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not jealous at all! i also look at people like im choking on something! totally normal!

#totally not jealous

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I think I'll start posting these in groups from now on :)

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Yellow Light

Bayverse!Raph x reader

Inspired by the song Inventor's Daughter by the Branches. No TWs apply.

“I triple dog dare you, bro.”

The dare would've been enough, but Mikey’s shit-eating grin and goading tone pushed Raph over the edge. “You're on.” He growls out.

“This is a bad idea.” Leonardo's low voice warns his hot-headed brother.

Raphael knows he can leap the alleyway easily. He's pretty sure he can perform a triple flip in the process. Sure enough that he's going to give it a go, to prove Leo's doubt in him wrong anyway. Per Mikey's dare, he's only allotted one step to perform the triple flip jump. He places his sais in his hands so they can't fall from their position at his hip, backs up the singular step he's allowed, and goes for it. His body curls in on itself, hard, carrying him through the momentum of the first two flips. For a moment, he isn't sure he'll make the third, and his arms move to aid him in his final rotation as a mild panic sets in.

Maybe Leo was right.

When his sai falls from his grip, clattering loudly to the ground of the alleyway below, Raphael’s gut sinks. Of course. Just after he sticks the landing and proves Leo wrong. He should have known it would fall into the light of the only streetlamp nearby, too. Quickly, he drops into the shadows below and sneaks forward, hoping beyond hope that he could retrieve his weapon and return to the relative safety of the shadowed rooftop with only a mid-length lecture from Leonardo rather than an hours-long scolding.

Of course, he would have no such luck.

The sound of metal clattering against the hard concrete of the alleyway as you and your date for the evening walked past. Pausing, curiosity and concern mixed in your gut as your eyes sought the source of the sound. There, on the ground in the pool of yellow light, was a strange weapon. Stepping forward to the edge of the streetlamp’s light, your hand reaches for the item. A small sound draws your attention as your fingers grap the hilt of the weapon, and your eyes drift upwards towards the source of the sound. What you see there takes a moment to process.

Standing there stock still under your gaze, Raphael mentally chides himself for such a rookie mistake. He expects a scream, expects to see fear or hatred or revulsion when your eyes fall upon him.

The fact that it never comes, that your wide eyes are filled only with curiosity has him stunned. This is uncharted territory.

It's that same surprise that lets your date land one, solid hit to his jaw and send him reeling. Distantly, he hears the insult your date throws at him.

“Get away from her, you monster!” Your date spits at him.

Ah. There it is, Raphael thinks to himself. The familiar sting of rejection.

Your date scoops you up and ushers you away from the alley. Curious eyes stay on Raphael's form until you are out of view, leaving him to process what just happened.

None of that had gone as he had anticipated. Raphael couldn't get the way you'd looked at him out of his head. His hand rises to rub at the sore spot on his jaw as he moves to sit up on the hard concrete. A mixture of shame and awe roiled in his gut - shame that your date had managed to get the upper hand, awe that someone as soft and beautiful as you had looked at him with anything other than revulsion. Disappointment fills his chest as he realizes he'll likely never see you again.

The sound of one of his brother’s quiet footsteps approaching drives the dagger of shame further into his gut. Bracing himself for the impending lecture that is sure to come, he brings back the walls he'd worked so hard to build over the years that you had seemed to crack with one simple glance. Yet again, he had failed to measure up and had let his brothers down. Self-pity and regret swirled around the shame in his gut, making him nauseous. Leonardo's condescending voice as he would surely deliver a thorough scolding was the last thing he needed - or, worse, Mikey looking at him as if he were a disappointment.

Instead of the condescension he was expecting, your quiet voice sounded from the mouth of the alleyway.

“Are you alright?” The softness in your voice as you speak startles him, and he looks up at you with wide eyes.

Yellow light from the streetlamp above frames your silhouette and his eyes grow wider with every step you take towards him. Your voice is quiet and soft when you speak, as if you were scared of frightening him off like some kind of injured animal. Maybe he is some kind of injured animal to you, he thinks with a twinge of bitterness. Then you're there in his space, kneeling in front of him as the streetlamp's yellow light shines like a halo behind your beautiful face. Your eyes are kind, concerned. Raphael struggles to process that the concern in your eyes could even remotely be for him. Tentative hands reach out and wipe the blood from his lip, stroking carefully along the quickly forming bruise on his jaw. Unconsciously, unintentionally, Raphael finds himself leaning ever so slightly into your soft touch. If you had cracked his walls earlier, surely now you were crumbling them to dust.

Finally he responds in a deep, gravely Brooklyn accent. “I’ve had worse.” He says to you, sounding a little like he can't believe any of this is happening.

“I'm sorry.” Your apology sends him reeling all over again. You were apologizing to him for your date defending you against a monster in the dark? Surely, he must have taken a harder hit to the head than he'd thought. Maybe he'd cracked his skull on the pavement when he'd went down and this was all a very pleasant, very not real dream.

Your hands retreat from his face, and Raphael struggles not to follow - not to seek out more of your gentle touch. No one had ever touched him that way before, and he thinks for a moment that he may die before anyone else ever touches him like that again. Your eyes drop from his gaze to your hand. Raphael notices now that you have something wrapped there in your pretty scarf, held close to your chest as if it were something precious. Slowly untangling your scarf from where you'd hastily wrapped it up, you reveal his now forgotten sai. He looks up at your face, sure that you would take this moment to drive it into his heart. Too stunned still by your actions, his body was too slow to catch up with this feeling of impending doom. Your eyes raise to meet his, and you extend the sai towards him.

The strike he's expecting never comes, instead feeling a much different kind of pierce to his heart as he realizes that you are handing it back to him. Somewhere in his gut, he knows it - knows that this should not be happening. You should not be here. You should be afraid. Everyone was always afraid. The cries of ‘monster’ ring fresh in his ears as if it were only moments ago he'd heard them. You should be running as far and as fast as you could, not kneeling in front of him as if you were the one liable to spook him away.

You certainly should not be handing him a weapon.

And yet. You had managed to subvert his every expectation so far. Carefully, he reaches to take his sai from your hand. A jolt of something electric runs through the both of you as his fingers brush against your own for the briefest of seconds as he takes back his weapon.

Your eyes never leave his face. After a long moment, you realize you've been staring at him for a little too long. Clearing your throat as a blush creeps across your face, you glance at the cut on his face. It's bleeding again.

“Does it hurt?” You ask him, voice soft with compassion.

It takes a moment for Raphael to process what you mean, having forgotten the ache in his jaw after staring into your beautiful eyes for so long.

“It's fine.” He grunts out, scrambling to hoist his walls back up lest he fall hopelessly in love with a woman he'd only just met.

Raising your hands to his face again, you cup the uninjured side of his jaw and dab gently at the wound in his face with your scarf. Raphael moves to bat you away.

“You're going to get your pretty scarf ruined.” He complains half-heartedly. His body is quick to betray him, though, as he leans subconsciously into the gentle caress of your hand on his jaw.

A small smile graces your lips. “Don't worry about it.” Your voice is a whisper now, and your face is close enough that he can feel your breath on his skin. His eyes widen once more, pupils blowing wide at the casual, gentle intimacy of it all. “Hold this here.” You instruct him, and his hand goes to hold your scarf to his face obediently. Surprisingly, your other hand stays on his jaw. He chides himself for being so easy for you. It was so unlike him. Raphael, who never trusted anyone, falling head over heels for a woman he's barely spoken to - for a woman who was on a date with someone else who had punched him in the face - because she was nicer than average? If he wasn't feeling so disoriented by your kindness, he would have scoffed at the ludicrousness of it.

Raphael's face looks up when he hears the quiet sound of Leo shifting on the fire escape above them, an intentional signal for Raphael to cut this little moment with you short. He shifts away from your hand, and it feels as if he were throwing himself into traffic. All he wants is to lean back into your touch, but he moves to stand nonetheless.

“Uhh. Thanks.” He tells you awkwardly in a new, gruffer tone than he'd used before. Had Leo seen his weakness? Seen how soft you'd made him in such a short time? He couldn't run the risk, had to shut you out before he fell head over heels and let his big brother down again. Raphael was supposed to be the protector, the one who was always suspicious of outsiders and kept everyone at arm's length to keep his family safe. “I gotta get going.” Reaching his hand out, he ungraciously offers your scarf back to you. “Here, you should have this back.”

That soft small returns to your face as you shake your head and curl your fingers over his, closing his hand around the scarf. “It's yours now.” Your blush deepens as you look at him. You know the moment has passed, he's already closed ranks and shut you out again, and you can't help but feel disappointed. There was almost something there between you, you were sure of it. Hiding your disappointment behind your smile, you meet his gaze. “Something to remember me by.”

Just like that, you were backing out of the alleyway. Your eyes stay trained on his massive form as you make your retreat until you can no longer make him out in the darkness. The rest of your walk home is lonely, if not uneventful.

Little do you know, four brothers keep watch over you from the rooftops, making sure you get home safe. Once you enter your apartment and lock the door behind you, Leonardo delivers the order to cut patrol short tonight and head home. Along the way, Raphael manages to mostly tune out the fearless leader’s scolding lecture as he thinks instead about the way you had approached him without fear, compassion in your eyes. The fact that you had left your date in order to return and check on him hadn't been lost on him. Finally, when they return to the lair, he retreats from Leonardo’s condescending monologue and closes himself away in his room to finally be alone and process what had happened. Removing his gear, he collapses on his mattress and lets go of the weight of Leonardo's disappointment and Michelangelo’s teasing comments.

Curled up there in his bed, finally alone, he opens his tightly fisted hand to reveal the pretty scarf he'd hidden there. Raising it nervously to his face, he leans in and inhales your scent deeply as he revels in the memory of your hand on his skin. The way you had touched him with such ease - without reservation.

Maybe dropping that sai was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

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Vicarious Happiness

Anon Request, “Hi!! I love your work so much and I hope your doing wellI have a request if thats cool, it’s fluffy raphael x reader(she/her) and it’s like raph being all soft for once and letting his gard down and laughing and his brothers seeing this and they get all sappy”

~xXx~

It was the sounds of loud, hardy laughter that drew Leo from his once peaceful meditation. He knew that laugh and felt a familiar agitation itch at his mind, wondering what prank Raphael had pulled on Mikey this time. However, when he stepped out into the main living portion of the lair, he was quickly surprised to find the red banned turtle to not be cackling at his youngest brothers peril, but instead joyfully laughing along with you. While his laughter was louder and much deeper, no one could miss the cherry colored blush of your face as you laughed equally along. The leader of the four brothers made his way over to the kitchen, where he had spotted his two other siblings apparently watching the wholesome scene between Raph and the brothers close friend. “Donnie, you didn’t drop laughing gas again did you?”, Leo questioned with a raised brow and covering his snout. Hazel eyes glared behind self made classes. “I’ll have you know that was Casey’s fault! Also, no, I didn’t. Why do you ask?” Rolling his own eyes, Leo pointed a thumb over to where you and Raph sat close on the couch. “I ask because I’ve never seen Raph like that unless he did something. What’s up with him?” “Can’t you tell?”, Mikey jumped in with a swoon, batting non-existent lashes at Leo, “What’s up with Raph is (y,n)!” Leo scoffed, shoving Mikey out of his personal space as the other wiggled his brows. “Wait, are you guys serious? I know the two are close, but Raph like that? No way!” The two youngest brothers only smirked at each other, Donnie then stepping over to throw an arm around Leo. “Au contraire, my dear brother. Just take a look for yourself.” Leo did, and as he took a moment to really examine the scene before him, it wasn’t long till he caught on just like Mikey and Donnie had. It was the way Raphael looked at you, as you babbled on about something random but dear to yourself. His eyes held a fondness so rarely seen for someone such as him, a softness to his gaze rather than typical annoyance. It was as though he was deaf to your words, instead memorized and taking to memory the way you shined and glowed as you spoke so excitedly. However, Leo was also sure that for you, Raph was also making an effort to remember each and every single one of the words your spoke. Your voice and tone sounding like a melody to the terrapin no doubt. His body language was also a dead give away. Rather than taut or imposingly flexed, Raph sat comfortably with an air of, dare Leo even think it, vulnerability. There was not a sense of guardedness, no such thing as what he gave even around those he considered friends. With an arm slung over the couch and just an inch from being wrapped over your shoulders, an amorous smile and wholesome gaze still on your fast talking self, it was as though in that moment you were Raphael’s entire world. A cheeky grin found its way to Leo’s face. While he was already thinking of ways to tease the broad ninja turtle later, he at the same time couldn’t help but feel a sense of joyfulness for the other. The honorary leader had always been of a realistic mindset, had always been one hundred percent certain that they would never get to experience the pleasures of normal people. While a few years younger version of him would have been skeptical and jaded of this situation, the current more mature him felt nothing but elation. He’d always expected out of any of them for Mikey to somehow end up with a human partner if anything, but seeing Raphael of all people, soft and full of passion, it truly made him happy for the brother he’d so often fight with. Glancing over to Donnie and Mikey, the fondness they each shared while also watching the deepening bond shared between you and Raphael, he had a feeling they felt the same.

~xXx~

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Mattfoggy, they don't meet @Columbia and instead Daredevil takes an interest in Foggy and "just happens " to always find useful evidence for his cases

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” Matt says, because he thinks it might make Foggy laugh; he’s only mildly disappointed when Foggy just jumps and swears softly under his breath. 

“I think maybe you’ve got to stop lurking in the darkness, dude,” he says, sounding more amused than scared as his heartbeat settles down. “Do you–have something for me? Or is this a social call?” 

“A trade, I think,” Matt says, fishing a flash drive out of his suit, feeling dumb for being scared about this and not all the actual dangerous crime fighting he finished up just a few minutes ago. “Didn’t you promise me a kiss last time?” 

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Hi! Idk if you are taking requests but I hope so? Could you do a scenario or Headcanon with TMNT x reader ( all of the boys but separately, or who ever you think it’s more interesting to write this scenario about ) who has drawn them on their notebook or smth in several different poses, also hugging, kissing, handholding the reader? They accidentally forgot the book there and they found it? How they would approach the reader with such a private thing and such? Thank you!

Word Count: 6.9k (Total)

I changed up the request slightly but I hope you still enjoy it!

Leonardo

“Oh,” your voice caused his eyes to pop open, staring up at you while he sat cross legged in the center of the dojo, “Is it okay if I come in?”

He nodded before fluttering his eyes closed, he could hear as your footsteps carried yourself over to beside him. Your clothes made noise as you fell to the floor, the pencil in your hand scraped against the paper after you had flicked to your recent drawing.

“How is it going?” You were slightly surprised when you heard him speak, normally when you came in to draw he wouldn’t say a word.

“Uh, good,” your tongue flicked over your lips to hide the small smile that was forming, “Good.”

“You don’t know how to talk to me, do you?” One of his eyes opened to peek at you, you were staring at your book with a thin mouth, he could tell that you were too unfocused by his statement that you weren’t reading at all. “It’s alright.”

“It’s just,” you sighed and placed your book on the floor to give him all of your attention, “You are nothing like your brothers.”

“Most people consider that a good thing.” You both smiled softly at his amused tone, “I don’t think the world can handle two of any of my brothers.”

“I can’t even handle one of your brothers.” His deep mixed in an odd melody with your giggles, he relaxed from his meditation pose and turned to look at you entirely.

“Be thankful that you don’t have to lead them.”

“Oh, that is all you.” You placed a hand on his upper arm while your giggles were becoming softer, “Trying to draw is near impossible with them around.”

“Why do you think I meditate?” His smile almost doubled in size when your hand didn’t move from his arm, “It’s an excuse for some quiet.”

“Well,” for a moment he thought you could hear his heart pounding when your eyes met his, the colorful swirling captured in your eyes lured him into its depths, “If you ever need some space my apartment is always open for you.”

“I might have to take you up on that offer.” The shared smile between the both of you held high hopes, “Any excuse for some space.”

“Draw with me.” He felt his body betray him with a blush as you placed a hand on his, “It’s an excuse for some space.”

“Okay,” he cleared his throat slightly, doing his best to not let his voice crack, “Drawing it is.”

When you offered to draw with the turtle, you didn’t think it would go this far.

“Stop stealing my pencils, Leo!” You lightly slapped his arm before snatching the pencil from his hands, “I bought you a drawing kit so that you wouldn’t.”

“I like your pencils better,” he shrugged and looked at your pursed lips with a smile, “Can I have the pencil back?”

His smile melted your will and you handed him back the pencil with a sigh, “You’re lucky I like you, Leo.”

“Consider me grateful.” He accepted the pencil and when back to his drawing, his non-dominant arm blocking your view of his drawing.

“What are you drawing?” You leaned over to try to catch a glimpse of his drawing but he pulled the pad away from your sight.

“Nothing,” he shrugged, a slight panic in his voice.

“Really?” You scoffed and looked at him, “You’re lying to me now, pencil stealer?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“I’m pretty sure I do want to know.” You offered your hand from him to place the book in, “I promise I won’t tell your brothers.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” He looked away from you, ashamed. You softly placed your hand on his wrist, he looked up to see your small smile,

“It’s me, Leo, you don’t have to worry about anything.”

It was always you, you were the one who could make him smile, you were the one that assured him that he was doing the right things, you supported him, you trusted him, and he fell for you the moment April brought you to the lair.

It had always been you.

He hesitantly handed you the book, part of him feared that you would flee or scream but he knew you, you wouldn’t never hurt him like that.

You smiled softly at the drawing he had handed you, “It’s us.”

His face fell as he watched you blink away tears, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have drawn that. I shouldn’t have drawn you. You’re just so amazing and I-“

“Leo, Leo,” your hands left the book to grab his, the action causing him to stop his rambling, “I love it.”

“You do?” He was slowly relaxing to your touch.

“Of course!” You giggled and moved to sit next to him, your legs brushing against his. You placed the book between you two as you stared at the drawing of you and him cuddling, “Do you have more?”

“You,” his eyes blinked in disbelief, and his breath was ragged, “You want to see more?”

“If you’d let me,” you stared at him with a kind smile blessing your lips. He gulped before nodding his head quickly, his heart and stomach punching him. You turned back to the book and turned to the next page,

“Wow.” You breathed out while Leo was slowly dying of suspense as you stared silently at a drawing. Both of you had closed eyes, he was leaning down as well as you popping yourself on your toes. His fingers were laced with yours as his lips were softly placed on yours. The kiss was sweet and small, you couldn’t tell if it was a brief, nervous first kiss or if it was a kiss that was just to remind him how much you tenderly cared for him.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered after a pregnant pause, “I fell in love with you, I tried to hide it but,” he stared at the side of your face, your eyes never leaving the drawing, “I feel you taking over me: my thoughts, my actions, my everything. I fell in love, and I fell hard.”

His breath hitched to his throat when you turned to face him,

“You aren’t the only one.”

A nervous chuckle fell from him, a smile on his lips, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smiled back at him, you lifted your hand from the book to place it into his, “I fell hard too.”

Michelangelo

You were definitely the one.

He was laying on your bed, his arms behind his head and one of his legs dangling off of the bed, as he watched you with tired eyes as you rummaged through your desk trying to find something.

“When you said you had a surprise for me, I didn’t think you meant getting a great view of your butt, sweets,” He smirked while you shot him a glare, switching from bending over to view the stack of books next to your desk to crouching as you inspected them.

“For it to be a surprise I had to hide it really well because you like to snoop around in my drawers.”

He chuckled at your words, his eyes peeling from you to look at your ceiling - his smile remaining on his face. He had been forced into an all-nighter patrol with his brothers, to escape from his tired and cross siblings he snuck out to go see you, his grin never leaving as he got to spend the rest of his consciousness with you.

“Finally!” You shouted and bolted up from the floor, papers and books stacked next to you tumbled from their stacked form, “Here it is.”

You walked towards him with a grin on your face, you hid an object behind your back as you sat on the edge of the bed he had reserved for you. He pulled himself up with a groan, his arms instinctively resting on your outer thighs as he crunched up to rest his tired head on your shoulder.

“I don’t think I can move anymore.” He muttered, his heavy eyes closing while he breathed in your comforting scent.

“So no gift then?” He softly moaned as your fingers began to softly rub his shoulders, a smile bloomed on your face as his arms tightened their grip on you.

“I didn’t say that, sweets.” He lazily smiled, turning his head so that he could get a view of the side of your face.

“You’re cute when you’re sleepy,” You traced the shape of his arms while he giggled under your touch, one of your hands slipped from him as you pulled the gift from behind you.

“What is it?” The object was blurry to his eyes, the only thing he could focus on was the side of your face and your burning touch.

“It’s a drawing pad,” you explained with an amused tone, “That way you can draw while I do homework.”

“What makes you think I can draw?” His eyes shut as the rise and fall of your shoulders while you breathed was beginning to allure him into a slumber.

“I’ve seen you spray paint the tunnels,” you only knew he was awake when a smile spread across his face as your fingers unknotted the stress and tension built up in his arms. “You doodle on my homework and notes all the time, and you always have marker on your arms.”

“Guilty,” he mumbled, he moved his head from your shoulder to your neck, his hot breath bringing a shiver down your spine and a blush to rise from your neck to your face.

“C’mon,” you whispered, not wanting to awake him from his much needed rest, “Let’s get you to bed.”

“No,” he dug his head more into your neck, his hands slipping under your thighs and using the last on his strength to pull you into his lap. His arms didn’t move from your legs and he leaned back into the bed, his face still nuzzled into your neck, “I’m not tired.”

“It’s okay, Mikey,” you could feel as the rise and fall of his chest was becoming more steady, you shifted to be more comfortable in his arms, “I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

Mikey groaned as he heard his brother’s voices, half expecting that he was in the lair and seeing you last night was a fever dream, but he was happily mistaken.

“You woke him up.” He heard your voice chime in next to him, his eyes were stuck with sleep but they shuttered open as you were forming in his view, “Hey, Mikey.”

“Hey, sweets.” He mumbled comfortably, his arms that were wrapped around the back of your upper thighs hoisting you higher and closer to him.

“Mikey,” he hummed as you spoke with a humored tone, “Your brothers are here.”

He popped his head out from your neck to glance at his brothers, Raphael snickering while Leo was scolding the laughing brother, Donatello had a small smile on his face and gave his brother a thumbs up.

He let out weak huff before tucking his head back into your neck, tightening his arms around you and taking note of how your hands were resting on his chest and carving shapes into his plastron.

“Mikey,” Leo’s voice was rough and irritated, “We have patrol.”

“Go on without me,” his arm briefly left your body to wave away his brothers before returning with its heat.

“Patrol includes everyone.”

“Let him be, Fearless,” Raph nudged his older brother with a harsh elbow, “Loverboy here is enjoying himself.”

There was a pause in their conversation, Mikey didn’t have to look up to know that the two were having a tense stare down, when one spoke he knew which one won,

“You have five minutes Mikey or I’ll drag you out of that bed myself.” He could hear his brother’s angry stomping out of your apartment followed by the laughter of his other brothers.

“What’s his problem?” Your fingers were becoming lazy as they moved along him.

“-Shredder-“ was all that you could hear from his mumbling, burying himself as deep as he could in your neck, not wanting to leave you at all.

“Mikey,” you sang his name while the only response you got from him was him squeezing you for a short moment, “You’ve got to go.”

“No,” he whined loudly from your neck, his protests followed with his hands sliding to your back to press you tightly against him.

“Mikey,” chuckling, your hands made their way to cup his face before you pulled away from him, a groan coming from the boy due to the lack of contact, “You can come back after the patrol.”

“Or I don’t leave at all,” he leaned his head back to rest on your pillows, his half lidded eyes staring up at you, “What do you say to that, sweets?”

“I’d say no,” you both turned to see the owner of the voice with crossed arms at your bedroom doorway, “Let’s go, Mikey.”

He sighed as he closed his eyes completely, his head falling back onto your pillows in defeat.

“It’s okay, Mikey,” your words sent a shiver down his spine, his eyes peaked open as you crawled off of him and sat next to him instead, “Knowing you, you’ll be back before sunrise.”

A smile formed on his lips, his mouth opened to say something but his brother’s hand seizing his arm and pulling him from the bed caused his focus to shift,

“Come on, Leo,” he groaned as he watched you giggle while he was being dragged out of your home, “Just a few more minutes?”

He let out a groan as the air in his lungs was knocked out of him when his brother threw him against the wall, “Let’s go.”

The younger brother rolled his eyes as he stood up, his eyes lingering where your bedroom door was before he reluctantly slipped out of your house to greet his brothers.

He groaned as he flopped into his bed, the sweat that beaded down his forehead and the weights his eyelids carried was something that he didn’t want to bother you with at 3 am.

He was too tired to take off his gear, only taking one thing off of his person, a drawing book that he slammed down on his already crowded nightstand. His eyes rested on the pad, half wanting to relive the night you gave it to him and the other half wanting to just be in your arms as he drifted into unconsciousness.

Music blared in his ears while he mouthed along with the fast paced words, he laid on his bed as he dragged his pencil in long strokes against the paper. Each stroke adding to a drawing of you in his arms, similar to the position he held you the other night.

A smile crossed his face as he was almost done with the colorless sketch, his heart was full with the idea of having you in his arms again.

He was dragged from his thoughts as his headphones were ripped from his head, he turned to see his older brother glaring down at him,

“Mikey, you left the kitchen a mess again.”

“I’ll be down in a minute,” he sat up to reach for his headphone in his brother's grip but his brother stepped away from him.

“Now, Mikey.” He tossed the headphones back at his little brother before leaving the bedroom.

“Now, Mikey.” He mocked behind his brothers back, he stood up reluctantly and went to the messy kitchen - his attempt at baking a sweet snack for you and him to share when you were supposed to come to the lair after work went to the drain rather quickly. He groaned when he finally noticed the aftermath of his rampage, knowing that he would really have to work to get it done before you arrived.

You slipped into the lair quietly, knowing that it wouldn’t be unlikely for one of the brothers to be fast asleep on the couch, and began to make your way to the youngest brother's bedroom.

You expected him to be in his room, but he was absent. You dropped your bag against one of the walls before flopping onto his bed, landing rather uncomfortably on his pencil. You shifted to pull the pencil out from under you when you caught sight of an open drawing pad.

You sat up as you pulled the book into your lap, a smile on your face as you examined the drawing.

“Sweets,” your eyes popped up from the drawing to see Mikey standing at the doorway. You flipped around the pad so that he could see what you had discovered,

“I knew you were good at drawing.”

“Sweets,” he lunged after you as you began to flip through his drawings. “Give it back!”

He threw himself at you while you giggled, you managed to keep the book from him while you flicked through some of the drawings. You immediately froze when you came across the one he feared that you would, he snatched the pad from your hands in your moment of weakness. He turned away from you with the drawing pad in his hands, a heavy blush settling on his face and tears prickling at his eyes.

“Get out.”

“Mikey,” your voice was soft as you reached out towards him.

“Just get out!” He whipped around as he yelled, his face falling when you flinched away from him.

“Just go,” he croaked, shaking his head before turning his back to you while his hands gripped the book. One of his hands raised to clamp over his mouth when he felt your weight leaving his bed, he tried to choke back a sob as his tears ran across his hand.

“Talk to me,” he watched through tears as you sat in front of him, your hand going to the one that was going pale due to his grip on the thick book, “Please.”

“I-“ he pulled his shaking hand away from his mouth, “I-“ he sniffed and wiped his running nose, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Mikey,” you scooted closer to him, your hands moving from his to wipe away his tears, “It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” he leaned into your touch, his watery eyes stared into yours, “Because I fell in love with you.”

He could feel himself shattering as you pulled away from him, your eyebrows knit in confusion, “I-“

“I’m sorry,” he turned his head away from you, his voice fragile like broken glass, “I’m so sorry.”

His breath left him when you stood up, taking long strides towards the door, freezing before your hands could touch the doorknob. You turned back to look at the turtle. He was curled into a tight ball, his knees pressing against his chest and his arms wrapped around his legs, his head buried between his knees as he let his tears spring from his eyes and fall along his legs.

Your feet brought you to stand above the boy, your hands slipped under his chin and tilted his head to look at you, your body acting without consulting your mind as you captured his lips in yours.

He slowly unraveled from his fetal position, your hands slipped to the back of his head as you crawled into his lap, your body curving into his. His hands hesitated slid to your hips, gripping them tightly when you pressed yourself against him. Your lips parted from his for a moment, the pants coming from both of you assuring that he too had lost his breath in the kiss.

“Sweets, are you sure-“ before he could even finish your lips desperately attached to his, his soft churring grew louder as your nails clawed at his neck.

He pulled away, gasping for air, frozen under your touch,

“Kiss me,” your hoarse voice made his eyes flutter to a half lidded state, “Please, Mikey.”

He nodded frantically before slipping his lips into yours, his hands beginning to roam your body earning soft moans from you.

The book discarded on the floor meant close to nothing to you both in this moment, it’s open pages revealed just what brought on the declaration of passionate love: you were straddling his lap, your shirt was in the process of being discarded while his hands inched along your exposed skin that were littered with small marks of love.

Donatello

It was more of an accident than purposeful.

He was slouched in his lab, looking over his notes trying to find what he did wrong but his mind was too liquid for his own sentences to make sense. He would pause to sigh and rub his face, take a sip of his now cold coffee before attempting to go back to his work. The words swirled like vultures circling prey, he groaned before pulling his glasses off of his face and softly massaging his pounding head. His head hurt too much to focus on his work, but his stubbornness refused to let him succumb to sleep.

He clicked the pen in his hand and squinted at the words on the page, his eyes slowly devouring the words while his hand absentmindedly started to doodle on the margin of his notes. His eyes crawled to the drawing, his attention now on the swirls that he drew. He frowned tiredly as he began to make the swirls into a legible drawing.

He didn’t realize quite what he was drawing until he was done, the single eye he drew was familiar, but in his tired state he barely recognized who it belonged to until he heard a soft knock at his locked lab door.

“Donnie? Are you still awake?” Your soft voice killed the headache that fought his brain, he was jolted with a sudden alertness as he managed to piece together that the eye he drew belonged to you. A soft yelp escaped from his lips at the realization, he scrambled to cover up the drawing before he shouldered his way to the door - unlocking it quickly to meet your surprised face.

“I didn’t think that would work,” You chuckled lightly, you took his arms into your hands and led him to his room, soft and tired protests falling as mumbles from his lips.

“You need sleep, real sleep.” You kicked open his bedroom door and led him to his bed, his steps getting more off-balanced and sluggish.

He barely made it to his bed before he collapsed, resting on his side, he felt as your hands pulled off his glasses followed by all of his other equipment littering his body. He watched with heavy eyes as you tucked him into his bed, part of him wanted to grab you and ask you to lay with him. As he watched you, his imagination ran wild with the idea of you: laying down next to him, your warmth forcing him to be addicted to your touch; how your body would fit perfectly against his, your head deep in his neck that he’d be able to smell your fruity shampoo, your legs tangled in his, your arms rested against his chest while his were snug around your waist; you’d wake up with slightly parted lips, begging him to kiss you awake but he wouldn’t, he couldn’t wake up your peaceful state and would stay there as long as he could hold you in his arms.

“You’re pretty,” He didn’t know if he said it out loud or not, but your response told him that you did.

“Thanks, Don.” You giggled, he cursed himself for forgetting your giggle in his short day dream, and pulled his blanket up to his chin. You pressed a soft kiss to his temple, a giggle and snort came from him in response as well as a toothy grin and a blush, “Sleep well, Donatello.”

He hid in his lab after he woke up, reflecting on his behavior last night that brought a maddening blush to his cheeks and thoughts that he couldn’t quite shake from his head. His notes were now filled with your name surrounded by hearts, small scribbles of you littering the margins. His eyes casted over to the photos of you crowding his desk, he hadn’t dared to try to trap your beauty on a page but as he stared into your eyes that held nothing short of love and glee, he pulled out a blank sheet of notebook paper and began his new project.

“Oh, hey,” you shot a quick smile at the dragon who finally left his cave, in his hands papers of treasure he clutched close to him, “I just made some coffee.”

A nervous smile twitched on his lips, he accepted the mug of the dark liquid as you slid it over towards him. His hands shook slightly as he picked up the mug, his eyes never leaving the kind smile on your lips.

“We’re doing a movie tonight,” you offered the creamer to him, despite knowing that he would refuse as always, “Mikey and Raph claimed the couch, and Leo his chair as always, so I guess you’re stuck with the floor and me.”

He nodded at your words, fearing that if he spoke his voice would crack under your kind, soft gaze.

“Raph is choosing the movie tonight so I’m sorry if I cling onto you during the movie,” a soft chuckle escaped you while you spoke, knowing that you very well would be cuddling with the turtle with or without the horror movie of Raphael’s choosing.

A blush rose to his cheeks thinking of you clutching onto him all night, how the movie wouldn’t matter to him as long as you were in his arms.

“I-“ his voice cracked, earning a muffled giggle from you, “I look forward to it.” He managed without his voice cracking, but only doing so by forcibly lowering his voice an octave.

“Okay,” you chuckled and brushed your hand against his arm as you walked past him, “I’ll see you then.”

He could feel his whole body light up with your touch, he scrambled to grab the cup of coffee before fleeing to his lab, inspiration striking every fiber of his being.

“Donnie?” You slipped into the quiet lab, calling the turtle’s name, “We’re about to start the movie.”

You carefully stepped through his lab, avoiding the steaming beakers and messily placed papers, “Donnie?”

You walked to his main desk, disappointed by the lack of his presence at the desk but bursting into a smile at the sight of photos surrounding various papers. You sunk into his large leather gaming chair, your eyes glancing over the papers crowding his desk. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion at the sight of drawing, not knowing that Donnie had an artist side to him, and began to inspect the drawings.

You let out a grin at the sight of a drawing of you holding a stack of papers with goggles askew on your head, you shifted through the drawings, finding all of them of you. Some just random moments of you - giggling at something Mikey had said, smiling with Raphael as you read one of his comic books, squished on the couch with his brothers while you all encouraged Mikey as he played a video game.

You didn’t notice eyes on you as you rummaged through the drawings, part of him wanted to stop you, but seeing the smile on your lips he didn’t dare move an inch.

You chuckled lightly as you discarded a drawing of you snuggled on the couch while clutching a pillow and a large hoodie devouring your figure, your eyes moved from the drawing to the next one. Heat rose to your face immediately, at the sight of the one in your hands: you were straddling him standing on your knees while his arms pressed against your bottom, pulling you completely into him, your fingers brushing against his lips while your foreheads were pressed together.

You would have never tore your eyes from the drawing if another hadn’t caught your attention, you gently held the new drawing in your hands: you were leaning against him, as if you were falling, your hands were placed on his chest while one of his was steadying you by pressing against the middle of your back, the other gripping your waist, his head leaned down towards yours as your lips were connected.

Your breath was caught in your throat as you stared at the intimate drawing, almost feeling his lips on yours as they were in the detailed art.

He leaned on the table to watch you closer, he placed his hand on a shelf to see if he could catch sight of your face but the shelf gave up his weight and he fell far less gracefully than he meant to. Papers flew as he fell, along with the destruction of all of that was on the shelf.

“Donnie!” You were quick to his side, helping him up with blushes on both of your faces, his arms rested in yours as you faced him, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he couldn’t look in your eyes, not wanting to know how you stared at him knowing what his favorite recent pastime was.

“I-“ you breathed out, not knowing quite what to say; whether to admit your guilt or play off the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach.

“You’re allowed to hate me,” his voice was weak, matching his slumped and small posture, his voice cracking as he spoke on the verge of tears, “You can yell, tear up my lab, hit me, or-“

You cut him off with your lips on his, a soft kiss that was only a second long but didn’t fail to make his knees wobbly and a nervous laugh and snort coming from him, his hands shook as he reached for yours.

“Or I can do that.” You accepted his sweaty hands into yours, fitting like a missing puzzle piece, “And you can come watch the movie with me.”

“And cuddle?” His voice was high pitched, not recovering from the kiss yet.

“Yes, Don,” you giggled, “And cuddle.”

Raphael

At first, Raph was angry.

He had wanted a new set of weights but instead he received a leather bound notepad with a phrase engraved on the back,

To Bring Peace To The Hopeless

He would stare at the phrase for days after his birthday, never understanding what the cryptic words meant or what it will mean. He would flick through the blank pages, waiting for some forbidden knowledge to pop out at him but there was nothing.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later did Raph find a purpose for it, he had shoved it between his mattress and the frame of his bed to even out his bed - out of sight, out of mind - but when he stormed to his room after another fight with Leo, his father was the one that came for him.

He started by asking if his son had kept the book, a scowl on his face when his son pulled the notepad from under his mattress. He gave a brief lecture of how to maintain care of the leather book and its blank pages before he told his son,

“I have hopes that drawing will bring you the peace that you deserve, my son.”

With his words of wisdom, the humanoid rodent left the room with a small, knowing, smile on his face.

Drawing will bring you the peace, Raph stared at the book with his father's words running wild in his mind, his large finger following the dents that the engraving on the back had left.

He huffed before flipping open the book, the blank page almost mocking him, he grabbed a broken pencil off of his floor and debated whether or not to dig the pencil into the cream colored page and make dark marks of scribbled anger. He growled before tearing his eyes from the page, not knowing what to draw on the page.

He fell back into his lumpy mattress, clutching the book to his chest as he rolled over to his side to get more comfortable. His eyes immediately fell on the photo resting next to his bed, he lifted himself up by his elbows and reached for the picture. A smile formed on his lips as he stared at the moment captured in glass; you were smiling brightly, your face squished up against his - blushes heavy on both of your faces - you eyes held nothing but pure joy as you both were lightly covered in flour. That day you both were banned from the lair’s kitchen, but it was worth the memory that never failed to bring a smile to his lips and a familiar feeling of punching butterflies in his stomach.

He placed the picture next to his notebook and began to sketch the photo onto the blank page.

“Hey stranger,” he promptly slammed the book shut as you leaned over his shoulder, your hands resting on his shoulders, “What’s that?”

“Nothing,” he huffed, a blush flooding his face as you moved closer to him.

“Nothing?” You repeated, not convinced by his words in the slightest, “Since when do you keep secrets from me?”

“It’s not a secret,” he shook his head and placed the notepad next to him, “It’s nothing.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but shouting from your kitchen pulled you away from the turtle to his two younger siblings who were both bickering and breaking things in your kitchen.

He sighed in relief as you left from his side, trying to prevent any more chaos in your apartment from the brothers. He reopened his notebook, his recent drawing unfinished but was close to being done. It was another drawing to his collection of your portraits, some of just you, others of you and him. It began with just normal poses, you smiling, you laughing, you reclining on your couch with your phone in your hand, you dancing when you won against his youngest brother at a video game. But the most recent ones, they were ones of pure fantasy. You holding his hand - your fingers laced with his, so detailed that for a moment he could feel your hand in his; you snuggling into him as if letting him go would be your downfall; your lips - the way they pulled when you smiled, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you tried to muffle a laugh or suppress a smile; and his favorite, one that he had filled most of the pages with, was of you and him kissing - of what he imagined the softness and nervousness of a first kiss with you would be like, how you would kiss his cheek to calm him down, kissing his forehead to remind him of your devotion to him, how your kisses would travel across his skin reminding him that you wouldn’t shy away from loving him completely. But they were all dreams unlived, he knew he could never love them or match the real you.

The way you tilted your head back when you let out loud laughs, your smile that would never fail to make his legs weak, your eyes that he could look into forever if you would have let him, your hands that always left a lingering warm touch to his skin.

That he could never capture on a single page.

“Raph,” his eyes popped up from his book that he shut quickly after being pulled from his mind, “Help!”

You were holding back Mikey who was attempting to throw sugar at Donnie, making quick jabs at how Donnie needed to be sweeter to him, the eldest was holding back the genius who managed to weaponize coffee grounds.

Raph discarded his notepad and went to aid you, managing to get the sugar out of his brother’s hand and pull him from the kitchen.

“Both of you, lair, now.” Leo commanded after he was able to push Donnie to the ground, glaring at the two youngest boys, “You two are going to work this out or so help me.”

They grumbled something as they made their way to leave your apartment, apologizing curtly as they passed you for making a mess in your kitchen.

“Come on, Raph, I’ll need help.” Leo nodded towards you as a farewell before pushing his brothers out of the door towards your small balcony.

“Right,” he groaned, sending you a kind smile before going after his brothers.

The apartment was almost deafening silent as the brothers had left, making your way to the broom closet to get out cleaning supplies when a foreign object was on your couch.

Your hands slipped around the leather book, almost immediately recognizing the book as Raphael’s. You felt guilty and dirty with the book in your hands, you felt even worse as you peeled open the book.

The very first drawing as an odd looking face, the proportions fairly off which brought a small smile to your face. You continued to flick through the pages when the face began to morph and become recognizable.

“Oh my god,” Your smile fell as you saw a drawing that was almost a mirror image of you, you continued on, watching your life through the eyes of Raphael before the drawing were no longer memories or moments of past time but images that you were sure to remember if they were true.

They were soft and tender, kisses, hugging, hand holding, sleeping in his room with his arm draped across your body, sleepy smiles, and one that you lingered on, tracing where his pencil once was: a drawing of his hands softly cupping your face as his scarred and splitted lip inches towards what you believed were yours, your fingers lingering on his hands.

“Hey, sweetheart, have you-“ you turned to see the owner of the drawings pulling himself into your home, his face void of emotion as he stared at you with his book in your hands.

“I-“ you shut your mouth as he stormed over to you, snatching the book from your hands, you were unable to read his face but all of your breath left your body and you wanted to hide under his glaring.

“How much of it did you see?” You flinched at his growling, your eyes slowly traveling from the floor to meet his.

“I really like them,” He stumbled away from you, one of his hands gripping the top of his head, his eyes were closed as he debated the dilemma swirling in his mind. “I didn’t know you thought of me like that.”

“I didn’t know either,” his eyes were still closed as he responded, his voice barely about a whisper and his body frozen, “Not until I start drawing you. You were-“

He took a deep breath, removing the hand from his head in the process, his eyes catching a look of everything on its way to meet yours, “You were my muse. My peace.”

He began to take steps towards you, his fingers lightly hit yours as he stood in front of you, his head bowed, “You are my peace.”

When your fingers wrapped around his wrists, the fire of your touch made him look into your eyes, you led his hands to your jaw - his hands lightly cupping your face out of an unknown instinct.

“You drew something like this,” you looked into his shining eyes as he stared down at you - his eyes were wide, his lips were parted as he struggled for breath, his stomach was punching itself at how close you were to him and he was frozen in place. “It’s my favorite one.”

“It is?” His voice was small, soft, fragile.

“Yeah,” you smiled at the boy, you bit your lip to hide your excitement as he leaned closer to your lips, your eyes were fluttering to a close as he pressed his lips against yours. His rough lips were softly pressing against yours but didn’t dwindle the fire that erupted in you both. He could feel the flames as it rose to your face, as your fingers danced from his wrists to his shoulder, fire spreading with your very touch. One of his hands slipping to the back of your neck to pull you closer to his lips, the soft noise that came from you made the fire explode from his stomach to his entire being.

You slowly removed your lips from his, smiles wide on both of your faces as you both took some time for air, his hands moved from your head to your hips, keeping you trapped near him,

“Wow,” he breathed out, soft chuckles coming from both of you.

“Better than you thought it would be?”

“It was amazing,” his forehead rested against yours, his thumbs softly tracing strange shapes on your hips, “You’re- I-“

You cut him off with a kiss on his cheek, abruptly stopping him from searching for words, “I liked it too.”

Your fingers traced the scars that littered his shoulders, your forehead never leaving his and both of you couldn’t quite catch your breath together, but you both were at peace in each other's arms. Drawing did bring him peace, with you in his grasp and your lips ghosting over his, his peace was you.

A peace that he deserved.

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Bayverse TmnT X Thankful Reader; HC’s

Anon Request, "Can I ask for Bayverse Turtles reacting to GN reader who thanks them for saving them instead of being scared of them?"

~xXx~

Michelangelo:

 Dudes pretty stoked when it hits him that you’re not running away screaming your head off after he’s saved you from some drunks

He’s really excited and almost loses himself to it, grabbing your hands and cheerfully introducing himself

Probs throws out some kind of pun or pick up line about how this must mean something, and for a moment almost really feels that when you giggle at his shenanigans

A human who thanked him with no shred of fear and thinks he’s funny?! Someone pinch him because there’s no way this isn't a dream

Would slip you his number before dashing off to the calls of his brothers, winking back as he waved goodbye, already picturing you as a new friend

Donatello:

Freaked out at first when he sees you still hanging around after he fought off a thug who tried to rob you, but that shock is quickly replaced with curiosity as you breathlessly thank him

He wonders if this is some other form of distress on your part and does a quick check up to make sure you didn’t hit your head or something

Is even more surprised when it turns out you’re perfectly fine, and you don’t shy away from his touch, a large hand still gently holding you by the shoulder

Donnie’s quick to pull away when he realizes, fumbling with his words for a moment and the soft smile you offer is not helping the warmth dusting his cheeks

The shout from his brothers for him is what saves him from further embarrassment, but as he turns to leave and sees you still standing, watching him go, he can’t help the growing intrigue he now has for you

Raphael:

You’re not running in terror, screaming bloody murder, and Raph isn’t sure how to feel

He just stands and stares absolutely bewildered as you offer him a kind thank you after saving you from random aggressors

He’s quick to catch your hand as it lifts towards his face, more shock coursing through him when he sees the rag in your grasp to clean at a cut on his face

Your fearlessness towards him is impressive, but he can’t help the internal panic

Yes there’s a joyful elation Raph feels, but this is all new territory to him

Sure, he has human friends like April, but even she freaked when she first met him

Not you though, and as he runs off to catch up with his brothers, he finds himself unable to stop thinking of this memorable encounter

Leonardo:

Leo is stunned by your kind thank you versus the usual display of fear he receives, there’s a reason he tried to be super stealthy after all

He’ll actually ask if you’re not scared of him, sounding casual about it but feeling the exact opposite

You’re denying response gives him a sense of relief and curiosity, but also apprehension

Are you trying to trick him? Are you secretly part of the Foot Clan?

He can’t help his skepticism towards your kindness, as the leader he’s sort of built this wall against newer people to protect his family

He’ll eye you for a moment, asking if you’re okay to walk home by yourself, and after he’s sure you are truly fine, he’ll be quick to make his leave

It’s sudden and abrupt and while a small part of him feels kind of rude about suddenly dipping, he’s too busy fighting an inner battle about how his whole existence is to stay hidden, and this new desire to be sought by you

Definitely doesn’t tell his brothers about this meeting, last thing Leo needs is for them to encourage the warm hope you’ve instilled within him

~xXx~

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Damian Al Ghul was livid.

He leaves you on your own, after a month of convincing him that you’re fully capable of taking care of yourself with no help from his men, and now he’s starting to regret leaving you alone as he paces back and forth in his study, green and gold silk crumbling under his hold. Everything in the room is either pushed over or flipped. His hair is a mess from the amount of times he ran his fingers through it. His heart sank when he got a letter—a Ransom little from a long-time enemy of the Al Ghul family. They’ve taken you hostage and want something in return, and if he’s unable to meet the requirements then they’re sure your head will look pretty on their wall. The paper is ripped in shreds on the floor. The doors to his studies are slammed open and out he goes—jaw clenched and everybody fearing the dangerous aura that spills from him.

But you on the other hand hold no worries as you sit on the ground patently as you wait for your dear husband to rescue you. Locked up behind bars, Knees brought up to your chest—humming a soft tune as you feed a small mouse, that had caught your attention by squeaking at the very stale loaf of bread they have given you, you don’t hesitate, breaking it into pieces and give it to the poor starving animal. You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve been taken, but you know it’s been more than a day. The silk on your body is torn out the bottom, and bits of dirt cling to it. You bring your hand down—palm up. And the dirty mouse climbs, settling down comfortably with bread in its hand. Legs are not straightened as you place your hand on your lap, holding the dear animal softly. A soft sigh escapes your lips, head falling back and up against the wall. “How much longer?”

You don’t know how much passes right after.

But you hear screams and gunshots.

Tried eyes bore onto the door that’s on the overside of the bars. The mouse starts to shake in your hands—you feel it as you try to calm it down by gently rubbing the top of its head with your finger. The gunshots and screams get louder—they’re getting closer and you feel your heartbeat quicken a bit.

The door is kicked open—and you jump. Green and gold catch your eyes and a smile forms on your lips. “Finally,” you say, pushing yourself up with your green hand. Damian holds a frown on his face and a worried expression. His katana is placed back in its hilt.

“I apologize for being so late—“

“Don’t apologize” you cut him off “I’m just glad you’re here”

He says nothing and hums, opening the gate that held you secure in place. His arm is outstretched to you—waiting patiently for you to grab it and you waste no time in doing so. The minute he feels your hand against his, he pulls you closer in a heartbeat. In his arms he left you up your feet in bridal position. A giggle erupts from your throat, oh how he missed that sound, and you shake your head. “I can walk Damian. I’m not hurt, I kicked their asses before they did anything” your hand is brought up to his cheek, cleaning any blood that was left behind on his skin. He leans into your soft touch as he makes his way out of the room.

“That’s my beautiful wife,” he says in a murmur that makes your heart throb.

“Enough sweet talking me, let’s hurry and head on home” You wrap your arm around his should “Me and Perla need a nice bath”

Damian takes a glance at you, eyebrow raised in confusion “Who’s Perla?” He questions.

And just as you were about to answer a soft squeak comes from his shoulder, and a white small mouse stands still. Your other hand is brought up and a finger rubs against the white fur.

“She’s our new pet!”

Adding the mouse was so random! 🎊

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steven is so puppy with the way he looks at you, bright and starry-eyed like you're the center of his universe. with the way he follows you around the flat, just to be closer to you. with that dopey smile he has whenever you say his name because he loves hearing your voice and to have your attention.

steven is so puppy with the way his body eagerly pushes against yours because he's convinced he'd die if he doesn't touch you right then and there. with the small whimpers that fall from his lips when you tug at his hair -- always followed by that shy blush when he realizes how needy and loud he's being.

marc is so puppy with the way he perks up at your praise, always striving to be a better version of himself so you'll stay with him. with how he buries his face against your neck in the middle of the night and finds comfort in your soft scent, reminding himself you're still there.

marc is so puppy with how he wanders around grumpily whenever you're not with him. he pouts and stares longingly at the door, waiting for you to come home, even when he texts you every hour to make sure you're thinking about him. with the way he greets you at the door with barely concealed delight before dragging you to bed so he can cuddle you (and more ?? >:)).

jake is so puppy with how he wants to protect you, to shield you from the darkness of the world, but also keep you for himself. with how he bites marks against your neck and rubs himself against you to mark you as his. with how he constantly reminds you how much he loves you so you'll never forget it.

jake is so puppy with how he's always there to quietly comfort you when you need it, someone to listen without judgement. with how he can gauge exactly how you're feeling because he knows you so well -- you're the only thing he cares about.

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“Muffin,” Matt says, unceremoniously dropping a wrapped muffin into Foggy’s lap before dropping himself into the seat next to him in class, slumping down with a yawn. He’s clutching a giant cup of coffee that’s going to make him jittery so quickly that he’ll give the rest to Foggy in a few minutes. They go really well together.

“For me?” Foggy asks, happily.

“That one barista threw it in for free,” Matt says, shrugging.

“Oh, am I benefiting from how hot you are again?” Foggy asks. “I have to really lay it on thick before I can charm free stuff out of people. You’re barely awake.”

“I don’t think it has anything to do with my—appearance,” Matt says, huffing out a laugh.

“Which barista was it?” Foggy asks, immediately interrupting Matt when he tries to answer. “Trick question: they all think you’re hot.”

“Even Caleb?” Matt asks, amused.

“Matthew Murdock,” Foggy says, “especially Caleb.”

“. . .oh,” Matt says, after a beat.

“The blind thing might take away from your gaydar,” Foggy says, happily tearing the muffin in two halves and shoving one into his mouth.

“Are guys hitting on me a lot?” Matt asks, making a vague, scrunchy face that gives Foggy a moment of pause.

“Well, they’re not doing it a little,” he says, slowly. “Is this something you’re--y'know--Catholic about?”

“What?” Matt asks. “Oh—no. Of course not.”

"Good," Foggy says. "I'd hate to lose out on all that free food."

"You're welcome," Matt says, laughing, tipping his head toward the ceiling before turning toward Foggy again. "Hey, what does it mean when a guy tells you that you're really, really good looking?"

". . .shut up and eat this muffin," Foggy says, smushing it on Matt's mouth in an act of sheer desperation.

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❤️💕❤️💕 Stud - RED - The Muscle - The Second Alpha

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id call the police because how did he get into my house

Imagine Walking Into The Kitchen And Finding This Man Making Coffee For You

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⟡ batboys x petnames

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dick

all the pet names

mostly sweetheart and sweetie 

calls you stupid pet names like sugar cake to annoy you and the people around you

if you tell him that there’s one or more pet names that you hate then he’ll use them on purpose to tease you. seriously why would you even tell him about it, ofc he’ll use it against you.

he knows the limit though and doesn’t do it so much that it actually makes you angry

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Batboys Toxic Traits Headcanons

because no one is perfect, i wanted to get a little dirty with it and imagine what the boys are like when they're a little... too obsessed with you.

tw for romanticizing possessive, obsessive, jealous, aggressive actions haha xoxo

Jason Todd

- scary dog privileges wherever you go with jace, but he is ALL bite with one and only one warning bark.

- when a hand that isn't his brushes your thigh in a club, fingers get broken. when a cat caller thinks his compliment just has to be said to you, he most likely won't be able to speak again for weeks. And god forbid any villain try to use you as bait for jason, they've all learned if they value their life to never touch you. He's all for justice not vengeance until anyone tries to mess with you, then those words always get mixed up in his head.

- sometimes you cant even complain about people, they end up getting randomly harassed by a certain someone until they just move town

- jason is adamant as long as he's alive there won't be a problem of yours he can't solve with a little violence

- your biggest problem is that he struggles to let you have guy friends, obviously the ones he knows especially fellow heroes are more than fine, but he's been known to burst blood vessels when he sees you close and person with men he's never met

- he's proud of it too: "let another man try and touch y/n, it's been a slow night for me." or "i just don't get why you need him as a friend when you have me, myself, and i"

Tim Drake

- tim gets... obsessive.

- he tends to fall hard but with you he brought the house down with him

- before you were officially his he had hacked every security camera in the city to have eyes on you at any given moment

- both for your safety and his own maniacal flirting strategy: you admire shoes but frown at the price tag? tim's buying you the matching bag to go with the shoes he bought the second you looked at them.

- before you knew how insanely in love with you he was, you truly thought he was a mind reader

- well he kind of was, seeing as he scrolled through your search history every night to know which talking points to bring up with you

- once you finally fell for him and set some stronger boundaries he still occasionally found himself double checking your location when you weren't by his side, or lazily purchasing every item on your pinterest boards, he just can't help but dote on you

Damian Wayne

- damian doesn't really get close to people, but as always you were his exception

- however, this means his list of people to hang out with is extremely short, and he saw no problem in wanting to be around you wherever you went whenever he could

- like a kind of tall, dark, and brooding puppy, he quietly followed you everywhere, and when you strictly told him he couldn't follow along, you always noticed a perched shadow just a few building away

- eventually you got used to rolling over to damian coolly watching you sleep or patiently waiting to pick you up from your classes/job, happy just to walk you to your car

- just like jason, damian had a brutal and heartless style of problem-solving when it came to anyone giving you trouble

- too often you found yourself standing in between his rage a massive mistake whether it was nearly assaulting a friend of yours who tried to ask you out or threatening to buy out your entire workplace when you didn't get the promotion you wanted

- forever cooling his rage was worth having his adoration though, and you were happy to have your overbearing shadow follow you throughout your days

Dick Grayson

- for such a bubbly leader, dick often struggled with communication

- always used to bearing his problems alone youd spent too many nights tracking down your own boyfriend only to beg him to tell you what's wrong

- he never understood that you didn't always want to solve his problems, but hold his sadness or hurt with him

- it was the worst when he was upset with you, whether it was jealously or insecurity that crept into his mind

- he'd take off in a rush hoping you wouldn't notice but you always did, either hunting him down or simply waiting with open arms for him to come home

- it would take years to teach your traveling-circus-raised boyfriend that you weren't going anywhere, ever.

- but, this made for many heartfelt nights where he held you and promised you the world, as if you'd opened him up in a way no one else could, pulling forward the most magical and loving side of your sweet boy

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Taking Care Of Baby Mutant Turtle W/ Donnie; Hc's

@valen-yamyam16 ,"hello how are you? I hope you're well, for days I have the idea of ​​the f!reader with donatello taking care of a mutant baby turtle that they rescued from the TCRI or something like that donie and reader can be two fools in love who haven't confessed yet. Hehe(also I imagine the newborn baby maybe 2 weeks old,and I don't know if you want the others to interact with the baby?)"

~xXx~

first off, the tiny tike for a reason unknown to anyone, is that they only seem to stay calm when Donnie and you are in the same room, but you BOTH have to be there! No exceptions!

it's like they know on some cosmic level that you two like each other, and are trying to get you both to hook up by playing some pseudo game of house

Mikey once joked that they're like you're little cherub, and you couldn't have shoved a pillow fast enough over his face to stop him from blurting your crush on his brother to the world

Donnie on the other hand thinks it's some kind of taunting joke the universe is playing on him for all the endless pinning he's felt towards you

but if anyone ask, he uses science as an excuse, saying that the baby mutant most likely imprinted on you and him as you both were the first to find them in a TCRI lab

Whatever the case is, you two work as a team to care for the little one

Donnie does everything he can to make sure they’re at optimum health, and you help with that by providing nutritional foods

They might be mutant, but no way are they starting life off on just pizza!

You learn so much about turtle health from Donnie, and he ends up learning a lot about taking care of children from your own experiences with human kids

Donatello gets extremely excited about picking out clothes for them, and you find his excitement very adorable

Part of you wonders if it’s because he didn’t get to have much of that option growing up, and so have no qualm with indulging in buying cute articles of clothes that your closest friend picks out for your little one

Donnie nearly dies when you two show up in matching onesies, and just about ascended to a different realm entirely when you present him with one as well, hand crafted by your own hands!

that baby is the safest baby in the world you best believe!!

not only do they have three amazing uncles and super bad ass grandpa, but neither you or Donnie would ever let any harm come to that child

Since the baby turt is so attached to you, everyone thought it best you live with the brothers and Master Splinter for the time being

This leads to many nights falling asleep in the lab or Donnie’s room since the small bab really wants to be near him as well

Just like with the four brothers Master Splinter collects baby pictures of the newest addition to the family

His favorite by far is one he took of Donnie and you huddled together next to a makeshift crib with the baby being cradled by you both, each one of you fast asleep in the others embrace

~xXx~

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he looks so adorable when he’s confused 🫤