#he does ask if raph can be on the bottom next time in the first panel

[soepwashere]

I was rereading the rise comics recently and I feel the need to point out that Mikey is carrying Raph and Leo on his shoulders so casually in these panels

[dandylovesturtles]

TREAT! 100 ft Away Mikey and Raph >:3

Thank you Wren for indulging me by asking about my babies c:

100ft is divided into two arcs, escape arc and recovery arc (you know, in the hypothetical future where I actually write the fic lol). Because Mikey and Raph are separated for escape arc, this is set in recovery arc. That means it's a spoiler but eh... I'm just releasing things about this AU when I feel like it haha. Skip it if you want to, though.

To give you a quick idea of where the boys are at coming into this arc, Mikey has been pretty aggressively asserting his independence from Leo (much to Leo's dismay) because he knows it's better for both of them, and Leo is also upset that Mikey is trying to get closer to Donnie and Raph, who he views as dangerous. Meanwhile, Raph and Donnie have gotten pretty close; Raph is still in a dissociative state where he doesn't talk and he still acts pretty animalistic, but he's improving the more Donnie, April, and Splinter interact with him.

Anyway no real warnings for this one.

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Mikey stares at his ceiling, fingers tangled up tight in his blanket. The last tendrils of the nightmare curl cold around him, chasing away any hope of returning to sleep.

There's a steady drumbeat in his pulse telling him to go to Leo.

But he can't go to Leo. He can't, because having separate rooms was his idea. If he goes to Leo with every trouble he has, they'll fall right back into the same routine they've had the last ten years. They'll never move forward.

He knows all that. But he's scared. His heartbeat is loud and the room is so dark and he's terrified and more than anything he wants his big brother.

And it occurs to Mikey for maybe the first time that he has other big brothers here.

Leo wouldn't be happy about it. But what Leo doesn't know won't hurt him.

Slowly, carefully, Mikey crawls out of his hammock, dragging his blanket with him. The concrete floor of the sewer is cold, but it's not much different from the rock back in the facility. The familiarity doesn't really help with the terror in his veins.

He creeps out past his curtain and into the atrium. Artificial light streams in through the glass above, shining down on the big space and the swirling water. It's quiet in here, only the faint sound of Splinter's TV filtering in from the other room. It occurs to Mikey briefly that he could go there instead, but he still feels a little awkward with Splinter. And he doesn't want to worry him, anyway.

He creeps along the walkway, careful to be especially quiet as he passes Leo's room. He wouldn't be surprised if Leo is awake; he never looks like he slept more than a couple hours every morning. If he finds out Mikey is up, it'll be all over.

But he makes it past the blue curtain without attracting any attention; relief spikes through him, and he barely holds back a sigh.

The red curtain is next in line, and this one Mikey draws back.

Raph's is the biggest of the alcoves they're using as rooms; appropriate, since he dwarfs the rest of them. Even now, after a full month, Mikey's still shocked by how huge Raph is. He could easily crush any of them if he wanted to.

And yet he's gentle. He's never been anything other than careful with them. No matter what Leo thinks, their big brother is still in there. That, Mikey's sure of.

He creeps into the room, letting the curtain fall closed behind him, and surveys the room. Raph has a big bed, but he's laying on the nest of pillows and blankets they've made for him instead. He doesn't seem to understand the purpose of the bed, and they don't push it.

It's not unoccupied, though; Mikey can just see the tip of Donnie's snout where it peeks out from under a pile of blankets. He used to sleep buried in the mud at the bottom of his enclosure; maybe the blankets feel the same.

Donnie isn't afraid of Raph; Donnie sleeps in here more often than he does his own room. That gives Mikey courage, and he moves further into the room.

He freezes when Raph suddenly stirs, raising his head and opening bleary eyes, sniffing the air. He's not aggressive, just curious, trying to figure out who's there.

Mikey lets out a soft chirp, because Raph seems to understand that better than speech.

Raph sniffs a little longer, then lets out a soft chuff. Then he rolls onto his side, making space.

Mikey takes that as his cue to dive into the blanket nest.

Ever so gently, Raph settles back down on his stomach next to Mikey. He wraps one arm around Mikey, pulling until Mikey is cradled close to his side. He gives Mikey one more snuffle, making Mikey giggle, then chuffs again and lays his head back down.

Mikey feels warm and cozy and safe wrapped up under his big brother's arm. The last of the nightmare fades away, a comfortable drowsiness taking its place.

Mikey falls asleep hugging Raph's arm.

[cloudywithachanceofautism]

HERE ARE MY MAIN SIX ‘12 HEADCANNONS

Very slight nsfw

Raph

My boy is a bisexual king and we love him for that.

Has a massive praise kink, call him a good boy or how good hes doing and he’ll melt

Autistic (totally not projecting)

Listens to metal and is the embodiment of ‘can you feel my heart’ by bmth (again, really not projecting)

He has severe anxiety and since Leo’s coma it’s only worsened, Spike is the only one who actually knows but his brothers are onto it as well, because of the panic attacks

Has learned sign language, trash talks with Donnie.

They use he/they pronouns, has tried she pronouns but wasn’t comfortable

Transmasc, i saw the headcannon and I will forever stand by this too.

He feels at fault for Splinter’s death

They are polyamorous, no further explanation he just is.

Casey was his first kiss.

The brain worm left him with severe headaches and balance issues

PTSD

Loves gossipping, has in fact bonded with Karai and Shini because of it

And Mona is there to hear it

After Alopex joined the mutanimals, she, Casey, Raph and Mona became total besties.

Raph loves doing selfcare as a way of destressing, no one knows this except April

Wears eyeliner sometimes and helps Karai with hers too

Leo

This boy is so gay, like Fruity™️

Usagi comfirmed it

Karai knows and is number 1 leosagi fan

Uses mainy he/they pronouns, has sometimes used she pronouns too

BOTTOM WITH EMPHASIS ON BOTTOM

Can be soo sassy when he wants to be

Has PTSD

Really likes Imagine Dragons

Plays minecraft

They got stoned on pot brownies that Casey brought to the lair once

Kinda gets stoned more often now

But he’s responsible and only does it when hes at the farmhouse because of lesser threats, he, Raph and Casey do it together

Loves coffee more than tea

Mikey

Absolutely pansexual, like no debate

ADHD and dyslexic

Uses they/she pronouns but honestly doesn’t mind any

Defenitely sumn going on between them and Leatherhead, defenitely.

Has a giant pansexual flag in their room at her bedframe

Switch

Knows tons of languages like spanish, french and a little bit of german

Really dislikes the taste of coffee

She is terrifying when angry

Donnie

Biromantic ace no doubt no further explanation.

100% autistic

Uses he/him pronouns mostly but honestly does not care cus gender is a social construct.

Has gotten stoned with Leo sometimes

When it’s fall he’ll pester April to get a PSL every. Single. Day.

Casey

BI FUCKING SEXUAL, EMBODIMENT OF BISEXUALITY

He/she/they pronouns, very comfortable in his masculinity though.

Listens to P!ATD and jams out with Raph

He loves cuddles, like physical affection is his love language.

Hardcore stoner

Thinks Leo’s voice is super fucking hot

Does weightlifting next to hockey and is in fact strong enough to lift each of the turtles

Really wants to learn martial arts but he has no patience for the basics

April

She has severe anxiety after her dad got captured

Bonds with Raph best next to Donnie

Had an emo phase when she was 14

Wears contacts

She wanted to give her tessen to Karai, but Karai refused and told her to keep them.

She’s a lightweight, one glass of wine is enough

Has often checked on Raph after Splinter’s death, big sister mode™️ was very much activated

As a group+ other friends

They have game night every friday

When Casey and April stay the night, they all make breakfast together while jamming to their favorite music

When April asks for clothing advise, the boys will take it very seriously

They have a discord server , the main six have their own seperate channel called “the lair” but all their friends are in the server and can ask to be added to the call at any time.

They have given lair parties

During those parties they play games like ‘spin the bottle’ or ‘truth or dare’

Raph paints all the girl’s nails because of his steady hands.

Mona, April, Karai, Shini and Renet have girls nights on saturday, it makes Karai feel like a proper teen.

[rivailshootin]

I keep thinking about p!Leo with F!Donnie. or p!Leo with F!Leo, even

tw: nsfw, teasing, a bit of S&M, accidental voyeurism at the end

are we. are we allowed to post these kinda things on tumblr. I'm not sure I'm prepared for twitter. I haven't thought this through

they're both so much bigger than p!Leo, I bet if they sandwiched him between them you would barely even see him - and p!Leo is just a flustered mess between them, because goddammit this is his twin who dislikes physical contact and super hot and competent version of himself from the future.

F!Leo and F!Donnie already having an established relationship and deciding to mess with p!Leo. F!Donnie making sure to give p!Leo more attention than usual, lingering touches while passing by, subtly showing off his arms and such

meanwhile, F!Leo takes advantage of p!Leo’s admiration of himself - calling him to train to show him some moves, pressing himself against p!Leo's back to fix his posture, casually grabbing him by the waist and leaning towards his face when giving him advice

all while Leo is having a crisis because is he really that narcissistic? did he always feel like that about Donnie, does he need to review their whole relationship? having a whole spiral that just gets shut down the moment F!Donnie puts a hand on his shoulder while asking him if he wants to spend evening with him and F!Leo while everyone else is out. Splinter is on vacation thanks to Barry, humans are at April's and the boys are probably on a patrol, it's been pretty quiet after the invasion so while thinking it's a bit weird they don't mind when Leo tells them he's hanging back with the future twins

the moment Raph, Donnie and Mikey are gone the game between F!Leo and F!Donnie starts - who can crack down p!Leo first. if p!Leo was flustered before, now his face matches his markings. pressing p!Leo into their sides, talking right beside his ear slits, at one point they play some games together and p!Leo keeps losing because he's too distracted by their hands on his thighs.

eventually, p!Leo ends up in F!Leo's lap with F!Donnie right next to them, when it gets too much and he finally gives up, grinding onto F!Leo's thigh. immediately after everything freezes, before F!Leo chuckles and grabs p!Leo's hips and pushing him down as he's moving his leg up, grinding p!Leo onto his thigh just like he had done so himself moments prior

F!Donnie, watching all this joins into the action and starts whispering sweet filth into p!Leo's throat, one of his hands moving to squeeze p!Leo's tail, making p!Leo drop into his shorts. it's not long before they have him moaning and twitching, nearing p!Leo's release when both of them abruptly stop. p!Leo doesn't even realise he started whining until he feels fingers at his entrance, pushing into him before he has a chance to protest. the burn is there and it's extremely uncomfortable, even with how wet p!Leo is. the digit starts moving inside him, stopping shortly after with a small 'tsk' and mutterings about needing to fetch lube.

the Leos wait together for Donnie to return, F!Leo checking with p!Leo that he's actually okay with what's happening and getting positive answer in return. F!Donnie returns and pushes p!Leo to sit on his knees above F!Leo's leg, taking off his shorts in the process and throwing them aside, p!Leo winds his arms around F!Leo's neck and F!Donnie moves to stand plastron to carapace with p!Leo. this time with lube, F!Donnie's fingers return to p!Leo's entrance, pushing obscene moan from his mouth. F!Leo starts pressing kisses onto the younger's face, throat, and shoulders, letting out a startled groan when he feels hands on his dick. F!Donnie started jerking him off from around p!Leo, pulling out his fingers and moving p!Leo's arms to jerk off F!Leo. when F!Donnie's satisfied, he moves away from them both and lines up with p!Leo's entrance, smoothly ramming his dick in and bottoming out with one thrust.

p!Leo is seeing stars and the burn is back, just as his cock is weeping from the lack of attention but he's too far gone to do anything except to keep begging for more and grinding back onto F!Donnie's dick. he drags p!Leo further down on the couch as he's pulling back his hips, until p!Leo is low enough for F!Leo to push p!Leo's head onto his dick. not giving p!Leo any chance to adjust to the new position - F!Leo knows himself, knows he likes it rough - F!Leo starts sharply thrusting into p!Leo's mouth while F!Donnie sets a brutal pace, sighing his claws into p!Leo's hips. F!Donnie and F!Leo synchronise so they're pushing in at the same time, stuffing p!Leo from both ends at the same time. with a particularly rough thrust from F!Donnie, p!Leo lets out a high-pitched wail around F!Leo's cock, strangled curse the only warning he gets before F!Leo is grabbing him by his nape and pushing his head down until he's choking on his dick with snout pressed against F!Leo's pelvis, cum shooting down his throat, giving him no choice but to swallow.

F!Donnie continues to slam into p!Leo, intent on making him cum untouched, right hand on p!Leo's hip while the other keeps squeezing Leo's thigh and ass. knowing he's not gonna last long, he bends over and sharply bites down on p!Leo's shoulder, strong enough to make him thrash and start warbling around F!Leo's dick still lodged in his throat. with one last powerful thrust F!Donnie pushes over the edge, his load shooting inside of p!Leo setting off his own orgasm. when F!Donnie's caught his breath enough, he pulls out and gathers p!Leo into his arms with shaky legs, heading for the bathroom. F!Leo cleans up after their activities before joining them in the shower for the 2nd round.

p!Donnie knew his twin was behaving weirdly when he told them he wasn't going to join them on patrol, but decided he's gonna find out what's that about later. when he and his brothers returned home, the trio was already asleep. Raph and Mikey thought they just got tired, but p!Donnie had a feeling there was something more to it. and behold, when he checked the security tapes, he quickly found what made p!Leo behave so weirdly. even after jerking off to the recording, it wasn't enough and no matter how much he tried nothing helped, making him go to the bed aroused and frustrated.

[bluejay-writes]

Heaven is a Misnomer - Chapter 10

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Rating: Teen Chapter 10 Wordcount: 3074 Characters/Relationships: Jake (Exchange student OC) / Raphael Summary: Jake learns some things about Raphael, and invites him to movie night at Azrael's.

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Chapter 10: I did it for you.

When Jake and Bunny got to the gym, someone was busily pedaling a stationary bike in the machine room. Jake was curious, but he didn’t automatically feel terrified, so it wasn’t Michael, and he decided to leave whoever it was to their workouts. Besides, if it was Fen or Gabriel, they might get spooked by Jake and Bunny barging in where they were working out, and the last thing Jake wanted was to spook someone out of taking care of themselves.

He’d shed the hoodie before they left, knowing that he’d be way too warm in it. The Celestial Realm’s ‘perfect 75 degree weather’ was actually a touch warm for jogging outdoors, given that he came from a cold weather climate. So there he was, in his demon-approved workout wear, stretching carefully before doing lunges with Bunny. It was leg day, after all.

That was the perfect time for the person on the bike to decide they were warmed up enough to come lift. Bunny glanced up and smiled at whoever it was who came in. Jake could hear them racking a few weights onto a bar, but decided not to be nosy, and just finished out his stretching routine. His politeness and commitment to privacy meant that he had no idea who was behind him when Bunny suggested they start with some lateral lunges - for stability, she said. That made sense to Jake, and it’s the same thing they started with last week.

Halfway through the set, Bunny’s phone starts ringing, and she grumbles, but moves smoothly from her lunge over to the shelf she’d set her phone on. While this is happening, a sharp gasp rings out from behind them, and the heart-stopping sound of a barbell hitting the floor and bouncing just that little bit causes Jake to turn around mid lunge in a panic, half to his feet when he realizes the person behind him lifting was none other than Raphael.

In what felt like a fraction of a second, Jake was in front of Raphael, checking him over top to bottom and then carefully looking at his hands to make sure that he’s okay, muttering quietly the entire time, mostly to himself except that he’s admonishing Raphael while he does it.

“You really should have someone spotting for you when you’re lifting like this, Raph. What if no one was here and you hurt yourself with that drop? You lift as much as Bunny does, with this body of yours, you can’t let it get hurt just because you’re a compulsive loner!”

Raphael caught both of Jake’s fluttering concerned hands in his own, and Jake froze and looked up at him, eyes wide. Why was this damned angel so tall, anyway? Like, Jake was tall to start with but Raphael made him feel short. Sure, it was only like two inches, but that was plenty when they were this close.

“I’m fine.” was all he said, and Jake realized what he’d been doing and how close he was to the discipline angel, pulling his hands away and backing up a few steps to give Raphael some space. Oh. Oh no, I even nicknamed him. Angels don’t like that. Go ahead, dig yourself deeper, Jakey.

Before either of them could say anything else, Bunny walked between them.

“Aya needs my help with something, so I am going to go check up on her. Jake, I’ll just do squats later, you should spot for this idiot before he hurts himself.” The gruffness of her tone did not match her usual chipper nature, and both Jake and Raphael turned concerned looks on her as she left the gym.

“Well.” Jake said into the silence that reigned after her departure. “That just happened.”

“It did.” Raphael said, and Jake realized his cheeks were slightly pink. “She’s not wrong. And neither were you. I should have had someone spotting for me. I know better, I just…” He trailed off, and Jake wondered what he was thinking that would make him lift like that without help.

“Listen.” Jake said quietly, as if a normal volume might change the situation too much. “I can’t spot you for what you’re lifting, I’m not strong enough. But I spot Bunny for 200s, if that’s okay? Smaller weight, more reps?”

“Yeah.” Raphael said, matching his volume. “I could do that.” After a moment, he took the extra plates off of his bar, carefully checking them for damage before racking them.

“Actually, if you’re spotting, can we do bench?”

“So.” Raphael said, once they were settled into a routine. “I didn’t take you for a lifter.”

“I’m not.” Jake said, plainly. “Bunny asked me to spot for her right after the program started, and she’s been training me ever since I agreed the once. It’s actually been good for my anxiety. I feel safer, for whatever reason.”

“You can fight back, if you’re stronger.” Raphael said, and Jake sensed that he was saying it with understanding, not just theory. Moments later, he confirmed that with what he said next. “I used to be really afraid of almost everything. Then I started training, and it got better, knowing if I needed to, I was strong enough, fast enough. That I could protect myself. Now, it’s just habit.”

“But you’re the angel of discipline.” Jake said, confused. “Aren’t you like, the strongest?”

Raphael laughed, a mocking bark of a laugh that Jake wasn’t expecting. “That’s my title. Mostly, I like to rain spears down on people. It’s fun, and I’m more than a little bit deadly with one. But I’m not the strongest by far. I’m just Michael’s attack dog. The one he sends out if he needs something… handled.”

Jake shivered. He understood that laugh a bit, now. But it made him a little more uncomfortable with Raphael living next door.

“So you moved in next to me in case I needed that extra bit of discipline.” He said, eyes firmly on the bar, and not meeting Raphael’s.

“No.” Raphael said, racking the bar and sitting up so he could meet Jake’s eye. “That’s not it at all. I asked Michael to let me handle the exchange program because I was worried about you.”

“Me?”

Raphael looked away for a moment, his cheeks darkening just slightly, before meeting his eyes again. Jake didn’t know how to take that at all.

“You, especially. But everyone else, as well. Michael has… a temper. A need to control. And you were pushing his buttons constantly. And as a normal human, he can’t force a covenant to make you toe the line.”

“Azrael said something similar.” Jake said, nodding.

“I knew, if I offered to handle it, he’d relax. So… I’m handling it. Which mostly means just being around in case anyone needs anything. The most it is for me is a smaller room for a year. I can cope.”

Jake chuckled. “Well, if you ever need more space to relax or work on classwork, I have way more space than I need, just knock.”

“Jake, thank you.” Raphael said softly, as they got back to the hallway that led to their rooms. “I really appreciate you being willing to spot me.”

“Anytime, Raphael. Seriously, I actually enjoy spotting for you strong folks. It inspires me.”

They parted ways, and Jake took himself through the shower, spending far too long thinking about a certain ash-blonde angel.

Jake was bouncing around his room, gathering things he’d need for the movie night they’d planned. It was the sort of low-key fun that he and Nia always had, and he was pleased to have made a few good friends here in the Celestial Realm so that they could spend one of their rare off-nights doing this.

“Jake?” Raphael’s voice called from his doorway, and he turned to see the angel, leaning casually on the doorframe.

“Hey Raph.” Jake said, and winced as he saw the light pink appear on Raphael’s cheeks. “Sorry. Raphael. What can I do for you?”

“Well.” He said quietly. “You don’t have to stop calling me that. Just… I won’t be able to respond to it in front of Michael, okay?”

“Really?” Jake grinned, his entire face lighting up. “Thank you.” He couldn’t really explain just how much that meant to him, but he hoped that Raphael understood. Either way… that was two angels who accepted his nicknames. Out of three angels he’d reasonably call his friends, that felt monumental.

“Yes, really. Also, I… got this for you.” Raphael was holding a hoodie that did the same gradient from blue to gold that the undersides of his usual angel attire did. “I’ve only worn it a few times, but I thought you might enjoy having a hoodie that didn’t require you to make sweater paws just to function.”

Jake could tell that his cheeks were red, because they felt like they were on fire. So did his ears. He walked over and took the hoodie from Raphael, immediately exchanging it for the oversized purple monstrosity he’d gotten from Bunny. It was impossibly soft, and while still a little bit large for him, it was in the “this is my boyfriend’s” way, and not in the “I stole this from a giant” way. Aaaaand Jake had probably better not think of it in the stealing clothes from his boyfriend way either. Friend, though… friend was good.

“Thank you.” he said, eyes shining as he looked up at Raphael after half-zipping the hoodie. “It’s incredibly soft.” He paused a moment, and then followed his heart. “You wouldn’t want to come to movie night in Azrael’s room tonight, would you?” Jake was still rather surprised that she even left her room for classes. Suddenly, Jake wondered when she did her angel of death bit, if she was always in her room. Well. He could ask her later.

“Am I invited?” Raphael said, looking a little bit stunned, which given his propensity for non-expression meant that he was very stunned.

“Of course! Movie night was my idea, so it’s my party. We’re just having it at Azrael’s room because she’s a hermit who doesn’t like to leave her room unless someone insists that she must.”

“Fair.” He said, his expression once more neutral. “I’d be happy to come along.”

Jake was excited to get to spend more time with his new friends. It was ostensibly movie night but he had a feeling they’d probably end up playing a game or something that allowed them to chat more, once the movie was over. Hopefully bringing Raphael along wouldn’t be a problem, but he’d smooth it over if it was. They all seemed like they’d get along just fine if Michael weren’t involved, anyway.

Jake swanned into Azrael’s room like he owned the place, Raphael trailing after him a bit like a lost puppy. Bunny and Aya were already there with Azrael and Feniel. There was one spot left on the couch for Jake, they clearly hadn’t been expecting him to bring along a wayward Angel of Discipline.

“Hey, fam! I invited Raphael to join me!” he said, plopping down next to Feniel. Aya and Azrael were in the lounge chairs, with Bunny holding down the floor next to Aya’s chair, since she took up the whole couch by herself if she sat there, and she was perfectly happy with a pillow and the floor.

Raphael took one look at the way the room was arrayed, and settled himself on the floor in front of Jake, leaning against his legs. Jake knew he was blushing, but luckily Raphael was looking the other way, so he would never know.

Azrael was the first to recover, and she just laughed. “Trust the wayward Human to bring their own plus one. It’s fine though, Shiny turned us down, she’s working on a paper tonight that she failed to work on for the last three weeks. Her loss, we’re watching Howl’s Moving Castle tonight.”

Jake grinned. This was one of Nia’s favorites, he’d have to message her about it. He pulled out his phone, and once he’d messaged her, his phone beeped with three incoming messages.

“Oh, better put that on silent.” He said, somewhat breathily at the messages in front of him.

Aya > Jake: Nice new threads - steal them from your boyfriend?

Feniel > Jake: Raphael? Really? How’d you tear him away from his Michael worship?

Raphael > Jake: Please do tell me if I am being too familiar. I wanted to follow Yboun’dih’s lead in sitting on the floor, and I thought you’d be most comfortable with me in your space, when compared to Feniel and Azrael.

Azrael had turned the lights off with voice commands (a neat bit of tech, but also somewhat creepy) so Jake knew he couldn’t respond on his phone, so he did the best he could otherwise. A wink to Aya, a shrug to Fen, and a reassuring shoulder squeeze for Raphael.

The movies had been wonderful. And, if he was being honest with himself, it was mostly because Raphael had actually relaxed against him after the first half hour or so rather than being mister tense. It was also because Jake felt like he was actually relaxing with friends for the first time in months, but he’d also come to terms with his situation. He had a massive crush on Raphael. Spotting for him in the gym gave him time to really get a sense for the angel, and what he’d learned… well, there was one good thing about being trapped in the Celestial Realm for the rest of this year. And it was the eye candy that was his dorm neighbor.

Jake startled when his phone made a little chirp. He hadn’t put it on silent yet. That was step one. Step two was checking his messages. Oh! Nia.

Nia > Jake: Hey, Jakey, you awake? Jake > Nia: Nia. It’s like 4am there, what are you doing awake? Nia > Jake: It’s 2 there, I could be asking the same thing. Jake > Nia: I just got home from movie night. Unintentional double feature because Azrael found out that Raph hadn’t seen Spirited Away, so… Nia > Jake: That’s a tragedy! Jake > Nia: Agreed. Anyway, why are you texting me at 4am? Nia > Jake: I made a pact with Beel.

Jake blinked. That’s a second pact. And not with the boy she’s interested in. Either of them. Or, was she interested in this one too? Beel seemed like a boy Bunny, maybe a hungrier one, but. A real himbo, from what Nia’s said. He didn’t disapprove, even if it wasn’t up to him.

Jake > Nia: Whoa. Two pacts! Nia > Jake: Yeah.

Should he say it? He had to say it.

Jake > Nia: And you’re still the legal owner of your soul, I hope. Nia > Jake: Of course I am, I honestly just agreed to go out to basically every human-safe Devildom restaurant. Jake > Nia: You agreed to endless dates as an exchange for protection from Mr. Beefy? Nia > Jake: I mean… yeah, that’s a pretty good description.

That was one hell of a deal, really. But… Well, Nia was telling him about her relationship things, even if Pacts were like the ultimate platonic commitment and not romantic like his realizations for the evening. He should still share with her even though he knew it would probably keep her from going back to sleep properly.

Jake > Nia: Well, my crush gave me one of his hoodies, so… Nia > Jake: Your crush?! How long were you going to hold out on telling me about him? Jake > Nia: I thought you’d have guessed by now.

Even as he pushed send, Jake knew it wasn’t entirely fair. Even he had only really realized it today. But he also knew how easy it was for his bestie to read him, often before he figured things out himself. She’d clocked the fact that he was gay months before he admitted it to himself. He could see the same in her, it’s why they were so close. Lucikly, they’d never had crushes on the same boy before, so that helped keep them from having petty fights. But if she was going to date every single demon, well, it was only a matter of time before they saw eye to eye on hotness. Mammon was an absolute snack.

Nia > Jake: You talk about Azrael and Feniel enough, but one’s a girl and the other you sa

Jake stared at his phone when the incomplete message popped in. Then, Nia started and stopped typing probably a dozen times before her next message came through.

Nia > Jake: HOLY SHIT IS IT RAPHAEL?!

Jake laughed so loud he had to smother his own face in his pillow to avoid waking Raphael nextdoor.

Jake > Nia: Shh, keep it down, you’ll wake the neighbors.

His phone buzzed as he was sending that message, and what he received made him laugh again, but tamer.

Raphael > Jake: Everything okay in there? Jake > Raphael: Sorry if I woke you, texting with my devildom friend. Raphael > Jake: You didn’t wake me. You and she should probably get some sleep though. Jake > Raphael: You too. Thanks again for the hoodie.

Right. Right. Stop flirting. Back to Nia.

Jake > Nia: I say, and then wake my neighbor laughing anyway. Jake > Nia: But yes. He’s so hot. And nice. And I’m pretty sure he fumbled his lift because of my spandex ass earlier. Nia > Jake: OMG what?! Jake > Nia: Aya loaned me workout clothes so I’d stop working out in jeans. Nia > Jake: And…? Jake > Nia: It’s leg day. Nia > Jake: And he fumbled a lift? Boy was checking you out! Jake > Nia: I thought so too. But he was so smooth about it, and he’s Michael’s right hand man, so… Nia > Jake: Oooooooof. Yeah. okay. Jake > Nia: I shall admire him from a respectable distance and enjoy the hell out of this hoodie. Nia > Jake: That sounds like a great plan. I am gonna… sleep. Nia > Jake: Oh right!!! I made cookies with Beel and Luke, btw. So expect a delivery #soon. Jake > Nia: 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

Jake set his device aside, making sure it was plugged in properly, and crawled into bed. Pajamas and Raphael’s hoodie? Absolutely. He slipped the eye mask that Azrael had gifted him over his eyes to keep the perpetual sun out, curled up, and slipped off to sleep with thoughts full of cute boys and impending cookies.

[dragonfairy19]

Tmnt What They Think of The Girls

Lets first start with leader in blue, Leo. He's pretty chill with Ginger and likes how she can put his hot temper brother in place. He knows that she smart, hardheaded, and just as playful as his brothers. Leo is getting to know Pira more and does see why his brothers don't want to trust her, but will still give time since SHE is one of the more quiet girls in the group. He knows that it is the matter of time that she will explain herself because of the trust they build. To Vex and Yuki, it's a different story, it does depend. Bottom line they are related to the Shredder and leave it at that. Cathrine is shy and quite and hangs only with Don. He does have the idea that she has Feeling for his brother. Hasn't met Tricks yet.

Next is Raph who just loves fighting and messing with Ginger its his way of flirting with her. He hates the fact that she always on Leo side. Defently the two of them had a love hate relationship that good friends has. Having Cathrine around is nice. She doesn't mess with like Ginger and Pira does. He doesn't trust Pira at all and thinks she is hiding something that could endanger his family. Dislike how she is getting close only to Leo. Also seeing that Mikey is scared of her and isn't trying to flirt. NO ONE scares Mikey but him. Vex is the girl he wish was on their side. She has her reason why she does what she does. Yuki on the other thing he dislike and is the reason for being on Vex's bad side. He feels that they are just in a bad spot and that they are good. Its not up to him to get them out. He doesn't know tricks but keeps hearing about her from his brother Mikey. He thinks that she is someone that his kid brother madeup.

Donnie is up and about. He love that fact there is more mutants. He love asking question about Ginger and Pira's mutation. It sometime annoys them, but they will answer all his question for him to be left alone. Ginger is pretty cool to him only for scintific reasons. He deeply doesn't turst Pira one one reason and that was when they first met. She is shady to him and Raph. Cathrine is human so he has no intrest in her, but since she April's roommate and friend he tries to be nice to her. He does think its great that he now has a lab asssiant. He is very much clueless about her feeling towards him. His brothers think that its great he has another nerd/geek to talk science to him. Just like Raph, he feels that Mikey madeup Tricks. His little brother does like to pull pranks, flirt with Ginger and Cathrine, and makes things up. So maybe he is telling him the truth. So he will play along and see where this will go. Yuki and Vex is hard to tell. He is not sure about them like the others. They say they're not mutant but its hard to believe in a lie when they are. Maybe they were human once but there not now. He won't trust them because of the fact they are related and was trained by the Shredder.

Mikey likes all the girls and get along with Tricks. She is just as flirty and playful as he is. He trust Cathrine and Ginger fully. He has a heart of gold. Pira scares the living Shit out of him and doesn't understand how Leo can trust her when she is so evil to him and his other brothers. Vex and Yuki the first female turtles he has seen and they want to kill them. The biggest red flag and he still tries to flirt with them.

[standfortheangels]

Morning and nightly rituals: you and raph!

Send one for the Mun and Muse to have a conversation comparing...

(Okay, so again I'm going to be doing this like self-insert style. I'm this one veering slightly further from my reality bc there aren't many opportunities someone as quiet as me would wind up talking to Raph. Also the way I led the first one off from the explanation meant I wound up doing it in first person, so I've done the same here for consistency's sake)

- - -

"UghhhhhHH we're still not cleared??"

"You think it was even smoke?"

"It's okay, sweetie, we'll be back inside soon."

"What is Taking so long?"

"If this is a prank and we've been stood out in the cold over it I'm going to be so mad. I swear, I will Kill whoever did this if this is a prank."

I glance over my shoulder looking for the source of that last voice.

"Not with those arms."

It's the man standing to my left I look at next. He, like me now, turns back to face front, an expression somewhere between tired and... smug? Difficult to say for sure out here; The street lights were terrible in this part of town. I glance back- it had been an odd thing to hear the man mumble to himself, but he was right. That girl's arms were practically noodles- and not the thick egg noodles. Although, this was America, so...

"Maybe she has a gun." I reply, not really thinking, and his gaze turns to me. God this man has the icy stare down pat. "Just saying..." I add with much less confidence. I don't look directly at him until I see his head turn back again.

He had on the most wrinkled, scruffy grey shirt on, sweatpants, and bare feet. 'Jesus his feet must be cold' I thought to myself. I mean, I could judge my own sleepwear- my pyjama bottoms have pineapples all over them for god's sake. But at least I managed to throw my warm little boot-slippers on. And not... What he apparently took the time to carry out under his arm.

"Why do you have a pillow?" I ask, perhaps unwisely. This time, he doesn't even look at me. Just gruffly replies, "for sleeping."

"Out here, I mean. Why did you bring it outside?"

"I don't have to answer to you." Now I get an even sharper stare from him. This guy is kind of intense.

"Okay," I sort of squeal out. Gotta pull my voice back down. "Little defensive over a question.. We all do slightly odd things when we're half asleep, I guess."

He sort of gives off this, half-groan, half-sigh and says, "I wasn't."

"What?"

"There's awake, and there's asleep. There's no such thing as half."

"Oh I beg to differ." I turn away a little, eyes off anywhere but him, but keep talking anyways. "I wind up there all the time. Like, when I first wake up in the mornings- I keep notes, so if I wake up at like, 4am, I want to write that down, and I try. But then when I wake up for real- I remember what I wrote, but I look at it and it's just gibberish. It's like, I gave my hand the right instructions, it couldn't do it, and my brain believes it when it goes 'yeah we So wrote that thing, don't even worry about it!'" .... "'cus I was half asleep still."

There's a second or so of silence, then, the man speaks. A little quieter than before. "Why do you write down when you wake up?" Aha! There's something other than contempt on his face now- confusion! A chink in the armour! I fight the urge to smile a little and instead focus on his question.

"I have this..." ah shit, I hate explaining all this crap to strangers. How do I do this... "It started as a pacing thing when I got sick a few years back. You're s'posed to write down everything you do, then figure out how much energy it all took so you can kinda plan your day out better, space out the high-demand activities. And it became a habit. I write down everything I do. Like-" I pull out my phone from the pocket of my fluffy, hooded dressing-gown, and point the screen at him. "See?" and bring it back so I can see it again. "Right now it says 'standing in the cold because the fire alarm went off, why does it connect to the whole building, I want to sleep.'" I hear a tiny sound that might have meant amusement.. or a sniff. "But before that I've noted when I started and stopped watching YouTube, what time I went to bed, then when I started and stopped playing a game... And now, this."

"In that order?" Good, he still looks confused.

"Yeah. I can't sleep right away, unless I'm like, really Really Reeaally tired. So I just, write messages or, put a little phone game on like, bitlife or something, or I get my switch out. And then, once I'm starting to fall asleep, I put it away, lay down and, I'm off."

"So the whole, screens before bed thing..."

"Utter crap." I respond. Then, backtrack. "I mean, it's probably good advice for most people, but, I find it way easier to fall asleep if I have something like that to do."

"I knew it." The man sort of half mumbles, half whispers, and then, "HEAR THAT?" He yells off to the side. "YOUR SLEEP GUIDES ARE CRAP, JAKE!" I stand there, eyes wide (at least, for me), sort of slightly leaning away from him. Oops. What have I gotten myself in the middle of? "That's my roommate. He's An Ass." he says slightly louder, but thankfully not yelling again. "I haven't been great sleep-wise, so this ass decides to Creep into my room, and steal the lightbulb from my lamp, because ApPaReNtLy it's bad for me to have a light on or to Read in bed. It doesn't make a damned difference, but now, I've gotta go buy a lightbulb tomorrow."

"Ah." It goes quiet again.. there's a lot there I could reply to. "He Does sound like an arse." I settle on. "Even if it IS bad for you, he shouldn't be taking your stuff."

"Thank you!!" He shouts again, leaning around behind me a little. "SHE gets it, Jake! Quit taking my crap!"

"I have a Child here you know" a woman somewhere behind us pipes up, prompting a "Great, you can butt out together." from the grouchy man. This time, I can't not snigger, though I try to stifle any sound. True, swearing in front of kids probably isn't really 'okay'.. but that was funny. Thank god she can't see my face.

"Sounds like you need a lock on the door." I continue casually.

"Eh.. Locks mean keys, and keys mean one more thing I gotta do before I can sleep or get to work."

"Well, yeah, but it would keep him out."

"Nah. It's hard enough to drag myself from one to the other as it is. And coffee does Not help, I don't care what anyone says. That crap is not a good start. Getting to cook a little breakfast, maybe."

I chuckle a little. The idea that Doing Things would make a morning start easier is an alien one to me, but mostly, the way he talks about coffee is amusing. That little crinkle in his nose as if he can smell it right now.

"Besides", he continues, "Every time he takes something outta my room, I get to take somethin from his." With something that looks like glee in his eyes, the man lifts the pillow under his arm just enough for me to see, and briefly raises his eyebrows. No, no way. I lean forward slightly, raising my own brows and getting a little smug smile in return. "Well. I think he's going to notice that at least~"

"That's the plan."

The people at the edge of our little crowd begin to shift, and the rest try to peek around. "It's okay, all clear!"

"False alarm, folks!"

"Oh thank god." I breathe a sigh of relief. "I need to be asleep so bad right now." As we too start taking steps back toward the lobby, and finally into the warm, I look up at the man beside me. "Well, it was nice meeting you. I hope your roommate learns his lesson this time~"

He gets one foot on the stairs inside and shrugs. "That'd be a first." He heads up the stairs, and as he and the stolen pillow turn the corner, I smile to myself and roll my eyes, reaching for the key in my pocket.

There were some interesting people living here.

- - -

Mike's Vs Mun's Hobbies

[raphsgrl]

the y2k baddie with the tmnt was so good I’ve been scraping for crumbs please do another one whenever you have time. It would be greatly appreciated

AHHHH ty for the ask<3 luv u, babes

tw: 18+ONLY. mentions blowjob, implies sex, talks about tiddies. fem!reader.

Leonardo just adores when you bring your cute little juicy purse around with you.

You have this cute smile on your face when you wave it around all excitedly, rambling about how you have the perfect keychain to go with it.

Sometimes though.. you got them big ass ones. The ones with the rhinestones and such. One night when he was walking you home, pitch black out.

Some dumbass actually tried to kidnap you, not seeing the giant turtle I guess?

And you really just said “ew” and hit him across the face with your bag. This man went down quick on the pavement.

It just happened so fast. Leo was stuck standing there like 😳. You just turn back around, smile at him, grab his hand and say “come on, let’s go. I need my beauty sleep”

He just follows and steps over the guys body. After you guys get home, he tells you how hot that was. And, you can imagine what happened next ;)

Going back to what I said in the first post, Raphael loves to mess with your thong straps. Snapping them against your skin.

Smirking at you, when you whip around to look at him with a “Hey!” all pouty like.

When you wear red thongs though.. he’s immediately switching up with “damn I’m in love” and/or “damn, we gonna break the bed tonight”

I imagine Raph liking to get real messy with it. So when you have your sparkly gloss on, you try not to go around him if you are going somewhere. Because he will somehow rope you into a heavy make-out session. It ending with the gloss all over both of your mouths.

He probably wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, staring at your kiss swollen lips. Gloss smeared. He just wants you to get on your knees and suck his di-

Donatello loves your low tops, showing off your chest. It doesn’t matter if you have small titties or big mommy milkers

This man is a titty guy all the way in my opinion. You always got some type of long necklace, laying right on top of your cleavage sometimes.

When he’s working at his desk, you always come around to see what he’s up to. Which he doesn’t mind!

You just really distract him when you lean over, your tits almost spilling out of your top. With a pretty smile on your face, asking him what does this and this mean.

You are wearing one of your favorite tank tops. It’s purple and shimmery, super low-cut to show off your beautiful cleavage. A Chanel charm necklace laying right above it.

He gets so fidgety and shaky. Stuttering his way through of explaining the blueprints he’s making to upgrade the garbage truck.

He can’t even look you in the eye, looking everywhere else but you. You notice the weird behavior. Asking about it right away, “Don? Are you okay?”

His eyes stay glued to the floor. “Y-yeah. Of course I’m fine”

“Why won’t you look at me?” Your hands resting on your knees to slightly bend down to get eye level with him. You have a cutest frown on your face, head tilted slightly in confusion.

He feels almost choked by the situation and juicy couture perfume coming from you. When his eyes dart to you, you catch how he keeps flicking his eyes from yours back onto your chest.

You look down at yourself and back to him, “Wanna see em’?”

He actually chokes this time.

(disclaimer! i don’t really know how to write mikey that well >_<)

Michelangelo loves it when you wear tiny tube tops and such with your low-rise bottoms, showing off your cute belly.

He is definitely one to show you off, loving it when you have so much skin exposed.

I would imagine he likes to kiss your chest and neck randomly.

And when you lay on your stomach, just on your phone or looking at a magazine. He manhandles your hips and bends down to kiss your back.

Nipping at your waist and hips, smiling against your skin when you start to laugh.“Mikey! You scared me”

He can practically hear your smile.

[lady-maria-the-wolf225]

Da boys reaction if they see a second closet in your own room full of adult stuff!:

Leo boy never expects you to own sex toys of any kind. But thats about to change. He one day comes over to your place, and he sits back on your bed as you head to the bathroom for a quick minute. He looks around the room until he sees a second door next to the other. He notices a piece of cloth sticking out of the bottom. He gets up and was hesitant to open what was inside at first, until he took a deep breath and what he sees made his heart skip a beat. Through that door he just opened was full of different sex toys. Dildos, butt plugs, strap ons, and strangely, even a sex doll or two. He looks at the toys and the fabric he just picked up was from one of your kinky costumes you wear for fun. You head inside the bedroom, and you see him blushing bright red. He clears his throat and apologizes. But he notices you weren't mad at all. It made you laugh that how surprised he was from what he just witnessed. He chuckles silently and it made him ask out of curiosity.....if perhaps you both can use the toys for tonight. And it looks like it's gonna be a long one too.

Donnie isn't really new to seeing sex toys. He has fixed a few of them that were left out from dumpsters, and watched porn that involves with them here and there as well. But not in his life has he seen a closet full of them. One day he comes over to your place for. A movie night. Nothing fancy or anything. He suddenly hears a small thud coming from a second door next to your closet. He opens it up and out came a rolling vibrator on the floor. At least it wasn't on. As he turned on the lights, his brain went to airplane mode as his eyes widened at the sight of so many sex toys. Dildos, whips, strap on of any size and shape, ball gags, butt plugs, and vibrators of any kind. You walk in and Donnie looks at you blushing bright red. You chuckled and you explain to him that you enjoy using sex toys. That made Donnie chuckle nervously and you both decided to have some naughty fun after the movie ends. And also, he does have a dirty secret that none of his brothers nor splinter know about. He actually wanted to try pegging and get dominated by a woman so at least he would finally get to experience it since he was always curious about it.

Raph has seen sex toys mostly cuz of Donnie bringing in a few that he fixes and modernizes. He does come over to your place one night since there is no patrol for the night and just relax. You both have dated for a while and had sex but never used any sex toys. He sits on your bed and looks at the shelves on your wall until he notices on the corner of his eye is a U strap on the floor next to a door he has never seen before. He goes to it and thinking it's just a regular closet, and he ends up opening the door, and his heart sank. Raph couldn't believe what he is seeing. A damn load of Sex toys and a few anime sex dolls. Even mini versions of the dolls too. He picks one of the dolls up that seems fitting for his size and its at least four feet in height and touches the boobs and other parts of it. It felt so real to him. He eve notices the mouth is fuckable too as he sticks his large fingers in the holes. He suddenly sees you standing there with a smile and he blushes. He starts to get nervous and you chuckle knowing he would eventually go into your secret closet. He rubs the back of his neck and he then asks if he could borrow the sex doll he just picked up, and you end up being okay with it. Just as long as he cleans it after he uses it for his frustrations when he couldn't find the time to have sexy time with you. Although, there may be a time he would end up buying a few for himself online just by using April's credit card. Horny red bastard. 🤣🤣

Mikey boy never used any sex toys at all. He has seen them in tons of Hentai he msturbates to. He knows how each of them work, but never used them before. He comes over one night after you invited him over since you are off work for the night he excitedly heads to your room, and he sits on your bed waiting for you while you finish with your daily night chores. He suddenly sees a door across from the closet, and he goes to it since he is always curious. When he opened it, his eyes lit up when he saw a full blown collection of sex toys and outfits you have. He even notices the different anime sex dolls with cute outfits and they are at least 4 feet. He touches every single toy he sees. Even the ones he never seen before. You walk in smiling and you ask him if there was any sex toy he would like to take home since he is always a horny little biscuit. He grabs one of the anime sex dolls and you give him instructions on how to clean it and he would respond that Donnie can clean it for him. Well, guess Mikey would have something he can have sexual fun with when you two don't have the time to because of busy schedules and such. He would even watch hentai while fucking the sex doll he is borrowing for a couple weeks. He may be sweet as a cookie, but he can be a sex machine. 😆

@nikitaboeve @nittleboo @foreignbrunette @tmntspidergirl @turtle-babe83 @exovapor @angelcatlowyn @kawaiibunga @cowabunga-doll @turtlesmakemehappy @greenprincess @chicchanmooshy

[starlightblueninja]

Ciao! can I please request headcanons for the bayverse turtles with a gender neutral S/O where they’re hanging out one day and they have music playing on shuffle, but then the reader suddenly starts crying because they used to listen to that song all the time when they were little and it just hit them right in the childhood? Comfort ensues 👉🏽👈🏽 please. and thank you.

Hey!

Thanks for the request! This took a little while because it’s my first one and I wanted it to be nice UwU and I enjoyed playing around with the bois being comforting since I’ve never really done that before. Hope you enjoy 💙♥️🧡💜💚 @sleeplessdreamer14

Leonardo

You’re laying on the couch reading while Leo’s doing katas about ten feet away. Every now and again you’ll look up at him, smiling as his practiced movements resemble a dance. Mikey left some playlist running in the background on his boombox before disappearing to make food, and normally music with lyrics makes it difficult for you to read but you were only really half paying attention to the book. You almost enjoy watching Leo practice more anyway.

The music barely distracts you, at least until you hear that… familiar intro. The rest of the world kind of fades away as the song takes you back years.

Nostalgia clogs your senses, eyes watering before you know it and a lump forming in the back of your throat as you try to hold back from crying. You close the book in your lap and let the music fill your senses. It’s been a while since you’ve heard this one. Memories resurface and you try to simply blink away the tears, but it’s inevitable, they fill your eyes until your vision is watery.

“Hey,” you look up to see Leo sitting down next to you, his eyes filled with concern but voice gentle and comforting as he asks, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s dumb, but… this song just… takes me back,” you respond quietly. “I used to listen to it a lot when I was younger.”

You wipe your eyes with your free hand just as Leo takes your other hand in his. His warm, strong, big hand in yours makes the tears easier to swallow. You squeeze his palm reassuringly and he moves a little closer to you before you continue talking.

“It reminds me of the places I used to go and the friends I used to have, feels like a lifetime ago, when things were less… complicated.”

Leo perfectly understands the wish for things to be easy, and he understands how it feels to not want to carry responsibilities. He knows what it’s like to have a weight on your shoulders. And so, instead of telling you it’s dumb or offering simple platitudes, he presses a kiss to your knuckles and nods in understanding.

“I miss it,” you say simply.

“If it’s any consolation,” he starts. “I’m glad that you’re here now.”

You look up at him with watery eyes but you’re wearing a crooked smile at his remark. The song still plays on in the background but right now you’re more focused on the way the terrapin kisses your forehead and buries his face in your hair. You feel his inhale taking in your scent and you smile against his collarbone, relaxing against him.

Yeah, you still miss your old friends and family, when things were easy and you bore less of the world on your shoulders. But for now you have him, and really, what else do you need?

Raphael

Raph’s got his workout playlist on while you sit next to him, bantering back and forth with him as he does his routine. The music is a surprisingly varied mix, you didn’t expect to hear the couple of 80s pop and early 2000’s girl band songs that you did. You teased him a little about it at first but it was all well meaning.

You don’t really notice what song is playing until about halfway through the first verse. You know this song too well. It’s been a long time since you last heard it, though, and maybe that’s why it affects you the way it does now. Raph had been saying something, but his voice kind of fades away as your focus shifts to the music and the memories it brings back.

Flashes of your childhood flit past your mind’s eye. The good, the bad, the in between, and all the other things you thought you had forgotten about. You don’t even realize there’s tears in your eyes until they’re falling, running hot trails down your cheeks and it’s too late to try and hold them back.

“Hey, hey baby, what’s wrong?” Raph must have noticed you go quiet since now he’s kneeling in front of you with so much concern on his face. “You okay? ‘S it somethin’ I said?”

“No! No no no,” you’re quick to reassure him and he relaxes, but only minutely since it’s clear you’re still upset. “I-It’s stupid, don’t worry about it.”

“‘Ey, don’t say that, whatever it is, it ain’t stupid,” his hand sets itself gently on your knee.

“I just used to listen to this song as a kid a lot, takes me back.”

He’s sat down in front of you now, cross-legged just as you are so your knees are touching his, “That ain’t stupid.”

His hand brushes away the tears from one side of your face, your own hand coming up to dry the other side before you lean into his warm touch. The way his hand cups your cheek comforts you immensely.

“Feels stupid to cry over it.”

But he knows what it’s like to miss the innocence lost with age, so he pinches your cheek lightly and playfully in disagreement, bringing a smile to your face even as you push his hand away.

“I can turn it off if ya want,” he offers gently, and you hesitate before shaking your head no.

“It’s fine, I’ll be fine,” you respond.

“Whatever ya say, shorty.”

And with that you two are right back to your usual lighthearted teasing. He leaves a chaste kiss on your forehead before he goes back to working out, the memories fading away to make room for the new ones you make with him. He makes sure to remember exactly what song it is, though, and you don’t consciously pick up on this fact but you never actually hear it from any of his playlists again after that moment.

Donatello

You two often sit in peaceful quiet. Donnie will work on his projects, you sitting there on your phone or working on your own stuff, occasionally handing him various tools when he needs them. He’s often got something going on in the background, usually podcasts or heavy music when he’s alone, but always soft music when you’re around so he doesn’t miss if you say something to him. Like now, with him under the truck fixing something and you sitting cross-legged a few feet away playing a puzzle game on your phone. You’re waiting patiently for him to be done. Bed time for you two was about an hour ago now but you know how important this fix is for him and that it should really be done tonight. So you don’t press the issue but you are ready to sleep.

You don’t often notice the music he’s got playing unless it’s a song you really like or dislike, it’s just some shuffled Spotify playlist that he thinks fits the vibe of today. But you notice immediately when that song starts playing. It’s so familiar to you, after listening to it so much in the past, that it would be shameful not to recognize it now.

Your vision goes blurry as your focus shifts away from your current self. You’re reminded of the past, the radio in your old house, your parents, the way they always had the same station playing in the house and in the car and at cookouts. You’ve heard this song so much now that it immediately throws you back into the past. It happens so fast you might as well have whiplash, but you just get misty eyed instead.

Your bottom lip trembles, warm lines running down your cheeks soon after and Donnie notices quickly that something is up when you don’t respond to his request for the torx screwdriver. He slides out from under the truck but you don’t even notice at first. The music has all but consumed you now.

“Y/N? Darling, what’s wrong?” He’s immediately at your side, a large hand gently on your bicep pulling you back to reality.

You look up at him but realize that it’s a little hard to see him with the way the tears have pooled. He can’t help but think that, even though he hates hates hates seeing you upset, that those tears make your eyes glisten so beautifully under the lights.

His other hand not on your arm comes up to brush the tears away as he repeats the question now that he’s got your focus.

“I used to listen to this song a lot as a kid,” you supply an answer softly, gaze falling from his. “Just makes me sad… I dunno why, I guess it just kinda hit me. Sorry.”

“No, no, dove, don’t apologize,” he says. “I understand and you’re alright, I’ve got you here, now.”

His sugar sweet words and oh so gentle hands comfort you. You offer a watery smile before moving into his arms, letting him wrap his arms around you. You return the hug the best you can with his shell in the way, face tucked into the crook of his shoulder, and he can feel the way more tears fall from your eyes and onto his skin. He doesn’t mind though, he simply holds you. He enjoys just holding you even if he’s never admitted it out loud before. He likes knowing he can be there for you.

And he may not fully understand how your memories attached to this song make you upset, but he understands the pain and will do anything to make you feel better.

His hands run over your back, soothing trails on your shoulder blades over your shirt. Then he’s reaching for a remote he set nearby to turn the radio off. He doesn’t even need to ask you anything to know when you want his hands back on you.

“You’re the best,” you say when your gaze has fully refocused and the tears have calmed.

“No, actually, I think that’s you,” he responds, before pressing a kiss to your hair and deciding to bring you to bed, putting off the truck repairs for grumpy morning-Donnie in favor of treating you like a queen now.

Michelangelo

You and Mikey will play a video game together quietly with music on in the background. Sometimes you’ll lay on his chest and watch him play, but in times like this, when the week has been rough and you both need some quiet down time, you lay on opposite ends of the couch with your legs tangled together playing a multi-player game that relaxes both of you. Tonight it’s Minecraft, and though you both like the music of the game, you’d both agreed on having a playlist on too.

You’re mining out a coal deposit in the game when you hear that song come on the background. Mikey notices faster than any of his other brothers would that something is off. He can practically smell how the air around you sours.

Childhood memories flood back to you as you recognize every line of the song as it plays, pulling you back and away from the now. Good memories give you life vests in the flood, bad memories tie weights to your ankles. You’ve paused in the game, your character just staring at the block wall. People, places, events, all of it suddenly overwhelms you as the music plays.

Mikey is on you in seconds though, throwing himself into your arms as soon as he notices that there’s an issue. You’ve got a lap-full of buff turtle man pulling you back into the present.

“Babycakes, you smell grump, what’s wrong?” He says while littering chaste kisses across your face.

He doesn’t even give you the time to get truly upset, let alone start crying, as he’s so in-tune to your emotions that he’s always right there to comfort you.

“I’m okay, baby,” you responds, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Just… thinking about childhood stuff. This song reminded me of it.”

“This song?” He says, suddenly jumping up.

You don’t know where he’s going but can see the humor practically dripping off of him. He storms up to the boombox, blatantly glaring at it. While watching him poke the speaker a few times like he’s threatening one of the many criminals he often fights, you can’t help but smile. He’s so lovely, and always knows how to make you laugh.

“You!” He snaps at the machine like it’s sentient, the same song still playing. “What’d you say to my girl, huh? Punk? Wanna act like a tough guy now? Too late, fella.”

You laugh as he jabs his finger at the skip song button and it changes to something different. You like this song, Hopeless by Khalid, Mikey likes it too. His attention is recaptured when you laugh at his antics. He smiles at you before making his way back over to the couch, crawling easily back into your arms as you continue giggling.

He kisses you before booping your nose, “Don’t be sad about the past, cherry tomato, we got the whole future ahead of us.”

“Cherry tomato?”

“Yeah,” he says, offering no further explanation as he relaxes on top of you with his controller, easily shifting back into the game.

He’s quick to go from one thing to another, but you can tell he’s truly there for you when he continues to lay his head on you, announcing that he’s coming to find you in-game. Every now and again he presses a little kiss to your stomach or chest, wherever his lips meet in that moment. Your confusing and bittersweet past is left buried under your love for your beautiful, caring, protective terrapin.

[greenmonstercollarbones]

I just simoly have to ask fir the rest of the boys headcannons on this because Raphas was just so cute!!

Yo y'all wanted the rest of them, problem being I'm not really a leo simp. But I'll use all my brain power to make his decent. Again I'm just gonna say pg-13.

Leo

He is always busy training, patrolling, or just tidying up so you have to take advantage of every opportunity you have to cuddle this man. So the second he sits to clean, sharpen, and oil his katana you crawl into his lap. He objects at first because he doesn't want you to accidentally get hurt. But eventually you convince him to let you stay, but he's very careful still.

At the beginning of your relationship you never bothered him during meditation. But one day you come to the lair asking where Leo is and his brothers tell you he's meditating and not to bother him. You ignore them and go sit in his lap. He's too nice to say anything and it kinda became a ritual. Even though sometimes he really just wanted to meditate.

His bed is super tidy and has a little more room than Mikey and Raph's so he does let you sleep over once and awhile. But his does kinda accidentally shove you in the corner and is all over you. (Part of it is he instinctively doesn't trust his brothers and they kinda all share the same space. But another is he just kinda isn't aware of how much space he's taking up when he's unconscious.)

Later in the relationship he'd start help dressing you for bed or the morning. Not in a sexual way really, he'd just want to help you take your shoes off. Or ask you to lift your arms so he can't take your shirt off and replace it with a much comfier one. (He won't admit it but it's also because he likes to hang your clothes on the post of his bed or off one of his hangers to show off that your his to his brothers. One time it was even your underwear but that's another story)

Whenever he brings you out and about or even just hanging around the lair he constantly brushes up against you, rubbing against your arm or back. Sometimes he'll grab your fingers momentarily before walking away. He just wants to be close.

If you HAVE to be involved in a violent setting he trys to stay out of the main chaos to keep YOU out of the chaos and still protect you. He knows that it's kind of shitty to his brothers because he's supposed to be in charge and in the midst of battle but he doesn't care. If it's too bad he'll just straight up pick you up, tell raph to take over for him, and leave because he doesn't want to risk it. After this he'll just sit guard and apologize that you had to be there while rubbing your thigh.

Mikey

Oh he's just touching you 24/7 no matter what's going on. The first time you meet Vern and Casey he's showing you off, grabbing you everywhere, and wrapping his arms around you so hard you think you'll suffocate. He even picks you up to being you closer to them and spins you around to show you ALL off.

"Look at their hair, and their style isn't it sick, and look at how cute they are! AND LOOK AT THEIR NOSE!"

He totally doesn't care that there isn't a lot of room on his bed. Actually to word it more correctly, he doesn't even think about it and once it becomes a problem for him he just says he'll deal with sleeping on his shell and tells you to just sleep on top of him. But a few times this does end in you waking up on the floor, which donnie predicted for you and stuck old gym mats by both sides of the bed.

Mikey also dresses you, but not for the same reason Leo does. Mikey does it because he actually has an interest in fashion, and you're much easier to dress than himself. So he'll rummage through your closet and hold clothes up to your skin. And sometimes will start to take off and replace your clothes without thinking about it. (If it made you feel uncomfy he apologizes and feels really bad. He won't do it again.)

Mikey is in charge of the music in the lair most the time which results in some of your favorite songs and some very danceable songs. Even if you don't want to dance with him he'll dance ON YOU while lipsyncing and joking around with you

He very often wants to compare body parts, sometimes out of sadness because he's different but sometimes just out of sheer curiosity. And most of the time it comes out of nowhere.

"Dude your toes are so small." "Babe the bottom of your feet are are so soft." "My fingers are longer, I win. (Win WHAT sir?)" "KNUCKLES HAVE HAIR!?"

The second he's done with training, patroling, or anything "ninja-y" (as he says) he just wants to flip down with you next to him. Literally anywhere though.

On the floor? Okay cuddle me. Eating? Okay but sit on my lap. In the bathroom? Okay but can I come in and hold your hand?

Donnie

He is probably more secretive about his cuddling than Raph is. He's okay with cuddling with you in bed, because the guys already know he sleeps in it with you (on the nights he lets himself sleep), but cuddling with you during the day in front of everyone? No thanks.

It's not that he doesn't want people to know you are dating or to show you off, he talks about you all the time. He just doesn't feel comfortable showing everyone that side of himself. So most days if he has a lot of free time he'll take the shellraiser.

He'll drive for a long time, until you're somewhere you can just chill alone. But while he's driving he'll hold your hand, or sometimes you'll unbuckle and crawl into his lap while he's driving. Usually he has these trips planned out and will know exactly where he wants to go with you, brings your favorite snacks, and we'll sometimes bring something else to do if he plans to be out there for a long time.

His bed is very spacious although it's not really built for your body type (it's for turtle folk.) He fixes this by just piling a bunch of pillows so you're just sleeping on fluff. If that's not sufficient enough he'll let you sleep on top of him but he makes sure to let you know he tried and this is not what he wished the outcome of this sleepover be (aka he's uncomfy and wishes you weren't on top of him). If you sleep on the pillows though he's totally cuddly. He likes to be face to face because since his glasses are off he can finally put his face up close to you and nuzzle you.

I like to think donnies not really a morning person, so once your both awake he's not getting up. Instead he wants to cuddle you and play on his Xbox together. Until Mikey interupts and says breakfast is ready and then asks if he can join. Donnie will push you away and get embarresed that Mikey saw you guys so close.

Afterwards he apologizes and pulls you back in. You'll keep playing for awhile but you 100% make fun of him for it to get him back.

[moxfirefly]

Giving you two options here (obviously, you should know my mind wanders a lot — or surprise option C where you delete my ask entirely, don’t feel pressured to do this — and before we continue THIS UPDATE WAS THE BEST THING THAT HAPPENED PERIOD WE CAN NOW COPY AND PASTE ON THE APP)

Either [both A and B with the praise kink] A with Donnie:

9) Did you miss feeling me around you so much that you’ve resorted to your hand? and 1) What? Does that feel good? (Like, maybe he masturbates? She walks in, and ands up touching herself to... him touching himself? Or something like that? — loll I just realised it’s having sex while safely social distancing)

(And I don’t think it was on the list, but one way or another dyou think that you could potentially somehow add a strap on in there ... somehow — I know, I’m a kinky bítch — like, maybe mommy says “okay, princeling, fun’s over. You know the rules.” or something? — I’m giving you my own prompts now, Jesus 😂)

Or B [the much simpler, quicker, and more “wiggley” option] with either Donnie, Raph or Mikey: 23) Loser has to give the other a lap dance (he gives the lap dance)

.. I’m starting to think I went overboard, and I’m sorry, i just get excited sometimes, you know?

I’m taking a few liberties because honestly it’s about time I write Don getting pegged so I hope it still vibes with what you want.

So yes everybody, Donnie is getting pegged, I’ve finally done it. I can retire and live out my golden years in peace.

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

You liked playing a little game with Donatello.

Often times there was no pattern to how it happened or how it would escalate. The two of you would sit together, talk about everything and nothing, it would slide into more tantalizing talks and then it would be like this.

Sitting opposite one another on swivel chairs. Running off your mouth with things that would make anybody blush.

Messing with Donnie was just too much fun.

You’d watched him snake a hand into his sweats, pulling his already hard member out. He swallowed on the first pumps, hand lazily stroking. You smirked, spreading your legs for him, thankful you’d chosen a short comfortable dress. Donnie’s eyes lingered on the exposed flesh of your thighs, he slid down a bit, long legs spreading for you.

“You ever laugh at how easily little ol’ me gets you like this?” You traced lazy patterns on your thigh, he followed bewitched by your movement. Donnie’s hand stroked his cock, his fist twisting on the upturn, teasing the head. “Be a good boy and answer my question” You crossed your legs, enjoying how his frown at being denied the view.

“Yes, yes I do, love it” He groaned stopping briefly to lick his palm before wrapping it around himself again.

Opting to reward his honesty you slid your own hand into your underwear. “Did you miss feeling me around you so much that you’ve resorted to your hand?” You grinned at Donnie’s whine. He nodded, hand picking up speed as he stroked with more vigor. His eyes watched entrapped as you teased yourself, you sighed contently with the sensation spreading all over you. A trickle of pre-cum gushed from the tip, he spread it, the wet sounds of Donnie fucking his fist faster filling the room.

“You rather make a mess all over you lap, mhm?” You asked, all sultry voice and promising eyes. You stood up, opting to step out of your short dress. It was an ego boost seeing how his eyes raked all over you.

But your question had him wondering.

You walked over to him, leaning down towards his lips. “Do you want me to fuck you?” You ghosted the question across his lips, Donnie choked a moan, with reluctance he seized his movements and squeezed his cock to quell his need. A slight bashfulness spread across his eyes, you caught his gaze going towards the bed but more specifically for something that lay hidden near it.

“Oh? You want me to fuck you like that? Your smile spread before you turned towards the section where his bed was, you looked behind a few things and pulled out a box. Donnie swallowed, excitement flourishing in his stomach.

He watched as you took out a harness of sorts, a bottle of lube and a clear colored dildo.

Oh boy.

Donnie had been in the mood for it for a while now. He often didn’t have the nerve to ask for it as much he wanted it but he was thankful you could read him pretty well. Some nights just required to be taken like this.

“Come here,” You called him over and he did as told, discarding his sweats with a slight kick. You acomadated a few pillows and told him to lay across the bed propped on them. It was a more comfortable angle for this, Donnie was all legs and that was a favorite feature of his but also made things tricky for your smaller stature. He laid himself where you ordered, legs bent and spread for you.

“Now while I finish setting up, be a good boy and get yourself ready for me” You handed him the bottle of lube. Watching him spreading a generous amount over his entrance never seizing to send a spike of heat through you, the way he circled it before gently pushing a digit in. What a display you had as you stepped into the strap on, Donnie finger fucking humself slowly with his eyes fluttering closed. You grabbed the dildo, a modest size so as to not hurt him, and attached it to the metal ring on the strap.

Once everything was secured and it place, pulled tight you in between his legs. Hands on his knees you tutted tapping on his knees. “Now now, if you rather just keep at it with your finger...” Donnie shook his head, slowly retreating the digit and handing you the lube, your raised a brow. “Right, right” Heat flushed his neck as he sat up briefly and squirted a decent amount onto the dildo. Just as you loved watching him get ready, you absolutely loved when he got you ready for this.

He fisted the silicone expertly, making sure it was covered from base to tip. You caught his lips with your own before he laid back down, kissing him sensually.

“Remember the rules?” You asked, your voice much sweeter and less cocky. “Red means stop, yellow slow down and green is go” He nodded shyly, but this excitement was palpable in his eyes as he laid against the propped pillows. You got on your knees at the edge of the bed , hands slidding over his spread thighs, carefully you gripped the dildo and found his hole. Slow and steady you pushed into him, the hiss that left him making you bite your lip.

Doing this was by far one of the most thrilling and power trip induced things ever. Donnie’s responses to it never stopped turning you on. You were half way inside of him, watching his cock twitch in need. Fully sheathed in him you thrusted slowly to get a good rhythm going, each movement making him groan. Your hands rested on his waist, not like you could grip him like he could you, but you kept your hands firmly there pushing him down and keeping him in place. His thighs squeezed against your own, eyes fluttering shut as you moved within him.

“What? Does that feel good?” Your ego was already reaching new heights by now, having Donnie at your mercy, trying to meet you thrust for thrust as you sped up, one of your hands when under his thigh. “Feel so good, please-oh” Donnie’s moans hitched slightly when you changed angles, clearly hitting the spot he wanted so desperately to be hit. You leaned over him, propped up on your hands as you hips moved harder.

Each thrust seemed to be enough to have the leather material rub against your clit. You chewed on your bottom lip, settling on your forearms for easier quicker movements. Donnie raised his hips more, one foot on the ceiling above (good thing that bed of his is a literal cubby) his hands found your back and he dug his nails.

You moaned against his collar, the lip of his plastron cold against your cheek. “God- fuck!” The close proximity of your stomach was causing friction against his aching leaking cock. “Har-der!” He chocked out, his hands slid to your rear and he gripped the flesh. You had to oblige, getting Donnie riled like this, having him gasping out pleas and moaning out his desires.

Sweat covered your body as you moved against him, muscles tense and trembling. By the sounds he was making he was approaching his release, he snuck a hand between your bodies but gripped his forearm and pinned it down. “No no no” You breathed out with a low moan. “You’re cumin without touching yourself or you’re not cumin at all” Donnie whined at your threat, pinned hand in a fist as he moved against you. Those pretty brown eyes of his fluttered open, he always did look beautiful without his glasses and mask.

“Please, mommy” He mouthed at you and god you felt it buzz in your veins. Donnie’s debautched features giving you another surge of stamina.

You leaned back placing his knee on your shoulder, you wrapped your arms around the muscled limb and held onto it as you thrusted fast. Donnie moaned, loud, feeling the dildo hit his sweet spot over and over. “Fu-I’m! Y/n!” You saw his cock twitch, cum shooting in thick spurts across his plastron. The image, sounds and friction enough to make you slip off the edge yourself. You held onto his leg, mouth against his calf you moaned as your orgasm hit.

Your hips slowed, each movement making Donnie shudder. “Wow, that never stops feeling insane” He spoke, chest still heaving. You chuckled equally spent and trying to ease your rapid heart. He lifted his leg off your shoulder and you took the moment to roll the join until several pops were heard. “You know if you like it so much you can just ask me to do it more often” A tired smile on your face, Donnie nodded looking for anything to clean himself up with.

Naturally you decided to give him one last shiver of excitement. Leaning down you licked up the mess on his body, enjoying the little strangled noise he made. Slowly and carefully you pulled out of him and rolled over next to him with a pleased sigh.

“You um... you came, huh?” He asked somewhat teasing, he smiled when you nudged him with your elbow. “Look it just happens, especially with the show you put on” It was his turn to nudge you while shaking his head.

Donnie turned on his side, arm draped over your stomach and face nuzzling your breast. You caressed him, in a bit you could take off the strap on, for now you wanted to cuddle him until sleep became too strong.

[residentclown]

TMNT x Reader - ‘Coming Out’ Scenarios <3 pt. 1

/ To all us folk coming out as male/female and to those with the insecurity of it, and need a little fic to boost your confidence. You’re beautiful, handsome, lovely, you’re EVERYTHING. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. This post will be part 1 to the the 'female to male' scenario. I'll come out with a 'male to female' scnerio post part 1 & 2 soon! /

Intro: :

You were nervous to visit the lair today. Nervous, because today was the day you'd be confessing to your boyfriend that you were transitioning. You hadn't really been obvious about it -- quite the opposite in fact, but it began to bother you how the wrong terms would be thrown your way. Not that they knew...they didn't, and today that was going to change.

You being nervous didn't just stem from the reaction your mutant lover could give you; but you were nervous of the reactions from his ENTIRE family. So as you made your way through the sewers wearing a brace around your chest (sorry if I'm using this wrong, I'm still new to whats worn and whats not when transitioning qvq), you almost considered just making a beeline back to your apartment.

Unfortunately, the promise you'd made to come over kept you from doing that. Soon, you found yourself standing before the brothers, all of which sat about in the living room in preperation for the upcoming movie-thon you all were to have.

Leo

The soft patter of footsteps echoing from the entrance to the lair brought his attention to it, and it was instantanious for him to stand from his seat to go and greet you.

However, the nervous look on your face told him something was wrong -- and....you looked different. It was odd, cause nothing /seemed/ different; You were wearing the same clothing you normally did, hair was the same, face...regardless, he strolled up to you and brought you into a gentle hug.

" Something the matter? " he asks softly, face buried into your hair. He feels you nod and respond quietly. " Leo can -- can we go to your room? This is important.... "

Pulling away from the embrace, a feel of concern washes over him, but he swallows it down and guides you into the safety of his confines. Letting his brothers know you two would be a minute.

Once the door was shut, he turns back to see you sitting on the edge of his bed, fiddling with your fingers. (A nervous habit he found adorable) " What is it you wanted to tell me? Is everything alright, y/n? " he asks. Worry lacing the tone of his voice as he kneels before you, one large hand coming to rest upon your thigh, the other on your knee.

" Y-Yeah! Everything is fine its just -- .... " you were struggling to find the words. (e/c) eyes darting everywhere but the icy stare pointed at you. Then...you had an idea. Looking back to your boyfriend, you rest your hands firmly on his shoulders, tone serious as you stare him dead in the eyes.

" Leo, take off my shirt. " Blink. " What? " " Take of my shirt! Just - trust me. Please. " Swallowing the sudden lump forming in his throat, he regards you with a questioning look before eventually nodding and complying with your request. Raising your arms, you allow him to hook his fingers into the hem of your shirt and gently tug it up and over your head.

There, on your chest, was this odd contraption fit snug around your chest. He eyes it suspiciously, before looking to you for an answer. You, however, smiled bashfully and motioned to it.

" T-This is a um...a brace. Its to make it feel like I have no boobs, and a man's chest. I....Leo, I'm a man. I'm not a girl. I'm currently going through the process of transitioning -- I just... " You paused, the silence and sudden tension within the room causing emotion to well up in your throat. Tears pricking the corners of your eyes, you look at the blue-clad leader - who was currently staring you down with a face that bared no emotion to read.

' He doesn't like this. ' you thought. The damn threatening to break behind your eyes had all but shattered - causing small streams to spill down your cheeks. You choke back a sob, voice coming out broken. Completely unaware of the growing excitement coming from the turtle in front of you. " I-I'm sorry - I'm so sorry...if you don't want..../us/ anymore, I c-completely un- "

You were cut short when arms wrap around your waist and hoist you into the air. A yelp leaving you before you're crushed against Leo's plastoron. The grin plastered onto his face had you gaping -- you'd never seen him smile so big! " y/n, of course I still want us! This is great! " settling you onto your feet, he continues to hold you, his excited expression turning soft as he rests a hand on the side of your face. Which, instincitvely, you nuzzle into.

" I'm /proud/ of you, y/n. I don't care if you're a guy, girl, different species -- you're YOU. And I can't see myself without you. Now come on, handsome. We've got a family to inform. " He says, leaning in for a quick peck before guiding you hand in hand from his room.

Needless to say, the endless support you got not only from him, but from the others? You were lucky to have had them all.

/ / Leo may seem OOC in this compared to a LOT of fics out there - but tbh, he isn't the cold, collected leader he's often portrayed as. I can see him being giddy and excited knowing his SO took such a hard and big step in life - hell, he'd be very proud and it will show. While he may struggle a bit with emotions, I can see him expressing them fluently and with enthusiasm when he figures it out. / /

Raph

It didn't take long for Raph's eyes to fall upon you as you made your way into the living room. The unsure look on your face had him up on his feet, eyes regarding you with a look that was just as unsure. The brute wasn't always so good with emotions -- especially if it was coming from his partner.

" Hey girly, you uh..you doin' alright there? " he tries. Voice cautious. But when you visibly cringed, insecurities instalty began to flood his mind. Why did you cringe? You never cringed when he called you that -- were you mad at him? Here to break up with him? His mind began to reel and when you noticed the blank, wide-eyed stare, you knew he was beginning to jump to conclusions.

His brothers watched, worried but with a growing curiosity as you made your way over and gently touched his arm -- ushering him to sit back in the recliner. He did, eyes on you and mouth unmoving as you stood back a bit, biting your bottom lip before your gaze went to the others in the room.

" So um...I've got something to say. To all of you. I figured I'd let you all know at once cause..well, you're my family. You all deserve to know. " you start. Heart pounding in your chest. It was hard to look up at all the eyes pinned on you, so you opted for finding interest in the floor beneath your feet.

With a small chorus of 'Of course', 'go ahead' and 'we're listening' from the brothers, you finally looked up. (e/c) gaze moving from each turtle until they landed on the emerald green of your boyfriends. You stared long and hard into them, heart in your ears now as you took a deep breath -- exhaled, and finally found the courage to speak two words.

" I'm male. "

There was a deafening silence, the boys all staring at you with utter confusion written on their faces. Mikey was the first to speak up after a minute.

" Whaddya mean angelcakes? Were you not a girl this whole time? " then he gasps. " Then how did you hide it from Ra-- " there was a small 'whap' as the red-clad turtle smacked him upside the head. " No ya' idiot! It means she - ....it means y/n was a female.... " looking back at you, he finally stands up. Hand coming to your chest, he pats it a couple of times. It was then that everyone noticed how flat it was now. " But is on his way to becoming a man. " he finishes.

You look up at him, only to find him smirking down at you. It didn't take long for a smile to grow on your face. He accepted you.

" So wait -- does that mean you're gay now, Raph? " Mikey butts in again. This time, Leo pulls him back by the shell with a glare on his face, shaking his head at the younger turtle who then raises his hands in defense. " It was a genuine question! "

Now it was Donnie's turn to speak up. " A very invasive one, Mikey! I don't think they've got that figured out yet. "

Raph seemed to ponder over that question, though. Brow-ridges furrowed in concentration, before finally taking your hand in his.

" Yeah, Mikey, I guess it means I'm gay. But, only for y/n ~ "

/ Well, this concludes part 1 of the 'coming out, female to male' scanario! I do hope you guys like it so far - and don't be afraif to give me feedback! I'm definitely open to any constructive critisism for my future writings. I'll see you in the next part lovelies! ~ Arrow /

[raph-and-spike]

Jealous (Part 1) - Leo x fem!reader

request? yes/no

“You have no idea how happy i am to find a 2k12 blog! These boys deserve much more love. If it is ok, can I have reader who has a huge crush on Leo and feels jealous everytime he interacts with Karai because she can see the way he look at her? I always wondered how having a crush on blue boy would work out since he seems so much into Karai.”

a/n: Y’all really have a thing for the leader in blue, huh? ;) I got suuuuper carried away with this, sorry it’s so long!

warnings: Angst :/ 

Steam had been practically coming out of your ears. 

You, Donnie, Mikey, and Raph were walking into Shredder’s chemical lab building, you slightly more angry than the other three (maybe besides Raph, of course).

It started when Karai had taken over Shredder’s lair with her new witchy sidekick, making it their mission to take down the man that had lied to the kunoichi her entire life. She had been betrayed and manipulated for years, and the man covered in blades was going to pay. 

You watched Leo’s eyes fill with hope as the teenager had explained her mission, hoping that she would join him and his brothers as a team. But alas, Karai wanted not only revenge, but chaos while she did so. Splinter knew this wouldn’t be a good idea, he had practically begged his daughter not to go through with it, but she brushed her true father off; she was going to end Shredder no matter what she had to do. 

As you crossed your arms, watching as she exited the lair, you furrowed your eyebrows, watching the blue-masked leader follow her with his eyes. You couldn’t help the scoff that escaped your lips. 

“I’m going home,” you growled. “I need some sleep.”

Mikey frowned. “Hey! I thought we were going to watch Chris Bradford together!”

You looked at him sadly. “Maybe tomorrow, Mikey. I’m sorry.”

You had to go home, and once you made it to your bedroom, you were screaming into your pillow. Why did Karai have to pour all of her problems onto the team? Why couldn’t she just be the daughter that Splinter had been missing all along? Why did Leo care so much about her?

These were all questions that made you sick to your stomach, causing you to toss and turn the entire night. You went to school the next day, exhausted, and you could barely concentrate in any of your classes. After your last class, you nearly bolted out of the school; you needed a distraction. Walking to the familiar alleyway manhole, you climbed in, following the path your legs had remembered by now until the lair came into view.

“Turtles!” you called, tossing your backpack to the couch. “Someone spar with me, now.”

Mikey turned his head, wide-eyed at your demanding voice. “I think Leo’s in the dojo already.”

You nodded, walking into the dojo to see Leo stretching. 

“Hey,” you greeted, “wanna spar?”

He shrugged. “Sure, why not.”

You grabbed your weaponry whilst he got his katanas ready. 

“You sure you don't want to use the cardboard weapons instead?” he asked seriously. “It might be hard to go easy on you with my actual katanas.”

You rolled your eyes. “I can handle it, honor boy,” you taunted with a grin.

He wouldn’t have ever admitted it, but he loved it when you called him that. The way you said it made it so personal; it was his nickname, no one else’s. And despite the negative connotation Raph had given it, a man of honor was exactly what he strived to be, and it made his stomach erupt in butterflies when you recognized that. 

You both circled the room, weapons at the ready. 

He cocked an eyebrow, “you sure about that, Y/n?”

You grinned. “Give me your best shot.”

And with that, you began fighting. The sounds of blades slashing against each other and defensive grunts filled the room. You used the anger you’d been feeling, the jealousy that had filled you to the brim, to assist your adrenaline high, making you fight better than ever. He noticed your kicks and punches were stronger, wondering what was going on with you.

“Y/n, you know we’re just sparring, right?” he yelled as he guarded your throws. “I’m starting to think you should have chosen Raph to train with instead!”

You rolled your eyes, yelping as he caught you off guard and pinned you to the ground. Your chest heaved up and down, out of breath as your senses came back. You blushed at his figure on top of you, rolling out of his grasp that had loosened. Still on the floor, the two of you sat, catching your breaths. You pulled your knees to your chest.

“You’re going to help her defeat Shredder, aren’t you?” you spoke up quietly.

His eyes widened, surprised at your words. He slowly nodded.

You shook your head, clenching your jaw. “How come you always abandon us when Karai suddenly needs you for something, Leo?” you argued.

He turned to you. “She won’t be able to take him down without me. She needs our help, and I’m the only one willing, you know that,” he stated.

“I don’t trust her one bit; she’s manipulated us too many times, when will you realize that your family is more important than some girl?!”

“Karai is family!” he yelled, causing you to jump at the sudden raise of his voice. 

You rested your chin on your knees, pulling them closer in attempt to comfort yourself. “Yet she’s chosen not to be apart of it,” you spoke, your voice barely a whisper. 

He frowned, standing up. “This discussion is over.”

And with that, he left you in the dojo.

*

You sat in Donnie’s lab that night, spinning around in a wheel-y chair whilst he worked on upgrades for the van. 

“I don’t get why he’s so hung up over Karai, you know? He’s practically feeding her grapes at this point,” you grumbled. 

He chuckled at your comparison. 

“He’s always been like this, if you remember when they first met,” he explained.

You chewed on your lip. “I know, but why?”

“Guys!” you heard a high-pitched yell, knowing it had to be Mikey. The two of you scurried out of the lab to see what the commotion was. 

“Leo’s not in his room! What if he was taken?!” he yelped, his hands resting on his freckled cheeks in shock.

Raph rubbed the sleep out of his eyes whilst Donnie pulled his phone out, tapping away.

“His T-Phone is unresponsive, too,” Donnie frowned.

You sighed, feeling a pit in your stomach. “I know where he is– or who he’s with, rather.”

The three of you got in the van and headed to Shredder’s chemical lab building, your fists clenched.

Mikey looked at your angered form with a questioning look.

“Everything alright, dudette?”

You sighed. “Yes, Mikey,” you gave him a forced, reassuring smile. “Leo’s just a dumbass, is all.”

“You’ve got that right,” Raph grumbled next to you.

As the four of you entered the building, weapons at the ready, you noticed the building looked trashed– and empty. 

“Aw, we missed the battle?” Mikey whined.

Donnie began peering over something, with an “uh oh”.

“We’ve gotta get out of here!” the purple-masked turtle exclaimed, pushing the three of you to the nearest exit as he followed. 

It became clear as to why he was trying to escape, once the beeping got louder. 

They bombed the place.

Suddenly, the four of you were blasted, your ears ringing from the loud noise. Your body had come in contact with something incredibly hard, the pain in your head taking over your conscious. Before you knew it, you were slipping into darkness, your mind clouded with the flames of the building. 

*

Your eyes opened, seeing Splinter and Leo towering over you. You turned your head, noticing the purple-masked turtle awakening beside you. You realized they had performed their healing mantra.

Your head was spinning, and your body ached everywhere. You scanned your body, seeing cuts and bruises scattered all over your skin. 

“I am so sorry,” Leo admitted, his invisible eyebrows knitted together with worry.

You sat up with a groan, your hand immediately going to your head. Leo put a hand on your back, worried that you’d fall backward. He assisted you as you carefully got up to stand. The others left, leaving the two of you alone in the dojo.

He couldn’t bear to look at you; you looked so fragile. It broke his heart that he had done this to not only his brother, but you as well. 

You watched him as he stared shamefully at the floor. 

“Leo,” you spoke softly, making his deep, blue eyes finally meet yours. 

“You were right, Y/n,” he confessed, his voice much quieter and softer than his usual confident and clear tone. He was embarrassed and ashamed. “I shouldn’t have went behind the team’s back to help Karai.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Donnie and I could have died if it weren’t for Splinter,” you fought, though your voice was weak.

“I know,” he admitted. “And, I’m sorry. I wish I listened to you.”

“You never listen to anyone when it comes to Karai,” you muttered, your voice barely audible.

He frowned, crossing his arms. “Why does Karai upset you so much?”

Tears began to well in your eyes and your bottom lip began to tremble. 

“You really want to know why, Leo?” your voice cracked. “I see the way you look at her, the way you push everything aside to assist her with whatever she desires; it tears me apart.”

His eyes softened and his green cheeks flushed. “I-I had no idea you felt that way, I’m sorry.”

Tears began to roll down your cheeks and you found it hard to look him in the eye. “You can’t be sorry for how you feel.”

You couldn’t handle his rejection. You left the dojo, running as fast as your sore body could take you despite the turtles calling for you in confusion. As you escaped the sewers, you put your hands on your knees, catching your breath. 

Leo stood in the dojo, alone, not sure what to do. 

[heyheydidjaknow]

Okay, so the official update deadline for me is now every Sunday before I sleep. This is the second part. If the formatting is off, I apologize. Also, if you want to read the first bit, the link’s at the bottom. And the third one. I know there’s a way to make it so that touching on underlined text or something links you to the link, but I dunno how to do that.

Chapter 2

Surprisingly enough, the easiest one to convince of your legitimacy is Hamato Yoshi.

As soon as you walk into the lair, all you have to say to Ratman is that his daughter “was” named Miwa (obviously, dropping a bombshell like, “Your daughter is alive,” is somewhat bad form) and that he was going to give her a fan/knife thing, and he is convinced. Maybe it is to do with his natural compassion and/or naivety, but it allows you the option to sleep on the couch and not have to wander around to find exactly where the hell that address is.

You pull your knees to your chest as you stare blankly at the dead television screen, mind wandering as you listen to the accumulative sounds of the others. You are used to being awake at ungodly hours, of course, but typically they are spent alone; this is an uncommon occurrence. Now, anyways, you wish you had a way of contacting people. You already feel homesickness writhe around in your stomach, and your dread for what is going to happen next is outmatched by your gnawing curiosity regarding the fate of your family in the fire. Of course, you know their chances for survival was close to none, but—

“Y/N?”

You almost jump out of your skin, having not noticed the sinking of the couch next to you. You look over at the speaker, relaxing slightly. You put your hand on your chest. “Sorry,” you breath to Donatello as you try to calm your beating heart. “I uh, kinda zoned out.”

“It’s alright.” His posture is awfully stiff. “I just figured—ya know, since we’re going to be interacting more—we should uh, get to know each other a bit.”

You nod as you stretch your legs back out. “Sounds like a plan.” You turn your body to face him, shaking a little from the start but getting over it relatively quickly. “Oh, by the by, you’re the one that can kill me with your bare hands. You can and should relax.”

He rubs the back of his neck. “Was it that obvious?”

“A little,” you shrug. “But, in your defense,” you smile playfully, “if some random bitch walked up to me and started telling me every detail of my past, I’d be hesitant to get too friendly too.”

“Oh, it’s not that!” He put his hands up, talking oddly quickly. “It’s just that you’re the first human I’ve ever met, and really the only person I’ve ever really talked to that isn’t one of my brothers or Splinter—”

A memory slaps you across the face. “Oh! Right!” You grab his hands, making sure his full attention was on you. “I gotta tell you something really important.”

He went red. “W-what?”

“I don’t think it’s wise to tell you outright exactly what’s going to happen,” you start, impulsively running your thumb over one of his knuckles, “but if you run into a triceratops man, or if you hear about a triceratops man, you have to kill him immediately.”

“I- huh?”

“Three or so episodes before the season three finale,” you repeat, “you or someone else is going to run into a triceratops man, who you have to kill. If you let him live, the world as you know it will be destroyed and sucked into a black hole.”

“Black hole?” He blinks. “So, in a few months, we—what?”

“Well, they call it a black hole, anyways.” You roll your eyes. “It’s pretty weak sauce for a black hole. I’d hasten to call it more than a portal, but, I guess, technically, it’s a black hole.”

“You seem to know quite a bit about this sort of thing.” He smiles awkwardly. “You know, for someone who just kinda popped out of the blue.”

“Well, yeah.” You smile back. “People like you inspire me to learn more about how the world around me works.”

His pupils dilate, and he breaks eye contact. “Wait, but you said that we had at least until the season five finale, right?” You feel his thumb wrap around yours slightly. “If that’s the case, how can a black hole destroy our world? We’d die with it, wouldn’t we?”

“See, you would think that.” You shrug, letting his hands fall between you two. “But the show is already playing fast and loose with science in general, so.”

“I am legitimately so confused right now.”

You sigh, patting him on the shoulder. “Me too, buddy.”

“I just—“

“Honey.” You stifle a giggle. “No combination of words will make any of this make any more sense than it already does.”

“I know, but—“

“Listen, if you ask me any more questions, we’ll start having to deal with more time travel bullshit then we’ll already have to.”

He sighs. “Okay, I’m dropping it.”

You nod, already feeling the sting of guilt. “But, hey,” you nudge with your shoulder teasingly, “if it makes you feel any better, you definitely got the most sugar than your brothers.”

He blinks. “What does that have anything to do with that?”

“Compensation? I dunno.” You pull your legs under you. “Just trying to make up for the fact that it’s really not a good idea for me to give out too much info about an uncertain future.”

There is an awkward pause.

“So,” Donatello asks gently, “if you don’t mind me asking, you said you died, right?”

You nod.

“So, uh, how did you…?”

“House fire.”

He blinks. “You… you remember—?”

“Yup.” You chuckle tightly. “Every excruciating detail.”

He tenses slightly. “I’m sorry.”

You sigh. “Don’t be. Not your fault.” ‘My fault, actually.’

He rests his head on his hand. After a pause, “Do you know, then?”

“Know what?”

“You know, what happens after.”

You shake your head. “I blacked out and now I’m here. I’m guessing you don’t run into a ton of people like me.”

He cracks a smile. “I don’t really run into a ton of people period.”

You try to help lighten this stifling mod you have created. “Well, I’m glad your first introduction to humanity proper is through some psycho pseudo-Cassandra.”

“Less Cassandra and more just general prophet.” He grins. “If Raph believes you enough to go off the handle—well, I guess that’s just Raph in general.”

You chuckle. “Hey,” you whine teasingly, “lay off your brother. Obviously he’s a very levelheaded man.”

“Totally.” He rolls his eyes good naturedly. “Cool as a cucumber, that guy.”

“Speaking of, where is everyone?” You look around the noticeably empty living room.

“Sleeping, probably. I tend to stay up later than they do.”

“And why’s that, Bill Nye?”

He shrugs. “It’s easier to work when people aren’t asking for help with things.”

“That is very fair.” You close your eyes as you lean against the back of the couch. “I must say, I’m not envious of your position.”

You hear him shift closer. “Why’s that?”

“If you don’t already, you’re probably—at least, from what I’ve seen,” you clarify. “Well, it seems like, sometimes, you have the world on your shoulders. It can’t be a good feeling.”

A pause. “I guess you could say that, yeah.”

You stretch upwards. “But” you continue, moaning softly as you feel your muscles crack, “if it makes you feel any better, I have—or at least had— access to the internet. I will gladly explain google.”

He clears his throat. “The internet search engine or the number?”

You grin. “Either or, although I would most certainly lose track if my zeros halfway through at best.”

He laughs. “It took me so long to figure out how to say it,” he sighs, “The trick is to just say zero for a long time and eventually just kinda zone out. You can really just stop after fifty and people won’t notice.”

“See,” you open your eyes, wrapping an arm around his shoulder—he certainly stiffened up quick— “that is why I like you, Donnie. You always know the score.”

He relaxes quickly. His speech is slurred a little. “You like me?”

“Hell yeah I do!” Your voice is noticeably lighter than it was before, more relaxed. “You are totally awesome, if you’ll pardon my candor.”

“N-not at all!” He smiled bashfully. “I’m flattered, really. I just—I’m surprised is all. I didn’t think you’d—uh—_like_ someone like me.”

“What? Why?” You are, apparently, extremely dense. “You’re the coolest guy ever!”

“Well, I’m not really a guy.”

“Wait, is this the whole turtle thing again?” You roll your eyes, leaning into him as you close them. “Dude, legitimately? I don’t care.”

His voice softened. “You what?”

“I don’t care. You’re smart, reliable, funny… I mean, what isn’t there to appreciate?” ‘I didn’t expect him to feel warm.’ “If I’m being honest,” you shrug in an attempt to stay casual, “and, if you promise not to give me shit—”

“I won’t,” he promises, almost eagerly.

You smile. “I will admit that I had a thing for you, along with many other people where I’m from. Fictional crush, you know.”

“You’re joking,” he challenges.

“Scout’s honor.” You raise your right hand, already starting to zone out. ‘Really warm…’

“You’re serious?”

You hum in confirmation. “I don’t…” You yawn, the weight of the incredible stress admittedly starting to take its toll. “I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable after what I just said,” you mumble, curling into him, admittedly not in your right mind, “but do you mind staying here until I fall asleep? Sup… surprisingly enough, you are ridiculously warm and comfortable and warm.”

He tenses up a little, but slowly wraps an arm around your shoulder. “Yeah. I’ve got nothing better to do.” His voice is gentle, soft.

“I owe you cupcakes.” You nod off.

--

You could tell you boosted his confidence if only a little bit. He stood taller the next night; admittedly, you feel a sense of pride at his pride. At least, it makes up for the verbal abuse from his brothers when they find you asleep together.

As you walk down the street that next night with Donnie shadowing you, you consider the pros and cons of revealing more about what you know; although there were certainly more items for pro, the chaos theory was sort of a big deal, and, knowing the reputation of this franchise and its post-apocalyptic bullshit, the last thing you need is to tempt fate. Still, something about this felt wrong, like not telling someone to get out of the way of a moving car. ‘Wish I were Cassandra,’ you think bitterly. ‘At least I wouldn’t feel bad.’

You stop in front of the offending building. ‘Finally.’ You look around for your chaperone and, after not seeing him— ‘Fucking ninjas, man.’—sigh and give in. “Good night,” you said to the open air.

You look back at the door, startled to see someone looking back at you. ‘You are fucking with me right now.’ You wave awkwardly as the man holds the door open for you. You step inside the building, making a beeline for the elevator. ‘A doorman? Really?’ The lobby was entirely too hotelish for your liking, the warm lighting bouncing off the smooth tile cleanly. ‘How much is this place, anyways? It’s fucking New York.’ You press one of the buttons. ‘If I’m the one paying rent, I am royally fucked.’

Somehow, via some sort of divine intervention, you find the apartment. You take the key out of your pocket— ‘Note to self: scavenge up enough money for a keychain.’—and stepped inside.

The apartment made you do a double take. It is so… familiar. Nicer than usual, more polished, yet somehow exactly how you’ would have used the space. The floors are hardwood, the walls painted a relatively neutral color that is easy on the eyes. As soon as you enter, you see the kitchen to your left; small, but considering it is only you, it would be perfect. To your left, down a short hall, is a bathroom—bright white surfaces with black countertops. And in the only other room in the apartment, in front of you, is a bed, a couch, some chairs, a table, a chest of drawers, a closet, a television, and a coffee table with a phone and an envelope on it.

You walk over to a large window overlooking the street, shutting it and sitting down on the couch. You pick up the letter first, carefully breaking its seal and pulling out a note and a card. Your heart leaps as you see your name in white lettering. ‘Well, having a credit card doesn’t sound too bad.’ You place it back onto the table as you start reading.

“Dear Y/N L/N:

We understand that the transition between your previous life and this one may be difficult, and we at The TIS are more than happy to provide for you and your needs during this transition period. Your questions are likely numerous. That is the purpose of this document, to address any concerns you may have.

Finances/Personal Belongings: The most noted concern of those just beginning in our program is to do with housing. We understand that it is incredibly important to the mental health of our members to have relatively stable housing, especially considering the strange, new environment they have been thrown into. Your residence is paid for by the TIS. All necessary emergency services (repair costs of any sort, medical bills, phone bills, etc.) and any utilities that may be included in said residence are also covered by this plan. In addition, your TIS assigned debit card will receive a daily balance of $300 (balance will change with inflation), which can be used at your discretion. Your residence has been pre-furnished to what our experts believe to be your taste, and your refrigerator and cupboards are filled with a variety of raw food items. Silverware, crockery and cookware has also been included. You have also been provided with various detergents and whatever hygiene products you used before your transition. These things will be replenished biweekly unless, for whatever reason, you start using different food/hygiene products. In this event, your inventory will be adjusted accordingly.

You are currently in position of one (1) weeks’ worth of clothing, including any undergarments applicable, which includes 7 pairs of pants and 7 shirts taken from your wardrobe, along with any clothing you are currently wearing.

Cell Phone: Your TIS assigned cell phone is, practically speaking, identical to your previous device. Any streaming services you were previously subscribed to, along with any you may decide to subscribe to, are covered by the TIS. Your login information is included with your banking/personal information, all of which is included in this envelope. If you wish to upgrade your phone as the years go by, or if you wish to purchase a second device, these log ins will still be available to you, although you will be required to purchase any additional software/electronics through our website: www.TISShop.org/FU. A charging cord and block are located by your bed. We recommend purchasing a case for your device.

Please note that all websites/services/apps previously available to you are also available via TIS approved electronic devices.

Employment: Employment has not been taken the TIS. We do not offer employment, although minors have been provided with a permit in the event that you chose to enter the workforce. If you choose to enter the workforce, aid will continue to be provided.

Enrollment: All minors are required by the TIS to enroll in their local school. Any documents required are provided in this envelope. If you are currently attending a college/university, or are thinking of enrolling/reenrolling, any credits you have accumulated will be transferred to whatever college/university you choose to attend. If you are currently a minor considering attending college, your funds will be provided by the TIS if applicable.

Identification: Any websites/services/products that are age restricted will be available to you, regardless of age.

Death: We at the TIS assure you that unnatural death, in your current situation, is not a matter that you need concern yourself with. While it is certainly possible to die, it is extremely unlikely, and we have the policy in place in the event of your death.

We at the TIS are aware of your awareness of the place you are now in. We wish to stress the importance consuming any media associated with the world in which you find yourself. If you gain nothing from this letter, please remember that we at the TIS are here for you, if only indirectly.

We wish you luck.”

The letter ends there. You check the envelope to see the other documents listed.

You stand up, picking up your new phone and laying down on the bed. You are left reeling from the little information you have been given. ‘So I was brought here. Well,’ you sigh, closing your eyes, ‘I guess I already knew that, but…’

You start scrolling through your device. Everything is still there, except for your contacts. You try to call what numbers you had memorized; they are apparently invalid.

You curl into a fetal position, clutching onto your jacket. “Well,” you mumble to yourself almost bitterly, “at least I know I won’t starve to death.” You decide against even turning the lights off as you hug yourself tightly. “This,” you decide, “is going to majorly suck.”

You nod off, already dreaming of smoke.

Table Of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

[muddyhippy]

A Tangled Problem 

Adorable artwork by the ever-lovely @smolghostings

Updated on AO3 here

Lily padded into the common room still quite sleepy but with a single goal in mind. She’d got up out of Jonny’s bunk whilst he was still fast asleep, carefully extracting herself from his cuddling arm determined to get washed, dressed and make a nice breakfast for everyone.

 She’d had another bad nightmare and Jonny had stayed up late with her telling stories and singing. He made her feel safe and cared for enough that the nightmares stopped being horrible and scary in her head for the rest of the night so she wanted to let him sleep and make a tasty breakfast. Her plan was going quite well when she washed and dressed but was too excited and distracted by recipe ideas when tackling her locks and then quickly got stuck, literally, when it came to brush her hair.

 Lily’s hair was a thick mass of candyfloss-soft silvery tangles at the best of times but last night’s upset had obviously made it ten times worse.

 Her brush got stuck and no matter what she did it wouldn’t come free.

 It hurt when she tugged and pulled and struggled. Enough to make tears prick her eyes.

 So she headed to find the one person who’d be probably best to help.

Without ceremony she headed directly to the person she wanted who was sat on the sofa where they usually were this time of a morning, making use of the quiet, completely absorbed in their music to the point they didn’t notice her approach until she climbed into their lap.

 Tim physically startled to suddenly have a lapful of Lily appear between his chest and his guitar and stare intensely at him.

 “Um hello Sweetness?” he began, thoroughly on the back foot.

 “Tim! Help!” She pleaded by way of greeting, tears already spiking.  

 He tensed, fully poised to unquestioningly murder the shit out of whatever that had prompted this response.

 She pointed.

 Tim’s eyes alighted on her very tangled-in-hair brush caught up in her tresses. His eyes ran a quick diagnostic that helpfully returned the report ‘Ouch’.

 “Oh.” He considered why she was showing him this and came up with nothing, “Um why—?”

 “Because Jonny’s asleep,” She explained simply, “and you’ve got the prettiest hair, you tangle it all up in your goggles but it always ends up nice and untangled again so you’ve got to be good at hair-brushing.”

 That, that was an impressive leap of logic he had to give her that.

 “But Raphaella…?” He began weakly.

 “She has really pretty hair too and it’s even longer than yours but it’s never tangled! Yours does so you’ve got more practice at fixing it. Please?” She sniffed, “I’ve tried and tried and it only hurts more.”

 Tim took pity on her, that snarl up did look painful and it was obvious everything she’d tried had made it worse.

 Plus, she was doing the look that Jonny warned him about, the whole ‘her-eyes-take-up-half-her-face-look’ that made his insides get twisty and him want to fix whatever the matter was every time she pulled it.

 He suddenly understood why Jonny was willing to do as much stuff as he did. Lily was bloody hard to say no to when she looked like a particularly sad octokitten.

 “Um, alright then.” He carefully put down his guitar to give the small, miserable child his full attention.

 It really was a disaster. Tim considered his approach whilst ignoring the growing warmth in his chest at the idea that the little girl who’d joined them not that long ago apparently trusted him enough to ask for help with something personal that had left her vulnerable. He couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. Probably Bertie. Best not think about that then.

 “Okay Sweetness, can you turn around for me so I can get to the brush please?”

 She sniffed again, “Okay, thank you Tim,” she pressed a heartfelt kiss to his bearded cheek before turning around obviously utterly convinced that he’d got this and she trusted him implicitly that he’d make this better.

 Fuck, he hated Jonny for not being awake.

 Tim, not for the first time since Lily joined them, regretted being an only child with absolutely no sibling experience to deal with situations like this.

 Ah fuck it, he’d do his best.

 Using his enhanced vision, the patience he used when cleaning and repairing his weapons and the comb he kept in his coat pocket but would never admit to, he very carefully, painstakingly, detangled her hair.

 After half an hour he managed to free the brush from her head then proceeded to comb all her locks clear so she would be tangle free for the next five minutes at least. Maybe he’d have to ask Ashes to show Lily how to plait properly since he’d seen Ashes wear some excellent styles over the years and their hair length was closer to Lily’s than Raph’s was.

 He’d never bothered to learn, he liked having long hair, it was something that was his own rebellion after strictness at school and whilst he was completing his mechanical engineering apprenticeship. It was easy to tuck it up under a cap after all.

 He’d tried not to show how heartbroken he’d been when he’d been conscripted and shorn short again. Bertie had known of course and told him he was still just as handsome. During the time in the tunnels his hair had grown out again since no one was really paying attention to uniform rules in the depths of the war.

 He’d kept it long ever since. He wasn’t sure if it was out of defiance or as tribute to Bertie who’d never been able to keep his fingers out of it when they were alone together.

 Tim mentally shook himself, now was definitely not the time to start down that track. That route led to months locked in the armoury, building non-stop. Or murdering Jonny repeatedly for being a dick (or just being present). Neither of which were viable responses right now.

 “Right then, I think we’re done, turn around for me Lily.”

 The little girl shuffled around on his lap to face him, she shook her head slightly, smile immediately blossoming across her face. “It feels so nice! Thank you!”

 Little arms engulfed him in a grateful hug, enveloping him like the octokitten she masqueraded as half the time.

 The master-at-arms was unspeakably relieved he’d not fucked this up, “You’re very welcome Sweetness, now, let’s show you how to brush your hair without it getting all tangled up. Sound good?”

 “Yes please! Jonny helps me a lot but he doesn’t know as many tricks.”

 “Jonny doesn’t have as much patience, he’s had longer hair a few times but mostly because he couldn’t be bothered to cut it.”

 “Did he have hair as long as yours?”

 “No. Just to his shoulders.”

 “Oh.” She considered, “Mine’s already nearly that long.”

 “I had noticed.” He couldn’t help grinning, as she tried assess the length of her hair first by tipping her head forwards to see, realising that wasn’t working then using her hand to feel the end of her lengths whilst trying to look out of the corner of her eyes. Her little tongue poked out of the corner of her mouth in solidarity and concentration.

 “I want to grow mine more.”

 “Oh yes?”

 “Yes! So I can be as pretty as Raphaella and you!”

 Tim felt both the blush and lump rise.

 “That’s, that’s kind of you to say Sweetness, but you’re lovely just as you are. You don’t have to look like anyone else to be better in some way.”

 Lily paused and thought about it.

 “Well, I won’t be exactly like you and Raphaella,” she conceded, “my hair’s a different colour.”

 He couldn’t argue with the statement, she was a lot lighter than even Raphaella, “That’s very true.”

 “But I still want it long. I think it’ll be even nicer long.”

 Tim couldn’t help but smiling at that very familiar conviction, “Then I best show you how to look after it then shouldn’t I?”

 Lily beamed, lighting up the way she did whenever any of them took time to show her something. It was why they all, without exception, took time to demonstrate things to her. They might be immoral, immortal space pirates but none of them were above wanting to feel like a hero for teaching a kid to tie her shoe laces, flip pancakes or make belt holes. “Yes please!”

 Which is why Brian walked in twenty minutes later looking for his fellow chef to find Lily and Tim in the middle of a hair brushing lesson, The child sat on the master-at-arms lap facing him, little tongue was back poking out in concentration, a long hank of Tim’s glossy tresses held reverentially in Lily’s tiny hand, her other carefully brushing it through as Tim talked her through the method of working in stages, his hands guiding hers, starting at the bottom and slowly working up to the roots.

 Brian cleared his throat

 Mechanised eyes zeroed in on the pilot, “This isn’t what it looks like—” Began Tim, colour rising dramatically in his face.  

 Brian raised an eyebrow.

 “Tim’s teaching me to brush hair properly so my brush doesn’t get all tangled up in my hair again because that hurts!”

 Tim sighed, utterly defeated.

 “You know,” commented Brian, attempting to sound innocuous, “that looks exactly like what’s happening.”

 Lily looked puzzled, “That’s because it is.”

 “Quite right too,” Agreed the pilot, “looks like you’re doing a good job.” Brian took closer notice of their youngest crewmember, her usually wild mass of waves looked decidedly neat with that glossy sheen that only came with extensive grooming. “Did Tim do yours earlier?”

 “Yes! He’s really good! I got my brush stuck in my hair and he got it out and brushed it really nicely! I asked him because he has really pretty hair and is good at getting tangles out of it after he wears his goggles. He’s really gentle and clever at it!”

 Brian was amused to watch battle of emotions war over Tim’s face pride, pleasure, embarrassment and fury all crossed his face, clearly annoyed that this moment of softness with Lily was being witnessed.

 Brian found he didn’t care all that much for Tim’s comfort, this was more important. Tim and Lily were bonding over something other than guns, completely unprompted. This was good progress. The fact that Tim was obviously trusted enough by Lily for her to ask his help and that he’d clearly given it freely said a lot about how comfortable they were becoming together which wasn’t bad for barely three weeks on board for Lily. Then again, last week her nightmare-stricken visit to Tim’s room that night she couldn’t find Jonny had probably cemented him as a ‘safe’ adult she could go to when the first mate wasn’t available.

 Brian hoped the rest of them would become as easy to approach eventually.

 It was nice to be reminded that deep under everything, he and his crew, at a push, could remember how to be kind.

 “Right well, I’ll leave you to finish. Would you like me to start breakfast Lily?”

 The child paused, looking conflicted.

 “I am more than happy to.” Brian clarified.

 Relief flooded her little face, “Oh um, yes please.”

 “Did you have a plan?”

 “Scrambled eggs and bacon and pancakes.” She recited her intended feast immediately. Jonny liked pancakes, said his mummy made them for him sometimes when she had the time and they were still his favourite if he had to choose.

 Bacon had been a completely new food for Lily, but she loved how the saltiness of the slices complimented the sweetness of the pancakes, she wanted to learn how to make the syrup Ashes liked to go with it too. Eggs were very special because they were a treat on her ship, they had a few sealed cartons that they opened for very special events. On Aurora she could have eggs for every meal if she wanted AND they were fresh! In shells!

 Brian had explained gently that eggs were more of a breakfast food and it was better to have them in one meal a day rather than more because she might get bored of them. (Also he was worried how much more omelette/poached eggs/boiled eggs/scrambled eggs/frittata/fried egg combinations the crew could endure with a smile and he really didn’t want to put off their newest member from the job she liked. Thankfully Lily took instruction and hints with equal grace).

 “Sounds good to me!” Approved Tim, feeling that she shouldn’t feel all that bad about not cooking one meal.

 Brian smile widened, pleased she was deciding to spend more time with Tim, “Me too, right then, I’ll get started, you can join me when you and Tim are done. See you later.” He left the scene as the two continued their lesson.

 “Right then, reckon you can do the rest before Brian finishes?”

 “Yeah!”

 Tim arrived to breakfast on the table, Lily holding his hand, the two looking decidedly neater than normal.

 As the others began to gently tease and pass the pancakes Brian looked over the group, his family, and couldn’t help but smile.