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|Series| ~
|LOTR|
Frodo Baggins 🗡️ -
- Cold Nights
Legolas Greenleaf 🌿 -
- Legolas
- /PROMPT CHALLENGE 3 /
The Fellowship - 🗺️
in the works 🌷
|The Hobbit|
Thorin Oakenshield 🏔️
- heartbeat
- /PROMPT CHALLENGE 2 /
thorin's company ⚔️-
- Tics (Headcanons For Thorin's company)
- Random headcanons (Thorin's Company)
- Strange Sounds in Middle Earth (Thorins company)
- Holiday Headcanons (Thorin's Company + The Fellowship)
- RIP THORIN'S COMPANY (pt. 1)
- RIP THORIN'S COMPANY (pt. 2)
Bilbo Baggins 📜
in the works 🌷
Misc.
- Teaching the hobbits how to swim (Headcanons)
- Nail Polish (Headcanons LOTR/The Hobbit)
- High School Headcanons pt. 1 ✉
- Help (Headcanons for The Fellowship/Thorin Oakenshield)
- /PROMPT CHALLENGE 1 / (thorin oakenshield & lord elrond)
oneshots
Leonardo
Right (Bayverse! Leo x Gn! Reader)
Hello Hello (Bayverse! Leo x Gn! Reader)
Would you be so kind (Rise! Leo Headcanon // oneshot)
Period HC's!! (Bayverse! Leo Headcanons)
Raphael
Oops... (Bayverse! Raph x fem! Reader)
Cute (Bayverse! Raph x HyperFem! Reader)
Kitchen Window (bayverse! Raph x fem! Reader) PT. 1 • PT. 2 • PT. 3 • PT. 4 • PT. 5 • PT. 6 (final part)
Ticklish (Bayverse! Raph x Gn! Reader)
Donatello
Stunning (Bayverse! Donatello x Gn! Alien! Reader)
The one about the ship no one else cares about, or the deeply unpopular character, or the extremely unusual AU?
The fic that got no comments or kudos when you posted it?
Months or years from now, that fic might be exactly what someone is looking for in the sea of fics about all the popular characters, ships, and AUs.
Your fic might be the only fic out there that has what someone is looking for. The only fic that scratches the itch that it turns out you and that reader share.
back from my hiatus (briefly) to drop this here <33 i know this is different than my normal content, but i've been feeling the fresh, worldwide grief. miss you Michael 💞
Summary: Headcanons for how the Dwarves + Bilbo feel about physical touch (Platonic + w/ gender neutral reader)
A/N: Y'all I'm not even a Bifur fangirl but his is SO CUTE?? omg I was kicking my feet writing that
Bilbo is just flustered in general, so if you consistently find a way to touch him, he will get unbelievably jumpy. He is expecting it, but also in disbelief that someone would want to touch him so much that it surprises him every time. The man blushes from ear to ear, especially if you're a taller individual. He would eventually come to terms with it after therapy sessions with himself and clumsily seek it out himself in the form of sweaty hand holding and awkwardly resting his hand on your shoulder when you're crouched at your bedroll or stoking the fire.
Thorin is very much a pat on the shoulder type of guy, but he isn't too touchy. He's totally fine with the bumping and shoving that comes with the rambunctious roughhousing of the Company's dwarves, but he doesn't really participate. He mostly gets bumped into when the others get careless, otherwise they try to avoid him. What he finds most strange is the gentleness of your touch. He's used to the firm and rough disposition of dwarves, but the way your fingers press so softly against his skin, as if he would shatter under any more pressure, brings him an odd sense of clarity. His mind heavy with responsibility and anxiety clouding his vision, your warm palm pressing to his neck as your fingers lay across the back of his neck pulls him from the fog and it's like he's breathing for the first time. He becomes a big fan of kissing your knuckles; it's the kingly thing to do.
Balin has become less touchy in his old age. When he was younger, he was a bit like Bofur in his jovial nature. Shouting drinking songs with his arm slung around a friend's shoulder or putting someone in a playful headlock; he definitely isn't a stranger to expressing himself through touch. However, he's old now and that man's back hurts. He said leave me the hell alone, I got arthritis and chest pains and a herniated disc, LEAVE ME BE ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭ Bro creaks when he stands up. That's why you like to give him little massages whenever you've stopped to rest. He was surprised when you first offered your help, said you noticed him wincing on the journey and might be able to fix it. The man felt brand new; you've got magic fingers, friend. It's like he's that young dwarf again, bouncing around during meals with Bofur and rubbing circles into the back of your hand in the small hours of the night as the Company winds down to sleep.
Dwalin is lowkey very touchy. He's very touchy in the usual manly sense; clapping a friend on the back, holding you in place to check for injuries, stuff like that. He likes hugging people, but that's a little too showy for his tastes. Plus, people don't often move to hug him, so he just doesn't offer. He isn't against cuddling you in bed, though. He'll never admit it out loud, but he sleeps the best whenever you're embracing.
Kili is the type to always be leaning on someone. Always nudging or poking when telling jokes, and he loves hugs. I imagine his mom cuddled him and his brother a lot, so he's used to just hugging everyone. He'd also walk around with his arm slung over somebody's shoulders all the time. His favorite thing would have to be your hand in his, though. Feeling the curve of your knuckles, the raised flesh of an old scar, the smoothness of your nails. Most of all, how soft they feel in comparison to his, calloused by years of drawing a bow.
Fili is touchy, but in a subtle way. Leaning in close while the group is talking until his shoulder bumps yours, a reassuring hand on the back when he sees that worried look on your face, or grabbing your upper arm to stop you from tripping. He's always looking out for others, and he's so engrossed in connection that he finds himself constantly touching someone. It pisses Kili off sometimes, but Fili loves to ruffle his hair when they're joking around. His favorite way to touch you is forehead kisses. Gently pushing your hair away from your forehead(I like to think that touching foreheads is an old dwarvish custom type thing used as a hello or goodbye, sort of like when Dwalin and Balin headbutt as a greeting.) He thinks it's very intimate and it makes him feel close to you.
Dori is mother. He constantly fusses over Ori, straightening his clothes, fixing his beard and tidying his buttons. Especially if they are being hosted by someone, Dori will float around and pick at everyone, making sure they are at least somewhat presentable. He's a very tidy and proper dwarf, so that is mainly where physical touch comes into play. That being said, he doesn't really participate in big shows of affection like hugs. He secretly gets really flustered; not as easily flustered as Bilbo, but he will shoo you off if you're overwhelming him (what a tsundere lmao). Most of the time it would be you initiating any type of touch but he always gets that little spark in his eye when you need your hair put up. Just by looking at him, you can tell he is something of a stylist. He absolutely loves braiding intricate designs into your hair. Sometimes you'll whine; you're feeling a little hot, a simple bun or braid will be fine. He will hear none of it. Threading his fingers through your hair, he separates the strands into sections and each time you ask, a few hours later your head is a masterpiece of delicately pinned and plaited swirls and patterns.
Nori is a sneaky little flirt. Being something of a trickster, he loves pushing the other dwarves around to annoy them. The ole tap their opposite shoulder and act like it wasn't you is the go-to in his repertoire. His touch has a similar charm when it comes to you; he'll sneak up behind you and blow on your ear just to see you jump, or squeeze at that sensitive spot on your side to get a squeak out of you. He's constantly poking at you just to tease. You'll get so worked up and flustered throughout the day. You're beyond embarrassed and frustrated by the time you lay out your bedroll, but he acts as if he didn't do anything as he grins at you.
Ori is shy, but unknowingly clingy. The Company settles for the night and gather around the fire for dinner and he is glued to someone's side. Personal space isn't a thing, but has it ever been? He's always been like this. He will sit right next to anyone, thighs and knees bumping. The same applies to when he gets frightened; he'll grab your sleeve with shaky hands like a little kid. However, when it comes to you, he is very aware of personal space. You hand brushes his and his face is beet red. You sit anywhere near as close as he would, he's just lost his place in his book. His brain just short circuits and he has to recalibrate his brain to even comprehend that you're speaking to him. Whenever he gets more comfortable though, he would love resting his head on your shoulder (or vice versa).
Oin is the consent KING! Since he's a practiced healer, he's very aware of how some people do not appreciate being touched. He tends to keep his hands to himself unless he's doing some medical work. Even then, he is very steady and methodical to maintain an air of professionalism and avoid making anyone uncomfortable. Since he's hard of hearing, he tends to lean into people when they're talking which sometimes results in some shoulder bumping, small things like that. That being said, he would have to warm up to more intimate touching. Of course, he wouldn't mind you touching him at all. He appreciates a squeeze of the shoulder in passing, but he is not about that PDA action. However, he is really gentle in private. Soft caresses, cradling your head as he strokes your hair.
Glóin is gruff, but not nearly as nonchalant as Dwalin. You try to hug him, the guy is grumbling and begrudgingly pats your back as if his pride will be crushed by a simple embrace. Literal drama queen. It's like the big awkward man energy; he's keeping up this façade of a strong, stoic type but he constantly breaks character. He'll be cracking up at a joke, clapping one of the boys on the back, or awkwardly pat their shoulder after they kill more orcs than him in a fight. Peak dad energy, actually. He's amazing with kids, obviously. They'll climb all over him, tugging at his beard but he tolerates it and doesn't get frustrated. He absolutely gets flustered when you touch him, but he tries to play it off like he isn't embarrassed. He doesn't have a problem touching you, though. His hand is on the small of your back whenever he can get it there, and he loves to cradle your cheek in one hand just to look at you. (Also this mf is absolutely little spoon and you cannot tell me otherwise) OMG he would also carry around a little braid of your hair in a pendant or something and Gimli always thought it was a powerful symbol of connection because of dwarvish customs related to hair yatta yatta and that's why he asked Galadriel for her hair, since it was a prominent symbol to him growing up or something eurrghh ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡
Bifur touches everyone a lot since he can't verbalize everything effectively. It's a lot of little nudges to get someone's attention, gently moving someone to get past, or a pat and nod to say hello. He adapted to using body language to convey his thoughts, so he's comfortable touching others but is also conscious of how they feel about being touched. He's almost like a pillar of the Company; he's looming close by to offer a comforting presence, or a quiet shoulder to lean on. He tries to have constant contact with you, whether that be holding hands or just sitting with your shoulders smushed together. His touch feels quiet yet overwhelming. It's rough but gentle, warm but sends a chill up your spine. He's very romantic in how he traces lovely words onto your skin, whispering secrets to you without ever saying a word.
Bofur is so affectionate. He loves his fellow dwarves without shame and will show it in any number of ways no matter how many people stare. This dude ABSOLUTELY boops noses. Just imagine Dwalin being super serious about something just for Bofur to go *boop* and promptly sprint away Jack Sparrow style as Dwalin Michael Myers walks after him while the rest of the Company cackles. Somebody is cold, Bofur's got two arms for ya. Somebody is tired, Bofur's got a shoulder ripe for the sleepin on. And he will absolutely put his head on top of theirs. If he isn't hugging on someone else, he's on you. He's always happy to wrap his arms around you and do anything aforementioned, but he does get a little nervous sometimes in more intimate settings. He's all charm when he's tucking your hair behind your ear with a wink or pressing his hand to the back of your neck to bring your head closer for a forehead kiss, but he melts whenever you lay your head on his chest and play with his hands. He gets a tickly feeling and finds himself rubbing his neck as a sheepish chuckle falls from his lips.
and last but not least
Bombur is the hug master. You are absolutely encapsulated in a Bombur hug, I don't care how big you are. He's not particularly touchy but hugs? He's there. He gives little pats of appreciation on the back or the knee, not much besides that. With you, however, THE CUDDLE MONSTER. You will never sleep alone again. Not that you would complain, he just strokes your back and in minutes you are dead asleep. It's impossible to stay awake when he's so warm and soft. He is unbelievably warm, so you wouldn't even know it was winter in his arms. He doesn't get flustered when others touch him, but a kiss on the cheek will have him red as rubies on Mars.
hi babes! i know its been a few months since you've seen or heard from me on here! just wanted to update you all on a few life things <3
firstly i miss you guys so much, and i come back to my blog every once in a while to re-read your guys' love and support on my posts it genuinely means the world to me!
secondly, i've been having some mental issues regarding a past abusive relationship that i have thankfully gotten away from and have been making a fantastic recovery from, thanks to my loving and caring boyfriend, i could not have done it without him. that being said it's been hard finding inspiration with all of this building up and kind of eating at my brain, and also out of pure respect and love for my partner, it's kind of hard to draw my attraction away from him and towards fictional characters (including my beloved raph)
i will be trying my DAMNEST to continue bringing more writings to you, even if they're on the more platonic side, but i will not be going away and taking requests from you guys, keeping filling up that inbox!! love you guys
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Maybe… just maybe we all grew out of a phase. I won’t say grow up because it was never about being grown. It was about escape. What, where, why we were escaping was irrelevant. Whatever that phase was…. Holy fuck it was good. I know the Bayverse fandom is very slim and it literally hurts to watch it crumble but I was one of the fortunate ones who got to see it in the height of its glory days. To my Bayverse peeps, I love you all so very much.
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"Hey," he tosses the damp towel over the stool at his desk, and the door to his room clicks closed as he smiles at you softly.
"Hey," you smile back, standing up from the edge of his hammock, and walking the few steps to greet him. Hairbrush in hand, your scent is scattered into the air as you detangle your mane. He hopes you don't notice him breathe deep and hold you in his lungs for just a few moments.
It's five am. The boys got back about an hour ago, and after debrief and showers, it was just about time for bed.
Everyone had been so happy to see you.
You're not even sure your feet hit the concrete beyond the threshold before Mike scooped you up into a bear hug, giving you a tight squeeze, "Y/N!!! Welcome home, babes!!!" He'd crowed, grinning and swinging you back and forth.
You went limp in his arms, as was protocol, flopping around and groaning in mock exasperation, "Miiii-iiiiii-iiiii-iiiike..."
He set you down with one final squeeze, as a hand descended on your head from above, "Hey, D!" You'd chirped, turning around and hugging your best friend around the middle.
"I'm so glad you're here," he'd said with a relieved chuckle, hugging you back. He had been itching to start a new project, but he needed your help to get going.
A cool voice came from your left, "Welcome home, Y/N." You grinned at the eldest Hamato bother as he wrapped you in a tight hug. Leo was also very glad to see you. Working with Raphael had been a nightmare since you left. More than once, he'd had to call you and shove the phone into Raph's hand when his hot headed brother would start to spiral.
Minutes after you arrived, Donnie's tech confirmed some intel about a deal going on tonight between the Purple Dragons and an up and coming gang downtown. Ever the city sentinel, Leo insisted they all go see what was happening.
"Is tonight the only night you can do this?" You'd asked, attempting to keep the disappointed whine out of your voice.
Raphael had tried desperately to think of a reason he could say "no," sighing apologetically when he failed.
You'd sighed, too, and stepped closer to fix one of the straps of his harness that had turned over slightly upon his enthusiastic greeting. You'd smiled up at him, which he returned softly, effortlessly, invoking midnight memories of you seeing him off when he used to stop by on patrol. That indescribable feeling that this was right, you fussing over him. Natural. That you're exactly where you're supposed to be. "Then go," you'd soothed, brushing your hand over the now flush kevlar, "Unless the lair blows up, I'll be here when you get back," you reassured him, adding brightly, "and Donnie's going with you, so I'm probably safe!"
"I heard that," your friend in purple said, smirking as he walked past, messing up your hair.
"It wasn't a secret," you'd sassed, in the same tone of voice, sticking out your tongue and raking your fingers through your hair to set it right.
You'd spent the night catching up with Splinter on all the things you know the boys weren't going to tell you. What's actually been going on in the city, and how the boys have really been, over the best cup of tea you've ever had in your life, or, at least, since the last time you'd sat at the low wooden table.
The look he gave you when you'd asked after Raphael did not go unnoticed, and you were grateful when he chose not to follow up on the blush that darkened your cheeks.
Now everyone is winding down and setting off to bed, the two of you are alone in the warm comfort of his room, and you're desperately trying to ignore the single drop of water working it's way slowly down his collarbone.
It moves through a channel between two of the larger scattershot scales on his shoulders, and down into the soft skin of his upper chest. You feel your face grow warm and turn away, clearing your throat. You take a couple of steps towards his hammock, faking a dramatic yawn, which quickly becomes a real one, complete with a stretch that feels very good after a whole day traveling, and a whole night worrying after the four of them.
He tries. He really does. But the moment you're shirt rides high as you stretch your arms above your head, his eyes are all over you. It would be actually impossible for him to forget how beautiful you are. He keeps a photo of you on his nightstand... and as his phone background... and in his sketchbook he's not obsessed shut up. But seeing you like this? After ten months?
It's his first drop water after wandering the desert for nearly a year, and he drinks you in, greedily. So much so fast he starts to feel dizzy. He inhales and licks his lips, attempting to look away, but as he does, his eyes sweep over a flash of his color.
"Woah, hold up," he says gently grasping your upper arm. On your right shoulder, in red ink, is the word "bijo" ("beauty"), in hiragana ("美女"), "When'd you get this?" He asks, brushing his thumb reverently over the tattoo.
"Couple weeks after I left," you say over your shoulder, a smile curving the corners of your mouth. You'd been wondering how long it would take him to notice. What you didn't expect was how his touch made the long healed ink feel so blissfully painful, "I was feeling homesick and wandering around Little Tokyo, and there was this tiny closet of a shop with this even tinier old man who didn't speak a lick of English doing those, um... Tabori, tattoos? The hand-inked ones?" You mime the tapping method and he nods, familiar, "well between me, him, his grandson, and Google Translate we eventually figured out what I wanted, and..." you shrug.
Those damn roses again. The most beautiful pain pierces his heart and he can barely breathe. He's never said it out loud. It's cheesy and stupid and so so lame, and if you accused him he'd deny it until his very last breath, but almost since the day you met, you've always been the "Beauty" to his "Beast".
You're smart. Quick, and clever, and can help him work out shit in his head in a way that makes sense, not to mention how you're always ready to jump in and lend a hand with their special brand of bullshit. Your self preservation instinct needs work, but, honestly, 10/10 for enthusiasm. But, more than anything, you are so damn... loving. You love your people fiercely, activity. You see them, really see them, and have noticed and brought each of them back from the brink more than once.
You've saved his life in more ways that he can count, caring for him in a way no one else ever has or would or could, and he doesn't deserve it. Not you, and not this feeling. But you're here. He knows what he is, and what is permissable. He's intimately aware that you know he can never be a part of your world. But... you're still here.
You came back.
"Do you like it?" You ask.
"I love it," his voice is barely a whisper. He knows that if he speaks too loudly, the exquisite pain of you will overwhelm him and come spilling out. That he'll fall at your feet, and weep, and tell you everything.
He has to disengage before he does something profoundly stupid.
"Okay, shorty, assume the position," he orders, releasing your arm and straightening with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks down at you with narrow eyes and a devilish smirk.
You giggle, turn around and throw your hands in the air, bouncing, "Uppies!"
He snorts, wrapping his arms around your torso and barrel rolling the two of you into his hammock. It's a well loved and practiced ritual, and you're both laughing as your settle against his chest.
There is a feeling that happens when you crawl into to your own bed after a long time away, when the familiar comfort, scents and sounds of home, wrap around you. No matter how long you've been gone, or what happened while you were away, this is peace. This is safety. This is sanctuary and love and... home.
Growing up, all you and Casey had was each other. "Home" was something you carried on your back to the next building with a bed. Most kids get to take it for granted. Go off to college, and come home to visit, and fall into bed, and into that peace. You've never had anything like this. Felt anything like this. The feeling is deep and profound, and you aren't expecting it. The moment you settle into him, and that peace washes over you, you gasp as something you didn't know you'd been holding on to, releases.
Your vision blurs and your fingertips tighten at the lip of his plastron as you curl into him, heaving a shuddering breath.
His arm tightens around your waist as he rakes the fingers of his other hand through your hair, his hand lingering to hold you against him, "I got you, princess," he rumbles, as you fall apart.
You'd been playing it close to the vest for so long, pushing down loneliness, doubt, disappointment, all in service of a new adventure. And it was wonderful! You had fun! You worked your ass off at something you love with good people as enthusiastic as you are. You'd faced down some of the slimiest people in Los Angeles, and you'd made a name for yourself among your contemporaries.
You'd also dealt with the expected sexism and the expectation, in some cases, that certain *favors* were to be performed in service of career advancement. You never went there. It had cost you, but you persevered. This was what you wanted. What you'd been working so hard for. The chance of a lifetime and you took it and it WORKED and you were amazing and it just felt... empty.
Six months in, you'd decided to go home. You'd spent the following four chipping away at your boss to open a satellite in New York. It took you threatening to quit entirely, and they just couldn't have that.
It would be a pay cut and longer hours, but at that point you didn't care. You'd felt like you'd drown in all the moments you couldn't share with him. Things you'd unload or laugh at or just talk about, and every night you didn't hear that soft landing overhead buried you in loneliness.
It's not like you didn't try to get over him. You went on a few dates. But it was always people that reminded you of him, and it was over the moment they didn't. It wasn't fair. You hated yourself for it. You aren't that person. You don't just use people. Two months into trying, you gave up.
You'd missed him. Not just the sounding board, not just the safety, him. His eyes, his hands, that beautiful bashful smile he gets anytime you compliment him, every single bit of him. And now you're here. And you have him and everything that comes with him, and you didn't have to give up your dream career, not completely, anyway, and you can finally let it all go.
He holds you close without a word. It's almost surreal, the suddenness of you being here, and as he finally allows himself to process that this could and quite possibly would be the new normal, his eyes fall closed. You're home. He doesn't know who he's thanking, but he's definitely thanking someone.
Your tears subside eventually, and there are several long minutes of peaceful silence, like the quiet in the air after a storm, before the birds realize the rain has stopped
"How's that for a year's worth of repressed... everything?" you almost chuckle, sniffling as he kisses the top of your head, softly, "So yeah, I missed you kind of a lot."
"I missed you too, princess," he says softly, "so damn much."
"I promise never to ever do anything that phenomenally stupid again, ever." You swear into his collarbone.
His brow furrows. "Stu- what did you do that was stupid?" he asks, half looking down at you from his position.
You push yourself up on his plastron, meeting his gaze with a look that says it should be obvious, "I left you," you say simply, He exhales, his heart stuttering in his chest. He'd forgotten how easily you can make it do that. "A mistake I won't be making twice."
For a millisecond, he can't breathe. You can't be saying... A half smile turns his lip, No, of course not. You just missed him. He really needs to get a handle on himself, or just you being here is going to kill him.
You reassume your position laying against him, your head tucked between his neck and shoulder, running your fingertips along the line where his plastron meets his chest. You frown when you find a break in the scute that you don't recognize. "This is new," you whisper, fingers tracing the groove.
"Mmmm," he affirms, softly. A sound you feel more than you hear as your touch moves along the channel. It's deep, at least an inch, a quarter inch wide by four inches long, and months old. This kind of injury would have laid him up for at least a couple of weeks.
He can feel your jaw tighten, and your hand stills, tensing. He hadn't told you. No one had. Which means he'd specifically asked them not to. He takes your hand in his and raises it, brushing his lips gently over your knuckles. Your eyes fall closed as he places your hand back on his chest over the healed injury, but doesn't let go, "I didn't want to worry you." This is a conversation you're going to have later.
He sighs, deeply, and a quiet thunder rolls within him as your bodies mold against each other in familiar comfort.
You drift off together, at peace, for the first time in far too long.
Hi!! I love the way you write the bayverse boys, especially your headcanons! My favorite has to be your disability headcanons, I'm disabled and I love seeing representation. Would you be willing to write some headcanons of how the boys would act with a disabled partner? I know that's kind of a vague request since there are so many different ways to be disabled, but maybe some general headcanons on how they'd be with a partner that just has a hard time doing the "everyday" stuff, like getting out of bed/brushing teeth/walking around for a long time? I understand if you're not comfortable with writing this!
Hello, my dear anon! You're in luck! Luck? Is that the word? Idk. I, myself, am disabled! I'm only really comfortable writing the disabilities I'm intimately familiar with (without extensive conversation with people who do have them), but I CAN speak to the ol' classic combo of ADHD, Autism Spectrum Disorder, and Sensory Processing Disorder (I have an alphabet full, but these are the main 3 that cause me daily issues).
AuDHD Reader Headcanons
Here are some ways our boys would actively love a Sensory Avoidant Autistic with ADHD (much, non-physical love to my fellow neurosparklies), and a few things they might have a little trouble with.
Leo
Don't worry about a thing, love. He's got you covered.
Need a dark quiet place to hide for a while? His room exists. It's already perfect.
Leo's a light sleeper, so your very soft morning alarm, *will* wake him, but he loves that he doesn't have to endure an obnoxious wake up call.
If he's not there to fix them himself, your current breakfast foods and drinks are already on the counter waiting for you. A lunch box / containers sitting behind them, just in case you can't eat yet.
Always has a portable safe food on hand in case you get distracted or forget to eat AND forgot what he laid out for you, as well as earplugs, sunglasses, a water bottle in whatever temperature you prefer, and a soft hoodie just in case you're having one of *those* days where *everything* is too much.
Expect him to be checking in every few hours. He doesn't want to overwhelm you with constant attention, but will ensure meds, water, and food happen.
If you can't speak, he'll usually be pretty good at picking up on what you need until you can talk again.
Issues:
Leo has OCD. While at first, he may be fine picking up after you when you leave a mess, it could build resentment after a while, so try not to keep your stuff in his room.
Leo's never had an issue with executive function, so expect him not to understand why you can't just *do* the thing. It'll take a bit for him to get that your brain needs to play before it's capable of doing a task that doesn't give you dopamine, and he may give you a hard time about "getting the important thing done first."
Raph
He's got this. Donnie's autistic, so he has an idea of what to expect... at least, he thinks he does. Hopes he does. Regardless, he'll figure it out.
He cleans the HELL out of his room the first time you come over, no chaotic mess or wierd smells allowed. He may have a bit of an issue *keeping* it that way, but if he notices it's affecting you, he'll handle it.
Pressure. Therapy. My guy gives the BIGGEST BESTEST hugs and will hold you as long for as tightly as you need. (This is really all of them, but I have a favorite, okay?)
OT anyone? Existing physically is hard when you feel like you have to tell every part of you, separately, what to do. Posture and overall muscle mass and flexibility suffer. Raph is there to make sure that doesn't happen. He won't be a dick about it, and he'll find ways to make the weightroom more sensory friendly, but he won't be okay with you neglecting yourself.
Similarly, nutrition! Raph has this uncanny ability to make just about ANYTHING into a safe food. Up to and including removing things after the dish is done cooking. If you order take out and you don't like mushrooms (or your disliked ingredient of choice), expect them to be removed before you even sit down. Multivitamins and hydration are also priority, and expect him to occasionally shove a water bottle in your face. He has a vested interest in you staying healthy.
He usually knows how and when to interrupt you to avoid the bulk of hyperfixation rage, and even when you snap at him, he knows not to take it personally. He's used to Donnie's "moments," so he'll just silently raise a brow ridge and wait for you to fully come back to earth.
Loves to sing and when you lay on his shell the reverb of his rich baritone feels niiiiiice. 10/10 for sensory regulation.
Listens oh so patiently to your info dumping. Half the time he has no idea what your saying, but he loves the sound of your voice and he loves how excited you get about your latest hyperfixation. Seeing you bouncy and bright eyed about... cereal or whatever, can fully turn his day around.
Issues:
Raphael is a physical guy, If you are touch averse, expect this to be a problem. He'll try not to take it personally, he knows it's not personal, Donnie doesn't like being touched either, but it does mess with his head for a while. During those times you're okay with physical contact, try and give him all the reassurance.
Can be a bit pushy about your health and safety at times. Usually it's easy to determine when there's an actual threat and when he's just being overprotective. He's getting better about the latter.
Donnie
'Tism twins!!!
While there is the usual social tapdance of "what type of neurospicy are you?" when you first meet, you both know how important it is to get as much information as possible right up front, so you know how to operate around each other.
Infodumping becomes an art form. You can see be working in silence for hours when one of you will start talking, already halfway through your own conversation in your head, and the other is instantly on board. You learn a LOT from each other about the most beautifully random things.
Expect him to keep a small fridge/pantry stocked with safe foods (when he remembers) and drinks (when he remembers). You more or less end up taking turns restocking everything when you notice the other's safe foods are out.
Fidgets. Everywhere.
Understanding that when either of you check in with the other to make sure they're staying on task, it's not passive aggressive, and your genuinely asking if they need help staying focused.
Has a "Sensory Regulation Chamber" in the lab that's essentially just quiet room stocked with anything either of you need to regulate. Sunglasses, fluffy sweaters, a drum set, you need it? He'll get it.
Issues:
Beware the usual issues that arise with Neurodivergent couples, when your 'tism clashes with his. If you need quiet and he needs to infodump, you can direct him elsewhere, but you're his person, and he wants to tell YOU. So expect pouting.
Hyperfixation rage on both sides can be a huge problem, and if you're not careful, it can quickly turn into a full blown fight over nothing.
Mike
It's all good, Angel. Whatever you need.
The most chill about it, and will fully roll with the punches whenever something happens he isn't expecting.
Snacks? Snacks. No need to worry about the stress of sitting down to, or putting together a whole meal. He's got your safe snacks on hand at all times.
His hoodie is now your hoodie. Full stop.
Want to watch the same movie, listen to the same song, play the same game, or eat the same food seventeen times in a row? Hell yeah! Let's go for the record!
Many with SPD (sensory processing disorder), know how helpful cannabis can be. He and Donnie are already tinkering with some plants, so he'll put a few aside to breed into something that tones down the world without leaving you tired and foggy.
Will listen to you infodump for hours with a goofy lovestruck smile on his face. You'll think he isn't listening, but he'll surprise you with something later that shows just how closely he was.
Issues:
OVERSTIMULATION. And NOT in the fun way (maybe the fun way, but that wouldn't necessarily be an "issue"). Both he and his space are bright and loud and there's a lot of stuff with very little organization. which we all know isn't a problem... Until, suddenly, it really *really* is. Set up a quiet space. You will need it.
Similarly, he's got a bit of a codependency issue. They all do, really, but Mike's is pretty extreme. Before you, things were... dark. And now you're here and things are awesome and what do you mean you don't want to snuggle on the couch right now? Did he do something wrong? Handling touch aversion and your occasional need for solitude takes him a WHILE.
ALL OF 'EM
These boys are sensory heaven. It's like they were made for sensory regulation. From textured skin to big strong arms to their churr basically solving every problem in your world, if only for a little while, expect them to be your safe space and refuge.
Oh my goodness, I went absolutely *feral* for your Kitchen Window series and would love to send a request!
🐛 - tickle fights With Raph x Reader, I've always pictured Raph being far more ticklish that he lets on and absolutely refuses to admit it at all lol
OUUUH GIRL I HAVE SUCH A SOFT SPOT FOR TICKLE FICS and also I COMPLETELY agree. ticklish Raphie for the winnn
also I went just a little overboard with this one, I'm such a sucker for raph fics lmao 🩷♥️
ticklish
bayverse! Raphael x gn! reader
desc- (big red is more ticklish than he lets on)
warnings - none!
word count - 1.3k
Most of the nights the boys come home from patrol, they’re exhausted. It’s straight from keeping lookout and impressive parkour across buildings, to coming home and sleeping the day away or lounging about quietly in the lair, with their own respective hobbies.
Not tonight though. Raph knows you’re already waiting for him in his and Mikey’s room. The thought of getting to home to you, paired with something exciting in the air makes he and his brothers rowdy, entering the lair with loud whoops and jumping off of eachother like they’re spiked off of an insane amount of caffeine. The first thing Raph does when he steps inside is strip himself of the gear and weapons wrapped to his body, letting it all drop to the floor like dead weight in the huge living area.
“Aw come on Raph, we just cleaned up this morning,” Leo’s complaints are brushed away with an eye roll.
“Gotta hot date waitin for me,” he makes the promise to pick it up later (even though he most definitely will not).
Raph’s grateful Mikey’s already parked his butt on the couch starting up a game, meaning he and you have the area to yourselves. He shoves his younger brother, just to piss him off a little, and then runs away before he can retaliate.
You’re already sitting on the top bunk, laptop open and smiling at his entrance through the door.
“Hey handsome!”
There’s that gorgeous face.
“How are ya, hot stuff?”
He all but runs over and climbs up the ladder to sit himself next to you.
“I’m great. I missed you.”
Raph grins and moves to pull you up in his lap, kissing the crown of your head.
“Missed you too,” he breathes into your freshly shampooed hair with a sigh.
You hit the play button on a movie neither of you had seen before and snuggle in closer, back pressed against his plastron, and his arms snake around you in a tight hug, chin resting on your head while it hums quietly.
He’s so comfortable, and he knows you are too. But god, is it hard to sit still. Raph’s still got so much leftover energy from patrol. He hates that you’ve already settled in place, and he’s trying to find something to do with his restless hands. So he does what he knows best.
That fucker.
You know what he’s up to when his hands slide down to your hips, grazing over them with a light touch.
“Raphael…”
“What?”
“Don’t you dare…”
“I ain’t doing nothin, babe,”
He emphasizes ‘nothin’ with a poke at your ribs, making you try and leap from between his legs, but it’s too late. Raph pins you with one arm, and uses the other to attack your sides without mercy.
“RAPH, STOP.”
His shit eating grin doesn’t yield, and neither does his tickling, pulling a loud, squealing laugh from your desperately flailing body. Your weak kicking and slapping only eggs him on further, digging his fingertips further into your sides. He tickles everywhere, because unfortunately, everywhere is where you’re ticklish.
This sucks so much. He grabs at your feet, your neck, your armpits. And all you can do is scream like you’re being stabbed, paired with weak, breathless laughing. Just the size difference alone is a struggle, holding your much smaller body down onto his bed. If this weren’t such a common occurrence, you know his brother’s would be rushing in concern with your cries for help, weapons at the ready. Unfortunately, you’re all alone in this one. He finally shows you a little bit of mercy, when you manage to get out that you’re about to pee your pants.
He’s just laughing at your misfortune, even when you slap his chest in annoyance and wipe tears from your eyes.
“You shithead.”
“Yeah but I’m your shithead.” Raphael just leans back against the headboard, arms crossed with that stupid smug face.
“Whatever.”
You know he isn’t half as ticklish as you are. If that, not at all. It’s still worth the effort of jumping on him and prodding at the thick, scaled skin of his collarbone with your much tinier fingers. Your boyfriend just deadpans. “Come on, sweetheart, you know I ain’t ticklish.”
You roll your eyes, and palm his face away from yours, whining.
“You’re so meannn.”
That fact doesn’t keep you from letting him pull you back over next to him and tuck under his arm to keep watching the movie. He kisses your head again, trying to coax you from your pouting. You can practically hear his eyeroll when you don't give in.
“Have it your way, then.”
In reply, you jab a light elbow into his side. And he flinches.
Raph doesn’t flinch, ever. You’re so much smaller than he is, so you know that any hits or shoves against him are all for not, even when you don’t hold back. It’s suspicious, the way his eyes are trained extra firmly on the laptop screen and refusing to meet your squinting eyes.
“You okay?” One of your fingers hovers over the skin between his plastron and carapace.
“Y-yeah, of course- AGH!”
Raphael leaps in the air when you poke him, screaming at a pitch that you’ve never heard from him before. He sounds like a girl.
Bingo.
“I knew it!” You throw an accusing finger in his face
His eyes are pleading, head shaking, while you poise yourself like a wild cat on the hunt, ready to pounce.
“Oh, no, come on babe,” Raph swallows, “I-It’s just a sensitive spot. You don’t gotta do this.”
“Oh, yes, I absolutely do.”
Now this absolute unit can fight just about anyone off. Hell, you saw, with your own eyes, how he and his brothers sent the Kraang back to wherever he came from. He’s nothing but muscle and scar enveloping a big, gentle heart.
But when you jump on him and tickle his sides, like it’s what you were born to do, all that training is utterly useless. He’s laughing, loud, and trying to push your hands off with strength equal to a cooked spaghetti noodle. And boy, do you relish in it. Finally, you get the excitement of holding your boyfriend hostage at your fingertips, dragging them over his sides and pinning one knee down on his chest for extra measure. His laugh is boisterous, broken up with gasps for air and little ‘pleases’ and ‘baby’s’ trying to convince you to stop. It’s all fun and games, until Raphael kicks a huge leg against the mattress for support, and sending him flying off the edge of the bed and disappearing from the top bunk, pulling down one of the knitted blankets with him. You gasp.
“OH SHIT.”
You feel horrible, moving at the speed of light to peek over its edge, seeing him leaning back against his shell and laughing even more now that hes made it to the floor. Once it’s clear that the tears he’s wiping are from joy and not, you waste no time in jumping down onto the floor with him, and straddle his wide waist.
“Oh come on, sweet thing!” He’s trying to romance you away from another tickle attack. Your wide smile is paired with lidded, playful eyes and you lean in just over his snout. Raph swallows thickly. A warm sensation tingles in his gut and it makes his heart race, and pupils widen. Your fingertips are lingering over his skin.
“You better remember this exact moment” his skin shudders at the low whisper of your voice, “In case you decide to try and tickle me again.”
A quick kiss to his nose is a stark contrast to the seductive tone you put on. Raph’s face heats up. You don’t tickle him, just stand and turn, and climb back up the ladder to his bunk. His incredulous stare twists into a playful grin, watching your hips sway with each step. He throws the blanket off, and hurries up behind you with a different plan in mind ;)
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Oh my goodness, I went absolutely *feral* for your Kitchen Window series and would love to send a request!
🐛 - tickle fights With Raph x Reader, I've always pictured Raph being far more ticklish that he lets on and absolutely refuses to admit it at all lol
OUUUH GIRL I HAVE SUCH A SOFT SPOT FOR TICKLE FICS and also I COMPLETELY agree. ticklish Raphie for the winnn
also I went just a little overboard with this one, I'm such a sucker for raph fics lmao 🩷♥️
ticklish
bayverse! Raphael x gn! reader
desc- (big red is more ticklish than he lets on)
warnings - none!
word count - 1.3k
Most of the nights the boys come home from patrol, they’re exhausted. It’s straight from keeping lookout and impressive parkour across buildings, to coming home and sleeping the day away or lounging about quietly in the lair, with their own respective hobbies.
Not tonight though. Raph knows you’re already waiting for him in his and Mikey’s room. The thought of getting to home to you, paired with something exciting in the air makes he and his brothers rowdy, entering the lair with loud whoops and jumping off of eachother like they’re spiked off of an insane amount of caffeine. The first thing Raph does when he steps inside is strip himself of the gear and weapons wrapped to his body, letting it all drop to the floor like dead weight in the huge living area.
“Aw come on Raph, we just cleaned up this morning,” Leo’s complaints are brushed away with an eye roll.
“Gotta hot date waitin for me,” he makes the promise to pick it up later (even though he most definitely will not).
Raph’s grateful Mikey’s already parked his butt on the couch starting up a game, meaning he and you have the area to yourselves. He shoves his younger brother, just to piss him off a little, and then runs away before he can retaliate.
You’re already sitting on the top bunk, laptop open and smiling at his entrance through the door.
“Hey handsome!”
There’s that gorgeous face.
“How are ya, hot stuff?”
He all but runs over and climbs up the ladder to sit himself next to you.
“I’m great. I missed you.”
Raph grins and moves to pull you up in his lap, kissing the crown of your head.
“Missed you too,” he breathes into your freshly shampooed hair with a sigh.
You hit the play button on a movie neither of you had seen before and snuggle in closer, back pressed against his plastron, and his arms snake around you in a tight hug, chin resting on your head while it hums quietly.
He’s so comfortable, and he knows you are too. But god, is it hard to sit still. Raph’s still got so much leftover energy from patrol. He hates that you’ve already settled in place, and he’s trying to find something to do with his restless hands. So he does what he knows best.
That fucker.
You know what he’s up to when his hands slide down to your hips, grazing over them with a light touch.
“Raphael…”
“What?”
“Don’t you dare…”
“I ain’t doing nothin, babe,”
He emphasizes ‘nothin’ with a poke at your ribs, making you try and leap from between his legs, but it’s too late. Raph pins you with one arm, and uses the other to attack your sides without mercy.
“RAPH, STOP.”
His shit eating grin doesn’t yield, and neither does his tickling, pulling a loud, squealing laugh from your desperately flailing body. Your weak kicking and slapping only eggs him on further, digging his fingertips further into your sides. He tickles everywhere, because unfortunately, everywhere is where you’re ticklish.
This sucks so much. He grabs at your feet, your neck, your armpits. And all you can do is scream like you’re being stabbed, paired with weak, breathless laughing. Just the size difference alone is a struggle, holding your much smaller body down onto his bed. If this weren’t such a common occurrence, you know his brother’s would be rushing in concern with your cries for help, weapons at the ready. Unfortunately, you’re all alone in this one. He finally shows you a little bit of mercy, when you manage to get out that you’re about to pee your pants.
He’s just laughing at your misfortune, even when you slap his chest in annoyance and wipe tears from your eyes.
“You shithead.”
“Yeah but I’m your shithead.” Raphael just leans back against the headboard, arms crossed with that stupid smug face.
“Whatever.”
You know he isn’t half as ticklish as you are. If that, not at all. It’s still worth the effort of jumping on him and prodding at the thick, scaled skin of his collarbone with your much tinier fingers. Your boyfriend just deadpans. “Come on, sweetheart, you know I ain’t ticklish.”
You roll your eyes, and palm his face away from yours, whining.
“You’re so meannn.”
That fact doesn’t keep you from letting him pull you back over next to him and tuck under his arm to keep watching the movie. He kisses your head again, trying to coax you from your pouting. You can practically hear his eyeroll when you don't give in.
“Have it your way, then.”
In reply, you jab a light elbow into his side. And he flinches.
Raph doesn’t flinch, ever. You’re so much smaller than he is, so you know that any hits or shoves against him are all for not, even when you don’t hold back. It’s suspicious, the way his eyes are trained extra firmly on the laptop screen and refusing to meet your squinting eyes.
“You okay?” One of your fingers hovers over the skin between his plastron and carapace.
“Y-yeah, of course- AGH!”
Raphael leaps in the air when you poke him, screaming at a pitch that you’ve never heard from him before. He sounds like a girl.
Bingo.
“I knew it!” You throw an accusing finger in his face
His eyes are pleading, head shaking, while you poise yourself like a wild cat on the hunt, ready to pounce.
“Oh, no, come on babe,” Raph swallows, “I-It’s just a sensitive spot. You don’t gotta do this.”
“Oh, yes, I absolutely do.”
Now this absolute unit can fight just about anyone off. Hell, you saw, with your own eyes, how he and his brothers sent the Kraang back to wherever he came from. He’s nothing but muscle and scar enveloping a big, gentle heart.
But when you jump on him and tickle his sides, like it’s what you were born to do, all that training is utterly useless. He’s laughing, loud, and trying to push your hands off with strength equal to a cooked spaghetti noodle. And boy, do you relish in it. Finally, you get the excitement of holding your boyfriend hostage at your fingertips, dragging them over his sides and pinning one knee down on his chest for extra measure. His laugh is boisterous, broken up with gasps for air and little ‘pleases’ and ‘baby’s’ trying to convince you to stop. It’s all fun and games, until Raphael kicks a huge leg against the mattress for support, and sending him flying off the edge of the bed and disappearing from the top bunk, pulling down one of the knitted blankets with him. You gasp.
“OH SHIT.”
You feel horrible, moving at the speed of light to peek over its edge, seeing him leaning back against his shell and laughing even more now that hes made it to the floor. Once it’s clear that the tears he’s wiping are from joy and not, you waste no time in jumping down onto the floor with him, and straddle his wide waist.
“Oh come on, sweet thing!” He’s trying to romance you away from another tickle attack. Your wide smile is paired with lidded, playful eyes and you lean in just over his snout. Raph swallows thickly. A warm sensation tingles in his gut and it makes his heart race, and pupils widen. Your fingertips are lingering over his skin.
“You better remember this exact moment” his skin shudders at the low whisper of your voice, “In case you decide to try and tickle me again.”
A quick kiss to his nose is a stark contrast to the seductive tone you put on. Raph’s face heats up. You don’t tickle him, just stand and turn, and climb back up the ladder to his bunk. His incredulous stare twists into a playful grin, watching your hips sway with each step. He throws the blanket off, and hurries up behind you with a different plan in mind ;)
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YAYYY MY FIRST REQUEST WOOHOOOO
Sorry this one took me a little while to roll out, I had to get some inspiration back in me after the kitchen window burned me out a little 😭
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