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Pretty Random Turtle Thunks

Noise

Rating: Cookies and Cream (16+ plz)

Summary: Flash Fiction of 835 words.

Bay!Raph struggles to deal with overwhelm of living in a world constantly at full volume.

His latest struggle with sound is you.

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Raphael always thought that he had a solid grasp on understanding what it meant to live in a world full of noise.

His entire life, his entire world for as long as he could remember, had always been a collection of cacophonies. 

From the constant racket of living beneath THE city that never slept or the never ending tumult that came from the reckless and wild life he lived, Raph had forever been surrounded by sound. 

If it wasn’t the city, or vigilant violence, any chance of possible silence was shattered by Raph’s brothers.

Leo’s tirelessly tirades, Donnie’s incessant info-dumping and Mikey’s constant chatter. 

Call him a grinch or whatever but it was always noise, noise, noise.

And if not his own brother’s, then Raph’s Achilles heel, his very own traitorous heart would betray him. The beat of heated drums that thrummed in his veins. Thoughts of inadequacy, self loathing and all over anger. At the world. At himself.

Such resonance that haunted his every step, his every thought, the entirety of his existence.

Raph, the little Atlas that he was, thought he could bear the weight of it all. His shoulders were certainly wide enough. He was strong enough. 

Ohhhh he made very sure that he was strong enough to could carry it all. Even convinced himself that he’d miss the weight of the hubbub if it was gone.

So yeah, he thought he can handle the noise of it all. 

Until you. 

Oh, until you. 

He didn’t know what it was. Just the comfortability of a safe companionship that grew over time? A stubborn seedling of fond affection that he never could seem to unroot in the protected garden of his heart? Or maybe the inevitable weakness of a spring season hinting just around the corner? 

Whatever it was, lately whenever you were near, the world went silent and you…

Well, you just…you were loud. 

Not necessarily in exact volume, though you did tend to get a bit more passionate in those moments of innocent and genuine excitement.

Those small moments that Raph treasured deep in the recesses of his heart that he would pull out like a picture to glance at on a rainy day. 

No, you were loud in the way that everything about you just started to scream for his attention. 

It wasn’t unbearable per sé, but it was heavy with a sudden weight that for the first time, Raph didn’t know how to hold. How to handle.

Your smile was a flash bang that had him reeling every time you shot it in his direction. Completely blinded by the fact something as soft and delicate could ever be graced upon such a creature as himself. 

It made his face hurt in his attempts to strangle back the ferocity of desire to smile, really smile the way he wanted to, right back at you.  With you, his heart cried out.

Your sweet scent was a siren song in a key that beckoned to him that caused his soul to ache for the mere whisper of hope, the smallest chance to have the privilege to harmonize with you. 

Your presence, just a mere brush or touch of your hand caused the constant state of drumming that was his heart to increase tempo like intense war drums. To the point he could feel it in his pounding in his finger tips as he had to physically restrain himself from unconsciously reaching out to you. 

If he ever go the chance to touch you, to hold you the way he wanted to, Raph wondered if he’d finally find the peace and quiet that he so desperately craved. 

Would all the noise go away? Or with your body in his hands, your heartbeat dancing in tandem with his, would all the volume of the world, in his head, in his heart, finally make sense?

Would all the sound come together and get lost in the symphony of you?

So that’s why he finds himself he’s sitting alone in his brooding corner. His elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, his breath heavy and labored with the weight of trying to hold the weight of…well…everything back.

Your visage branded to the back of his eyelids and your voice echoing in his memory like an unfair vision of the night. 

It made Raph feel like slamming his hands over his head and fully retreating into his shell, hoping to finding one dark corner not haunted by you, where he could get the stupid staccato of his heart back into place.

Because he couldn’t look away; he couldn’t look away. He couldn’t stop listening. 

And the worst part of it all, was Raphael was scared of the fact that he didn’t know if he could, or even wanted to. 

Yeah, Raph thought he could handle the noise.

But he very may well just perish at the thought of being able to one day have the privilege of pulling a sound from you.

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Well, I'm experimenting with moments from TMNT comics again. Only this time the comic is more based on than just redrawn🤔✨

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A Shot In The Dark - Chapter 52

Breathe... and Kiss me.

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A Shot In The Dark -Chapter 51

Drinks at the bar, gonna need it Dance in the dark, if you feel it Just tryna start a conversation with you Maybe for once get the courage Known you for months still make me nervous What's holding me back I got nothing to lose

Thanks to @thelaundrybitch for the song recommendation!

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Good Puppy Finale

Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

⚠️WARNING: NSFW, TAKING IT UP THE BUTT, USE OF "PUPPY" AND "MASTER"⚠️

You stared at Miguel in the near dark. Your ears rang with his words. He loved you. He said it. He loved you. Your heart thundered hard against your chest and loudly in your ears. You felt like you were floating. He loved you. You were sure if the darkness wasn’t surrounding you both, he would’ve seen your cheeks burning red.

The call of your name had you reeling back from your mind. You blinked and looked at the man in front of you. He stared back at you. He searched your eyes. You realized he was waiting for your reaction. One you had yet to give. You gulped. Despite finding out he shared feelings, you were still incredibly nervous to tell him you felt the same. The words caught in your throat and formed a lump you couldn’t swallow. Miguel started to look nervous, a subtle shift of his expression in the near darkness.

“Say something, amor, please.” He whispered softly. He sounded desperate and worried. It tugged at your heart strings. Yet, you still couldn't find your voice. Of all the times for it to disappear and leave you to fend for yourself! It became clear to you that you weren't going to be able to speak.

But there were more ways to communicate.

As if in slow motion, you reached a hand up to cup Miguel's cheek. You felt his face relax under your touch and lean into it. Your other hand was soon to follow. You felt your hands grow warm as his own covered yours.

“Amor, I-” He stopped talking when you started to pull him closer, simultaneously pulling yourself closer to him. First, you felt his hitched breath cascading across your face. Then, you felt the tip of his nose brush along yours. There was a short pause. Both of you marinated in the closeness, the silence that enveloped you both. Your heart pounded harder. You were sure he could hear it. He gently squeezed your hands. You held your breath as you leaned in the remaining centimeters until your lips pressed against his. His lips were warm and soft like freshly baked bread. His hands slid from your own to then capture your face in them.

This kiss wasn't like what you had expected. The fireworks, the puzzle pieces clicking into place, the eruption of butterflies. None of it happened. Something much softer transpired in the kiss. Like a gentle caress of a stream, or the satin feel of a rose petal. Miguel’s lips were gentle and mindful against your own. You could tell he was savoring the feeling. Warmth filled your lips, then slowly enveloped your body like a coating of honey.

A tingly feeling filled the palms of your hands where you held Miguel’s face. His face felt hot under your hands. You relished the feeling. You pulled yourself closer as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss. Miguel hummed into the kiss. His warm hands found your waist and coaxed you to straddle his lap. The action pulled a gasp out of you. Miguel used this to his advantage and slid his tongue past your lips. He let out a groan as he explored your mouth, entangling his tongue with your own.

You fought for dominance as the kiss slowly became heated. You moved your hand to take hold of the back of his neck. He began to knead your waist in response. The touches you gave each other egged you both on, making you both desperate and needing more. The tent started to fill with heavy breathing and soft moans. Miguel broke the kiss quickly, a train of saliva connecting you both. With a growl, he leaned in again, this time connecting his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck. As he worked dark purple hickies into your skin, his hands began to guide you against his growing cock. You mewled soft moans in response, clinging to his shoulders and pulling yourself closer to him. He growled and gave a quick thrust in response.

The first firework exploded from the pit of your stomach.

You moaned. The sound was quickly silenced by Miguel’s lips. His hand moved to brace your back as he laid you down, nestling between your thighs and continuing to grind against you. His lips moved from yours to your ear.

“Sh, amor, we don’t want your family to hear us, do you?” Miguel teased, his smirk brushing against your cheek. When you didn’t answer, he gave another sharp thrust and sent another firework through you. You had to bite your lip to muffle your moan.

“What was that?” He asked in a deep rumble.

“N-no.” You gasped.

“No, what?” He questioned, hands already moving to pull off your pants.

“No, Master.” You whisper, cheeks heating as soon as the words left your lips. Miguel paused mid-pull to look at you. His dick twitched at the title. It took all his self control to not ravage you right then and there. Miguel’s smirk returned in full force. He hummed in satisfaction.

“Good Puppy.” He praised, causing your breathing to shudder.

“Lift your hips.” He commanded. You were quick to follow his order, accidentally pressing your hips against his erection. Miguel groaned before cutting himself off with a growl and roughly pulled your pants off the rest of the way. You yelped at the sudden action. You watched his shadowed form discard your pants without a second thought. Your cheeks flushed when you felt his hands envelop your thighs. The warmth made goosebumps rise and travel down your legs. Miguel kneaded your thighs, making his way up to the edge of your underwear. You whined and whimpered with each squeeze.

“You sound so cute, Puppy.” Miguel rumbled. His fingers made their way to your waistband and hooked around it. “These are in the way.”

Your underwear tore away as if it were made of paper. You gasped and moved your hands to cover yourself.

“Miguel!” You protested. Miguel growled and grabbed your wrists, roughly pinning them on either side of your head. He leaned in close until all you saw was his silhouette.

“Don’t cover what’s mine.” He said, tone harsh and breathy. You felt a shiver of pleasure crawl down your spine in response. He squeezed your wrists. “Understood?”

“Yes, Master.” You answered quickly.

“Good.” He sounded amused in his response. You felt him shift his hold on your wrists so he now held both wrists in one of his large hands. His free hand glided down the side of your face, caressed your cheek, before resting his two middle fingers against your lips, giving it a gentle tap.

“Suck.” He commanded. You opened your mouth obediently. He shoved his fingers in, gagging you a bit. You coughed and struggled against his grip. He held fast.

“Suck.” He commanded again with a growl. With watery eyes, you closed your mouth around his fingers and sucked. You let your tongue wrap around them, lathering them up in your saliva. Miguel hummed in approval. He let your tongue dance around his digits for a few moments before pulling them out of your mouth with a pop! He replaced them with his lips, once again dominating your mouth. His soaked fingers eased down between you both and teased your ass, using his knees to spread your legs further apart. Your eyes shot open.

“Mmph!” Your noise was muffled and ignored by Miguel. You felt him smirk and press both fingers into your hole, only going a little at a time and stopping when he felt your body stiffen.

“Relajate.” He mumbled into the kiss, pressing his fingers further in as soon as he felt you relax enough for him to do so. He was becoming obsessed with the whimpers and squeaks you were emitting. He wanted to hear more from you. He felt himself get excited just thinking about what he could make you sound like when you were full of his cock. But first, he needed to get you stretched out. He pushed his fingers in completely. You let out a whimper, clenching around him tightly.

“Talk to me, Puppy.” He said, pressing sweet kisses as he roughly worked his fingers through your tight hole. You moaned and arched your back into him.

“F-feels good.” You managed to get out. He teased a third finger.

“Good enough for more?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He pushed in the third finger up to the knuckle, leaving you no time to adjust. You let out a cry that Miguel quickly silenced with a searing kiss. It was sloppy and needy. You felt him curl his fingers and stretch your hole out. You moaned into the kiss and arched your back into him again. His grip tightened around your wrists in a bruising grip. He finger-fucked you hard and rough. Tears pricked your eyes and you attempted to squirm beneath him. Miguel broke the kiss and gave a growl, pressing his body against yours, his weight forcing you to still. You were trapped and subjected to take what he gave.

“C’mon, Puppy, relax for me.” He hissed in your ear. You did eventually relax enough to allow his fingers to glide through your hole. You were a whimpering mess. You slowly got used to the stretch. Right when you did, you felt a fourth finger being teased.

“You still have some ways until you're able to take me.” He growled in your ear. He pushed in his finger to join the others. You gasped. He hummed approvingly and pressed kisses along your neck.

“You took that so well, amor.” He praised. He nipped at your neck, his fangs grazing your skin just barely.

“M-Master!” You gasped at the foreign but amazing feeling. He groaned and felt his dick twitch in response. He knew he was too impatient to wait for you to stretch enough for him. He let go of your wrists and shifted so he could hover over you. However, as soon as your hands were free, you grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him down so his lips crashed into yours. Your desperation made you clumsy. The kiss was a painful clash of teeth and squished noses. Miguel quickly set his hand beside your head and lifted himself off you. He chuckled as he watched you rub your nose.

“Eager?” He teased. He leaned back in and kissed you, satisfying your need. Once he was sure you recovered enough to kiss back, he started pumping his fingers quickly. You moaned Into the kiss. Satisfied with the response, he let himself hover again so he could move his hand to his belt. The sound of the buckle excited you. You dragged your hands up into his hair and gripped tight fistfuls. Miguel growled into the kiss. Said growl turned into a desperate groan as soon as his hot cock hit the cold air. You felt him press against your thigh and start to grind. You couldn't help but press against him more and give him the friction he craved. Another groan fell from his parted lips. The patience he so desperately clung to for your sake snapped.

Miguel pulled away from the kiss. Your protest was quickly interrupted by a whimper as Miguel pulled his fingers out of your hole. You felt yourself clench at nothing, missing the sensation of being filled. You let out a yelp when you were suddenly flipped onto your stomach. Miguel's hands gripped your waist tightly and pulled it up. The movement pulled you to your hands and knees. One of his hands moved from your waist to your upper back, resting between your shoulder blades. Then, he pushed on his hand and forced you down while simultaneously keeping your ass against his cock. You felt him add pressure against your back and grind against you. You squirmed, clawing at the sleeping bags underneath you.

“Am I going too fast, Pup?” He teased. “You were so impatient, I thought you wanted me to go faster.”

You whimpered when he teased your needy hole with his tip. He chuckled and moved away, continuing to grind against you instead. He felt so big against you, you worried if you'd be able to take all of him in. You were more than willing to try.

“I'm sorry.” You said, only to yelp immediately after as Miguel's hand came down on your ass. The sting made you hiss, but was quickly soothed. Miguel's large hand gently caressed where he spanked you.

“Sorry what?” He asked, pausing his caressing to wait for your answer. Your cheeks flushed with mild embarrassment.

“I'm sorry, Master.” You answered. He hummed approvingly. His tip once again aligned with your hole. The hand still Pressed against your upper back began to rub you soothingly. You could hear him take slow, deep breaths.

“Breathe, cariño.” He commanded in a low rumble. As soon as you took a breath in, Miguel pushed his tip in just barely. You gave a small squeal and groaned from the sting of his stretch. Miguel paused and spoke sweet nothings to you. You focused on his words and your breathing as best as you could. Slowly, you relaxed. Miguel pushed in with a low groan, only stopping when you clenched around him.

“Sh-shock.” He breathed. He leaned over you. His breathing was already labored. A shiver ran down your spine. You didn't expect to have such an effect on him. You felt him push in deeper, forcing a moan out of you. You didn't expect him to have such an effect on you either.

You both became a moaning mess as Miguel sank inch by delicious inch. Every time you whimpered, he would still and whisper the sweetest praises. His hands were never shy. Always roaming, always touching as if committing your body to memory. As soon as you relaxed, he'd immediately push deeper. Each push pulled out a deep, rumbling groan from within his chest. His hands would still and grip you with bruising force. It was an agonizingly slow process, but you both enjoyed the torture. Finally, you felt Miguel's pelvis connect with your ass. The tension in your shoulders melted Into a shudder. Your shudder was met with a groan and a tightening grip.

“Quédate quieto.” Miguel hissed harshly. You had no clue what he said, but his grip was clue enough to force you to still. For several minutes, you both stayed still, simply basking in each other. You swore Miguel filled you up completely. His cock pushed against your walls. Despite the pain, it was the best stretch of your life. Miguel's hands gently kneaded wherever he could and pressed kisses along your spine. The attention had you turning into putty under him. Then, without warning, he pulled nearly completely out before slamming fully back into you.

You barely had enough sense to bite your arm to muffle the scream that tore out of your throat.

Miguel's pace was relentless. Each thrust was powerful, fast, and desperate. It was like he was trying to make you feel him in your guts. Trying and succeeding. Each thrust had you violently pushed forward only to be roughly pulled back by his grip on your hips. He was hitting every possible point that left you seeing stars and rolling your eyes to the back of your head. The tent filled with muffled moans, deep groans, and harsh slapping sounds. A disgustingly beautiful symphony that filled your ears and dared to engrave itself into your memory. You felt Miguel change his position and thrust right into a spot that had you clenching your jaw tighter with each hit.

And oh…

Oh.

Oh god!

You released your arm, your breaths coming out in high pitched, breathless moans. Your hands clawed and gripped at the sleeping bags underneath you. You felt Miguel grip your hair and pull your head back far enough to force an arch in your back. Even in the dark, you could see that damn smirk of his.

“Mírate. Fucked stupid on my cock, aren't you, Puppy?” He asked between pants. As if to prove his point, he gave a harsher thrust, pulling a strained cry from you. He seemed to pull joy out of it.

“M- Mas-” You let out a yelp as Miguel landed a slap on your ass.

“Hm? Were you saying something, amor?” He teased, quickening his pace. You met his question with louder moans. “That's what I thought.”

He released your hair and gripped your hips. He shifted himself and began to plow into you with newfound fervor. His name tore out of your throat in a desperate plea that he ignored. He was relentless, feral, and unforgiving. You thought you heard him growl, but couldn't be sure with your own moans and whimpers filling your ears. You struggled to keep quiet. One of his hands moved to cover your mouth. You reached up and tightly gripped it. He started snapping his hips at an almost inhuman speed. Your screams were muffled. You swore you were seeing stars. With Miguel's speed and force, your pleasure was reaching new heights.

It didn't take long for your climax to tear through your body.

You would've gone completely limp if it weren't for Miguel holding you up. Despite your shaking body, he didn't let up. He shifted his hold on you and continued in a sloppy, uneven rhythm, chasing his own finish. You cried out, your sensitive body unable to take more. He ignored your cry. He dug his fingers unto your hips and shoved himself as hard and deep as he could go. He may have been chasing his release, but he was determined to take you with him. You had to bite your arm again to muffle your screams. Each thrust sent shocks up your spine that exploded in your head, flooding your vision with white sparks.

“¡Mierda!” Miguel grunted. He leaned over you, holding himself up with one hand while wrapping the other tightly around your waist. He rutted into you like a dog. You started to whine and whimper as your sensitive hole was pounded into. There was no warning when the first spurt of hot cum soaked your insides. You gave a surprised yelp. Each thrust was given slow, harsh, and deep. He was making sure you took every single drop. You came again soon after, your hole clenching around his throbbing cock. Miguel groaned your name and tightened his hold around you.

“Tryin’ to milk me, Pup?” He teased between pants. “Tryin’ to have my puppies?”

You whimpered at the thought. You imagined his cum taking and imagined your belly growing with his child. You shivered. Miguel chuckled lowly. He gave a final thrust and release before finally stilling. You felt so full. You released your arm, feeling the trail of spit slowly break apart.

The tent filled with your panting. Steamy and hot that laid heavily against your sweaty bodies. Neither of you made any move to pull away from the other. You basked in the afterglow, taking comfort in the weight of Miguel's body on top of yours. Miguel pressed soft kisses against the side of your head.

“You took me so well, Pup.” He praised softly. You could only hum in response, your voice too gone from the screaming. He gave a small thrust that forced another whimper out of you. He chuckled again. He slowly pulled out with a groan. You let out a weak cry, feeling yourself slowly empty from both his cock and his seed. Miguel pressed more kisses from between your shoulder blades to your left shoulder. His hands gently eased your body to lay down, laying down with you after. His arms wrapped around you once more and pulled your back flush against his chest. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and breathed you in. His arms tightened protectively around you. You couldn't help but chuckle tiredly as you relaxed and let your eyelids close. You felt his lips brush a kiss where he was hidden.

“Te amo.” Miguel muttered, his words vibrating against your skin and warming it. You smiled, recognizing them.

“I love you too.” You answered back finally. He hummed approvingly. The silence after was comfortable, soothing. You felt yourself start to drift.

“¿Amor?” Miguel's voice broke the silence, muffled against your neck.

“Hm?”

“Will you go out with me? For real this time?” He asked, his words a ghost against your skin that rose goosebumps along its wake. You couldn't help the short laugh that left your lips.

“I just let you fuck my brains out.”

“And?”

“Yes, Miguel, I'll go out with you.” You replied with a roll of your eyes. You let out another laugh when he nuzzled your neck again, tickling you.

“Good.”

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A Shot In The Dark - Chapter 49

For as long as it is you, I will be like this.

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Hi there! I’ve recently found your work and oh my god I’m obsessed! You write yearning so well! I’m chancing my arm and seeing if you take requests , if not please don’t worry and ignore this message!

I was wondering if you could write bayverse raph x reader , a little angst fluff maybe? Maybe he’s Inlove with her but doesn’t feel like he even has the right to let her know, angsty yearning, turns out she’s been madly in love with him for months

If you decide to do this Thankyou! Take as much creative liberty as you’d like! ☺️

“Stay Outta the Dark”

Thank you, sweetheart! That was my first request, so I’m really honored! I’ll do my best , let me know what you think!

Bayverse Raphael x reader

| agnst | confession | fight

Raphael didn’t belong in the light.

He was born in shadow, shaped by war and survival. Everything about him—his size, his face, his freakin’ existence—was built for battle. Not for soft things. Not for laughter. Not for you.

And yet, you were there.

Always there.

You started off as April’s friend. Someone from her past, someone smart and stubborn and too curious for your own good. And he’d hated you for that at first—your wide eyes, your easy friendliness, the way you looked at him like he was someone worth knowing.

He tried to avoid you. Tried to push you away with sarcasm and silence and every ounce of that hard shell he’d built to keep the world out.

But you never left.

You came back to the lair. You asked questions. You brought books and food and your dumb little playlist that Mikey became obsessed with. You laughed too loudly, fell asleep on their couch, danced around like the place belonged to you.

And somewhere along the way, you started belonging to him.

Not that he’d ever tell you.

Raphael didn’t have the right to want someone like you. You were light, he was stormclouds. You were soft edges, he was blades. If he touched you the way he wanted to—if he told you what he felt—it would ruin you. Pull you into the dark with him. And you didn’t deserve that.

So he stayed silent.

Watched you from a distance, memorizing your smile, your voice, your scent. Let his feelings rot in his chest like poison. Every laugh from you carved another crack in him. Every casual touch—your hand brushing his arm, your fingers in his bandana when you helped him fix it—felt like a blade under his skin.

And at night, when the others slept, he’d sit on the edge of the roof and whisper your name like a prayer and a curse. Don’t fall. Don’t hope. Don’t fucking dream.

But he dreamed anyway.

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It all came to a head on a cold, sharp night in November.

You showed up at the lair soaked from the rain, eyes red, voice shaking. Some guy you’d been seeing—some normal guy—had stood you up. And Raph hated how a part of him liked it. Hated how he had to fight the urge to punch a hole in the wall because he wanted to be the one to make you feel safe.

He didn’t say much. Just handed you a towel, let you rant, sat too close without meaning to.

Then you said it.

“Why can’t I just fall for someone who’s good for me?”

The words punched him in the gut. Because even you knew you wanted someone else. Someone better. Someone not him.

He snapped. “Maybe ‘cause you know you’d ruin it. Maybe that’s why.”

You looked at him like he’d slapped you. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means stop lookin’ for something you ain’t meant to have,” he growled, standing. “People like you don’t belong with people like me.”

“And what kind of person are you, Raph?” you asked, voice low and shaking.

He didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Just stared, jaw clenched, pain flashing like lightning behind his eyes.

“I see the way you look at me,” you whispered. “Like you’re starving. Like you hate yourself for it. And I—”

You hesitated. Then took a step forward.

“I look at you the same way.”

Raph backed up like he’d been burned. “Don’t. Don’t say that.”

“Why? Because it’s true? Because if you admit you want me, you’ll have to admit you’re capable of being loved back?”

His fists shook at his sides.

“You think I don’t know what I am?” he snarled. “I can’t be what you want. I’ll wreck you. I’ll drag you down with me. You’ll end up hating me, and I won’t survive that.”

Your voice cracked. “Then stop pushing me away before I have to prove you wrong.”

Silence stretched between you like a blade.

And then—you stepped close again, slowly, like approaching a wounded animal.

“You don’t scare me, Raph,” you said softly. “You never have.”

Tears prickled behind his eyes. He turned his face away.

You touched his hand.

He didn’t pull back.

“You don’t have to stay in the dark,” you whispered. “Not with me.

Something in him broke

Not all at once—but enough.

His hand closed around yours, rough and trembling. His forehead dropped against yours. And he breathed—really breathed—for the first time in months.

“If you get hurt ‘cause of me,” he rasped, “I won’t forgive myself.”

“Then don’t let me go,” you whispered.

And he didn’t.

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Leo is Leo (A Rise analysis and a reconnection to the larger TMNT franchise)

So… I've talked about the fact that Leo is a strategist. I've talked about how Leo looks like a chaotic mess because he feels useless compared to his brothers. Now, let's talk about how it all comes together in order to satisfy a desire that every other Leo deals with.

Control.

There's one advantage that the Rise series gave us, and that's the fact that the characters are similar to their other counterparts, all while being vastly different. The best proof of that resides with Donnie and his autism, who came along to explain the behavior of other Donnies to the point that a lot of us went, "Oh! That explains this behavior." However, there is proof throughout the series that the Rise counterparts are still the same characters. They still share the same genes. They're just expressed differently because of different circumstances.

All Leonardos before and after Rise have been the eldest, the leader. All of them live with the anxiety that one of their moves might fail, that the entire situation will fall apart in front of them and they'll be left holding the blame. That leaves them with a simple back-and-forth: If my team isn't working together, then I'm a failure. If I can't get my larger-than-life brothers to work together, then I'm the one to blame.

You want to know what that leads to? Self-esteem and control issues.

Rise Leonardo is not the eldest. He is not the leader. But he's still responsible, aware of the populace's reaction to them and, like I said before, knows his brothers inside and out if you go the medic route. He's keenly aware of how little he contributes in any situation since he plays backup to his brothers and how little they listen to him because he's the voice of reason none of them want to listen to.

And what does that lead to? That's right. Self-esteem and control issues.

Only I'm sure you can already tell the difference. He can't blame his brothers. He can't use his brothers as a crutch for his problems. He's not the leader. He's got no control over them. The only thing he can control is the situation… and himself.

Have you noticed how rarely Leo loses control throughout Rise? How much he smiles or acts either like a doofus or in a nonchalant manner, you barely notice them? What if I told you that it's on purpose? And that we have had the answer since the beginning?

Yeah. That's right. He pulled the wool over our eyes since the very beginning. The self-esteem and control issues that all Leonardos have, Rise internalized them. He became a master manipulator and chessmaster because he wasn't in charge. Because the only thing he could do was manipulate and lie.

It's still Leo. It's still our blue boy. It's just expressing itself differently.

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Turtle Shenanigans - Meeting Raphael

Well my Turtledoves,

We've landed in the field of shenanigans once again.

I really just can't help myself.

➡️ Aged-up, adult turts

TW: Raphael being a bumbling idiot over a pretty girl.

And we wonder why Raph never lets Laundry write for him 😅

These shenanigans are brought to you by a story that begins with Leonardo.

Because, of course it does.

Are we surprised?

Meeting Raphael

You are good friends with Casey Jones, who thinks you'd be a perfect match for one of his close friends. Since you trust him (mostly), you agree to let him set you up on a blind date.

He's vague about said blind date, but tells you he will deliver you to this friend of his this weekend.

Oh, and his friend's name is Leonardo, Leo for short.

You don't get told if there are any stipulations as to what you should be wearing, so you decide to put on a cute little *red* dress.

Your favorite one, as a matter of fact.

And when you walk into the lair with Casey, your face nearly splits in two when you realize Casey's good friends are the vigilantes of New York.

At this point, Red is giving Leo shit about going on a blind date - especially when it's been set up by Casey Jo-

The hulking turtleman just stops mid-sentence.

Gawking

Mouth gaping like an idiot.

He recovers quickly enough, then quickly whispers, "Let me pretend I'm you," to his brother.

You walk right up to Red, all smiles with some pep in your step and a bit of a sashay to your hips, reach up and grab one of the tails to his mask that's hanging down over his shoulder in the front.

You bite your lip and give it a bit of a tug, and say, "Love the color.”

Man just about busts a nut on the spot.

Leo's like, "Yeah, I'm out.”

Leaves poor red a stuttering, stumbling mess of unintelligible incoherencies.

Looking up at him with the sweetest voice you can muster, you ask, "Are you Leo?" Trying to help the poor guy out.

And he's just like "No, I've got a boner."

Horrified and realizing what he's just said, he yells, "A BONER!"

Leo is fucking dying laughing and Red finally gets out, "BROTHER! I'M HIS BROTHER!”

Mike comes around the corner while eating some cookies, and all nonchalant, he asks, "Who's got a boner?”

Which has Leo doubled over and wheezing.

Splinter shuffles in and gently scolds a reminder, "Raphael, my son, that is not something we talk about in front of ladies." As he starts to shuffle away, he throws over his shoulder, "But if you are going to bone her..."

Red is absolutely mortified and yells back, "DAD, NO.”

Poor guy has his hand over his face. He's sooo embarrassed, and now he's trying to apologize.

And you're trying not to lose your shit because this whole fucking thing is hilarious beyond belief.

As you're gazing up at this poor guy, he's still a bumbling idiot, but he's hot as hell... and honestly, you wouldn't mind letting him bone you.

So, you offer him your name and smile up at him sweetly. With a huff of frustration because nothing is coming out of his face the way he needs it to, in order to redeem himself, he looks down at you and just wants to melt at that smile you're giving him.

Because despite him being a hot mess, you're still standing there looking gorgeous. And like every wet dream he's ever had. That fucking dress man.

So, he tries a new tactic. Dropping his hand to take yours, he introduces himself, "I'm Ralph."

Now, Mike - who is still standing there eating his cookies like he's watching the best drama ever created - just blows fucking cookie crumbs from his face like mount Vesuvius.

And you can hear Don from his lab absolutely cackling like a maniacal hyena.

Leo comes over and puts his arm around Red and says, "Yep. Wreck it Ralph," through some barely contained laughter and walks away shaking in hysterics.

It finally catches up to Red - what he's said - and he just hangs his head.

You, however, have decided to take pity on the hot-ass turtleman.

As you take in his asshole brothers laughing at his expense (even though it IS absolutely hysterical), you get a sly grin.

Looking back up at him, you grab his hand and say, "I'd let you wreck me, Ralph."

You can hear a pin drop as the record screeches to a stop.

Red's eyes nearly exit his skull. His brother's jaws are on the floor somewhere. And from the living room, you hear Splinter...

"Bring her to dinner first!”

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A Shot In The Dark - Chapter 45

When everything I touch will break Loving you is my escape

Love is hot, and love is cold I've been bought, and I've been sold Love is rock, and love is roll I just want someone to hold

Special thanks to @theanonymousninja247 for the first song!

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A Shot in the Dark - Chapter 44

Don't know what I'd do without you

And that's why you're not here in my arms

I'm so scared to lose what we already have

Askin' for everything that I want

Special thanks to @thelaundrybitch for the song!

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strawberries should be the size of apples

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A Shot in the Dark - Chapter 43 by Sophia Cloud

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My boys!!! 🫶

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A Shot In The Dark - Chapter 41

Let me see the sunshine

Special thanks to @thelaundrybitch for the song!

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