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Reader: Must be hard not being able to laugh

Leonardo: I do have a sense of humor you know

Reader: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Leonardo: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

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Casey: Would you slap your best friend for $1000?

Raphael: I would slap (Y/n) for free

Reader, tearing up: I’m your best friend??

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Amnesiac Patient: Chapter 2 | Bay!Donatello x Fem!Reader

I know it's been forever but I'm finally back with a part 2! So exciting! I hope everyone enjoys!

Part 1

Trigger warnings: Swearing, mentions of kidnapping, a mention of rape if you squint. 

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You awake to a loud banging sound, followed by a screech of wood scrapping along wood.

You're quick to sit up and blink the tired, heaviness from your eyes. Panic flooding through your system as you trying to process what is happening through your tired haze. The first thing you see are wide, hazel eyes staring right back at you. They're filled with fear and confusion. Wait... eyes?

Oh fuck, that's right. You brought an injured stranger home last night. One far from being human. Now you're caught in an awkward situation of just staring at each other. Neither of you moving a muscle.

His hands are twitching slightly, as if they're anxious to move and do something but are unsure of what they want to achieve. The rest of his body tense, ready to move at a moment's notice. The man looks like a deer caught in headlights but somehow seems more a lion ready to pounce. It feels very unnerving...

He finally breaks eye contact glancing around, occasionally looking back at you. You are confused at first, until realization hit you. He's trying to find a way out.

You can't let him leave. Its broad daylight right now, and you doubt the citizens of New York will take kindly to a six-foot, walking, human like turtle. Not to mention he's still heavily injured.

So, you immediately throw your hands up in a surrender motion. Trying to seem less threatening.

He jumps at the motion, back peddling into the table that was already pushed back, likely the sounds that woke you, pushing it back further and almost falling onto it. Hissing softly as he does. Luckily, he regained his balance quickly, you can't afford another coffee table.

"It's okay! It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you! You can relax, you're safe here!" You speak to him softly, afraid he'll run away if you don't. You aren't even sure if he can understand you, just trying to reassure him the only way you know how. Hoping that if he can't, at the very least he'll understand through the tone of your voice.

You stay put, not wanting to put him on edge further by advancing towards him.

He still seems on edge; his hands still twitching softly and his legs still rigid. However, his shoulders have dropped, and his arms have loosened up. Which is a step in the right direction.

"W.. Who are you- Wh-What am I doing here? Where is here?"

You must look like an idiot with your mouth hung open. You didn't expect him to understand English, let alone speak it. You're beyond bewildered by the man standing before you.

You're quick to close your mouth and scold yourself. The last thing he wants is you gawking at him like he's some circus show freak. Besides, he had a lot of technology with him when you found him. Of course, he knows some kind of language! Idiot!

"I-I'm (Y/N). I-I found you last night injured in an alley way... so I brought you back to my apartment to help you."

There is a long pause before-

"You found me in an alley way? You brought a total stranger into your home? You do know 1,435 people are abducted each year? That's only the cases that have been reported! It could have been a trap, not to mention you have no idea who I was. What if I was a criminal? I could have all of your personal information by now, if you're lucky all I take is the information. I also now know where you live. It was very careless of you to just bring me to your home." He pushes up his taped-up glasses as he finishes, giving you a very unapproving look.

Is this man... seriously lecturing you? After you saved his life? You're honestly at a loss for words.

"But I... I saved your life!"

"Yes, and thank you, but next time you should be far more cautious."

You're back to having your mouth hanging open. You honestly don't even know what to say. Who in the hell lectures someone after they save them?

"What was I supposed to do?! I couldn't call the police! You'd be sent to a lab or something! And if I just left you there you could have died, or someone might have seen you!"

"I-I'm not saying what you did was wrong. It was actually very kind of you. It's just... I'm just... trying to help you understand is all..." He becomes shy, or maybe shameful. Rubbing the back of his neck and staring at the floor.

Somehow, he's made you feel like the asshole. You sigh softly, trying to find the right words to make him feel better about this whole situation.

"Well.. On the plus side I know I made the right decision. I doubt a "criminal" would lecture me on staying safe."

He opens his mouth to respond, but it seems he changes his mind as he snaps his mouth shut again. Looking awkwardly large in your small living room as he shifts nervously.

You decide to try and fill the newfound awkward silence. "So.. what was your name? If you.. had one?" Was it offensive to ask if he had a name?

"I'm- ..." He trails off scrunching his brows? No, he doesn't have eyebrows, so scrunching his brow ridges? Anyway, the reaction is concerning but you try to give him time.

He sits there for a few moments, and you can just see the gears grinding in his head, but it doesn't seem to help because he lets out a quiet "I-I don't.."

It's heart wrenching how distraught he sounded, eyes flicking around as if your small apartment would give him the answers he was looking for. You immediately want to comfort him.

"Hey, it's okay. You were... pretty banged up. It might take a moment for everything to come back.. Why don't you take a seat on the couch, and I'll make us some breakfast okay?"

He nods shakily, and while he still seems a bit hesitant, he moves towards you and sits on the couch you had slept on throughout the night. He makes the couch look so small, especially as it creaks under his weight and you thank the stars it holds him because you couldn't possibly afford a new one.

"Here, put on whatever you'd like." You tell him as you pass him the remote.

He takes it gently from your hand, despite his size, and you can't help but to stare at his large, scaley, three-fingered hand which dwarfed yours in comparison. Quickly catching yourself and looking away once he retreats.

"Any requests?"

He looks at you with confusion, and something about him just screams that he's not all there. "What?"

You smile softly, "For breakfast, remember?"

"Oh. Um.. no. Make whatever you would like." He looks down to the remote in his hands as he starts fiddling with it. He seems very much like the nervous type - but then again, you'd probably be nervous in his shoes too.

"Alright, I'll bring it out to you once it's done. Okay?"

"Okay..."

As you were walking towards the kitchen, you think of something but decide against it. If he can't even remember his name, he likely won't remember if he has any allergies. Although he could apparently remember a very specific statistic about kidnapping.. what an odd man.

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So exciting! Ugh I can't wait to make part 3!

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Reader: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Leonardo: Wasn’t Mikey with you?!

Mikey: In my defense I was also left unsupervised.

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Leonardo: * Finds crumpled up piece of paper * Oh, what's this?

Reader: Hm? Oh, that's just my to-do list!

Leonardo: Wow you're being productive, good for you, I never thought that-

Leonardo: ... This... only has my name on it...

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Reader: Did you know your skin is your biggest organ?

Raphael: *smug* Not my biggest organ.

Everyone else in the room:

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What uuuuup! I've only been gone for like a gazillion years, but I have returned!! So please do not be shocked if I finally answer old ass requests! Also please feel free to send me brand new requests as a welcome back! I'm so happy to be back, and I'm ready to cater to every single one of you! I hope you're ready to get your fill of our favorite tmnt boys! Whoooooo!

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Knight in Shining Red Armour | Bay!Raphael x Fem!Reader

Jay is Reader's recent toxic ex who just can't seem to let her go, and Raph isn't very impressed :)) Also not proof read. Enjoy lovelies!

Warning: Mental, verbal, and physical abuse from a partner, stalking, threatening with knife

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You couldn't handle Jay's behavior any longer.

You gave him plenty of chances to change, to become the man you remembered being in love with. Of course, it never happened. His behavior continued to take a turn for the worse.

Slowly over the two years you'd been with him he morphed into someone who quite frankly terrified you.

At first the concerning behavior was so small; it wasn't even a concern yet. Frequently taking peeks at your phone when he thought you wouldn't notice, or asking where you were randomly throughout the day. At first these were easily brushed off. You glanced at his phone occasionally too out of pure curiosity, and you also thought about he throughout your day.

Of course, that was just the beginning. Over time he slowly became more... scary, but you were so blind to it. He began trying to control you, subtly of course. Suggesting which jewelry, you should wear and evening telling you your shoes didn't look good so you should wear the one's he liked. He'd order for you in restaurants, but it was never what you wanted, and he wouldn't let you ask for it to be changed. You thought that he just wanted you to look your best and be a gentleman that ordered for his woman. Oh, how wrong you were, it should have been your wake-up call.

The worst mistake you made was moving in with him six months ago. He completely changed after that.

You thought Raph had a temper, but Jay's was so much worse. He'd get mad over the smallest things, and once he was it was honestly terrifying. He'd break just about everything in his path -everything that wasn't his of course- and at the end it was pretty much your job to clean up. Since, "If you hadn't made me mad, I wouldn't have done it in the first place."

He didn't want you leaving the house without him unless it was for work. Of course, he didn't know about the boys, so it was one of your main reasons for your fights. On top of that, he refused to let any of your family or friends over. He wouldn't even let you have an apartment warming.

Despite all that he'd never lay a hand on you so you thought perhaps it was fixable. Which led you to telling Jay it was therapy or you were leaving. You made him do his own therapy and on top of it, couples therapy for the two of you.

The next big mistake you made was ignoring the sweet therapist when she was really trying to be a girl's girl and get you to run from him as fast as you could. Of course, she didn't say it like that but it's what she meant. Why you ignored it you don't know, especially since at this time your feelings for Jay were fading fast while your feelings for a certain red loving ninja were growing fast.

And just a few weeks ago Jay had done the absolute unthinkable. Something that had opened your eyes and forced you to end the relationship.

You had once again got into a screaming match when you tried to leave without him to see the boys in the guise of spending time April at a club. It wasn't anything new, but you felt bad for the poor neighbors who surely could hear and had to endure it.

Then he'd done it. He slapped you across the face, and hard. He held back nothing. You were stunned and almost immediately you started to cry. Turning to leave, but he had stopped you trying to apologize.

When you weren't having it and told him the relationship was over and to let you go his rage came back tenfold. He had started beating you furiously, he had almost killed you choking you out.

In fact, if it hadn't been for your burly, retired veteran neighbor who had literally broken down your door when he heard your cries for help, you honestly might have died then.

You couldn't be more grateful for him and remember him dragging Jay off you as if he were a ragdoll and giving him a good few sucker punches to the face, all while your other neighbors -a sweet old couple that baked you things occasionally watching in horror. The man covering his wife's eyes as he called 911 and then it was all black from there.

Luckily you hadn't spent too long in the hospital. You had a couple fractured ribs, a broken nose, a broken arm, and were bruised to hell but all things that could heal at home.

When questioned by the police you told the truth and pressed charges, glad to know your boyfriend - ex boyfriend was behind bars and would be charged with attempted murder among other things. Well... would be since your previous mentioned veteran neighbor had broken his nose and put a fracture in his jaw. Satisfying information.

After all that you begged them not to tell the boys the real reason you were in the hospital, to which they agreed and let everyone involved in the case know not to get lose lipped and stick with it being a mugging. Mostly because you feared Jay wouldn't live to see the court date, but also because they would say I told you so. Well probably not, but they would think it. None of your friends liked Jay, but they really didn't like him.

Once you were out you were allowed to go back home which was surprisingly cleaned up. Learning it was from the efforts of your neighbors which warmed your heart. In turn you had ordered out and purchased desserts for all three of them the rest of the week.

The boys had fretted over you since then. Not a single one of them letting you walk to the lair or home alone. You also received text messages from them throughout the day, asking how you were doing and if you were alright. It warmed you heart even if it was becoming slightly annoying. You couldn't be mad though, it showed just how much they cared for you.

Raph himself seemed worse than the others though. He had wanted you to tell him if you were making any late-night runs to the store or even April's place. You thought you might have even seen a glimpse of his red mask on the building across the street when you were looking out the window once. It made you believe that -just maybe-he returned the budding feelings you had for him.

Now though, now you had wished you had texted him that you were making a quick night trip to the store. Wished you had asked if he'd follow you like your knight in shining red armor and make sure you'd be safe. Because no one, not a single person thought it'd be a good idea to tell you that Jay was out on bail.

Of course you'd be his first target. Why wouldn't you be? He had followed you when you left your apartment. He had struck when there wasn't anyone nearby, not even a car driving in the street, before he dragged you into an alleyway.

Which led you to now, terrified and shaking with a knife pressed to your neck. He was saying something, but you couldn't really process it. Just knowing his voice was dripping with hatred.

Your head was running a mile a minute and yet it felt so empty. You were trying to think back on the self-defense training you were forced to go through. The only thing coming to mind was his voice saying, "Find an opening."

He always said that. An opening to run or an opening to attack it didn't matter. "Whatever feels right" he'd said.

Nothing felt right. There was no opening. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place. The run-down brick of the building behind you digging into your back and his cold, sharp knife digging into your throat. This was it. You were going to die. You felt the tears welling up in your eyes...

But then- a laugh.

A laugh from a woman and soon a man followed suit with his own laughter, they didn't sound far from the opening of the alleyway. It had Jay swiveling his head to look, his grip loosing on the knife. This was it. This was your opening.

You stomped on his foot as your hand came up to his forearm holding the knife to shove him back. It didn't seem like he was prepared for you to fight back because he stumbled back easily, almost falling on his ass.

~

"Should I attack them, then?"

"You can. Or you can run. Whatever feels right."

"How do I know what 'feels right'."

"Trust me, you'll know what feels right half pint."

~

Raphael was right. You know what feels right immediately. In fact, you were already sprint away, practically tripping over your own two feet as you rounded the corner out of the alley way, before your mind even recognize the flight instinct.

Clumsily rummaging through your bag to find you phone without ever taking your eyes away from the sidewalk. The last thing you wanted was to trip over something or run into something. Especially not when a loud, furious call of your name and the stomping of footsteps catching up to you had your heart freezing.

You grip onto your cell phone once you find it dragging it out.

"h-Hey Google/Siri" Your breath is shaking, and your surprised you even got the words out. More surprised your phone recognized them.

"Call 'Hot Head'!"

"I'm sorry, do you want me to call "Hot Head" mobile?"

"Fucking yes! C-call him please you fucking-!" Your heart drops when you feel a hand swipe your back, forcing your legs to work overtime to get you the fuck away from him. Sobbing with just how close he had gotten to grabbing you.

"Got it. Calling 'Hot Head' mobile." You could strangle technology sometimes you swear. You're literally fighting for your life and she's over here taking her sweet ass time.

Each ring has your stomach dropping, and the next swipe against your back has your heart in your throat making you realize you had to try something else.

Suddenly changing direction into an alleyway that has Jay slipping to follow you. Throwing trash cans, and other small items close enough that will hopefully slow him down.

Your body feeling instant relief when you finally hear that gruff, deep accented voice.

"Hey short pint, miss me already?" He sounds cocky with his mild flirt, but you could quickly feel his shift to concern. You haven't even spoken a word, but you knew he could hear your heavy breaths and it didn't help that a sob is quick to escape you shortly after he spoke.

"What's wrong?" You could hear him shuffle -likely standing up- along with the concerned voices of his brothers. "Is she hurt?! OH MY GOD IS SHE DYING?!?!-" You can hear him grunt as he likely shoves his hand in Mikey's face to push him away, effectively cutting him off. Usually it'd make you laugh, but not now.

"R-Raph please! I-I- he's going to kill me t-this time! I- I can't- he-"

"Slow down Princess, where are ya?" It seemed like he a plethora of other questions on the tip of his tongue, but he's a man that can prioritize.

You try to think your mind hazy. Trying to look at the signs as you run. "I-I'm on Madison a-avenue! i-I'll head towards central park but-"

Your scream when Jay actually grabs ahold of your hoodie, dragging you back towards him. You start fighting against him, and screaming as loud as you possibly can. Trying to take your hoodie off without dropping your phone.

Him waving his knife around in a threatening way has you ditching your phone and your hoodie, barely getting your cast through your sleeve and scrambling to get away yet again. Heart clenching with the worried voices and words of the brothers that are quickly fading the faster you run away.

Without his voice you feel as if there is no hope for you now but no, you just have to head for the park. You told him that you would. He is coming for you; you know he is. You know he'd never let anything bad happen to you if he could stop it, and he's on his way to stop it now. You just have to hold out a little longer.

You keep telling yourself that. A little longer. Just a little longer.

Before you know it, you're stumbling into central park. You're muscles are numb, your lungs burn and no matter how hard you try you're slowing down. You already weren't fast enough to outrun Jay at your best.

So, you steal your nerves. Whipping around and throwing your hands in the air as a way of surrender.

"Wait! Jay wait, please wait! l-Let's talk about this! a-About us! O-Okay?"

You can't fight him off, not when he has a knife. So maybe you can stall. Maybe somewhere in his twisted, dark heart he does feel something for you. Even if it's just enough to take pity on you.

He scoffs but opens his mouth to speak. It seems that he does.

"Why? You obviously don't love me anymore! After everything I gave you! After everything I've done for you! You were willing to throw it all away for one mistake! I said I was sorry, but you couldn't accept that! I hadn't meant to hit you; you just made me mad! Don't you know how much I love you? If you even loved me, you would have understood that and dropped the charges... but you didn't. I had to get my mother to bail me out because you don't love me!"

You sob, squeezing your eyes shut as your whole body shudders. You can see it now, the clear manipulation. His attempts to gaslight you- even now! Hands shaking as you nod.

"y... you're right. I'm s-s-sorry Jay. I love you- i-I love you so much- I-I'll drop the charges, okay? I... I shouldn't have made you m-mad- It was all my fault a-and I'm s-so- so sorry. Okay?" You didn't mean a damn word. The words only stumbling out of you for your own survival. Hoping this would quell him enough to not want to murder you in cold blood.

It seemed it was working. He slowly lowered his knife as your words processed in his mind. The hatred from his face leaving and being replaced with love.

No, not love. Pride. He felt proud and it made you sick to your stomach. It made you realize he never loved you; he was just proud with himself whenever he got his way when it came to you. When he couldn't get his way when it came to you, that's when he got mad.

You tremble as he opens his arms, his voice inviting you to come over for a hug to make up.

You don't want to. You don't want to be anywhere near him, in fact the space between you now isn't nearly enough for your liking. You're afraid you'll have too though. To keep this rouse up, making hesitant steps toward him.

You find you don't have to. In fact, you can't, it's a physical impossibility to get anywhere near him. Not with the wall of scutes in front of you. Crying with relief from that bright flash of Red you see at the top of the ginormous shell.

There his is. Raphael in all his glory. Your knight in shining red armor. You feel like you can breathe, you feel like years of stress is just melting away. The sob that hit you as your legs wobble and straight up give out. You're safe, finally. You're alive and will continue to be as such.

You expect to hit the ground when your legs give way, but somehow are not very surprised to be caught. Turning to look up at the terrapin in purple.

"(Y/n)? Are you alright?" He's pulling his goggles down before you can even respond. You just know he's already using that thing to scan you and make sure.

"y-Yeah I-" You honestly don't know what to say. You feel so overwhelmed now that it's over. Everything feels so distant and foggy. As if you're having an out of body experience in a dream.

Although a scream is all it takes to pull you right back down to Earth and in your body it seems. Look over to see the absolute fury on Raphael's face.

He had one of Jay's arms in his hand, making it look far smaller than it actually should be; although that was hardly the problem as it was definitely misshapen. Leo and Mikey trying to pull him back, trying to get him to just "Stop!" and "Think for a moment Raphael!"

Your body moves before your brain has a chance to think about it. Waltz right up and placing one of your much smaller hands on his gripping Jay's wrist, the other naturally landing on the forearm of his same arm.

"R-Raph please. i-It's not worth it."

His beautiful green eyes dart to yours, his expression immediately softening from a look of pure rage - dare you say even murderous. Eyes swimming with conflict as he looks back towards Jay. Trying to keep his resolve to tear him to shreds.

"Raphael please. He's not worth it. Please just... just carry me home. Please."

His full name has his whole head snapping to you. His resolve fleeting faster than it ever has before as he reluctantly lets go of Jay's arm. Letting him drop to the ground as he shakes his brothers off who seem relieved.

"Looks like ya've been saved by the bell, bitch. Don't let me catch sight of ya anywhere near (Y/n), ya hear? Or next time there won't be any bell that can save ya."

He huffs before he's turning towards you. Any leftover aggression completely gone as he bends over and scoops you right up off the ground and snug against his chest bride style.

Ignoring the full-on rant Donnie starts up about possible injuries and how he should be more careful lifting you after an event like that.

"You're fine, aren't you Princess?"

He's looking down at you, practically whispering the words. You can just tell Donnie's nagging got under his skin. He looks a bit concerned even if he won't let his show through his whispered breath.

"I'm fine.. now that you're here. My knight in shining red armor."

The dark green that spreads across his face is satisfying; his gaze that flickers away from yours is far more satisfying.

Yes, you would always be fine as long as you had your knight in shining red armor.

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Should this have a part two? I feel like this should have a part two..

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Masterlist

Lost in the sea of my works? (At least what will hopefully be soon a sea don't @ me) Well be lost no longer!

All of our Lovable Boys:

Headcanons:

TBC...

Leonardo:

Series:

TBC...

One-Shot:

TBC...

Headcanons:

TBC...

Raphael:

Series:

TBC...

One-Shots:

Knight in Shining Red Armor

Headcanons:

TBC...

Donatello:

Series:

Amnesiac Patient (1, 2, Coming Soon)

One-Shots:

TBC...

Headcanons:

TBC...

Michelangelo:

Series:

TBC...

One-Shots:

TBC...

Headcanons:

TBC...

Incorrect quotes:

Raphael's Biggest Organ

To-Do List

Left Unsupervised

Slap your Best Friend

Sense of Humor

EXTRA:

TBC...

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Amnesiac Patient: Chapter 1 | Bay!Donatello x Fem!Reader

Okie this is going to be my first series! Yay!! I hope everyone is just as excited for this journey as I am! This has not been proofread, don't come at me.

Warnings: Talk of marijuana, hinting of kidnapping and human trafficking, severe injuries

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You glanced at the time on your cell phone, chewing at your lip as you looked back up at the very dark parking lot of your shit job. You suddenly wished you had a backbone to tell your coworker that no, you were not “cool with closing for him”. Especially since you knew he was just going to smoke some of the “devil’s lettuce” with his friends and not be there for his sister who was “giving birth like right now.” How? You may have overheard -eavesdropped- in on that call with said friends not even ten minutes prior. Thinking back, does he even have a sister?

No, that's hardly important. You’ve dug your grave already and now you must lay in it. Man is it difficult though. The dark creeping at the edges of what light is illuminating from the old shitty LED light poles of the parking lot is already making you feel uneasy and a bit queasy if you’re being honest.  

How are you expected to walk home when you don’t even want to walk across the parking lot? You steal your nerves, carefully fitting what keys you do have on your keyring between your fingers and slipping the other hand in your bag to fiddle with the small, bedazzled can of pepper spray your mom gave you for Christmas “just in case”, and begin your trek home. 

You can feel your nerves fraying with each step, constantly on the lookout for anything odd or out of the ordinary. Being extra cautious around alley entrances and crossing the street when anyone threatens your path. Other women be damned! You heard stories of some luring other women into traps. You aren’t taking any chances.

You’re rounding out around a particular alley entrance; ensuring there is space between you and a potential criminal if they were to be lurking within. Pausing when you see a figure laying on the ground, unmoving. It’s.. kind of human shaped? Honestly, it’s hard to see anything from where you are standing in the warm glow of a streetlamp. The dark of the alley way twisting your gut uncomfortably. 

You’ve heard of this too. People pretending to be hurt in order to lure kind, empathetic dumb girls into traps… 

Girls like you unfortunately. Your heart is far too big for your body, therefore making a home on your sleeve instead. You know better, in fact everything in you is screaming in you to just run, but that small voice in the back of your head whispers “But what if they die when you could have helped them? Can you live with yourself if they die when you could have done something?”

No, you could not live with yourself knowing you left someone to die. You would feel as if you killed them.

Gripping your pepper spray a bit tighter, you step closer to the alley and further from the false safety of the streetlight.

“Um.. are you alright?” You hesitantly call out. Chewing on your lip when there is no response. 

You really shouldn’t be doing this.. But you're stepping further into the alleyway, your gut really churring when you realize you’re completely surrounded by the dark. Gripping the pepper spray so tight you just know you’re going to have dozens of gem shaped indents in your hand for a few minutes once you actually let go. 

Creeping closer to the person, but.. the closer you get the less human they look. In fact, if you didn’t know any better, you’d say they aren’t human.

Once you’re practically on top of them you’re freezing up, your mouth is going dry, and your blood is running cold, and what the FUCK is that?!?! Is it a that?! Is it an IT?! Obviously, you don’t know better because whatever they are its most certainly not human!

Are they an alien? What else could they be?? God is there like a secret species the government is withholding from us and this is it? What are you even supposed to do? Are they even alive? If they're seriously injured, they should go to the hospital, but you doubt they could just waltz right in. Should you call the police? God but what if they are alive and have to spend the rest of it in a lab being poked and prodded? They may not be human, but that doesn’t mean they deserve something like that. Nothing alive does. 

You take a deep breath, hand leaving the pepper spray to drag down your face. Okay, deep breaths and one step at a time. You should make sure they’re alive before getting ahead of yourself. Couching down to try and find a pulse, or a breath, anything to signal life really.

Surprised to find a jugular artery, even more to see their chest rising and falling. They’re oddly.. human like. The more you scrutinize the more you realize they are an odd mix of turtle and human and… male looking. As your eyes further adjust you also realize they’re quite badly beaten up. Scraps, cuts, forming bruises, you name it he’s got it.

Chewing on your lip once more -honestly a bad habit that should be broken one day- you think what to do next. He obviously needs medical attention, but he can’t just waltz into an ER like you could. It’d literally cause public wide panic. The police are out of the question as you can already envision in a cell in some fancy, unescapable government lab. But you can’t just leave him here. 

So.. what do you do with him?

You sigh and glance around. You see some old forgotten tarp, and glance back toward the unconscious man in need of serious medical attention. You may only be a medical student, but you seem to be this only man’s hope.

Thus, you spend the next thirty minutes doing your best to get the man and all of his suspected personal items on the tarp -which is what leads you to believe he has some kind of higher intelligence considering the item. Then the next twenty finding random items to pile on and around him. Hoping to the high heavens if someone sees you trying, and likely failing, to pull this tarp of items they’ll believe you to be a hoarder taking your loot home and not someone hiding a very alienated and injured man beneath. 

You struggle pulling him along the sidewalk towards your apartment. Often slipping against the pavement which resulted in a scraped knee, or straight up tripping which you know is going to leave you bruised and sore. A couple times the thought of just leaving him crossed your mind, but it quickly made your heart squeeze uncomfortably with guilt and a twinge of sadness, and so you pressed on each time.

Once you finally dragged him into the small living room of your less than favorable apartment, your whole body was numb, and you just knew you’d feel the consequences of pulling the very large man in the morning.. Well evening considering you still have work to do and it’s already.. 1:30am

Ugh you wanted nothing more than the comfort of the you shaped dent in your bed, but this man most certainly wouldn’t make it until morning without medical attention. All the work you’ve put in so far to protect and help this man would not be for not, so you’re getting to work.

Clearing the trash from his body and piling it up off to the side-you’d clean it later- before heading off to grab everything you’d need to patch him up good as new. Or what you think new would be for him. 

Setting the supplies besides him as you set up. Disinfecting items with alcohol and donning a pair of gloves onto your hands to avoid contact with his bodily fluids before being first aid.

“Sorry for dragging you here in garbage, I just couldn’t risk anyone seeing you..” 

Why you’re even talking to him is a mystery, he’s obviously out cold. Although if he’s just paralyzed in his own body, like sleep paralysis, he might be scared. You know you would be in his shoes.

“I’m just going to clean and cover these wounds, and then I’ll be out of your hair- a well.. I won't be bothering you further.” You find yourself feeling embarrassed for a mistake he might not even hear or remember.

As you're cleaning him up, you are covering his wounds with butterfly strips, band aids, or bandages depending on the severity. As you work you find yourself frowning at the large bump on his head. You check to see if his eyes dilate and they do, but only slightly which is concerning, but it doesn’t seem as if he had a concussion, brain damage, or bleeding with that fact. Although it doesn’t necessarily mean you can entirely rule it out.

You really hope that’s just a bump and not something serious. You are not equipped for that educationally nor do you have to correct tools and resources. Honestly, you’re hoping all these wounds are superficial and need stitches at the max. Stitches you are equipped to handle. 

As you work you can't see anything else too disheartening - that being broken bones or internal bleeding. Several cuts that needed stitches, but other than that he’s looking pretty good.

Once you have him all cleaned and patched up, you move on to make the floor as comfortable as possible for him. Adoring him with pillows, and since you notice he was a bit chiller to the touch, plenty of blankets. Then you set out to clean up the many first aid supplies you dragged out -along with that garbage pile you really didn’t feel like cleaning up but do anyway.

Sagging when the clock showed 5:57am. You’re so exhausted, you’d be surprised if you woke up before 2pm tomorrow. Heading for your room and just plopping on your bed. You don’t even care that you’re wearing your work clothes, you’ll just clean your sheets tomorrow.

You let out a small, relieved sigh but find yourself looking towards your living room even if you can't see it. Or rather towards him, since that’s the real reason for your wandering eyes but you shake your head. You’ve done what you could and will check on him in the morning..

But you find yourself continuing to think about him. It's plaguing your brain and causing you to toss and turn.

What if he's still dying even after everything you did? God what if he wakes up scared and confused and tries to run away? What if he's secretly like evil and steals everything in your apartment before running away? There isn't much worth stealing but...

After enough time with these thoughts you sigh, collect a pillow and blanket before walking back into the living room and setting up on the couch.

"Night big guy. Hopefully you'll be alive and awake in the morning.." You say even though he still likely can't hear you -or speak English now that you think about it. Shaking your head and laying down.

For your own personal comfort, your hand slips to the floor and your fingers natural find the pulse on his wrist. Relieved it feels a bit stronger than before. With that thought, and the reminder he is very much alive pulsing against your fingers, you drift off easily into sleep.

~

Soooo, who's excited for the part two? *Que horribly wiggled eyebrows*

Part 2

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Requesting Rules

Hello Hello! My name is Cass and it's wonderful to have you here! Now you were thinking about requesting a piece of work from me I see? Well let's go over what I'm comfortable with, and what will assist me in making this piece of work special just for you!

I prefer the Bayverse boys, but you can get me to write for ROTTMNT.. if you ask nicely of course

I will absolutely write for sensitive topics such as self-harm, suicide, rape, murder, etc. However, for certain topics, such rape, I will only mention it and will not go into further detail! For those that find these triggering, do not fret I will do my best to put warnings on all my works! If you find a work without a warning that needs one, please let me know!

I will not write for incest! I will write if the brothers happen to share a partner in a poly relationship, but they will never be together themselves.

I write smut as well, so please throw me your worst, dirtiest thoughts about these men and I'll make it into a gorgeous, nasty piece of work!

I only write "x Reader" around here unfortunately! I don't dabble in the wonderful world of OCs as I can't write your OC as well as you! Plus let's be real, this is an escape from reality and into these men's beds -que horribly wiggled eyebrows.

However!!! I do accept match ups! Interested who I'd pair you (or your OC) with? Just spend me a small description of yourself (or OC) and I will tell you exactly who I think your perfect match is and why!

You want head canons of our favorite boys (and more??) not a problem! I will accept up to 5 characters for head canons. For these please include what the head canon is about, who you want the head canon to be about, gender and/or pronouns!

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Honestly if you aren't sure, just ask!

Oh and don't be afraid to send in multiple asks either! Like don't flood me, but I don't mind if you end in a few different one's!

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