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Truth Serum

Ahhhh? Writing this took forever, and I rewrote it seven times. A little steamy in some parts. I wrote this with the beyverse turtles in mind, with mentions of characters that I know from 2003.

femreader because the princess nickname makes my brain go brrrr, but I can re-write it to be gender neutral when I'm ready to look at it again.

Word count: 4,474

TW: reader is drugged, use of needles, one line about adult magazines, handsy reader and Raph.

Classes had let out early the day you were taken, you remember walking to your apartment from the campus around noon. It was the middle of the day, sidewalks were bustling, your favorite turtle would be stopping by to escort you to work later that night. You were happy, happy enough to stop in front of a flower stand that you regularly passed on your way to and from school. The owner liked to keep a few red chrysanthemums aside for you, though you always hesitated to tell the owner why red was your favorite color. So distracted by the pretty blooms you didn't even notice the men dressed in black hiding behind a delivery van that was following you, that is you didn't notice until they grabbed you as you passed by a rather busy intersection. The men threw you into the bed of the van and your first thought was that it was the foot clan kidnapping you again. So far in your friendship with the turtles you had been kidnapped thrice now? Once by the Foot and twice by the Purple Dragons. Part of you was honestly relieved every time you were captured because it meant that your friends continued to evade the shadowy organization's grasp. Still it was kind of annoying. All of these thoughts died out in your head as you felt the pinch of a needle jab into your neck and all you knew was darkness.

The darkness turned into a blinding headache as you awoke, you grit your teeth against the pain, you knew the lights of the abandoned laboratory, the chains around your wrists and ankles. Finally blinking open your eyes you came face to face with a sneering scientist, you couldn't hear what he was saying over the ringing in your ears. But you suspected that he was asking a bunch of questions that you wouldn't have answered even before being drugged. The scratching of his voice wavered in and out of your auditory periphery as you looked around. You were chained onto a sort of X shaped thing, always good for a nice stretch, night had fallen, also amazing, it means that Raph would have noticed you were gone by now and Donnie should be tracking your position. A shock of pain bolts through you and your face is forcibly turned to the scientist in the white lab coat. He frowns, finally falling silent long enough for the ringing in your head to calm into a low buzz. Your eyes focus long enough to see the table next to you, you expected to see an array of knives, a taser, the usual torture gadgets but instead there was only a black cloth that seemed to cover something.

"Previous attempts at getting information did not work, so today we will be trying something a little more… drastic." The scientist walked around you, lifting the cloth to reveal a glowing blue syringe.

"Oh, wow, always wanted to try Zydrate." You joked before biting the inside of your cheek as another shock pulsed through your system. The lab coat chuckled.

"I must thank you for participating in our field test for this truth serum." The needle jabbed into your arm just as the door to the room broke down. The cold burn enveloped your arm as if you dipped it into a frozen lake, you could hear Raph calling out your name as the cold filled your lungs and every pump of your heart moved the icebergs that became your blood. Thankfully the burning cold melted into a chill as Raph dispatched the lab coat with ease just as his brothers entered the room. Everything in your head felt fuzzy, almost like a thin cloud of cotton candy formed around your senses.

"Don, they injected somthin' inta'er." The purple banded brother walked forward, taking the empty syringe from your arm.

"I'll run some tests when we get back to the lair." He did a quick check, noting how the limbic boundary (outer edge of the iris) was quickly turning a glowing blue color.

"Will she be okay?" Raph broke the chains that held you captive, moving quickly to catch you before you could fall to the floor. Standing was an issue for you at the moment. Along with everything else, you could barely focus on what was being said around you, as Raph's strong arm held you up with little to no problem. Donnie observed you with worried eyes.

"Until we figure out what it was that they injected into her, I can't say." You leaned against Raph's plastron, your head resting nicely against his shoulder.

"You're so handsome, Raphie." The words slurred past your lips as your eyes focused on Raph's face. "It's really hot when you get all protective." Silence swallowed the group as the turtles looked at you in absolute shock.

"I think they broke her brain or something, Don." Mikey was the first to recover, your vision blurs as you try to focus on Mikey, frowning at his insinuation.

"They did not." Raph's arm tightens around you keeping you from your attempt to stumble towards Mikey.

"Easy there Princess." You settled still pouting. Donnie grabbed your attention, softly calling your name.

"Can you tell us how you're feeling?"

"Feels like my blood was replaced with glacier water, and my brain's been wrapped in dryer lint." Donnie was about to open his mouth to ask another question when Leo stepped in.

"We can continue this back at the lair, but for now, can you walk?" The question was directed to you and testing out your still wobbly legs you shook your head grimacing. Leo nodded and looked at Raph. "You okay carrying her?" Mid question Raph had picked you up hooking your knees over his free arm. Your head swam with the sudden movement, eyes closing upon facing the wave of nausea.

"'m not trusting any of yous to do it." Your hands rested against his chest as you pushed your face against his shoulder. Without warning he took off running after his brothers. "It's okay, 'm not gonna drop yah." His words were low and warm against your ear.

"I know, I trust you with everything I have." You whispered, lips pressing against his shoulder, you felt the muscle jump at your action. "'m just a little dizzy right now."

You arrive at the lair without ceremony, Donnie quickly ushering Raph and you into his lab where he had you seated on an old exam chair. The lights were dimmed and the various machines buzzed and whirred in the room. Donnie ushered Raph out of the room and got to work drawing blood for samples. Conversation was light between you two, almost easier under the influence of the drug, as you said pretty much anything that came to mind, earning a few laughs from Dr. Don. It was a natural lull in the conversation, when your eyes moved over to some blueprints Don had up on the wall, it looked like some sort of laser or gun.

"Don, you know you're probably smart enough to find a way to just wipe out the entire human race, but I really like how you're kind and compassionate enough to not do that. Even though I really wouldn't blame you." Don hummed pulling a machine up to your head for a sort of brain scan as you spoke. "I really wish your brothers acknowledged just how- how good you are? Like not just smart, because everyone knows you're smart, but you're also so full of curiosity and ingenuity and the world would be such an amazing place if more people were like you and your brothers. I wish the world was better for you." Brown eyes regarded you softly as the scan continued mapping out brain activity.

"I know you do." He pulled the conversation away from whatever else you were wanting to say, bringing up some tests where he asked you to lie about what you saw and marked how the activity in your brain changed with each request.

"She said it was a truth serum." Donnie gathered his brothers in their kitchen, you were still in the lab, having fallen asleep while Don continued his tests. "Activity of her brain is consistent with the claim, the neural pathways of the brain connected to inhibitions have pretty much shut off, and all tests just support the hypothesis that the foot has developed an honest to goodness truth serum."

"So she's okay, right? she's just physically incapable of lying, or stopping herself from talking?" Mikey asked, his eyes moving from Don to Raph. Donnie rubbed a hand over his eyes.

"So far she seems okay, I just don't know how long it will last. Or the side effects associated with it." Mikey grinned, rubbing his hands together.

"Oh, shell yeah! This is going to be fun, we can ask her all sorts of questions. Like what her favorite pizza is, what flowers she likes, her favorite color, whether or not she's in love with Raph." Raph walloped Mikey in the arm.

"Shut it, we don't need to ask her anythin' Mikey."

"What, you're saying you already know everything about her?"

"What? No! Of course not! I'm just saying those are a bunch of stupid questions." Raph's hands curled into fists as he faced Mikey.

"You got any better questions?"

"She's awake." Leo's voice cut through the tension that Mikey was needling. All of the turtles attention turned to you as you slowly made your way out of the lab. Raph wanted to say you looked like a newborn deer with how unsteady you seemed. He quickly made his way over to you, helping you take a seat at the kitchen table, ignoring the looks from his brothers.

"You okay there, Princess?" You nod, taking one of his hands into your own, fingers softly tracing over the lines in his skin.

"I'm better now, I feel safer with you at least." Donnie, Mikey, and Leo exchange glances before taking their places at the table. Raph opted to stand, allowing you to study his hand as you pleased.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Leo asked you, casting his red banded brother an odd look.

"Classes ended around noon, probably because the professor still had a hangover, I picked up some flowers on my way back to the apartment, a few guys in black grabbed me at that busy intersection, the one where you guys fought the strange ooze fellow, I guess with so much going on no one noticed when they grabbed me, and I was thrown into the back of a van, I felt a needle go into my neck and lights out." You felt the muscles in Raph's arm ripple with anger and you let your fingers focus on massaging the meat of his palm and wrist. "When I came to, I was still super out of it, couldn't even recognize the english language, and that's when I was shot with the truth serum, and you all saved me almost immediately after that." You pause, looking around the table slowly. "I'm sorry for making you all worry." Raph awkwardly cleared his throat as you looked up at him, his lips parted but Leo interjected before he could speak.

"Did they ask you any questions?" You shook your head, gaze returning to the three fingered hand in yours.

"No, the lab coat just thanked me for participating in the trial. I did compare the drug to Zydrate, from Repo, but I don't think he's familiar with the movie."

"The first injection might have been something that would allow the truth serum to be more effective." Donnie muttered to himself. "I should see if I can replicate the formula, I could get started on an antidote just in case it lasts too long." You smile and nod.

"Yeah, I don't think I can work while under the influence of truth juice. It's hard enough dealing with a few of the customers without it, and I will get fired if I tell my boss they smell like rotten milk." Raph chuckles, his free hand resting on the back of your chair. Donnie nods before excusing himself to the lab. Leo also stands, ready to return to his meditation now that the situation has been mostly resolved.

"You're always welcome to stay here for as long as you need." He reassures you before excusing himself to the training room. Mikey wandered into the kitchen, after asking if you wanted anything. You still had Raph's hand captive with your own, fingers tracing over the hairline scars he gained from years of training and fights he's gotten into. Raph has always noticed how different your hands were to his, and now it seemed even more apparent. He had opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.

"I've always loved your hands." He blinks, mouth closing around the emotion that he found himself afflicted with when he was with you.

"Yeah?" He flexed the tendons you were tracing over, taking a seat next to you.

"You're incredible, I've seen you punch through walls," the pads of your fingers dance over his knuckles, "rip through metal as if it were tissue paper," his eyes fixed on your face as you spoke focusing on the tilt of your lips, "so powerful, so strong, so gentle." He shifted in his seat, uncomfortable with your praise. "These hands have saved all of New York, several times over, your hands have saved me more times than I can count." You bring his hand up, pressing your lips to a scar that's long since faded. His breathing is shallow as he whispers your name. "I want to hold your hands more often, I want to be held by you more often." His free hand moves to the side of your face and you lean into the contact with a sigh, the back of his neck prickled and he became aware of just how exposed the two of you were sitting at the table near the kitchen.

"Come on," he pulled you up with him, making a short trip to the kitchen to grab you both water. Mikey couldn't help but snicker at the sight of your joined hands, Raph shot the younger brother a glare as he led you towards his room.

"Shut it Mikey."

"I wasn't going to say anything!" The youngest protested, a can of soda in his hand. Raph grunted in disbelief quickly getting you to his room.

"There, uh, there should still be some of your clothes here if you want to change." He gently detangles his hand from yours, setting the waters to the side of his bed. You couldn't even remember when or why it happened but Raph's bottom drawer had long been home to your things for when you would stay over, either voluntarily like for a movie or game marathon, or involuntarily like the one time you were being stalked by Hun for a week. "I'll be back soon, I'll see if I can get your bag." He watches you carefully as you step towards him, wrapping your arms around him as well as you could manage. Your lips pressed against his shoulder for the second time that night and he enclosed you in his arms, eyes closing as he pressed his nose to the top of your head. He was used to you being affectionate, in the years that you've known the turtles you were always comfortable with them, you've never once flinched away from what he was, who he was. He doesn't remember when it started but he found himself craving your touch, craving your hand on his, he looked forward to the movie nights where you would curl up against his side, the tv marathons where you would fall asleep using him as your pillow, all the times you would stay over, all the times you would call him over to stay a few hours with you when you couldn't sleep. He tightened his grip on you, inhaling your scent, feeling your pulse and warmth as you melt against him.

"I don't want you to go." Hands trailed from his waist up his shell to his shoulders as he pressed your face against his chest. He didn't want to go either, but no matter how he looked at it, you were still under the influence of a mind altering substance and if he didn't get a grip on himself...

"I'll be right back." He inhaled one last time letting out a long breath before moving you away one of his hands moving your hair from your face. "I'll be right back." You nod, hands clasped in front of you as you watch him walk out of his room. He shuts the door, leaning against it with a heavy breath. Collecting himself he headed out.

It wasn't long before he returned, your school bag miraculously untouched and with the chrysanthemums you had picked up before being kidnapped relatively no worse for wear. Don was headed back to the lab with a mug of fresh coffee when Raph stopped him.

"Did she say anything... weird to yah while you were checking her over?" Don looked over the rim of the mug, seeing the flowers and bag in Raph's hand.

"Nothing that she probably hasn't thought about saying a thousand times before. She did thank me for not murdering the entire human race." Raph chuckled at that.

"Yeah, I can see her givin’ ya props for that. Anything else?" Anything about me, he wanted to say.

"Well I was under the impression that the two of you were already dating, I was wrong apparently."

"Why would you think we were dating? Whadda'yah mean already?" Don gave Raph an unimpressed look.

"You get moody and irrational when you don't see or hear from her for more than 15 hours, she has hearts next to your name in her contact list, and when she wasn't at her apartment you were willing to tear all of New York City to the ground to look for her despite the fact that I have a subdural tracker on her. And the fact that she was the one who suggested having a subdural tracker installed so that if she were kidnapped, or running late, or out with friends you would know where she was?" Raph could only sheepishly rub the back of his head as all the evidence was put out in front of him.

"I just, it feels wrong asking anything of her when she doesn't have the ability to say no." Donnie rubbed his tired eyes.

"She can still say no, in fact it might be easier for her now since she doesn't have that worry of making people like her. Everything that she says or does right now are things that she's always wanted to say or do, but thought better of. Now if I can go back to work?" Raph sighs and nods.

"Yeah, uh, thanks Don." Donnie gives Raph a small wave as he heads back towards the lab, and Raph turns to go back to his room.

You had made yourself quite comfortable in his room, changing into an oversized t-shirt, and a pair of shorts. You had debated on just wearing a pair of underwear under the shirt, but that might be moving too fast, and you want Raph to feel as safe with you as you felt with him. You poked about his room while you waited, finding a few worn out nude magazines under his bed, a few comics that he claimed to outgrow, and your favorite book, the pages well worn and the spine broken in several places. You settled into his bed, hugging his pillow tightly as you settled with the book in hand, it wasn't long after that Raph entered.

He stood frozen in the doorway, you looked like a dream come true, the shirt sliding off your shoulder, the shorts that covered exactly what they had to and not much else, his pillow in your arms as you leaned against the headrest. He didn't even register the book in your hands as your eyes watched him, the blue glow standing out against the normal color, the glow seemed to twist a knife in his gut, as he's reminded of the drug. Shaking his head he places your bag and the flowers on his dresser, removing his own weapons and belt. You slip off the bed with this want to be close to him.

"You're gorgeous, Raphael." You whisper as your fingers trail over a design in his shell. Green eyes meet yours from over his shoulder as he slowly turns, letting your hand flow with the movement until your palm is resting against his chest. His hand raises to yours, keeping it against him as he watches you. "The first time I saw you, you took my breath away."

"You can't lie, can you." You shook your head, and he knew already, from what Don said and Raph trusted Don the most out of all his brothers.

"I can't lie, I can't stop myself from wanting to be close to you, needing to be close to you. But I will back off, the best I can, if you're uncomfortable." His hand tightens at the last part.

"No." He shakes his head. "I don' wan'cha to worry abou' me." He feels a little more in control of his heartbeat now. Now that he feels your own pulse in your wrist, and how it jumps with his words. "Jus' promise me you'll still feel the same way when the serum ain't in your head." You were pouting as you focused on his lips.

"I've been in love with you for three and a half years now, my feelings aren't going anywhere, I'm not going anywhere." Raph was never good with words, one of the things you loved about him, he was blunt and his actions always spoke for him. And they spoke now as he removed his mask, using the same hand to pull you closer, his eyes begging for an answer to the question he couldn't ask as he pressed his bare forehead to yours. "I've always been yours."

The kiss was clumsy, all teeth and lips as he pulled you against him, he moved his hands, one on your neck the other grasping at your back, balling the fabric of your shirt in his fist, you matched the energy, placing a hand on the back of his head so he wouldn't move too far away, the other grasping at his shoulder. With each parting of lips one of you moved to reconnect. He moves the two of you onto the bed, and you finally pull away as you feel his hand move to cup your ass.

"Raphael." He growls at the sound of his name on your lips. "I want you, all of you, but maybe not right now?" He takes a few deep breaths nodding at your words. "I want my first time to be in my apartment, with you. I have an entire outfit planned to seduce you and everything." He laughed at that, moving his hand up to rest on your waist. "And I really don't care if Mikey hears us, but I would be mortified if Master Splinter does, and I would rather not traumatize Donnie." He nuzzles your hair, pressing soft kisses to your forehead and crown.

"Okay, I waited this long, I can wait until you say it's okay." You hum, leaning against him.

"You are absolutely wonderful, and amazing, and I love you, and I know you somewhat feel the same, at least I hope you do because this would be really awkward if you didn't." Your rambling was cut short by his kisses.

"I love ya too."

The rest of the night continued with Raph holding you close, kissing you into silence when you compliment him too much, asking you questions that he always wanted to know. Finding out that you thought of him as the most attractive brother, you didn't really like pizza but would gladly eat it if it meant you could spend time with the guys. You stopped watching them train and spar because, in your own words, "You're too sexy when you fight and I didn't want to make you or your brothers uncomfortable with my ogling you when you're just trying to train." The conversation tapered down by mid morning, the lair was silent and your eyes were heavy. Raph's arm kept you tucked against his side as he curled himself around you.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why'da keep it to yerself for so long?" His voice was a low sleepy grumble and you nuzzled your face against his neck.

"At first I didn't tell you because I had no idea if you wanted a romantic partner, if you would even consider a human for a mate, and the fact that you gave no indication of finding me attractive," he tightened his hold on you at those words, "I didn't want to misread anything. Didn't want to put you in a position where you felt like you had to say yes. You're the type to put your happiness aside for your family and I wasn't sure how to approach you in a way that would put that fear at ease. So I hoped if you made the first move then it would be of your own volition." Your sentence was punctuated with yawns and sleepy kisses to his chin and throat. His churs easily put you to sleep, as he mulled your words over inside his head.

Evening rolled around and you were making everyone breakfast with Mikey, having spent a good hour in Don's lab per his request. Raph sat at the kitchen island, smiling as you fed him a slice of bacon or two, without Mikey noticing. You had the kettle boiling for Leo and Master Splinter's tea, and a pot of coffee ready for Donnie, who left his lab as you were preparing more batter for Mikey.

"I have good news." The purple banded terrapin announced, pouring himself another cup of coffee. "It looks like the serum is temporary, and should only last another day or two." You nod with a bright smile. "I would still like to study the after effects so I hope you won't mind coming down to the lair every day just so I can run a quick scan." You share a look with Raph.

"Sounds like another amazing plan to me." You take the plate of pancakes that Mikey finished making. "Oh, Don, do you know if it's possible for Raph and I to have children?"

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Headcanon things

I believe ten thousand percent, that Mikey would have memorized EVERY SINGLE CAT that he usually encounters on his patrol route. He also has names for them all.

Donnie got so sick of Mikey talking about the cats that he set up a blog or something so Mikey could post pictures about the cats and it's unsurprisingly popular.

tbh the title of the blog thing would be a cat pun like 'Pawsome cats of New York' or something.

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Date me, kinda? Part 1???

Okay here is my Year of the OTP fic for January. Part one at least. I am a Raph fangirl sorry everyone else.

total words: 2,050

"Raphael!" The clanging of metal hits your ears as you rush into the weight room. Raph was already on his feet, his weights abandoned where he dropped them by the bench. His eyes were furrowed in confusion, hands coming to rest on your shoulders.

"You okay? What's wrong?" The last time you used his full name was when he came home with a gash running from his shoulder to his elbow. The time before that, he had eaten the last of your ice cream. Careful eyes checked you over, no sign of external trauma, no soot marks, no gun powder, your eyes weren't red so you hadn't been crying. His brows furrowed in confusion as to what would be so important, he missed how you relaxed under his hold.

"I need you to be my boyfriend." You looked up at him with those eyes and all thought just decided to clip out of his head as if he were a Bethesda game, before crashing down into his stomach all at once. He backed away from you, brows furrowing and you had to bite back the frown as his hands left you. His voice finally came back as he gazed at you incredulously.

"Run that by me again, Princess." You bit your lip, nails absentmindedly picking at the calluses on your fingers. You shot him a quick glance before beginning your pacing, he moved to the wall, leaning against it, not minding the way your eyes lingered on his arms as he got comfortable.

"not my name." You quietly grumbled before returning to the topic at hand. "Look, I just need you to pretend to be my boyfriend. Nothing crazy, a few calls to my great aunt with you next to me, maybe some flirty text messages, and your name JUST your name, no pictures, no video, just a name with red hearts on my online profile." You sigh, taking a seat on the weight bench as Raph continues to watch you.

"Okay, but why do you need a fake boyfriend anyway?" You swallowed down the real reason, covering for time by taking a few sips from his water bottle that he kept near the bench. He didn't need to know that you wanted to ask him out for real. Didn't need to know that you heard him and Leo talking in the kitchen late one night about how 'humans and mutants' just shouldn't be together.

"I need a fake boyfriend so I can continue to hang out with you guys without my great aunt thinking I'm doing drugs." He snorted, and you flashed him a grin. "She doesn't think I'm capable of making friends."

"Can't imagine why." He threw those words out, ignoring the indignant 'hey' that you countered with.

"You guys are my friends, right?" He deflated under the single question, pushing himself from the wall and casually meandering towards you.

"Yeah, course we are. Who else would be stupid enough to befriend yuh?" The bite to his words were almost tender. You stuck your tongue out at him in response.

"Anyway, there's more to it." He shrugs letting you continue, "there's this kid in my algebra class that I've turned down three times, he's just not getting it so I would like to be able to have like a few flirty texts or at least your permission to change your contact name to 'babe' or something in my phone so I have 'proof' that I 'belong' to someone." He scoffed at the air quotes. "And that way I can simply call our hang outs date nights and get out of going to parties. Because the other girls make fun of me for not inviting my friends to the parties they invite me to, but if I tell them 'sorry can't make it to your den of bad decisions because I have a date' then suddenly it's acceptable? And before you ask why I don't go to the parties alone, it's because I know that there will be underage drinking, smoking, and unprotected sex, and I wan't no part in hanging out with people I don't really know drinking lukewarm shitty beer and having some strangers try to grind on me to CBAT." You sigh looking up at Raph as he stands before you.

He takes the water bottle from you, taking a long drink and you decide to continue talking, because your brain to mouth filter just decided to shut off I guess.

"I mean most people that talk to me already know of you and Mikey, only as names on my phone screen mind you. Mikey is ‘shitty meme guy’ and you're ‘asshole with a heart of gold’. I would like for my great aunt to have a voice to go with the name, so just calling her while we're in the lair, or having you text me while I'm in school or something, maybe a phone call? They just have to know that you're not an alarm or something, they do not need to know that you're an attractive mutant turtle. " He choked on the water, the sound causing you to flinch.

"I'm what now?" Those words came out as a croak as soon as he was able to speak again. You could only scoff at his surprise.

"Oh please. You're hot Raph, besides we both know I've been checking you out for months already." His brothers would often tease him about how he 'showed off' for you when you sat in on training, and he did overhear you talking to April about how you couldn't train with the turtles because of how distracting you found him. Still you never said it so bluntly before. Not directly to him anyway.

He mulled over everything in his head before sighing.

"Fine. I'll do it." He noticed how your face lit up, "But first a few ground rules." He internally groaned as your head did the cute little tilt as you listened to his conditions. "No telling any of my brothers about this. No PDA bullshit: hand holding, cuddling, cheek kisses, none of that." You bit back a frown before nodding for him to continue. "And I don't care if you use the relationship to get out of doing dumb shit you don't want to do, but don't expect me to put off my plans jus' because you're bored." You really did frown at that, the retort withering away on your tongue at the look he gave you. "I know you would never, but still."

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, you owe me a 'no questions'. Tha' means I tell you 'no questions, do x' and you do it, no asking me why no asking how, none of it. Got it?" You nod not really understanding but you knew he would never ask you to do anything that wasn't for your safety or benefit. Maybe he would just use it on a day when he wanted you out of the lair.

"Got it, you tell me to jump and I jump, won't even ask how high." He gives you a short nod, glad that you understood. "And I know it's not a requirement but I could be your designated gofer when you want something top side? Like yarn or wool from Alice's Knit shop (no idea if it's a real place), picking up pizza or groceries, though I might need your help getting it to the lair. I mean it, just say the word and I’m yours. It’s yours, it’s yours." He sighs as he takes a seat next to you, and you let the buzz of the lights fill the air for a moment before speaking again. "I know I'm asking a lot of you Raph, and I just want to give as good as I get. You know? I enjoy helping you guys out."

"Don't worry about us too much, Princess. Jus don't put anything too flowery as my contact name, got it?" His shoulder carefully bumps into yours and you smile, leaning into his arm.

"Since you seem so insistent on calling me Princess, I might have to start calling you my Prince Charming." He groans as you nudge his arm. "Relax I was thinking something simple, like Babe," you lean over placing a hand on his shoulder, "or My Hero." He stiffened as your breath hit his cheek and he hastily bumped you away.

"Whateva’. You sure you don’t want to ask Mikey to do this?” You watch as his hands tighten to fists in his lap. You swing your leg over the bench, putting your back against his arm.

“There’s a famous saying here in these sewers, that you gotta get the best turtle for the job.” He snorts, letting your body fall against his side as he moves his arms behind him.

“Is tha’ right?”

“Mhmmm, yup, and you,” you turn your head to look at his face, “you are the best turtle I know. So…” You trail off nudging him with your shoulder. “It���s you or bust babe.” You ignore the fake growl with a grin as Raph pushes you off the bench with ease, your laughter growing as he pounces on you, leading to an impromptu wrestling match.

Later that night as Raph lay in his bed, his online social page pulled up on his phone (all the brothers had one though Mikey was the most active, shortly followed by Donnie.) he quickly accepted the little prompt that was sent to him, linking the two profiles together. His name quickly appeared in your bio surrounded by two simple red hearts. He tried not to think about how he was smiling or how the little voice in the back of his head wanted it to be real. The little voice was quickly silenced with Mickey's not so little shouting.

“GUYS! RAPH FINALLY HAS A GIRLFRIEND! BETTER PAY UP DONNIE!” Well shit, so much for not letting his brothers know.

It was too much effort to tell his brothers the truth and Master Splinter had already given his blessing for the union; besides you wouldn’t mind him changing the rules too much. Would you? He buried his face in his hands and groaned, why did he let you drag him into this?

Raph had texted you about his brothers finding out, you responded by calling him and hearing Mikey tease Raph in the background was almost worth the guilt you felt.

“I am so sorry, I completely forgot about it.”

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart. Mikey I will beat the green off of you if you don’t stop! I forgot about ‘em too.” The name was new, the threatening Mikey was not.

“S-sweetheart? Did you not tell your family that you’re doing me a favor?” You could hear Raph’s fist hit something hard, and something, presumably Mikey, hit the floor.

“Told you to leave him alone Mikey.” Leo’s voice sounded in the background.

“He didn’t have to hit me so hard!” Mikey’s whining grew fainter as you presumed Raph walked away.

“Nah, it would take too much effort, ‘sides they all seem to think you got a crush on me or somethin’,” he paused imagining the way you look when you’re flustered, letting the grin creep into his voice, “jus’ no over the top pda and nothing else has to change, right?” You found yourself nodding even though he couldn't see you.

“Right, are you sure it’s okay?”

“Course I am. Not your fault my family’s a pain in the ass. Anyway,” you could hear the TV getting louder in the background, “you should get ready for school, I know you got all those test things comin up, so jus’ focus on studying. An’ don’t worry I won’t beat Mikey up too much, if he keeps his mouth shut.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll see you when the tests are over then?”

“Sounds good to me, doll.” You were almost afraid that the heat from your face would melt the phone.

“I’ll talk to you later, my valiant defender.” He sighed happily as he hung up the phone, tucking it safely into his pocket before sharply turning to give Mikey a proper beat down. You stare down at your phone briefly wondering what would happen if you told Raph you wanted the relationship to be real.

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I’m finally on the Raph calling reader ‘Princess’ train. Just thought I should update.

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when you know exactly how you want a scene to go but as soon as you sit down to write it you are suddenly staring at some of the worst sentences mankind has ever strung together.

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Prompt List 2023 - alt text under the cut

January

first kiss | mission fic | fake dating | "whenever I look at you..." | snow | historical au

February

valentine's day | pollen/fear gas/truth serum | established relationship | "if i kiss you, will you shut up?" | different | mermaid au

March

fresh starts | road trup | getting back together/mutual pining | "make me" | acceptance | fairytale au

April

pranks | canon divergence | (seemingly) unrequited love | "no, i'm not dating your brother" | peace | university au

May

flower language | sick fic | pet/child acquisition | "who are you" | sunshine | fantasy/medieval/dark knights of steel au

June

wedding/proposal | saving the world | (accidental) love confession | "you aren't what i expected" | downpour | soulmate au

July

vacation together | power swap | enemies to lovers | "batman won't like this" | stars | coffee shop au

August

au of your choice | time travel | meet cute/blind date | "you're the only one i could turn to for help" | storm | vampire/werewolf/dc vs vampires au

September

high school/college sweethearts | hurt/comfort | meeting the family | "i wrote this for you" | flood | shifter au

October

couples costume | test messaging | identity shenanigans | "you can't bench me!" | lightning | sports team au

November

life changes | de-aging | secret relationship (reveal) | "be careful what you wish for" | growth | music/band au

December

holidays together | crack treated seriously | moving in together | "that's my favorite thing about you" | forgiveness | tattoo parlor/flower shop au

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You finally see him. Don

The next morning, when you woke up, you were positive that you had the strangest dream last night. However, when you tried looking for the glowing canister in your backpack, it was gone, and you couldn’t find it anywhere in the apartment either. You checked the window and found it unlocked, your backpack was unzipped, and you could still remember parts of the conversation between you and this Donnie guy.

Walking on your way back home from your tutoring session, you decided to leave a note for your mysterious hero. You were surprised to get one back the next morning.

“I guess you’re not a dream after all.” You muse as you reread the note.

The note-passing continued for a few weeks before you finally asked if you could meet him, in-person meet him. The notes that were passed were as follows.

“I’m not sure you really want that.”

“Why, will it put me in danger or something? Dream hero?”

“Honestly, yes.”

“As bad as the glowing canister I found?”

“Possibly. Why do you want to see me?”

“Because these notes and your nerdy jokes are the best parts of my day. I’d just like to have a face to go with your handwriting.” That was the last note you sent him, and that was a few days ago. Honestly, you were almost hurt by the lack of response from Donnie. Late after school, you walked home with your head down; the street lamps lit your path as you focused on the sidewalk. You made it home with little trouble and checked for a brightly colored note, and found nothing. You threw your bag next to the door and decided to not worry about homework until tomorrow. Without noticing, you fell asleep to the drone of the movie on the T.V.

It was late when you woke up; you could hear the shuffling, almost like that first night. A figure hidden in shadows stood beside the window; with a yawn, you sat up and looked around the apartment’s living room.

“Donnie?” You ask, holding back another yawn.

“Um, yeah, it’s me.” He quietly said your name as you blinked to get your vision to normal standards. “Listen, I’m going to show you something, and you have to promise that you won’t scream or call the police, okay?” Your foggy mind had cleared by then, and you nodded in confusion.

“Okay,” you said slowly, “what is it you’re going to show me?”

“A face to go with that handwriting.” You could hear the slight nervous quiver of his voice, he turned on the lamp beside the window, and you could see in the soft light the worried furrow of his brow.

“Wow.” You whisper, getting up to take a closer look at him. “Incredible,” he stood there holding his breath, waiting for you to point out the obvious, “just incredible, you are." You paused, taking in the look of worry on his face. His tall stature, his hands fiddling with each other as if he didn't know what to do. You felt the corners of your mouth tilt up. "Just as dorky as I thought you would be.” You grinned, taking a step away from the flabbergasted turtle.

“What?” You had to suppress a laugh as you walked towards the kitchen. He was speechless, and you felt a small dash of pride as you walked.

“You heard me, now, would you like something to drink?”

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Nicknames

Here are just a few of the possible nicknames that you and your turt might use.

Leo: You call him Hero, Hero-Boy, or Leo-Kun when you want a rise out of him, or Sensei to be a tease. He calls you Beloved, Dear, Tuski, or moon-moon when he’s teasing you.

Donnie: You call him, Donnie boy, Don Juan, Dr. Don, Darling, and a few others along those lines. He calls you Darling, Love, and Student when teasing.

Raph: You call him Babe, Hun, Hot Stuff, Hot Head, or anything along those lines. He calls you Babe, Minx, Beautiful, Doll, to tease you he brings out girly.

Mikey: You call him Babe, Baby, Mikester, Mr. Turt, and anything else when the mood strikes. He calls you every nickname under the sun, Sweetcheeks is one of his favorite along with Sunshine, Angelcakes, and Cupcake. 

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I had to.

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You Finally See Him. LEO

It had been a few weeks since you met the mysterious shadow teacher Leo and since meeting him you had found your habits changing. You spent more time up on the roof of your building after dark, and he had been there almost every time. His calm voice and patience made him a good teacher, and, when you needed to talk or vent, he was an even better listener.

    It was one day when you were up on the roof that curiosity got the better of you. You were left with vague imaginings of what he looked like. Stunning eyes and a tall build, you had gotten to know him from a few conversations and you recognized that he hid himself from you out of fear for your reaction. You hoped to change that tonight. Your plan? You had a plan, at least part of one. You were going to mess up your form so much that he would have to come out and fix them for you, or you could just ask him to fix your form, as far as a plan went it wasn’t a great one but hopefully it would work.

    “I see you’ve forgotten your hand positions again.” You heard him land on the roof before he made that teasing comment. Bashfully you look down at your grip and could see where you went wrong.

    “Bad habits take a while to correct.” You tell him with a slight shrug as you adjust your grip on the wooden handle.

    “So, besides your bad habits, what are we working on tonight?” You look to where you knew him to be and back to the wooden sword in your hands.

    “Honestly, I was really hoping to learn how to do the kata sword thingy.” You could hear him shift possibly out of discomfort as you turned your back to him. “I mean, I know I’m doing well with the sword training but if I want to get serious about appreciating the ways of ninjutsu then I thought that maybe I could get... to.... see....you.” You trailed off your shoulders sagging. You completely forgot about the original plan and although everything you said was true, you were afraid that you would scare your teacher away.

    “Is there nowhere that could teach you everything else you wish to know?” Leo asked, he was nervous, you could tell.

    “Sort of, they have some classes but they aren’t like working with you.” You blurted, holding the sword at your side.

    “You promise you won’t be afraid of me?” A feeling of triumph fills you as you turn and nod eagerly.

    “I promise, you’re one of the most level headed, patient, careful, patient, nicest people I’ve ever met. Did I mention how patient you are? Besides I’ve improved so much just by your excellent verbal instruction.” You stood your ground, improving your posture as you faced the outline of his shadowy form. “Imagine how much I would improve if you could show me.”

    With a resigned sigh Leo took a few careful steps from his hiding spot. The light caught his face first, and you watched with bated breath as your teacher revealed himself. A turtle like creature with a calm commanding attitude, his stance proper his eyes trained on you to determine your next move. Surprisingly, to him, you bowed.

    “Thank you, Leo. Or should I call you Sensei now?” You tease with a grin.

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Master-list

Alright, so this is the master-list. I’ll update it semi-frequently.

All Four

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/172642879506/how-he-looks-at-you

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/138507173811/camping-in-the-sewers

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/137818338046/texting-headcanon

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/172733038996/nicknames

LEO

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/137162009817/when-you-meet-the-leader-in-blue

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/137928449311/phonecall-headcanon-leo

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/138507517806/leo-headcanon

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/140856962468/falling-asleep-in-the-same-bed

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/142792400099/dancing

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/172713861031/you-finally-see-him-leo

Raph

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/137226761555/when-you-meet-the-hot-head-in-red

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/140684752407/dancing

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/141368562388/falling-asleep-in-the-same-bed

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/142349725731/raph-imagine

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/150884525186/can-i-have-raphxreader-in-which-he-accidentally

Donnie

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/137289801107/when-you-meet-the-brains-in-purple

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/141660156550/falling-asleep-in-the-same-bed

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/142896246759/dancing

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/150886750611/can-i-request-a-donnie-x-reader-story-im-not

Mikey

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/137354057442/when-you-meet-the-party-dude-in-orange

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/138127807671/phonecall-headcanon-mikey

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/138130948081/dancing-with-mikey

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/141088818530/falling-asleep-in-the-same-bed

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/142630032973/dancing

Other

https://readersandtmnt.tumblr.com/post/140643143206/can-you-please-write-a-2003-fic-where-the-shy  (Mr. Oroku/ShredderXReader) 

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How he looks at you.

Leo: He looks at you as if you are the moon to his endless night, it would be the sun but considering how he isn’t outside much during the day and the sun is too bright to actually look at, he looks at you as if you are the moon. To him you are glowing and radiant and mythical, he looks at you as if poets have spent eons describing you yet never fully capturing the feeling that grasps the heart when his gaze falls upon you. You have him captive and with each passing moment of time your mysteries although solved still ignite that fire of wonder and coat his mind with a fog of magic. You pull him in and control him as easily as the moon controls the tides, with such ease that you are not even aware of it.

Donny: You, you magnificent creature of atoms and energy. His eyes drink in every iota of your being because you are biological perfection. He looks at you as if you were a computer, honestly. The genus spends hours analyzing building and designing gadgets, but you are the most amazing creation he never made. From self repairing skin cells to blood vessels to neurons, he could spend years looking at every atom of yours under a microscope and still exclaim how amazing it is, your body, your genetics, and how much more special it is because it is yours. Your eyes were the monitors that he gets lost in, your beating heart is the electric buzz that keeps you in motion, and honestly while Donny isn’t a poet or a traditional artist, you are far more than a fleshy machine because he loves you, and it shows in how he looks at you.

Raph: You hold his gaze captive like a flower, he’s not good with the names of flowers, but they are always beautiful and fragrant. The bright colors the soft petals, how could he not see you as such a fragile thing? Him a large bulky monster and you soft, sweet, delicate yet brimming with life, love, and determination. He is afraid that with one touch he would hurt you but you, like many other kinds of flowers, always come back. You’re always growing, flowering, and always you turn his stomach to butterflies. How could he not look upon you and see anything less than the beautiful resiliency that nature gave you. To him you are the flower blooming after a harsh winter, he is both surprised that you survived in such harsh conditions but also filled with hope that he too could flourish and bloom. Yes to him you are a flower and he would do anything to protect you, much as the little prince would to protect his rose. You always wonder why his nicknames for you were flowers.

Mikey: Some days he looks at you as if you are the best meal he had ever seen, other days you are paint upon a canvas that he longs to fall into. Either way he would never articulate just how your every move is a stroke of a brush on the canvas of his life, how you are the water keeping him from thirst, the proverbial statue beckoning him towards a better tomorrow, because every day that he has with you is better than the last. You, his muse, confidant, friend, and lover, you the ocean that he would shamelessly drown in. You are art, not so much that you are beautiful, because to him you are more beautiful than anything trapped in a museum in all the world, but that you make his heart cry out with emotion. After all, he will tell you on the bad days, art is not meant to be beautiful, it is meant to make people feel, and boy oh boy does he feel when he looks at you. He doodles your eyes and nose and blemishes on every scrap of paper, paints you on the walls, cooks up the flavors that reminds him of you, probably why he keeps putting a lot of toppings on pizza, like jellybeans. You are art and sustenance for him, and it shows in the admiration of his eyes.

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Hey! I love your blog and i couldn't remember if i actually sent this in but i was hoping i could request something?

Sure! I'm not positive that I'll get to it but send in whatever you like!

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Are you still active?

Hey, thanks for asking. I haven't been as active as I would like to be. Work, school, and the amount of storms tend to keep me away from the internet :( But not to worry I'll have a few stories posted when I can! Thank you so much for the ask.

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Can I request a Donnie x Reader story? I'm not sure about the plot, but I wish to have fluff and such. Just something really cute.

Of course! I think we could all use some cute fluff once in awhile. I hope that this is okay!

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You thought that it would be a normal day for you and the turtles, go down with pizza get hug-maulled by Mikey for said pizza, wave off worried Leo from scolding Mikey for the sudden hug attack, fist bump Raph and take a seat beside Donnie so you could finish your homework without Mikey bothering you, too much. That was not the case, you went down with pizza, got hugged by Mikey, shushed Leo and greeted Raph as normal but when it came to greeting Donnie you saw a sleeping turtle slumped over his desk. 

You didn’t know what to say or do, this has never in the history of you knowing the boys. He looked so peaceful. You took this rare opportunity of calm quiet to really admire him. He looked rather uncomfortable though so you set your bag down and began removing his goggles, placing them beside him before retrieving a soft pillow from his mostly unused bed and placing it under his head, after moving the keyboard, preventing the imprint to form on his face.

Your fingers traced the pattern of his shell softly, smiling when he churred in his sleep. His brothers were wise to tend to their own business seeing how rare sleep was for the tech savvy brother.  You took your seat beside him after pressing a kiss to his temple.

Two hours later and you had finished all of your homework, with distractions provided by tumblr, when the turtle beside you began to stir. A long yawn greeted your ears as he rubbed his eyes. He squinted suspiciously at the pillow before turning towards you and falling out of his chair.

“H-how long have you been here?!” Donnie struggled to stand, his body attempting to reorient itself after the foreign rest. You shrugged with a smile.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t been here long.” It didn’t feel like a long time, well not at the moment, when you were working on that one assignment was a different story. Donnie pulled on his glasses and squinted at the clock, the gears in his head turning. 

“It’s at least two hours since the time you normally arrive...” Standing Donnie towered over you, giving you the disbelieving look normally reserved for when Mikey “didn’t” break the thing. It of course never mattered what that thing was, just that Mikey “didn’t” break it. You gave Don a nervous smile. 

“Oh! Has it? I completely lost track...” Donnie sighed, you were too cute for him to really be disappointed in you.

“You should have woken me.” He sighed sitting back down.

“But then I wouldn’t have been able to admire you!” You said quickly, realizing too late what you said, Donnie felt his face burn as he turned to see your own embarrassed face. “Wait that... crap.” You whisper, trying to melt into the chair. Donnie cleared his throat.

“Umm, well.” He glanced away from you, hand rising to rub the back of his neck. “I-If you wanted to, I mean you don’t have to but I. Ah, I wouldn’t mind if, if we could. It would be most beneficial to further observe each other, over dinner perhaps?” Weary brown eyes switched from his computer screen to your face as he spoke, unable to focus. A grin that nearly split your cheeks formed on your face.

“I would love to Donnie.” You smiled, laying your hand on his arm. His smile almost matched yours as he focused on your face. “You are my favorite subject to study after all.” You told him with a wink causing him to lose his seat for a second time, after checking on him you started to laugh, he soon joined you.

Later, after forcing him away from his projects the two of you settled on the couch to watch a movie, the two of you falling asleep halfway through, your head tucked neatly against his shoulder as he churred in content through the rest of the night.

Mikey knew better than to say anything the next morning, but he had plenty of pictures for later. 

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Are you currently taking requests??

I am indeed! I’ll try to get to them in a timely manner! 

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Hey there! I just recently found your blog and I am completely inlove with it!!! You are an amazing writer and please don't stop what you're doing and keep on writing fanfics!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I feel really guilty sometimes for letting this blog go stagnant but your kind words mean a lot to me. Thank you so much! I’m really glad that you enjoy the blog and I hope to be more active around the weekends again.