#and raph has this moment where is just like ‘ok then lean on me then you idiot’

[forgetful-nerd]

The intense need I have to write a fanfic and sort of recreate this lotr scene with 2012!Raph saying this line to an injured 2012! Leo is unreal:

Oof this would be so good line for a fanfic about the burdens Leo feels as a leader and how he can (and should) lean on his family.

(Clearly, Learning that Sean Astin voices 2012! Raph has not been great for my sanity or attention span)

[oleander-nin]

1 and 8 for the verbal prompts for platonic yan donnie where he sees the reader as a little sibling, if thats ok?

A/N, not important: Thank you for the message specifying it was for Rise! You're very sweet. Sorry for the absence, a lot has been going on. I'll try to catch up w/ requests soon. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: Kidnapping, yandere themes, slight manipulation(?), injury to hand

Words: 1613

Prompt(s) requested: 1V("Well that wasn't very smart.") & 8V("See. Look at this. We're bonding.")

Summary: Hanging out with Donnie has been great! It's just, you'd really like to go home now.

“I want to go home.” My voice resonates through Donnie’s lab, my feet swinging back and forth as I spin on the chair Donnie parked me in. He doesn’t move, and I assume he didn’t hear me. “Hey Donnie? Can I go home now?”

I chew on the inside of my cheek, fiddling with my thumbs. Donnie barely moves at my words, the slight tensing of his body the only sign he heard me. I let out a loud sigh, leaning back in the chair. I watch Donnie’s back. No reaction. I sigh again, louder this time.

I was getting frustrated with Donnie’s lack of acknowledgement, I couldn’t understand why he was ignoring me. I slip out of the chair, it spinning slightly from the force I used to get off. I walk up to Donnie, my finger hooking onto the fabric wraps on his arm. I tug twice, my face furrowed. “Donnie?”

Donnie glances at me, his face set in a hard stare. His hands were tense, his eyes clouded with thought. It didn’t seem like he was even looking at me properly. I stomp my foot, tugging on the fabric again. Donnie finally sets his current project down, the screwdriver set to the side. I straighten up, proud. I had gotten his attention, all by myself. I didn’t even have to go to Raph this time!

“I want to go home.” I repeat, my hands now clasped around his arm. I was bouncing on the balls of my feet. Maybe my parents would make my favorite food tonight, I hadn’t been home in a while. Mikey’s cooking was great, but nothing came close to what my parents made. I look at Donnie expectantly, waiting for him to get up and show me the way out. Maybe he’d let me ride on his battle shell again. I hoped so, it was fun.

Donnie’s eye twitches slightly and he takes a deep breath. I frown. He wasn’t standing up. He finally turns to look at me, my hands dropping to my side so he could move his chair fully. I grin up at him, waiting for him to get up, for him to take me home. I missed my parents. Donnie and his brothers were cool, but I liked my house. I was ready to go home. Donnie invited me to stay over with him two weeks ago, but I was bored now. It wasn’t as much fun living in the sewers as I thought it’d be. 

Donnie’s eyes flick over me for a moment, his gaze scanning my features. He slumps in his seat a bit, two fingers rubbing where his sharpie on eyebrows were. I frown; he still isn’t getting up. I move to grab his hand again, but he picks his hand up and faces his palm towards me. “Why do you want to leave? I thought you were having fun.”

“I was, but now I want to go home. Please Donnie?” I whine, my voice drawing out the syllables to ‘was’ in a flair of dramatics. I pout, trying to get him to take me. I was tired of sleeping in the spare bedroom the Hamato’s lent me. It was cool I got to decorate it, but I missed my room. It wasn’t the same here.

“No, not right now. We’re bonding.”

I whine, throwing my hands in the air. “But why can’t I leave? We ‘bond’ all the time.”

Donnie sighs, his hand flicking through the screen to his right. I watch his hand move, the writing and diagrams flicking past the screen faster than I could compute. He glances back at me, a chart showing on the screen. His two pointer fingers touching on the screen, then moving apart makes it zoom in. The softshell angles the screen towards me, my body shifting to lean on his chair so I could examine the graph.

“This is your area’s crime rate,” His voice is soft, his hands moving across the screen and pointing at different sections of the graph. It was a line graph, showing the amount of crime in our area over the year. I puff out my cheeks, annoyed. How was this relevant? My parents were home and they were fine. “It’s been spiking recently. My brothers can protect you here, I can protect you here. I’m your brother, I’m not sending you back home to your incompetent caretakers.”

Donnie’s words take a moment to process and I blink up at him. He was still talking, his hands moving around while he explains on and on about how living here with him is better, safer. I look away, my eyes focusing on the floor, then they table. Donnie isn’t my brother; He’s just a close friend. I chew on my cheek. Who did he mean by my ‘caretakers’? My parent’s? A deep frown etches onto my face, my bottom lip sticking out. He insulted my parents in the same breath he claimed to be my brother. 

“You’re not my brother.”

My sudden words make Donnie pause his rant, his eyes shifting back to me. His face twitches again, his eyes narrowing to meet my own. His hands settle down at his armrests, a finger tapping against the chair. “Of course I’m your brother you dumb dumb.”

I stomp my foot, my face growing hot in anger. “No you're not! And I wanna go home!”

Donnie ignores me, his hand waving away my words as if they mean nothing. His face is tilted, looking at me like I’m some dumb kid, like I don’t know any better. “You are home.”

I exhale harshly through my nostrils, turning sharply on my heel and heading for the exit. If Donnie isn’t going to take me home, maybe one of his brothers will. I hear Donnie moving around behind me, the sound of items on his desk being shuffled around makes its way through the lab. I march up to the door, grumbling. It wasn’t fair, Donnie was just being a jerk. My parents were not incompetent. They loved me and the stupid crime graph didn’t mean a thing. Donnie was just being stupid.

The metal doors of the lab swing shut right before I reach them, and I jump back in surprise. I look at the door, my frustration and anger building in my chest. I hear Donnie’s footsteps behind me, his presence taking over the room. I punch the metal doors, pulling my fist back in pain. My knuckles were red and my hand was throbbing, the metal not even dented. I feel myself tear up, my emotions building up and threatening to spill out. A large green hand encases my wrist, bringing it closer to Donnie’s face. I try to pull away from his grip; I’m still mad at him.

“Now that wasn’t very smart.” He chides, his tongue tsking against his teeth. I stomp my foot, trying to wrench my arm out of his grasp. He holds tight, tugging on my wrist to get me to follow him. “Come one, I have some bandages in here we can wrap it with.”

I stumble behind him, dragging my feet as we walk. I pout the entire way to the cabinet, his grip on my hand staying firm the whole time. He wasn’t letting me pull away. Donnie clears a spot on one of his nearby work tables, sticking me on it so he could better access my hand. He turns to grab the bandages and I stick my tongue out at him. A surge of pride settles in my chest at the small rebellion. My face quickly schools itself back to normal when he faces me once turns back, my legs swinging back and forth as if I had done nothing wrong. My tears were long forgotten, but my anger was not.

I flex my hands as he tries to wrap them, closing the hand into fists and opening them again at random to mess him up. I snicker quietly at his frustrated face, my own expression molded into a fake innocence. His hand shifts in how it’s holding my wrist, his thumb now pressed against my palm and making it difficult to close my hands. I slump backwards, my face pinched. Donnie looks down at me, rolling his eyes at my dramatics.

He finishes wrapping my hand and let's go, the mutant’s eyes scanning the bandages carefully. I pull at the wrapping, grumbling at the way it made my skin itch. My foot lightly collides with his knee, his attention turning back to my face. Our gaze meets and I hold his eyes for a moment. “Can I go home now?”

The softshell scowls. “Why would you want to leave? You have everything you could ever want here. I’m taking care of you.”

I shake my head and the turtle groans. He taps his foot on the ground, his hands on his hips. His lower lip juts out ever so slightly as he tries to figure out what to do. “What if… What if I showed you SHELLDON’s blueprint’s? Would that make you less upset?”

I pause for a moment. He would show me SHELLDON’s blueprints? My brain shifts, the exciting offer forcing itself into the forefront of my mind. We could argue about going home later, but he may never offer to show me these again. I slip off the table, grabbing his hand and leading the mutant towards his desk. Donnie smirks as he follows me, happy to have distracted me in the moment. He could deal with a game plan on how to keep me here later. Donnie would always figure it out.

[thelaundrybitch]

First Kiss HC's

Hello, my Turtle Doves,

Inspiration hit.

Thanks to @leosgirl82 and @turtle-babe83

So, here are my versions of the guy's first kiss with the reader.

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

Reblogs only, please!

First Kiss

Leo

You'll be having a heart-to-heart.

And it's the first time in the seven years you've known him that he's opening up about his feelings.

To you

His best friend whom he has no idea is in love with him

And you're absolutely thrilled that he is trusting you with his vulnerability.

So you're making it absolutely clear that you are listening to every syllable that comes out of his mouth.

He notices how incredibly focused you are as he speaks

How your gaze keeps faltering and falling to his lips

Your glossed-over eyes watching as his tongue wets his suddenly very dry lips.

He's loved you for years but didn't want to push it.

He wanted to be sure his feelings were for real and not just a crush.

And boy were you making him feel real right now.

He pauses in his emotional confession

"Leo?"

God, you're beautiful.

He makes the decision

And you see it in his eyes, the second he does.

His hands come up to cradle your face as he places a gentle kiss on your confused pout.

You let out a small gasp

"Is this ok?" He whispers against your lips.

You nod and he pulls you in for another, this one full of all the love and emotion he's had building for all those years.

His lips are incredibly soft but firm, massaging and sucking in your bottom lip just a tiny bit

He pulls away and kisses each corner of your mouth before going in for the kill again, this time letting his tongue trace the crease of your lips, silently asking for permission to deepen the kiss

The moment he feels your lips part, he lets out a quiet moan of relief as his tongue sweeps in to find out how sweet you taste.

Not wanting to overdo it, he pulls back, hesitantly.

Creating a delicious, slight bit of suction as he removes his mouth from yours.

"Ok?" He asks looking down at your flushed face.

You're completely out of breath and all he did was kiss you.

You barely nod as your eyes flutter and look at his luscious lips again as you yearn for more.

You feel the vibrations of his chuckle as he holds you closer and whispers "me too," before he goes in for more.

Raph

You've had your eye on the big brute for some time now

And you've done quite well getting close to him - if you do say so yourself

Always finding a seat next to him whether it was during movie night or in his room on his bed so you could show him something.

And he couldn't lie

You were the cutest being to ever live.

I mean, what's not to like?

Who was he kidding, he didn't just like you. 

He was having f E e L i N g S 😬

And as you stood there leaning over his shoulder, showing him your latest and greatest work

And gushing with pride

He couldn't help where his brain decided to take things

The sparkle in your eyes

The smell of your skin

The heat of your body

And your lips…

He was moving before he realized what he was doing.

You gasped as you felt him yank you from beside him, and into his lap

His mouth hovering dangerously above your own

That gasp sobered him quickly.

"Ummm…" 

You nod quickly, giving him the courage he required to finish what he started

And true to his nature 

His passion was beyond compare.

Firm, demanding, possessive

He was thirsty and you were the only one that could quench it.

His large plush lips, tenderly coaxing your smaller ones open

His smooth, graceful tongue, teasing yours into his own mouth and making you moan

That sweet sound made him a bit more aware of your current predicament

causing him to pull away in a panic

"Why?" Is the only thing your brain could get your mouth to say.

"I've liked you for a while, and…" he says sheepishly.

"No. Why'd you stop…"

He gets the biggest grin across those sexy lips of his and gives you more of that delicious affection.

Don

You're curled up on Don's office couch, reading some fanfic on your phone 

Waiting for him to finish up whatever he's working on at his desk.

He promised it wouldn't take long

Twenty minutes tops, he swore.

That was three hours ago.

You knew it was going to take more than twenty minutes. 

He's been your BFF for the last two years.

But alas, your patience was waning but only because you needed your daily fill of the flirty, incredibly sexy genius

Your lips turned upward in a devilish grin as your brain formulated a plan to help your overwhelmingly, in-love heart get the attention it longed for.

He sat there cursing the math gods that his calculations had been wrong

Again

He needed to finish this, but he also knew he needed to engage you somehow

It was him, after all, who had begged you to come and keep him company for the night

But only because he needed his daily fill of your sweet smiles and light, loving touches.

God, he was so in love with you

But also overly cautious -

Out of respect for you and the amazing friendship you shared.

Then it hit him

Literally

You tossed a pillow at his back.

"Hey!" He said, not turning around.

You tossed another

"Sunshine, I swear to God…"

"What? What are you gonna do…" you taunt him as you toss another one

He's secretly loving it, but turns and gives you a look of warning

Good. You have his attention.

"If I have to get up from here…"

You throw the last pillow at him before he can finish his sentence

He stands up and dives at you, tackling you where you're sitting on the couch

And then comes his onslaught of tickles

"What. In the WORLD. Has gotten. Into. YOU?!" He asks, through gritted teeth as he tickles the shit out of you.

"Serves you right... For... Ignoring. ME!" You finally get out through screeching laughter.

"Naughty," he says right before stopping to let you breathe.

He has you pinned to the couch, his body weight not allowing you to move. 

His arms are around you and your faces are about a foot apart.

He watches as your eyes flutter and your gaze travels to his lips as your skin flushes.

His heart yearns for a closer connection

It begs him to make you his.

"Don…" your voice is barely a breath, and your eyes are on his slightly parted lips

His heart wants him to kiss you

And this time, his brain agrees

He lowers his face to yours and nudges your nose with his snout.

You let out a sigh of frustrated anticipation as you chase his lips with your own

He places a small test kiss on your nose and you move your lips up to his

"Please…" you whisper

He lands a chaste kiss on your needy pout

Then another

And another

Until you let out a small whimper that pushes all his resolve out the window 

He presses his sensually passionate kiss to your lips, and it's equally eager and restrained.

His lips softly massage yours until you let out a small moan

His tongue no sooner touches the seam of your lips, than you've parted them, desperate for him to taste you.

He moans into your mouth as he becomes more and more intoxicated by the love and affection you're showing him.

You shift under him trying to get more comfortable

He feels you freeze, and at the same time, your breath catches.

You've gotten a full preview of what kissing you is doing for him.

He stops abruptly and pulls back to try and gauge your response.

You smirk up at him

He quirks a brow ridge at you

"There are no pillows left," you say," if you stop now, so help me…"

He cuts you off with more of those mind-blowing kisses

And say no more. Because he'll never deny you his time ever again.

Mike

Mikey, the lovable

Mikey the funny one

Mike… y… is in full tactical gear?!

Oh, be still your beating… everything.

You were sitting on Don's lab table 

And your hilarious bestie comes strolling in

Like a fucking boss

Decked out from head to toe in black neoprene and dangerous weapons

Is that a Legstrap?

Oh, mother of Earth, someone needs to restrain you now.

You've had it bad for your fun-loving friend for ages 

And you SO wanted more

But it was hard to tell with him

He flirted with everyone

So you just played it cool and remained his buddy

The second he busted through the lab doors, all serious, he knew.

He was fucking right.

You, his best friend that he'd been pining for -for years- liked him.

And now he was going to use this knowledge to his advantage.

You couldn't help but let a sexy little smirk pull at the corner of your mouth as you hopped down and strolled up to him.

Good LORD did he look like a fucking snack

He quirked a quick brow ridge at you as he smiled down at you.

Your eyes sparkling as you looked up at him

Your hand had found its way to his belt buckle and wrapped itself around the metal clasp.

"WHAT. is. This…" you purred.

Ohhh. Mikey, likey.

"Cool shit, huh Babygirl?" He beamed back.

You nodded, as your eyes took in his handsome features, a huge smile still adorning your face.

His heart nearly beating out of his chest as he watched you appreciating his appearance.

He worried momentarily as your face suddenly took on a more serious expression.

"You alright?" He asked

"This is really dangerous, isn't it?" You asked, suddenly fearful at the thought of him getting hurt

Or worse

He nodded, his hand coming up to cup your face.

"Don't worry. I'm always careful," he promises. 

"But…" you start, an extreme pout pulling the corners of your mouth to the floor.

Not on his watch.

He lifts your chin up and meets your lips with his.

"I have a reason to always make it back safe," he says softly, pulling you close.

He bumps his snout against your nose, "I hope that's alright," he whispers.

You nod, a stray tear escaping before he captures your lips for a full kiss this time.

His hand finds its way into the back of your hair as his tongue coaxes your lips apart.

You moan and reach your arms around his neck.

He tastes like the sweet melon he had been cutting up before he left earlier.

His tongue is like silk as he runs it gently across your teeth and explores anything you have to offer.

Which is everything, in case there was a question.

He slows the kiss, ending it with a series of small chaste kisses.

Leaving you wanting more, and causing an involuntary huffy whine to escape your throat.

He rumbles out a low chuckle

"I'll give you more if you help me get out of this thing," he teases, kissing your forehead.

"Not in here you won't," says Don from behind the two of you, causing a fit of giggles from the pair of you.

So you pull your sexy ass man out of the lab and to his bedroom to give him more reasons to come home safely.

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It says that requests are opened?! Hope this is ok;Bayverse boys getting caught under the mistletoe with their crush?! Is it too early for Christmasy asks?

It is never too early for Christmas asks

Bay!Turtles x Gn!reader

Tmnt Stocking Stuffers

Mistletoe or Mistle-foe

Leo:

Leo's crushing on you baaaaad. But he has no idea how you feel and doesn't want to make you uncomfortable

This is when his brothers step in: much to his dismay

They've noticed how you both act differently around each other: the long glances, always laughing together, the way you sit next to him during movie night

The tipping point was seeing Leo smiling at his phone while texting you

It was a week before Christmas and Mikey invited you over to help decorate the lair. You took the bait and eagerly showed up in a classic ugly Christmas sweater.

He gave you a box of decorations and told you to start in the dojo. As you opened the door you found Leo there, getting ready to start his morning training.

"Oh, hey Y/n," (why was his smile and wave so cute?!)

"Hi, I'm sorry am I interrupting? I can come back later-" You try to turn and leave feeling your face heating up.

"No, it's alright, just stay away from the training mat, alright?" He winked. Why did he have to wink?

Doing as he said, you were careful to avoid the training mat so he wouldn't accidentally hit you. Hanging up garland and lights all along the walls and ceiling.

Leo stretched and moved so gracefully you stopped for a moment to just admire him. He truly was magnificent.

After finishing his stretches, he went over to the back wall to retrieve his katanas from the top rack, conveniently right next to where you were.

You were looping Christmas lights around the weapons stand.

"I like the lights," He smiled lifting his katanas up, his voice went quiet and he froze.

You turned to him and saw that a piece of mistletoe was tied to the end of his katana.

You flushed bright red. You both stood there for a moment, unable to think or move.

Leo cleared his throat, gently leaned down and pressed a chaist kiss on your cheek. He tried to turn away but you caught his arm, turning him back to you.

"You missed," His stomach dropped.

"What?" Stop being a dumbass Leo! He mentally smacked himself.

"You're supposed to kiss on the lips under mistletoe," Your eyes darted from his wide blue eyes to his lip, and to add salt to the wound you licked your lips.

Leo was sure his knees were going to give out. He lowered the katana, being careful not to hurt you and took a step closer to you.

Your neck craned up and you could feel his uncertaint breaths on your face. You pouted your lips and closed your eyes, and after a moment you felt his lips gingerly meet yours.

You heard his katanas hit the floor as his hands came up to your hips, traveling up your sides and pulling you flush against his plastron.

You pulled away, panting heavily in each other's faces.

"Was that what you meant? Is that how you're supposed to kiss under the mistletoe?" He sighed, hand coming up and brushing your hair out of your face.

"Almost," You smiled, cupping his face. "Let me show you how it's done,"

Raph:

Raph was pissing you off, something he did daily. Today he just wouldn't stop the teasing, he'd pinch your sides making you squeal and jump and hit his arm. He kept using you as a arm rest and calling you short and small, and then he had the nerve to say you should apply to be one of Santa's elves!

You grumbled to yourself as you sat next to Mikey playing Mario Kart. "He's just being a jerk," You say through clenched teeth.

"Yeah, that's Raph," Mikey furiously clicked his controller, neither of you looking at each other. "But there might be a way to get back at him,"

"What do you mean?" The race ended and you both looked to each other. Mikey picked up his soda, taking a sip and nodding his head to Raphs weight room.

You followed his stare, gasping when you saw a small cluster of mistletoe hanging from his bench press bar.

"That'd get him to shut up," Mikey bumped your arm, you didn't look away.

You smiled to yourself, getting up and getting a cold water from the fridge before approaching Raph in the weights room.

"Hey, Raph," You smiled.

"What's up, short stack?" He set down his barbells, putting all his focus on you.

You rolled your eyes, "I'm not that short,"

"Yeah, and I could make it in a playboy magazine," He scoffed, wiping his face and shoulders with a towel.

"Anyway, I brought you a water," You hand him the bottle, he takes it with a mumbled thank you and drunks half of it in three gulps.

He gets up and goes over to his bench press, somehow not noticing the small plant hanging in the middle of the bar.

"Do you need something else?" He mumbles, eyes focused on you as he starts to lay back.

"Can I spot you?" You realized if you stood there and kept him talking he wouldn't even see the mistletoe.

He barked a laugh, laying down fully, still looking at you. "It'll crush you and me, Shrimpy,"

Oh that was it. He puts his hands on the bar, still not fazed by the plant. How had he not noticed it?

You walked around the bench he was laying on, standing above his head, looking down at him. His eyes lifted to yours finally seeing the little plant wrapped around the bar.

"What the-"

Before he could respond you bent down, careful of the bar and kissed him. Pressing your lips, honeslty a little messily against his. You pulled off with a pop, a small line of spit following you.

His eyes were huge, hands gripping the bar so tight his knuckles were pale.

"Bye!" You smiled, walking away quickly.

"Wait!"

You heard several loud bangs and clangs, it was a challenge for Raph to use the bench press on a normal day, but with how fast he flew to try and catch you, he knocked over the whole thing.

"Y/n, come back!"

You started to run down the tunnels, laughing as you hear him screaming after you.

Donnie:

Donnie was a smartass, a stubborn smart-ass at that.

He just had to be right and would fight tooth and nail until proven right.

"Not all Christmas decorations are bad, Donnie," You shake your head, digging through an old box of Christmas decorations. He had asked you to help him clean up his lab and you'd found the box.

"I'm pretty sure they are" He was across the room, going through a different box, his shell to you.

"Even those fun blow up inflatables?"

"Especially those things! I used to have nightmares about those things," He didn't turn to look at you as you spoke.

"Christmas trees?"

"They just make a mess and most of the ornaments are glass and break at the slightest touch,"

"What about the lights?"

"The lights that drain people's electricity bills?"

Damn, he had a point, but you were going to let him win this time. There had to be one Christmas decoration he liked.

Digging through the box you found the perfect thing.

You walked up to him, tapping his arm, holding your hands behind your back.

He turned to you, raising a brow at your mischievous smile. "What?"

"What about this decoration?" You held up your arm, dangling from your fingers was a small strand of mistletoe.

"Uh....well.....um," His heart was pounding against his chest, his palms sweating immensely.

"What? Oh, come on, you had something bad to say about everything else, what's bad about this?" You shook the plant in his face, enjoying how he swallowed hard.

"Well, it's not fun when you get stuck under it with someone you don't like or don't want to kiss,"

"Then what's this?" Your eyes shift from his eyes to his now dry lips. "Is this not fun?" You whisper, leaning closer, he knew what you meant, feeling his knees start to shake.

"No, I don't mind it, if you're the one standing under it,"

"Good," You flung the plant over your shoulder, throwing your arms up around his neck, pressing your lips to his.

He sqeaked in surprise, but instantly relaxed in your arms, wrapping his own around your torso. One hand pressed against your lower back pressing you flush against him, the other traveled up your spine and tangled in your hair.

"So," You pulled away, Donnie not allowing you even an inch to separate. "Not all Christmas decorations are bad?"

"Shup up," He mumbled, pulling you back in for a kiss.

Mikey:

Mikey knocked on your living room window, pulling it open and calling out. "Y/n? I'm here!"

"Kitchen!" You yelled back. He took off his gear, pulling it nicely by the door and walking through your apartment.

You were mouthing the words to a Christmas song, eating red and green M&M's wearing an adorable red checkered apron.

"Well, don't you look cute," Mikey smiled, coming around to your side, wrapping you in a big hug.

"Hey, Mikey, thanks for coming and helping me bake for my office party tomorrow,"

"Of course!" He rubbed his hands together. "Let's get started!"

You already had a batch of cookies in the oven, so he only had to make some more dough and you'd be set on cookies. You started on a simple pie crust.

You chatted (and flirted) while baking, feeding each other candy and frosting.

The cookies you put in when he got there were done, you pulled them out and set them to cool. After a few minutes you started to frost them.

"Okay, how's that?" You ask, he sets his dough down and turns to see your cookies.

It's a simple sugar cookie but it's shaped and colored like mistletoe.

"It's.....mistletoe," Mikey swallowed hard.

"Isn't it cute!" You clap your hands together.

"Well, you know what that means," Mikeh teased, nudging your arm. You nudged back, going in to frost another in green icing.

"We should eat some?"

"No," He leaned against your kitchen counter, crossing his arms in amusement.

"They need candy on top?"

"Babycakes, what do people normally do under mistletoe?"

Oh.

Oh.

You turn around slowly, he wiggles his eyebrows at you. You clear your throat, fighting off the blush covering your face and neck.

"Well, of its tradition, we probably shouldn't break it," You wipe your palms on your apron.

"Probably best if we didn't," Mikey joked with you, taking a step forward, cupping your face with one of his large hands, running his thumb along your cheekbone.

One hand slid around your waist, he slowly leaned in, pressing his soft lips to yours.

Your hand came up and held his wrist, rubbing at his pulse point and feeling how fast it was.

He tried to pull back, but you leaned forward, wrapping your hands around his neck, making him move his hands to your back.

"No, no, I'm not done yet," You smile against his lips.

It wasn't a problem though, he had no intention of going anywhere.

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @saspas-corner @strawberrycakeblog @mysticboombox @post-apocalyptic-daydream @dilucsflame33 @sketch-and-write-lover

[lildrabbles]

Chapter 6: The Lair

2007! Raphael x Female! Reader

Summary: After returning to the lair in the sewers his family learns where Raph has been this whole time.

Warnings: The usual, swearing

A/N: Sorry this took so long! The chapters to come are probably gonna take some time as well, since school is starting. I also got my first request, so keep an eye out for that in the near future!

Raph didn't know why he was surprised when he got back home. He thought he would just be able to sneak in like nothing happened, but of course that didn't happen. As soon as Raph stepped in, he got bombarded by a hug, getting knocked over in the process as the bag fell onto the ground. 

"Dude?! Where were you?! We were worried sick!!” Mikey clinged onto him.

Raph winched in pain. "Mikey, get the hell offa me! That hurts!" He shoved Mikey off of him and picked the bag back up, straightening himself.

"What happened to your chest?" Donnie questioned, leaning over to look at it.

Raph scoffed, brushing him off. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure? It looks like it's bleeding through a bit so it must've been pretty bad -"

"I said I'm fine! Jesus.." Raph rolled his eyes.

"Ooo what's in the bag!" Mikey launched forward to grab at it but Raph lifted it up above his head.

"None of your business, twerp!" Raph growled.

Somehow Donnie had appeared behind him, and had snatched the bag. He reached his hand in and pulled out the piece of paper. "Dude, is this a phone number?" He raised a brow.

Raph snatched the paper back. "No!"

"Whos number is it?!" Mikey snatched the paper out of his hand and read it aloud. "Bro it has a smiley face on it!!" He cackled. "Raphie has a girlfriend, Raphie has a -"

Raphael lunged at him, causing them both to fall to the ground. He managed to put him in a headlock while Mikey begged for mercy before Splinter came through to witness the scene.

"What is the meaning of this?" He demanded.

Raph immediately let go and got up. "S-sensei, I-"

"Raphael! Where were you? You made us worried sick!" He was beside him in a flash before smacking him across the head.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?!" Raph protested, but only received a harsher smack.

"What have I said about swearing? Anyway, that's not what's important at the moment. Where were you?"

"I-I... well.." Raph didn't want to tell the truth.

Splinter raised his hand to threaten to hit him again. 

"Ok ok! I, uh... may have gotten hurt and this girl took me in and helped me.." He muttered.

"I told ya he had a girlfriend!" Mikey cheered, before Donnie smacked him across the head.

"You mean she saw you? She knows what you are?" Splinter asked with a frown.

"W-well yeah but-" Raph stuttered.

Splinter sighed, looking away while he stroked his beard, deep in thought. After some consideration, he looked back at his son. "Bring her here." 

Raph's eyes widened. "Wait, what?"

"You heard me. Bring her down here, through the sewers. Make sure she doesn't have any trackers on her phone and make sure you aren't followed."

Donnie tried to interject. "But Sensei, isn't that dangerous? I mean, what if she tells someone where she's going-"

Splinter raised his hand to silence him. "If she does, we will deal with it. I want to know if we can trust her."

"I don't want her to meet THOSE twits!" Raphael protested, pointing at his brothers. "Hey!" Mikey pouted.

"Enough!" Splinter groaned, rubbing his temple. "You boys are giving me a headache!"

Raph sighed. "Do I really have to, Sensei?"

"YES, Raphael, end of discussion." Splinter then turned around and left the room.

Mikey then appears out of nowhere and elbowed Raph in the side playfully. "Sooooo, who's the girl~"

He shoved Mikey off of him and grumbled. "I ain't tellin ya."

"Um, Raph, isn't it best to tell him now rather than Mikey demanding her name when she's actually here?" Donnie suggested,

Raph scoffed. "Fine. Her name is Y/N."

"That's a pretty name," Mikey then sang, "Raphie and Y/N sittin in a tree - "

He didn't get to finish before Raph launched at him once again.

Donnie managed to grab him before any punches were thrown. "Ok ok guys, Sensei was already upset enough, we don't need him to be mad. And Mikey, you know not to irritate him, especially when its about his girlfriend!"

He then received a smack across the head from Raph.

He picked up the bag and brought it to the kitchen counter while Donnie glared at him for hitting him, but he quickly got over it once he saw his brother unpacking the mysterious bag. Mikey and Don sat on the other side of the table watching him take out all the goods.

"Did Y/N give you all these?" Mikey asked slyly.

Raph shot him a dirty look. "Yes, shitface, she did." "Bro, no need to get, like, emotional about it." Mikey said overdramatically.

Raph was about to pummel him before winching from the pain in his chest. It was still not fully healed.

"Raph, what happened?" Donnie asked with a worried frown.

"Tch, I'm... fine," He said, he was starting to get dizzy. His knees started to wobble before Donnie quickly stood up and grabbed him. 

"Come on, I think you need some more rest." He led him towards the couch. Mikey stole an Oreo before joining them in the living room area.

"Sooo, is this Y/N hot?" Mikey snickered as he leaned against the couch.

"Shut up, Mikey," Raph growled as he laid down.

"It's better to ask in a more polite way, like ask if she's pretty," Donnie said.

"Oh, right! Raph, is Y/N pretty-" Mikey was cut off when Raph had thrown a pillow at his head.

"Fck off and lemme get some sleep, will ya?!"

"Ok ok! Jeez, someone's awfully cranky." Mikey and Don started to head to their rooms for the night, while Raph sighed and got in a more comfortable position.

His honest opinion? 

Yeah, she is both of those things.

But he would never say that aloud.

[rheagodlywrites]

Loving Whispers

Rottmnt Donnie x reader

After getting back to the lair and helping fix up Leo, Donnie has a moment where he’s overwhelmed and overstimulated. Y/n does her best to help Donnie out

Main credit to @happyfoxx-art

Part one // After the Mater

“Donnie?” Y/n found the poor turtle shaking in the corner with his eyes closed. Donnie raised his head at her voice but didn’t move.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Y/n whispers. Donnie frown deeply and starts to sign.

‘Too much to sign.’

Y/n sighs and sits near Donnie while keeping some space between them. It was quiet for a while. Neither of them making a sound aside from the breathing they did.

“Don? I know you don’t want me to touch you right now..but you’re still bleeding. Do you mind if I take your battle shell off?” She whispers. Donnie looked at her and swallowed hard.

‘Yes but slowly.’

Y/n slowly approached Donnie. She told him every movement she did was not to cause him distress.

“I’ve pressed the button. I’m gonna take this off as slowly as I can.” Donnie only nodded and she pulled off the shell slowly. Donnie had parts of his shell torn into along with blood everywhere. His shell had originally scabbed over but the scabs were attached to the shell so it was now bleeding again.

“It definitely could be worse, let’s get you cleaned up, ok?” Y/n offered Donnie a hand to help him get up. Donnie took her hand and she wrapped him in a towel. She wanted him to at least feel some security in his home.

“Y/n? Donnie? What happened?” Raph had left the kitchen with his arm and eye all wrapped up.

“Donnie just need to be cleaned up. Do you mind going in the med station to check on Leo?” Raph nods and leaves. Y/n and Donnie get to the bathroom. Y/n runs warm water and Donnie gets in. Y/n slowly washes off all the dried blood and the blood seeping out. Donnie leans into her touch finding comfort in a gesture so small.

“I love you..” Donnie whispered. Y/n smiled as she knew this. Even if Donnie didn’t say it often, he proved through his actions and that was enough.

“I love you too, Don.” Donnie stepped out of the tub and Y/n dried him off. Donnie felt himself calm down and smiled.

“Now hold still. I’m going to try to heal you up.”

Y/n touched his shell and dragged her hand across it. The large spots were now turning white and then his shell green. It was quick on the surface but it would take weeks for it to heal. Least she can do is use her magic to close it up.

“There. It’ll take a while for my magic to heal it all but should be around a week. I’d have to fully exhaust myself to heal all of you fully.” Donnie was glad to have her around. Her abilities never ceased to amaze him. He pulled her in for a hug making quiet churrs as he held you in his arms. To him,Y/n was like a delicate flower but this time he was the flower.

“Where’s this sudden affection coming from?” Y/n whispered. Donnie shrugs and puts his face in her neck.

“I’m so glad you weren’t there. If you’d gotten hurt..I don’t know what I would do.” Donnie felt his body crumble underneath her touch. It was like she knew exactly what to do to calm him down.

“Are you ready to rejoin the others? I’ve gotta heal them too.” Y/n’s voice was soft as it was quiet. Donnie nods and allowed her to hold his hand as she guided him back to Leo. Everyone was in the med station. April and Splinter stood outside. Y/n looked to April.

“Do you mind getting a spot for me to sleep ready?” She asked. April knew what that meant so she quickly walked off. Y/n entered the room. Raph was with Leo and Mikey sat in a chair. She guided Donnie to a chair and stretched her hands.

“Casey? Just don’t freak out when I drop, ok?” Casey seemed confused about the request but agreed nonetheless. She makes a ball of white light and forces it to grow bigger, filling the room. The injuries on the boys started to heal and became nothing more than a scar that would slowly fade. However, the more intense injuries would take longer to heal, especially with her powers stretched out so thin between them.

Y/n felt herself become exhausted. She stopped her powers and wobbled on her feet. Casey caught her before she fell over and checked her pulse.

“She’ll be ok. She’s just sleeping.” April came inside and told Casey to put her sleeping figure on the couch. Donnie felt much better after Y/n healed him but he felt bad that she fell asleep after helping them out. Donnie made sure his brothers were alright before leaving to check on Y/n.

He always thought that Y/n looked like an artist’s dream with how wonderful she was. Even asleep, her beauty was out of this world. Donnie sat next to her and patted her head.

“Thank you..so much.” He always felt some level of guilt whenever he called for her to use her powers (even though you told him not to worry.) Y/n unconsciously held Donnie’s hand as she slept. Donnie quietly laughed at this gesture.

“Sleep well, Y/n.”

As a side note: for those of you that have been sending this fic to @happyfoxx-art. I’d like to formally apologize about the unintended copycat work. This was mainly a collaboration between a friend of mine and me. Had no idea that their comic was a thing. Again I’d like to apologize for this.

[shelltasticday]

Ok I just read your easily fluster reader x rise!Leo, and wanted to take it the other way-

What if he's super smooth when the person Leo's flirting with has an embarrassed reaction, but he's trying to flirt with Y/N, who has very little dignity and is very competitive, to the point of outflirting Leo, and making him extremely embarrassed and flustered 😈. And Leo can't find something for them to be embarrassed about! Personal space? Grew up with a bunch of siblings, no such thing. Physical contact? They love it, can't get enough. Seemingly awkward situation? Diffuse it by not acting awkward about it.

Have it be frustrating to him, not be able to get a reaction out of them. Then, one day, he could figure it out- baby pictures. They're embarrassed about their baby pictures and being caught doing something goofy.

Was that too abrupt? Idk, hopefully not, but it there's any part you don't understand, you can totally improvise. Hope you enjoy! ~🌺👸

You! I like how you think, let's do this!

I'm not sure if this aligns with what you wanted or expected but, it's just where creativity took me.

Loved to think that Leo's flirting works better when he barely tries and reader is a bit more open to it, anyways, I present to you:

Leo and his journey to fluster a competitive, unaffected reader

● It all began when Leo decided to start flirting with you…

● "Hey, (y/n)! How's the most beautiful person in the world doing today?" he chimed with a wink, doing some finger guns as his brothers either cheered him on or were awaiting his failure, he couldn't tell, he only heard some giggles

● The pick up line took you off guard for a moment, however, after blinking twice, a grin that mimicked Leo's spread across your lips. "I don't know, how are YOU doing today?"

● Leo opened his eyes wide, his posture shifted, completely taken aback as he didn't expect this outcome at all. He mumbled, tripped over his words "Uh- I uh- That wasn't- I mean- Huh?" and a flush of red got to his cheeks

● "I'll take it you're doing alright!" you giggled and moved past him to catch up with the others before they could snatch the first slice of pizza. And Leo? Well, he finished processing what just happened as he turned around to watch you walk away, oh no, nononono no way he was the one left flustered… Where did that even come from? No no, he had to come up with something to get back at you, he had to, and so came forth the rest of his attempts

● Next time, he tried talking with you as he leaned on a wall, pulling off the classic pose so he could be closer if he wished so. And he did wish so, and he'd slowly lean more trying to close on your personal space but the proximity didn't seem to bother you either. You, in turn, could read him like a book and so you just kept looking at him in the eye, smiling and chatting as usual

● "Hey Leo! Where did ya put the Cheetos?!" Mikey's voice called out, and the second Leo looked away to answer, you took advantage to take him by the shoulders, spin you both around and have him against the wall. With you now being the one "trapping" him

● His brain catches up with the last few seconds after a bit. "Wha- when?" he asks, finding himself once again caught off guard. "It's your turn having somewhere to lean on, Leo, we don't want your back getting all tired, right?" you said innocently with a wink and a smile

● It doesn't even matter if you're shorter than him, he gets flustered from both how you turned tables on him and how close you get. He feels somewhat small when you're the one taking iniciative on this and he doesn't know if he hates it or loves it, it's so conflicting!

● But he blushes more when Mikey comes around thinking he wasn't heard the first time "Leo, where did you- Oh- Oops, sorry! I'll ask Raph if he's seen them" the younger turtle speed walked away as Leo tried to say "It's not like that! Mikey! Don't leave me here!" to no avail

● Leo is sitting on his bed, recounting events from the last weeks… He had tried hugging you from behind all romantic according to him, and you only giggled before hugging him back and initiating a group hug with everyone. Right… you liked physical affection. Okay, then he had invited you to train with him and teach you to use his swords, thinking he could be all suave and be behind you, with his hands over yours as he taught you to properly hold one blade but… you kinda wanted to do it on your own since "I've watched you do it hundreds of times, I'm sure I learnt something already!" or so you said

● Chocolates? Flowers? Received with a sweet thank you and a hug. Cooking for you? Well… you did like microwaved mac and cheese, but alright not his best attempt on wooing. No pick up line he threw at you worked, it was like you were ready with a bat to send them right back at him, nothing, nothing was working! Were you that oblivious? Were you making fun of him? Did you simply not like him that way and this is how you told him to take the L? Goddamnit… What did he have to do? Serenade you? No no, perhaps you'd mistake it as a karaoke session or even serenade him back

● The worst part for him is that YOU were the one landing all the blows, you had fed him a chocolate telling him to go "Ahhh" and GOD, did that make him weak! You were incredibly good with his sword for a beginner, and even with messy clothes and hair after training, to him you looked stunning. You kissed him on the cheek as a thank you for the food… It kinda seemed like all he did while trying to make you fall for him, was setting himself up to fall even harder for you. Even thinking about it again made him blush and sigh loudly as he fell back on the bed, unsure on what to feel

● That's when he heard music in the distance … Wait, music? Wasn't he alone in the lair?

● "SHELLDON?" he sat up again and called for the robot but nobody answered… weird. Leo went around looking for his brothers and father but found the lair empty, however, the music seemed to be coming from the arcade room and so he walked towards it, thinking Donatello had left some machine on or something but- oh-

● There you were, on the DDR, jumping happily on the pad to a loud pop song. He'd never seen you try that game out, he even kind of thought you didn't like it… well, until now

● The music came to an end alongside the score screen, you were a bit bummed that you didn't even make it to top ten but oh well… then you heard clapping. Clapping… you turned your face over your shoulder quickly, startled like a deer in headlights, oh no…

● Leo stopped clapping, with a genuine smile on his face. "That was great, (y/n)! Didn't know you got the moves!" his steps took him closer to the machine. "You know, I thought you didn't like to- (y/n)?". Was he seeing wrong? Was it the neon pink light from the game? Were you… were you blushing??

● "How long were you there?" you asked, sinking to your knees to hug them and hide your burning face, you thought you looked goofy when dancing, that's why you had come in to try the game out only when you thought everyone was out… Mikey didn't mention Leo had stayed, you thought they had all went out…

● "Uh, not long. You okay, though?" Leo kneeled beside you. "Something wrong?" He put a hand on your shoulder to soothe you, did he do something bad?

● "Yes, just, this is so embarassing" he heard your muffled voice say. "What is? Dancing?". You nodded. "You got flustered because I caught you dancing?" his voice got a bit loud and you shushed him, as if anybody else could've heard the conversation. "Yes!"

● Leo, once again, had to blink twice to get stuff to sink it. He laughed but not at you, more like at himself, all his attempts at getting you flustered, all the different plans, and the one thing that made it possible is something he didn't even see coming

● "Sorry". A chuckle. "Sorry, I'm not making fun of you" he said, patting you on the back. "I think you dance very well, you wanna play together?" Leo suggested, standing up

● You looked up to see how he was extending his hand to you, which you accepted and let yourself be pulled up

● You didn't know if it was the light, the silence, the angle or something else, but in that moment, with a calm smile and gentle gaze, with a firm hold on your hand… Leo looked a certain way, a way that made you perhaps stare a bit… a way that maaaaybe made your blush grow and reach your ears

● You decided to just return his smile, turn to the screen and hurry to choose another song. The blush was still present but you associated it with allowing him to watch you dance, yeah, surely it's that and definitely not because of the way he gave you a wink before stretching dramatically to get ready

● "Are you prepared to lose, (y/n)? I'll have you know that I'm great at videogames". You laughed and had a more confident smile this time "I'm gonna kick your butt, Leon! Loser pays the pizza!"

● "Deal!"

[geoblitzz]

SO I literally cannot stop thinking about a possible Causa Scientia (rottmnt AU fic by @urlocalllama) scene between Mikey and Raph after chapter 20 while Leo is tied up for the week in the med bay- where ———-

Mikey comes to Raph’s room at roughly 4am, Raph’s hoodie draped over him. He stands in the doorway of the subway car, and Raph looks up at him from his beanbag. “Mikey? Couldn’t sleep either huh?” Mikey suddenly breaks into tears, crying. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry Raph-” Mikey sobs, walking timidly to stand next to Raph’s seat. He reaches out and pulls Mikey into his lap and wraps his arms around Mikey gently. “Hey, hey buddy- it’s ok- sorry for what?” Mikey looks up at him with a pained expression, eyes full of tears. “You- you were being hurt- tortured- and I… I couldn’t do anything-” His voice hitched on the last word, full of frustration and sadness. “I was right there, and it hurt so much to see her hurt you… and I was useless. So useless that for a moment, I… I was…”

Mikey’s mouth quivers and he quickly buries his head into Raph’s plastron. A beat of silence as Raph just holds him. But then Raph hears a small shaky whisper, “I was going to let it happen. I was going to let her hurt me to save you. I- I couldn’t think of anything else. If Leo and Dee hadn’t- I… I- I was so scared, Raph- ” Mikey’s words dissolved into quiet crying once more, as he shrank into a ball leaned against him in Raph’s lap. Raph’s heart swelled with guilt, sorrow, and rage all at the same time. Guilt he ever let that bitch near Mikey at all, sorrow at his brother’s own pain and misguided guilt, and rage at that terrible woman, as he silently vowed to tear her head from her shoulders if he ever got that chance.

He gently enveloped Mikey in his arms, letting a hand rest on Mikey’s head as he pulled him closer into his embrace. Raph felt tears absorbing into his mask and trickle down his own face as his brother’s small sobs and shivering form pressed into his own. “Don’t… don’t say that. I… Im not mad at you, Mikey- not even a little.” Raph managed, before shifting to hold Mikey to face him. “I would take those burns a million times over if it meant you were safe. I already failed to keep you safe once, and I’ll never let it happen again.” Mikey turned and wouldn’t meet Raph’s eyes.

“But what about you? I want to protect you, too-“ Raph pulled Mikey close to him again and could feel his own body trembling as well. “Not like that. Never like that. Promise me.” Mikey pressed his forehead into Raph’s chest and took a slow shaky breath. “Ok. I promise.” They both stayed there for a long time, just holding one another and crying.——-

I WANT TO DRAW IT BUT IM SO BUSY BUT ALSO I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT??? FUCK

(Also I am happy to say that after some messaging, this has been blessed as canon by @urlocalllama so 💅🥰)

[undertake101]

Lines/Script of Ember Kitsuri.

“I…I…”

“But…I’m the one that started all of this. I let the key get stolen. I left Raph because of my stupid plan. I got him turned into that…monster.” He’s hyperventilating now, fat hot tears rolling down his cheeks faster than Karai can wipe them away. “I let Mikey and Donnie become collateral damage in the tunnels. I almost got my brothers killed. I did get them killed in who knows how many timelines according to Case! They-they died for me! So-” He hiccups, his breaths stalling, embarrassingly, like a little kid…but Karai just looks at him with kindness. “So why shouldn’t I..die for them? I-I thought…that’s what a leader does right?”

you guys maybe find that Casey kid and bring him back too? He deserves to know he didn’t.

Casey needed to know he didn’t kill his sensei.

Even from where they’re standing on the sidewalk, they can hear the faint sounds of sobbing, deep and gut wrenching. It’s muffled by the sounds of emergency vehicles and the general noise of New York, but they can hear it all the same. It’s heartbreaking. Splinter and April take a moment to look at each other, understanding passing through their eyes, and then carefully make their way into the alleyway.

Casey has wedged himself half behind a dumpster, collapsed in on himself. He’s holding Leo’s katana in a vice grip, like he’s afraid if he lets go it will float away into the sky. His hands dig into the blades so hard, red runs along the polished metal, the sharp edge digging into the calloused flesh of his palms. With every shaking breath he chokes in, it comes out as an absolutely devastated sob, cracking and painful.

Consumed by grief as he is, he was still raised in an apocalypse, and as April’s shoe kicks a piece of glass, Casey’s bloodshot eyes are on her in a second, fear flashing behind his pupils. It takes him a split-second to identify the two of them, but the minute he does, he’s scrambling to his feet. “C-Commander O’Neil! Master Splinter! You..I-I’m…” His young face goes through so many emotions in seconds, looking first overjoyed, then fearful, then sorrowful, and finally ashamed. He swallows thickly.

“I-I’m sorry! I’m so sorry…” His face contorts itself in pain. “I…I couldn’t. I didn’t-”

“Oh kiddo…” April slowly, so he can turn away if he wants to, opens her arms and leans forward to envelop Casey in a hug. She can feel Splinter do the same to the kid’s legs.

“He’s gone again,” Casey hiccups, latching onto the two of them. “And…and it’s all my f-fault! I-I couldn’t save him!”

April leans back, gently smiling at Casey. She wishes she had a tissue to offer the kid with what a mess his face was. At least she had good news for him instead. “Casey…he’s ok.”

Casey furiously shakes his head, his mouth pressed into a firm frown as tears pour down his face. “N-no! I saw the portal close. I heard-”

“They got him back.” Splinter’s voice is soft, but firm. “I do not know how, yet. But he is with his brothers, here, on Earth.” He reaches up to pat Casey’s shoulder. “There is nothing to apologize for…”

Casey blinks, his brows furrowing in denial. “No I-”

April squeezes his shoulder. “Casey…he’s alive. We heard him. Raph told us. He’s not gone…”

Casey looks to her, shock evident on his face as his eyes search hers for any hint of a lie. Then, he looks to Splinter, who merely nods, confirming April’s words. And then, Casey falls apart. With shaking, stuttering wails, he begins to sob all over again. All April can do is hold the kid close until he lets it all out.

They might…be a while.

He leans in, squashing his face against Raph’s plastron as he sobs, and it’s all Raph can do to hold him close as he shakes. Raph quickly loses track of how long they’re sitting there, just listening to Mikey cry, finally coming down off of the adrenaline rush himself and letting himself be vulnerable in a way he couldn’t on a battlefield.

Once Mikey’s sobs quiet down into quiet sniffles and hiccups, Raph leans back. “Feel better…?”

Leo’s pupils shrink to pinpricks and the smile slides off of his face. “No…” His voice shakes. “No restraints…please…please no more.” His breaths start coming out uneven, and the heart monitor next to Donnie beeps frantically. “N-no…don’t-”

“Don’t…don’t hurt th-” Leo coughs in an attempt to clear his mouth of the blood building up from his shredded lungs and windpipe. Donnie doesn’t even register the hot spatter against his face, only Leo’s huge, unseeing eyes. “Don’t hurt them…not again…I can’t-I’m sorry…”

“I’m sorry…” Leo hiccups, more blood falling from his mouth to the bed, mixing with the tears to create a horribly sad combination of bodily fluids. “I’m sorry I let-” He coughs. “I let you die…I-”

Donnie’s brow furrows, confused. “Let who die?”

Leo’s voice comes out in a sob, his nails digging into his brother’s palm in anguish. “Y-you! Mikey…Raphie…they’re dead. You’re all dead and it’s all my fau-ul-t. I-...I’m sorry…Don, I’m sorry…I’m…sorry.”

“I…I dun wanna die alone. I dun wanna…S’my…fault…”

He doesn’t get an answer from his brother, but Leo does whimper pitifully, bottom lip quivering. Donnie is suddenly reminded of all the times Leo would crawl into his bed when they were kids.

A voice breaks the moment, echoing through the kitchen. “Where….where is Master Leonardo..?” Casey asks, shifting awkwardly, unsure. His posture is tense, not looking at any of them. His hands grab at his cape, balling up the fabric in hands that hold too tight, like he wants to join the hug but is unsure he’s welcome to. Mikey can see from Casey’s wide eyes that the kid doesn’t fully believe that Leo is alive. The deep circles under his eyes, and the way the whites surrounding his irises are an irritated pink are sure signs that he’d been crying recently. Mikey is suddenly struck with the fact that he and Casey are the same age…and despite all his fortitude and stubbornness, Casey looks so young . Too young.

Casey’s eyes dart to the door of the kitchen. Mikey’s sure all of them can read what Casey’s about to do before he even does it. Raph, for all his mass, is quicker, stepping back from the hug and catching Casey before he can run out into the lair. Casey starts fighting against Raph’s hold like a trapped animal. “N-no! I need to see him! I…I need to tell him I’m sorry! F-for everything I-”

“I-I-I need to know he’s ok! I..”

“I can help!” Casey renews his fight, kicking gently against Raph as the large turtle’s hand rests on the kid’s shoulder. “M-Master Leonardo taught me how! I can-”

Raph pulls the kid into a one-armed hug, resting his forehead on Casey’s head. “C’mon…calm down, it’s ok…he’s going to be ok…” Mikey sees Casey’s shoulders shake, but no sound comes from his mouth, all the fight leaking out of him.

“I…I told him he was a bad leader…that he couldn’t do it…it’s my fault.” Casey’s haunting words carry through the silence of the kitchen. “It’s all my fault…”

He didn’t blink through Casey trying to leave and subsequently breaking down again in Raph’s arms.

He reaches over with his uninjured arm to ruffle Casey’s hair a little. The kid leans into it.

The kid’s face crumbles into relieved tears. “Dad!” Casey doesn’t even seem to register what he’s said, running full tilt to the other side of Leo’s bed to bring Leo up into a hug as equally bone-crushing as Mikey’s had been. This time Leo is too stunned to complain. “I thought-I thought I lost you again and I didn’t know what to do It was all my fault and-” Casey starts to babble, hot tears pouring down his face into the fabric of Leo’s medical collar.

Casey sighs and sits back down now that the immediate crisis is past. He doesn’t let go of Leo’s hand, however. He bows his head, holding the hand up to his forehead. He almost looks like he’s in prayer. He looks tired…deeply tired.

Donnie huffs, reaching over to ruffle Casey’s hair. The kid leans into Donnie’s hand, clearly hungry for any kind of physical affection he can get. Hugs probably weren’t super common during the literal apocalypse even if he did have a supportive dad... Mikey makes a mental note to put Casey at the bottom of the turtle pile later. Raph makes an excellent weighted blanket.

ThevEnd.....

[remmushound]

Hhhhh i wanted to request mayhaps,, what about 2014 Donnie and 2018 Donnie meeting,i feel like those two are two of the most strongly autistic coded Donnies so far(especially 2014 Donnie) and like,, how would they react to their similarities and their differences??

@brightlotusmoon @errorfreak88 part five of my bay/rise crossover!

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Running.” Was Donatello’s answer.

“Running from who?

“Shredder…”

The memory played again and again in the softshells mind. Tripping. Raphael protecting him. The slash of metal against keratin. Raphael’s cries of anguish as his shell was slashed by the impossible blades.

“Did he get any of you?”

“No. I remember we all got into the portal together. Raphael got hurt protecting me like the idiot shellbrain he is! I told him to move, but dear stubborn Raferel never listens. Never.” Donatello huffed and slumped.

“I guess that’s a thing both of our Raphael’s have in common.” Donnie tried to relate, “Where did the portal take you?”

Falling. He and Raphael were falling. His hover shell-extention wasn’t meant to carry so much weight...

“We fell from the sky, and crashed in an alley. Actually think we bounced a few times. In case it wasn’t obvious by the incredibly painful fall, turtles do not belong in the sky!” Donatello could feel the sedative wearing off and the sharpness of his mind returning. “And Raphael isn’t at all aerodynamic!”

“How did you find us?” Donnie struggled to keep a straight face, but judging by his other’s squinting, he wasn’t sure he could even be seen.

Lifting the manhole. The sewer offered warmth and safety and he wanted to be anywhere else except exposed in that moment.

“It was an accident.” Donatello’s voice faded into a soft whisper, almost whiplashing from his previous dramatics.

He was trying to find his brothers. He knew they would find their way to the sewers as well, just like Splinter and April, and he had to meet them there...

“I just wanted to get home…”

The sensor that had gone off was nothing more than a mild annoyance, and he was disabling the camera as quick as it was activated.

“But you found us instead.” Donnie took a shaky breath. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

Donatello clutched at the soreness of his arm. Raphael had hugged him so tight— he didn't mean to hurt him, but…

“Aside from the fact by arms feel like they’ve been run over thrice and my back feels like it was hit with a high-speed projectile several times, I’m… peachy.”

Donnie started to gently palplitate the sore muscles Donatello had indicated, searching for any indepth tissue damage that may have occured. Donatello winced, both at the touch itself and the pain it renewed.

“You might’ve torn a distal tendon lifting such a heavy load. Your armor weighs a great deal too, and your… brothers weight wasn’t doing you any favors.” Donnie needed to stay level-headed and calm. He couldn’t afford a misstep in a situation as serious as this.

“I couldn’t just leave him. Dumb as he was, he saved me. If those claws had hit me instead of Raph…” Donatello shivered and clutched at his shell. His soft shell. Even with his armor on, those claws could have almost sliced him in two...

Donnie knew that kind of debt all too well. The back of his mind was brought back to the waters of Brazil. Being narrowly yanked out of the path of a missile by the big, brutish brother he held dear. Donnie wasn’t even sure he had thanked Raph after, and made a mental note to do it soon. It hadn’t been that long, only a few months after the incident. Donatello’s trauma was far fresher.

“I understand all Too well.” Donnie said, “How old are you?”

“Fifteen.”

Donnie’s eyes went wide. “Fifteen? That’s... young. My brothers and I didn't have a run in with Shredder until we were eighteen.”

“Count yourself lucky. I was fourteen when everything started. The prime age for rebellion and childhood trauma.” Donatello did jazz hands and Donnie could almost see rainbows and sparkles appearing like some sort of cartoon.

“Yeah, I can second that. My brothers and I were that age the first time we went above ground! Mikey was on his board and riding so fast he took the wheels right out from under this old woman’s Walker! Er, don’t tell Master Splinter that.” Donnie laughed and covered his flushed embarrasment. He cleared his throat. “How old are your brothers?”

“Raphael is sixteen, Leonardo same as me… Mikey’s fourteen— just barely out of genin. None of us were prepared because dear papa banned fighting in the lair. Closest we got to a teacher was Lou Jitsu.”

Donnie’s eyes went wide for several reasons. Raphael as the oldest, for one, just seemed wrong. And how and why would a Splinter ban ninjitsu? Donnie’s father had encouraged it! So many questions shot through his head that he couldn’t bring any of the important ones to light— the words wouldn’t come and his tongue got tied and confused— until finally one popped out.

“Who’s Lou Jitsu?”

Donatello gave a dramatic, long gasp. “Ugh! Scoff!” He crossed his arms and stuck his nose in the air with his eyes screwed closed.

“I— I’m sorry? Wait, did you just say scoff out loud—?”

“Cursèd be the one who knows not of Lou! I bite my thumb at thee!” He bit his thumb.

“I—I don’t—“

“Bite I say! And I’d slap you too if I weren’t blind right now! Damn you mypoia mixed with astigmatism!”

Donnie couldn’t help but laugh at the relatable declaration, too overwhelmed to make sense of the mutants dramatics. “Sorry— I was gonna keep your contacts in, but they seemed to be really bothering you when you woke up. Do you have a fresh pair?”

“Is the twentieth number of the Fibonacci sequence four thousand, one hundred and eighty one?”

Donnie felt his heart flutter. “Only if the previous sequence was zero, one, one, two, three, five eight, thirteen, twenty one, thirty four, fifty five, eighty nine—“

Donatello started to join in and his words matched perfectly with Donnie’s, the mutants leaning close enough to each other that their noses almost touched. “One hundred fourty four, two hundred thirty three, three hundred seventy seven, six hundred ten, nine hundred eighty seven, one thousand five hundred and ninty seven, and TWO THOUSAND FIVE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FOUR!”

Both Donnie’s fell back cluching their stomach laughing— and their laughter coudn’t be more different. Donatello’s was surprisingly controlled, more as if he was just saying ‘ha ha ha’ out loud instead of actually laughing. Donnie’s sounded more genuine, though the amount of joy was the exact same as his counterpart; his laughs were more like wheezes, some of them to the point of being silent and the only evidence of them being his gasping motions— and of course, various snorts were scattered throughout.

“Nice snorts there.” Donatello smirked.

“Like your laugh was any better.” Donnie shot back.

“Excuse moi, but my laugh is top tier!” Donatello stuck a finger in the air, “Now, manservant!”

“Manservant?!”

“Sorry— turtleservant. Could I maybe get my stuff back? Feeling kinda vulnerable being all exposed like this?” He motioned to his shell.

“I was actually meaning to ask about that—“

“No.” Donatello said simply and with such confidence that Donnie was speechless for a second.

“Oh… ok.”

“Get me my stuff.”

“Okay.” Donnie was happy to have a way out of the uncomfortable situation.

[soldrawss]

I’m literally begging. I need more of your human aus. They’re so wholesome!!!!

I am always up for more BBM AU so! Here’s a mini-story I wrote when Zach asked if Raph has any underlying ptsd or fears about being alone!

Raph was fine till he was about 7. He doesn't remember his mom, and he barely remembers dad, and Mikey would sooner have a heart attack than leave Raph ALONE alone, so Raph didn't really grow up with the fear of being alone cause he's never really experienced it. He’s always had Mikey. He’s always had Leo and Donnie. It’s never occurred to him that that could ever change. That he could ever not have his big brothers there by his side.  But it's during one, late-night when everything kinda just lets loose to the idea that Raph COULD be separated from the rest of them, and really it all goes downhill from there. It's the night Leo came home with a black eye and bruised jaw. Leo said he just got into an accident, to not ‘worry about it, bud. I’m gucci’, and since Donnie didn't say anything about it and Mikey got to stay home for the night to be with them, Raph didn’t worry about it. Cause if his brothers said it was all OK, then it was, because it always had been before, and Raph figured it always would be like that, cause big brothers just had that power to make everything better. They’d never lied to Raph before. This was no different. But then he wakes up that night because he has to go to the bathroom, and he slides himself out from under Mikey's arm. (they had fallen asleep on the couch to a Lou Jitsu marathon, which was rare, cause they never watched dad’s old movies cause it made Mikey sad sometimes to remember dad. But he was in a reminiscent mood, so they threw a couple on and wow, Raph was kinda star-eyed and soft gasps, cause dad was kinda AWESOME) And Mikeys snoring gently, so tired his body is like a dead weight on top of Raph, and Raph's arm is a little numb from where Mikey was drooling on it. And as he's walking through the dark hallway, knowing the layout by heart so he didn’t bother risking turning on the lights in case he woke up Mikey, he tiptoes on sock-clad feet, until he notices a light coming from Dee and Leo’s room. And there are soft voices coming from the barely cracked door, and Raph is super never one to snoop, but theirs a curiosity bubbling in him and he can't help but detour from the bathroom ever so slightly, because he DOES have to go to the bathroom, but a few seconds of listening in won't kill him, and his big brothers NEVER let him in on their secret conversations. So Raph leans in, his ear pressed as close to the crack as he dared- "It was stupid, that's what! Do you know how much trouble you could have been in? You could have been expelled, Leo! It could have gone on your permanent record!" And oh... that was Donnie's voice... and he sounded... well, he sounded mad... but more than that... he sounded... scared. "Well, it didn't. And you worry too much. Nothing was gonna happen. It wasn't like I got into a fight with the principal’s kid! They didn't do more than a slap on the wrist and a few weeks detention." And Leo.... Leo got into a fight? Raph didn't know that. Why didn't they tell Raph that? Why did they... lie to Raph?

Raph pressed himself closer to the door. The bathroom long-forgotten behind him.

"And that's the thing! YOU don't worry at all! God, you're so self-absorbed! Do you really not get how bad this could have been?" "Look, I said I was sorry about getting involved, but I'm not sorry for slugging Tatsu in the nose. They BROKE your glasses Dee, you can't expect me to NOT to get mad about that." "This isn't about that stupid fight with some bullies, Leo-" "Then what is it about Donnie?! Because you've been riding my backside about it all night, but haven't said a word why! Why are you still so mad at me about this?" "I'm not MAD at you, I'm-" "You’re what then? Is this about what they said? About Mikey and me? You’re mad because I stepped in and threw a punch before you could? You’re mad because I made you the victum here? Look, I know that you hate it when I meddle in your business and try to fight your fights for you but I’m-” "I’M SCARED YOU COULD HAVE BEEN TAKEN AWAY, YOU ASS HOLE!" And Leo seemed to be just as surprised as Raph felt. They had been talking in pretty quiet voices up until Donnie practically screamed that last part, and it sent an electric shock through Raph's whole system. And Raph couldn't see their facial expressions, he didn't dare move an inch closer to the door to peek inside, but he could tell from the hitch in Donnie's voice. Donnie was crying now. "You could have been.... You could STILL be.." Donnie sniffed, and Raph felt his own eyes sting in proxy. "Tatsu's dad didn't this time, but he could have very well made an issue out of this. He could have brought this to the attention of the school board. And then the school board would have had to call Draxum, or worse, Bishop, and you KNOW child services don't need a reason to separate us! Bishop will take one look at your black eye and blame everything on Mikey and then they'll take us AWAY Leo! Don't you get that?" And that... what did that mean? What was Donnie talking about? Take us away? Take us away where? Who was Bishop? What was child services? Raph's mind was spinning, like car wheels on ice with no traction to go anywhere. His feet felt planted to the floor, sunk right there into the carpet. "Wait.. wait what?... Bishop? He's still a thing? I thought he got switched out for that other agent?” "Just because he doesn’t do house visits anymore doesn’t mean he still isn’t our case holder. He can still ruin our lives just as easily from his cubicle," And Donnie didn't sound like he was crying anymore, but there was still a raw roughness to his voice that Raph was whole years not accustomed too. "Raph's a baby. Heck, WE'RE still considered babies in the eyes of the law. It won't take a whole lot for them to take even the slightest infraction to deem Mikey unqualified. And then what would happen? We could probably manage to stay together cause people are kinder on not separating twins, but what about Raph? They'll take Raph for sure and ship him off to the other side of the country and there'd be nothing we could do to stop it and-" And Raph stopped listening after that. because... Because... What? Raph could be sent away? There are people out there that could take Raph away from Leo and Donnie? Away from Mikey? And that easily? And why? Because Mikey wasn't good enough? That... That didn't make any sense? Mikey was the best! There was no one better than Mikey in the whole world! How could there be people who didn't see that? And didn't they know that Raph couldn't go anywhere without Mikey? It didn't make any sense. None of it. But there was a pounding boom in Raph's chest that made it hard to breathe. His head spun, like he was just gone 4 rounds on the merry-go-around on the pier, and Raph couldn't THINK straight. He ran back towards the living room, he didn't care if he made any noise. He didn't care about anything really, at that moment. All he cared about was... Mikey. Still asleep and drooling on the couch from where Raph left him, and Raph practically jumped on top of his chest and clung onto his big brother for dear life, pressing his tear stained face into the front of Mikey's shirt. "Ouuufff! Hey- Hey Raph. You ok?" Mikey says in a startled slur, eyes blinking rapidly to tear away from sleep. His arms wrapped around Raph instinctually, like his body new what to do before his mind could catch up, and it felt like the most natural security blanket in the world to Raph. He cried harder into Mikey's chest. "Hey shhhhhh-shhhhhhhhh, buddy, it's ok. Breathe." Mikey was sitting up now, sleep all but forgotten as he stared down at the 7-year-old attached to his front, rubbing slow and gentle circles into Raph's back. "Raphie it's ok. You're ok sweetheart. You're safe and sound right here. Was it a nightmare? Did you have a bad dream?" And it sure felt like it. The world was spinning rapidly in a downward spiral of breathtaking hurt, just like a lot of Raph's nightmares. Except the monsters were real. They were real and practically right outside Raph's door and they could take Raph away any SECOND and Raph couldn't respond to Mikey. He wouldn't respond days, even weeks, later, when Mikey askes about it. All he can do is cry. Cry like his heart is breaking in half, and cling onto the safest and only lifeline in the world that he knows.

Thus spiraling Raph into a "clingy" stage, where he's terrified to be left alone for too long. Terrified to be separated in the grocery store, INSISTING Mikey hold his hand the entire time. Terrified to go to school and be away from his brothers for too long. Terrified to even SLEEP alone in his bed. And it's so wild to Mikey, because at first, it was kinda cute how a little bad dream made his baby brother all clingy to his side, and Mikey kinda enjoyed the endless attention. 

But then it started getting a bit too close to real, actual hysteria and paranoia that Raph was dealing with, and it took a mental breakdown on Raph's part, after Mikey had been a little late picking him up from school one day, because Leo and Donnie both had extracurriculars, and usually Raph just hangs out in the playground and waits for Mikey to come. But this time, he's crying his eyes out, pale and breathless and endlessly fussy with his teachers by the time Mikey arrives, and he clings unto Mikey, like he'd never see Mikey again, and Mikey HAS to have a talk with him, because what on earth could scare his brother as bad as THIS? And when Raph finally tells him, Mikey doesn't know what to do but hold him to his chest as tight as he can and whisper pretty half-truths to Raph to make him feel better. Because Mikey couldn't blindly let himself believe the "Of course! Nothing will ever take you away from me Raph, it's all ok! You have nothing to worry about! Your big brother will make sure all of you are all safe and ok! I promise kiddo. No one is taking anyone away. I won't let that happen." How could he? This was a very real fear. It was Mikey's Biggest fear on the daily. But he couldn't let Raph feel like this. To carry this fear and burden. That was too much for a 7-year-old. Mikey didn't even realize Leo and Donnie were aware of their situation to that degree. 

And it puts seeded pits of fear in his chest, taking root in his heart and feeding into something dark and cold and fearful. But Mikey does his best to push it down. Push it away. Out of sight of Raph and Leo and Donnie. And he smiles and laughs and presses kisses to Raph's temple and carries his baby brother piggyback all the way home, because he'll carry whatever weight his brothers are dealing with. Take on any fears. as long as they don't have to face them alone. As long as Mikey can still protect them, for as long and as hard as he can, then when the day comes that Bishop DOES show up at their door, he'll be ready for him.

[sylvain-writes]

If We Say the Words (Raphael x Reader)

Rated: G Gender Neutral Reader, friends to lovers, pining, affection, confessing feelings You and Raphael have been 'dating' but not really. It's finally time to confront your feelings, if only Raphael would make his move. for @bppeny32

Raphael's arm brushes yours as you approach your door, rough and solid and perfect. You hold yourself back from linking your arm with his and leaning in, but the fantasy niggles at the back of your mind. 

Your discussion has turned animated as you playfully argue whose Mandarin was better when you'd practiced with Meili at her family's restaurant during dinner. While Raphael was the clear winner last week at Omatsu, you think you've pulled out a win tonight. 

"Admit defeat,  Raph,” you tease, switching to walk backwards. You poke his chest to make your point known. “I saw you pretending to like the peanut noodles. You could have told her you messed up your order." 

You give him a playful shove that does nothing to alter his stride, and it’s really just an excuse to touch him again.

He pretends the overcast sky is the most interesting thing he’s seen all night, but then gives you a sideways glance and a twisted scowl that has you in stitches. 

"Still a sore loser, huh?" You pivot to face front as you approach your townhouse. The steps are slick with wet fallen leaves, and as you lead the climb, Raphael steadies you with hands on your waist. 

"Sore?," he says, "Wouldn't know." You wonder how he's so unaffected by the touch that’s left you breathless.  “I neva lose." The soft light of the streetlamp gives his eyes a mischievous twinkle.

"Oh, come on!" You give him a slap on the stomach before fishing for your keys. "You're coming in, right?"

Raphael tips his head with a grin, poised to say yes, when his pocket starts to ring. He lifts the phone to his ear with a gruff, "Hello," and a voice speaks immediately over the line.

Raphael meets your eyes. You smile, but he turns away. 

He grunts into the phone, trying to mask his frustration with short answers and a tight jaw.  But it bleeds through his protests. 

You slide your hand up the curve of his shell in silent support of whatever he's going through. The clench and release pattern of the free hand at his side gives away his struggle to keep his even tone. You're proud of him for not losing his cool.

Abruptly, the conversation comes to an end. Raphael turns, his bulk and stature smaller somehow as he rounds his shoulders and dips his head low. He gives you a soft, despondent look before dropping his gaze to where your hands are linked. You don’t remember reaching out for him. You cover Raphael's hand as it flexes and turns.

When his eyes meet yours again, they're searching. Intense, and wide, and needful. Raphael stares and you take the smallest step forward. But instead of coming closer, Raphael lets his hand fall from your grasp.

"That was Leo," he says, telling you what you already know.

"Ok." Your short nod is a familiar one. Just as his goodbye will be. 

"Mikey found a lead. I gotta go."

You think maybe tonight’s goodbye hurts more than the others. 

You barely register the lonely walk up the stairwell. By the time you reach your floor, you know Raphael is already sprinting across town by the rooftops. 

Your palm is hot with the memory of holding his hand. With the texture of his shell under your touch. Your fist curls around the phantom sensations regardless of how silly it is to think you can hold onto the feelings forever. 

You can’t help but sigh with want for the loss of him. For the loss of the kiss that seemed a hair's breadth away before Raphael's hand dropped from yours. 

It would have softened the goodbye; it would have been a sign. It would have been a long time coming. With a heavy heart, you think, It'll be a long time still. 

You can't force Raphael to move faster than he's willing to go. And if he's not comfortable, if he doesn't feel safe exploring the feelings you both clearly share, then you'll go at his pace. You’ll follow his lead. Quietly you admit to yourself, you’ll follow him anywhere.

You've been spending more and more time together. And now it seems like you have a standing dinner date for Tuesday nights. No, not a date. Dinner and movies and moonlit walks. Stargazing and late night phone calls. Family game nights and music exchanges. But no dates. Right. You're not dating.

And when you stand close or choose the seats closest to each other, when your heart leaps into your throat at his texts and your breath catches in your chest at each compliment, when his face lights up the moment he's caught sight of you, that's not a testament to your mutual attraction.

You flirt and you touch and everyone says that one day you'll be more than friends, but each day that passes without Raph taking the next step leaves you feeling like maybe everyone's imagining it all. 

Yawning and trying not to think about how your loneliness feels heavier tonight, you flick off the light in the hallway and walk into your bedroom. 

You're too focused on the drawstring tie of your pajama bottoms to notice the large form seated at your window. But once you look up, there's no way you can miss Raphael's imposing figure. 

Only, he doesn't look intimidating at all. In fact, he looks smaller than he's ever seemed. And it's not that he's lost bulk.  No, it’s the way he stoops and curls in on himself, as if afraid to take up too much space. And it breaks your heart to see your boisterous, confident warrior like this twice in a night.

"Raph?"

He grinds his fist into his palm, refusing to meet your eye. "I'm always cuttin' out." It's an apology and an accusation against himself rolled into one.

"It's ok."

"Naw, it ain't. Ya deserve so much better than that." His accent is heavier than usual; his voice thick with emotions you can tell he’s holding back.

You let what he says hang, afraid anything said to the contrary might incite an argument. It would be so easy to fall into the trap, so easy to say the wrong thing and push him away. So, you draw him closer instead. 

"You must be tired," you acknowledge delicately. "I know I'm beat, and I wasn't the one running all over the city chasin-"

He holds up a hand to stop you from going further. He doesn't like to drag you into the mess of what's going on. Foot soldiers were one thing. But since the aliens and mutants started popping up, he’s tried to shelter you from whatever the News doesn't cover.

"Come on," you say, climbing onto the bed. You don't direct him to lie with you, you don't ask for a cuddle. But the request is implicit. Even if these are things the two of you don't ask for out loud.

When he sits against the headboard, you slide into place as you've done dozens of times before. The weight of his arm curls around you, a shelter and a shield. Your head and hand fall gently to his chest and he lies back with a quiet sigh. 

You draw circles over his heart, following the swirling pattern of his plated plastron and perhaps this would be the time when other couples open their hearts and talk about their feelings. But you don’t expect that from Raphael. Not when words are so difficult. 

When emotions run high, he lies low. And you have always taken Raphael - you've always loved him - as he is. 

It's a long while of silence. But it's comfortable and sweet. 

You gather every minute. Clutch them tight. Cherish them. It sometimes feels like you steal these moments from his hectic life. You don't take a second for granted.

His blunt fingertip follows the shell of your ear and your heart skips with the yet unspoken affection between you. He stops at your earlobe, offering slight pressure. Distracted by his thoughts, he rubs the soft flesh between his thumb and forefinger. 

Raphael draws in a deep breath and the shift in his pattern has your full attention. 

"What if..." Raphael starts and stops. His voice sinks into the space between you, rough and broken. "What if we were doin' this for real?" 

Hearing him struggle for words, you hate to ask for clarification. “This?"

Raphael's breath hitches and you swallow hard to push down your rising nervousness. "You and me. But, y'know..."

"For real," you finish his thought.

"Yeah.” His focus is on the delicate curve of your ear, the slope of your neck, anywhere but your eyes.  “Know I ain't good enough,” he says and gives a small grunt to clear his throat from shaking.  “Know I'm always gone or leavin'. But when I'm not, I wanna be here."

You tuck your chin and rest your forehead on his chest. Your 'yes' sounds more like a whimper than a word; you're not sure Raphael heard it for what it is. 

His words burrow into your heart, and the muscle aches as if his confession has expanded the muscle.

You confess more clearly, "I want you here," and your arms encircle him as best they can and squeeze. 

Raphael combs his fingers through your hair. He pets and waits, and you lift your gaze to his.

His green eyes shine, catching the glow of the bedside lamp. "...That mean we're doing this thing?” Hope tremors through his chest and your palm tingles with the vibration. “Cause I been wanting to kiss ya."

You crawl up beside him and plant a little kiss on his cheek. His skin grows warm and dark. Then, with a hand on his neck, you coax him to turn for more. The kiss is natural and safe. It feels like home, with the excitement of a favorite holiday. Your heart flutters and flips. You smile against Raphael's lips.

When his phone interrupts your night again, you kiss his cheek and settle back on the pillows to allow him room to answer the call. 

“Leo?” Raphael relaxes immediately, then flushes dark, and gives a nervous chuckle.

Your smile returns easily. Watching Raphael’s relationship with Leo evolve has been a warm thrill for everyone who knows them. 

“Yeah, I did.” Raphael answers Leo, and his hand sneaks toward you over the mattress. Though still wrapped up in the call, he hooks a finger over yours and smiles. “Yeah, I am.”

Raphael gives a contented grunt before tugging you close. You can hear Leo on the line as the pair of brothers exchange goodbyes.

“...happy for you, Raph,” Leo says and you blush at the approval. “I’m proud of you.”

Raphael stills in your embrace, unable to respond to his older brother's praise. Leo is understanding; he ends the call and Raph sets the phone aside without a word. 

You cup Raphael's face and look into his eyes. You take your time, gazing down at him in a way you felt hasn’t been your right or privilege until now. “Thank you,” you whisper. 

“Didn’t do nothin’,” Raphael mumbles humbly, his eyes transfixed on you. 

But you know the truth of it now. Going to Leo for support, for help, still doesn’t come easily for Raph, despite the closeness they’ve gained. And if Leo is checking in, asking about you, then Raphael must have confided in him. Trusted him with his vulnerability.

You give Raphael a soft shake of your head and a firm kiss on the lips. "Wasn't nothing." 

With your nose nuzzled against his, you tell him again. Because there are more words to be said - more you'd like for him to hear, and believe, and maybe one day say back. But today you'll start with this. 

[undercoverwizardfanfiction]

With You When You’re Down: A ROTTMNT FanFiction One-Shot

I’m dedicating this one to @jadethest0ne​ who also helped come up with the title. Its also dedicated to anyone who ever battled depression or any other mental illness

Summary: It’s ok to feel sad sometimes, and right now Donnie doesn’t even have the will to get out of bed. But thats ok, why? Because he has a amazing family whose going to help him feel better.

Characters: Donnie, Leo, MIkey, Raph, Splinter

Pairings: I am NOT even kidding this time. You look at this fic with anything but ‘oh aren’t they a nice family’ feeling in your heart i”m going to sic my new pet Dragon Reggie on you. He loves eating t**st shippers and he’s hungry.

“Has anyone seen Purple?”

Raph tried to answer but apparently forgot he had just been trying to fit three burritos in his mouth and let out a loud choked noise but managed not to actually die. He bit through the burritos to clear his mouth and  shook his head, “No Pops sorry,” before resuming his task of fitting as many burritos in his mouth as humanly  possible.

Splinter frowned, “Red, I’ve told you this before. Small bites please, you’re too big for me to give the heimlich to anymore.” Even though Raph gave him a pained look and his shoulders sagged, he instead began to work  on two burritos at once. “I’m going to check on your brother, no one dare Raphael to put anything bigger than his head in his mouth.” Before looking directly at Leo who was already using breakfast fixings to fill an abnormally large tortilla shell. The blue turtle gave him a nervous smile before leaning back in his seat with a pout. Splinter went over to the coffee maker, knowing it was safer to approach a possibly sleeping Donatello with a peace offering than just running in and expecting him to be cool with it. Last time he had tried that, he had been three feet taller.

The rat dad took Donatello’s favorite mug and stepped to Donatello’s room, tapping the entryway, “Purrrple? It’s almost two, you may be tired but I brought you a treat.” He sang. When he didn’t get  answer he frowned, normally Donnie would give a loud shriek followed by ‘DADI’MBUSYITSSCIENCESCIENCESCIENCELETMEINPEEEAAAACCCCCEEEE!’. It wasn’t like Purple to not answer. He could still be asleep but even then he would have woken up in a rage and thrown something at him. While he normally respected his sons privacy’s enough to go to their rooms without permission (except to ‘borrow’ Mikey’s shirts), he  called, ”Purple I’m coming in.” he ducked under the curtain. The room lacked normal hum that would come from Don’s inventions and instead left the small space in silence. He almost thought Donnie was still asleep.

Til a small sob reached him.

Splinter went into the small connecting room that was Don’s sleep nook. Even in the darkness he could see Donatello was still curled up on his bed, wrapped up in his blankets like a cocoon, “Purple? Its Dad,” out of the corner of his eye Splinter could see the shattered remains of Donatello’s phone on the ground, considering Donnie once had a meltdown when Leo joked about touching his phone without permission, that wasn’t a good sign, “Purple?”

The form on the loft bed twisted around, rolling over like a caterpillar forming a cocoon to look over the edge down on him, a pair of blood shot swollen eyes peered down at him, a small sniff escaped the small confides of the cocoon as Don rubbed his face against his blanket again.

Splinter could already feel his heart ache, “Aw, Purple.” He set the mug on Don’s desk as he climbed up the loft ladder, “Can I sit?” He asked the turtle, without lookin at him, Don’s head dipped in a nod. Splinter sat on the edge of his mattress, rubbing his sons shell over his blanket, “Are we not feeling ourselves today?” He knew he wasn’t going to get an answer, but instead heard a small sad noise come from him again. Splinter remembered seeing a box of tissues sitting on his desk, snaking his tail down underneath the bed and pulling the box up to his level, “Here my son.” He set the tissue box by Donatello’s head who didn’t hesitate to take several tissues in his hands and wipe at his face. Splinter placed a soft hand on the back of Don’s head, “It’s ok my Purple Plum. We all have days like this. I’ll tell your brothers to not bother you and let you rest your soul.” Splinter moved his palm from the back of Don’s scalp to the side of his face, using his thumb to wipe a stray tear that escaped Don’s eye, “Is that alright with you my son?”

Don gave him a weak, if appreciative, smile as he nodded. Splinter held his sons face for a few more seconds before climbing down from his bed. He remembered the coffee mug he had brought it and carried it back up the ladder, “Here my boy.” He held out the mug for him, “Pure Black, just the way we like it.”

Don took the mug, squirming to a upright position, giving Splinter another appreciative , if small, smile before resting his face over the warm drink, “I’ll be back in a  few hours to check on you.” Splinter promised before climbing down the ladder one last time before leaving the room.

(#)(#)(#)(#)

Splinter had explained to them that Don wasn’t having a great day. A feeling Raph understood too well, but that didn’t make it easier to know one of his brothers was suffering too. Of course, his first reaction to finding out had been to go check on Don, at least before Splinter caught him  and made him promise not to go in there with the purpose of asking him a ton of ‘are you ok’ questions and draining his mental health more than it already was.

So, for the first part of the morning, he focused on his rubix cube. Though it was second nature at this point to twist it in the right shape, it did nothing to distract him. He had considered maybe getting his other rubix cube and go challenge Don to a rubix cube race, but Splinter hadn’t thought it was a good idea. He said they shouldn’t stress Don anymore then possible (and if they did, he would ground them to the moon and back). The big and beautiful turtle let out a sigh, setting his rubix cube down as he absentmindedly looked around his room. It was hard knowing his brother was in such a state without a way to help him, but then his eyes fell on a certain pink caboodle and a giant smile encompassed his face.

Raph snatched it up and jogged out of his room, making a beeline for Don’s. Leo, who was doing a handstand on his skateboard, saw where he was heading and looked like he was going to try and stop him til Raph held up the caboodle for him to see. The red slider narrowed his eyes before giving him a nod of approval. Raph had to stop from bursting into Don’s room and take a moment to knock, “coming in buddy!” He said ducking under the curtain. The form on the bed twitched before Don looked towards the entrance with a look of surprise on his face, “Oh, sorry” Raph apologized weakly, “I should have asked permission,” he said as Don’s gave him a slight frown and laid back down on his bed with his shell to him. Don’s bed was covered in used tissues and an empty tissue box lay on the floor as though Don had tossed it aside when it lost its usefulness to him. “I’m sorry,” Raph apologized again in a softer voice. He sometimes forgot his loudness could unintentionally set off Don’s headaches and sensory issues. “I didn’t come in here to stress you out if that helps,” he started. “The last time I was depressed, Dad did my nails for me. So, I thought I’d see if you wanted me to do yours!” He held up his caboodle, ‘“Mikey’s been giving me lessons too so I won't mess up so bad!” Raph took a moment to check the volume and tone of his voice, he didn’t want Don to feel like he wasn’t giving him a choice, “I mean it's up to you.”

For the first time since Raph entered the room, Donnie looks at him from over his shoulder, his expression is softer this time, as though forgiving Raph for coming to his room so loud. A few months ago, Donnie told him that Raph reminded him of a large dog that always forgot it wasn’t a puppy anymore, but he had said it with a smile so it couldn’t be an entirely bad thing.  He looks to the caboodle then to his nails and gives a nod so slight Raph almost misses it. “Ok cool!” Raph sets the caboodle on the desk under Don’s bed, “I think I have just the color, I saw it the other day when I was shopping with Mikey and it made me think of you.” He pulled out a thing of purple nail polish, “It’s glow in the dark,” he holds it up. In the dark room the purple contents give a soft glow, “And there’s glitter in it. It kinda reminded me of space so I figured you’d like it. Do you want me to use this?”

Don studies it for a moment, but then nods again, “Ok cool times two!” Before he starts, he notices Don doesn’t have his telltale hoodie, a source of comfort for him, “Hey if you want, while your nails are drying, I’ll do a load of your laundry and bring you one of your hoodies back. I’ll ask Leo for help so I don’t accidentally use the wrong fabric softener. Is that ok?” He once again gets a soft nod and sets to work. He also makes sure to clean the tissues off Don’s bed and bring him a new box before leaving to do his promised laundry.

(V)(V)(V)(V)

Mikey slid his spatula underneath the newly formed toasted sandwich before setting it carefully on a plate with a few cut up carrots on the side and a cup of oyster crackers. He takes a moment to check the tray for everything he was going to need - Mikey’s phone, a meal, a box of hand wipes, and a water jug of sugar free sports drink. With a nod of satisfaction, he picks up the tray and makes his way to Don’s room, using his foot to tap the outside of Don’s room before ducking in. “Hey Donnie!” he says with his trademark large smile. The softshell turtle was propped up on a few pillows wearing a purple hoodie with the hood up and looking at his nails when he looked at him with a nod of greeting, “I brought you something to help you feel better.” He practically skips over, “Last time I was sad, Raph made sure that I had water and ate something. Even if you’re not hungry now.” He almost laughs at the suspicious way Don was studying the sandwich, “Don’t worry it's not a Leo sandwich, it’s toasted mustard and ketchup. Your favorite.” Don nods at him, but sets the food aside. Mikey made a mental note to check later to make sure that Donnie actually ate. He did feel better to see Don drink out of the water jug before the hand wipes caught the soft shell turtles attention, “Oh that’s something Leo taught me too. It’s a good way to clean yourself without having to take a shower. I know you don’t like feeling dirty, so I figured you’d like it. There’s also some gum to clean your teeth”

Don blinks at him before opening the container. Its only then Mikey notices the soft purple glow coming from his nails, “Aw! I see Raph was here too!” Don nodded, he was already using a hand wipe to clean his neck and face. Mikey picked up the trash can and pulled Don’s chair around so it could rest it on it. Giving Don a closer vantage to it. He figures Don will finish his ‘hand wipe bath’ when he’s got privacy. “Hey dude you remember that AMV I was making for Jupiter Jim the Musical? The one made like a silent film??” He paused, thinking for a moment, “wait, actually how is it a musical if it’s a silent film?” He looks to Don for the answer, as he usually does, but Don just shrugs. “I was thinking of using a StarSet song, and since you basically listen to them all the time I thought I’d ask you for help picking one out. Is that ok?”

Honestly he wasn’t sure what he was expecting, maybe having Don roll away. He should of asked Leo if this was a good idea but instead Donnie scooted away from the ladder, patting the spot he had been sitting in. With a smile that can barely be contained by his round naturally happy face Mikey climbs up the ladder taking out his phone and pulling up the StarSet playlist he had made. He nearly jumps out of his skin when Don rests his cheek on his scalp but makes sure to give him a smile before starting the playlist.

(#)(#)(#)(#)

Leo honestly hates it when the Lair is quiet. Even though it’s barely evening, it feels almost unnatural for a home that had seen so many fires that he was sure the fire department would condemn them. Hours earlier, Splinter had told them that Donnie was experiencing a depressive episode and that they should respect his space and privacy as much as possible. But of course, had he been told his favorite Donnie was in such a state a few months earlier, he would have run through the wall and trapped Donnie in a death cuddle from which there was no escape. But at this point he knew better, so even though he watched Splinter, Raph and Mikey go visit Donnie at different times during the day, he stayed his distance, staying close enough that if he heard anything he could interfere.

So now he sits at the kitchen table, drumming his fingers on the surface. If anyone had been in the room with him, they would tell him to take a breath and stop feeling so anxious. But he can’t help it. Anxiety was a nasty devil who lived in your brain reminding you of all your mistakes you’ve made and all your mistakes to come.

Leo leans back in his seat, and takes a deep breath.

The anxiety feels further away.

The turtle stands up and stops by his room long enough to pick up his favorite blue hoodie. He makes sure to take a deep breath before knocking on Don’s door (I think you should specify which door), “Your favorite Leo’s coming in.” He calls gently before ducking under the curtain. He’s almost surprised to see the room still so clean, he can see clean clothes hanging from Don’s closet and a trash can situated on a chair by Don’s bed is filled with tissues and wipes. It fills his heart to know his brothers cared so much to come in here and to do little things to help him.

But Don doesn’t even roll over to acknowledge him, he can barely see Donnie scrub at his eyes again before curling up under his blanket. With a soft sigh, Leo walks over and climbs up the ladder, “Still not feeling ok buddy?” He asks crossing his arms over the top rung and resting his head on them as Donnie nodded in agreement. ”It's ok,” he drummed his fingers over the surface of Don’s mattress, picking up a few stray crumbled tissues and dropping them over the side of the bed. “Remember when I had my bad day a few weeks ago? I went to my room and refused to come out. I was a little angrier than I think you are now. But you came in and just hung out with me? You set up a projector in my room and we watched Jupiter Jim movies all night and you did that JJ impression that always makes me laugh.”  He couldn’t help but smile softly at the memory. Eventually his room was full of their small family all curled up on his bed watching a low budget sci-fi movie series, even Splinter (who had some beef JJ he didn’t understand) joined in. Mikey sat on Raph’s shoulders doodling on his mask as Leo laid his head on Donnie's lap and laughed himself silly.

Leo blinks out of his memory and smiles up at him “You know what? Give me a sec.” He leaps off the ladder and hurries to Don’s lab. It feels almost eerie to see all his inventions shut down, but he snatches up Donnie’s tablet from its charging station and comes back to Don’s bed. “I’m actually kinda bored, wanna hang out and watch Ted Talks?” At first Don doesn’t look at him, his eyes were so swollen that Leo wasn’t entirely sure he could see anything. He was prepared to leave if Don wanted him to, but is relieved when Donnie nodded. Leo beams as he scrambles up the ladder. He gathers the pillows around to make a makeshift seat for the two of them, snuggling into his spot. “Not to sound too humble, but I can basically make the best pillow throne ever right Donnie-Dee?” He smiles praising his naturally humble nature before he scoots over enough to give Donnie space free of him but is again surprised when Donnie curls up next to him and rests his head on Leos’ shoulder. At first, he thought Don just wanted to see the screen better. But then his immediate brother begins to tremble, pulling down the rim of his hoodie down to to cover his face as he began to sob softly.

The blue masked turtle immediately wraps his arms around his brother, resting his cheek on his brother's scalp. He is unsure what he could say to comfort him, but when he felt Don press his face into his shoulder, he knew this would suffice.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there rocking his favorite weeping Donnie in his arms. But slowly he felt Don’s sobs fade away with his trembles, and eventually he pulls his face away enough to pull his tears tainted hoodie away from his face. Leo, without releasing his hold, pulls the box of tissues closer. “It’s ok to feel sad sometimes,” he says rubbing his cheek against Don’s temple to give him the space to wipe his eyes. “Just don’t forget that we love you Dee. We’ll always be here to take care of you. Your big brain knows that right?” He said peering at his brother's face. Donnie gave him a shaky smile and a nod, “See? That’s why you’re the smart one buddy.” Leo says with a smile

A soft noise escapes Donnie that Leo realizes is supposed to be a laugh, and he rubs his scalp. He settles back to hold the tablet up when Don reaches over to a plate Leo hadn’t noticed and tore a grilled sandwich in half, before pausing and stuffing one of the sides with some few remaining carrot sticks. Leo grins. “Aw see? You know me so well,” he says taking the carrot sandwich half with one hand and holding up the tablet with the other so Don could see it. Later, when Don was obviously getting annoyed with the flawed logic behind the Ted Talks, Leo would mute the screen and give his best impression of what he thought the ‘experts’ were saying. Even though Don laughed, it wasn’t so much Leo’s humor it was the horrible jokes that had him drag a hand down his face and succumbing to giggles. Later that night, they would be joined by the rest of their family. There wasn’t room for a projection screen, but Mikey brought in several of his favorite board games and they made a circle that would include Don’s bed. Sharing stories and telling jokes long into the night. Though Don didn’t share any stories, he laughed louder than everyone else, and at one point had to escape Leo’s ‘tickle torture’ when he rolled his eyes too many times at his jokes.

But nothing could keep the smile off his face after that.

[my-own-oracle]

Loving you- requested!

EDIT: this has been re-uploaded since my account was deleted! I am sorry for the inconvenience. 

Tfp bots with number 42-"I have never loved you as much as I do right now."

@a-bitchtm I love your enthusiasm, usually have a limit on the number of bots I have per request. But because I made you wait so long and I had a lot of fun with it, I did four of them. If you want to see any more, let me know. 

Ratchet

Ratchet was usually quite hard to approach: his no-nonsense demeanor often left interactions with the bot feeling flat, and with much to be desired. But he had been appointed your guardian, and a stubborn mech like the doc required a stubborn companion. 

You often spent your days at the base, watching the giant doctor work. But the evenings we're where the battles of stubbornness were indeed waged.

 You had been studying a map of your home city, it was only a state over and the proposed location of another artifact. You had been looking for a site that could hide, or be built around a 'mystical' cybertronian object. You had accepted this task, earlier this afternoon, but you still felt like you nad nothing. 

Ratchet was standing not far off. Mumbling to himself as he worked through the lines of gibberish, you recognized as cybertronian. You had tried to convince him to take a break and recharge a few hours ago, but he insisted he was fine. 

He wasn't. You could tell he was tired. His frame sagged, and his mumbling and squinting of his optics gave it away. A yawn caught you off guard as you checked your watch. 2:39 am. You had decided to keep him company. After all, you had work to do too, but your body was beginning to protest. Another yawn, you turned back to the maps laid out in front of you. 

"You need to go and sleep." Ratchet's voice filled the empty air, but his attention was still on the large screens. 

"So do you," you watched his helm shake slightly.

"No, I have to much to do."

"And taking care of yourself is also on that list." Ratchet turned to face you, and his optics looked dim. "Your tired, your frame is sagging," you raised a finger with each point, "your eye -ah optics, are dim and your starting to sway"'  

"You're infuriating. You are no better. You've yawned 36 times in the past two hours. Almost cycled off in to recharge 5 times in the past thirty, and if you want to call my optics dim, I would say yours have been snuffed out." His voice was firm, but it lacked its usual snark. 

"Since when do you keep such close track of me?" You stood up, waving your hand at his monitor. "You're always talking about how much more important your work is, but you're willing to use brainpower to keep track of the number of times I've started falling asleep?"

"It's my job to make sure all members of this team are in top form."

"All members?"

"Yes, "

"Then that includes yourself" He stammered a moment. Another sign to add to your ever-growing list. 

"Since when did you start fretting over an old mech?" A giant hand placed itself next to you, a silent offer. You climbed up, opting to sit in his open hand rather than trust your legs to hold you steady.

"Since the day I met you, Ratchet." He mumbled a response. You didn't quite hear it. 

"One more time, "

"I have never loved you as much as I do right now." You smiled, and so did Ratchet. You loved his smile, he should do it more. 

"Then love me enough to go to sleep; if you go to bed, I will too." Ratchet grumbled and smiled. With a few taps to his computer, he turned off the monitors and headed off to his hab-unit with you in hand to get some rest. 

Bulkhead

Today had played out so differently in your head. The dream had been waking up to no excitement. There is no need to storm an energon mine, no world-shattering event to stop. Thanks to a school-wide trip, no teenagers making errors could cause huge problems. At the end of this uneventful day, you would have all the time in the world to go out and watch the meteor shower that was occurring at 2am. Instead, you had been sent out on a mission with Bulkhead only to discover at its end, that the ground bridge wasn't working. 

"Why did we allow her to come again?" You turned and watched Miko as she played a game on her phone in the back. She was sprawled out in the back tired out from the rock show she performed for you on the drive up and the hiking around during recon. 

"Because her school trip got canceled, and I have a hard time saying no," Bulkhead's voice quietly filtered through the cab. You chuckled, Miko seemed lost in her own world at the moment, so you decided to give her space.

"You are wrapped around her finger" You all round a bend before you talk again. "How far are we from the base?"

"A good day's drive. Maybe more if we want to avoid major cities." You feel like sulking, you were definitely missing that meteor shower. "What's wrong, did you have a hot date tonight?" 

The eye roll was a gut reaction, as was your smile. "You know I don't have time for that; besides, you're starting to sound like Wheeljack." 

"Seriously then." you sighed, shifting to slouch lower in your seat. 

"There's this meteor shower tonight." You didn't know how much of this Bulkhead cared about, but he had been the one to ask…" I was going to spend time researching the best possible location to watch it from and see if I could bribe Ratchet to bridging me there and back."

"But now you get to hang with us." Miko injected, while Bulkhead realized the source of your frustration.

"You'd rather be watching it, hm?"

"Don't take it as I don't want to spend time with the two of you," you gesture to the cab, "It's just since I was little I've always wanted to watch the 'falling stars' my mom talked about seeing once." 

"It sounds nice," You leaned deeper into Bulkhead's seats.

"More like boring, but hey, to each their own." Miko flopped forward over the center console. "Hey, let's play a game while we drive." You smiled as Miko tried to describe her road trip game to Bulkhead. You spent a moment pushing the meteors out of your head; after all, it was not every day you got to spend quality time with these two. 

     * 

"(Y/N). Can you wake up?" The question was light. Bulkheads voice breaking the silence during another of Miko's and your naps. The sun had set at some point, casting the day into a soft and comforting darkness, illuminated by the milky way's thousands of stars. "(Y/N), wake up." Your head jerked awake at Bulkheads prodding. When had you fallen asleep? You had wanted to keep the giant bot company through the night since he was determined to drive as long as possible. 

"Is everything ok?" you started looking around. Outside looked peaceful, and inside was quiet except for the snores emitting from the teenager behind you. "Has Miko been asleep the whole ride?" You looked back in disbelief. It looked as though she had moved, but you had no evidence that she had woken up. 

Bulkhead chuckled, "You're delusional if you really think Miko would sleep for the majority of a day." You swatted at the headrest of the seat next to you. "Ok, ok. She was awake for a while after you fell asleep. I tried to keep her quiet." 

You were touched at the effort that must have taken. Miko was loud and brash, keeping her occupied and quite must have been a handful to do while trying to drive them home. "Thank you, Bulk." you shifted to lean against his door. "How far out are we?"

The sound of tires on the paved road filled your ears, and you watched as the wheel moved to keep them steady. "Not too far, but I'm taking a slight detour." He sounded guilty, 

"What was going on?" Slowly, being careful not to jostle the cab, Bulkhead pulled over to the side of the road. You felt the locking mechanism move under your back. "Step out, will you?" You eyed the dash, curious as to what on earth Bulkhead could want this late at night. 

"Bulk what's-" a man materialized in the seat next to you. He was a big broad-chested man with dark skin and an Autobot tattoo on his right shoulder. His black wifebeater and green cargo pants screamed military and soldier in your mind. His body had materialized with his hands on the steering wheel, his arms relaxed, and his eyes gently closed. He was still for only a moment, and in that moment, your heart sped up. From what you couldn't tell, but it was hammering. 

His eyes opened to reveal an unusual blue color, one more resembling the color of the bot's optics than any blue you had seen in a human. The man wasted no time opening up the driver's side door and stepping out. Hesitantly you followed. "What-"

"What do you think?" The man kept his head upwards towards the sky, his voice was Bulkhead's voice, but softer... almost. "The lights from all the major cities are far enough away you should be able to see this meteor shower you wanted to see."

"Who-" 

"Then again," Not-Bulkhead surveyed the flat landscape. "Miko had said you probably wanted to watch from an elevated area." He hurried past you back to Bulkhead's parked form and began climbing the back to reach the roof. Watching this man climb up, your close friend snapped you out of your shock.

"Just you wait one moment-" you grabbed the back of his shirt. "What's going on here?" you tried to pull the man down "Bulkhead-"

"Come on (Y/N)," He reached down gently, swatting your hands from his shirt and finishing his brief climb to Bulkhead's roof. Turning to offer you a hand up. "You didn't want to miss this, right?" the way he said your name, the gentle giant way he was caring about you, this was Bulkhead. This was Bulkhead trying to show you the falling stars you had always wanted to see. 

"How do you know we'll be able to see them?" You took his hand and let him haul you up into his arms. Letting him guide you into sitting in his lap. 

"I had Miko call Raph, and he looked up on his computer where we needed to be." His voice rumbled from his chest into your back. You knew you had to be smiling like a crazy person. "Look," one of his hands, previously holding him in place as he leaned back, was thrust forward-pointing up to the sky. You caught the tail end of it. The fading streak across the sky. It was followed by another, then another, soon enough, the sky was full of streaking silver light, and your heart was swelling. You laid back, eyes never leaving the atmosphere above you.

"Bulkhead, I've never loved you as much as I do right now." His arms moved to wrap themselves around your waist. Together, you stayed there, watching the sky until the last one had sailed by, before moving back into the cab and starting off to finish the rest of the road trip home. 

Bumblebee

Bumblebee loved Fridays. It was the best day of the week, especially since you had moved to the base. Every Friday morning, without fail, you would wake up at 7am and head out to the roof of the base. There you would lay out a massive tarp and roll out an industrial-sized shop vacuum you had bought off eBay. And it always leads to this. 

7:30am  

Bumblebee sat in the morning sun, his doors open to the world. You sat in an old pair of jeans, your knees on the metal roof vacuuming out his interior. To Bee, this was the most relaxing feeling in the world. You meticulously vacuumed his seats, driver's side, the back then, passenger side, afterword focusing on the floor mats. That's what you were currently on. Woking the vacuums brush against his transformation seams. Dragging out a week's worth of sand, dirt, and grit. 

He always told you it was unnecessary to clean him this thoroughly, but you insisted. 

"Bumblebee, you drive Raph and me everywhere. We, all though unwillingly, fill you with all the nasty and dirty particles of everything we walk through in a day. The least I can do is clean you out." 

After nearly two months, the strange feeling of the vacuum had become comforting. The feel of the brush, relaxing. The young scout would never admit this to anyone, but he especially enjoyed what came after. 

The vacuum shut off, the silence overtaking the air. You stood up, pulling a small white rag from your belt. You dipped it into a bucket of warm water, wringing it out before slipping off your shoes and crawling into his cab. 

The rag ran down his dash, cleaning up the oil and dirt that came off human fingers. Your hand pressed delicately against his leather interior, studying yourself as you worked.

"Everything alright?" you were scrubbing a little more forcefully on his steering wheel.

"Yes, There's just something a little sticky, I bet it's from a soda." you sighed, shifting to sit in the seat. "I can't believe you let me and Raph eat in here yesterday." You took the dry end of the rag, tracing back over every spot you cleaned with the damp side. 

"I knew you would be careful and take care of me later." You climbed out, chuckling at his comment like it was a joke. Throwing the now 'dirty' rag off to the side in favor of a new one, dipping it in the same warm water you had before. 

He shut his doors, he could feel you as you sat down next to him. Your presents brushing against his EM field; his door sensors, the ones that made up his 'wings' as you called them, lighting up at the gentle touch you had as you worked off scuffs and paint from other bots and cars alike. 

The strokes began to blend together as his processor slowed down; he wanted to stay in this moment forever. The chilly desert morning and his (Y/N) cleaning off the grime from the week. 

"I have never loved you as much as I do right now." He knew it was a strange thing to say, and an even more unusual way to thank you for all the work you were doing. But it didn't make the statement any less real. 

"I love you too." Bumblebee could hear the smile in your voice. Yes, if he had to pick any one moment to live in forever, this one was most definitely number one. 

Wheeljack

"I can't do this anymore." Wheeljack looked over, the thick book on your lap slamming shut registering in his audials. "This assignment doesn't make sense, this professor is a moron, and my school is a joke." Your hands were gripping the hair on your head. Wheeljack was no expert on humans, but he felt that that wasn't a good thing. "I'm done, I can't do this." he laughed to himself as you began shoving everything into the bag you took with you everywhere. "I can't do this, I can't. I'm done. I'm done." Your human optics are leaking a little. He watched as your face turned red, and your head shook back and forth.

He recalls Bulkhead explaining that leaking optics are a terrible thing for humans, It means there's something wrong. A soft whisper is let out amongst the noise, a whisper he wouldn't have heard if he wasn't so in tune with you.

"I'm a failure,"

Wheeljack was on his pedes faster than he had ever thought possible. You were hunched over that stupid bag, shoulders shaking. He had to get you back. He didn't know what exactly got you this upset, but he knew it had something to do with that university you kept complaining about this week. 

"Alright speedster, enough of that." As gently as a wrecker could, he picked you up. Dropping you from one hand to another. "No wrecker gets to sulk while I'm around, Stop your crying and brace yourself." The bot looked over to Bulkhead and the other humans as he walked to the center of the base. "Tell Prime: I'm going out."

Wheeljack gave you a soft toss upward, you yelped as gravity pulled you back into his open servo. "Ready?" You tilted your head, something he found cute but swore never to admit out loud. 

"What-what are you-you doing?" you stuttered between your tears.

"Fixing that look on your face." Wheeljack nodded to Bulkhead, who opened the base doors. Your bot tossed you up again this time a little higher, lurching forward he transformed around you, landing with you in his front seat. Before you could blink a seat belt was strapped around your torso. The two of you flying out into the desert. You watched as his speedometer climbed, 30 to 40. 50 to 70. 80 to 100. You were no longer on the road; instead, Wheeljack had turned out into the desert. The world was a blur out of his windows. He dared to look inward for a brief moment to check on you before returning his optics to his driving. Your soft hands were holding onto the seat and door. But the tears had stopped flowing, and a small smile was spread on your face. 

The wrecker pushed himself to go faster, he needed his speedster back, the one that laughed as he drove at unhuman like speeds that begged him to try and go even faster then he could go safely with you.  

150.

He was, for your sake, slowly climbing in his speed. Your grip loosened on his door, and he tightened the belt across your torso. 

170

Your body was shaking again, but not from tears, this was a familiar shake. This was you teetering on laughter. This was a shake Wheeljack loved to feel against his seats. 

190

"Wheeljack!" you were laughing. "I know you can go faster!" 

200

"I promised Ratchet I would go over 200 with you, he says it's dangerous." You hear the smirk in his voice. 

"Since when do you listen to the Doc-Bot?" Both hands were on his seatbelt, "I'm safe with you, come on, Faster!"

"I need you to say something first," He slowed a little, enough so he could glance inward again. "Tell me why you, of all people, would think you're a failure." Your face fell, not good, but necessary.

"I don't understand the work, my teacher wouldn't answer my questions." Your head sank. "She said I shouldn't be asking too many questions."

"Well, Frag her. She doesn't know what she's doing. It's obvious she's just bad at her job." you smiled again, "Now, if that's the only problem, I think we ought to see how fast we can outrun it." 

He gave a little yank on the strap, making sure your body was flush against his seat. 

He'd never tell you, but Ratchet had really freaked him out about hurting you. 

"Floor it!" 

He complied.

*

It was late in the evening, you both were tired, and your adrenaline had worn out, and Wheeljack knew he had burned through more energon than he should have. 

"We should call for a bridge." The car around you rumbled for a moment.

"Yeah, I'll patch us through." The two of you sat in silence.

"Are you even calling them?"

"No." You reclined his seat back. And listened to his engine idle.

"Thank you for making me feel better." 

"No big."

"Seriously. I have never loved anyone as much as I love you right now. Thank you."

His spark practically jumped, but he was grateful you couldn't see his faceplates. It would be nice to spend some more time with you, so you two sat in the quiet desert. 

Happy and content. 

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blood of the covenant part 2

Part 1 here

Summery: After your explosive argument last night, it’s time to take a look at the remains of your relationship as see what’s worth saving. You don’t know if you can do it after Raph’s betrayal 

Warnings: angst, murder mention

((A/N: This is the part I haven’t really thought through but some of you wanted a part 2 to this so here you go sorry it’s kind of shit))

The sun is shining through the window, it’s a beautiful Autumn morning and you groggily open your eyes that are still bloodshot from your tears last night. Could Raph have really meant what he said? You strip off your clothes and head for the bathroom, maybe a scolding hot shower would cure some of what you’re feeling.

The water pounds down on your delicate skin, turning it a slightly more pink colour from the heat and you sigh deeply. Nothing could scrub off what happened last night. You get out of the shower and wrap a towel around yourself. You wipe the away the condensation at look in the mirror to see the huge purple and brown bruise on our chin, you consider putting makeup on to hide it but decide against that idea. Let him see what he did to me. Heading back into the bedroom you get dressed, you decide on something more casual, a white T shirt and black jeans will do. 

Going down the stairs you decide that coffee sounds good as you’re way too depressed to eat anything substantial. You pass you meeting room which has it’s door shut, pausing for a second you can hear vague noises inside and know that the boys are in there talking about the business. Sometimes you’d sit in with them, perched on Raph’s lap and kissing his neck much to Leo’s annoyance. Today wasn’t like that, today you were estranged from the man you think you still love.

Flipping the switch to the kettle it roars to life and begins to boil, you grab your coffee mug that Raph got you, rolling your eyes as you look at the cartoon tiara and the word “Princess” scrawled across it in pink, swirly writing. Some way to treat your princess you think to yourself.

__________

Inside the meeting room the boys are all sit around a large table smoking. Leo is at the head of the table and takes one more drag before continuing his sentence.

“So if Paddy’s has been compromised we need to find a new drop off point. Any suggestions?”

“The docks, no one is ever down there since those bodies washed up” Donnie suggests. Raph side eyes him but Don brushes it off. Last night was not the first time he’s made advances towards one of Raph’s girls and he doubted it would be the last, but Donnie is his brother and he loves him so certain things can slide by.

“If we’re seen down there we’ll have the cops breathing down our necks even more than they are now. No, we need somewhere more discreet. Put it on the agenda to find whoever is killing in the city though, murders on our terf is the last thing we need”

Raph simply sits and stares at his hands. Last night was tough for him and he doesn’t quite know what to do now. The safety of the meeting room was his only solace; knowing that you wouldn’t come barging in with his brothers around. 

“Raph, you there, buddy” Leo interrupts his train of thought

“Yeah, just thinking”

“Hey, I heard yelling last night. What’s up with you and y/n? Another domestic? You’ve got to keep that girl in check, y’know”

Raph clenches his fists and doesn’t look up at his brother But shoots another look at Donnie who turns his head away. Advice from a man who couldn’t keep interest in a woman for longer than a week wasn’t what he needed right now.

_____________

You pour the boiling water into your mug and stir it around so that all the coffee grounds dissolve before adding sugar. You hear a noise from down the hall and assume the meeting is over. The boys come wandering into the kitchen and sit at the table, apart from Raph who stands opposite you. He winces when he looks at your chin.

“Pretty, isn’t it” you say gesturing to your face. He doesn’t reply but the boys turn to look at you and then at Raph with anger in their eyes. It was one of their rules to never lay hands on a woman, even the ones they has killed they were pretty gentle with beforehand but to hurt a significant other was an entirely different ball park however, this wouldn’t be the first time Raphael had broken this rule.

“Raph” Leo says sternly. “We’ll be having words later” 

Raph didn’t doubt that but, for now, he needed to talk to you.

“can we have a word in the other room?” He says sheepishly.

You follow him upstairs to your bedroom and once inside he shuts the door.

“I don;t know what to say”

“Sorry would be a good start” you suggest.

“I’m sorry” he stares down at his feet.

“Tell me about her”

“What?”

“Tell me about the girl you fucked and killed. It was her dying wish? What sort of psycho wants to fuck her killer?”

“I- I wasn’t entirely honest about who it was”

This is an immediate red flag for you. He wasn’t honest. Was it someone you knew? A friend? And why would he kill them? 

“It was Jess”

Jessica Brian, a woman he had known since before Splinter died. She always had a thing for him, you could just smell it and you never liked her for that so her passing wasn’t exactly traumatic for you. But he knew her and he liked her and he fucked her. She had been there for him when Splinter died and they became good friends so why did he kill her?

Raph could see the questions building up in your head

“She got a new boyfriend, Casey Jones, that detective. He was using her for information on us and a few tings slipped through the cracks so she had to go. It’s a shame really.”

“Oh yeah it’s such a shame that you had to put your dick in a beautiful woman, I really feel for you” you raise your voice.

“Listen to me!” he begs “It meant nothing to me, but everything to her. That’s the only reason I would do it besides, Mikey was egging me on”

I’m gonna kill Mikey you thought to yourself, how typical of him to get between you and Raph. Mikey had never really liked you, he trusted you but not liked. He thought you were too volatile for Raph and maybe he was right but fuck him for doing that. For going as far as to make Raph betray you, you know deep down that really it’t not his fault, it’s Raphael’s but you’re still so full of rage that you’ll take it out on anyone at this time.

“So her dying wish is to finally have you, and you what? Just forgot about me?”

“I thought you’d never find out”

That was the kicker. You always said you’d never keep secrets from each other, even if they hurt and this one felt like a punch to the gut. You were bubbling with rage and didn’t know any way to contain it. You had only one idea and it wasn’t a good one.

“NO RAPH!” you scream at the top of your lungs. He gives you a very confused look, not sure what you’re playing at.

“PLEASE, PLEASE JUST GET AWA- NO!” you’re howling now “PLEASE DON;T I’M BEGGING YOU!” you slap yourself hard in the face and this is when Raph catches on. Knocking everything from your vanity onto the floor it makes a crashing sound and you can hear his brothers running up the stairs to your rescue. Quickly you get into the corner of the room and begin to cower as Leo, Donnie and Mikey burst through the door and restrain Raph as he’s walking towards you. Leo throws a punch and it sends him flying onto the bed where Mikey jumps on top of him and begins to pull him out of the room with the help of Leo. Donnie comes towards you slowly and places a gentle hand on your knee

“You ok?” he asks sincerely 

“I will be” you sniffle, trying to hold back a sly smile.

You wondered what they would do to him but decided you didn’t really care since even that one punch was the least he deserved.

_______________

It’s been a few hours and it’s starting to get dark outside. You’re in the living room lighting up some incense and you watch as the smoke lifts up into the air, dissipating a few feet up above the stick. The room fills with the scent of smokey rose and you lie back on the sofa. Maybe you had taken it too far earlier but, then again, he betrayed your trust completely and you needed to do something to let your anger out.

Raph and Leo enter the room, Leo eyes you suspiciously clearly still not sure as to weather he should believe the events of earlier.

“Play nice now, you two.” he says “You’ll be the death of me, I swear it” he says gesturing between you and Raph before leaving the room. You watch as he goes and notice how good his ass looks in those tailored pants he always wears. Maybe you should have gone for Leo last night instead.

“That was cute, earlier” Raph begins “Really had me in the dog house with them”

You smile coyly, it was exactly what he deserved. Now he had a matching bruise on his jaw courtesy of Leo.

Raph sits on the sofa by your feet, places a hand on your ankle and begins to rub at it with his thumb back and forth. You knew he could be gentle sometimes, it was moments like this that reminded you why you were with him. Getting past that rough tough exterior and to the heart of this man was the best thing you ever did. You get that warm and cosy feeling inside that only Raph has ever been able to bring out in you.

“Did it hurt?” you ask, pointing at his face

“I’ll live” he replies.

You know you need to talk about last night but you’re unsure as to how to bring it up. Hey Raph, wanna tell me again why you fucked Jess, destroyed my trust in you and lied about it? Seemed a tad too forward. Raph leans in and kisses you on the lips sweetly, looking into his eyes you melt a little inside. It was so difficult to stay angry at him even though he gave you every reason.

“What do we do now?” 

He frowns slightly in thought

“Well, if this were one of your soppy romance books, this would be the part where I spill my heart to you and then you forgive me” he says

“Well then, I’m all ears”

“Jess has-had” he corrected himself “Been in my life for years, she was like family and you know the old man wasn’t keen on humans. With the anniversary coming up and her betraying us and what we had to do to her....When she asked for me...How was I supposed to say no? Aside from you she was the only one there for me after dad died and I felt like I owed her something even at the cost of hurting you.She was terrified and shaking and I think she just wanted to feel safe again so I did it and I’m sorry and I know I messed up. I’d take it back if I could and I mean that”

This was Raph’s go to line- that he’d take it back but, he seemed earnest and the sad puppy look on his face cut you deep. It wasn’t like now he’d said that you were going to forgive him, it would take a lot of time to do that, but at least you could move forward together. You know that at least the next three fights you have will be about this, though. For now, however, you let him put his arm around you and you snuggle into the nook in his shoulder.

“tell me I’m yours” you murmur

“You’re mine, baby. Mine and mine alone”

You smile into him and breath in his scent deeply.

“If you ever do it again, I’ll cut you”

He laughs dryly, knowing that you mean it.  You stay like that for a while letting the room grow darker around you as you sit in silence simply holding one another. The incense burns out and the house become quiet so you decide to head back to your room to go to bed.

Under the covers you face the wall with Raph behind you, one arm wrapped around you protectively. You much preferred this to the night before, falling asleep alone and sobbing and although you’re sure there will be more nights like that in your future, for now you allow yourself to live in this moment where you are safe and loved with the man of your dreams beside you.

Fin

[selfless1978]

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BROWN AND BLUE

“Leo?”

The eldest looked up from the book he really wasn’t reading. The pages seemed to be just a blur of nothingness in front of him. He sighed and closed it before putting it down. More and more his hobbies seemed to fail in bringing him any kind of comfort.

“What is it, April?” The large turtle asked as he got to his feet to greet her and Casey as they walked in. It didn’t escape his notice that both looked a little hesitant to disturb him.

“Chief Vincent is asking for your help.” April herself looked at the large turtle, her eyes full of sympathy. “I...told her that you guys might not be ready yet, but she’s pretty desperate. She does send her condolences and understanding. She wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t pretty bad.”

Leo looked away from her, tears building in his eyes. Tears he was quick to hide by turning and walking away towards the kitchen.

April and Casey exchanged a worried look, not sure what was running through the leader’s mind.

“What does she want?” Leo asked over his shoulder. A shoulder that was drooped in defeat. He continued his trek towards the kitchen, needing something to soothe his mind. Couldn’t he even mourn his loss in peace?

“She didn’t really go into many details. There is a problem topside with an individual. They can’t catch her much less contain.” The couple followed him into the kitchen where the large turtle was making some tea. “But she did tell me this person is very dangerous and unstable. She’s suffered some losses trying to corral her on her own. Leo, it sounds pretty serious.”

“Very.” Casey chipped in. “She keeps blowing shit up. Personally I think what ever is going on is out of their league.”

“Which is why she is asking for your help.” April leaned on the doorframe, watching her friend as he made his tea.

Leo was quiet a long moment. This simple seeming task taking all of his attention. Only when his cup was finished and was about to be set to steep did he speak again. “I see.” He still didn’t turn to face the pair. 

Then the cup was almost slammed onto the counter top as he whirled around. The hot liquid sloshing over the sides. Both humans winced. 

“I just lost my father and she wants me to go put out her fires?”

“Leo, people are getting hurt.” April kept her tone calm. “She doesn’t know what else to do.”

Leo’s eyes remained hard for a long moment. The struggle to balance his grief out with the dire situation was clear to see on his face. And it wasn’t an easy one for him. “Fine.” He finally sighed in defeat. “We’ll meet with her tonight. Usual time and place.”

April and Casey nodded. Casey turned to leave, but April stepped forward and wrapped her friend in a hug. “I know this is hard, Leo. I miss him too.”

Leo didn’t say anything as he accepted the hug. There was nothing he could say that would make any of this better.

.

.

They arrived to find Chief Vincent already waiting for them. A folder in her hand and an anxious expression on her face. Some of the tension left her features at the sight of the four brothers, only to rise again at the obvious signs of grief on all of them. Mikey was somber and quiet, Raph was glaring at her while Donnie looked like he didn’t even want to be out here. Even Leo’s gaze was hard as he approached.

“Thank you for coming.” 

Only a brief nod was her reply from the leader.

“I’m sorry for-”

“Just get on with it.” Raph growled. “Your condolences ain’t gonna bring him back.”

The woman just nodded and handed over the file to Leo, not wanting to anger the big turtle any further. 

“This her?” Leo asked as he opened the file and began to browse.

“Yes. Her name is Victoria Self. A few months ago her children were put into foster care. They stayed in State custody while she was told to get her life on track.’

Leo frowned a little as he browsed through more. “Not signs of any criminal history. Nothing.”

“She didn’t have anything.” Vincent agreed. “Been clean. Served a few years in the military, got out and lived a normal life. Got married, had two kids, divorced. She only came onto our radar because her kids were taken. Even then she seemed ok. Came to visit them every week. But no progress was made to better her situation so they stayed in foster care. Then, about a month ago, the kids were forcefully taken from the social worker. The attack put him in the hospital in critical condition. But he was able to tell us that it was her.”

“How so?” Leo handed the file to Donnie so he could look over it.

“He heard the kids call her Mom.”

Leo nodded. “Go on.”

“Obviously, we went to arrest her. I don’t know how, but she managed to take down the entire swat team and five or six patrol officers. Leonardo, all of them claim she moved impossibly fast and beat them easily before destroying the vehicles.”

“One woman took down all of them?” Raph raised a brow.

“Yes. Very easily. And-”

“Chief Vincent!”  

For the second time tonight she was being cur off, this time by her assistant running forward. Her face pale. “There was an attack on a federal prison in Georgia! Almost the entire compound was destroyed!”

“What?”

“That’s not all.” Jade continued, handing over another file. “There was also reports of a woman assaulting two individuals in a truck stop in Tennessee. They were able to get pictures of the perpetrator from the security cameras. It was her.”

The police chief began to swear under her breath as she took the file. Which Leo immediately took himself. He opened it and pulled out the pictures within. Indeed it was the same woman that was pictured in the other file. 

“There were numerous injuries. And one causality. One of the inmates was found with his head caved in. With a hammer, of all things.”

“Do we have information on the inmate?”

“Yes ma’am. One Rudy Barlow. Sentenced for murder and child molestation.”

Once more Leo took the file and handed it over to Donnie. “See what else you can dig up.” Donnie nodded. It was rapidly becoming clear to him that his friends were indeed right to pass the message along. For just a single woman to do all this and avoid, or better said beat, her way out of capture was indeed no small matter. “Have her children been seen anywhere?”

“So far, no.” Jade answered. “All the footage we get from her are short, fleeting ones. But none of them have the children with her or anywhere near her.”

Leo nodded. They must have been taken and hidden somewhere. That meant she was going out alone. She would return to the city just to get them if for no other reason. “Alright, Chief Vincent. We’ll look into it.”

“Thank you.” She looked relieved. “I didn’t want to put this on you. But didn’t know what else to do. She has easily taken down or just flat out outran any of my officers. We just can’t get our hands on her.”

Leo looked up to the heavens a moment. His eyes lost in the stars as he searched for something he could never see. A low sigh escaping the mentally weary turtle. He wanted nothing more than to just hide in his home and come to terms with things, but he knew his father would frown upon him letting the chaos continue. Chaos that seemed to be ramping up. 

“It’s fine.” He said quietly in return. “Father would have wanted us look into it. To stop the casualties if nothing else.”

Leo then turned and headed toward the edge of the rooftop. There was nothing else he could do here. Donnie needed time to look the files over and see if he could find more information on her. “We’ll keep in touch.”

He then led his brothers off of the rooftop and out into the night.