#tmnt raph oneshot

[hotheadedhero]

Daft Pretty Boys

AN: I was going to try and get something Halloween-like out but it's been busy lately. Have some fluffy angst with Raph, instead :D

Raphael x Reader

Warning: kinda angsty, soft-hearted Raph ahead :)

When you blessed the turtles with your bright presence and inevitably befriended them, Raphael didn’t realise just how much of an emotional rollercoaster it would be. As a person, you are amazing. You always make a point to engage with him and his brothers, even for the small things. Other than April, they’ve never felt more welcomed by human company before. The thing is, if he were to put one fault on you, it’s your taste in men. 

You fall fast and hard, and it’s not because of their looks. It’s the ones who have this idea that they know they look good: the confidence they exude, sharp-witted flattery on the end of a hook that you can’t help biting into. You get caught, pulled in, they have their fun, and then you’re chucked back into sea awaiting the next juicy-looking cast of bait. One would think you’d be smart enough to not fall for the same routine tricks over and over again but here we are.

Each time you say, “He’s really sweet,” followed by a “This one is different,” but he never is. You’re always taking that chance, betting on the next guy being Mr Right, only for it to end in heartbreak, and every time Raph’s at your aid when you come crying to him. That isn’t said with any malice for you. He will always be there to pick up the pieces. Maybe broken pieces of these stupid shmucks if he just had five minutes alone with them.

You grasp so desperately to hope. Raph would commend you for your optimistic persistence if it didn’t break him to see you in tears. There’s only so much one heart can take. He doesn’t want you to become some calloused husk of your sweet self, too afraid to take another chance. He doesn’t want you to end up like him. Raphael knows he’s unloveable. Regardless of his appearance, he has a temper - one that he keeps as far away from you as he possibly can. His feelings for you never seem to pass despite how much he tries but he isn’t meant for love. That isn’t how this world works. You, on the other hand, should be cherished and he’ll beat the next sorry sucker who does any less than that.

How? How can someone be so foolish to drop you like these men have? He doesn’t get it. Were it him, he’d spend every waking moment appreciating you, letting it be known just how precious you are and how lucky he is to be the one to call you his. But he isn’t. The same daydream can play as many times as it likes, it’s never going to go in that direction. He needs to keep reminding himself of that.

You just deserve so much more than the cards you keep getting dealt. You’ve probably got to be the sweetest person he’s ever had the luxury of meeting. A little bubble-brained at times but that’s in part what makes you so cute. It’s also why you end up in and out of these short-lived relationships, he reckons. Much like now, for instance. It’s almost routine, weirdly systematic in a way, how you waddle into the lair glassy-eyed and red-faced wearing that grey sweater - the one he calls your breakup sweater - that’s two sizes too big for you. So much for the macho man with the green eyes. Making it to one month is a record, so there’s that at least.

Raphael doesn’t say anything, just holds a hand out whilst the other cradles the back of his neck. By now, he’s learnt that there’s nothing he can say. It’s better to wait on you until you manage to find your words. You slowly trudge towards him and smack your forehead into his chest. All he can do is stand there and stare at the top of your head whilst he battles the urge to pick you up and take you away from all this frivolous bullshit. His arm falls to his side as he watches you, and you just about say what he would expect you to.

“I really thought this one would be different,” you whimper quietly and the hiccup in your throat makes his chest burn. “He seemed so genuine.”

Raphael’s heart clenches. He wants to scream that he’s the one who’s genuine, that he’s the one who’s been here through every heartbreak, every tear. But instead, he swallows his words, feeling the weight of his own unspoken feelings pressing down on his chest.

He pats the top of your head, almost awkwardly, and sighs, “I know.”

A pained laugh muffles against his chest. “I’m the problem, aren’t I?” you ask rhetorically, playing it off as some joke at your own expense but it only angers him further.

“It’s not you,” Raph replies, a hint of a growl edging into his tone. “They’re the ones who don’t know what they’re missin’.”

“But there’s a common denominator here. It feels like it’s me.” You pull back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze. “Like, maybe if I was just different-”

“Stop right there,” he interjects, his brow furrowing. “You are not the problem. They are. Trust me on that.”

You always say the wrong things about yourself: the things he thinks about himself on a daily; if he was different. You are such an honest person and yet you lie so frequently when you talk about yourself. A nasty bi-product of those worthless scumbags treating you the way they do. You want to believe him on his word but you also can’t ignore the facts. It’s always the same song and dance. You stupidly cling to hope, searching for the silver lining that never seems to come, and end up in this sad mess of a person.

Raphael watches as you pull away, the warmth of his body replaced by the chill of reality. It’s painful to see you so vulnerable, so exposed. He wishes he could shake you out of this cycle, snap his fingers and make you see what’s right in front of you. But he can’t. All he can do is stand there, the silent sentinel, while you cry into the fabric of your sweater. The moment lingers, heavy and full of unsaid words. He wants to tell you that you deserve better, that you should never settle for the likes of those clowns who don’t recognize your worth. Yet, the words stick in his throat, tangled with his own fear of inadequacy.

He clears his throat, trying to break the tension. “Tell you what, let’s grab a couple sodas and a slice. Sit up top for a bit, yeah?”

You pull back slightly, wiping your eyes. “I don’t know if I can eat right now, Raph.”

“Doesn’t matter. You need to get outta this gloom. Plus, I’m starving,” he responds with a half-hearted attempt at humor, but the grin doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Finally, you yield. Begrudgingly, he might add, but food and the fresh night air is what you need right now, especially seeing as you’ve been cooped up in your apartment all day crying. He takes whatever pizza he had leftover - it’s only lasted because Mikey has luckily been out - along with a couple cans and leads you through the sewers. Whilst he’s essentially forcing you outside, he goes at your pace, never pushing you beyond that. Sure, it takes longer than it should but you get to a nice rooftop eventually, and before you know it, he’s already got you venting with a slice in your hand.

“And then he pulls out the classic ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ shtick,” you say and Raph follows with a quiet “Of course, he does,” before you continue, “and I swear, I could’ve just slapped him.”

“You should have.”

You hum shortly against a bite of pizza and shrug. “Ah, the moment’s long gone, anyway.”

The two of you glance at each other with a small laugh before returning to the view ahead. This feels better. Much better. Once again, your knight in shell-y armour has helped you bounce back from your foreboding. If you had it your way earlier, you would have loved nothing more than to curl up on the couch and watch some bad reality TV to cheer you up. Not where Raph is concerned. He’s soft-natured when you need that shoulder to cry on but knows when to crack out a bit of that tough love, too. You’re always thankful for that - him - and you hope he knows just how much of a difference he makes.

"Hey.” He nudges you with his elbow and you look up, noting the light smirk on his face, though the seriousness behind his eyes isn’t something to be ignored. “Next asshole that breaks your heart, you just point me in the right direction.”

"And be an active participant in murder? Not a chance," you laugh and playfully swat him, earning a low chortle. You think you know what he’s getting at and it’s sweet in weird kind of way. With a perma-smile now glued to your face, you rest your head on his arm and speak more gently, "Thanks, though."

He glances down at you and tempts the idea of stroking a hand over your head. His fingers clasp into a fist and he looks ahead again, taking a gentle breath before responding quietly, "Yeah... don't mention it."

[chadobi]

Lonely Together

Bayverse Raphael x Reader

The Lair was buzzing with life tonight or at least, Raphael’s version of “buzzing,” which meant Mikey was yelling about pizza toppings, Donnie was arguing with himself over a glitch in his latest gadget, and Leo was being, well, Leo. In the middle of it all, like always, you were there. Sitting cross-legged on the couch, arms loosely draped over your knees, watching the chaos unfold with that same tired smile you always wore.

Raph noticed it more than he cared to admit.

You were around a lot. Practically every night for the past few months, even when nothing exciting was going on. You’d sneak down to the Lair through April’s shop with a casual “Hey,” act like part of the furniture, and never ask for anything in return. No expectations, no drama. Just quiet company. That should’ve made sense to him, considering how private you were, but something about your presence always made him… wonder.

Why were you here so often?

Why weren’t you with friends? Family? Someone?

Raphael wasn’t exactly the king of social intuition, but he wasn’t blind either.

So tonight, when the pizza boxes started emptying and the volume in the Lair lowered to a comfortable hum, he found himself watching you again from across the room, elbow braced on the kitchen counter, half a slice of pepperoni pizza forgotten in his hand.

You were just sitting there with your eyes slightly unfocused, your gaze somewhere in the soft flicker of the TV, a mug of lukewarm tea cupped between your palms.

And that same tired smile.

Raph didn’t know what made him move, but he did. Quiet steps, bare feet against tile. No one noticed they were too busy arguing about whether pineapple belonged on pizza.

He sank onto the couch beside you, letting out a grunt as he got comfortable.

You blinked and turned toward him slowly, as if startled from some far-off thought.

“Oh. Hey,” you murmured, smiling again.

Raph tilted his head. “You ever don’t say that when you see me?”

You snorted. “Well, I don’t usually have a lot of time to think of clever greetings when a six-foot mutant turtle just appears beside me.”

“Touché,” he muttered with a smirk.

A short silence fell between you, comfortable, if a little tentative. You looked down at your mug. Raph watched your fingers as they played with the rim.

He cleared his throat. “So uh… you ever hang out anywhere else but here?”

You looked up, surprised. “What?”

He shrugged. “Just… noticed you’re always around lately.”

“Oh.” You looked back down. “Yeah. I guess I am.”

There was something in your tone that didn’t sit right with him.

“Not that I mind,” he added quickly. “S’just… you got friends or somethin’? People your age usually do, right?”

You laughed, but it wasn’t the kind of laugh he liked hearing from you. It was short. Dry. Almost bitter.

“I used to,” you said quietly.

That wasn’t the answer he expected.

“…Used to?”

You shifted in your seat and stared at the TV for a few seconds before sighing. “Yeah. I had this group of friends. We were super close. Like… sisters.”

He didn’t interrupt, just watched your profile as you talked.

“We did everything together. Sleepovers, birthdays, vacations. They were my whole world.” You let out a short exhale. “Then stuff started to change. I didn’t even notice it at first. One of them would ‘forget’ to invite me to something. Another would borrow my clothes and never return them. Little digs, you know? At first, I thought I was being sensitive.”

Raph frowned. “You weren’t.”

You smiled faintly, not looking at him. “Eventually, they just… dropped me. Like I was nothing. After years of being ‘sisters.’ I asked why. They said I was too ‘emotional,’ too ‘needy,’ that I made everything about me. But I wasn’t, Raph. I swear I wasn’t.”

Your voice cracked slightly, and he stiffened beside you.

You took a shaky breath and forced a smile. “So, yeah. I’m around here a lot because this is the one place I don’t feel like I’m walking on eggshells. With you guys… it’s different.”

Raphael didn’t answer right away.

He felt a strange twist in his gut. Not anger — not exactly. But something deeper. Something bitter and ancient and all-too-familiar.

“…They sound like assholes,” he said eventually.

You let out a surprised laugh, genuine this time.

“Yeah,” you admitted, “they kind of were.”

Another pause. This one stretched a little longer. The sound of Mikey singing badly in the background filled the space between you.

Then, Raph shifted. His voice dropped.

“I get it, y’know.”

You turned to him.

“Get what?”

He scratched the back of his neck. “Feelin’ like that. Like… you’re too much. Or not enough. Or both, somehow.”

There was something raw in his voice now. Something that made your breath hitch a little.

“I mean,” he continued, staring down at his own hands, “look at me. I’m literally built different. Too big, too angry, too much muscle, not enough brain.” He chuckled dryly. “People always act like I’m supposed to be the ‘tough one,’ but… I dunno. Sometimes I feel like I’m the most breakable one. Just… in different ways.”

You watched him in silence, heart tugging hard in your chest.

He shifted again, slower this time.

“When I get mad, people leave. When I don’t talk, people assume I’m fine. When I do talk, they think I’m scary.” His jaw tensed. “Ain’t really much middle ground.”

You set your mug down gently and turned fully toward him. The light from the TV caught on the edge of his shell, outlining him in silver.

“Raph,” you said softly, “you’re not too much.”

He blinked. Slowly looked up at you.

“And you’re not scary. You’re protective. You feel deeply. And that’s not a flaw. It’s… rare.”

He didn’t say anything, but something in his shoulders loosened.

You smiled gently. “I think that’s why I like being around you. With you, I don’t have to pretend.”

Raph swallowed thickly. “Yeah. Me too.”

The air between you suddenly felt warmer. Closer.

You looked at each other for a long time. Something passed unspoken. Not quite romantic, not quite platonic. Just something real.

Raph let out a soft grunt. “Y’know… bein’ alone sucks.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “It really does.”

“…But bein’ lonely with someone else?” He looked at you with something vulnerable in his eyes. “That don’t suck so much.”

You felt your throat tighten, but you smiled anyway.

“No,” you whispered. “No, it really doesn’t.”

There was a moment of stillness, like the world around you had gone quiet, like you and Raph were the only two people in it. You both sat there, neither moving, neither speaking and yet, something between you shifted permanently in that space.

The silence wasn’t lonely anymore.

Raph glanced at you again, almost shyly.

“You uh… wanna stay a bit longer?”

You nudged your shoulder into his gently.

“I was already planning on it.”

⸻

You were curled up beside him on the couch. Mikey had long since passed out on the floor, and Donnie had retreated to his lab. Even Leo had disappeared to his room with a book and a sigh of peace.

But you and Raph remained.

The TV flickered silently now, muted, casting soft shadows across the Lair.

You were half-asleep, your head resting lightly against Raph’s shoulder, his arm stretched along the back of the couch like a quiet guard.

For once, he didn’t feel like too much.

And for once, you didn’t feel like not enough.

And together, just like that the loneliness began to fade.

Not because it was fixed.

But because you weren’t carrying it alone anymore.

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Hey there! I hope you’re all doing well! The topic of this one-shot is quite heavy, but I wanted to talk about it.

I was a bit inspired by events from my own life, because I’ve needed to pour my emotions into writing for a while now.

If you’re feeling lonely, remember that no matter what, you��re not alone in this.

Someone who truly deserves you will come into your life eventually 🩷

Enjoy reading!

[hornedstorys]

Imagine Oneshot - 2003 Raphael x Reader

- He is injured and you take care of his wounds. It comes to a kiss. / Raph is of age Warnings: Mentions of injuries

You anxiously fetched the bandages. Ever since you became friends with the Turtles, you had actually created an extra box of bandages and medicines for emergencies. Especially for Raphael, the most hot-headed of them all.

He was the one you worried about the most. Even though you knew he could take good care of himself, this time he really went too far and he looked really bad.

It was raining cats and dogs outside when you saw the shadow outside your window. You immediately knew who it was and opened the latch in seconds and let the mutant in. The first thing you heard was a pain-filled gasp and your fear immediately grew.

Raphael almost fell, literally, into your arms and you could feel the warm liquid seeping from his wounds on your hands.

“Red!” you shouted in panic and helped the semi-conscious ninja to sit down in your bathtub. You had to clean him up so that you could tend to his wounds. The water turned so red in no time that you thought he would bleed to death in your arms, but the occasional growl kept your hopes alive.

“What were you thinking, Raphael!” you gasp, biting your lips to hold back your emotions. It took you quite some time to tend to his wounds and he fainted in the meantime.

Somehow you managed to lay him in your bed and cover him up. He was taken care of so far. You also tried to give him as much water as you could to keep him hydrated. You sat next to the bed all night and waited for him to make a sound, but he didn't. He slept soundly and your eyes slowly became heavier and heavier.

You didn't notice when Raphael woke up in the middle of the night and his head turned in your direction. His eyes narrowed with strain, he looked at the sleeping figure of you. Once again, the feeling ran through him of how lucky he was to have you. You were always able to control his temper, you were always there for him and took care of him.

He soon had to admit to himself that he could no longer and would no longer deny the feelings that were welling up inside him for you. He gasped as he tried to move. His whole body was on fire, but he didn't want to stay still.

He saw the tear mark on your cheek and immediately felt guilty. You had been crying because of him. He had gone too far again.

You perked up at the movement and your eyes widened as you saw Raphael trying to get up.

"Raphael, you have to stay down. Your stitches could come undone again," you admonished him and tried to push him back onto the bed, but he held on to you tightly. Your gaze became confused.

He actually pulled himself upright, at least so that he was sitting upright. Your hand still on his shoulder. Suddenly, he gently grasped your hand. You could see his head rattling as if he was thinking, but about what?

But before you could think about it any further, he let go of your hand and instead gently grabbed your chin, cheek and all, with his three fingers and pulled you towards him. His lips crashed against yours and you gasped in surprise into his mouth. You hadn't expected that. The kiss was intense and gentle. You both couldn't suppress a moan. Breathing heavily, he broke away from you and looked intensely into your eyes.

“Thank you,” he croaked and you just nodded, completely dazed.

[xtreklx]

Bumpin' ~ Raphael x reader

One-shot: bayverse Raphael x reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: SFW, fluff, slightly mature themes (rated 17+, see my masterlist for disclaimer)

A/N: a self-indulging one-shot I thought up for Raphie boy. thanks for reading!

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"Y/N, I'm boooooooored."

Michelangelo let out a long, drawn-out sigh and turned to look at you. You were both strewn about the living room of the lair, him on the floor and you on the couch. This time was normally used for your weekly Mortal Kombat sesh, but Donatello had shut off the lair's power to make a repair, so the two of you were forced to find an alternative activity. Which sounded like a simple task, but had since proven the opposite.

You mimicked your friend's long-drawn out sigh with a smirk on your face. "Yeah, I bet Don decided on purpose to do this right now," you replied. "Not that I blame him, we do get pretty loud when we game." You were laying on the couch as you spoke, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone's home screen and hoping that an app or notification would give you some sort of inspiration.

You thought for a moment as Mikey continued his mock sighs, which were rising in both volume and drama, before turning to him with an idea. "Hey Mikey, do you use Spotify to listen to music?" He looked to you again before pulling out his phone. "Yeah, team Spotify all the way! Why?"

You sat up with a new invigoration. "We should create a blended playlist!" You exclaimed, opening the app on your phone. "We can compare our music tastes and see what we have in common, it'll be fun!" Mikey sat up from his spot on the floor and handed you his phone with the Spotify app open. "Hell yeah, girl! I'm always in the mood to bump some tunes! Lemme go get my speaker." And with that, he took off to his room.

You got to work with both of your phones in your hand. When he returned, you hit shuffle on your blended playlist and the music started flowing from the speaker. You moved to sit next to him on the floor.

"When I look at the playlist story, it says we have a 56% music match." "Okaaaaaaay, that's not too bad," Mikey replied. "Where do we match up, dudette?" You tapped the screen again, showing him. "Our number one match is Tyler the Creator. That makes sense, I listen to him a lot!" "No way, me too!" Mikey exclaimed. "He's definitely one of my fave artists."

The two of you began chatting away and singing along to songs as they came up, while unknowingly summoning a third party.

"Poor Don'll never get the quiet time he wants," Raphael spoke, shaking his head as he walked into the living room from the dojo. His gruff voice startled you from behind and your heart rate increased, as it often did around the short-tempered brother. You had had a crush on him for a few months now, but were far too intimidated and nervous to make a move, so it went unaddressed. The turtle in question strolled over and plopped down on the couch, looking down at you both on the floor. "What're you two idiots doing, anyway?"

"We're just bumpin' some tunes, bro!" Mikey called, shaking his head to the beat of the song playing. "We're comparing our music tastes!" You excitedly said. "And actually, we're using a very technical algorithm, so this is in the name of science! Donnie couldn't argue with that," you grinned up to the turtle in red. Raph rolled his eyes but let a small smirk grace his features in return. Dork.

"Alright dollface. Since it's so impressive, show me how it works."

You explained the process to him as Mikey continued to jam to the music playing from his speaker. Raph listened and examined the blended playlist you had created. "Hmm... Y/N, see what ours would look like," he pondered, reaching for his phone. Again, your heart sped up, but you breathed out an "O-okay" and took his phone from him. As you tapped the screen, you ignored Mikey wiggling his brows at you in your peripheral vision, knowing about your feelings toward his brother.

When you finished, you gasped slightly, and turned the screen to Raph. "We're at 84%!!!" you squealed, showing him where your favorite artists intertwined. You scrolled through the playlist to see a mix of heavy metal, grunge, classic rock, R&B and rap. Tyler the Creator was also listed as one of your top matching artists.

"No way," the brute scoffed, leaning towards you so that he could look over your shoulder at your blended playlist. You both pointed out which songs were your favorite and why, and also chatted about the favorite artists you had in common. Your nerves eased as you connected with him, your heart thrumming at the realization that he was being... kind of vulnerable with you. You were getting to see a part of Raph that he had never shown you before.

All of the sudden, the song changed to 'Dogtooth' by Tyler the Creator, and Mikey jumped up, hollering. You gasped with joy, and you both looked to each other with excitement. "I love this song!!!" You both yelled, and then: "JINX!" You laughed hard as Mikey ran from the living room, yelling the lyrics at the top of his lungs, 100% looking to annoy his other older brothers.

As your laughing ceased and you turned back to Raph, you took in a quick breath as you realized how close you two were leaning in before the outburst. You were still on the floor, but had scooted towards his spot on the couch until you were practically leaning on his lap. You could feel his warm breath brush your face, and he got an amused look on his face as he gazed at you.

Your eyes widened naturally with the proximity, and after a moment of silence and staring at each other, you opened your mouth you speak. But before you could, Raph began rapping along to the song playing from Mikey's speaker, a growing smirk on his face and a unique glint in his hazel eyes as he watched you.

"She could ride my face, I don't want nothin' in return. Except for some her time and all her love, that's my concern. I'm tryna buy my neighbor's house..."

The eye contact he was giving you in this moment could only be described one way: heavy. And your face turned beet red. The closeness, his gaze, his smirk, the words- it was all too much for your poor heart to take.

"R-raph, w-what are you doing?"

"I'm just bumpin' some tunes, dollface."

[st4rryyynight]

Hello! Can I plz request the ROTTMNT turtles reacting to their s/o being girly? Their s/o is very hygienic, smells good all the time, their skin glows, their hair is always done perfectly, they wear beautiful and cute clothes, their nails are always done perfectly. They also love to collect plushies, bake and cook in their free time, and they also love donating to charities and shelters. They also have creation powers where they can create anything they want (i.e money, diamonds, etc).

★ohhhh,, (reader) sounds like such a sweetheart in this erhhhzzzz O_o !!★

★ — rise!turtles with a girly reader with creation powers !!

WARNING: GIF & FAST AND MOVING IMAGERY !!

★ — romantic coded !

★ — trigger warnings / tw: mentions of bleeding (raph's & donnie's part)

★ — content warnings / cw: headcanons, x reader / oc, canon x reader, fem!reader..still using they/them pronouns, reader is human this time, not proof read

❤️ — rise!raph x girly!reader !!

☆ — jumpin' jack flash- you're adorable. one of the cutest people he's ever met. so kind, so sweet- generous to everyone.. those are just a few of your qualities that make him swoon for you. he doesn't want to exagerate, but your generous and charitable traits are heroic in his eys, and you know raph love's heroic stuff !!

☆ — your appearance also plays a huge part on how he sees you- you look so perfect all the time that he could almost compare you to a porcelain doll ! and the clothes that you wear are so gorgeous-- they almost make you look like a bunny. raaa, he definitely has a short case of cuteness agression everytime he sees you, and just wants to hug you and never let go !! thoughh, since he is afraid of both hurting you and ruining your adorable fits with his scales, he holds back on the touchiness. no matter how much you look like a cute plushie, he can't risk damaging nor you, nor your clothing.

⁠☆ — ..speaking of plushies-- he now has someone to share his collection !! and urh,, that someone is you. he gets so happy whenever you show him a new plushie that you collected, or heck even- gift him one !! sometimes you two do trades with the plushies that you collect, it's just something sweet that you guys do every once in a while.

☆ — he is also amazed, and a little confused as to how you can buy so many things and seemingly not run out of money. and not just purchase stuff for your self- but also give out generous amounts of cash to numourous charities ! he is, well- curious, and wonders where you get all that money from, but as long as you are using them for the greater good, then who is he to judge ?

☆ — however, even though he tries to not overthink it, it's still strange to him as to how you always carry so much cash on you, and also being so comfortable making expensive purchases almost every week.. you must come from a rich family huh ?? or maybe you are a hard woke at whatever job you may be doing ! raph admires hard workers, and if that's the case then his respect for you has just been pumped up to aa 110% !! it is possible to go over 100% right ?? huh could ask donnie about this- ..wait, did you just-

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"jumpin' jack fla-, (READER) OH MIGOSH -!" the loud, worried tone of the snapper cut through the silence like a knife, making (reader) let out a soft gasp as they spun around to look at him with surprise in their eyes- a small clattering sound following soon after, as a what looked shard fell down near them.

"ra-raph, hey -!"

"are you- ARE YOU OKAY ?? IS THAT GLASS- DID IT JUST- ARE YOU HURT ??" raph interupted (reader) anxiously, loudly, as he hurried over to them- eyes filled with worry as he in breathed in and out, trying to rationalise the situation.

"you- you are not bleeding, are ya ??" he looked over at their arm, gently taking it in his own bandaged hand- looking for any cuts after a literal shard broke out of their skin.

"..raph, no- no, im.. im fine." in response, (reader) squeezed the snapper's hand slightly, giving him a reassuring, yet nervous look as they tugged their arm away from the mutant's grasp.

"fine ?? fine ?! you-you just had a shard fall from- from the inside of your arm !" the snapper argued worriedly, huffing out as he looked at you rather tensely

"it's okay big man, im-im good !" giving a small smile, albeit an unsure one- they gave themselves a moment to breath before going to pick up the fallen shard- only for raph to stop them.

"wait wait wait- you can't just pick up glass like that, you might cut yourself !" he shoved reader's hand away, and went to pick up the piece of glass himself with his own, rougher hand. one good thing about having rough scales is that you don't get cuts as easily.

though as raph went to scoop up the piece, he stopped.

"wait- (reader).. this don't look like glass.." he spoke skeptically, head tilting in a curious manner. he hesitantly touched the shard- a bit surprised to find that it's surface was quite polished, brightly reflecting against the lair's lights. regular glass wouldn't reflect so brightly against lights. right ?

however, what he was most puzzled by was that- despite the shard literally breaking out from reader's skin.. there wasn't any blood on it. not a single drop trickling down from it.

raph chuffed to himself, thick fingers curling around the shard as he finally picked it up- a confused expression on his face as he turned towards (reader), who was now looking around- a bit awkarded out, or rather, anxious about the whole situation.

raph raised a brow at their worried demeanor.

"urh.. (reader) - how, how did you-" the snapper stumbled on his words, mind hazy as he tried to string his thougths into words. he brought the shard up to his face- to which the more he looked at it, the more he realised that it looked like a crystal of some sorts- a diamond maybe.

"how did you get this- looks like it costs a fortune.."

"raph, you know I already have a fortune.." they tried to play it cool, laughing off the snapper's question softly.

"no- no doubt that you do, it's just a little strange that you have- this- this looks like it belongs in a.. in a museume or something !!" he knocked on the gem with a knuckle, inspecting it curiously- though stopping midway as he realised that he wasn't asking the right questions

"or.. no- how did this break out of your arm ?1 and- and why aren't you cut- or injured ?!"

"oh- eh, that, let me-" reader reached out to get the diamond back, only for raph to pull it away from them.

"na-na-na-nah ! you are not getting this back till you explain to me what is goin' on !" he spoke rather sternly- like an older brother.. well, he is the older brother- but he's never used that kind of tone for (reader).

they, in return shrunk back a little. they knew that raph wouldn't let this slide that easily, and leaving the snapper all confused wouldn't be the best solution to getting out of this situation. with a small sigh, almost a defeated one- (reader's) shoulders slumped back down as they took a moment to relax

"okay.. hah- you caught me -! guess I should tell you since you wanna learn so badly."

"spill it." he muttered in a quite, gruff tone- though he's words didn't seem commanding nor threatening, something that eased up (reader) a bit.

"alright- so, the reason that uhh.. a diamond just broke out of my skin, is a little- peculiar." they took in a small breath whilst raph gave them a curious, skeptical look.

"so I basically uhh.. I have a special ability- somewhat like uhh, a superpower that, well-" they choked on their own words for a moment, hesitant to speak- though raph egged them on- encouraging or more so, pressuring them to speak, even if that wasnt his intention.

"well ?? go on -!"

"I have creation powers."

raph perked up at their words, a bit shook- and confused as to what they just told him. he shook his head, looked back at the diamond he was holding, and then back at reader.

"uhh..could- could you repeat that -??" he blinked at them in disbelief biting down on his tongue in confusion.

"I- I can create stuff.. on my own will- out of..thin air ??"

raph continued to stare at them, eyes glazed with wonder- though he also seemed... puzzled, distrusting of their statement- almost as if he didn't realise how important this information was. this made (reader) sigh out softly, shaking their head themselves as they gave raph a look.

"oh, haha- I guess I should show you..uh, here, lemme." as they spoke those words, they took in a deep breath- and closed their eyes. in a flash, their palm begun glowing, something that took raph by surprise, causing him to stumble back a little- almost dropping the diamond.

"wait- what - what the ?!" raph muttured softly, in amazement, as he the small glow from their palm started to form into some sort of..mass, that slowly merged out of reader's hand. then the mass formed fuzz- ears, and small soft body. it looked like a plushy- no, it was a plushie. one that was created by reader's own flesh- though it didn't look.. fleshy. it was like a regular plushy you would see at the store.

"voila..! he's yours now, hah..!" reader hand over the plushy to the, the one that they made using their very own powers. raph could only look at it with starry eyes, marvelling over his friend's powers for a minute or two before finally taking the stuffed animal in his hands.

"(reader) that's..that was amazing- you're amazing -! I MEAN, that's amazing !!"

"amazing enough for you to give back the diamond ??"

at reader's teasing tone, raph seemed a little lost- only perking up as he looked back at his hand holding the precious gem.

"OH URH- yeah, yeah !! here-" before he could even offer it, reader swiftly took it from his large palm, gently placing it inside their bag.

"thank you !!" they exclaimed sweetly, beaming at raph with a small smile- though it didn't quite match his, whose grin reached his ears, giddy about his friend's special power.

"what- what you just did is amazing !! you could use those powers to do- urrhh, such good in the world !"

"awhh, raph, don't act like I already don't use them for that reason !"

"my respect for you grows everyday, y'know that right ??"

"daww, thank you !!

💜 — rise!donnie x girly!reader !!

☆ — okay, let's be honest. his type in girls is cute yet mean, but you?? you are an expection. you are cute- you dress cute and are such a sweetheart, at times it's almost overwhelming how sweet you can be. overwhelminggly charming, almost as if he can't handle your elegant and kind personality.

☆ — he appreciates how hygienic you are. no but, really- how is every little detail on you always so on point ?? from your nails being miraculously trimmed, to your skin always glowing and being soft to the touch.. it's almost surreal to him how one can be so perfect. he suspects that either you either are really dedicated in taking care of yourself and your appearance, or you are just.. not human. because, no human would as divine as you are 24/7.

☆ — knowing him and his love for gift-giving, along with your obvious love for using cosmetics and staying pretty, he'd probably make a bunch of his makeup supplies with the help of science !! yep, just for you- he'll design them to fit your colour-pallete and sensory preferences, and even how it'll react on your skin if it's sensitive

☆ — he's honestly a little urh- shook, or rather entraced at how generous you are.. donating to numerous charities, your pockets are always full of money.. how do you do it ?? y'know what- let him beg you to give him some of that cash and THEN tell him.

☆ — no, but really.. where do you get all this money from ?? are you a thief ?? well, he couldn't care less of you were one, you could be partners in crime honestly- but he is still skeptical. the most logical explanation that he has is that you either sell makeup products, have a store with those godly baked goods that you make, or-wait.. you can do WHAT ??

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★ — "GASPPPP !" the surprised voice of a softshell in particular made (reader) drop whatever they were doing- or rather, whatever they were holding, to spin around and look at donatello.

"ohh, haha- heya donnie." (reader) offered a small smile, one soft as ever- yet also a little nervous, as they bent down to quickly scoop up the item that they dropped, which was: a diamond.

"how's-how's it going ??"

"don't you 'how's it going- wait, did- did that.." he glared at the diamond with skeptical eyes, then back at (reader)- his eyes now analytical, widened.

"did that diamond just- come out from your hand- I knew it ! you aren't human, I knew it !"

"huh ?? wait, dee, no, no, that's not it-"

"ohh spare the excuses (reader) !! no human would be able to- to pull out such precious material out of the palm of their hand !" he pointed a finger accusingly at them, his tone almost dramatic as he ranted to them his conspiracys about them.

"so that's how you get all your stash.. you- you must be a diamond-yokai !" he rushed over to them, goggles now over his eyes as he begun scanning for any possible info regarding them not being human. it was honestly a bit amusing seeing him drop theory after theory, without him knowing how wrong he viewed this whole situation.

"I mean- it is the ONLY logical explanation- you must be taking diamond shards out of your body and exchanging them for cash !! that must be why you are so comfortable with spending money on makeup supplies and donating to charities every week, which- is a lot disturbing on it's own as a thought, but it's the only-"

his rambling didn't last long though, as it was soon cut by letting out a soft giggle, smiling as shook their head. they knew that they couldn't hide their abilities from him anymore, so they decided to spill the truth.. that, or the scientist would never get off their tail.

"no, no, donnie, listen." they slid off, backing away in an rather elegant manner, though almost knocking off the from the terrapin hovering over them off his feet.

"since you've already seen me do it- I guess I should let you in on my secret."

"that- that you are not- !"

"I am human, actually." (reader) huffed out, giggling stiffly as their long, polished nails tapped the edges of the diamond.

"you see dee, I-" they fidgeted with the diamond as they spoke softly, gently bouncing the precious ore in their hand.

"can create stuff."

now donnie's look shifted from curious and wild to a more skeptic and unimpressed one, evident to the reader as he shifted his goggles back on the top of his head.

"hah, scoffff- what human can't create stuff ?" the softshell's voice came off as ironic as he put his hands on his hips, not fully convinced- or rather, understanding where you were going with this.

"you are just trying to disprove my theory !! gasp, how dare you." he crossed his arms as he leaned over closer to (reader), giving them a small mistrusting glare- his mannerisms, as always, dramatic.

"nonono, you don't get it." (reader) now slid their ore into their bag, it's theme matching their elegant and adorable style.

"..I can create stuff- anything out of my flesh. at my own will."

donatello took in a moment of silence, proccesing what you just told him. .

"you-" his eye twiched, words bouncing in his head as he tried to rationalize everything. clearing his throat and taking a small breath as he clasped his hands together.

"you are meaning to tell that- you have some sort of..creation-power thing ??" now his skeptiscim towards you has skyrocketed, and you could see it in his face- though amdist it all, the curiousity and wonder that he felt was practically radiating through that stoic, analytical exterior of his.

"huh, pretty much..yeah ?" reader shrugged their shoulders whilst brushing their flowy, soft hair with a hand.

"woa.." was the only thing that donatello let out, plastron puffing out in almost disbelief, his hand falling near his sides- head down low.

"uh, but-but of course !" he laughed out in a moment of false pride.

"that was totally my second guess ! creation powers..of course." he put his hands on his hips now, straigthening his posture- trying to make it seem as if he had suspected that their had such powers for a long time t'ill now.. which he didn't, he really dug into the conspiracy of you being a yokai.

his desparate attempt at seeming proudful made (reader) giggle, it's always funny seeing the genius be wrong about something- though, that moment of amusement ended as soon as it came once reader was struck with the realazation of what they uncovered,, or rather, who they uncovered it to.

"does that mean that you'll experiment on me now ??"

"oh (reader), why do you ask such questions, it's like you don't know me at all- OF COURSE I will." he muttered in a mock-offended tone, a small disapproving frown ecthing on his beak as he glanced at you.

"besidesss.. I have to actually test the idea of you not being human- it's still on the table, y'know !"

"why- why would I not be human, dee ??"

donnie paused at their question, his own mind blocking out any logical explanation- any explanation that is not driven by the one thing he hates the most: feelings.

"ah- well, I thought that since err, you just had a diamond shard just stab it's way out of your hand..and for some forsaken reason you are not bleeding- which is erm, NOT normal for a human. I figured that you weren't one."

he turned away, shell facing you as he tried to keep his cool, though in a moment of confidence, he spared you a small glance.

"and be-besides, uh.. no human could EVER be as divine and..pretty as you, search it up- trust me, it's scientifically proven !!" he spun around, saying the last part almost frantically- finding his own quips dumb, not shimmering how his words had flattered (reader), who let a small smile sllp up on their face, a smile that further enhached their beauty.

"ALSO- I gotta figure it all out, how you gained you powers, their limtis- everything !" he now spoke excitedly, a sharp turn from his cold, skeptic attitude towars you earlier,

"..though, ahem- I may reconsider- if you, y'know- cooked up some uranium with those powers of your, I mean- you'II you be free from-"

"donnie, that would kill me- and trusting you with uranium would explode us all-" you were cut off as he strolled behind you, cold, reptilian hands shoving you forward.

"alright then ! to the lab we go, 'diamond girl'."

"dee, no-"

💙 — rise!leo x girly!reader !!

☆ — woawah.. what a beautiful person you are. always looking so polished and pretty allll the time. 'your looks kinda match your personality', he quips every now and then. he also probably begged for you to share your secrets as to how your skin is always clean and shiny-- like what kind of skincare do you use, what's your makeup routine like ? man is jealous over here, please give him answers.

☆ — your guys's idea of a hang out is honestly like having a spa day.. with you taking care of most of the work. you bring all the beauty products to the table, applying them to the both of you while he takes note of how you use them for his own-future usage.. a turtle also has to get all dolled up, y'know ?? you guys also probably eat your baked goods while just relaxing during the spa-hours. it's a perfect time for you two to bond, and leo is taking in every moment of it.

☆ — hmmm,, I feel like he would love it if you let him style your hair every now and then. he would be interested in getting you all dolled up and all !! though knowing how much of an ass he can be, he would propably mess some shit up on purpose just to annoy you. maybe ruffling your hair after you've combed it, giving you accesories that just- dont match your cutesy vibe, mushing your makeup a little when he gets the chance to. he finds it amusing when you get mad or annoyed at him for such things, it's almost as if seeing an erh, bunny getting mad. because you are as cute as one in his eyes.

☆ — sometimes, he'll wonder- and suspect as to how, and where, you all that money from.. because everyday, it seems that you have gained more and more to spend on makeup supplies, gorgeous clothing- and donate, without exxageration, millions to numourous charities.. c'mon, don't be shy, tell him your secrets- how do you get all that loot ?? he promises he wont tell anyone.. if you purchase him a couple makeup supplies and the newest JJ comic.. maybe a small loan of five-hundred dollars would seal the deal ?? you are pretty generous to anyone and everyone, so you wouldn't mind exchanging his silence with a few gifts, rightttt ?

☆ — no but in all seriouness, how do you get all that money ?? are you a makeup artist-- do they pay you to give others makeovers ?? if so then, you would have told him right-- I mean, you know how he likes getting all pretty- well, this pretty boy can't get any prettier than he already is, but you get the point ! so his other suspecion is that.. you are a wolf in sheep's clothing- you must be..you must be thief !! putting on a gentle, cute- ..very sweet and adorable persona just to deceive others ! ..or maybe, he is just thinking these things because he is petty- and jealous of your fortune..

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★ — "oh c'mon, just admit it !! you're a thief aren't you ?!"

"leo, what are you talking about- no im not !!"

"then why did I just see you stuff a bunch of crystals- that clearly don't belong to you, in your bag, hm ??" he questioned, pointing over at the designer bag near your side, his tone rhetorical, accusing as he spoke.

"orrr are my eyes betraying me ??" he cocked his head, a small smirk on his face, one that was almost teasing. a gleam of suspense in his eyes as he looked them up and down.

(reader) took a moment to look down at their bag, a small bead of sweat rolling down their forehead as they tried to think of a way to excuse what leo saw.

"ah, haha.. those are-"

"aren't yours ? yea- figured." replied the slider- hands on his hips as he leaned over, that accusing gaze of his still on (reader).

"and- lemme take a guess here, the money that you spent for all those very, very cool makeup supplies weren't yours either ??"

"leo-"

"nuh-uh, don't try to hide it." the slider huffed, his look towards you almost judgmental.

"these don't belong to you, just because you look all cute and harmless- and..pretty- does- doesn't mean that I will fall for your schemes ! don't you know me- ol'leon isn't falling for any facade !" boasted the turtle in between his accusations, a small smirk splitting up that accusutory look of his. he eyed at your bag with a sly, yet also almost jealous gaze.

"whichhh is why you should give them to me to return them to their rightfull owners - !"

"okay, now you are the one trying to steal my crystals !" (reader) pouted as they swatted away his hand, almost tripping on their heels as they backed away from the mutant.

"uh, no ?? why would I ever steal stolen items ??"

"uhh..the jounals -?"

"hey, that was different, plus- you- you can't find houdini's journals everywhere !"

"like you can with crystals.."

"AHA !! you did steal them !" spoke triumphally the slider as he pointed a finger at them- to which (reader) only groaned disapprovingly.

"but I did not, why would I - stop trying to take my bag !"

"nuh uh, don't deny it - no more excuses, you are busted, carino- !"

"I can make you some crystals as well iif you just stop this madness !!

at their hushed words leo stopped in his tracks, his accusetory look now replaced by a mix of confusion, skeptiscm- and curiousity. his brows narrrowed a little as he played your words in his mind- almost missing the small gasp that left reader as they realized what they just uncovered.

"you can..what- run that back - run that back for a moment, would ya??" leo urged, moving his wrist in a circular motion as to further emphasise his want for an explanation out of them.

"I've uhh- nothing !! no need to discuss this further-"

"NONONO- you've piqued my interest now, go on, explain -!!" he stepped a little closer to them, looking over them in suspense as he cocked his head slightly- something that made (reader) tense a little, embarrased at themselves as to how they could let him know about their special ability.

"..and I promised to myself that I wouldn't tell anyone." they looked away, huffing out, almost dissapointgly.

"fine- fine, so uh, I guess it's time for me to debunk your theory of me being a thief, huh ?"

"wha'tcha mean ?"

(reader) bit their tongue for a moment before continuing their sentece.

"okay, so the reason of me having all those fancy things- makeup and all, isn't because I steal them."

"convince me otherwise." as they spoke, leo narrowed his eyes mistrustingly- firm on his theory, as always.

"that's literally what im trying to do here-" they argued briefly, biting back their annoyance towards the slider's petty attitude.

"THE POINT IS- just like you have your portals, I can do some magic of my own !"

"magicsaidwhatnow" in a flash, the slider's petty attitude crumbled, his way of speaking now more dorky and lighthearted, and in return (reader) eased up as well, the softest smirk appearing on their face.

"hah, oh yea- you are not the only one with cool powers here.." looking back at him, they noticed that his eyes were filled with wonder.

"what- what kinda powers, I need to k-"

"creation powers !"

leo was taken aback for a moment, the wonder in his eyes fading a little as that skeptic look of his made it's return on his face, he chuffed out a little, a sly smirk slipping up on his face as he crossed his arms.

"oh ?? creation powers you say ?"

"yup."

"why don't I believe you ?"

"cause you haven't seen me use them yet." putting their hands on their hips, (reader) gave a little a grin towards leo- a rather confident one as they saw leo's sly facade crrumble again at their words.

"well- well, let's see you use em then..!"

nodding their head, that soft grin still on their face, (reader) took a small breath and put their powers to use. in the blink of an eye, their palm begun glowing- and soon enough, much to leo's awe- the glow then took shape and..a makeup brush emerged out from reader's hand. emerging from their palm- as in breaking out of their skin.

"ewgh- gross.." the slider cringed at the sight, not expecting for their powers to work like that. was he waiting for something more majestic ?? maybe. at least the glow that surrounded the object was cool to look at.

"oh- my powers are gross now are they ??" reader remarked as they reached into their bag, taking out their makeup pallete, dunking the makeup brush in rouge before applying to their cheeks, their tone teasing and one of mock-offense.

"wait- no, nonono- not what I meant- huh, HEY- this isn't a crystal !"

"oh, I know- crystals actually take some time and patience to form.. which you have neither." they giggled out playfully- to which the slider pouted, biting down his words in pettiness.

"plus, you only wanted proof of my powers, correct ??"

"..yea."

"thought sooo." they closed the makeup pallete, waving the makeup brush around- figdeting with the object as they twirled it around in their fingers. leo, getting distracted by the motion, felt his eyes widen a bit- still trying to proccess what his friend did.

"sooo.. that's how you get all your supplies, huh ?" he asked rhetorically, feeling envious of their unique abilities, though he couldn't help but let his more dorky side come into the light.

"huh, not really..I could, but supporting bussinesses is way more refreshing." they eyed him, reading the slider like a book- a little amused by his envy. for a moment, leo just nodded silently- though jealousy still seeped from him, when suddenly- he broke out of his silent state.

"wait- waitwait..." leo put a hand in front of them, signaling them to take a pause to register their words in his head.

"you..you have cool powers such as these and didn't tell me about them ?! aa, the betrayal..!" he cried, tone dramatic as he put a hand on his forehead, looking like a swooning woman from a bad soap opera.

"oh (reader) this is worse than theft- no, you robbed me off my trust, how could you !!"

"leooo.." they called out lowly, sighing out expenctingly as the slider put on his dramatic persona- one that was broken by his laugther not too long after.

"alright, alright-- I'll cut it out okay ??" snorted out leo, who covered his face with a hand to muffle his own laugther.

"but- hah, but that doesn't mean that I'll forgive you for this y'know- ?? unless, y'know..-"

admitedly, this made (reader) let out a quite chuckle of their own.

"okay okay, I'll create those makeup supplies for you, m'kay ?"

"now we are talking, you are the best (reader) !"

"..weren't you just accusing me of theft ??"

"ap-ap-ap, we don't speak of this -"

🧡 — rise!mikey x girly!reader !!

☆ — awwwhhh, aren't you just am angel !! he looked at you with literal stars in his eyes, awe evident on his face at how pretty you were, and still are, you still are gorgeous !! he probably thought you were some porcelain doll at first with how polished you look. glowing skin, soft hands- nails always on point, clothes always ironed and prestine- and so cute too ! you honestly remind him of a sanrio character just by the way you dress /pos.

☆ — he would loveee to do your makeup once, or at least, try to do it !! knowing him though, he would probably wanna draw a creative little pattern on your face with your makeup supplies, which they may clash with your own- soft and rosy like makeup looks. however, if you do let him draw pretty patterns on your face, he'll make sure to do them as perfectly and pretty as he can.. pretty patterns to match your pretty face. oh oh- could he also, pretty please, paint your nails ?! he has a few ideas that will match your totes-cute style ! he would even create some accesories for your plushies.. bows, bracelets- maybe even little comstumes for them?? maybe ones that resemble you and him in a way- ohmigosh, you should tottaly have matching accesories !!

☆ — hmm, he would so let you experiment with new makeup on his face, or bandana !! he would get soooo giddy if you ever agreed to test your makeup on him.. he calls it a 'win win'- because you get to practice your makeup skills and test out numerous styles, and he gets to have all sorts of pretty patterns on his face ! he could never get tired of it !! he already loves art and all, so he would love having some on his face.

☆ — he is bouncing on his feet at thought of cooking or baking with you, and is honestly starstruck at how you mastered the art of cultury- even if it;s just a hobby for you. he would to make sweet and cute-looking snacks with you.. heartshaped sugar cookies, pastel-coloured cakes, and other types of visually pleasing, yummy food !

☆ — hey, maybe that's how you are getting your money !! you must be selling those delicious sweets you bake, right ?? huh- what, no ? okay, then you surely must be a makeup guruu ! ..not that either ? then how- ..wait, WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY-

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"OMIGOSHH !!" and they were caught in the act- the excited voice of the box turtle gave that impression way as he stood there baffled- or rather in awe at what he just witnessed them do. I mean, how couldn't be amazed after he saw a bunch of dollar bills emerge out of (reader's) hand ?

(reader)- although shooken up by his sudden appearance, did not shimmer his excitement- instead, they felt a little nervous. letting out a small gasp, they let the cash fall from their hand- huffing out a little as they tried to compose themselves, to give a reasonable explanation to the excited box turtle. though, before they could even utter a word, they were interupted by him again.

"how- how did you do that ?! did that money just - just come out of your hand- ohhh migosh that was so cool !!" shaking his arms, practically bouncing around- mikey beamed at (reader) with a big smile, wonder in his eyes as he rushed over to them.

"uhhh.." they took a small step backwards, chewing the inside of their cheek as they, ever so elegantly- bent down to pick up the fallen dollar bils.

"mikey- what you saw was uhh.."

"AMAZING !! anddd, a little confusing.." giggled out the mutant, who cocked his head at them like a curious puppy.

"I- I mean, you just had a bunch of cash glow out of your hand !" his feet tapped rapidly the ground as he spoke.

"could you do it again ?! I wanna see you do it again - !!"

"I - do what ??" quitely laughed out (reader) as they stood back up- fidgeting with the stack of cash in their hands before putting them in their bag. they, foolishly, decided to play dumb- though they knew that mikey saw them put their powers to use.

as they put on their dumb facade, mikey felt his smile curl down into a frown- almost like a pout as he puffed his chest out.

"what- what do you mean by- you know 'what' !!" mikey argued with them, playfully- yet firmly.

"I realy don't, haha..-"

"readerrr.," mikey intrerrupted, arms crossing as he rolled his eyes in a joking manner.

"why are you lyin' to me ? you know I hate lies !"

"mikey-"

"besides, I think it would be cool to see you do -uh, whatever you just did !! I won't judge, so why try to hide it ?!" mikey exclaimed with encouragement , tail flicking in both excitement and perhaps, impatience as he waited for you to do your tricks.

"uhh.."

"c'mon, do it, it'll be cool !"

(reader) sighed at the box turtle's persistince's, almost in defeat. rolling their eyes back at him- also in a joking manner.

"aah, why can't I ever say not to you, huh ?"

"hah, must be my adorable charms getting to you everytime !"

"either that, or you are very persistent.."

"persuisive would be the word."

"yea, you also got that effect." laughed out (reader) who waved a dismissive hand in the air playfully as mikey stuck his tongue out at them, smiling.

"alright, alright mister- c'mere, I''ll show you." they gestured him along, to which the box turtle let out a giddy laugh as he practically bounced closer to (reader). his excitement was uncontainable, and only grew with each moment as he anticipated for reader to put that sick trick of theirs to use.

and once they begun doing so, mikey almost squealed-as if his excitment was breaking it's limits. he took a note of how their hand glowed, marvelling over the soft light that grew brighter by the minute, marvelling over it's beatiful mix of colours. then, the light formed mass- looking more and more like an object, it's glow fading as the mass it slowly revealed it's shape. or rather multiple shapes. and once the light fully dimmed from they were all nail polish containers, all of which were various colours. mikey looked at them with joy on his face hands clapping stiffly, as if he couldn't be more amazed at (reader's) marvellous abilities.

"hah, did you catch that ??" now it was (reader's) turn to beam at the box turtle, whose eyes were filled with stars as he continued to grin at them with marvel and disbelief.

"(reader) that- that was so rad !! so so cool -!! oh, oh, what other things can you create- wait -"

"whoa, whoa- ease up with the questions there, big man !" they laughed out quitely, awkardly as they shook their head at the turtle slightly.

"you are a little too fired up at the moment, and I don't want for anyone else in the lair to know about..my creation powers-"

"THAT'S WHAT THEY'RE CALLED ?!"

"shhh- not here, mkay ?!" they hushed him up almost frantically, their voice somehow remaining soft.

"let's-let's just take a moment to unwind, and then I'll answer all the questions you got.." they suggested, sighing out in relief as mikey nodded at them, smiling still.

...

"and how about we do that.. through a nail-polish session, huh ?"

"hahh, ohmigosh yess !!"

★ — notes !!: can you tell I got lazy with mikey's part ?? I just wanted to get this done as I uhhh.. have delayed this for like. three weeks. im so sorry for that-- I didn't expect for me to post this at such a late notice-- I just had to study for finals,, and had to work on some other request for someone on quotev so..uhh.. yeah. it was kinda overwhelming for me to balance them all together haha (—_ —;)

anyway uhh,, I really hope that you like this one anon !! im sorry if I put too much emphasis on the 'creation power' part, I just found it quite interesting to write about !! uuhhh...what else. oh werh, have. have a great day-- or night !! or midnight. I dunno werhh. bye, supernovaes

[ghostytoad]

hey so how do you think the rottmnt turtles would deal with the boys being busy and s/o comes up behind them and gives them a hug and then lets go and somehow they had snuck a xmas gift bag on their lap and s/o is gone from the room. Inside the gift bag is three things; Something they’ve been wanting for fun, something domestically useful and homemade cookies?

i'm gonna have to break this up into 4 parts again because it's a bit too long for tumblr's block limit agaiiin

* Season of Surprises *

ROTTMNT Boys receive an unexpected gift

Summary: The boys have been working themselves to the shell. Between patrols, kicking villanous butt, and general hero business, it leaves little time for their darling Reader. Fortunately, 'tis the season of gift-giving.

Oneshot for: Raphael

GN! Reader; Romantic; Fluff; Mild angst; Pre-established relationship || Words: 1k

Donnie | Leo | Mikey

Raph:

His fun gift: A giant turtle plush

His useful gift: Phone big enough to fit in his big hands

His cookies: Chocolate chunk cookies

It had been an entire week since Raphael had gotten any sleep and the low, unintelligable mumbling that rumbled in his chest made it obvious that he could really use the rest. His body, mind, and very spirit were aching for a peaceful night's sleep and Raph was determined to will himself into bed despite the aches that riddled his body threatening to topple him over. He had barely reached past his room's doorway before he collapsed forward with a thud and a delayed groan, his face colliding with the cold, hard floor.

'Well, this isn't any better-' he thought to himself and struggled to wriggle and worm his body across with floor, the dragging of his spikes leaving scratches and cracks on the unmoving concrete. He'd worry about the scuff in the morning For now, his bed was far too inviting for his overworked body to ignore and by god was he going to get some sleep tonight. The week prior had been nothing but back to back patrols, the brutal rate of which started taking a major toll on the titan's massive form. The long-neglected bruises, scratches, and scrapes dotting his body made his quest for a good night's sleep all the more pressing. He was only inches away from the foot of his bed when his trek was interrupted by the pattering of soft footsteps beside him.

"Mikey, I'm not carrying you back to your room." he deadpanned, flattening his raised torso back onto the floor hoping to discourage his playful little brother from jumping onto his back and demanding a piggyback ride. As the footsteps stopped right next to his face, Raph turned his head and looked up through squinted eyes. Instead of olive green legs standing beside him, he was met with what he recognized as his significant other's kneeling form next to his face, a wrapped box being held out toward him. Raph blinked slowly up at Y/N and reached a tenative arm up to accept the gift.

"Babe, hey!" his voice was deeper and much slower than he'd wanted it to be, "What's with the-"

As soon as the parcel left their hands, Y/N wordlessly smiled down at the snapping turtle mutant and started back out the door in a haste.

"Uh… Th-Thanks! Love ya too!" he'd called out after them, the last part sounding uncertain considering they'd left in a hurry without so much as a greeting. Did they hate him all of a sudden? Were they mad at him? Did they mean to leave him a present sooner? Did they think he was unattractive lying on the floor like that? Okay, maybe the last one was a bit of a stretch, but nothing was off-limits in Raph's overthinking mind. But they'd left a gift, surely they must still at least LIKE him?

The turtle had glanced at the box that sat in his large palm, sitting himself up to examine his partner's handiwork. Chuckling to himself, he admired how delicately the red foil wrapping paper had been folded, edges neat and free of crinkles. The golden lace bow that sat so beautifully on top could only have come from their careful and precise hand; if there were ever someone with a knack for gift wrapping, it was his beloved Y/N.

In a thoughtless swish and tear, he unwrapped the plain medium sized box that hid underneath. His attention was caught by the little sticky note taped to the side of the box, reading:

Merry Christmas, my Red Angel!

I know you've been working extra hard and I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you and everything you do! Let me know how you like your new gifts!

Love, Y/N

PS. I named him Raph Jr.

"Raph Jr, huh?" he'd hummed while a cheeky, lovesick grin stretched across the boy's face and a dark blush colored his green cheeks. What did he ever do to deserve someone so wonderful and thoughful? How could he ever hope to repay them for such a kind gesture? His dreamy eyes read over the love note again and again, drinking in every sweet little word. All he could do was flail his hands and giggle like a little girl, fangirling quietly on the floor of his room not wanting to bring his brothers' attention to his silly little display. If they knew what a lovesick mess their big brother was and how easily Y/N could fluster him, the teasing would be merciless.

Lovingly, he eagerly dug in, tugging and pulling at the stubborn object packed tightly into the little box. After a few gentle and ineffective yanks, he gave a strong pull and forced the soft gift free of its tight enclosure, causing him to stumble onto his back in the process. The plush gift decompressed mid-air with an audible POOF and in a bounce, landed on top of the unsuspecting ninja.

"Wh-What the-?!" it took him a minute to focus his eyes on the large, green turtle plush that continued fluffing itself up to its full huggable capacity.

"Raph Jr…?" he snickered and sat himself up once again with the oversized stuffie letting out a squeak as he rested his elbows on its fleece shell.

"You can't sneak up on people like that!" Raph cooed in his baby voice, "Must've been a rough ride being stuffed into that itty bitty box, poor lil' guy. Don't you worry, wittle one, Papa Raph's gotcha now~"

Giving the plush a tight squeeze in his large arms, Raph let himself fall back onto the floor, nuzzling into the cozy warmth of the stuffed animal and slowly started to drift off. Falling deep asleep in a matter of seconds, he hadn't realized the cookies and even smaller box that still sat in the gift box. By far, the plush was more than enough for him now.

[tmntxthings]

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love potion series <3

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from the start

(in which leo tells you all about his newest crush but you’re not really listening) fandom → rottmnt

[fabuloustrash05]

Summary: Mona Lisa takes Raphael out for dinner.

Notes: This story is an epilogue to the ongoing TMNT 1987 comic book series TMNT: Saturday Morning Adventures, where in issues #17 and #18 Raphael and Mona Lisa team up to solve a museum mystery. I highly recommend checking them out, not only to get a little bit more context for this fanfic, but because they are a super fun read!

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

NSFW Grind On Me

18+ content - Minors DNI

Bayverse Raph One-Shot

Listen to buy u a drank by t-pain to set the mood haha

all turts are in their 30s, mentions alcohol

It was game night at the lair, which had turned into having a few drinks and some fun, clumsy dancing with your four mutant turtle friends. You loved how easy it was to let go and have a good time with them, enjoying the slow buzz of the alcohol thrumming through your body as you twirled around to Mikey's favorite playlist.

The guys were feeling the buzz too, and as each new song would come on a different turtle would grab you by the hand and steal you for a dance. The smile plastered on your face was permanent as you swayed and laughed with Leo and Donnie, who were both more interested in singing along to the tracks than dancing.

Mikey was thoroughly enjoying your squeals when it was his turn, flipping you around and twirling you like he was on Dancing With The Stars to a chorus of "oohs" and "ahhs" from his brothers. Mike was such a great dancer, you were almost sad when his song had ended, but you were also sweating like crazy and needed a break. He let you up from the dip over his knee, and you patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

As you sauntered back to the game table and took another drink of your tequila pineapple, you grinned to yourself as Mikey bragged to Leo and Donnie about your moves. You were a great dancer, and you knew it.

As the next track came on, a familiar sound came over the stereo. You loved this song.

"Hey."

You turned around and were face to face with an oh-so familiar wall of green muscle and red accents. Raph smirked down at you, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Wanna dance?"

You smiled and nodded slowly back at him, and let him lead you back to where he had been standing near the impromptu "dance floor". The song had kicked into full gear now, and as the lyrics played over the speakers he twirled you into his chest, his leg coming to rest in-between yours and his hand resting low on your hips.

I know the club close at three What's the chances of you rollin' with me? Back to the crib, show you how I live Let's get drunk, forget what we did

Your skin was buzzing with excitement as you danced together, deliciously close. Raph was surprisingly light on his feet, moving you around the dance floor swiftly but keeping you close to him all the while. As the song went on he spun you out with a flick of his wrist, but brought you back in so your back was to his plastron, his hands catching you at your hips.

Let's get gone, walk it out Just like that, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout We gon' have fun, you gon' see On that Patrón you should get like me

You could feel his hips gently grind against you in time to the beat, sending shivers up your spine. You ground back against him, leaning back into his plastron and rubbing your ass into him. His breath hitched at the contact.

We in the bed like, ooh, ooh, ooh We in the bed like, ooh, ooh, ooh

You reached a hand up as the music enraptured the two of you, grazing over the skin of his neck and twisting your fingers in his mask tails. Raph released his grip of your hips and let his hands roam over your body as if burning it to his memory.

As he continued his sinful grind to the beat, he lifted your other arm up to his neck and lightly scrubbed his lips over the skin of your bicep as he huskily sang along.

I'm checking your body language, I love the conversation And when you lick your lips I get a tingling sensation Now were both 'bout tipsy, you say you in the mood All I need is 'bout a hour, better yet maybe two

You could feel the heat settling in your core as you felt his breath on your skin, the way his luscious lips grazed the delicate spot on your arm had a breathy whine escaping your lungs before you could think twice about it. He smiled into your arm, and turned his head to graze the shell of your ear with his pout as he continued singing quietly along, just for you.

We in the bed like, ooh, ooh, ooh We in the bed like, ooh, ooh, whoa

You bit your lip to keep from mewling in front of his brothers. You couldn't believe this was finally happening, after years of pining for Raphael he was finally making a move. And holy shit, was this a move.

As you kept swaying your hips together, trying to not melt into a complete puddle on the dance floor, Raph let his canine scrape over your ear and you lost all semblance of composure.

A sudden, needy moan tumbled from your lips, and Raphael tensed behind you. You closed your eyes in embarrassment, sure that his brothers had heard you. But before you could think about anything else, Raph stepped in front of you, taking your face in his hands.

He leaned in, hesitant now, and gently kissed you, placing the sweetest of kisses on your rosy pout. His lips were softer than you had imagined, but still firm enough to be addictive. As he pulled away you licked your lips, eyes pleading him for more. He watched your tongue swipe over your bottom lip, and you saw your own hunger reflected back at you. He cleared his throat nervously.

"My room?"

"Yes please."

With a smirk, he nodded at you and lifted you up into his arms, your legs straddling his core and his hands under your ass as he carried you off.

The turtles looked at each other as Raph's bedroom door closed shut.

"Well it's about time, am I right guys?!" Mikey joked, putting his hand up for a high-three from his brothers. A chorus of groans were covered by the next song coming over the speakers.

[yorutsuki]

Yan!Rise! Raph x Reader

[ Heavily Inspired by: Fried-milkfish (Please check out there work!)]

↳ Why did you think you could escape? Can't you see? Everything he's done is for your own good.

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You tiredly stared at the motionless white ceiling, one you've seen too many times to count.

Your eyes were puffy and swollen red, your breaths slow and shallow. Small bandages were scattered onto the rugged floor as the wounds they once bandaged, were freshly scratched and smeared with blood.

You didn't know why you thought you could make it, you didn't understand why you even thought you had a chance in the first place. Just as your hand brushed against the cold metal cover, separating you from freedom, he dragged you back.

Raph was fortunately never the type to harm, well, you at least, but his outburst was...livid to say the least. He begged, shouted, yelled and eventually shards from a flying ceramic vase managed reflect it.

So here you laid, a white noise of defeat and hopelessness defeaning your ears. You lacked the motivation for doing anything, all your energy, drained.

Your hope lost on ever getting out of this hell hole.

Your eyes widened, hearing a knock on the door. You scrambled against the bed as it opened, a dreadful feeling washing over you as your heart sank, fearing the mutant you'd lay eyes upon.

"I brought food! Mikey made some soup with a side of pasta...it's a weird combination but it still tastes good!" The voice boomed with delight, humming as he set the tray of food down onto the floor. Glancing towards your form, his eyes landed to the messy pile of bandages and open wounds. He quickly sprinted towards you, grabbing the small med-kit from under the bed.

"Why would you do this!?" He hissed, his tone soft yet heavily concerned as he began to re-bandage your wound yet you remained silent.

The alligator turtle sighed, "well, you should eat up before the food gets cold." He spoke, reaching for the tray of food and bringing it closer.

A few seconds pass by as silence filled both your ears.

"You really should eat, the longer you wait, the colder it gets." He frowned but still no answer.

You wished he would just get the message.

With each passing moment, Raph grew more annoyed. "You need to eat." He demanded, pushing the try towards you yet you still didn't move. "Why won't you look at me." You only shrugged in response.

The turtle let out a annoyed sigh, "Look, if this is about last night, it was for you own safety. Do you know what could happen up there?!" He spoke, his voice raised with lowness but you couldn't give a damn. Being anywhere would be better than this prison of a 'home'.

"Answer me." He snarled, his teeth gritting with now irritation.

"I know that it would be better there than here in this shit hole.." You mumbled. Raph's brows furrowed, "But you don't. All i've been doing is keeping you safe, to keep you protected—"

"But you aren't. You've locked me up here against my will, won't even let me see anyone else—not even your brothers, because of your own fear. For fucks sake, I can't even do the simplest thing on my own without you having to watch over me like i'm some sort of—"

"No. You just can't see it! Everything i've done is to keep you from harms way and out of reach from things up there!" He retorted, getting up. "I've been up there too many times, I know what dangers lay on the surface, the whole reason why your down here is to protect you from them!" He snapped, his voice raised.

"How delusional can you be..."

"What?"

"Your so far stuck in your own ass that you actually believe this is keeping me safe—protecting me?" You hissed, anger surging through your core as you looked at him in disbelief.

"I'm not delusional." He spoke, his words laced with anger. You watched warily as he made his way towards the metal door. "Everything i've done is for you and your own good."

"And you will stay here whether you like it or not until you can understand that."

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Erm, I actually hated that. It was doing fine at first then writers block hit and I just feel like most of it's a copy from Fried-milkfish's story. Might remake it (probably won't since procrastination hits like a truck) but if I do, it'll probably be different.

Anyways, first post in weeks! And I think I can say; it's a shit post. Though thank you for those who do enjoy it. Promise the next one will be better!

[honeylief]

Hey, sharing my first one shot of Raph x Emmy! They're also on my A03 I recently got an account for! Feel free to leave any thoughts on them and my writing, thank you <33

For a Slice of Cake by Honey_Lief - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) https://archiveofourown.org/works/60323023 via @ao3org

For a Slice of Cake

The day had been long in the tooth and the two finally aligned in time together with a whole weekend to look forward to. Superhero movie marathon. Pantry full of snacks. Chinese takeout leftovers for dinnertime. Nighttime reading for lightweight and heavyweight divisions. It felt good to have an apartment space meant for couples only fun. Very vanilla. Very routine.

Nothing ever stayed truly routine with these two however.

"Raph, you know I can't handle it when you use the tickle jitsu! Get away from me!"

Emmy tried to make a break for the next room over, only to be yoinked off her feet by her bigger turtle partner. She had her favorite camisole on and sports shorts for maximum flexibility. They weren't much help in escaping her current situation.

Raph playfully pulled her into a one armed grip, his free arm ready to 'attack' her weak points. He had his usual fit on except the ninja wraps. Didn't need them for this slippery target. "How dare you inhale that cake slice like a savage, you miscreant."

Emmy struggled and squirmed like a cat. "Not my fault you're being extra soft and slow on my account. I love when you wait on me like a gentleman, but it makes for fun getting away with anything around you."

At that remark, Raph lifted Emmy over his shoulder in one quick swoop. No amount of hitting and kicking by her fazed him, he'd have a cut on his lip by now if she really wanted to hurt him. With girlfriend secured, he moved her and himself over to their massive couch. This was a heavy investment piece, with enough space and support made for mutant alligator snappers who could pass out anytime of the day.

Raph plopped her on his lap, arms secured around her torso for further grilling. "Well we're not going anywhere until I know for sure it’s all gone. What’re you gonna do about that?"

Emmy fluttered her eyes up at him. "Maybe I still got cake frosting on me if you're lucky. You got the better angle tho to check if I'm really clean."

Big red turtle man keened down on her, his exaggerated fake scowl slowly forming into a cheeky grin. "Raph's gonna mess you up for that talk."

Emmy shuddered as he started cuddling her up. Raph made good on his word and also started playfully poking her to get her giggling. Nothing and nowhere risque, he just really enjoyed her bubbly laughter. How she buried into his chest when she tried to muffle her occasional cackling outbursts. It did help that she gave him a whole cheat sheet, and as they did this more frequently, Emmy was constantly thinking up new strategies so he wasn't having too easy a time figuring her out.

Raph’s usual mode of 'friendly soft giant' was always nice, but she's head over heels for him when he’s a little less restrained in all that he does for her. He had of course voiced wanting to sometimes act on raw muscle, to which Emmy assured him in kind she's a tough cookie who can handle it and like it a little rough.

She can be affectionately rough like him right now.

Would this be an intrusive thought though? She had to know he'd feel it.

**CHOMP**

Raph's eyes flew open to see Emmy really sinking her teeth in on his snout. This feeling wasn't new, but damn she really had been full of little surprises since they started being together. And positively crazier now that they have their own crib.

She didn’t seem to pick up he'd caught onto her literally smitten on him.

"You're biting me?"

Emmy's eyes opened at his question. She regarded him in a state of confusion before the slow realization hit and she let him go slowly. "Haha, oops, when did that happen?"

Raph let her go entirely as he patted a hand over his snout. "You really bit me!"

Emmy put a hand to her mouth. "I didn't draw blood, did I?"

Raph didn’t feel broken skin or anything like it under his fingers. The initial tingle was already gone, but something about that sneak attack still seemed to stick.

"Don't think so. But mind telling me what that was about?"

Emmy averted her eyes as she fidgeted her mask tails. "I don't know. Maybe I read this as a thing turtle partners do with each other."

She continued to fidget as she flustered for the right words. "I thought since we do these clockwork couch cuddles, maybe you would like something with more teeth to it. I really wanna match how much you already give me every time. Adding more to that face value."

Raph's done his share of quick turtle courtship reading and his eyes lit up piecing it together. "Y'mean like the face tapping?"

"Uhm yeah, that." Emmy trailed off before half-heartedly laughing. "Sorry, is the biting… too weird for you?"

Raph seemed to ponder on it, and Emmy felt herself wilting on the spot. Was that stare he was giving her a good or a bad one?

"Now you got me thinking how I wanna try it on you."

Emmy stopped fidgeting. She had half expected this answer, but she hadn’t expected how straightforward he was about wanting to try. "Wait, really?"

Raph shrugged. "I mean, between the four of us knucklehead brothers, I lost count how many times we bit each other over anything. Dad had to carry a newspaper or swatter so we'd let go. Just never thought to try it on someone who ain't family, and not that way."

That way. Emmy's face rapidly turned red at the scenarios in her head, and Raph hastily amended extra assurance with shaking arm motions.

"If you're okay with it first of course!"

"Oh. Ohhhh," Emmy struggled on followup. "U-Um, Raph, know that I do trust you with my life, you have a winning smile 24/7, you're the best at kissing me head to toe. I would be lying tho if I wasn't a little nervous about bites from you. And uh…"

Raph didn’t look away as he intently hung to her every word. "I’m listening."

"I really am sorry I sprung that on you," Emmy blushed as she tucked in on herself. "I wanted to be grand about giving back as much as you give me. I still sometimes feel I'm all take and no give with you, even with all the tricks I pull. I can't swing you around the way you’re always doing it with me. I'm never enough in my head."

It was all Raph could do to hug her on the spot, but maybe Emmy needed to be held differently here. She was so so much more than her size, physical or other.

He reached for her hands. "You’re enough for me. Maybe it would be nice for Raph to be held or carried in bigger arms, sure." He proceeded to lean over so their heads touched. "But then I know I’d have to give up how we butt heads like this, the eyes and small hands that see/take care of little scratches on my back, a shell size just right for my head to rest on. I wouldn’t trade those away for anything."

He gave her hands a firm squeeze. "You being in Raph's life like this? All the biggest experience he could ever want. All you gotta know. You’ll always be enough, bonita."

His girlfriend snickered at the left field pet name. "You've secretly been word training!"

Raph smirked. "That’s what you get loving a ninja turtle who's stupid dedicated to any training."

Emmy visibly relaxed at his word play and found her smile again. "Yeah, okay. I’m down for it now. But can we start small?"

"Absolutely," Raph guided her hands so they cupped his face. "Wanna give me a dental once over first?"

Emmy giggled as she did a quick glance over of him, Raph’s head completely rested in her hands. She idly rubbed her thumbs on him as he slowly bared his teeth. He really did take immaculate care of his pearly whites since he was finally off the corrective braces. Emmy and him both were so glad he got to keep his signature snaggletooth look. Up close, it was hard to believe his set of intimidating chompers was capable of saying the sweetest things and mostly free of meanness.

"Looking and smelling like minty fresh breeze to me, big fella."

Raph shut his lid. He looked quite pleased with himself. "Thank you, I try."

Emmy squished his cheeks together. "I bet you a dollar you're more excited about this than I am."

His smile only got wider and toothier at her assumption. "How would you like to be treated, my queen?"

Raph’s eyes didn’t leave her, and he also didn’t move as Emmy had him wait. Her hands eventually pulled away from his loosened grip. She laid down on the sofa, with only her head propped up against an arm rest. Her thighs and arms folded towards herself. She looked back up at him before making both a face and a noise that can only be described as impish–and inviting.

"Come here and mess me up, 'good boy'."

At 'good boy', Raph felt electric. He silently shifted to loom over Emmy topside, right where he wanted her. She looked beyond cute at this angle under him.

"This is entirely your fault for being so dang sweet and saucy, by the way. Close your pretty eyes for Raph."

Emmy did just that, breathing in deep and sinking into the sofa as though she was in a bathtub. His breath felt warm, but also cooling from the lingering menthol. She could feel his scraggly chin dig into the crook of her neck as he sniffed her down. His usual musk of ‘happy’ took hold of her senses. It was a strong earthy smell every time he leaned in this close.

With this new angle to his maw, Emmy could take in the hesitant, cool tongue licks against her skin. She could feel the edge of his snaggletooth glide over her face, a mix of delicate strokes and gentle pressure. It never ceased to amaze her how much deliberate self control he had, his size never a hindrance to his movements. In and out with precision. Ebb and flow that kept her guessing. Completely valid application of master ninja techniques.

Emmy wasn't completely lost at the moment though. She opened one eye to see how much he was enjoying this. Raph once again made off with an idea she got them both into and doing all the work. His scent made it hard to think straight.

"Nnngh, Raphael."

Raph gradually intensified the earlier motions. Hungry. Famished. Emmy quietly grasping for his proper name only goaded him on to keep on giving. Make sure every inch of her face was lovingly caressed the best way his chops could appreciate. She was her own tier of plush softness unlike anything else. Silky smooth cheeks, a ticklish chin, familiar lips that tasted so jazzy fresh without fail.

Maybe he'll save that for last? It was too much fun riling Emmy up now.

Emmy was stiff as a board while Raph nuzzled and nipped. Every time she tried to bite her lower lip, she could feel Raph tug back at it, stopping short of kissing her outright. The nerve. His licks were brief, but eager like a puppy's. And that tongue, he did not disappoint flexing it physically as much as he did with words only meant for her ears. Oh gods. Emmy won't hear the end of it if Raph starts calling her his squeaky toy after this play biting experiment was over.

She wanted so badly to give back as he was giving now. Her hands wanted to cradle his head again. Or arms to loop around his neck. She had to give back now. Reach out. But she was stopped in her tracks when she felt one wrist restrained. Raph also paused his ministrations.

Emmy dared a peek to see her turtle man so focused on her. He looked very determined. She felt her cheeks heating up at his stupidly steely gaze.

"Safe word?"

"No, but–"

"Then let Raph finish."

"Raphael–"

His mouth fell on hers to shut her up and immediately Emmy saw stars with the sudden tongue-to-tongue contact. Both of them sunk completely into the couch. Both her hands were also now pinned under Raph's. Their fingers intertwined in short order. She could really take in the minty mouthwash he was on when he's in this deep. He pressed forward and maintained his pace, his bigger tongue doing all the swirling and savoring movements. Her whole body trembled from all the sensations, and it took a bit of time to compose the big thoughts.

He was her everything right here and now. Or she was everything to him? It made her heart race and belly flutter in butterflies at both thoughts.

If he wasn't gonna let her touch, she's gonna make this kiss something he won't soon forget in other ways. She had to. But how to without her hands?

Raph eventually pulled away without warning and it sent Emmy reeling on the exit. His mouth didn’t really leave her for long however, as she soon realized.

He went back in with renewed determination, alternating between the teeth grazing, small kisses and nibbles all over her pretty face. Her exposed neck and shoulders were lovingly attended to in the same manner. He felt Emmy go a little limp at his hurried onslaught. She'd completely given up on form, reduced to making small tickled noises or slurred, churring words on how good he was doing. How he was too good to her. How he was always, always a good boy.

One last affectionate nibble to her cute snoot, and Raph returned Em's earlier gesture in full. And a parting gift of a smooch on the same spot for good measure. He let her wrists go, slowly withdrew back to give her breathing space and looked down on her.

She looked like a deer in headlights, blinking dazed and mouth a little hung open.

Despite his work and all the positive affirmation earlier, he needed to hear her feedback loud and clear. "So, how'd I do?"

Emmy was still dazzled in place taking in the last five minutes of everything. "I am never taking your smiles for me for granted ever again."

Raph beamed, even as Emmy got her senses back, crossed her arms and gave him a puffed up pout. "But you didn’t let me bite back either, you monster."

"Cake theft."

Emmy had completely forgotten about her earlier transgression. "Okay, fair."

Raph eventually helped her up so they were both sitting facing each other. "Were you scared at all through it?"

Emmy replayed the moments in her head. "A little, but some fear made it fun. You wanna go back for seconds and take a bigger bite of me right now?"

Raph's face immediately scrunched funny. Conflicted, nervous and redder all at once. "I–"

"Just teasing!" Emmy cheekily stuck her tongue out and pressed a finger to his lips. "We'll train up to that level like always. I promise neither of us are gonna hurt bad with practice. And I know you’re all about serious training, my king."

Raph’s earlier doubts instantly vanished at her assured words. Emmy quickly scooted up and planted a kiss to his cheek. "To my amazing and wonderfully talented boyfriend. I’ll be better about the intimate warnings." He churred at her show of affection. "Mmm. Sounds good to me."

It felt bizarre to be grounded again after what just happened. It took a bit, sorting out all the thoughts, but Raph finally remembered what started it all.

"Thank you for being you, Em. Forget the bet, but I really am hungry for sweets."

[cowabungacafe]

Welcome to Cowabunga cafe. This is a SFW blog for my Tmnt passion.

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Leonardo 🫐

Endearing Affections

Tender Return

Raphael 🍓

tENDER MOMENTS

Homecoming comfort

Donatello 🍇

Donnie's Delight

Homelight serenity

Michaelangelo 🍊

Midnight Respite

Mikey's Melody of Affection

[fizzywashere87]

Can you write a raph oneshot where reader comforts raph after the kraan incident and gets him a giant plushie

notes: yuhhhh i need to be doing more oneshots anyways :D I hope you like it and apologies for the super duper long wait!

M.List

It'll Be Okay, Big Man

You know it's crazy how fast society moves on as a whole after the world was so close to ending.

It's crazy how quick they just forget four mutants stopped an alien invasion.

Even as the city was being cleared of the debris, torn buildings, the weird ooey-gooey bubble gum looking fungus? Not even scientists knew what to call it. Either way, even as they seen the evidence something big had went down in New York City everyone just seemed to move on, making jokes about it for clout and giggles, nobody seemed to be too shaken at what happened, yeah?

Humans just seem to be silly like that. They don't acknowledge anything that they don't fully understand. Well, while society as a whole moved on, forgot that the sky opened to make way for a huge alien spaceship that seemed to come from the back of a fucking Lebanese shawarma restaurant, forgot about how it looked like a deadass apocalypse went down in New York, there were a few that acknowledged what actually happened- you could even go as to say they were in the center of everything that went down. They were probably the ones that made the spaceship explode, they were probably the ones that made the sky close back up, they could have been the reason New York was able to go back to whatever was trending that week. Don't ask me who, I probably wouldn't know.

It's hard to move on like the news channels decided they would when you were in the middle of it.

Who are these people? I know you're waiting for me to shit it out

Raphael was having a lot of trouble moving on like those silly humans did.

Those stupid thoughts wouldn't leave his head like he wished they would. This wasn't like him at all, he was so out of it. He doesn't even remember what he did under the Kraang's control if he was being deadass. Part of him wishes he did but the slightly bigger part was grateful he doesn't.

Raphael couldn't help but think it was his fault, what exactly? Everything. From the very beginning, to the end of it where it almost ended in his younger brother getting stranded in a whole ass different dimension with something his dad would've told him wasn't real because monsters didn't exist, it was Raph's fault.

Everything that happened that day still haunts him, and he hasn't told anybody about it.

Raphael hasn't told anybody how he gets little flashes- little visions- images- whatever you wanna call it- little touches- feelings- it doesn't matter. It was evident to him that the battle he had to fight internally to win the external was far deeper than he thought. 'Tough shit,' he wants to tell himself. He tries- he really does, he wants everything to be normal again, those little arguments with Leo he could deal with, they always made up- but more importantly he just wants that sticking feeling to go away.

Raphael felt dirty.

You had a feeling Raph wasn't being honest with you. He seemed... off. That's sugarcoating it, he seemed as if he was ready to break down at any moment- any second- you felt it coming.

So there you were heading, to him, you'd already sent a text explaining you on the way to the lair, ready to see your boyfriend. He seen the text and had replied with an 'okay! <3' to which you smiled at softly and picked up your pace, you and the teddy bear in your hand. You were gonna dominate the world with that motherfucker, jus look at 'im!

Earlier, you had decided to put a little gift basket together for your boyfriend. You'd figured he'd needed some extra loving right now, he wasn't so great at hiding it. That- or you knew him very well. Why can't it be both?

You put little pieces of candy you were sure he liked, a king sized bar of Twix because let's be fucking real, they're better than your grammies cookies. You'd included little plushies, a blanket, a little album of pictures with his family- you and April included, and the teddy bear which was currently in your other hand.

Raph would like it, and you hoped it would make him feel better, at least bring a sense of comfort to him in his state. Maybe added cuddles and kisses would help if it didn't. For once, you were confident in your ability to give gifts to people you actually like. The chances of him liking it were higher than the chances it would make him feel worse so you figured- hey! why the fuck not?

You're such a good partner.

Alas, you arrived at the lair, goodies in hand, high hopes for your reptilian boyfriend. You walk some ways to find Raph in his room, curling a dumbbell whilst sitting on his bed. You smile and walk towards him with the gifts in hand, "Hey teddy bear," im sorry i visibly cringed. "How are you?" You ask, testing him, will he lie and tell you he's fine? Will he open up to a conversation about it? You hoped it was the second option.

Raph's face lights up as he sees your good looking ass, even more so as he sees you brought gifts too. "Heya sugar! Raph's doing just fine," Liar "how about you?" He smiles and gets up, placing the dumbbell down and pulls you into a gentle hug. "You brought gifts?" He adds with a smile.

You decided to ignore his little lie, as you were going to bring it up in a bit anyways, instead, choosing to answer his questions. "I'm doing alright," you add with a smile, reciprocating the hug best you could with the things in your hand. "Yeah, I figured you needed a smile." And that was your first attempt to attack the situation.

Raph raised a brow, and allowed you to put the stuff down, and sit on his bed. He joined you, the bed dipping at his added weight. "Why do you say that sweetie?" You knew him better than he thought.

"Well," You start, "Lately you've been off, and by 'off' I mean you seem upset. Upset with yourself. And you've been on edge." You finish, looking at him, scanning his face, and you came to the conclusion he was about to break. "Do you want to talk about it?" You gently ask, placing the teddy bear in his lap.

Raph sighed, so many things, so much stress, so much fear. Damn. "I'm not a good brother." He says quietly, so quietly you thought it was in your head. After convincing yourself he actually spoke and you didn't hit your head that fucking hard in the morning, you sigh quietly and bring him closer to you.

"Why do you say that?" You murmur quietly, rubbing his arms in a comforting manner. You scan his face for any clue, hint, anything that might give it away (thought you were sure it was the reason you had in mind). His eyes welled up with tears and you sighed. "You don't have to tell me right now." You assured him softly, you'd figure he would talk about it when he was ready. You look to the basket of stuff and a soft smile comes across your face, he needed a small distraction right now.

"Hey Raph," You start and he looks to you with glossy eyes, giving a hum in response, you offer a small sympathetic smile to your boyfriend in return and reach for the basket and had it to him. "You never got to look at what else was inside, would you like to do that instead right now?" You ask and a small smile makes it's way across Raph's face. He clears his throat and nods, "Sure thing, sweets." He looks at you in gratitude as a silent way of calming down and thanking you for it.

Raph opens the basket and his small smile turns into a brighter grin, "Aw baby, my favorite candy! I knew keeping around would do me some good!" He gives you a wet kiss on your cheek making you giggle and swat at him with pink cheeks. "Hey!" You couldn't keep the giggles from escaping as you tried to sound mad at him for his comment, "What did you mean by that?!" Raph chuckles and shrugs, "Don't worry about it." He replies. As he looks through the basket he finds the little plushies and immediately his sadness is gone. "Baby!" He pulls you onto his lap and squeezes you tight (always careful to never be too tight), he pulls out the blankets and wraps them around you both, immediately feeling back at home. He finds the album and immediately you feel some weight lift off of his shoulders as if you two were one.

You two spend the rest of the night flipping through the photo album under the blanket as he snacks on his candy, plushies all around you guys, problems pushed aside for now. It was just you and him.

Raphael's problems were nowhere near gone, nowhere near fixed and if he sat quiet for long enough he would feel that need to be cleansed- he would feel dirty again.

Even though that may be true, he simply didn't feel it when you were there to make his mood better, it didn't erase his problems, no,

but he knows you'll always be there to tell him,

"It'll Be Okay, Big Man."

[lucica-stuff]

"Leo's the most stubborn dummy in the world next to you. Ain't no way he's going out without a fight, or bitching about the state of his med bay after Dad nearly ransacked it before Casey stopped him." [...] "And Raphie's there to make sure of it. Raph is here and he's okay. Were all gonna be okay. That's a Dr. Delicate Touch Promise."

Because the day everything isn't okay will be the beginning of Mikey's hunt for the one dumbass who made him break that promise.

slowly blossoming into the bright world I dream of by mad_and_thick_as_thieves

[st4rryyynight]

Hii

Can I request a rottmnt x reader (separate) with a sayaka miki (madoka magica) reader where shes a magical and has to kill witches and lately killing witches has been taking up more of her time and she's had to move/cancel plans with them and when she does get to see them she's exhausted and tired and one day she breaks down and tells them about it (if that's too much for you write or you don't wanna you can just do some head cannons it)

Anyway hope you have a good day and no pressure to do it ofc!!!

★heyaaa- ohmystars, I haven't had someone make a request where the reader is based off of someone.. werhh- hii *explodes--

.. though I don't know a lot about madoka magica-- werhh, sayaka's character seems pretty interesting !!★

✷ — rise!turtles x sayaka miki!reader !!

★ — summary: how the turtles are with an exhausted magical girl reader.

★ — can be seen as both platonic and romantic !!

★ — warnings/tws: mentions of death- killing & attacking, dislocated joints (raph's & donnie's part), scars (brief, mikey's part), breaking down, angst-y, exhaustion, mention of weapons & swords, arguing (mostly leo's and donnie's part), anger, swearing (brief)

★ — content warnings: headcanons, x reader, canon x reader, magic, magical abilities, magical girl reader, fem reader, exhaustion, mikey may be a little occupied, not proof read.

❤️ — rise!raph x sayaka miki!reader

☆ — okay, so- despite magical powers and stuff as such being in both ya'll guys's lives on a day-to-day bais, raph was still, erh, a bit- shocked, when he first found out your were a magical girl and, safe to say - he was amazed by your abilities.. !! he finds it cool that you can heal yourself- and others as well !! and throw in the fact that you can summon swords by just covering yourself in your cloak ?? SWORDS ??? he finds it impressive by how independent you can be in the battlefield with your unique abilities !!

☆ — that strong sense of justice within you makes you so admirable in his eyes as well !! your tenacity to bring justice to table and make things fair for everyone is raw, on display- and it's almost heroic in a way !! ...well. almost. emphasis on almost. no matter how much you long for justice--, he knows how careless you can get while trying to achieve it- jumping into fights when it feels like justice needs to served. he can't help but be..worried. you just are so irresponsible with your own safety sometimes, all in the name of rushing into action without thinking over it first.. scarily- you remind him of his own carelessness when it comes to dangerous situations, his tendency to rush straight into actions.. but at least he's learned to be a little more cautious before getting himself involved in battle.. you however ?? not so much- and it's stressing him out.

☆ — and it's even more worrisome that, whatever reason, tired. not just the regural type of tired, no- it's like, your body is visibly shaking from exhaustion, as if you're in pain- and while you can pretty much control it, It's still hard to overlook- it's concerning. and, as already stated, considering how careless you can be at times, he kind of figures that you've been creating conflict with someone recently.. maybe a classmate from your school ?? that is the best case scenario that he can think of..

☆ — though, the thought of you getting into fights against yokai, mutants- and villains may not be too far off.. you have fought by his side in the past- and in result, you've made your own fair share of enemies, ones that you vowed to destroy. and knowing that you can pretty much summon your very own weapons with no problem- wielding them in such a meticulous manner, he finds it likely that you probably went after them, and without a second thought.. as always. you have the potential of defeating them, no doubt on that, but that scenario- is still too much for him to not worry about, it almost seems too real.. and then, he finds out, that it wasn't that far from the truth.

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"..witch killing ??" asked the quitely and in disbelief the snapper, as he looked at your shaking, slouching body, eyes wide- shock and concern evident in his stare. hi's brows furrowed as he heard you sigh tiredly, nodding firmly- your voice sounding as if it's going to break any moment from exhaustion.

"yea- it's.. it's basically a regular activity of mine." your reply comes off as dry, almost ignorant at his worrisome expression. placing a hand on your shoulder, you push- a slight crack making you wince as you rotated your collarbone back in place, a small burst of pain spreading throughout your shoulder left as quick as it came. you almost missed the small gasp that left the concerned red clad.

"you- you, are you hurt ?!"

"no- and even if I was, I would be healed quickly- y'know, like always !" you gave him a look, not minding your own pain- and even if you did, you knew that you could make it go away. but the snapping turtle only let out a short huff. there you go, being callous towards your own wellbeing- towards the fact that he was so worried for you.

"course' I know that (reader) - !! but that- that doesn't mean that you can..urh." He tensed a bit, trying to fight the right words to confront you. the fact that all these times you were absent weren't just because you got into fights with students from your school- or battling against the typical villains that roam the city.. but instead risking your life killing outwordly beings- witches at that ?? it doesn't sit right with him- no, not all. He took in a small breath as as he continued, crossing his arms- looking a bit more serious than before.

"..you can't just put your life in danger like that."

"..are you hearing yourself- it's my responsibility - !! my duty !!" now it was your turn to huff, getting a little angry at him for saying that- and in tern, raph couldn't help but feel a little..stupid at what he said. of course it's your responsibility, but he can't shake off the feeling that one day- you'll get killed. he didn't even care about the fact that you've been avoiding him now that he knows the reason for your absence..

"besides, what if- if those damned witches hurt, or worse.. kill someone-?? shouldn't there be someone to serve justice - gahh, fuck.." You breathed deeply as you felt your shoulder creak- not as painfully as before- but still, it was uncomfortable.

raph only sighed at this, albeit shakily- glancing at you with conflict in his eyes. while he knows that- what you are doing is to protect others realms- for honour, for justice- he couldn't bring himself to condone you endangering your self in such a way.. but, what else could he do- the information to him was still raw. and while he didn't like the sound of you doing such a dangerous activity on the regular, he couldn't just force you to step out from what you fight for..

..but, he could assist you fighting for it.

in a moment of hesitation, the snapper chuffed out- almost nervously, as he tried to look you in the eyes, trying to keep a firm gaze.

"..what- what'd you say I, erh.." he held his breath for a second- biting down on his tongue.

"..I helped you- helped you with, urh- beating them ?"

"..raph-"

"I mean- I- I am pretty strong after all- not to boast, but I feel like I would be of great help to you !"

"raph, listen-" you coaxed, trying to get him to be quite- whilst keeping your patience together.

"plus, I could- I could create force-fields with my mystics for when you need an extra defense- !"

"no- no, raph, please." you took in a deep breath, placing a firm hand on one of his broad shoulders- giving his scales a small squeeze. at that, the snapper hushed, looking at you with worry in his eyes.

"I- I can't let you get involved in this- it's dangerous.. especially for the inexperienced."

"wha- whatcha talkin' about ?? raph's an experienced fighter !!" he spoke rather brashly, hands on his hips as he a small smile etching on his beak- though, as you squeezed his shoulder again- trying to get his attention, that smile left as quick as it came.

"raph, that's not what I meant." you let go of his shoulder your head lowering to look at the ground.

"..y'know-- just because you are an expert at fighting mutants, villains- and beings alike, doesn't mean that you can handle fighting.. 'out reaml-y' beings- you get what I'm saying ??"

the snapper only blinked at this, a frown of confusion now on his face as he tried to take in the information. you couldn't help but let out a deep sigh, seeing that he wasn't getting what you were saying.

"it's- it's dangerous, raph.. for anyone- for you, even for me !!" you tensed up again, your shoulder throbbing as you bopped it up absentmidly, another slight hiss departing behind your gritted teeth. it didn't take long for raph to get all worried for you once again.

"but- but if it's that dangerous, then why-"

"oh my- I've told you already, it's my duty !" you snapped at him- causing him to back up a little. he let out a small chuff of shock at how dedicated you seemed to do carry own with such threatening tasks.

"and- and I don't wanna accept your help- I can't, it exposed to dangers far greater than when villains.." a slight crack was in your voice- as you now backed up yourself, looking over at the now silent red clad.

"so- so please, for our protection.. for your protection. let me deal with the witches myself."

"..raph's still worried." you heard him mumble as you begun to walk past him- though you couldn't tell if it was targeted towards you, or himself. you simply shook your head as you puffed out your chest, the both of you now dead silent as you spun of your heel and left- your posture almost slouching from exhaustion, which further fueled the terrapin's anxious state.

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💜 — rise!donnie x sayaka miki!reader

☆ — huh. so, you do magic huh ?? hm, should he be surprised- or impressed by that ?? mystic powers and stuff alike are basically an everyday thing in his, and his family's life- so you are nothing new or different. .. though, who's to say that he is not.. intrigued by you ?? who's to say that he isn't curious about your powers- how did you get them, what are their limits ?? when healing others do you absorb their pain--.. can you summon other weapons other swords- he is curious- he wants to know.. for scientific purposes !!

☆ — your strong sense of justice- in his eyes, although admirable, can make you seem a bit.. reckless, sometimes. while you do mean good by fighting for justice, he finds it stupid how there are times that you blindly charge into action in order to achieve it. it's as if you don't count in the consequences of your actions- what they can lead to.. trauma, injuries- death. and while sure, you can pretty much control and heal your very own wounds with your 'oh-so-unique' abilities, your loss is something that not even the most powerful healer could bring back. he is there to constantly advice- or at times, berate you when you act so goddamn impulsively.

☆ — but wait- are you mad at him because he keeps on telling you to not act so absentmidly.. is that why you've been avoiding him recently ?? if not then- what else could it be ?? you can't seriously be that busy that you can't find some time for him can you- or maybe.. you could be. you could be that busy- but for what reason ?? homework been's piling up maybe ?? but he knows that you can just come to him to get it all done for you.. have been getting into fights again- it could be a possibility by how often you create conflict between yourself and others.. thousands of possibilities flow through his head- one more confusing and worrying than the other..

☆ — and if he takes into consideration how tired you always are when you do come visit- all weary and almost.. battered, it doesn't take him long before he starts linking your constant absences to worst case scenarios, now does it ? from fights during school, to household issues.. to you going after villains- anything could be happening, anything !! ..well, or at least he thought of anything- but the actual reason for your recent absences..

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"WAIT- WAIT, waitwaitwait- ..wait." The softshell in front of you waved his hands in frantic manner, a signal for you to stop talking any further.

"..so- so you're meaning to tell me that.. with you being a magical girl, you-.. you have to go kill witches for a living ?? "he sat there for a moment, mumbling as he tried to process the information you just uncovered to him. you could see the tense look that he gave you, skepticism flashing in his eyes. he figures that, he shouldn't be surprised by the usage of your magical powers- neither by the fact that you go out fighting against forces of evil. besides, it's something that he- and his family do on a regular basis, so he shouldn't feel any different for your case..

..and yet, concern hit him like a brick wall as he soaked the fact that- you were putting your self in danger. almost as if he had a death sentence.. he's had his own share of fighting witches- or rather.. bantering, with them- but he never had to duel with them to the death. and especially not on the daily.

"hah- what- what you heard, is what it is." you squeezed your wrist a little as you spoke, hissing out a bit as you tried to rotate it back in place with a small 'pop'.

noticing this, the softshell only chuffed almost disappointedly at how callous you seemed at the moment- as if the secret that you just uncovered to him was just a regular everyday thing to talk about, as If you disregarded your own injuries.

though- amidst your ignorant face, he could make out that exhausted frown of your face, your furrowed eyebrows- even the subtle cracks in your voice. he tried to cool himself down, take a moment to process what you told him before confronting you.

"..okay-" he started, taking a deep breath as he connected his palms together, the motion matching his breathing before he to spoke again.

"..you kill witches. endangering your self while doing so.." his tone was almost bitter- unimpressed.. yet, it carried with it a hint of worry- and perhaps, interest.

"..why am I not surprised ??" he snorted a bit, though he found nothing about this humourous- and neither did you. you only rolled your eyes at him- to which he payed no mind to, and instead continued his annoyed rambling.

"I mean- why should I be ?? you always act so illogically in the face of danger- in a battle- anywhere !! you keep on fighting even if it puts your life in danger- it's honestly shocking how you are still alive- well.. you have powers to keep you alive and all that jazz, but -" you let out an exasperated sigh as he kept on mumbling nonsense or at least, that's what it sounded to you. you eyed him irritably as he practically begun pacing back and forth - turning your head away as to drown out his voice.

his words were like a broken record- constantly telling you how irresponsibly you are while making decisions- in the battlefield, anywhere, and now it wasn't any different, so- for what seemed like eternity, you stopped listening.. it's not like you were hearing him out or taking his advice in the first place either way. and at the moment, you were just too tired to listen to him. too tired to care.

..or at least- you stopped listening until, something he said caught your attention- your head sharply turning to look at him.

"- and to think that you always just.. jump into action on your own, not asking, or even 'better' yet- ACCEPTING anyone else's help — !" he took a hard pause, eyes going wide- almost flashing with inspiration.. his stoic facade crumbled right in front of you by that little shift in his expression.

"..unless.. I offered you mine - !"

"donnie, no-"

"oh- but don't back down on the offer so soon (reader) !! you never know how much help the brainiest turtle around here can be -"

"donnie, please."

"you- you could take me with you next time you exterminate witches-- maybe I could analyse or- or do research on their powers -!!"

"donnie." you gritted your teeth, patience thinning by the second as he kept on blabbering.

"and maybe- MAYBE I COULD HELP YOU FIND THEIR WEAKNESSES !! maybe I could build something like.. y'know, a .. A MACHINE GUN - that's specialized on taking down witches- and witches- alone - "

"donatello, enough !!" you shushed him, your arms crossed as you glared at him with annoyance. and in tern, that shine in his eyes faded, as he fell back into his more..sarcastic persona.

"..ohh- oh. anddd, here you go again.." you heard him grumble to himself, shoulders slouching as disappointment settle in once.

"what, is- is my help too good for you ?? is anyone's help too good for you -"

"damnit, tello- would you SHUT UP for a moment ?!" you shot up straight, that same dislocated hand pushing you up forward- a sickening crack emitting from it, the snapping of bone- and yet, you couldn't bring your self to to care. you could control the pain anyway- it would go away.. well, if your mind wasn't so clouded with anger- with exhaustion, then you would. but you only hissed out, ignoring the throbbing sensation in your wrist.

"I never said that help is too good for me- you- you think I am not dying to get some assistance back there ?!" you argued- gesturing angrily with your non injured hand.

"well- I am ! trust me, I am - but I can't -" you took a small pause, your voice breaking for a moment.

"..I can't let those witches take anyone else's lives in such injustice - I can't let anyone else die to their hands in general- it's dangerous !" you swore you saw the softshell's face darken at your words, chuffing at you callously- and yet, you didn't falter. you had to let him know of the dangers- to sink it through his thick skull.

"and, witches are nothing that machines can kill.. no- it takes magic to do so- specialized one. magic like mine.. using your skills and inventions would be.. a waste of energy and time in this case." you glared at him as you spat out those words- and he glared back, his gaze cold- while yours was flaming with anger. you took in a few deep breaths, trying to cool yourself down- pulling together whatever patience had remained within you at that moment.

"..I- I just don't want to risk anyone getting..killed. and certainly not you." your voice was bitter, unwavering- your message blunt, and yet it carried with a certain sadness that even the softshell could pick up on. still- he was too far annoyed- to say the least with your stance to even try to find something comforting to say, or do.

"..it wasn't a good idea telling you. just- just keep on fighting those stupid mutants- robots, whatever, and leave this to me." were the last words you spoke before turning your head away from the bitter turtle, leaving him in a state of frustration as you walked out his lab's door.

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💙 — rise!leo x sayaka miki!reader

☆ — well if he didn't fangirl over you being a magical girl, then who would ?? he is fascinated by your ability to summon swords. and cutlass ones at that ?? THE ONES THAT PIRATES USED IN THE PAST ?? boy, he is hooked-- !! he probably begged you to let him use one, or at least teach him some of your moves while using a sword. also, the fact that you have healing abilities, is something that leo can exploit out from. for instance: when you are out with him fighting- there are times where he'll run into trouble, either for the fun of it- or finish the job quickly, not having much regard about getting hurt when you are around- as you can pretty much, well- heal him.

☆ — you two also probably find yourselves just jumping straight into battle without thinking over it first-- and even if leo has some strategic plan for your guys's mission to go smoothly, he'll tag along with you should you rush into action. he kinda looks up to you, y'know ?? and the fact that you've given yourself the title 'magical girl of justice' is so cool to him.. well, that's what you're fighting for basically, you've made it clear to him SOO many times.

☆ — but..surely justice can wait for you to spend some time with your favourite blue turtle, can't you ?? I mean- why else would you be constantly changing plans and saying that you don't have enough time for him ?? why else would you always look so out of it the few times you got to see him ?? and why else would you always look so exhausted every time you came to visit.. you must getting into fights, fights for justice !!

☆ — and- well, just imagine the shit eating grin on his face when he figures out that his suspicions about you being absent due to fighting were correct !! though.. you weren't getting into the type of battles that he'd usually expect..

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"..run that by me one more time ?" skepticsm filled the slider's eyes as he played your words on loop in his head, making sure that he didn't misheard anything. it was visible that he was a little shaken up by what you just revealed to him.

"..I kill witches ??"

"yea- no, I heard that.." the blue clad narrowed his eyes at you, chuffing a little at how .. dismissively you responded.

"I mean- I'm just a little offended that you've been going out of your way to kick evil butt.. without me." he smirked at you, almost jokingly as he crossed his arms, looking you over with a half-hearted gaze.

"like- c'monnn, I thought we were together in this !!

you only rolled your eyes at him, clicking your tongue in annoyance at his mocking whining.

"we were never 'together' in this- and let's be honest, you probably wouldn't even be able to handle witch-killing !!"

"and how do you know that- it's not like you've ever given me a chance to prove you so, let alone- oh, I dunno.." he paused for a moment, trailing off- almost dramatically.

"..let me know that that's even a thing ??" he turned his head away from you- puffing his chest out in that same dramatic fashion. honestly, you couldn't tell whether he was just being playful, or if he felt betrayed.. but you couldn't care less.

"well, why should I ?? it's a dangerous occupation - you wouldn't even last for a day.. let alone an hour - "

"anddd, you're telling me that it's not dangerous- for you ?? is that it, hm ??" he looked back at you- almost accusingly as he bopped head back in a nonchalant manner. it was almost infuriating to think that.. he was right. it was indeed dangerous. but you knew that if it was dangerous for you- for him it would have been a death sentence.

"plus- aren't you elimating them for justice ?? we could fight them for it together- ohh, I could be your 'right hand man' - "

"NO." you snapped at him- a little too soon that is. while the thought of having help to restore the justice that is needed, you couldn't risk leonardo finding out more about the the magical-girl system, let alone- allowing him to get himself in danger.

"..it's- it's not the same as fighting mutants, or yokai. it's.. different." you huffed out, shakily.

"awe, but if I get hurt you can just heal me with -"

"it's not that- it's not that you'll just get hurt." you sharply caught through, your hands balling into fists in irritation.

"..this job- can be deadly- it is deadly." you now spoke lowly, almost solemnly- your words affecting leo's smug facade, his smirk dropping into a more.. serious- expression.

"we can't risk you.. you can't- you can't risk it." shaking your head, you bit your cheek as you heard your own voice crack- feeling the slider's, you let your hands fall loose near your sides before continuing.

"..plus- this is something that you should leave to pro, right ??" you smirked every so slightly, trying to sound prideful- and yet, that exhausted, annoyed look that clouded your face made it hard for you even pretend.

"..you should stick to fighting those silly mutants, or something.." you spat- groaning a little as you pushed yourself up from ground you were sitting on.

"..it's safer that way. for the both of us." you remarked one last time, cracking your joints before walking out on the blue clad- leaving him side eyeing you suspiciously, his once joking smirk now long gone, replaced by cold- yet, worried look as you walked away.

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🧡 — rise!mikey x sayaka miki!reader

☆ — amazed. excited, fascinated- what else can I say ?? your magical-girl-thing has got him ENTRANCED. I mean, c'mon-- you are just so cool - your, erh, everything is so- woah !! the way your appearance changes when you activate your powers, your ability to effortlessly heal both yourself- and others..how you can summon weapons by just a swift motion of your cloak -!! it's just.. wow.. and he thought he was rad.

☆ — he also views the fact that you fight for justice as an heroic act !! it's amazing to him how you can jump into battle without a second thought, all in the name of justice-- all in the name of fairness. he admires your strong moral code, and honestly finds it aspiring that- whenever things don't seem fair, you are always the first one to act no matter the consequences- and you won't stop till justice is served on a silver plater !!

☆ — while he doesn't worry as much as the others when you slide into battle without thinking it through first- as he knows how eager you are to get the job done quick and do it right..and respects that -- that is not to say that he doesn't get.. scared, from time to time. sure, while he himself isn't aware of the dangers of acting recklessly- hence him sometimes putting danger himself in the name of fun, when you do the same- but for a much more.. dangerous reason, doesn't sit right with him.

☆ — ..and, the fact that you've been avoiding him recently is.. worrisome- concerning, it almost makes him sad. are you really that busy that you can't even spare a moment to hang out with him ?? are you mad at him - is that why you constantly change plans ?? he doesn't get it- if he's done something wrong, he wants to know - oh.. you've- you've been absent for WHAT -

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"..you do WHAT exactly ?!" the box turtle could not contain his excitement, or perhaps- horror, bouncing at the balls of his feet as he took in the secret that you just uncovered to him.

"..witch killing- what else did you hear ??" you replied with a small, tired groan- one that could almost melt away whatever excitement the turtle had within him as he looked over at your rather disheveled condition.. if he payed any attention to your exhausted expression- your secret left him in such a state of shock that he could barely focus on anything else. though, you didn't mind in way.. as long as you weren't confronted.

"woa- that's, that's urhh.." the excitable, mutant- could only stare with widened eyes as the information bounced around in his head, your words hitting every corner of his brain.

"..so- so cool of you (reader) ..!" he spoke with a nervous smile, almost unsure of whether to be terrified, or entranced by your.. extreme, occupation. at his nervous display, you smirked a little- admittedly a relieved that he wasn't going against your duties..no matter how life-threatening they may be.

"hah- I know it is, c'mon, clap it up.." you joked- puffing out your chest in all the pride you could muster- letting out a small sigh of exhaustion as you did so and in tern, the box turtle did as told.

"yea, I- I mean, you go out and battle evil witches- it's.. awesome !!" he exclaimed mid-way clapping, trying to keep a positive outlook on the situation- and yet, it was hard to do so as your words begun to sink in.. and soon- despite all his enthusiasm, wether genuine or not- he asked the dreaded question:

"but- isn't that dangerous.. ??" and with those words- that pride of yours was replaced with sense of boredom, giving him a look of indifference.

"you guessed it, einstein..!" you snorted, keeping a humourous- nonchalant persona in the process. you rested your bandaged cheek against your hand- the scar underneath it still fresh from one of your latest battles.

the orange clad looked you over wide-eyed, blinking a little as he forced a small grin. you could see it in his face though, he wasn't exactly content with you endangering yourself- well, not without his company- at least. soon, that smile faded into nothing but a small line as he seemed to.. ponder, over something.

"..so, it's dangerous for you..that means" he spun around in an animated fashion- his shell now facing you as you stared at with a cocked head and an indifferent expression.

however, it didn't take long for him to bounce up with joy once again- catching you off guard in the process.

"..oh migosh, OH MI GOSH !" he exclaimed- an idea had sprung in his mind.

"I could- I could join you on those sprees of yours !!" he jumped up and down at the idea, missing the slight huff of displeasure that left you at the thought.

"ohh- it would such fun -! I put my razz-ma-taz to use, and- and you could show me more of your rad-magic-abilities that way !" you swore you saw stars in his eyes for a moment, almost as if he saw your occupation as some fun game for him and you.

"mikey- I can't just-"

"oh- oh, that way you would have more protection as well !! you could use me as a shield -!!" he cut you off, a big- vibrant grin on his face begun bouncing on the balls of his feet once again.

"no, no that's not how it works-- I can't-" your words earned a slight turn of the turtle's head, a small- curious click leaving the orange clad as he looked back at you.

"hm ? can- can't what ??"he cocked his head to the said- a wondrous- yet somewhat disappointed gleam in his eyes as he awaited you to respond. and so, biting your lip- you did as so.

"..I can't bring you with me on witch-killing."

"ha - huh ?? why- why not ?? wouldn't you want the extra help ??

at his words, you didn't do anything else but shake your head in a sure, sharp manner- one that made the box turtle frown- almost deeply so.

"no- no.. not if it means putting you- in danger."

"putting me in danger- (reader) !! when I'm with you I'm never in danger !! and you won't have to be for long either- i- if you just let me -!"

"no mikey- it's not that simple.. I cannot keep you safe, an fighting those witches all at once. it's threatening- for you, me- the both of us, really." you looked him in the eyes the best you could, practically sensing the worry that rose from within him.

"and im- I'm not putting your life at risk just to save mine- and these battles are not a game for me to drag you along in!" you blurted out at the orange clad whou couldn't help but feel get a little defensive at your assertive attitude.

"..m'sorry angelo- but I can't risk it, I can't risk loosing you in the battlefield..witches- they are not an easy task, they are from another realm, they are dangerous- life threatening."

"wait- but, (reader), you can't just--"

"can't what - put my self in 'danger' ?? complete my duties ?!" you couldn't help but raise your voice at the young turtle.

"it's nothing that I can avoid- just like- just like wouldn't be able to avoid certain injuries if you joined me in those sprees- or worse.. you could.." you couldn't bring yourself to finish your sentence as you backed up from the now shaken terrapin.

"I'm sorry- I'm sorry, this is too complicated.. I shouldn't have opened my mouth-"

"(reader).." he spoke, lowly this time- his voice concerned as he reached out a hand to squeeze your shoulder reassuringly, only for you to pull away moments before he made any contact.

".. you got no business battling such beings anyway.. you should just stick into fighting off those silly villains around the city- trust me, it'll be safer that way." and with that- you backed up, leaving the mutant who in a state of both surprise, conflict- and even fear towards you life-threatening lifestyle.. while he wanted to still view this in a positive light, to tell you how amazing you are for getting through such dangerous challenges- it was hard not to think about what would happen if you failed in one of those, if fell down and there no allies- or- as you stated, worse.

And so, as you left the scene- the box turtle just looked at where you stood just a few moments ago, that involuntary frown just deepening on his face as he sensed that- not only were you exhausted, but you were now.. anxious, as if you regretted ever telling him your secret. and that thought kinda of hurt michelangelo.

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★ — notes: ..can you tell I didn't do any research as to what witches are in 'madoka magica' ?? no, no I didn't actually lmaoo.. I just kinda went with the flow, or used my imagination or whateva. also, I was kinda rushing to get the 'oneshot' parts ready, so I didn't really bother to research on how to write said witches... pretty sure they can just be killed by just using guns- since I've seen that yellow-magical girl in the anime fight a witch with her gun or smth.. but yea (—‹ —;)

★werhhh...sorry in advance that this took like.. 12 days to make. school and responsibilities didn't really give me much free time to work on this erhhh..★

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Ficfinder finds: you're on your own, kid

Rottmnt Oneshot Summary: what if raph knew that leo was supposed to be the leader all along? born from me asking, “would it have been any less painful if raph knew the final result? knew what would become of his little brother?" the answer: guess you’ll have to find out.

you're on your own, kid: Appraisal and Ratings

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Plot: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Plot is three out of five!! As this fic, for the most part follows canon story line, what plot there is, is mostly known. However, the side bits that are thrown in, and the early bits of the oneshot exploring the tots childhood, have a good amount of plot in them!!"

Suspense/Mystery: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Suspense/Mystery three out of five!! There isn't a lot of mystery, as the story follows canon plotline, yet the suspense is definitely there!! It lives between the interactions that Raph and Leo have, miscommunication after miscommunication building supposes."

Angst/Hurt: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Angst/Hurt is three out of five!! Once again, as this fic follows canon story line, some of the angst is pulled from that. There's also a lot of miscommunication based angst, which is always a painful treat ^^"

Fluff/Comfort: 💛💛🖤🖤🖤

"Fluff/Comfort is two out of five!! There aren't many scenes or moments centered around comfort, and as the story progresses, there becomes less and less of a comfort element."

Emotions Conveyed: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Emotions Conveyed is three out of five!! This oneshot really conveyed a sense of sadness, and frustration. Along with that, while it won't really affect your mood, it does have some lovely poetry type metaphors written in there! Very melancholy."

Drama/Tension Level: 💛💛💛💛💛

"Drama/Tension Level is five out of five!! Throughout this fic, Leo and Raph consistently butt heads, with it getting worse and worse as the story progresses."

Triggers: 💛💛🖤🖤🖤

"Triggers for this chapter are two out of five!! The triggering content in this fic, is mainly canon plotline, and sibling discourse. However there are a few triggers to keep an eye out for while reading, such as; Sibling discourse, parentification of an eldest child, implied child neglect, harsh words and arguing, violence, blood, implied abuse of peoples (in the battle nexus) and implied suicidal thoughts. remember to read the tags and stay safe!"

Legibility (Reading): 💛💛💛💛💛

"Legibility (Reading) is five out of five!! This oneshot has some formatting and section breaks that look really pleasing on the eyes. Along with that, little metaphors written in parentheses throughout the fic that are really fun to read!"

Legibility (Audio): 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Legibility (Audio) gets a three out of five!! Overall, listening quality is very nice!! The section breaks, and parentheses don't really translate over to an audio book, so it looses some effect. But its still a very good listen!"

Length: 💛🖤🖤🖤🖤

"Length is one out of five!! you're on your own kid takes about 1 hour and 15 minutes to listen to, and has a word count of 15k words!!"

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Personal thoughts on chapter below cut (Contains Spoilers)

title: you're on your own, kid by taylor swift

The title for this fic is based off this song, as stated in the the authors note

“Red, my son,” his father knits his fingers together, tail swishing along the floor anxiously. “It is time I give you a great task.” Ten years-old and too accustomed to the weight of responsibility, Raph nods along seriously.

Oooh, he is so parentified right here. Poor Raph.

“One day, you and your brothers will become mighty heroes of this world. And Blue shall be the one to lead you into those battles.”

Oh gosh, I feel like it really might not have been the best idea for Splinter to tell Raph this. Because right in this moment, Raph is basically "leader" or at least, ringleader, as he's the oldest sibling. This right here, is undermining him. Though I do wonder, what was going on in Splinter's head at this moment. What drove him to tell his 10-year-old son that his younger brother is going to be the leader above them all? I'm rambling now at this point.

“You are the oldest, yes, but that is already a burden of its own. Leonardo will be the leader of you boys one day—when you and I see fit. Until then, you will train your brother to take up this mantle, heavy as it may be.”

Y'know this is interesting. Taking into account that Splinter was an only child, I suppose he might actually think he's taking some of the stress and the burden away from Raph. Separate being a leader, and an eldest sibling. What I think Splinter doesn't realize, is that those two roles go hand in hand.

“I would not give this to you if I did not think you could do it,” his father adds, warmth returning at the edges of his smile. “Though, I must warn you. Blue will not always love you for it—he may even resent you for what you are to do. But you must never,” he says gravely. “Never tell him the truth.”

It was somewhat understandable till now. Why?? Why Splints, why?? That is the parents job, not the child's job.

Exactly one day passes, and Raph quickly realizes that teaching someone to lead is difficult to say and even harder to do. He knows his father trusts that he can do this—probably because he’s the oldest and duh, he’s picked up on a few tricks of the trade, but. Raph can’t exactly articulate how they work.

I feel like Splinter, may have passed this down to Raph, maybe less out of laziness, mainly because Splinter isn't actually inherently lazy. We see him expressing wanting to do things when he's in a cheerful mood. I do believe its obvious to everyone, that Splinter has pretty severe depression. And as such, I think, that by doing this, he thinks he's "saving" his boys. Because, I'm almost certain, in his very depressed brain, he's telling himself that they'd be better off not being parented by a wreck like him, and he fears them turning out like him. And he already sees how good of an influence Raph is on the others. So by having Raph take more responsibility, and then by having Raph pass that onto Leo when he gets older, they then never have to experience the 'torture and displeasure' of being parented by Splinter himself. And even then, Raph will get a 'break' because Leo will take over later on. In a weird, and somewhat sad way, it does make sense. Splinter has horrendous mental health, and in a way, I can see how he'd think this is better. In the long run, of course its damaging on them all, but he's not seeing that right now.

Choosing honesty, because he’s not sure what else to say, Raph admits sheepishly, “My head kinda hurts.” Picking at a loose thread in his blanket, he adds, “Raph’s been thinkin’ too much." “Big brother stuff?” Leo asks, crawling up onto his bed with him. “Yeah,” he smiles softly, bringing his plushie to tap against his little brother’s beak, eliciting a happy giggle.

Right here, you can already see how Leo has picked up the change. Though Raph is only a year, (if not two) years only older, they have established that some topics are 'big brother' topics, and therefore, unfit and unsuitable for younger brothers to talk and/or worry about.

“You’re thinking about it all wrong, Raphie. It’s not about which one you pick. It’s about picking one and doing it. Sometimes you just gotta give your brain a break,” he replies with such strong conviction, that Raph swears he can see a faint blue emanating from him. “Oh…” Raph sits there, mouth hanging open.

Y'know, I actually paused to think about this for a while. It didn't make sense at first, then as I thought about it, it did make sense, in an interesting sort of way.

Laughing, Leo winks at him, and for a few brief seconds, seems far older than seven.

Ah, ok so if Raph is 10, and Leo is 7, then they have a three year age difference, unless Leo's birthday is coming up, meaning its then only 2 years, and maybe a few months.

Slipping out from below the manhole, Raph was immediately assaulted by New York’s boisterous voice—the sound of several million people living and breathing and laughing and crying.

Oh gosh, this paints such a vibrant image in my mind!! I can just imagine, puddles on the ground, reflecting the bold reds, and vibrant yellows of the city, flashing and bright, and how everything would just vibrate with energy!! How the sound would blend into one cacophony of sound and life, all together. Ah, I could keep going and going! I love a well painted scene!!

Vivid and beautiful, a beating heart filled to the brim with purples (just like dee!) and blues (just like leo!) and twinkling lights like tiny suns (that must be mikey) and red, red, red—curling at the very edges of all that Raph could see and in that moment, the city was no longer an ancient beast that might steal him away, but this was his home and all he could see was his brothers, their colors like familiar faces winking out at him.

Oh my GOSH it just got prettier!!

Raph wants to be smart and brave and determined and… What was it? Selfless, the sparkly cat replies, eye winking. Right, selfless, Raph thinks to himself, placing his hands on his hips. Selfless. He tucks those words close to his heart, taking a step back. And as he begins to search for a sewer to slide back into, Raph glances back at the poster, at the city now towering over him again, at the pair of gold eyes he felt at every twist and turn, and he whispers, “thank you.”

I feel like this is the moment Raph decided to become the Red Angel of Preventing Harm.

(and if leo catches the crooked brow directed right at him, then that’s all the better.)

The gold flames bank, just so. Glancing around at the admittedly dangerous location, Leo nods—barely. i understand, he seems to say, and Raph can’t quite decide whether or not he’s happy that a bit of the wild, carefree delight he’d been seeing in Leo has dimmed. Immediately placated, Donnie offers Raph a quicksilver grin of his own, turning the grappling hook over in his hands. Pleased by the lowered tensions, Mikey pats Raph’s head as he climbs atop his shell, perched safely where Raph can reach.

I do love how Leo is referred to as gold, while Donnie is referred to as silver. Quicksilver to be precise.

Flinging himself into the air, their baby brother salutes happily and disappears from sight. Raph never should have let Mikey go. Because as the hook shoots through the air, it hits a pigeon, and Mikey—ever gentle of heart—shrieks in dismay and lets go of the gun. Everyone gasps.

Of all the things to hit!!

“Not your fault, Dee, and not yours either, Mike. It’s that pigeon,” Leo scowls off into the distance, not even for a second berating his brothers. “Rats of the sky—and I don’t care if Dad’s a rat too. Sky rats are different, sky rats are gross.”

Oh my gosh lol, sky rats. I actually had no clue that people called them that. So of course I looked it up, and they are indeed called sky rats, or rats of the sky. Which is interesting that they're called that, as Pigeons are actually quite the clean birds. Did you know, that pigeons are in the same families as Doves and Dodos, and that they make milk for their younger? TW for slightly gross fact, but Pigeons produce milk in their crop — a part of their esophagus that stores food. Crop milk is fed from the adult pigeon's mouth into the baby pigeon's mouth. And in the world, only three species of birds are able to make milk!! Pigeons, flamingos, and Emperor Penguins are the only known birds to make milk for their babies. Pretty unique, yes? Anyways, I've gone on a tangent, hope you enjoyed this fact of the day!

(one day, not too far from now, raph will do the same for leo, and the entire heart-pounding time, will wonder how leo did it soundlessly, not even the slightest bit of fear showing. because as raph dove off of the rooftop after his free-falling brother, he could barely see through the haze of panic, the scream shredding his throat. he will do the same for leo because that is what this family does for one another, always, but he will wonder—always—how leo did it so…fearlessly.)

I like this callback to that one episode to when Leo gets thrown off a roof. Makes it feel even more impactful.

Raph wishes he could scoop the words back in his mouth, wishes he could take it back because this cannot be right—his little brother wilting and sagging and going somewhere deep into his mind. Leo stares and stares and stares, a million miles stretching between the two of them. Remembering his father’s words—blue will not always love you for it. he may even resent you for what you are to do, Raph wears them like shiny armor, thinks of himself as prepared.

Oh this is just not fair. Poor Raph, poor Leo. Neither of them deserve this. I can't imagine how much panic Leo is feeling right now. And how pressured Raph is feeling. Both of them didn't deserve to be put in this situation.

The initials, LJ etched into the stone—so deep it must’ve taken years to do.

Oh I'm so glad this was included. He was stuck in the battle nexus for, I think it was, seven years? That poor man.

Wilting slightly, Leo whispers something that douses Raph in ice-cold water. “I’m even more mad for you, Raphie. If he hadn’t been in there, you could’ve been more of a kid.”

SCREAMING AND FOAMING AT THE MOUTH WHAT?? Not my heart!!!

His little brother wields this leadership like a toy, testing to see how far it might bend until it breaks, and Raph wants to scream because Leo knows better than this, Leo has done better than this, Leo is better than this.

Oh gosh. Leo doesn't want to be leader, because he can see, there is nothing to gain from it. No praise from a father who ignores them, no special perks, nothing. All he sees, is the exhaustion Raph feels, and the burden he carries. And Raph, he doesn't even know the difference. This is all he knows, and he's proud of it, because if he's not' what is there to be proud of?

The week before, Leo up and cancelled training practice without telling Raph, and it took Raph hours to try and find his brothers who were…what? Skating at some rooftop park?

OOOOH I KNOW WHAT BIT THIS IS!! This is right before the invasion!!

Leo never looks up to him like that—shining and kind—anymore. There’s only narrowed gazes and rolled eyes, barely concealed tempers and flashing glares, thin amusement and false joy.

This is going to kill me

“Raph!” he screams, outraged—voice mangled by the beating? By fear? By the trauma of just one day? (Of a whole life?) “Because one day you left with Dad and when you came back, you weren’t my brother anymore. You were—you were this teacher that never thought anything I was doing was good enough! So why not this,” Leo gestures to himself. “Why not throw myself in there. I was running out of options anyways.” His voice cracks. “I was going to disappoint you anyways.” Leo cries, wiping his tears away with trembling hands. “I love you, Raph. All I ever wanted to be was like you.” And Raph thinks, screw this. Because if you have to ask how far is too far after someone sacrifices themself—it’s too far. He tells Leo.

Oh my gosh finally!!! So much hurt, so much pain caused by one little thing. This is why being parentified at a young age is so bad. It causes pain and rifts like this.

“I only ever wanted to be like you,” Leo says, looking into his eyes, expression old and young and grief-stricken and joyful all at once. “Was that really something so bad, something that you had to change?”

Once again, MY POOR HEART!!!

Oh this is a wonderful slow burn oneshot!! It takes a while to get to the point, but in the meantime, its filled with lovely poetry, similes, and metaphors!!