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tmntfixationxreader · 1 month

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"Hiya!!! Do you think you can do some sort of angst/comfort fic with the rise boys of comforting a they/them reader who’s struggling with getting an injury cleaned/a bone set?"

Absolutely! Sorry this one took me so long to do. Hope you enjoy!

♡Bone setting♡

This contains Rottmnt Movie Spoilers.

~Platonic Rottmnt x Gender neutral Reader~

Summary: After the Krang invasion, everyone needs medical attention, including you.

Warnings: Pain, slight blood, angst + comfort, slight language? Reader description advised.

Word count: 1,855

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“L-Leo!!” Mikey called out, holding Leo in a death grip, the two collapsed on the ground in a sweaty mess.

Leo winced, grunting once, patting Mikey on the head gently with his good arm.

“Good-to-see-you-too-Mikey,” Leo muttered, but it came out as a muffled sler. Leo coughed, sending bolts of pain through his body as red dribbled down his lips.

Donnie’s eyes widened and Raph was starting to panic.

Mikey had golden burns glistening on his arms, rectangular patterns etched into his skin from the overpower in his mystic energy. Donnie had the same etched purple burns on his right arm, and Raph had them on his left in red.

Despite the burns on his arms Mikey continued to squeeze Leo as hard as he could, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Donnie had tears rolling down his cheeks too, his expression emotionless as his eyes betrayed him.

Raph scooped Leo and Mikey into a hug, yelling as he held back sobs. “Leo- don’t you EVER do that again!”

Donnie sank to his knees, hugging Leo and Mikey as Raph squeezed them all.

April ran up to them with a horrified look on her face, Spinter wobbling behind her looking tired and panicked, Casey on their heels, his face tear streaked.

“Master Leonardo!!” Casey shouted.

“Leo!!” April called out, immediately joining the brothers in a death-grip of a hug.

Casey hesitated, eyes wide. “Is he…?”

“I’m not- mph- dead yet Casey…” Leo muttered, and a huge wave of relief washed over all of them.

Donnie sat bolt right up from the hug, looking around at April and Splinter.

“Y/n…?” He asked, wide eyed, standing up quickly before wincing and gripping his arm, only making it sting even more.

April looked around. “Y/n!!” She called, walking and looking out at the chaos.

You were with April and Splinter when they were fighting off one of the Krangs… They had made sure you were following when they started off towards the brothers, but….

Everyone looked panicked.

Mikey looked up from Leo’s shoulder, tears still rolling down his cheeks.

“Y/n- w-what’s wrong with them-” Leo muttered, coughing harshly again, his brain going fuzzy.

“Leo- don’t talk, don’t move,” Donnie hissed at him, seeming even more panicked and overwhelmed then he already was. He shook his hands a little and exhaled slowly, trying to ground himself.

“April- where did you last see them?” Donnie asked, shaking from the extremely stressful and scary situations they had just been through.

Raph, even though it was taking everything for him to keep himself together after what just happened, noticed Donnie.

“D, calm down… I’m sure they are just-” Raph started.

“Guys!!” You yelled over to them, one hand across your ribcage, your other arm loosely hanging at your side. “Just had to- mph- stop for a second…”

You slowly made your way to them, April running up meeting you halfway.

“I thought I lost you!” She hugged you, and you winced loudly.

She pulled back immediately. “Y/n, you…?” She muttered.

You looked out at the brothers, wide eyed at how messed up they all looked. “Leo- d-did he make it back?”

April nodded. “We need to get him to the lair… But he’ll live… How bad are you-?”

“We need to get them home… I’m not hurt badly, just a little… bruised,” You muttered, arm still clinging to your ribcage. You lied. You had lied to April, just to keep her and the others from worrying. They were clearly more hurt than you. They needed medical attention first.

It was hard to tell what exactly was hurting within you. Your ribcage stung, a painful sharp sensation that hit you in the gut with every breath. Your other arm… You didn’t even want to guess its condition. You could move it a little… But not much else without the shaper pains setting in further. Your good arm was preoccupied clutching your ribs, so you couldn’t exactly help to fix them up, either.

April nodded quickly and the two of you rushed over the brothers. You were much slower than April in your condition, but to keep them from worrying you kept a pace.

You and the turtles were hurt badly.

As you held open the back hatch of the back-up turtle van, Raph carried Leo, who was biting his tongue to prevent from making noise, setting him in the backseat.

This was going to be a long night…

Leo was propped up on a medical bed, somewhere between high on medications and painfully awake, but patched up. His voice was raw and scratchy from dust and yelling, and he was tired out of his mind.

Donnie had his arm and soft shell patched up, a crap-ton of disinfectants poured onto his shell to prevent possible infections.

Raph’s arm was wrapped, an eyepatch over one eye that the Krang had taken over. All the Krang-parts that had been infected and taken over were wrapped up, Krang now gone but wounds still there.

Mikey’s arms were wrapped up, all the way past his elbows and almost to his shoulders.

You had brushed off Casey and April’s medical attention until everyone else had been fixed up, and by then you were dead tired. Your arm was swollen and hurt to even think about, your ribcage sucking the air out of your lungs with each shaking breath. You leaned against the doorway, watching April and Casey finish with Leo’s cracked shell.

Casey whipped his brow. “Ok… Leo’s finished for now…” He muttered with a sigh, seeming exhausted. He hadn’t slept since he had come through to this timeline, not to mention the days of survival beforehand.

April immediately turned her attention to you. “Ok, your turn…”

You wanted to argue, but with how hard your ears were throbbing from pain, you couldn’t. Everyone else had already received medical attention, so it was your turn anyways.

April had you sit down on the bed, Casey using some of Donnie’s tech to scan you.

Donnie (and Leo but they forbid him) wanted to help with medical stuff, but everyone had put him on bedrest. Luckily Casey knew how to use Donnie’s tech because of the training he had gotten in his past timeline.

Casey hesitated as the laser-scanner scanned your rib cage and arm.

April’s eyes widened. “Y/n- how the heck are you still walking around?”

Casey gave her a quick look or warning to keep you from possibly panicking. “I-it’s not too bad… just a little… Worse for ware.”

You groaned. “Yeah, I can tell.”

Casey rubbed the bridge of his nose before sighing again, the immense bags under his eyes seeming to show themselves more.

“We have to set your arm… And wrap up your ribcage…” He said, looking over the scan. “Commander- er… April, we need some wraps… And possibly another set of hands..”

April nodded, going over to a cabinet to get out the medical supplies. Donnie and Raph nodded as well, ready to help.

“Wait, setting it…? Like with Leo’s leg?” You swallowed. You had watched the process of bone-setting they had done on Leo’s leg. It took Raph, Donnie, and April to hold Leo down while Casey set the fracture. It was loud and hard to watch, and they had insisted you wouldn’t help with your arm being in its condition. By the end of it Donnie was really overwhelmed and Raph helped ground him again, but it took a bit.

Casey nodded. “Yes… The others will help to stabilize you while I set your arm.”

You nodded a little.

Casey walked over to your injured side, pulling down an old pair of Donnie’s goggles so he had an X-ray of your arm.

Raph, April and Donnie stood around you. Mikey stood nearest to the head of the bed, unable to help hold you while his arms were wrapped but still being with you.

“You got this Y/n…” Mikey said, and the others nodded in agreement while Casey looked over the fracture one more time.

“Ok.. On the count of three,” Casey said.

“Deep breath,” Donnie helped to instruct.

You did as he said, taking a deep breath in as Casey counted to one.

“Two…” He said, and everyone helped to hold you.

Right as you took a deep breath in, Casey finished his count.

You barely heard the word three as he started setting the fracture, everything else being muffled by the ringing in your ears.

The others held you as your body naturally reacted and fight or flight kicked in. They were strong enough to easily be able to hold on to you to keep you still.

The whole process only lasted a few painfully long seconds, and by the end of it your voice was raw and blood pounded in your ears.

“There…That’s it- it’s done…” Casey said, his voice weaverying from stress and exhaustion.

Everyone let go of you as soon as Casey said the word, still staying by your bedside.

“It’s over now…” Raph said, patting your good arm.

Mikey wiped away a tear attempting to trail down your face. “No more… Now it can heal…” He whispered, his voice tight with nervousness from throughout the day.

Donnie stepped back and let himself take a few deep breaths before patting your good shoulder. He nodded to you, not saying anything because he was overwhelmed by everything that had happened from the day.

Leo had his head turned so he could look at you. He gave you a smile that made it clear he was fighting off sleep medications.

After a bit of calming back down Casey did a few more scans on your ribs and deemed they were badly bruised but would heal on their own. He put your arm carefully in a cast, and gave you painkillers for the night.

April sat down on the bed next to Donnie, patting his shoulder as she fought off exhaustion.

“Does that mean everything is addressed?” She asked, and Casey gave her a nod.

“Everything that can be… Now we are just waiting for things to heal,” Casey said, leaning against the wall between the medical beds you and Leo were on.

He checked Leo’s IV, making sure it was still flowing properly. Leo was already passed out, snoring a little now that the painkillers had kicked in and it was safe for him to sleep.

Raph was on the fourth medical bed, Mikey asleep on his lap, snoring against Raph’s good arm.

Raph sighed. “So now what?”

“We sleep it off…” Donnie signed instead of speaking. “Until tomorrow at least…”

April nodded, stretching out on the foot of the medical bed. “Sounds like a plan…” She muttered.

You nodded too, eyes growing heavy already. You stayed in the same position they had told you to stay in to prevent straining your ribs or pulling on your arm.

Soon everyone was dozing off, Splinter keeping watch to make sure someone didn’t roll over onto their casts or need medical treatment in the middle of the night.

Everyone was healing, finally getting the rest everyone deserved.

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Hope you enjoyed it!

Bye bye butterflies!!

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aealzx · 3 months

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Mikey knew that he would never regret saving Leo. All of the damage that had been done to his arms, all the self-inflicted burns ripping through his skin, all the twitches and spasms wrecking his hobbies and daily life were worth it when it came to keeping his brother with them. He knew that someday he would proudly wear the scars that scraped his once smooth skin. He was strong. He could handle something like this.

He knew he could handle this.

But right then, with his network of pain stabbing blades in his arms, burning anger raging even at the air touching the raw skin, he didn’t want to hear it. Not even from his normally confident self.

He just wanted a moment to accept that it sucked. Accept that it hurts. Acknowledge that he hated feeling like there were hot iron cards slotted into his arms. He wanted to rage. And cry. And let himself be selfishly angry as the tiniest breeze prickling his bare nerves.

When Raph found him Mikey had already stripped the bandages from his twitching arms, hoping that would help them stop stinging. It hadn’t made a difference, and now he was stuck standing, staring in seething anguish at his spasming limbs like they had personally offended everything he held dear. Those eyes had shifted to Raph when he was noticed, and the shuddering breaths sucked through clenched teeth, broken by stray hiccups, just caused Raph’s own eyes to soften in sympathy.

Shifting into the room, Raph just raised his own arms and held them open in offering. “C’mere. I got you,” he beckoned quietly. A gentle coax as well as an allowance that Mikey didn’t have to keep himself strong. He could have his moment to break, and Raph would be there to keep a hold of the pieces until he felt well enough to put himself back together.

The hissed breaths soon became shuddering huffs as Mikey’s jaw unclenched along with his iron grip around his figurative self. His response to Raph came as a squeaked whimper that became a drawn out wail as the barrier against the tears broke as well. Mikey barely raised his hands in return, and Raph had enough of an acceptance to motivate him to move forward. He was careful to not touch Mikey’s arms as he wrapped his little brother in his own, pulling him close and letting him sob into his shoulder once more. It was heartbreaking to see Mikey reduced to this state. But Raph knew that sometimes their strongest brother also needed a moment to be weak once and awhile.

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This is a result of me having the thought "Hey, why are you only ever beating up Donnie? e<e" and going "Alright, bet e<e" in response.

#my art #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #long post #sunset duo #mikey #raph #post movie #headcanon #injury #open wound #chronic pain #kinda?

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 4 months

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hiii are you by chance writing a part 3 for anger?! you write so well for 2007 and it makes me so happy because no one write for them anymore 😭

BUT IF YOU ARE IM SUPER EXCITED FOR WHAT YOULL COME UP WITH and there’s just so much suspense… CLIFFHANGER😹💋

Anger: part 3 (18+) (Angst)

2007!Raphael x reader x 2007!Leonardo

Part 1 Part 2 / Leonardo's Ending Raphael’s Ending

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A/N: Thank you so much!💚 I’m so happy that you like it💕 I’ve been wanting to make a part 3 for sooo long, but I’ve had no idea how to finish it. I’ve now decided to make two different endings; one for Raph and one for Leo, because I can’t choose one myself, so I don’t expect anybody else to be able to pick😂 Anyway, Raph and Leo’s endings will probably first be posted on the other side of Christmas.

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After the events on your roof, you, Raph and Leo are shaken. You need time to think, and Leo and Raph try to come to terms.

Warnings: Feelings of betrayal, feelings of guilt, emotions of sadness and regret, memories of sex. Spelling

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Raph ran as fast as he could, getting him as far as his feet could get him. He leaped across roofs, jumping over alleys, fighting the prickling feeling in his eyes. His mind was spinning, his thoughts in a chaotic mess as he remembered the look in Leo’s eyes, and fear upon your face. It hurt him to think of it. How angry he was. How he had wanted to hurt Leo. The words he had said to him. All of it came together and made his chest and stomach hurt. He felt nauseous and lightheaded. He had hurt Leo, his own brother. And he had hurt you, the girl he loved, the girl he had spent so much time dreaming about. He had fucked up.

Caught up in his running thoughts, Raph didn’t notice the bump on the roof, before stumbling his foot against it. He fell to the roof’s surface with a veil of agony, landing on his side, his arm slamming against the hard surface underneath him, causing a piercing pain to erupt through his elbow. The fall broke the barrier he had fought to keep up, finally letting a sob he had held back slip out. After the first came out, the rest came like water bursting through an open dam. Tears fell down his face as he slammed his fist against the roof, sadness and anger flowing through his every being, with no clear way to direct them at.

Ignoring the pain coursing through his foot and arm, Raphael stood up, before hurrying in the only direction he could think of. Home. Even with all the anger and confusion that stormed through his body, Raph just wanted to go home.

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The silence Raph had left behind on the roof was heavy. Neither you nor Leo said a word, still shaken from the events that hand just transpired. Your legs shook as you sat down on the roof, your head in your hands as you took in a shaky breath. It was as if the world came crashing down on you. You did not know what to think, and you did not know what to believe. It was as if the world around you was shaking on its own, and you were just being thrown around, unable to stop it.

Leo sat up, breathless, unsure of what to do with himself. What to think… What to say… What to do… He felt heavy and cold, his body shivering and his head slightly spinning. But then he heard you, your rugged breath and the subs that were threatening in your throat. He felt a sudden need to comfort you, just like he had done before he left for South America. Hold you close against him while whispering sweet nothings into your ear. But he hesitated, unsure if you would welcome him if he did so. As much as he wanted to comfort you, he could not deny the small pain in his chest. He felt betrayed. But the sight of your tears softened him enough, to the point where he dared sit down beside you.

His throat knotted together when you looked up at him, tears down your cheeks as you sobbed. “I’m sorry, Leo. I thought you were gone”.

“You… you have nothing to be sorry about”, Leo managed to get out of his closing throat. His fists tightening and loosening in his lap, as he tried to calm his own breathing. Though Leo felt betrayed by you, he had to collect himself and remember, you knew nothing. He was the one that stopped writing to you and his own family. He was the one that left you all in the unknown, with no clue about his well being.

But yet, there was one thought that kept pushing its way forward to the front. The words Raph had yelled at him. They taunted him and did exactly as Raph had intended for them to do; make Leo question. Make him unsure about himself and his own abilities. It was a selfish thought, he knew that, but he just had to ask. He just had to know.

“Was- was he better than me?”, Leo asked, not being able to bring his eyes to yours. He tried to swallow the knot in his throat, but it just wouldn’t go away.

You hesitated, not sure what to say. Because in all honesty, you did not know. You did not know if Leo was better than Raph, or if Raph was any better then Leo. They were just so different. Two different personalities. Two different people. Each unique in their own way, they both had hurt you.

But was this really all it was about? Who fucked you the best? Which one of them made you cum and scream the most?

Although Leo never made you scream, he kept you close to the edge, feeling your legs shake as you got close to your high, only to retreat, enjoying your whimpering, before continuing whatever he had been doing. Fingering you while watching you intensely, or eating you out with the skilled tongue of his, before finally, after what felt like heavenly torture, he would fuck you with intens passion, watching your face and whisper sweet nothings while you came around him, pushing him to his own high.

And then there was Raph. Rough and hard, making you cum over and over again, telling you all sorts of dirty things that made you cling around him. Forcing your face down into the bed with your ass high up in the air, he would fuck you with intense speed and strength, making you scream in pleasure.

“I don’t know”, you said, avoiding your gaze when he finally looked at you. It took you a moment before you stood up, your legs shaking to give out under you. Leo hurried up, his hands out in an offering for you to hold onto them. But you stopped him with your hand held out in front of you. At that moment, still feeling overwhelmed, you did not wish to be touched, even if it was just Leo who wanted to help you stand. “I… I need to think”. Those were the last words before you turned, heading back to your fire escape, climbing back down to your apartment.

Leo stood back and watched as you left. It reminded him of that day he told you he had to go to South America. It had made you sad, although not like you were right now. You were honest and told him you didn’t like it, but you did not try to force him to stay. He should just have stayed. He should just have fucking stayed. Had he stayed, then this mess would never had happened to begin with.

Leo stayed on the roof, until he heard you shut your window close. That was his que to leave. Back then, after a long night of deep conversations, tender hands, building you before an earth shattering orgasm, Leo would not leave your fire escape before you closed the window. You in turn would not close your window, before Leo had left your fire escape. It was like couples on the phone with each other, refusing to hang up before the other.

Leo went home, his feet feeling heavy as he walked through the sewer. His head was hurting and this throat was still tightly knotted together. He just wanted to sleep for now, and get some time alone. He just wanted to get home and recharge. But when he walked into the lair, he was far from alone. Donatello and Michelangelo were in the living area, waiting for him to come. Mikey sat on the couch, the television blaring in the background, watching Donnie and Leo in concern. Donnie watched Leo walk in with a stern yet worried expression, his arms crossed as he walked to his oldest brother.

“What the shell is happening, Leo?”, he asked, brows frowning in concern. “Raph just came in with a limb and an injured arm, but he refuses to let me look at it, let alone even talk to me and Mikey! What happened out there?!”

Leo thought for a moment, his eyes locked on the closed door that led to Raphael’s room. “He didn’t tell you?”

“No! He just growled like he usually does and threatened to punch Mikey if he took a step closer!”

“It’s true!”, Mikey said, still seated on the couch. “And I wasn’t even near him!”

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow”, Leo sighed after another moment of thought. “A lot happened out there”.

“What happened?”, Donnie asked, following Leo as he started walking towards his own room. Mikey rose from the couch and followed his two older brothers. “Anything dangerous? Are you injured too? Did you see what happened to Raph?”

“No”, was all Leo said as he placed a hand on his door knob. “Don’t worry about it. It’s between me and Raph. I’ll talk to him tomorrow”. And with those words he slipped into his room, leaving Donnie and Mikey on the other side, sharing looks of confusion and concern.

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Leo could not stand the smell in his own room. Once it had been so pleasant, with soft scents of you and him. But now it was violent, attacking his nose with you and Raph. He could almost see it in front of him. You and his brother, on his bed, doing it in ways Leo never had thought of doing it to you. It made him sad, tired, angry… It was too much for Leo at that moment. He therefore waited for his two youngest brothers to leave for bed, before he went to the living area, so he could use the couch as a bed for the night.

He covered himself with a blanket and stared at the pipes on the ceiling above. His thoughts went straight to you, just like they had done while the two of you were together. Just like they had done while he was in South America. God, why did he stop writing? He thought about you every night and every day, but he still decided to stop writing. Was it because he had been so sure that he had to stay in the jungle, to save those poor women and children, who’s lives would have been cut short if he didn’t? And staying in the jungle meant letting go of you? Yeah, that must have been why. His wish to be a hero had cost him the person he loved the most; you.

Leo turned onto his side, as he wondered what would have happened if he never had stopped writing. Would he had returned after a year, just like had promised you at first, or would you have waited out for him all two years? You probably would, and he would still have you. He would have you comfortably in his arms, and feel as you slowly drifted to sleep. Your beautiful face next to his, your eyes closed in a peaceful expression, feeling safe with him.

Leo continued to think of your face as he fell asleep. Your beautiful smile, your pretty eyes, and the way your nose would wrinkle whenever he teased you, or your blushing cheeks when he kissed you. How you would bite your lip while watching him train, or how your lips would be slightly agape whenever he would kiss your neck. The look of your face whenever you were close, or how your beautiful face would form when you came for him. Leo missed it. He missed you.

The next morning Leo was the first to wake up. Under normal circumstances, he would meditate and train before eating breakfast, but still feeling tired and drained from the night before, he went straight for breakfast. As the morning unfolded, he watched as his brothers woke up. He and Donnie greeted each other warmly, before Donnie went to clock in with his phone service job. Mikey woke up with a smile, before bringing a full bowl of cereal to the living area, where he ate them in front of the television. Master Splinter told all of his sons good morning, before he went to the dojo to meditate.

Leo watched and waited, until he was sure his family was fully distracted, before he went up the stairs to the second level of the lair, where he made his way to Raphael’s bedroom. Once Leo got to his door, he didn’t knock, nor did he try to walk in. Instead he waited with his back resting against the wall.

Raphael woke up in pain. His foot was still hurting and so was his elbow. He sat up and listened to the sound of his family outside in the living area. Raph did not wish to face them. He didn’t want to have Donnie bug him about his arm, and he didn’t want Mikey to come and try to do whatever he thought was helpful. Much less did he wish to talk to Master Splinter, and even less did he wish to talk to Leonardo. If he even was home. As far as Raphael knew, Leo could have spent the night at your place. After he ran, the two of you could have decided to get back together. Or, that was at least what Raph feared.

Raph went out of bed with a sigh, pain shooting through him the moment his foot touched the ground. He groaned as he started moving towards the door. His goal was to get to the kitchen and get something to eat. A quick grab and go before anyone noticed. Just like the ninja he was trained to be. No one would see him, no one would hear him.

Raph opened his bedroom door and slowly made his way out on the floor that overlooked the floor below.

“Donnie said you hurt your arm”.

Fuck.

Raph looked left of his door, where he found Leo standing. Leaning against the wall, waiting for him to come out. How long had he been there?

“Did I do that?”, Leo asked, his expression stoic, his gaze avoiding Raphael all together.

Raph tugged his arm closer to himself, feeling the pain once more. “None of your business”.

Leo didn’t say anything to that. He knew his brother, and that meant no.

Silence fell between them. None of them moved, none of them said a word, their eyes did not meet. The tension was thick, so thick that Raph could puncture it with his sai and Leo could cut it with his katana. They stood like that for what felt like an eternity, before Leonardo finally broke the silence.

“We have to let her choose”, Leo sighed frustrated, his knuckles tightening around the thin air. “No matter how much it might hurt, we have to respect her decision. It is her choice now”.

Raph tightened his jaw, felt the muscles in his arm tense before staring off into the distance. “You know I’ll still be angry if she chooses you”, he said, feeling the air build up on his chest as a knot formed in his throat.

“I know”, Leo said, still not looking at his brother. Raph felt that familiar feeling of irritation grow. The way Leo avoided his eyes, and the way he kept his breath calm as he spoke. That God damn big brother talk, that had gotten Raph so angry in the first place. “I don’t blame you. I would be angry too if she chose you”. He swallowed as his eyes fell to his feet. “I was angry when… when you told me. Almost blinded. For… for a moment I wanted to hurt you”. He finally looked Raph in the eyes, with an expression he had never seen on Leo’s face before. “Is that how you felt? Even before I left?”

Raph almost forgot how to breathe. His fingers began to feel numb, shaking slightly by the sudden shock. He would cross his arms to form a kind of barrier between him and his big brother. He felt his lip tremble slightly, bitting it on the inside of his mouth to keep it still.

“Yes”, was all Raphael said. It came out like a growl, frustration building further as he fought to keep his breath calm. A pressure formed from behind his eyes, threatening to make his eyes water. No! He would not cry! Especially not in front of Leo. But Leo’s next words almost broke him.

“I’m sorry”, he said with a deep sigh, voice trembling as he spoke, his eyes searching for Raphael’s. “I didn’t know”.

“No”, Raphael pushed out. “You didn’t”.

Silence fell upon them again. They heard Mikey laugh at something on the television, and Donnie telling him to keep it down. This time it was Raphael’s turn to break the silence.

“Did… did she say anything after I left?”

Leo sighed. “She said she needed to think. I don’t blame her. It was kind of a lot. She didn’t even want me to help her”.

Raph nodded and tried to swallow the knot that was building in his throat. “Then we should let her think”.

“Yes, we should do that”, Leo agreed. He pushed away from the wall and turned to his brother one last time before leaving. “Please let Donnie look at your arm. Him and Mikey are very worried. I almost had to run from them last night”.

Raph nodded. “I will”. This made Leo give him a small smile, before he turned to leave, but then Raph started to feel that burning feeling. He had to say something. “Hey, Leo?” The blue clad turtle turned to look at his brother, one brow muscle raised. “Welcome home”.

Leo smiled once more, this time a little bigger. “Thank you”.

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tmntxthings · 1 month

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Can i please hsc or oneshot angst for raph (2018)

∑一Change・゜・。

author’s notes: O.o angst you say? I saw this tiktok and the sound made me so sad!! SO INSPIRATION!

warnings: hurt / no comfort, angst, short, drabble, unedited

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Raph thought, that as long as he tried his best, things would work out.

It seemed simple enough. And in most cases, his best got things done. When it came to his family, he was able to keep his brothers out of trouble for the most part. He was able to provide for them. To distract them from the many problems that surrounded their home as well as stepping up when Dad couldn’t.

It got easier with time. And Dad healed, he became a parent again. Raph didn’t have the same responsibilities that he felt only he could shoulder. But still, it was hard to change those habits. Always feeling the need to carry the burdens. To be the one to fix things.

Communication is always key. Raph learned the hard way that bottling up his emotions only led to having a huge blow up later on. So he did his best when it came to his relationship with you. He didn’t want to be the reason things fell apart between the two of you.

So he did his best.

But as he watched you turn to leave, without even trying to talk to him about what was wrong. He didn’t know what to think. It had to be him. Something had to be wrong with him.

“Y/n!”

He called out to you. But you only shook your head and continued walking further away.

So he went after you. “Can’t we talk about this?” He called after you. His snaggletooth digging into his lower lip nervously as you continued to ignore him.

Slipping past your form before you could reach the ladder that led to the manhole cover. His body a blockade though it wasn’t his intentions to force you to stay. He just wanted to talk to you!

“Please,” he pleaded. “Just tell me what I have to do.” His hand went out, reaching for your own. He couldn’t help himself but try to find any sense of comfort in this moment. He liked your touch. You were warm. You had always been a safe place for him. For his feelings. Even if you were angry with him. “Tell me what I need to change, and Raph will change.”

It would be just that easy for him. He would do anything you wanted. He could be different. Whatever you didn’t like he’d change it. Whatever it was that he did to upset you, he’d make sure it wouldn’t happen again.

“…Raph” you said in a solemn tone, tugging your hand away from his hold.

His heart broke. He didn’t reach for you again. But he went down on his knees before you. Making himself smaller. He needed to be smaller.

“No no, Y/n! You make me happy, we make each other happy!” Raph said with absolute certainty. But as your face met his, it was the epitome of hopelessness. “Don’t we?” He cried out in despair. Not understanding. Needing you to spell it out for him. He wasn’t smart enough to figure it out on his own. He wasn’t like Donnie. He wasn’t like Leo.

“I thought-“ your voice broke, the back of your hand going up to cover it as you held back a sudden sob. It was all Raph could do to stay still. To not instantly scoop you into his arms and hold you close. To calm you down and tell you that everything would be okay. He’d fix it. But he stayed in his place as you recovered yourself.

“I thought this could work. When we were young and stupid, but Raph… I’m human and you’re..” the hand covering your mouth went down as it gestured towards Raph’s form. Mutant. Was the word that went unsaid. He was other. He wasn’t human. But he hadn’t thought… you hadn’t seemed to mind…

In those quiet moments where it was just you and him. When you would lean closer than friends would get. How you would constantly text him.

“I just don’t think it’ll work Raph. It was nice to pretend. It was nice to dream. But I’ve got to be realistic. I can’t spend my life down here.”

In the sewers. In the shadows. Raph didn’t want that for you either. Maybe he had been too selfish. For ever thinking that the happiness the two of you shared was something that couldn’t be broken. He had thought his bond with you was so strong.

Slowly, Raph got up from his knees. He shuffled away from the ladder. “Oh,” was all he could say in response. He felt… how did he feel? It was hard to describe. But you didn’t hesitate to linger. You started to climb.

It seemed like this wasn’t something he could fix. He looked down at his hands. Big rough maws. Green. Not to mention the claws. Nothing like a humans. Nothing like yours. His hand closed into a fist as the manhole cover closed overhead.

He was disappointed. That was what he felt. Crazily enough, it was because he couldn’t change for you. Even though he desperately wanted to.

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sky-kiss · 7 months

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Okay hear me out. This isn't exactly a request unless...👀

But the Raphael x Tav dynamic where he is the only one who can poke fun or give them a hard time is eating my brain.

Like "I can call them a vapid little fool, but if anyone else does the exact same thing it's hellfire and brimstone for them. For a hundred years."

He'd call it affection if it was in his vocabulary.

A/n: This is short, but I’ve been doing a lot of Carrot!Raph and not a lot of Stick!Raph. Some gore and torture ahead. XD Also I don't think this is what you wanted RIP.

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“All this caterwauling! You should really feel blessed, little lamb! I rarely sully my hands these days.” Raphael folded his hands at the small of his back. Isolated from the scene around him, the devil would have appeared perfectly genteel: his doublet remained pressed, hair immaculate. Only the eyes were different, violently bright in the prison’s omnipresent gloom.

Souls and prisoners howled around them, some in agony, some in a desperate attempt to catch the Master’s attention. He didn’t hear; only his guest mattered.

The cambion stopped, lingering just outside their field of vision. They’d finally stopped screaming, lapsing into hiccuping sobs, slumped in on themselves. Not his finest work, he’d be the first to admit, but the rage had come upon him too abruptly for a more cerebral punishment. He reached out, fisting his hand in the sweaty mass of their hair, and tugged their head back. Terror flooded their eyes; their mouth tried to curl back in horror but failed to manage it. His claws left the cheek a ruin of tissue. He tapped a nail against the wound. They knew better than to twitch away.

“Remind me why I’m entertaining you, little one.”

It took three attempts before they could finally choke the word out: “Duchess.”

“Ah, yes. How forgetful! You will have to forgive the indiscretion.” Raphael stepped closer. He’d made quite a mess, honestly. Bones jutted from strange, haphazard angles; he’d removed a few in a fit of pique. He didn’t believe they were essential, but it was always so difficult to tell with mortals. He yanked, and the little thing screamed their anguish. “And what was it you said? Be specific; your life depends on it.”

“W…whore. Whore queen. Raph…” they winced. The mouth couldn't form the words, an ever-increasing disconnect between the body and brain as blood loss took its toll. “Your cunt.”

“An inelegant summation.” He wiped his hand on the thing’s shoulders, glancing across the chamber. “Care to vouch for them, duchess?”

His pet chuckled. What a sight! His finest treasure, her gown set with gems, gold chains hanging about her horns. He had created art with her. “It is they say, my duke.”

“And that bodes well for you, little one.” Raphael knelt beside them, stroking hair back from their face. They turned their face into the motion, an awful pantomime of intimacy. “Though…perhaps not as well as you might have hoped. I guard my treasures so zealously, and she is first among them. You understand, don’t you?”

They nodded, miserable.

“But I am not without mercy. Should you apologize to her…we could start fresh. Would you like that, little one?” He pitched his voice lower, speaking as if in conspiracy. Two friends, ready to make peace. They released a shuddering breath and nodded. Raphael held out his arm to his duchess. She came to him with vibrant eyes and a smile, a pretty reflection of all he’d accomplished. His conquest, his might, his pretty love. “Begin, wretch.”

“Beg…beg forgiveness, dutchess. Please…gods, please, forgive us…”

His duchess hummed. “You are forgiven, wretch.” And to Raphael, “My love, must you play with your food? Are you nearly finished?”

“Very nearly, little mouse. First,” he withdrew a vial from his doublet, a draught of restorative waters. He held it to his guest's lips. Like magic, flesh mended itself! Wounds shrunk and disappeared! In a matter of moments, they were whole once more.

“Merciful King, kind lord,” they sobbed, crawling towards him. The wretch painted the toe of his boot with kisses. “Never again. Not a word against you or the lady will pass my lips.”

“No. I imagine not.” He nudged their ribs with his boots. “Alas, our fresh start will have to wait. My duchess requires me.” The imps crawled forward, hungry and eager. “I leave you in my staff’s ever-capable hands.”

#raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #asks #my fic #cw: torture #cw: gore #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction

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sadakorosee · 1 year

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Comfort

Omg this is my first request! Poly relationship with the turtles request by @trtlegirl00

TW: a bit of sexual harassment, misogyny

Poly!turtles x fm!reader (Requested)

Work was hell - then again, it's always been hell.

This entire week, your boss has been on your back demanding 10 different tasks from you and scolds you infront of everybody when you haven't finished it. You tried explaining you were doing 4 tasks at once, staying overtime, and barely eaten anything and guess what he said to you?

"Not my problem." He said, with a SHRUG on his shoulders.

You were not tolerating his mistreatment anymore and did the unthinkable; you stepped hard on his foot and he yelped in pain, gasps around the office. Due to the mistreatment you and your colleagues went through, they all clapped.

"I'll see you in fucking court. And don't think I didn't miss you pinching my ass at last week's party. Perv." Then you left.

Despite all that, it just drains the life out of you realizing you're jobless. Fired, for sure. Getting sued? Absolutely.

You dragged yourself to the lair mindlessly. All you want were hugs right now.

"Hey, angel cakes is back!" Mikey saw you from the kitchen and ran to you, only to find you emotionless. Your hair was in a loose bun, your formal clothes unbuttoned and shoes removed, you holding it.

"Angel? What's wrong?" Mikey grew concerned.

That made you break. "I hate everything!" You bawled out of nowhere dropping everything in the process and hugged Mikey sobbing in his shoulder.

"Uhh guys!" Mikey called, catching 3 other turtles' attention.

"What happened?!" Leo asked in panic, holding you and inspecting you for wounds. He saw how messy you looked thinking you got harassed.

"Who hurt you, baby?" Raph held your crying face. "I'll kill 'em. How dare they hurt you like this?!"

"Calm down, you hothead," Donnie pushed the bigger turtle away and inspected you. Once he confirms you weren't physically hurt, he took off his goggles and stroked your hair. "She wasn't physically hurt. But there's something else here. What happened, love? Deep breaths."

You told them everything, which in between the guys slowly getting angry for you until the last part you mentioned your boss touched you in a dinner party:

Leo stopped blinking.

Raph broke a baseball bat he was holding-- which you didn't notice he was holding it. That was weird.

Donnie dropped his gadget.

Mikey gasped. Typical.

"I'm gonna kill him."

Now, people would expect this reaction from Raph, right?

Nope.

"Donnie wait calm down!" Mikey held onto Donnie's leg but the tallest turtle walked to the exit with ease.

"Put down that knife! Sensei used that to cut the fishes!" Leo exclaimed. Please, Leo. That isn't important right now.

"I'm goin' with ya, Don." That was Raph. Of course he's gonna join Donnie kill anybody who touched their s/o.

It took about 20 minutes to calm down your tallest boyfriend and he was still eager to murder your boss but he saw how exhausted you are, so he stopped and hoist you up in his arms, bringing you to the living room.

Your four boyfriends huddled up with you in the middle; two of them holding both of your hands, 1 was massaging your toes and 1 massaging your shoulders.

You'd rather be stuck down in the lair than being in the human world.

Money? You'll think of something.

Right now, you just want to be with your boyfriends.

I hope this was okay C: i'm sorry it took me almost a week to do your request; i'm actually a working lady xD i work 8-5 everyday and i'm tired all the time. i may have added a bit of my story inside. regarding this, stay safe at work or in public. report when you must and don't let any man tell you what's what.

#tmnt 2014 x reader #tmnt poly #tmnt 2016 x reader #tmnt bayverse #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #tmnt x reader

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normal-internet-user · 1 year

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Hello, just wanted to say I love your writing and that you're amazing ☺️ I loved the splinter headcanons with child reader and the other ones as well. So I had an idea for sibling headcanons (or one shot if easier) but with rise boys !

Ok so here's the deal

‼️ angsty time‼️

The boys and reader were having A BIG FIGHT with draxum, everything around them was destroyed or on fire, each boy was occupied fight against draxum vines (i can't exactly remember what they were), so nobody noticed draxum going behind reader and giving them a fatal injury (no need to describe it if your uncomfortable), when the boys noticed it was already too late, they hold their dying sibling reader in their arms, telling them to hang in there, but the last thing the reader says before passing is :

"Make sure to protect the family for me...give them the happy future that I won't be able to give them"

And then their gone

You can do Headcanons for each brother in this situation or a one shot, whatever you're comfortable with. And if you don't want to do it then it's completely fine, it's your choice sweetheart

Love your blog and you, have a good month 😚🌸💞

Bro I literally cried writing this, but like, IT'S SUCH A GOOD PROMPT 😭

MAJOR ANGST WARNING ❗❗

RISE BOYS HOLDING A DYING SIBLING READER

You dodged and weaved through Baron Draxum's vines alonside your brothers, laughing confidently when you just barely missed one.

"Focus up, (Name)!" Raph shouted, cutting through the new wave.

"Sorry, Big Guy! focusing!"

You swung your axe, chopping through a vine headed straight for your heart, both you and any of your brothers failing to notice the Baron creeping up behind you.

A sharp pain shook your body and you screamed out in pain. The vine that had previously lodged itself through your stomach retracted and you fell to your knees...

Raph:

He heard you scream and his heart dropped so low he might have lost it.

He spun to see you on your knees and the Baron fleeing in the opposite direction.

You looked up at him weakly as he rushed to you side, "Raph-" you croaked out.

"No, no- shhh, hold on, (Name)- hold-, oh man-"

Raph held you tightly, trying desperatly to stop the bleeding,

But it wouldn't stop.

His breathing had become erratic, he was panicing and you knew it,

So you placed a hand on his plastron, "Raph?"

"Y-yeah, (Name)?"

"Do you remember when we were kids and I had a nightmare? You sang me to sleep remember?"

Raph nodded, his big arms holding your smaller form tight, "Of course, I remember." his voice was shaky, and you started to rub circles into his plastron.

"Can you sing me to sleep one last time, Big Guy? please..." you looked up at him teary eyed and weak.

Raph gulped back the sob that was building up, "Su-sure thing, (Nickname). Sure I can."

"We we're playing in the sand," his voice cracked, but he kept singing,

"And you found a little band,"

"You told me you fell in love with it hadn't gone as I planned."

"When you had to bid adieu,"

You hummed weakly alonside the tune, still rubbing slow circles into his plastron.

"Said you'd never love anew,"

"I wondered if I could hold it and fall in love with it too." Raph felt his chest constrict as your circles came slower and slower, knowing you didn't have long left,

"You told me to buy a pony but all I wanted was you."

You sighed softly, "Thank you, B-big Guy. Hey take care of our baby brothers, yeah? T-they're gonna need you even more n-now..."

A lone tear fell down your face and your hand fell with it.

Raph let out a choked sob as he held you closer.

Leo:

"(NAME)!" Leo shouted, rushing to your side.

"No, nononono, (Name). Please be okay. Please, please."

You chuckled weakly, wincing as Leo moved to hold you, "H-hey, Leo. It don't look that bad, right?"

Leo scowled at you through thr tears that had started to fall, "D-don't joke right now. D-don't..."

"Just trying to lighten the mood..."

Leo shook his head and frantically began to try and stop, or even just slow, the bleeding, you grabbed his hand.

"Hey, hey. It's ok, Leo. It's not gonna work." you sqeezed his hand in your own.

He stopped and looked you in your eyes, tears freely falling down his face, "No, (Name), i-it's not ok. You can't go, you can't." His voice cracked, and you cupped his with your other hand.

"I don't have a choice, Leo. But I need you to make me two promises, ok?"

Leo nodded, pushing his heek further into your weak palm.

"Don't blame yourself. Please don't do that. It'll make me upset. And take care of the others, you guys are gonna need each other-" you coughed weakly.

"Ok, I- I promise, I-"

You nodded, smiling softly, "Good..."

Your hand fell from his cheek, and Leo felt his heart drop.

You were gone.

Donnie:

Donnie rushed to your side, goggles down and already assesing your wound.

"(Name)! Hold still, I can- I can fix this."

He started to reach for the wound, attempting to stop the bleeding, but your hand caught his wrist.

"Donnie... you can't fix this. There's nothing t-to fix."

Donnie shook his head, "No! I c-can, I can fix this! I just need-"

"Donnie!"

His eyes met your own as you moved his goggles back up to their place atop his head.

You smiled softly at your younger brother, "It's ok... not everything is fixable, would you try to put a toaster back together if it was smashed to peices?"

He shook his head slowly, eyes not leaving yours.

"Exactly," you said, "T-this isn't fixable. I'm not fixable, and that's not your- your fault." you felt your tears begin to fall faster than before, "I need you to promise me something, Donnie. Take care of the family for me, give them the future I wasn't able to..."

"I will, (Name), I promise. I- (Name)? (Name)!" Donnie felt the panic and anger set in as your hand fell to your side.

He pulled you closer as the overwhelming sensation of his own tears falling took over his senses.

Mikey:

"(Name)!" he gasped out as he rushed to your side.

You smiled weakly as he pulled you into his arms, "H-hey, Mikey. looks like I'm in quite the pickle, huh?"

"Don't- don't joke about this, (Name). Hold on please, y-you'll be okay, you're gonna be ok, right?"

You shook your head sadly, "Not this time, Mikey. I- ." you were cut of by a throat wrenching cough,

Mikey's breathing became uneven, as he looked around frantically for the others, "RAPH! (NAME) NEEDS HELP! (Name) needs help..."

You placed a gentle hand on his cheek, turning him to look at you, "Mikey, you're my baby brother, I- I don't want to leave you. But I don't have a choice. B-before I- I go, I need you to promise me something, yeah?"

Mikey nodded slowly, sniffling quietly as the tears fell faster,

"Take care of the others, they'll need you, and you'll need them, protect each other-"

You whimpered lowly as a bout of pain flared from the wound.

"Ok, (Name) I-I promise..."

You smiled softly, but it faded slightly when you felt Mikey's tears hit your face. You moved your hand to wipe them away,

"Please don't cry, dumpling. It makes me s-sad..." your sentence trailed off as your hand fell and your body went still.

Mikey pulled you closer, quiet sobs racking his body.

.........................................

Writing angst hits different at 3am, woke up my sister cause of my sniffling.

Have a good day Anon!

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #x reader #rottmnt #leonardo x reader #donnie x reader #raphael x reader #leonardo x reader tmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise!raph x reader #mikey x reader #sibling reader #platonic x reader #tmnt x reader platonic #older sibling reader

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fishsticksloser · 1 year

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Hello! How are you?

If requests are still open(If I was somehow mistaken when I read open sorry ;-;) can I request Y/n as turtles s/o tending their wounds?

I mean, during the fights they get hurt, mostly after the movie

It's okay if you don't want to do that, you can ignore it <3

Have a nice day/afternoon/evening/night!

- 👾

Tending to Wounds

RotTMNT + gn!reader

Warnings: injuries, blood, angst, platonic fluff, swearing, alcohol but in the sense of cleaning wounds, not written as headcannons

A/N: Thank you for your request! ☺️ I hope you have a great day/afternoon/evening/night. I moved the order around because my idea for Donnie is... Very angsty... And long... Platonic fluff cause there's nothing saying whether you're dating or not in the drabbles so it's up to interpretation

Leo

Leo hissed as you applied pressure to a decently sized gash on his leg. He placed his hand over yours, a silent plea to be more gentle. Of course that wasn't optional as stopping the bleeding was more important.

"That was incredibly reckless." You grit, wiping away dirt and dried blood.

"I know- Fuck." Leo groans as you apply alcohol to the wound. "A warning would've been nice."

"You get a warning when you stop being reckless."

"I'm sorry..."

You start stitching him up, making sure your not hurting him too bad. You wrap up Leo's leg and start to take care of all the bloody supplies. You stop in front of Leo as he stared at his leg.

"Leo..." You sigh, placing your hand on his shoulder. "You're more important than you realize. You can't just keep throwing yourself out there like that and expect everything to be fine. Your brothers need you... I need you."

Leo reaches for you, pulling you towards him. He rests his forehead on your chest, you feel sobs rock through him. You gently rub his shell and the back of his neck, letting him fall apart peacefully.

Mikey

Mikey's leg bounces anxiously as you gather supplies. It wasn't that Mikey was badly injured, you could just tell that there was a lot. You settle in front of Mike and start to set up.

"Are you okay?" You ask, his knee bumping you. "I mean other than physically."

"Yeah." Mikey answers. "I just... I don't like this part."

"I'll be as nice as I can."

You clean up around the wounds with water, making sure there's nothing in them before you have to apply alcohol. You lean over him, trying to take his attention away from the cuts.

"I'm gonna need you to be the bravest you've ever been." I got this from a comic and :( /pos

You apply the alcohol. You glance at Mikey and see he has his eyes closed tightly. You pat the wounds dry and bandage them up.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" You gather the ruined supplies and throw them away.

"No..." Mikey squints in confusion. "I didn't even feel it."

Raph

Tending to Raph was pretty easy. He stayed very still and didn't pay attention, opting to talk instead.

"You know, there's this new...." Raph talked about the new teddy bear store opening, you zoned out, focusing on the cut on his arm.

He continued to ramble, very excitedly. Soon enough, he was all set. He looked over his bandages and started to leave before turning back to you.

"I should take you there sometime." Raph smiles.

"I'd love that."

Angst Below

Read At Your Own Risk.

Donnie

If you knew how bad it was going to be, you'd have set up before they brought him in. Raph carried Donnie into the lair, yelling for your help. He was quickly rushed to med bay, in and out of consciousness.

"What the hell happened?" You ask, applying pressure to the gash.

"I-I don't know!" Raph stumbles. "I turned around and he..."

"He lost his battle shell getting me out of the way..." Mikey sniffed. "It's my fault..."

"Mikey, it's not your fault." Leo held Mikey, his own tears rolling down his cheeks. "But, you can help, right?"

"It'll take a long time for his shell to heal..." You sigh, Raph hands you the rest of the supplies. "But yeah, I can do it. Can you all wait outside?"

They didn't argue, filling out of the room, slumped. You return to Donnie who lay on his stomach, giving you a clear view of his bleeding shell. You grabbed a pillow, resting it under his head and chest to make him comfortable before setting to work.

You now sat next to Donnie, holding his hand, your head resting against them. You feel Donnie's hand tighten around yours and you shot out of your seat.

"I feel like roadkill." He groans, stretching his limbs slightly.

"You kind of look it." You sigh. He turned to face you, humor dancing in his eyes. Donnie crossed his arm, laying his head on them. "Are you in pain? I can get you some meds if so."

"A little..." He yawns. "I think I'm okay right now." He looked around, seeing his brothers laying together on the floor, fast asleep. "How long have I been out?"

"A few hours." You get him some water, letting him soothe his scratchy throat. "You're okay now. Rest."

Donnie began to doze off again. You kissed his temple and turned off the lights, letting the 4 turtles sleep.

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tangledinink · 11 months

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Chapter Eighteen of I'm Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now? is now up! The Hamato Family finally goes back home. And now everything is okay and back to normal... right? Read it on ao3 or below the cut.

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The world wasn’t spinning anymore.

Damn, did that mean he was dead? Cowabummer.

As he looked around, however, Leo slowly realized (for the second time over a very short period) that, no, he was not dead. Or, at least, he didn’t think he was dead-- despite the fact that he was absolutely surrounded by a warm, comforting light, enveloping him and holding him close.

He could hear the roars of the crowd in the distance. And though he was no longer flailing through the air, his head was still reeling, having not quite realized that they weren’t falling anymore. And as he slowly gathered his bearings, he realized he could see his siblings, all gathered together close; held behind the protective fold of a bright red light, shielded from the debris and dust that had been sent flying through the ring.

Vaguely, he came to the conclusion that the Ikuchi had fallen.

And he hadn’t.

It wasn’t until the red light faded and was replaced by his eldest brother’s tight embrace that he came back to reality properly, stumbling a bit, his eyes wide and his brain still buzzing a little; held up only by his brother’s grip rather than his own strength.

“... Did you catch me?” He finally managed to get his tongue to move.

“Never do that again,” Raph hissed in reply, and about half a second later, Mikey, April, and even Donnie had joined them, all stumbling into him and clinging to him all at once.

“What is wrong with you!? You idiot!” April cried, burying her face into his shoulder.

“Why did you do that?!” Mikey wailed through sobs. “I told you guys! I told you not to protect me! Why would you do that!? D-don’t-- don’t do that! Don’t e-ever do that again! Why don’t any of you-- e-ever listen to me? I would have-- I--! Leo!”

“Sorry!” Leo found it in himself to laugh, though even he could admit that he sounded just a little bit deranged. Eugh boy, were things still spinning? “It’s fine!... I knew Raph would save me.”

“No you didn’t!” Raph snapped. “Raph didn’t even know Raph was gonna save ya!”

“How did you do that?” April gaped.

“I don’t know!” Raph laughed, his voice stumbling slightly with the threat of oncoming tears. “I just knew that if I didn’t save him, I’d never hear the end of it…!”

“I told you all not to,” Mikey wept, clinging to him. “I told you…”

“Aw, I knew you had magic powers,” Leo slurred. Okay, maybe he was still a little out of it. “You just needed… the right motivation…! All part of the plan…”

“Liar,” Raph hissed, tightening his hold on him, bundling his brother up close to his chest and burying his face against his shoulder. “If you ever pull some bullshit like that ever again, I swear to god, I’m gonna murder you--”

His next words were cut off by yet another shuddering crash of impact, nearly tossing the gang from their feet. And Leo was still not exactly feeling steady, per se, but turning to face the glowering form of an angry spider did wonders for sobering a person up.

“Well then,” Big Mama hissed, her eyes narrowed into slits as she glared down at them. “Wasn’t that an impressive performance.”

“I told you we’d give you a big hurrah. Was that cool or what?” Leo laughed, pulling away from Raph so that he could stand on his own-- stumbling a bit, but then finding his balance again, summoning up whatever he had left in his body to face her alongside his siblings. He could practically see Big Mama grit her jaw.

“Isn’t that just… splendifirous,” she hissed. “Well! Big Mama never breaks a deal! She does, however, alt--”

“Okay, hang on. Hold that thought. Sorry. Just. One second,” Leo said quickly, moving to shove his hand into his jean pockets, digging around for a moment as he approached the other.

“Oh! Okay. Here. Here you go,” he hummed, pulling a tiny black coin, etched with sigils that he couldn’t even begin to comprehend, from his pocket, where it had lived ever since it was retrieved from Big Mama’s own vault by Mayhem. He pressed it firmly into her insectile palm. “This is for you.”

Big Mama paused.

She stared.

She bristled.

Every hair on her body stood on end as she snarled, puffing up twice the size that she had been a second ago. She bared her fangs, digging her claws into the ground as she loomed over the group, a furious hiss escaping her as she leaned in close to Leo. Beyond a slightly dizzy rock on one foot, he stood his ground, keeping his gaze even and trained on her.

“Go collect your father and get out of my Nexus,” she spat, turning sharply away.

Inwardly, Leo let out a massive breath of relief, his entire body sagging ever-so-slightly. He nearly fell over as he turned on his heel to try to re-join his slack-jawed siblings.

“You heard the spider lady--” he said, wobbling dangerously. Luckily, Raph and Donnie were quick to react, each grabbing an arm on either side to keep him upright. Oh thank god. He was still thinking he might just throw up. Or pass out. Maybe both.

“What the hell was that!?” Raph hissed, his eyes wide and his voice hushed. “Leo! What did you give her!?”

“Honestly,” Leo said, chuckling the tiniest bit beneath his breath. “I have no fucking clue.”

---

The rest of the day was a blur.

Mikey had never seen their father cry so much, nor heard him scream so loud, informing Leo at least eleven times that he was grounded for the rest of his life for scaring his family like that. And though he didn’t necessarily disagree, Mikey felt guilty the entire time. He kept wondering if anyone was going to yell at him for needing to be saved in the first place, but no one did.

They collected their dad. They collected Mayhem. They collected all their things.

They walked out of the Battle Nexus, back out the same way they had entered four days earlier. Mikey dimly noted the alleyway where they had huddled together and plotted just days ago. People repeatedly stopped and begged for their father’s autograph, seeming unsurprised to see him out and about, and he politely declined each and every request.

Their father clearly knew his way around the Hidden City. He knew the way home, too, and soon, they were back up on the surface-- in New York City.

They were in New York City again. And it looked the same.

From there, they called 911.

Mikey barely remembered the ambulance ride, though he remembered thinking, wow, I’ve never been in an ambulance before. He wanted to tell someone that he was okay, he wasn’t hurt, that it was their dad and Leo that they had to worry about, but he couldn’t quite get his tongue to work. Every time he tried to open his mouth to talk, he’d just start crying again. Every time someone asked him a question, tried to ask what happened, if he was okay, where it hurt, he’d try to reply and instead tears would just bubble up again and spill over, painting streaks down his face over and over again until his head hurt.

Maybe that was a blessing, because he had no idea what he would have said. Their dad, however, did. Mikey was silently shocked by how easily he lied. By how effortlessly he weaved together a tapestry of tales to explain their absence-- wearily and emotionally describing the crazed fan who had kidnapped him and held him hostage in their apartment. He tearfully explained how his children had been contacted by the culprit and foolishly attempted to take matters into their own hands after being warned not to contact the police, only to be captured themselves until they were able to make their escape.

It sounded dramatic. It sounded implausible, if Mikey was being honest, like the plot of a soap opera. But the way his Dad said it, it sounded… so believable.

And everyone seemed to eat it up without question in a way that made Mikey squint, but in a way that he didn’t question, either.

They got to the hospital. They patched up all of Dad’s injuries-- the cracked ribs, the bruises, the cuts and scrapes, the bloody knuckles and torn muscles and swollen joints. Mikey could tell he was anxious, but he somehow didn’t panic even half as much as he did going in for a physical. He kept a brave face throughout, recounting the story as many times as he needed to, firmly declining any opioids, and keeping his focus squarely on Mikey and his siblings the entire time, even as doctors actively treated his wounds.

After some fluids and a long nap, Leo bounced right back, seemingly no worse for the wear. They wrapped Raph’s hands. Treated Donnie’s concussion and his back. Even April had managed to sprain her wrist in the fight, a mild and easily treatable injury, but an injury nonetheless.

But he was fine. Even after tripping and falling in the Nexus; he wasn’t hurt at all.

He felt fine.

They gave him fluids, anyway, for how much he had bailed out in quiet sobs and sniffles.

April’s mom and dad met them at the hospital, getting there almost as soon as they did, and were in absolute pieces. Mikey had never seen April’s dad cry before, but he had been experiencing a lot of firsts of that ilk recently, so he supposed he wasn’t that surprised. They hugged April and didn’t let her go until she insisted that they were crushing her and she couldn’t breathe. She, much like Leo, was informed that she was grounded for the rest of her life for doing something so reckless and stupid. Their dad apologized at least eighty times for putting her in harm’s way, for getting her involved in such danger, but April’s parents insisted that they were just relieved that everyone was okay, and Mikey could tell that they really meant it.

Their dad and April’s parents were really good friends, actually. He had almost boundless memories of the three of them hanging out and chatting while he and his siblings played. They’d often sit out on the front stoop together when it was nice outside. April’s mom came over regularly for tea. Her dad and his dad played baseball together, even, on the weekends sometimes.

He supposed they had probably been scared for him, too.

And then eventually, they were just…

Home.

Before Mikey knew it, he was back in his own room, staring at the wall and wondering how the hell he got here.

Was this real? He kept waiting to wake up, and it didn’t happen. Did all that actually happen? When he reached back through his memories and touched them, they wiggled like Jell-O, and he wasn’t quite sure if he could trust them or not.

He shifted in place, hearing the springs of the mattress creak beneath him. He smoothed his hands over the cotton of his bedspread, feeling the soft, knitted texture beneath the pads of his fingers.

He stared up at the glow-in-the-dark stars that his dad had put there for him when he was four.

He was certain he was here now. They had… made it back home. His brothers were home, too. They had all retreated back to their own rooms for the night when they all finally got home, at nearly four in the morning, all exhausted from the experience. Even their dad was home. He knew he was. He watched him get here with them.

Very slowly, Mikey sank down in bed, laying flat on his back.

And even though he had been crying all day, it felt like he was finally letting the dam burst when he reached deep down into his chest and pulled out an aching, shuddering, genuine sob.

---

Raph didn’t think he could ever miss his own bed so much. He spread himself out, splaying out his limbs like a starfish, before eventually rolling over onto his side, curling up and finding the closest stuffed animal to grab and hang onto.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he had been starting to wonder if they would ever see their home again.

But now they were here. All of them, safe and sound. Their dad included. Their dad was home.

They got their dad home.

He got everyone back home.

But somehow, he didn’t feel better yet.

That wasn’t really true. He did! Mostly. He kind of felt better. He-- he was relieved, certainly. He was so grateful that everyone was home, safe and sound-- that everyone was safe, that Dad was okay, that Leo was okay, he just…

He hadn’t expected to feel so…

Angry.

But now, laying here in his bed, staring off at the wall and listening to their quiet house, all filled up to the brim with his family, that was all he could feel. It felt sour in his stomach, poking and prodding at the edges of his muscles and ribs like a horned creature, snorting hot and pawing at his gut and stamping its hooves, jabbing at him over and over until his face felt ugly and awful and warm.

He was angry that they were lied to. That they were tricked. That their lives weren’t what they thought they were all this time.

He was angry at the pain that had been inflicted on their family. For all the tears that his siblings had cried over the past two-and-a-half weeks. He was angry at the suffering that their father had endured for the entertainment of others in a glorified fight pit. He was angry that there were people who would do that to them-- who thought that that was okay. He was angry for every drop of blood that he had lost.

He was angry at himself for believing something untrue; for how naive and silly it made him feel, even if he recognized that the circumstances were complicated to say the least. He was angry for how close he had come to letting his family slip through his fingers.

But mostly, he was angry that their father had ever agreed to go away from them.

He and his siblings had been prepared to go to the ends of the earth to find him and bring him home and reunite their family. Raph would have done anything to get him back. They all would have. They were ready to give up everything if they had to.

And he had agreed to stay away?

He had agreed to leave them behind?

He was shocked by how meaningless he could suddenly feel in the face of his own father, who had never before made him feel anything but loved.

His anger smoldered inside of him like a stubborn campfire, unwilling to be put out, even as hot tears of frustration singed their way down his face.

---

He couldn’t sleep.

Wow, what a surprise.

If he was being honest with himself, he hadn’t even tried, but he had very little interest in engaging with the process right now. Besides that, he wasn’t even that interested in the prospect of sleeping at all. Just the idea of trying to sleep right now was exhausting and wholly unappealing. He was too tired to try to fall asleep. He just wanted…

Well, he didn’t actually know what he wanted.

He supposed that’s how he had ended up here.

Leo had been curled up in the same place on the floor for hours now, his knees drawn up to his chest and his head resting on his knees as he just… stared at himself in the mirror. Examined his body, a tiny frown on his face.

It looked the same. Just the same as he always had. The same stripey face and spotted belly. The same curly blonde hair with dark roots poking through. His chin curved the same way it always did, his waist still pinched the same way, his shoulders sloped just the same as they always had.

He had never loved his body. He knew he acted all confident and cocky, and that wasn’t all for show-- there were times when he really did feel confident. Lots of times, actually. He was perfectly capable of being confident and capable and fucking bright as a person, and not as a body, and no, he wasn’t afraid to declare to anyone who wanted to listen that he was very cute, thank you very much, and yes, he did have great taste in clothes, and yes, his hair was amazing, wasn’t it? I’ll tell you what conditioner I use--

But truthfully, he didn’t love his body. He didn’t hate it, either-- it had just existed up until now. It had just been, and he had dealt with it, liked the parts that he liked and tolerated the parts he didn’t, making plans to customize in the future, and it was… okay.

But he had never despised his own skin so deeply as he did in this moment.

Looking at himself now, he couldn’t find a single thing to enjoy. He looked at himself in the mirror and he glowered, curling his lips in disgust, even though he was unable to look away.

It was the same as it was before. Nothing had changed. But somehow, he hated it now.

---

Donnie had always preferred to base his world on facts and logic over emotions. He had always found that this was what worked best for him. If he collected data, examined it, and allowed these values to influence his decisions, everything tended to work out better. No, admittedly, this did not, by any means, guarantee success, much to his annoyance, but he had run the statistics, and facts worked. They were reliable. He could lean on them and count that they would hold him up. He could place his trust there.

For example--

Fact: Hamato Donatello is adept in the care of tropical plants. This was supported by a vast array of data. He had no less than two dozen different varieties of houseplants flourishing in the living room alone that he could point to support this claim, thank you very much, and they were all thriving under his expert care. This was a fact. This was something that he knew to be true. He could rely on this. He could lean on this. It would not change.

Even those that he, at times, found painful, he could still count on.

For example--

Fact: Hamato Donatello is bad at talking to new people. He didn’t like it, but it was a fact. Never in his life had he met someone and been able to strike up a conversation without, at some point, putting his foot in his mouth and fucking it up or floundering. He always seemed to find a way to mess it up, even if he didn’t realize it until later on. Even if he, in the moment, thought that things were going great! He was… better than he had been. He had learned, over time, and gotten the hang of the art of conversation, at least to a degree. People he knew, he could handle, no problem but someone new? It was just…

It was just a bullet point in the long list of micro-facts that had always supported the claim of, “Hamato Donatello is different from other people. He doesn’t fit in, and there’s something that separates him from his peers.”

And he had always known this. He was diagnosed with autism when he was five. He had always known that he was different, that he didn’t quite match with everyone else. It had always felt like he was missing something; like handbooks or a set of rules had been passed out at some point, and he never got his copy. There were times when it had bothered him, sure, but he had long since come to terms with it. He had found people and places where he could fit, where ‘matching’ mattered a lot less, where the mold that he was expected to adhere to had far more give to it. He had spent years in therapy discussing this gap; years trying to learn the content of the missing ruleset through secondhand explanations. And even if it wasn’t always his favorite fact, it was still a fact. It was something that he knew to be true. He could rely on this. He could lean on this. It would not change.

Or, well. He had thought so.

He had set up a new spreadsheet so he could run through all the data-- so he could review what he thought he had known, and that which he could no longer rely on. He got to work measuring just how patchworked his universe had suddenly become. Began evaluating just how much of the floor was actively falling out from beneath him, and put it all into neat, numbered rows and columns.

Fact: Hamato Donatello is an awarded athlete.

(Inconclusive. If he was only a talented swimmer because he was a mutant, could any of these accomplishments really be attributed to him, in all fairness? Further research needed.)

Fact: Hamato Donatello is autistic.

(Inconclusive. Can this diagnosis be considered valid if he was not human? There was no diagnosis criteria for turtles. Perhaps he was just odd and different and didn’t fit because he was a mutant. Or because he was a failed experiment. Further research needed.)

Fact: Hamato Donatello is a member of the Hamato family.

(Inconclusive. If he was a mutant rather than simply his father’s child, did he really belong on the family tree? Could he actually be considered a Hamato descendent? Was their father truly their father to begin with? Further research needed.)

Fact: Donatello is a human being.

(Inconclusive. Though he was still not sure what his exact standing was, or how he could be categorized now, it was very clear that he was not simply a human as previously believed. Further research needed.)

Fact: Donatello is a member of society, just like everyone else, and deserves to be treated with kindness and respect by others.

(Inconclusive. He was not a human, and therefore, it could not be said that he was a ‘member of society,’ nor that he inherently deserved anything based on this status, despite what his therapist Mossy had previously taught him. This statement was based on outdated information, and could no longer be taken at face value. Further research needed.)

Fact: Donatello belongs in human society.

(Inconclusive. Further research needed.)

---

April was kind of starting to think that maybe her parents might mean it when they said she was grounded for the rest of her life. And, to be fair, she knew that she had scared them.

A lot.

She had scared herself, too. If she was being honest, she was still scared.

It had been weeks since she had last been here, standing in her own bathroom, looking at herself in her own mirror as she brushed her teeth and got ready for bed. And it was all normal, all the same as it ever was, but--

Everything that had been keeping her upright the past three weeks, the adrenaline, the survival instincts, the desire to support her brothers and stay steady and hold them up while things fell apart, the desire to protect them, to figure things out, to investigate, to fix things, it was all…

It was all gone.

Everything that had been propping her up had suddenly given way, and she had just been carried up the stairs into the apartment by her dad, her arms wrapped around his neck like she was six again, getting home from a family outing that had gone late. And now she was sitting here in her bathroom and looking at her own face in the mirror and it was her face, and not anything spooky or mutated or unfamiliar, and that felt so unfair, somehow? And--

She hiccuped softly. And then she sobbed, until she eventually sank down onto the floor, curled up in a little heap and weeping softly.

Oh my god, what had just happened?

She could have died.

They all could have died.

Her brothers could have died. Leo could have died. She thought Leo was going to die.

She could have died.

She still had toothpaste in her mouth, and it was getting all down her chin and the front of her shirt, and it was fucking gross but she couldn’t really get herself to care. She just sat there and she cried until her mom knocked on the door, just barely cracking it open and joining her on the cold tile floor. And then, eventually, her dad had joined her, too, and she had wrapped herself up in their arms and practically climbed into his lap and just clung to them. She really didn’t know what else to do.

Something horrible almost happened. But it hadn’t. They were all okay. They were all home, but…

God, why did she feel like her little brother was still falling?

---

The whole way home, Yoshi was terrified that one of his children would begin talking to him. Terrified that one of them would ask some question that he wouldn’t be able to answer. But the journey back to their apartment was near silent. Somehow, that was almost worse.

He thought to himself, god, why is this your main concern right now? Why are you worrying about that, of all things? What is wrong with you?

He got everyone back home. He made sure each of his children ended up safely in their own beds. And, finally, he retreated back to his own.

He’d like to say that his room was just as he had left it, but that was untrue. It had clearly been ransacked multiple times, and he groaned softly, scrubbing at his face with his hands, wondering who all had been in here and what they had uncovered. He supposed there was nothing he could do about it right now.

He didn’t do much besides clear off his bed. One at a time, he removed the items stacked on top of it. The piles of old paperwork. The DVD cases. The dirty laundry. He didn’t have the energy to sort through any of it properly or put it away right now, so he simply placed it all to the side, stacking things on his dresser or tossing them across the room instead, promising himself that he would get to it in the morning and dreading the thought of it.

He would have a lot of things to do in the morning.

Internally, he scolded himself. Shouldn’t he be happy? Or at least relieved? This was the best case scenario. All of his children were home, safe and sound. He was home-- he would never have to set foot in the Battle Nexus again. He was free to live his life and raise his children, wasn’t he?

But the only thing he could find in his chest was dread, no matter how deep he dug. Very gingerly, he eased himself down onto his bed, laying out flat on his back and staring up at the ceiling. There were no answers up there. He had looked many, many times before, and he already knew. At the very least, it felt good to lie down. To finally lay down properly in a bed and allow his body a proper break.

Ah, if only he could allow his mind to do the same…

What the fuck was he going to say to them? What… could he say? How was he supposed to explain all the choices and mistakes he made-- to explain the things he had done and what he was, and then still look them in the eyes? Even worse-- would they still want to? Would they be able to look at him?

God. How could he have let this happen to them?

His eyes wandered aimlessly around his room, a very soft sigh working its way up his chest. He felt like he had come back from the dead. He felt like a ghost. A part of him had already accepted that he would never be back here. Had accepted that he would never see his children ever again. And now here they all were, right here in the same house as him. Only a few floors away.

It didn’t quite feel real yet.

He wanted, more than anything, to get up and go get them this very second. He wanted to gather them all up in his arms like he did when they were babies and pile them up in his bed with him. He wanted to hold them all and fall asleep that way, knowing that they were there and that they were close and that they were okay. He didn’t think he possibly could sleep otherwise.

But he didn’t do that.

He was afraid that if he tried, they wouldn’t want to come with him. And that fear was enough to keep him pinned in place, cold and still, staring blankly up at the ceiling.

He knew they were upset. He could feel that they were upset, and how could he blame them? They were justified. They had every right to be upset, to be angry with him, to hate him, after all he had kept from them! After all the ways he had failed them. He just…

He hadn’t known what else to do.

He still didn’t know what else to do.

This had never been his intention.

---

“Dad--”

“Don’t run in the house,” he replied, not even looking down at his son as he dashed into the kitchen, quite nearly crashing into his leg.

“I wasn’t!” Leo protested, even though he most certainly was, rolling his eyes with a huff. “Dad, I’m gonna be late! Hurry up! Justin and Ben are already waiting for me!”

“Oh, well, if I am going too slowly, I suppose that you can pack your own snacks for camp from now on--”

“Dad!”

“So ungrateful,” he tsked, scooping the last of the vegetables he was slicing up into his son’s bento box, handing it over to the impatient eight-year-old. “There. All the carrot sticks and sugar snap peas that a little turtle could ever ask for,” he teased. A rarely used nickname, but one that sugar peas always made him think of, given how excitedly they would be devoured on the rare occasion he was able to offer some when they were small.

Leo scoffed as he accepted the offering, shoving it into his backpack. “Dad, we’re too old for that game. We don’t play turtles anymore,” he huffed.

Yoshi froze.

“What?”

“We’re not little kids, Dad! We don’t play make-believe anymore!” Leo said matter-of-factly, shooting his dad an absolute withering look. Yoshi floundered for a moment, struggling to find his tongue, which suddenly felt heavy in his mouth, before he finally nodded.

“Yes… of course.”

“I’ll be home later! Tell Donnie not to go in my room or else I’ll know!” Leo yelled over his shoulder as he ran out the door, hopping down the steps to meet his two classmates who were attending the same summer camp, and Justin’s mother, who had kindly offered to walk them to the bus stop each morning. Yoshi watched him go, and he waved, but things felt… far off.

He sat down on the kitchen chair once Leo was gone, and thought about the conversation for quite some time, wondering if he had understood correctly.

After sitting there for about twenty minutes, he eventually got to his feet, shuffling up the stairs to Mikey’s room and knocking gently on the door.

“Yeahhhhhh?”

Yoshi peeked his head in, unsurprised to find his youngest bent over some elaborate arts and crafts project, currently busying himself in taping a pack of construction paper together to create a massive canvas, no doubt for his latest masterpiece. Yoshi sighed very softly through his nose, smiling for just a second as he shuffled his way in.

“What are you working on, my son?”

“‘S gonna be a painting. But I want it to be big!” He explained, throwing his hands out to illustrate. “So I’m making a super big paper to paint on first.”

“Ah, I see. You will have to show me when you are done. I’m sure it’ll be very impressive.”

“Mmm-hmmmm,” Mikey confirmed, quickly returning his attention back to his project, his tongue sticking out from between his lips with his intense focus. Yoshi hesitated for a moment before he spoke again.

“Orange, do you remember… playing turtles?”

“Yeah,” Mikey replied easily. “Why?”

“Well,” he wobbled for a second, choosing his words carefully. “What do you remember?”

“Uhhh,” Mikey tilted his head to the side for a second before he shrugged. “I dunno. It was just a game we used to play. We used to pretend to be turtles and stuff when we were little. We used to play it all the time!” He chirped. “Buuuuut we don’t really play it much anymore. Leo says we’re ‘too old’ for make-believe,” he sighed. “But he still plays Jupiter Jim. He says that’s ‘acting’ and it’s different, but it’s not,” he informed their father, giving him an exasperated look, as if to say, ‘can you believe he would say something like that?’

“... Ah. I see. Thank you, Mikey.”

“Why?” Mikey asked again, and Yoshi swallowed.

“Nothing, no reason! I was just thinking of something else… Also, ah, I wanted to ask you, what do you think about pizza for dinner tonight, my son?”

“YEAH! PIZZA!” Mikey immediately cheered, his face lighting up, and Yoshi inwardly sighed in relief. Pizza for dinner was a small price to pay to put an end to this conversation. After taking a few requests (demands) regarding toppings and which place they should order from, Yoshi was eventually able to escape from his child’s room, closing the door behind him as he made his way back out into the hall.

He slumped against the wall, staring up at the ceiling.

They…

Forgot. He hadn’t ever imagined that they would forget.

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spirit-of-the-westao3 · 1 year

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For context, this drawing was loosely inspired by a small part of Chapter 9, All Roads Lead Home…this moment takes place 75 days after Class died.

75 DAYS AFTER

Leo didn’t really sleep, he kind of just micro napped or took real naps without meaning to. He’d always been an insomniac, but the crumbling world kind of solidified all of it. Sleep meant nightmares, and his life was nightmare enough, so sleeping was not something he liked doing if he could avoid it.

But the way he worked his body, the way he tormented his mind, he had to snap at some point.

He woke with a start, panting as he took in his surroundings, remembering where he was. He was curled up in their bed, he could feel Usagi’s warm chest and belly spooning against his shell. He’d laid down after he choked down his dinner and apparently he was tired enough to pass out…for several hours, if he had to guess.

He began to shift around, considering what work he could find once he got out of bed when he paused- his arms were clutching something to his chest, tight and warm.

When he looked down, he saw a familiar mop of grimy black hair.

His breath hitched as two bright eyes looked back up at him. Casey was hugging Leo with one arm, his cheek squished into his plastron. In the other arm was the stuffed bear that Raph had given him for his first birthday.

Casey gave a shy smile when he saw Leo’s open eyes and whispered up to him. “Mama says it’s okay to be sad, but you can’t stay sad for too long.”

Leo huffed a small puff of air out of his nose, smiling down for the first time in…who knows how long, at the kid attached to him. His eyes watered and he nodded, and then Casey nuzzled into him and closed his eyes.

Leo clamped one of his hands over his mouth, his nails digging into his cheek as he held his breath, trying to silence the sobs in his chest. With his other arm, he held Casey to his chest.

He was so sure that Casey would hate him. That he’d never see the kid smile again, that he’d lost every right and privilege to be a part of his life anymore. And yet, he was clinging to Leo’s plastron like he…like he loved him anyways. Like he’d forgiven Leo already, somehow.

He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve this kid’s affection; he hadn’t earned his love. But…he held Casey anyway. He held him like he was scared he might float away.

He swore then and there to never let him go.

…

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shelltasticday · 2 years

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You know the typical scene where the Hero has to convice you to stay away from the danger, to take shelter or something? That there's no other option or no more argument about it; and then s/o pull from his plaston (chest) and kiss him on the lips, with an explosion in the background. "You better come back." They say firmly, to not cry. Rise! Turtles reaction? Think that It might be their FIRST KISS❣️

What an interesting request, anon!

For this I pictured Leo already being the leader, probably post-movie (dw, no spoilers included). Maybe whatever is going is not as big or intense, but it might be a tad too close to it happening, and so everyone is uneasy about the safety of loved ones. Also tried to make each kiss different and all, hope you enjoy!

The guys getting a ✨dramatic✨ first kiss before heading back to battle

▉ ▉ Raphael ▉ ▉

● It wasn't long after the fight took a turn for the worst that you felt being picked up. And once your brain catches up with that fact, you look up to see Raph is getting you away from the heat of battle in his arms, placing you down in a far enough place so that no enemy would target you. "(y/n), stay here, don't try anything, okay? It's getting more serious than expected and I need ya safe in case that-" You didn't let him finish

● You took advantage since he was leaning down so you'd hear him over the noise, put your hands on his shoulders and pulled him into a harsh kiss. You tried so hard to convey what you felt with it, with how you held onto him with all you had, kind of to convince yourself that you could stop him from going away… but you knew he had to go… he had to, right?

● You parted and looked him in the eye with a stern look, well, with the most stern look you could muster while trembling a bit and fighting back tears, keeping him at your height. Your heart couldn't take something like that again, not again. "You better come back, Raph! Come back safe, okay?"

● Raph on the other hand had the blankest face you've ever seen on him, one could say that you almost could hear the gears inside his head trying to process what just happened. Of everything he had thought could happen, this wasn't one, he didn't even think you could pull him like that ?? His face was red for sure, if his skin wasn't green, it would've matched his bandana…

● "RAPH!" Leo's voice broke the silence between you two, bringing Raphael to his senses. He looked away to where his brothers where fighting, then back at you, and this time, his expression was full of what you recognized as love. In his eyes a look between worry, relief, nervousness, a furrowed brow… and he had a small smile on his lips. It was conflicting, but you could see it, love

● Raph surrounded you once again with his arms, now in a tight hug. "Stay safe, I'll be careful, I promise". He patted your head gently as he heard you choking back a sob… Then he let go. Turning his back to you, he gave you one last big smile over his shoulder, before jumping away to face danger once more

● But now it was different somehow, because his heart wasn't speeding only from the adrenaline, the nervous bubble in his stomach combined with the butterflies… he felt bigger, stronger… like he could smash anything in his path if it means going back home to you. And he would… No, he will

▲▲ Leonardo ▲▲

● Battle is getting harsh and Leo stays behind the team to watch the fight from "outside" to help with his strategies. His eyes go from one side to the other, his mind coming up with ideas as fast as it can, that's when his gaze lands on you, not too far from him, trying to search for something to use as a weapon. Leo now looks back to the battle, then to you, the battle again… No, he couldn't have you risking yourself, not this time

● He rushes to be in front of you, swords ready. "Got this big pipe, it's gotta be of use, right?" you smiled at him, lifting your findings for him to see. "Let's go with the re- Leo?" you stop after meeting his eyes, he had a serious look on him, only then did you notice he stood right where he did to block your way

● "Leo, what-" you started to say but a swing of the sword froze you in place, and a portal opened behind you. "Sorry, (y/n), it's too dangerous for you" Leonardo finally spoke, and if he said something like that… you guess you can't argue much. You look back to the light blue light that will probably take you home or to the lair, you sigh and put the pipe down. However, when you rise, you keep looking down and ball your hands into fists, which worried the turtle "(y/n)?"

● You snapped your head back up, and with a swift movement, grabbed him by the chest and pulled him in for a kiss. You closed your eyes, so you couldn't see his reaction, but you heard the swords dropping to the floor, and felt hands ghosting above your back, as if unsure to hold you or not. When you part, you look at him with furrowed brows. "You better come back! Don't do something stupid, you hear me?"

● Leo tried following your lips but was stopped by your demand. If he's honest, he was feeling nervous about the fight, but his hands shake a bit for a different reason now, he stares at you, speechless for once in his life. What is he supposed to say in a moment like that? He chooses to not reply with words, rather… this time he is the one that pulls you for another one

● His goofy grin grows when he sees you being speechless, though he knows it won't last long so he rushes to say "When I get back, you owe me another!" and with that, he pushes you through the portal, closing it in a flash before anything else could happen. He stood still a second more, feeling the giddiness the kiss brought him, drinking it for a bit just before charging to battle

● He feels a bit more confident now, he has better spirits, victory is the only option if he wants to get his "reward", right? No way he's going to stop at just one though… He dashes through enemies, chiming in with a "Okay, I have something very important to get to, so let's make this quick, shall we?"

▌▌Donatello ▌▌

● You didn't even see him coming, it all happened very quickly. You got a baddie off your back in one hit but suddenly saw yourself surrounded, a circle closing in on you. Thats when Donatello dived in with his flying battle shell to scoop you up. After a few moments, however, you noticed that instead of dropping you back into battle like he sometimes does, you're being taken farer and farer away

● Once far enough, he got you both to land safely, though, before you could ask what was up, Donatello turned around and pressed something on his arm and talked into it. "Shelldon, I need you to come and take (y/n) to the lair, quickly!", you think you heard the robot responding but it was cut short with a beep that ended communication

● He spoke again, this time to you. "I need you to stay here and get back with Shelldon. Everything at the lair is ready for security, in case that-"… he couldn't get himself to say more. "Donnie?". He was moving away but you followed his steps. He wasn't speaking much, but the tone he used and the way you could see the tension in his body, you could guess he was remembering the Kraang incident.

● "Okay, I'll go" you said in a softer voice, and you saw how his shoulders dropped for a moment. You wanted to do something, it's such bad timing for it but you too didn't want to take risks you'd regret… You got closer, standing by his side, looking at the fight down and far below. A glint of purple in the sky got your atenttion and you knew right there that you didn't have much time

● You turned to look at him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Donnie, can you look at me one second?" you asked, feeling your heart beating so hard you were sure he could hear it. When he complied, you used the hand on his shoulder to pull him closer, you hesitated a bit, just enough to catch his surprised eyes staring at you before you finished what you started and landed a gentle kiss on his lips

● It was quick, although you almost felt like time stopped for that moment alone. When you parted, Donatello had such a confused look that it made you giggle. "Please come back safe" you said, now you being the one walking away, since Shelldon had arrived a few seconds before and you made your way to him. "See you at the lair!" was the last thing Donatello heard before you were whisked away

● If anybody else had been there, they would've seen how Donnie was babbling, not getting past "I- uh- uh-", finally putting a hand to his lips, did he just- no, did you just-? A moment of pause… And then, a giddy explosion, Donatello would absolutely give himself a moment to celebrate he got his first kiss, he "rides the feeling" as he says. A moment later he charges right back into battle, with new determination and something to rub in his brother's faces tell his dearest brothers once they're done with it all

⬤⬤ Mikey ⬤⬤

● Things were getting out of control, it was too much for you to handle you assessed. You mentally prepared for a hard battle when an enemy jumped at you, bracing yourself for impact you prepared what you had in your hands to strike back but, a glowing chain got to the baddie before you did

● "(y/n), you okay?" the youngest turtle asked, landing next to you and checking quickly if you had any injuries. You nodded. "Yes, thank you, Mikey! For a second I thought I was done for" you joked lightly but perhaps it wasn't a good moment for that you noticed, because his expression changed quickly to a sad and worried one

● "I'm sorry, I was joking…" but it fell on deaf ears, Mikey had already worked his chains to wrap somewhere high and you thought he'd leave you there. But no. He quickly took you by the waist, and you two went swinging fast from one point to another, until the noise of the fight was distant, only then did he let go of you

● "Listen, (y/n), you gotta stay away, okay? It's not safe for you" he spoke with his hands, moving his arms up and down indicating you to stay put. "Do I have a say in this?" you asked, crossing your arms, you could help even if just a bit… right? "Not at all, nuh-uh" he concluded shaking his head and mimicking your body language. "I've seen unsafe and trust me it is"

● You sigh. Okay, you can stay back and away, but that won't get rid of your nerves, of your worries. At least if you were there you could keep an eye on him and know he was okay, but now you wouldn't know, you wouldn't be sure until it was over, truly over… "Mikey, I need to give you something before you go" you said, getting his full atenttion. What could it be?

● You got closer, quickly slapped your hands on his face, squishing his cheeks a bit, and pulled him in for a kiss. It was a bit quick and probably not the best, but hey, you did what you could with the little to no experience you had. You parted to see Mikey's eyes were wide open, you kept him close and said "You better come back safe, Michelangelo!" You let go of him and a wide grin spread on his lips, full of giggles as he rubbed the back of his neck. Oh wow, that was- that was… great!

● He hugged you happily, allowing you two to forget the situation at hand for a second. Then, he nodded to reassure you. He got ready to jump away… oh wait, just one more thing. "Can I have another one to go?" he asks. You roll your eyes but comply, giving him a quick peck and earning a new burst of giggles. "Thanks, see ya soon, (y/n)!" and off he went swinging back to fight with all he got. As you watch him go, you swore you heard a loud and cheerful "WOOHOOO!"

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beetleviolet · 25 days

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So uh... anyone remember this post? About rottmnt Raph and Leo post invasion?

@midwesternvibes i did it.

I didn't go super deep into it because like. What do you even do in that situation lmao. And I'm not sure I did the idea justice. Idk. Might do another draft before I post it on ao3. Super proud of all my metaphors and shit tho.

(Tw: PTSD, panic attacks, crying, negative self talk, suicidal thoughts (kind of?? Blink and you'll miss it. Its a hyperbole anyway but better safe then sorry))

meteor shower (quick, take cover)

The worst part about it was that Raph had seen it coming.

They were all jumpy. Trigger-sad and still pulling themselves back together. The crashing of pots as they spilled out of the cupboard, and everyone in the kitchen jumped out of their skin. Leo flinched a second time as Raph landed from his (admittedly embarrassing) hop. His little brother's breath hitched and hitched and he ducked his head to the floor, staring staring staring. His cane clattered to the floor.

“Oh buddy…” Raph dropped his voice soft. Leo's eyes locked onto him. He stumbled, arm reaching blindly behind to find its grip on the counter. He fell, frame shaking. His eyes didn't leave Raph's, Raph's right eye, droning up and down his arm. Hitch, hitch, hitch hitch hitch.

Raph took a step forward. And Leo-

Leo

Leo raised his arms, taking himself to the floor without the support. He ducked his head, limbs already starting to retreat into his shell. And Leo looked up at him, eyes big and shaking and welled up tears and and and

Beside him, Mikey unfroze, bounding forward before Raph could stop him.

“Mike, I don't think-” He trailed off as Leo peaked up, reaching for Mikey with unrestrained sobs. He held his little brother close, only looking up to watch Raph. Again, their eyes locked.

Terror. Panic. Horror. Fear. The hitch hitch hitch when Raph raised a hand. So he stepped back instead. Back and back and back until he was running out of their kitchen, glancing over his shoulder in time to see Leo relax, just a little. Just enough.

Raph punched his wall. His wall, this time. Not Leo's or Leo or anything else. He breathed, hard eyes roaming and landing on a pile of stuffies by his pillow.

He'd like to say he did anything else, but Raph fell into bed, held a stuffed cat tight to his chest, and cried.

The plushie's name was Kitty-Kitty. Once, when they were really little, Leo tore her arm off in a fit of rage and safety scissors. Raph cried and then Leo cried and then Mikey cried, overwhelmed with it all. Leo sewed the arm back on and even added a little heart on her sleeve. The clumsy stitches had long since fallen out, but Raph had sewn them back year after year and kept it and held it close, tight to his chest as he cried like a child. He cried and he cried. It seemed the world was constantly finding new and creative ways to break his heart. (Or maybe not so creative because)

(Well)

(He'd seen it all coming)

Raph let himself drown, let himself toss and turn and wallow in the salty leftovers on his cheeks. Like a beached whale, he let himself wallow, just a bit.

Donnie once said that dead whales could explode. Maybe Raph would explode. He wished he would, just a little, if only so he wouldn't have to get back up and see that look in Leo's eyes ever again. Ever, ever again.

But he would, wouldn't he? The next panic attack, the next mission gone awry, the next the next the next… It kept going and going. The next… what if Raph got weird again? Leo had always been the best at calming him down, bringing him back. What if Leo couldn't do it? Got too scared, was hurt too bad? Decided that it just. Wasn't worth it.

Raoh let another wave of tears wash over him. Usually after a good cry he felt cleaned out, hollowed chest and burning nostrils, insides sanded and painted with white wash, fresh and new. Maybe it was just a bad cry, because he still felt all stuffed and overwhelmed and big and heavy and gross, insides all slime and goo and and and

Raph picked up that train of thought, dragged it through his mind palace, and threw it in the moat.

He took stock.

Raph was tired. His nostrils burned and any emotion was still a messy, unnamable blarehorn, though his eyes had nothing left to produce but the liquid ache that flowed like a lava lamp behind them.

Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock

That was Leo's knock. Raph tensed. Leo's knock was usually accompanied by a greeting or a yell or the sound of something breaking. It was odd to just…hear the knocks, all hesitant and lonely.

“You there, big guy?” There it was. Leo's voice was still gravelly from earlier, still a little quiet. Raph's heart clenched. He stacked his courage and spoke,

“Hi.” Wow. Nice one, Raphie.

“Hey.” Leo was close to the door. Raph could imagine him, shell against the wall, his arms crossed and head tilted back so he could speak without having to face the quiet subway car, a new dent on its side.

Maybe he had his forehead up against the cold metal of the sliding door, condensation decorating its surface, staring at the floor. Staring, staring, just a little.

Or maybe he was just standing there like normal. Raph doubted it, somehow.

“Listen, Raph, I..” His voice broke, a lightning strike down the middle. Lightning actually does hit the same place twice, Raph remembered Donnie explaining, more likely to, even. “I'm so sorry.”

“‘s not your fault.” His voice was a twin wobble. Leo chuckled,

“Heh, snot…” Raph felt his mouth twitch up.

“...do you wanna come in?” He asked, trying to keep his voice from being all nervous and weird. Like Raph was anything but nervous and weird. Super weird.

Leo didn't answer, but Raph heard the jerk of the handle and the door slid open. And…

Post-panic attack Leo always made Raph want to scoop his brother up in his arms and never let him go. With red eyes, shaky and distant, quiet breaths before a quick deep one, like he suddenly remembered how. Everything about him was… dialed down. Like he was too tired to keep his brightness up all the way.

It's not that he wanted Leo to pretend he was okay, but reminders that he wasn't hurt too. And Raph couldn't scoop his brother up and never let him go. Besides the obvious impracticality, he would just make everything worse.

But his palms turned up without him meaning too, and Leo stumbled forward and wrapped his arms around Raph's neck. Not too tight, just there. Secure. Raph's hand hovered over his brother's shell, not daring to brush the cracks, almost trembling at the thought of falling anywhere near Leo's throat. So small. Leo was larger than life, but Raph's little brother was so, so small.

“This is lame,” Leo whined, “Hug me!”

“You sure?” He asked. Whispered. Leo grumbled, tucking further into Raph's chest.

“It was the Krang, not you.” Raph took a breath, a little shudder,

“Then it was your brain juice, and not you.” Leo didn't answer for one beat, two, three,

“Then hug me, stupid.”

“Aye, watch it!” But Leo didn't so much as flinch as Raph's arms wrapped around him, held him close. They breathed for a bit. It was the Krang, not you. Not you. Not Raph.

Raph pressed his head down, tension whirlpooling down the drain. It was a little odd, wasn't it? Because, well,

He hadn't seen this coming.

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 29 days

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I saw back to the sewers added in the masterlist and I just HAD TO make a request!

Can I request Leo having a rough yet emotion filled night with his S/O once he returns from the future? Maybe he even talks about the family had made there

Back From The Future (Angst/Fluff)

BTTS!Leonardo x reader

A/N: I thought this idea was cute, and I hope that this is somewhat what you were looking for💙

Warnings: Emotions, øh?

The moment you learned that your boyfriend had returned, after having disappeared a year ago, you sprinted to the lair. You hadn’t even tied your shoes, your coat just hanging on by your shoulders as you ran down the street and through the cold night, running straight for Central Park, heading directly for the lair, tears pushing at the back of your eyes.

The moment you saw Leo in the lair, you pushed past whoever stood in your way and threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around him as you pulled him in for a hug. Leo’s arms found you immediately, holding you as close as possible. So close, as if his life depended on it, burying his face against your neck. Oh, how he had missed you. A whole year. And every single day, he had been thinking about you. Missing you. Hoping to see you one day again.

At this point you could not hold back your tears any longer. Your shoulders shaking as you sobbed, burying your face against his plastron. Leo could not hold his emotions back either, taking in shaky breaths as he tried to calm himself down, but to no avail. He finally had you in his arms again, a feeling so great that he could not hold back the tears, crying against your shoulder as he held you close, neither of you ever wanting to let go again.

That night you stayed in the lair, just like you used to do, before Leo and his family disappeared. It was now that Leo had the time to explain to you what had happened. Between softs hugs and kisses, along with sudden tearful outburst of emotions, Leo told you where he had been for the past year. Or when, to be exact. When he first told you that he had traveled in time, you did not believe him. You almost questioned him, wanting to know why he wouldn’t tell you the truth, but then you realized, Leo had never lied to you. Leo would never lie to you. And by the way he was holding you, and the way he was looking at you, you knew he was telling the truth. Your boyfriend and his family had been around a 100 years into the future, unable to get back, spending a year in the far future. And boy, did Leo had much to tell you about.

That evening, Donnie worked tirelessly with the help of April and Sterling, in order to get a lab up and working as fast as possible, while Mikey, Raph and Casey stood around, watching them work. While that was going on, you and Leo were tangled up in his room, staying in his bed for hours, just talking, enjoying each other’s company, and expressing strong motions.

For the first few moments, neither you or Leo spoke. Instead he laid with his face buried against the crock of your neck, his arms tightly around, as in fear that you would disappear if he let go. At times both you and him would suddenly begin sobbing, followed by the words of how much you had missed each other. Once your tears had stopped falling, you would engage in small tender kisses, followed by more silent hugging, feeling the warmth and comfort of each other’s presence.

As time went on, you and Leo would slowly loosen up. Your arms weren’t as tightly wrapped around each other as before, instead just loosely draped over each other, letting you create some space, so that you could look at each other.

With your head resting on Leo’s strong arm, you listened as he talked about the things he had experienced in the future, all while his other hand smoothed over your arm, his fingers tracing small shapes as he spoke. At one point you grabbed a soft hold of his hand, entwining your fingers, your thumb stroking the side of his knuckle. How you had missed the feeling of his hand in yours.

“Are you going to miss him?”, you asked after Leo had spoken about Cody.

“Of course I’ll miss him”, Leo said, looking down at your entwined fingers with a soft smile. “He’s a sweet kid. He learned quickly and has a very bright mind. It will be strange not being able to talk to him anymore”. Leo let go of your hand, in order to wrap his arm around you once more, pulling you close so that your face was mere inches from his. “But as much as I’m going to miss him, I’m just glad to be home”. Leo pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling you in for another tight hug, resting head against your shoulder. “I’ve missed you so much, (Y/N). You have no idea how often I thought about you. There were times I couldn’t sleep, just thinking about you”.

“I know, Leo”, you whispered, your voice shaking as you felt your throat closing in once more as you spoke, your arms wrapping under his, holding on to his shoulder. “I’ve missed you too. Every single day, I’ve been thinking about you. But now I’m just glad that you’re back”.

And so, the rest of the night, you and Leo stayed wrapped up in each other’s arms, trying to catch up on the time spent apart. Talking about what else he and his family had been up to in the far future, along how you had managed to spend your time. But none of it could compare to the feeling of finally having your boyfriend back in your arms. After a whole year, you were finally able to be together again.

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 2 years

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The Rise Movie was amazing. Can we have some headcanon or scenes of s/o being the one who manage to send Krang and thenself into the prison dimension? How would each turtle react. Bonus: s/o is rescued, of course

Rottmnt movie spoilers below

A/n:bro I Cryed when leo went into the prison dimension and when mukey died man the movie did a number in me. Thank you for requesting

Summary: I instead of leo going in the prison dimension it was you

Version: rise

Leonardo

He cryed

He couldn't believe you did that

And he didn't want to believe it

When he seen mikey opening a portal with his hands he rushed over

Like of his brothers he was encouraging mikey

And of course helping without realizing

When he seen you he didn't hesitate to get you

He seen how you were unconscious and panicked

He wouldn't set you done and just held you close

Donnie confirmed that you were alive but seriously injured

Do leo was glad you were alive for the most part

But he definitely yelled at you out of worried and sadness

He was scared to lose you so you definitely heard it when you woke up

Michelangelo

He was also crying he didn't believe what he heard

But he knew it was true

Do when he tried to open the portal he used everything in his power to do so

And with the help of his brothers he successfully opened the Portal and got you

Yes he held you but he did put you down after a Minute or two

He was crying heavily

Donnie told Mikey you were alive snd you'll make it

Just badly Injured mikey let out a happy sob

He didn't leave your side until you woke up when you did he didn't yell

He didn't say anything he just jumped in your arms and cryed

Raphael

He was shocked and didn't move

He didn't look up until he heard mikey groan and yell

When he looked over he didn't expect mikey to me making a portal

Raph quickly rushed to his side

And helped without realizing

He quickly pulled you out of the spave prison and held you close

He was quietly holding you

Yes he was crying but he was doing it silently

Something he taught himself to do

He could Tell you were alive so he didn't have Donnie tell him

But everyone could tell raph wasn't going to leave your side until your woke up and healed

And he did just that

When you did wake he just grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze

Donatello

He figured someone was going to do it but not you

He couldn't believe what he was hearing

Casey and leo had made it to the island right as mikey started to open the portal

Casey didn't notice he was just crying on his hands and knees

But Donnie notice and was quickly by his brothers side

He also quickly pulled you out but he didn't hold you

He layed you down and examined you making sure you were okay

When he figured out you were seriously injured but okay he rested his head in your stomach

He cryed doing so

And just like his brothers he didn't leave your side until you woke up

And when you did Donnie was crying while staring at your face

He didn't jump on you or hold your hand

Just smiled that let you know he was glad you were okay

A/n:sorry if this took awhile I have quite a bit of drafts at the moment. I hoped you enjoyed

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caseylicious · 2 years

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Hi hi! I’m here to request a scenario with the rottmnt boys that have an s/o who has trypanophobia and is injured to a degree that requires stitches but they are denying that treatment cause they are scared

mostly looking for it to be something like angst/comfort but other then that you can do whatever! ˊᗜˋ

The Healing Process.

Summary: Reader has trypanophobia (fear of needles), and has an injury which requires stitches. How do the brothers help them overcome this fear?

Characters: Leo, Raph, Mikey, and Donnie.

Reader: GENDER NEUTRAL (since it wasn't specified.)

Relationship: Romantic! (Established Relationship)

Warnings: Involvement of needles, blood, Mikey being sad, Hurt/Comfort-ish.. though it has fluff aspects as well.

Words: 3376

A/N: Thank you for requesting! It did take me a while to think about what to type since I don't have the fear myself. It brings some awareness to the fear though. I also had the feeling to make Mikey's just a tad more angsty than the others. Because honestly my boy needs that special pass too!

THE PLOT IS KINDA WACK... I GOT TIRED....

As always! Please, Enjoy 💐

[ If you have any constructive criticism or corrections for any of my English do let me know! :) ]

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You kept to yourself about your fear of needles from most people. You didn't want to be made fun of. For a simple phobia you had. Your boyfriend knew of this fear, due to opening up to him. You gave it no thought though. There was no real possibility you would end up in a hospital. You never believed that you could ever end up in a situation which required stitches. You were always aware of what you were doing, and most of the possible outcomes if you gotten hurt.

You imagined yourself with a simple bruise, a small cut. Nothing too serious. That was until you suddenly were thrown out of a window by a villain. Glass cutting your arm, you were in immediate pain.

Luckily the enemy was defeated by the Mad Dogs. April ran to you inspecting your wound. As she tried touching your arm; you cried in pain. Telling her to stop, you were scared of what was to come. Your boyfriend coming to your aid, rushed you to the lair for Donnie's treatment.

After a couple weeks of rest, Donnie said you were near-ready to be released. Saying that you now only needed stiches. And with that news, you denied the treatment. No matter how Donnie tried convincing you. You were terrified of the thought... So he called in your boyfriend, who explained the situation.

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💙 Leo

At first, He was confused why you refused his brother's treatment.

That was, until Donnie told him that it was you needing stiches.

You brought up the conversation when you and him were talking about relationship boundaries.

He had nothing to say about it, it was your fear! He's scared of things as well.

Like you, he didn't expect you to get any injury which required stiches.

That was until he witnessed you get thrown out of your apartment down to the New York road.

Saved just intime by a portal, he listened to yours sobs of fear of near-death.

After some weeks of rest, and bandages... You were getting better. Mentally and physically...

Before he heard your scream of terror as Donnie held a needle and thread in his gloved hand.

You needed a distraction, and he knew just how to do it.

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Your body trembled as your eyes viewed Donnie's left hand. He was holding the very thing you feared, a needle. Usually for most people, they can go through situations such as this. And you were ashamed of being afraid of such small things.

Leo quickly rushed to Donnie's room, seeing your frightened face. "D- Donnie what happened?" He sat next to you, grabbing hold of your free hand gently. Donnie groaned, leaning back in his own chair. Leo could feel your hand shake. He rubbed small circles, hoping it'd calm you down. And it did, until Donnie revealed what he had to do. "Y/N is refusing the last part of their treatment."

Leo having a confused look on his face, he comes to realize; that the last part of your treatment were stiches. "Hey Don— isn't there like some... I dunno. Smart way of not doing stiches?" Donnie gave it some thought and consideration, before sighing in defeat. "Unless they want a permanent scar on their arm, they have to get the stiches."

You certainly didn't want any scars. Especially on your exposed skin. But you hated needles... Maybe this once. You can handle the treatment. In a shaky voice you spoke, "I'll take the.. s- stiches." Donnie nodded to your choice, rolling his chair closer to you. Preparing his needle; you looked away into your boyfriend's plastron. He frowned seeing you act like this, until he decided to distract you a little.

"Have I ever told you how D almost destroyed New York because of a video game?" Opening your tightly shut eyes, you looked up at him curiously. "I'm sorry, but did you say video game?" He nodded with his cheeky smile. "Uhh, yeah! What was it again? Pinky game?" Donnie's brows furrowed, embarrassed and annoyed of his brothers' shenanigans. Leo's attempts at cheering you up were amusing. Amusing enough, for you to relax your shoulders. This was the very reason why you loved Leo. He was funny, relatable, sweet, and overall someone you loved being around.

"I think you mean Purple Game... I saw some billboards of it." Leo smirked, massaging your hand. "Well, because of that game he almost destroyed New York with a giant robot..." You chuckled. "Like those Japanese Hero Movies?" He thought for a minute before coming up with an answer. "Yeah Babe. Like a Japanese Hero movie!"

You remembered when you chose to read some comics with Leo. It was the day he vaguely told you; that he loved you. You were sitting in his room which he, quote on quote says: "Is the best room out of all of them!" You believed him at first, before realizing later on Splinter slept above him. The memory made you giggle, covering your mouth slightly. He raised an eyebrow looking deeper into your eyes. "Well, what's got you laughing all of a sudden babe?" You grinned even more, staring into his eyes. "Nothing.. just the thought of you." "Oh? The thought of me you say? What was it about?" You rolled your eyes. About to say what on earth you thought of, before a quick "Finished." was heard. Confused, you turned your head down to your arm. The treatment was done! "I- that didn't even hurt!"

"Obviously. My brothers' nonsense kept your brain busy." He placed away the needle into a tin which he would sanitize at a later date. "Be careful next time, and try staying behind when we go on missions. We don't want that to open up." You nodded your head, placing your focus on your boyfriend. "Thank you..."

He chuckled, planting a kiss on your free hand. "You're welcome."

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❤️ Raph

Raph thought your injury would end up worse, when he saw your body get thrown out of that window.

It was only a slim chance of luck you didn't break any of your bones, thankfully.

But even with such luck, he was frustrated that he didn't prevent it from happening.

He could've grabbed you away from the blow.

He could've switched places with you.

He could've not brought you in the first place...

And now he has to face the consequences. Stiches...

Not for him, but for you. And he felt terrible, knowing your fear of needles.

He gets it! He's afraid of being alone. He would take needles around you seriously.

Honestly, Raph would cry with you. Just to how much he hated seeing you cry.

Mental Raph came up with an idea to cheer you up.

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"No! D- donnie. I don't want stiches!" He sighed, backing away from you. "Y/N, you understand that you can either wait a month for that to scar your body or take the stiches." Raph walked through the room after he got a text from his younger brother. About you specifically. "Donnie, I'm here what's happening?-" You could hear Donnie sigh with relief. "Thank goodness you're here. Your partner here is rejecting my assistance." Raph placed his focus onto you. Your face showed pure terror, you were trying hard not to cry. It hurt him deeply.

"Hey.. Don can you give us some space?" His brother glancing back to you, nodded. Walking out of his room, closing the door. That's when you absolutely broke down into a sob. Covering your face with your free hand. You were ashamed of how scared you were of something that was going to help you. Raph sat down next to you, wrapping his arms around you. "Hey... no ones' gonna get mad at ya. If you don't want the stiches." Your sobs were muffled in his plastron.

You knew that nobody was going to make fun of you for the fear. Donnie was just worried about your injury, and everyone else was too. "I- i know... it's just..." You wanted to say how you felt. But you just didn't know what to say. Too many emotions were present, and you didn't know how to handle it.

Raph nodded, "You don't have to say anything, y'know? I just want you to feel safe." You listened to your boyfriend, as he comforted you. "Just take deep breaths, in and out... like you taught me. Remember?" Oh, that's right...

A flashback begins to when "Savage Raph" was present. You got a text from Donnie that your boyfriend went missing. In the sewers. Now at first, you tried thinking of ways Raph possibly could've gotten spit up from the others. But as you walked to the sewer manhole, you began to realize how important this situation was. You knew your boyfriend couldn't handle being by himself.

Especially in the sewers out of all places. Donnie said it himself, "The Sewers are a labyrinth to tamper with!" You couldn't imagine yourself stuck in a maze. By yourself out of all things...

When you joined the others on the chase of Raph, you worried that he'd destroy something. Not because of the destruction, but because of the thought of him handling his emotions and fear in an unhealthy way. The moment you found Savage Raph, you spoke to him. Telling him that everything is okay. That he didn't need to be afraid. You told him you'd always be there for him, no matter the situation. In a hug like right now, you told him to breathe in and out. Resulting in Raph to calm down and return back to normal. So, like Raph; you began to control your breathing. Listening to Raph's heartbeat, you felt your heart feel all mushy and gushy. You weren't alone. He was here. You pulled your face away from his chest, feeling brave. "I'm ready for the stiches." He nodded, smiling back at you. "There's the Y/N I know." Raph then called Donnie back inside, telling him you were ready. Surprised, he agreed and continued the treatment. You were surprised to find out that it didn't hurt! After Donnie finished, you covered Raph's face in small kisses. Leaving him a red mess.

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🧡 Mikey

He completely understood your fear of needles. While he may be one of The Mad Dogs, he is scared of things too! Such as ghosts and the dark.

But he promised you he'd keep you completely safe. He was Michelangelo! The fearless orange turtle.

With some hugs and kisses on your cheek, you told him that he was indeed: "The Fearless Orange Turtle."

He believed that you wouldn't get too hurt. As long as he was careful bringing you along in his missions.

His beliefs immediately changed as he felt your hand pull away from his.

He watched as your body fell through the window and his body moved without command.

He jumped out of that building, using his weapon to catch you from certain doom.

Ever since that day, he hasn't ever felt so disappointed in himself.

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Mikey has had nightmares which scared him. Bad nightmares, realities where he didn't catch you in time. Nightmares where you died. He always woke up, running to Donnie's room. Waking up you and Donnie almost immediately. "Mikey, What happened?" He always stared at your face for a good minute, before calming down. "Babe...?" You were always concerned whenever he barged in. Was it some sort of traumatic response? "..Nothing. Just.. thought I heard something was all..." Mikey always scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. You knew he couldn't stop thinking about that night, and you couldn't blame him. You as well couldn't stop thinking about that incident. The night where you got caught in the crossfire of attacks.

You could've died.

You never knew really, what Mikey was thinking about each time he saw your face. But you just knew it wasn't good for him...

The moment you saw Donnie mark on his calendar that you could be released, made you and Mikey very happy. You could finally get out of bed and he could finally hug you again! That was until Donnie told you all you needed now were stiches. It took you both by surprise, in almost a blink of an eye... fear filled your body.

"W- what do you mean stiches?" Your grip on Mikey's hand tightened. He could feel your hand shake a little. "It's a quick treatment. Do not fret worry Y/N! You're lucky that it is I, who is doing this for you." He waited for you to chuckle, but your focus was on the needle in his hand. Mikey felt bad, kneeling a little to look at you. "..Hey Y/N, it'll be alright! D- donald always takes good care of his patients." His voice broke a little. Which confused you to a degree where your fear almost was replaced with concern. "And he isn't the only doctor here! Doctor Positive is right here with you!" And almost immediately, he kissed your cheek. Which did comfort you.

Mikey pat your head once, moving your hair behind your ear. You took a deep breathe in. "Donnie, I'm ready." The older brother got started on your arm, and you didn't feel a single thing. You and Mikey thanked him and he waved you off. This would be the end of Mikey's part, but you just felt something was off with your boyfriend.

"Hey.. sweetheart?" You called for him and he turned his head around in response. "Oh? Yes Y/N? What is it?-" Suddenly you hugged him. And just like that, Mikey began to tremble. "Are you okay?.." you asked with a low voice. You could feel Mikey try to figure out what to say. But you had a good idea of what was going through his head. "I was scared too.. but I'm here now. I'm okay."

"B- but Y/N... it's my fault you got hurt!" He looked down at you, tears in the corners of his eyes. "Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault Mikey... I'm here, I'm alive." Drip. Drip.

You felt your boyfriends' tears fall onto your forehead. You could only imagine the amount of guilt he must've felt. He hugged you back tightly, as you began to cry as well. You both needed each other, and that's why you both belonged to each other...

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💜 Donnie

Donnie was a bit confused on why you'd be afraid of needles out of all things. They were just so small, so dainty!

Now don't take this the wrong way, he just doesn't see your fear in a logical sense.

He does acknowledge it though. Making sure whenever you were around no needles could be seen.

He reassured you that there was no possibility of you ever being harmed by a needle.

It was only a few weeks later that he watched as your body was thrown out.

He hasn't had flown on his "jetpack-like" battle shell that fast in a long time...

It must've been a bad fall, because as the enemy threw a stone into the propellers of the battle shell; it malfunctioned.

Causing you both to fall, breaking Donnie's protective shell while protecting you.

He miscalculated the possibilities of you being harmed like this. How could he let a small mistake slide like this?

Now, you were in bed as Donnie checked over you constantly.

He wasn't going to let another mistake happen again.

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You were suddenly woken up by a cold hand. You shivered, opening your eyes to meet Donnie's. He was hesitant on what to do, but he always somehow looked like he knew what he was doing...

"Have I woken you? I apologize.." You only scanned his face, happy to always see his purple bandana-self. "Well.. yes. You did, but I'm glad to wake up seeing you.." You smiled gently towards him as you began to sit up. He placed his hand on your back, supporting your weight. "Thanks... mm." You slowly moved your bandaged hand onto the railing of the bed. Your boyfriend inspected your arm carefully and with care.

Many things were going through Donnie's head, and you could hear him mumble logic to himself. It was sad, honestly. However you didn't want to see your boyfriend frown. So you tried to make him feel better. "Hmm.. Y'know I love you right?" He lifted his head up immediately looking at you. A blush covered his cheeks, as he looked back down to your arm. "I love you as well..." This cheered you up yourself, however he spoke again. "Your wound looks healed enough, we can take off the bandages." He watched as you smiled excitedly, waiting for him to unwrap the bandages. But he didn't. You sensed that he wasn't telling you something so you asked, "What's wrong, D?" He frowned, pushing his chair back. "Hun?" You frowned, holding his hand with your free one. As he looked back at you, trying to stay as professional as possible. "We'll have to stich your arm.. if you want your arm to completely heal."

Tension filled the room, as you moved your head to the side to have a view on his table. And he was right. There was a needle with string, and some spray which would numb your arm. You gripped onto the railing of your bed a little, scared. "..D- do I have too?" You didn't want to overstimulate his thinking process with your fear, but he shook his head. "You don't have to. We can wait a little longer for the skin to grow back. However it'll create a scar on you." You considered this option for a couple minutes, before realizing how hurt Donnie could feel.

If he had to see how a misstep in his thinking, caused you to get hurt. He wouldn't forgive himself. You didn't want that... and Donnie could see your consideration on both options. He could see that you didn't want to hurt him...

After thinking out a solution he grabs hold of your free hand. "..Hey. I'll show you what'll happen. How about that?" If he were to show you what would happen, revealing to you that it wasn't as bad as you thought. Then maybe you'd feel less scared of saying what you wanted. You nodded your head, curious on what would happen.

He grabbed a plastic arm, supposedly representing human skin. It grossed you out, but you paid more attention to his demonstration.

"So, first I'll use this spray." He picked up the bottle behind him, showing you the front and back. You looked at the label seeing it was legit. "And I'll spray it onto your skin..." You watched as your boyfriend sprayed the plastic arm two times. "This will make your arm feel a little fuzzy, resulting in you not feeling my touch." He grabbed a separate needle. "After I do that, I'll get.. my tool ready." You watched as his dark green hands, handle the plastic arm with the needle in hand. "And begin stitching, you see Y/N. Because of the numbing spray, you won't feel the instrument hit your skin. And you won't even have to see. I can place a blindfold on you, or place a stress ball in your hand."

You nodded your head again to the information. This helped, a lot! Somehow his demonstration relaxed your mind. Knowing what was to come to your procedure. "Yeah, can I have a stress ball?" He smiled, grabbing a purple ball. Placing it on your palm. He threw away the needle he used for the demonstration, getting another one. Donnie looked up at you. "Ready?"

You took a deep breathe, "Ready." And then the demonstration happened on you. The numbing spray felt cold and you shivered a bit to it. But that's pretty much what distracted you from the needle. The stress ball helped control your fear too!

"And... done. How do you feel Y/N?" He glanced to you, wishing to know your feedback.

"Hmm.. Lucky to have the smartest boyfriend in the world." You rubbed your hand to his cheek. As embarrassed he was, he held your hand nuzzling his head into your hand like putty. "I love you..."

You smiled, "I love you too."

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