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bubblesmaybe · 8 months

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whaddup, broski!! if you’re taking requests, i’d like to request the mm! bois falling for a fem! reader who’s basically raph. loves fighting, loves working out, loud asf, cursed with resting bitch face, blunt, sarcastic, sensitive, all that jazz. but, once you get to know her, she’s actually really funny and sweet. NEVER afraid to speak her mind, so she may come across as rude or sassy at times, but she never really means to be. (DEFINITELY has adhd)

Yeesss, I hope you like!! (This is my first ask and I hope it’s up to par! I know it’s short and sweet but tadaaa! Enjoy! U w U)

Oh boy, school! The glory days of being shoved into a locker if you could fit, late slips and hall passes. Not to mention prison quality cafeteria food that if you work some magic too could taste scrumptious(?)

An experience nobody is really looking forward to.

Unless, you happen to be going for the first time of your life.

And oh lord are these boys foaming at the mouth for it.

It needed a little getting used too, dont get me wrong. Fitting in wasn’t really too much of a problem thanks to taking down Super Fly, April taking control to redirecting the negative momentum of the media and their new ever growing family down below- something that would never have been able to happen you’d point out later down the line if they didn’t meet April. “Society today would not have let you roam around if it weren’t for that canon event.” On the plus side, making a walk to get some pizza a breeze- plus a hero’s discount on almost everything.

Having a school schedule to follow was like a treasure hunt for a while, before the repetitiveness of it started to kick in a little. Class being a bore over time was a luxury the boys do NOT take for granted thought having come from nothing at all before this, and joining clubs was the best thing ever. Their dad encouraged them to join in a study group- which, if we’re being honest was just about 25% scrambling over notes of “Ya, uhuh, got that- you got that? We got that.” and 75% passing around the Nintendo switch controller for Smashbros. Also following his new path of bettering himself as a father he’d help them follow their passion in school and pick a club of their own for an extra elective on the side and something just something fun they could do to group their individual uniqueness. Kinda funny seeing as though they collectively chose to join the Self Defense club.

Sure they got to become acquainted with a few new people and groups, a lot of help from April as well with introducing some of the better groups to hang with and avoid the drama and problematic crowd to gain a few new friends. But they were not expecting a love interest so soon, their new world coming to collide with hers in the brand new after school self defense course.

They knew a lot, and joining wouldn’t teach them anything but give them practice. But it would help out anyone that needed an extra hand, which was very welcomed by the retired trainer who was now there teaching to pass the time.

Shit you not, they thought they would be in competition doing so while seemingly being mad-mugged from across the room.

By you.

You were definitely not new around here or to the fighting scene at all, and most certainly weren’t someone who they felt they’d want to get on your bad side; seeing as though one moment you were helping another student fix their push up form before demonstrating how to throw another over your shoulder the next.

Definitely a chaotic corner, but one that made progress. And given that the club as a whole need help, they got a sense there was maybe a little nod of approval in their sudden appearance from you. Your assertively boisterous attitude and voluminous enthusiasm giving the soul a shot of adrenaline was affirming of you becoming another positive acquaintance, making that happen though kinda shivered their timbers though.

They’ve come face to face with death at a young age, but approaching you seemed to the be the most difficult task bestowed upon them.

As time went on they would find themselves picking up conversation with you around the school; a group project, missing notes, walking to a shared class and talking about what’s for lunch, but none of them could ask if you’d like to be their new friend, and egos be damned if they asked April ask you because they couldn’t. Michel put a stop to the dancing around the bush and came up to you one morning while you were pulling out your Spanish textbook from your locker, popping the question if you’d join their little group for lunch.

“You don’t have to, I mean we get it if you don’t want to, there’s no pressure-“

“I’ll go.”

“-it’s just a- oh for real? Sweet! I-I can come a grab you by the lunch line!”

“Don’t worry about it, you guys stick out. I’ll find you no problem.”

“Mh, I guess we do do that huh?”

“Makes find you guys easier for me, man.”

Sure enough, you found them sitting there anxious if you were going to truly show up or not. Micheal was absolutely rubbing it in his brothers faces that he was the one to step up, although they let him and really were just as hyped as he was that you’d joined them. While talking over lunch about the upcoming talent show did they experience your roasting capability, sassing them into fits of laughter about random potential talents you all could enter with for shits and giggles. The arm wrestling gig would have been the most successful.

Step one, complete!

And thus, everything bloomed from there. The more they got talking to you the more you started a have a reserved spot with them. You met their family which was a step further than any other new friend they made and has gotten to take, and learned that the boys would not shut up about you. Impressed that you were the one who brought in the idea of offense training to the self defense course, their father who you now know as Master Splinter spilled the beans, and you never seen four face go red so quickly.

“My boys talk very highly about you! You can throw other humans, yes? You should join our training sessions!”

“DaAD, you’re embarrassing us!”

“You’re just going to get beaten to a pulp if you can’t hit back when you get stuck against someone who’s in it to win it. You just gotta get ugly with them, you know?”

You were able to understand their mother surprisingly well, given that for many there was a little bit of a language barrier if they were to try and talk to her without having been around long enough.

“F̷̧̢͋̾j̶͎̇a̷̜̍b̸̨̥͊̔e̴͎̠͂̕b̸̢̌t̸̤̂̈́j̷̊͜f̷̗̒̂ḯ̴͈͚͂ä̶̳̩́b̸̢̘̎w̴̟͠v̸͍̱͛f̵̲̎͌”

“Hm? Oh ya sure, RAPH!”

“YA?”

“YOUR MOM CANT FIND THE REMOTE, WHERE’D IT GO?!”

“UUUHHH….LET ME COME LOOK!”

Leatherhead had it, if your wondering. To your surprise they really did talk a lot about you, ever so much that EVEYONE was excited to meet you! Not to mention Spliter bidding you a farewell when it was time for you to go but also letting you know the sewer grate was open to you if you wish to come back, was an honor you may have not realized that was given to very few, April being the only other human or outsider to have it.

Step two, complete.

Raph was probably the first to catch feelings, if we’re all being honest. Your vibe is his vibe, and you two make an excellent sparing team. If anyone needs help they’re either going to him or you, and it didn’t really dawn on him until then you share a lot more in common then he thought, coming off as approachable being a little more hard one of them.

He is not an opposites attract kind of guy, nor is he very good at being a “rizz master”, but Donnie is. You break your phone when someone dropped a dumbbell on your stuff at the gym? He’s got stuff to repair it if you let him try. He’s not a pro technician or anything but he’ll try for you when your computer starts buggin out. Just don’t kick it around, you fight is with the motherboard, not the shell. If he had to pinpoint when he really fell for you it was the one day he overheard BTS ‘Run’ playing from your earbuds in class while you were drawing a crappy Titian on your math work.

Although Leo had been very drawn to April in the beginning, you kinda took that spot in his heart without even knowing it. You were there for him when he really needed a down to earth pep talk and didn’t let a fantasy life they dreamed their wholes lives get absolutely crushed by the brutality of reality by helping him realize there’s a lot that’s obtainable, and some things that a lot of other people won’t let happen.

“This kinda sucks, not gonna lie.. I mean I have to find 9 to 5 that will let me work part time for school soon?”

“Oh bro, you thought up top was kisses, cupcakes an’ rainbows? It fuckin sttiinnkks up here! But there’s a few good spots you know, it’s just you gotta find it throw smog. That Casey kid’s dad- from in biology with Mr. Smith?”

“Oh ya ya ya! Hockey kid!”

“Dads’ hiring at that little arcade down the street from Pizza Hut for a little bit until they sell for new management!”

“Oh pogers!”

“Don’t even, say that again.”

“Got it.. it felt cringe saying it.”

When the dance came around the next year, you wiped the floor with them. Getting a little groovy boogie on and dancing the evening away with them and their newfound social group was when it really hit. You’re smiley little sass’ass truly enjoying their presence and not just hanging around them to look cool next to the hero’s of New York city sent their hearts into a pitter patter fit, especially Raphs while you gave him a piggy back ride in the conga line demonstration your true strength. Being around you whether it’s for school, hanging out or just being there in a comfortable silence gave them a little bit more courage try and maybe, ask you to be their girlfriend.

Next, is step three. Who’s asking you first?

(Please excuse any of my grammar errors!)

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bubblesmaybe · 8 months

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CHAPTER THREE IS UP, SHORT AND SWEET!!

Also I am doing a tiny bit of tweaking here and there to previous chapters, nothing major just grammar checks fine detailing U w U

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bubblesmaybe · 11 months

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guess who my favorite spider is lol

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bubblesmaybe · 11 months

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I, could not, have ever asked for anything more in this word- than this very interaction right here. Got me giggling, kickin my feet and shit

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bubblesmaybe · 1 year

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Now y’all get to hurt a little Ψ( ｀▽´ )Ψ

"Where was your head at, hu? I called out to you TWICE! Once more than should be needed in those types of situations Raph! We planned ahead and you almost cost us!" Fist slamming down on the table while unmoving eyes glared holes through him and to the wall, Leo paced around in recognizable rage as he addressed Raphael, who pulled a chair out from said table to sit, rubbing his bandaged shoulder in annoyance. "My head was where it needed ta be, the plan had gone to total shit and if I didn't flank left Mike was gonna get creamed. The buildin comin down wasn't my fault, ya ass! Don told us the 'structural integrity' was outdated, and we got everyone out before it came down."

With a watchful eye you crossed the common area to the couch where the turtle in orange lay sprawled, ice pack over his face with a cheeky smile as he waved to you upon coming into his limit view while you sent a small wave back, your attention more on the bickering two across the way and gaze bouncing around in search of the missing sibling Donatello. "Wow..so, what happened to you guys between the last meme you sent me and now? Are you guys ok? You all here?" Sitting beside him you placed the bags of takeout on the coffee table in front of you both, empty Crush cans clinking together as they making way for the new addition to the table while your backpack presses into the cushion behind you. "Ya, we're all good anglecakes. Dons hammering out his emotions on the truck. Vicent called and asked for us to come up incase they needed backup for a mutagen raid and we had to take Rockstead down," he paused, sucking in a harsh breath between clench teeth as he sat up against the will of his aching body to rummage through the bags before he continued and skipped the subject. "Got off work early or did ya miss us that much? If that's the case we could have come and got you!" You winced, stringing together a summarized image of what happened through the already given context before chuckling. "My phone died a little after lunch, but in your condition maybe that's a blessing and call for rest man. Tammy said I was set to go since we didn't really have anyone stopping by... Do you guys need anything? Like more bandages maybe, a veterinarian or something?" Michelangelo rolls his eyes, cracking a smile before giving you a knowing look and breaking out an early 18th century accent. "In this economy? Bah! One would be a fool to call a doctor in this day and age! Just get me some tobacco and whiskey, no need for their fake medicines!" Through broken laughter you shake your head, a hand raising to cover you face and rub the further intensifying exhaustion out of your eyes. "G-God you have a concussion, don't you?" He gave a nod, giggling like a cave creature as he pulled out one of the boxes to examine its contents. "And a broken rib, too!" "YOU WHAT?!" "I'm kidding! It's just bruised, which means I get to skip training and chores for while." You steady your footing while a heavy sigh, an exasperated laugh escaping as you put a hand over your racing heart, having involuntarily flung yourself upward from the couch to his joke. "You can't do that to me Angelo! You're gonna scare the shit out of me one of these days man." With a pat to your arm he waves you off, digging into the food as he nods his head towards the garage. "Should check on Don, I think he said something about needing a hand?" Oh gosh you already forget, thoughts occupied with the knowledge of their recent adventures. "Oh shit you're right. Save some for your brothers and Splinter!" You pointed a knowing finger at him as you paced backward to the garage, turning into a light jog while Michael hums in acknowledgment, resuming his attention to the Batman The Dark Knight playing on TV.

The long sting of curses guided you in, your gaze fixating on the long pair of legs sticking out from under the guy's tanked out truck surrounded by nuts, bolts and an array of different tools and greased micro cloths. Damn, did the thing look trashed. On rare occasions a swear or two would slip out the tall terrapins mouth, but looking at the demolished paint job, missing drivers door and shatter windshield you could quickly tell that he was not in a good mood. "Hey Don." Walking along to side of the vehicle, you looked down in question after receiving silence. "Donnie?" You knocked on the bent out of shape hood, leaning over a little expecting him to roll out, the usual light strapped to his forehead. Silence for a moment. "Fuck, I need to get new brake lines too, Damnit!" Is he ignoring you? "Donnie!" Lightly tapping his leg with your foot you didn't expected him to jump as much as he did, hissing as he rolled out with a hand over his forehead, the other removing the earlier predicted light attachment and a set of handmade headphones as you kneeled beside him. "Oh god are you ok?" Adjusting his glasses as hit sat up, he turns to you with a wincing smile, rubbing the now appearing mark on his forehead. "Y-ya, no worries I'm good. But hey, your here early!" Giving a half-suppressed giggle you shake your head, sitting back on your knees as they scream against the hard concrete. "Yah, I got off early; brought you guys that takeout I promised too! But what's all this I'm hearing about falling buildings, a free Rocksteady and mutagen?' Donnie sighs, leaning down as you motion for him to come closer for you to take a look at the now egg sized lump on his forehead. "Well, uh.. the Foot was able to break Rocksteady out of containment a little after midnight, then Vincent gave us the call today about it and told us about a mutagen bust they tracked him down to at an old docking warehouse. They were making more by utilize what was already in his blood- we got the batch they made and disposed of it though! The building came down though and uh," Leaning forward he motioned to the common room where the bickering had subsided. "Mikey got hit pretty bad after they tried to take out the truck, and Raph had to let a group go to get him out of the road. The cops got them but still a a sore mistake in Leos' eyes" Having followed his motion you turn back to the truck. "So I guess that explains all the new damage. Agenda for today probably got a whole lot more busy, hu?" Grabbing your hand to pull you up after standing himself, he nods bending over to start picking up loose parts, collecting them before walking them over to his workbench. "Yup. We are now a long way from putting on the primer coat." "Now it's from the finale back to the start" "Yup.." "I'm surprised you're as calm as you are."

Stifling a laugh as he leans against the table his gaze shifts down, the fact all his hard months work went to the drain in a matter of minutes starting to scrape away the calm face he wore to make way for the suppressed stress and pain to surface. "I'll admit it ticks me off the enemy doesn't appreciate the work I put into this, but as long as it does the job its fine." You hum back, words at a lose on how to follow that up. Joining him against the table you pull one of the straps of your bag off you shoulder, opening it to pull out of the many sketchbooks you own before holding it up to him. "If it makes you happy, I finished the design you guy's talked about for it." After a small pause Donatello brings his attention to the book in hand, taking it before flipping through pages to said design. "It would make my day to see what you made." Heat seems to take residence on your cheeks, no doubt tinting them with a light dust of crimson. God did that make your tired heart sore. "If that's the case I should bring down a few scribbles for you guys." Looking away with a sheepish smile you put your bag to the side, stepping forward to continue Donnies abandoned task of gather his things off the ground while he admired your sketch, a 'whoa' escaping under his breath while you layout his things next to the trucks blueprints. "So where do we start?" As if tuning back in, Donnie places your sketch book down next to the blueprint sighing, inducing a small yawn from you which you fight to hold back. "We're gonna start with cutting some sheet metal to fit the exterior, we can't do anything to the interior until I order some new parts." -Ah, that mixed with your exhaustion sounds like an awful idea. What sucks for you though is knowing the stress he's under you don't have the heart to tell him no, having already agreed after asking you for a helping hand that morning; and with all the extra work now shoved onto his plate what kind of a bitch were you to make him bare it on his own. That and you've prided yourself in the past having been given this task before; the project was much smaller than this and he taught you himself, but you were fast and efficient, artistic hands and eyes helping you nail it. "Sounds like a plan!"

With your little work station set up you got out his angle grinder and lay out the sheet metal, making measurement marks where needed before putting on you gloves, goggles, earmuffs and protective mask made by the genius himself. Placing the grinder disc in its slot, you got to work while Donnie opt for working under the hood of the truck and replacing the left headlight after securing you both a plate of the food you so graciously brought down. For about an hour you work, bent over at an odd degree going through multiple sheets to build up the trucks tank skin, sparks from the disc against the metal occasionally kiss your skin all the while the weight of sleep deprivation starts to sit on the nape of your neck and lower back. You stop the machine to look at all you have left to cut through; not a lot thankfully. Ya you can do this, right? Your prefile vision catches your attention to Donnie waving your sketchbook up a little. "Hey (Y/n), I'm going to take our plates back to the kitchen and show the guys. You good here for a minute?" You nod, giving him a thumbs up as you stand to crack you back. While you watch him leave around the corner you get back to work, mind focusing on the task at hand and then elsewhere while the disc scrapes through sheet after sheet. God you hated to watch him go but love to watch him leave, you'd draw him if you had the time. The way the sweat collects on his forehead, his muscles flexing in time with his arms pushing and pulling. Boy do you wish he would pull you in, maybe pull a sheet over you both. Such a lewd thought, and to think such a scene lives in your sketchbook? Hold on what sketchbook did you bring? Body jolting in terror you turn you gaze away from the machinery in your hands. Whoa wait, what was that sound? A weird shotgun? It was so close.

'Why did my soul leave my body like that? Just now? And what was that explosion in my lap? No, it was my hands?'

The lose of traction you had against the metal, the wind that came with it. Why does your head hurt so much, it's like you got whiplash. Something hit to truck too didn't it? Did the disc explode? Where did it go? That sound...your ears are ringing, how strong was that wind? It feels so...cold? Your cold sweating? You feel so tired, your thoughts are everywhere else now.

Wow... where did Donnie come from, he just left. What's on your pants; what's stinging you? Its burning a little. You gaze up at Donatello, you hear him talking to you in such a concerned tone, but you brain cant decode it; you can tell he's a little loud..a little high pitched almost. When did you lay down? Did you fall? It looks like he's looking at the thing on your pants..and your head? Your forehead maybe? It's so loud, how come its effecting how you see? Why can’t you seem to catch your breath?

"w-why are.. you yelling at me?"

Oh god what's he saying?

'He's holding me..it kinda hurts. My eyebrow hurts- what's stinging my eye..?' This is kinda...cozy, but how? "C-can I sleep here?" He's shaking his head..'I'm sorry D, I just want a little nap..if that's ok?'

'Fuck am I in shock?'...

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bubblesmaybe · 1 year

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Ah ok, so here is the first chapter of When Sparks Fly! Second one is coming next literally in a few minutes but I got the link to my Ao3 where it’s gonna be posted as well!

Oh sleep, such a wonderful thing wouldn't you say? To be able to lay your head down on your pillow to rest, and slip off into dream land for a short moment, in a world where you could be floating in air doing day to day chores such as grooming your pet lion who sleeps on the ceiling while it purrs in tune to a melody you heard over the radio earlier that morning on the way to work like its normal without think, 'How is this all possible right now? How am I floating? Where'd this lion come from' and so on. Oh such a wonderful thing it is.

Too bad for you though, because sleep evades you like the pledge due to the itch to draw out your fantasy before it disappears like it was never there crawls throughout your being, sketching and erasing ever line until satisfied. Shading and adding some extra detail here, perfecting that one fold on the duvet covering a pair of what feels to you to be forbidden lovers melting into a tight, air lock embrace as if it would be the last contact with the other for eternity. A longing love of two very different souls who's worlds clash into something strange, yet comforting. One soul free to walk the streets in the light of day and walk in a endless crowd of their own kind, one forced to stick to the shadows of the night, leaping rooftop to rooftop to ensure their existence is kept concealed from preying eyes.

A longing sigh escapes your lips as you set you pencil down, turning you gaze from your private master piece of you and Donatello to the illuminated clock perched on your night stand, displaying the time of 4:30am into your dimly lit room. Damn..you work today from 8am to 3pm. The boys would be getting up soon to start morning training. Well, three of them most likely, Donnie was probably still up working on the truck like he has for past few nights after it received a beating of a lifetime in a face-off with the Foot at the docks from what Leo told you the last time you were down. A giggle erupts from your throat thinking about him; covered in oil no doubt while welding together the brothers battle trucks' exterior, possibly even an opened pack of pop-tarts close by. Part of you wonders if you should shot him a quick text, seeing if he's awake as you'd presume but deciding against it not wanting to wake him if he finally was getting the sleep he so badly needed, knowing well of his nasty habit of completely neglecting his bodies screaming to rest.

Your gaze moves out your window, the lights of Lower Manhattan allowing you to see your paper clear enough to draw at such an ungodly hour grabbing your attention for the time being as your thoughts race back to your more previous drawings. Some of them were of just random passers on the street going about their daily lives, one or two of just a few groupings of animals you'd seen in the park. But more than most they were of the boys; more specifically, Donatello. Some of him at different angles doing different things at his lab table or desk, gazing at his computer screens typing away while others are of him simply training or working on some new invention he brainstormed that afternoon. But slowly little by little, you began adding yourself into the picture; some drawings showing the events of your hang outs and adventures, and some a little more...sensual. Many sketches turned into simple shows of affection like a soft kiss or a hug, sharing a blanket on a cold winter evening or swimming to avoid the aggressive heat- others were what you'd imagine a heated make-out sessions with tall geek to be. The most recent although was the most sensual one yet; two bodies covered but bare otherwise of all clothing, clinging as close as physically possible as you could make it look while the pairs foreheads rested against each others. The process of creating such a drawing made your face turn a shade of red that would put Raphs' mask to shame.

After taking a moment to stretch before getting up in hopes that you'll be able to get an early start on the day, with or without sleep, a notification ping from your phone calls you from your thoughts, reaching to your nightstand to pick it up from its charge to examine the message displayed on its screen showing a text from Donnie, a smiling forming as you open the text reading it to yourself.

DonDon: Good morning, I hope you slept well! I know its probably to early for you to be up just yet but I wanted to ask if you wanted to come down later today?

Gosh he makes your heart flutter with even a simple text- he always sends you a 'Good morning' or 'Good night' and always makes a point to let you know your welcomed in the lair- whether it be to watch him and his brothers practice, accompany him while he works or just be there for company. That was one of the many reasons you'd fallen so hard for the teched out turtle, he seemed to want to be at your side as much as you wanted to be at his. One thing that ate at you though was there was the lingering feeling that maybe he might like you back, only for the fear of it just being that Donnie was just being friendly sets in to crush that hope when you subconsciously number out you insecurities before pondering that maybe...you weren't his type. Smile falling from your face your shake the thoughts from your mind and focus on sending your reply, getting a text back not even a minute later.

You: Sure! I got work today so I'll drop by later this afternoon if that's good. I'll bring some take out too for you guys- my treat! :)

DonDon: No problem, you're welcomed anytime. And I'll let then guys know, just me a text when you're ready to come down and I'll come get you and the grate.

You: Thanks D, will do! I'll talk to you soon?

DonDon: Most definitively! :)

Long story short, work was absolute hell and you couldn't be anymore great full than you are now for being able to get off an hour early. After picking up some take out on your walk to the lair, you pulled out your phone to send Donatello a text to let him know you were on your way only to find it was dead- guess that's what you get for playing that one game during lunch. Sighing you venture you way to the lair yourself, walking quickly with a new hope of being able to surprise the boys with your earlier than expected arrival to be greeted with the sound of arguing. Ain’t that lovely?

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