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Hallo! I saw your requests were open and I've been loving your works!
I was hoping you could write Raph reacting/learning about his s/o's insecurity about their own physical strength and fighting prowess?
They're not blind, they're aware how much Raphael admires those who can put up a good fight, but try as they might its never enough to feel worthy of his affections. To the point they begin distancing believing he's better of with someone stronger
(I imagined 2003, 2012, or bayverse fit the best if that's alright. Dealer's choice!)
Hello, Anon! Thank you so much for the incredibly sweet words. It means the absolute world to me that you're loving my works! đđ For this one-shot, I'm going to choose Bay! Raph.
Heavy hands, gentle hold
Bay!Raph x GN reader
Living alongside the mutant turtle makes you acutely aware of your own fragile human limits. Knowing how much Raphael respects strength, you push yourself to the breaking point in the training room, only to feel utterly unworthy of him. When the insecurity drives you to quietly distance yourself from the relationship, Raph forces a confrontation that changes everything
The heavy gym equipment Donnie had dragged from topside into the lair was built for giants. Hanging in the corner of the training area, the massive bag of dense, thick leather was meant to withstand the crushing blows of mutant turtles. To you, it felt like an unyielding brick wall. You threw another right hook, your knuckles throbbing beneath the tightly wrapped sports tape and radiating a sharp, hot ache straight up your forearm. Gasping for breath, sweat-soaked hair clinging to your forehead, you bounced on your toes to force your exhausted body through one more combination.
As you pushed through the pain, Raphâs voice echoed in your mind from a conversation days ago. âDid ya see the way that guy took a pipe to the face and kept swinging? Beautiful.â He always talked like that, admiring the brawlers and the fighters who could throw down in the dirt and match his terrifying pace. And then there was you: human, bruised, and utterly broken after a meager forty-five minutes of basic conditioning. Your next left jab was sloppy, sending your foot slipping on the slick concrete floor and throwing you completely off balance. You tumbled forward and collided heavily with the canvas bag, which barely swayed under your weight, instantly absorbing your momentum and sending you backward onto your hands and knees.
A choked, frustrated sob escaped your throat as you stared down at your trembling, taped hands. Your skin was raw, your knuckles were bleeding beneath the adhesive, and your muscles burned with a profound, hollow weakness. The realization felt like a physical weight crushing your chestâno matter how many hours you spent down here, no matter how hard you pushed your fragile body, you would never belong in the world he lived in. You couldn't protect his shell. You couldn't even dent his equipment. You were just a fragile, soft target in a world full of monsters and weapons, a permanent liability he would have to constantly shield from the shadows. The sheer inadequacy felt like poison in your veins, making you feel entirely unworthy of the space you occupied in his life.
"You're gonna break your wrists actin' like that."
The deep, gravelly vibration cut through the humid air of the gym, making you flinch as your head snapped up to find Raphael leaning against the rusted iron pillar near the entrance. The turtle in red was an absolute mountainâsix feet and eight inches of solid green muscle covered in jagged battle scars, with a tattered red bandana tied tightly over his brow. His massive, three-fingered hands were tucked into the leather straps of his gear, his golden-brown eyes locked onto you with an unreadable intensity.
"I'm fine," you muttered, quickly wiping your face with the back of your wrist to hide the tears as you tried to push yourself up, but your exhausted thighs trembled so badly that you began to sway.
In a split second, the concrete floor vibrated as Raph crossed the distance between you in two heavy, explosive strides. Before you could even blink, his massive handsâeach one easily the size of your entire torsoâcaught you by the waist, effortlessly lifting you off the ground to set you gently on a nearby equipment crate. He didn't step back, staying right in your space and looming over you like a protective fortress as he rumbled, "Don't give me that 'I'm fine' junk. You've been dodgin' me. You don't sit next to me on the couch, you look at the floor when I try to kiss ya, and now you're down here tryin' to murder a piece of leather at two in the mornin'. Talk to me."
"It's nothing, Raph. Just go back to bed," you whispered, wrapping your arms around yourself to make your small frame look even smaller, desperately trying to shrink away from his piercing gaze. "You have patrol tomorrow. I donât want to keep you up."
He stared straight at you, a complex mix of frustration and hurt washing over his face because hearing you insist everything was fine when you were clearly falling apart made all the scattered pieces finally click together. He noticed the raw marks on your skin from training, the deep purple shadows under your eyes from waking up in the early hours of the morning, and the rigid stiffness of your body from overtraining. He realized you had been hiding all of it, carrying the secret belief that you weren't enough, which broke through his usual gruff exterior as he asked with raw vulnerability, âI want to know whatâs happening with us. Am I doing something wrong?â
Your nose flared as the tears spilled over again, and you shook your head as the truth tore out of your chest. "No, no! You're perfect, Raph! You're this incredible, strong being, meanwhile I can't even move the freaking bag! I'm weak, Raph. I'm always going to be a liability to you. I can't save youâhell, I can't even save myself. I just wanted to get stronger for you, so I could actually stand by your side without you having to constantly worry about me. I'm just skin and bone, Raph. I don't understand why you're even wasting your time with someone so completely helpless."
The words poured out of you in a desperate, unstoppable rush fueled by weeks of accumulated stress and late-night exhaustion, leaving Raph frozen with his jaw slightly slack as the weight of your confession sank in.
"You... you think you ain't enough for me?" he asked, his voice sounding incredibly small for a creature his size.
When you just nodded and buried your face in your taped hands to sob silently, the silence lasted for three agonizing heartbeats before a massive, warm weight enveloped your wrists. Raph didn't pull your hands away roughly; instead, he gently, unyieldingly guided them down from your face, reaching up with his thick, calloused thumbs to wipe away your tears with a gentleness that defied his monstrous size.
"You're an idiot," Raph murmured, though his voice held only a profound, aching tenderness as he leaned forward, pressing his massive, cool forehead firmly against yours to ground you in his presence. When you tried to protest, whispering, "You always talk about the brawlers, Raph. You love the strength, the fighting... what could you possibly even see in me?"
He gently cut you off, his grip on your waist tightening just enough to let you know he was never letting go.
"I talk about fightin' because that's all I know," Raph interrupted, pulling back just enough to look you dead in the eyes with a gaze that burned with absolute certainty. "My whole life is blood, concrete, and screamin'. I'm a mutant, babe. I was built to be a weapon, and when I'm out there, everything is ugly. But you want to know what I see when I look at you? I see the only thing in this whole damn city that makes sense. I see someone who looks at a giant, ugly monster like me and sees a person worth lovin'. You think you're helpless, but you got a kind of softness and heart that Iâd give my life to protect. You're the only thing in my world that ain't broken or stained with grease and blood. You look at me with eyes that don't have no fear in 'em, just pure warmth. That's what I see. I see my home."
He let out a heavy, shuddering breath, his large thumb stroking your tear-stained cheek. "You think you gotta be strong? I got enough strength for the both of us. I don't need a partner to fight with me. I need someone who reminds me why I'm fightin' in the first place. You are my safe place, and you're the only reason I keep my head on straight out there."
You stared at him, your breath catching in your throat as the sheer weight of his honesty washed over you. Raph slid his hands up to cup the sides of your neck, his massive palms completely covering and warming your skin instantly. He leaned in, pressing a heavy, lingering kiss to your lipsârough around the edges, but desperate with the fear of almost losing youâbefore pulling back just enough to growl softly against your skin, his eyes fiercely protective.
"Don't you ever think 'bout yourself like that again. You're stuck with me, understand? You're exactly what I need. Just as you are.â
And for the first time in months, the crushing weight in your chest vanished completely, replaced by the unbreakable anchor of the giant turtle holding you tight against the dark.
Heâs a softy guys
Iâm answering some requests!! Got some requests in my inbox; Iâll be sure to submit them soon. I know that most of my work is mostly reuqests, but I'll be sure to submit something I have in the drafts (all of them need to be edited)
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Iâm a huge sucker for the whole headcanon of Donnie using his own form of ASL especially when he was younger, I made this tot comic a few months back and felt like it deserved to be inked.
bonus for after he turned back to normal:
I like the idea that Raph taught him when it became a communication problem, and Mikey noticed this for the first time when they were turned into tots (since Mikey was literally a baby when it happened originally), so he had to break out Raphâs âHow to be a Big Brother like a Bossâ book (from the og ToddlerMNT storyboards hehe) to figure out how to help. :,)
also I know DAMN well that Mikey didnât know this as a child and genuinely through Donnie just couldnât hear him.
Poor baby doesnât know anything heâs just three apples tall he doesnât know any better đđ
My god it took me so long to figure out how to write this dialogue so it doesn't sound forced you don't even WANNA know. This part is mostly yapping but I tried my best to make it entertaining
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Summary: Despite being grounded, your colorful boyfriend decides to sneak out for a date underneath a sky full of fireworks. feat. a grumpy leonardo. pure fluff. 16k.
âShhh!!â
You turn to face Michelangelo with a soft scoff, resting both of your hands on your hips. âWhy are you shushing me? Iâm not even making any noise!â
âWell now you are!âÂ
âUnbelievable..â You mutter underneath your breath, pausing in front of a slightly crooked mirror to make some minor adjustments to your outfit. You stare at your reflection with a soft hum, double checking to make sure everything was in order for your rooftop date with your brightly colored mutant boyfriend.Â
Mikey came to a stop behind you, bending down to wrap his arms loosely around your waist. He takes a moment to admire your reflection, a love-sick grin slowly spreading across his face.
âYou look absolutely stun-amazing!â He declares confidently, leaning forward to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, unable to hide just how much he truly adores you.Â
âThatâs not even a real word.â You scold teasingly, turning to press a soft kiss against Mikeyâs cheek. He gasps dramatically like he always does whenever you kiss him, pressing his hand against his cheek as he pretends to swoon and faint into your arms.
Mikey lets out a soft giggle as you struggle to hold him up, reaching up to lightly boop your nose. âMan, you are so awesome..â
âAnd you weigh like 500 pounds!â You manage to squeak out as your knees start to buckle from holding up the massive mutant.Â
âWhaatt? Not chill, my dude! Iâm hurt. You wound me with such cruel accusations! I donât know if I can go on.. My heart- itâs broken! Shattered completely beyond repair..âÂ
âMikey, baby, youâre crushing me!âÂ
âOh yeah, my bad. Heh heh.â He stands back up with a goofy grin, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the exit. It wasnât long before Mikey spoke up again, lightly bumbling his hip against yours.
âOkay, okay, I have a joke for you.â
âNope. No jokes. This is supposed to be serious, remember?â Mikey lets out a loud groan of annoyance, pouting dramatically as he crosses both of his arms against his chest.Â
You roll your eyes, playfully nudging him with your elbow. âDonât be such a big baby.. Maybe if you hadnât gotten grounded, we wouldnât have to be sneaking around like this in the first place.â
âHey man, thatâs not fair! How was I supposed to know that setting off 40 fireworks inside the lair was a bad idea?â Mikey mimics a large explosion, throwing his hands up in the air and wildly wiggling his fingers.
âI forgot Donnie was the only smart one in this family..â
âThe insults are never ending.. do you think this counts as domestic violence or animal abuse?â He responds teasingly, making you roll your eyes for what had to be the tenth time in the last twenty minutes.Â
âOh, shut up. Seriously. Youâre gonna wake everyone up and get both of us in trouble.â
Mikey scoffs dramatically, pulling you in close and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. âMan, you worry almost as much as Leo does! Relax, baby. Iâve done this like a million times. Weâll be fine. One joke wonât hurt, I promise.â
You glance over at Mikey with a soft sigh, shaking your head as he stares down at you with those adorable puppy dog eyes of his. Who could say no to him?Â
âFine. But it better be funny.â
âIt will be! Okay, ready? Whaddya call an angry carrot?â He gestures in your direction, his eyes shining with barely concealed excitement.
âI donât know, Mikey. What do you call an angry carrot?â You ask tiredly, glancing down at your phone to check the time.Â
âA steamed veggie!â He exclaims excitedly, throwing his hands up into the air as he waits patiently for a reaction. âGet it? A steamed veggie?â
You stare blankly at Mikey for a long moment before a soft chuckle escaped your lips. You couldnât help it. The joke wasnât funny, not by a long shot. But seeing him get all excited about telling you a cheesy joke was enough to make your heart ache with something you could only describe as love. The joke was still horrible though.
âThat was terrible.âÂ
âHey, you laughed!â
âIt was terrible.â
âI agree. It was terrible.â Leonardo stepped out of the shadows with his arms crossed firmly against his chest, his signature disappointed scowl gracing his face. Mikey let out a high pitched scream before hoisting you into his arms and making a wild break for the exit.
âMikey!â Leo called out after him with a frustrated groan, not even bothering to chase after him. âYou do know youâre grounded, right? Youâre gonna get the rest of us in trouble!â
âItâll be fine! Iâll be back before 12, I promise! Just donât tell Dad!!â Mikey shouts back as he grabs his skateboard and zooms out of the lair. You wave smugly at Leo as you speed by, teasingly sticking out your tongue at him.Â
The eldest brother just shakes his head and sighs, muttering several choice words underneath his breath as he walks back into the dojo.
âYâknow, some warning next time would be nice.â You grumble affectionately as Mikey finally slows down and stops next to a ladder leading directly up to the surface.
âYeah, but that wouldnât be as fun.â He gently sets you back down on your feet, bowing down as he motions to the ladder, unable to hide the cheeky grin that was spreading across his face.
âAfter you.â
âShut up.â
Mikey gives you a light boost before following close behind, occasionally patting your thigh to let you know that he was there for you in case of a slip up or fall. Despite his light hearted nature, Mikey can be extremely protective when it comes to you. Itâs all fun and games until you get hurt. Thatâs when shit gets serious.Â
As soon as you reach the surface, you notice how Mikeyâs shoulders tense up ever so slightly and how his eyes quickly dart around to check for any possible danger. It was second nature at this point, drilled into him by Splinter and his older brothers. He may be dumb but heâs not stupid.
You reach out and rest both of your hands on his chest, gazing up at him with nothing but love in your eyes. âWeâre fine. No oneâs gonna see you. Weâre just heading up to the rooftop to watch the fireworks.âÂ
âHey man, Iâm not worried. Youâre the one whoâs all stressed out. Relax. In case you forgot, Iâm a ninja. I can disappear in a blink of an eye if I wanted to.â Mikey does some mock karate chops and a little spin kick to prove his point, grinning down at you with mischief dancing in his eyes.
âGod, youâre such a dork.â You make a big show out of rolling your eyes, smoothing out your outfit and making sure that none of the icky sewer gunk from below accidentally hitched a ride with you up to the surface.
âSays the one who dragged me up here to watch fireworks.â
âWha- Fireworks arenât dorky!âÂ
âWhatever you say mamas.â Mikey blows you a kiss before climbing up a nearby fire escape, doing a few poorly executed backflips and other tricks along the way.
âNow whoâs dorky?â You mutter underneath your breath as you follow him up the ladder, taking your time as you scale up the countless numbers of rusty rungs.Â
âSince when are backflips dorky? Youâre just jealous âcuz I can do a backflip and you canât.â He declares in a sing song voice, disappearing onto the roof with one final flip.
âYeah, whatever.â
Mikey was already up there waiting for you once you reached the top, offering a helping hand and a teasing grin. âDude, you took forever. I think snails can move faster than you.â He places a steady hand on your waist as you regain your balance, snickering as he notices just how out of breath you are. âWhat? Was that hard or something?âÂ
âHaha very funny.. yeah just laugh as I slowly die from oxygen deprivation.âÂ
âI donât even know what that means.â Mikey chirps cheerfully before glancing down at one of the many watches scattered across his body. Most of them donât even work, they were just for decoration. âHey, the fireworks are like totally gonna start soon!âÂ
You motion over to the pre-set up area tucked behind an old AC unit, equipped with enough soda and snacks to last a lifetime. But for Mikey, it would probably be more like 5 minutes.Â
You sit down and pop open up a fresh can of Fanta, offering it up to Mikey as he plops down next to you. He takes a sip before setting it down and wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close with a teasing smirk.
âWouldnât it be totally crazy if we kissed right now?â
âWow. Real smooth Romeo.â
âIâm serious! Have I ever told you how awesome you are?â Mikey tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, gazing down at you while resting his other hand on your thigh.
âYeah, like twenty minutes ago.â
âWell itâs âcuz itâs true!â His big blue eyes linger on your lips for a moment before quickly darting back up to your eyes. âCan I kiss you? Please?â
You just roll your eyes before leaning up and meeting him halfway, your lips pressing softly against his. The rest of the world faded away until it was just the two of you and a sky full of fireworks.Â
Can we have more hot takes, especially on Leo ıf you have any??
One of my biggest Leonardo hot takes is that he doesn't really have an identity outside of being the leader....
Not because he doesn't have a personalityâhe absolutely doesâbut because so much of who he is is built around a role instead of himself.
Across almost every version of Leonardo, his purpose is clear: lead the team, protect his brothers, make the hard decisions, carry the responsibility no one else wants. It's not just his job anymore; it becomes who he believes he's supposed to be. After years of putting everyone else first, it makes you wonder who Leonardo is when nobody needs him.
The other turtles all have parts of themselves that exist independently of the team. Donnie would still be inventing things. Mikey would still be creating art and making people laugh. Raph would still be pushing himself physically. But Leonardo? Remove the responsibility, the missions, and the leadership... what's left for him?
That's what I mean by saying he doesn't have an identity outside of being a leader. His likes, dislikes, goals, and even his sense of self are often overshadowed by duty. He spends so much time being who everyone else needs him to be that he rarely gets the chance to figure out who he wants to be.
I don't think Leonardo struggles with being a leader.
I think he struggles with being allowed to be anything else.
Also, ik this request is a bit old. I'm just starting to go through my requests lollll
ROTTMNT centric but again, most could work for other versions :D
Leo is very much fluent in Spanish even if he tries to play dumb
Unpopular opinion (maybe?) but I think Splinter decided to not show much attachment to his kids in case Draxum or the Foot or whoever else were to find the truth about Lou Jitsu AKA himself and thus target his family in order to get to him
I also think this is partly the reason of why he taught his sons ninjutsu, like c'mon
Raph is very insecure about his size, big guy knows he's big but is he too big??? No. He's not too big imo, perfect size for being engulfed in a hug. He still will check, double check and even triple check to make sure he's not accidentally hurting anyone
Mikey absolutely loves cooking for his family. Had a bad day? There's Mikey with a warm meal to cheer you up. You feel a bit useless? He'll ask for your help with a meal because he "can't do it himself", suuuuureeeee, you'll believe him though
Donnie keeps a close eye on his brothers screen time. Like imagine this; it's a slow night (morning for them because they do stuff at night) and they've all gone to bed after patrol and they've just gotten in bed and grab their phone to maybe check social media for a bit or keep reading that one fic they've been dying to get back into or let April know that they're back home and safe when suddenly, a notification pops in their screen: "and why, my dear brother, ARE YOU STILL ON YOUR PHONE". They open the message and type a quick apology with sweaty hands before setting their phone down and properly try to sleep
Donnie has a bad habit of gritting his teeth, giving himself headaches
Leo hides his insecurities behind a flashy smile
Mikey is very worried about the future to the point where it keeps him up at night. He's very worried about ending up alone, separated from his brothers
Mikey draws a lot, most of the graffiti at the lair was made by him
Raph enjoys journaling and scrapbooking and has many journals to prove it
Mikey has a tooth gap and will slurp jelly through it. Donnie finds this disgusting
Leo and Donnie both actively play Pokemon Go (let's be honest here, the four of them still play it (same tbh)) BUT these two are on different teams and will claim gyms that the other specifically have just to piss the other off
Leo looks up to Señor Hueso, more than he'd like to admit
Raph is very proud of his stuffed animal collection. He's named all of his plushies and each of them has their own personality
April enjoys spending time with the boys because, since she's a single child, she's fascinated by the siblings dynamics
Okay but a love triangle situation. Reader is an eldest daughter and somehow ends up pining after Donnie. Some part of her thinks his ingenuity and sweet nature could fulfill unmet needs in her as someone who's had to pull through for everybody. She ends up in a yearning loophole while Donnie doesn't even glance her way, and the whole time she's looking at him?
Leo is looking at her.
He knows how she feels, he knows the way she feels having to be responsible for herself and other people. Laying down at the end of the day unappreciated and unwanted, he's been in her shoes, is in her shoes. She's not even glancing his way and he's playing through his head all the different ways he could just tell her "I'm what you want, you're what I need"
But he's a dork and his dad is on his case and making things awkward.... maybe one day. If you'd just stop looking at his little brother.
