized that they didn't pick shoes for them. Ralph volunteered to get them, promising to be back in a second. She was now left alone with the cashier. 

“I guess I know who those bears were for now.” The cashier said as she placed their items in a bag. 

Y/n looked over to the chair in confusion, not sure if the cashier was speaking to her or not. 

The cashier, realizing she had said that out loud, looked at the confused girl, slightly embarrassed. “I guess you're probably a little confused.” She added as she handed the girl the bag. “ It's just that this isn't the first time he's been here. I mean, he does have a punch card, so we all were wondering who those bears were going to.”

Before Y/n could reply, Raph was back with the shoes. The Cashier quickly scanned them before handing them back to the big guy. She gave them the total, and Y/n quickly played before Raph could say a thing. 

Raph wanted to protest, but he was quickly shut down by the cashier handing them their bears. Y/n giggled as she watched Raph pout at her. 

“Well, aren't you a cute couple? ” The cashier jested. 

The comment from the cashier made both of them blush. Sure, they both know what they are, but hearing it said out loud was still something they hadn’t gotten used to yet. 

Y/n held the red bear closer to her chest, trying to calm her down a bit. “Haha, you think so, that's sweet of you to say.” 

The cashier laughed at the two, never seeing two people blush so hard. She gave them a wave before helping out the next person in line.  Raph and Y/n took this as their cue to leave and walked out of the store. 

Once out of the store, they stood there for a second, just processing what just happened. Both thinking the same thing, she said they looked like a cute couple. 

Y/n never once was called a cute couple with any of her other partners. It was always a nice couple or odd pair. Her heart left so much lighter now. This really could be it: no more heart pains or tubs of ice cream mixed with tears. Y/n mind began to wonder about the future, a future with them. Y/n was so lost in thought that she didn't notice they made it back to her home. 

“I guess this is the end of the date?” Raph asked as he took hold of her hand. 

“Yeah, I guess it is,” Y/n replied, looking down at Raphs, feeling too shy to look at his face. In an attempt to calm herself, she started to play with his fingers. 

Raph chuckled at the girl. He wondered what he ever did to deserve this cute girl. We're really lucky, aren't we? Ralph thought, thanking whoever made it possible for them to meet. He took one of his hands away from Y/n and brought it to her face. His hand cupped her cheek, making the girl subconsciously rub her cheek against his hand.

The moments stretched, golden and unhurried, like sunlight filtering through the trees. They didn’t need words to fill the silence; the presence of each other was enough. Her fingers traced idle patterns on his arm, a small, unconscious gesture that made his heart raced. He let himself bask in it, in the quiet intimacy that made her feel safe and seen as if nothing else mattered but this moment and the way he loved her.

Sadly, this lovely moment was interrupted by Raph’s phone ringing. Taking it out, he saw it was a message from Leo telling him it was almost time for patrol. Raph sighed dramatically, a little mad that his brothers interpreted their special moment.  “Raphs got to go; it's almost time for patrol.” He explained to the short girl. 

“Well, I guess it can't be helped. You have a city to protect.” Y/n took her bear's clothes from the bag before handing it to Raph. “You’re just gonna have to make up for it next time.”

“I most definitely will.” He hooted, happy that she understood him. He would just hate for her to think he was just trying to bail on her. 

With that, they ended the date. Raph made sure she was in her apartment before leaving. Bunny held close to his chest as he hopped into the manhole. 

[angelpuns]

Also some design updates for these guys, we'll see if they stick!

Leo has a jacket instead of a scarf now ( due to some stuff I added to the doc and realized his design needed an update to reflect the changes) he also has two stripes and a bit of a different head shape. also longer pants. I'm trying a new eye design too, but I've tried it before and get tired of it easily so we'll see how long that lasts!

Mikey is more round. That's p much it cause he was perfect from the get-go LMAO l. Also made him even younger to better reflect mine and my youngest sibling's own age gap ( which is actually 8 years, but I couldn't make it that big or they would be the teenage mutant ninja turtles anymore ).

Donnie finally got a gov. Designated turtle species!!! I ended up going with Southern Painted turtle so he and Leo kinda match!! He also got a snoot!! And became a noodle :)

Raph is almost exactly the same except more square, with shorter mask tails.

I've simplified all their limbs to match their hands too, plus I like this look better overall. I've been thinking about changing Leo's mask tails to look more like styled hair, but I really really like him with the long flowing ones, so we'll just have to see :)

I've added so much to the Google doc that I an risking getting way too excited for it and not finishing other stuff, but thankfully writing it down here means I will have to be held accountable and that I'll have to finish stuff!! Plus I'm sure everyone wants to know what happens at the end of the Kid Leo au ;)