[wrestlezaynia]

Kevin when he sees Sami again after being gone for so long:

[marshmellowtea]

he's beautiful i literally need to put him under extreme psychological stress. i need to put him in extreme physical pain. i need him curling up in someone's arms for the feelings of safety and comfort he hasn't received in ages

[dwill484]

This is me wit lit all my blorbos. I have an idea for a Cody fic where I’m putting him through much psychological torture.

[farbeyondthetrndkill]

we love psychological torture round these parts……

[dwill484]

It’s honestly kinda sad. I can tell you more if you wish?

[punksyeetgifs]

Jey’s Mania Vlog 🫶

Instagram - May 18th, 2026

tag list: @miss-kuki-nz @spiicii @romanreignsbae @rollinsland @lovelikebuttahbaybee @dpriestxripleysgirl @jeysslut @xnightmarexpunkx @mari3st4r @wwecu @drivefouronthefloor @ashuhleawrites ⋆˙⟡

[pennzance]

"Hey, question?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you just fucking NOT today?"

"... fine."

[definitely-canon]

Jey: Babe, let me ask you somethin'.

Sami: Yes?

Jey: Could ya just fucking NOT today? Just for today.

Sami: Habibi, you chose this when you decided to marry me. Deal with the consequences.

[r-truth]

[prompting-dialogue]

"you've changed. I don't know you anymore"

"why do you say that like its a bad thing?"

[definitely-canon]

Kevin: You've changed. I don't know who you are anymore.

Sami: Why do you say that like it's a bad thing? Isn't this what you wanted? For me to change, for me be like you?

Kevin: The last thing I wanted was for you to be like me.

[wrestlezaynia]

Picture this: SummerSlam. Cody vs. Sami for the WWE Championship. Cody is about to put Sami through a ladder reminiscent of The Royal Rumble 2025, when whose music should hit? Kevin Owens.

[wrestlezaynia]

Sami basking in the adulation of the crowd, as he should.

[midnightvrose]

[symbiosae]

Do You Know What You’re Doing? Bayverse! Turtles x Reader Headcanons

💌 this is based off of a tiny little tiktok trend i’m seeing… people post specific and in-depth things that their s/o does that attracts them :) figured i’d give it a go with the bay boys. a little broad but that’s likely because this was instead written a little more suggestive than i had initially planned. but… who’s complaining? lmfao

if you’re wondering… trend: ‘things i find extremely attractive’ on tiktok

synopsis: the turtles are attractive and things get explicit. Warnings: NSFW, suggestive, 18+. MDNI. All characters aged up

Leo: 

I’d like to believe that Leo, in private, genuinely finds the idea of overpowering people intriguing. He’s learned to do better, KNOWS how to do better when it comes to controlling his attitude– but you give him some leniency with it. 

In the scenario where you and he decide to participate in this—"this" meaning being generous about how much of a sassy, authoritative, commanding turtle he's allowed to be—approach with caution. By God, he takes full advantage.

It’s not like the relationship he has with his brothers. Not ridiculously domineering, no. He knows when to act like an actual man.

But he is a tease. 

“What?” He would sneer. Clicking his tongue, tilting his head, pouting at you when you don’t get your way. 

Again. That’s only in private. He treats you like royalty in the presence of literally anyone else.

I have an idea in my head that he’s definitely the type of individual to enjoy reading books.

Classics, of course, but he gets these (cough) frisky ideas from romance books. No doubt.

That’s where Leo would learn how to do all of this romantic kinky shit to you. No social media, as he’s likely absent from it– maybe visits a few “how-to’s”, but other than that, when it comes to his romanticism tactics; it’s all literature-based.

He’s into begging. Matter of fact, I’d say it’s one of the biggest things he’s into– he loves when the words coming out of your mouth are simply words of want. You want him to do this to you? Him, of all people? You gorgeous being, you. It boosts his damn ego, plain and simple. 

Leo got into this by fault of his own. Blue had gotten his hands on a romantic book that consisted of some fairly explicit adult content for the first time; lord knows how he got it. Probably found it in a trash bin on patrol, the cover looked nice. 

Had no idea what the book consisted of. Picked it up. Couldn’t put it back down. Discovered something new about himself that day. 

It was from then on out he started to hide his growing book collection from his family. Maybe he sets the more acceptable ones out on display… sure. 

In PUBLIC, honor boy is a completely different character. 

He’s respectful. 

Holds the door open, buys you food, aids you with care like no other when you’re sick. Something as simple as a slight headache has him dropping everything to come baby you without having to ask. 

That’s all you have to do: ask. That’s it. 

If you ever get back from a date night, feet tired from wearing heels or a painful shoe all night, you best believe that man is swooping you right up and off of your feet with the shoes dangling in the other hand. 

Leo’s a big fan of back-of-hand/knuckle kisses. It’s one of his favorite ways to show his respect to you, even if he acts the opposite when you’re alone ;)

He just likes getting a rise out of you… tease that man, for God’s sakes. You won’t regret it.

This is just an extra… but he absolutely loooooves helping you zip up your dress. Slowly. Surely. Matter of fact, just follow him to the bedroom, it doesn’t need to be zipped up anyways.

Raph: 

We know that Raph hates being excluded from decisions, major or minor. 

That’s why it’s his number one priority to make your voice heard. 

He WILL make sure that you stand out in a group setting. That man is used to being left out of group conversations. If there’s one thing he can do to show his attention, it’s giving you his own undivided attention; even if that means forcing the rest of the group to listen to what you have to say. 

He doesn't care if he has to fight to do it. By all means, speak your truth.

When it comes to people that aren’t his own dearly loved and immediate family, Raph is more of a socially anxious being! Contrary to popular belief, yes. It’s true. He may come off as a hot head… probably because yes. He is. But the dude knits in his free time. He hates people. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… I’m almost 99% he’d be on the introverted side if he were to be publicly accepted. 

Speaking of knitting! 

Gift giving is his looove language 💕

When winter rolls around, he’s knitting you a blanket and you don’t get a choice but to use it and KEEP it. 

When Spring rolls around, he has you bring that blanket back to the lair so he has some sort of scent remnant of you. 

It’s really no surprise as to why he wants it. 🙃

On a different topic, I’m also a firm believer that he’d be allllllll over kissing the scars on your body. 

So what, you think they’re ugly? He has them too. He thinks they look cool. But oh, they look so much better on you. 

Stretch marks. Scars. Injuries of the like. They show a journey and he is so unbelievably down to prove it to you. 

Speaking of proving things to you…. 

Raph likes loves when you speak out against him. It gives him all the more reason to take your two hands in his giant green one and use that shit against you. 

You wanna talk about how much you hate your body? How much you think people hate you for who you are? How shitty of a s/o you think you are? 

Try saying or proving any of that when one hand is grasping two of yours and the other is over your mouth. 

You’re not able to say anything, regardless. Your mind is too busy on other things ;) 

Like Raph’s voice, for one. He’s vocal! And is WELL aware. 

Spring, he despises; he misses you too much. However, he never allows you over, as he is far too terrified of harming you. 

Because he has no control over his actions for the week (at most), you’ve been tasked with staying home. Spring, in its entirety; SUCKS– but Raph will be a trooper for ya’.

It’s only about a week’s length where spring fever hits him like a train. Yeah. A week’s length is all you have to stay home… without him. 

So. Before that week starts, he gives you the worst hickies known to mankind. 

They’re deep and purple. He only does it so when he sees you again, those feelings come flooding back! It’s like his season, but he’s aware this time. Hell yeah! And he’s got his girl for this round! 

As long as you don’t cover them up, Raph treats you just fine. Unless you request otherwise. He’s down for anything you ask of him… Red is desperate. 

Donnie:

There’s no telling when a spicier mood will hit him.

But there are signs…. and one is a dead giveaway.

It’s around three in the morning, one night. You decided to stay over at the lair with your genius boyfriend and his family; it was getting late, anyways. 

There’s shit scattered all over the lair. As you trudge to grab a snack from the fridge, you manage to step on THREE things: Mikey’s Stuffed Animal, trash that Leo had begged Raph to pick up, and an aluminum wrapper of a strawberry Pop-Tart pastry that Donatello had been particularly fond of. 

Speak of the devil. (He’s such a deep sleeper, how could he have heard you?)

Donnie’s voice, laced heavily with sleep, floats from the doorway. 

The turtle in purple (and probably sweatpants) would mumble a silly question about why you’re up so late. He approaches, warm hand finding your waist as he leans past you to retrieve his prized juice box from the fridge— pausing before he realizes why you were probably in this exact spot, too.

"Would you like ‘n orange or an apple?" He sleepily murmurs against your forehead, pressing a kiss there before pulling back and wrapping his arms around you.

You don't answer, too distracted by how his thumb traces circles just above your hipbone, the scaly finger sending shivers through your sleep shirt.

It’s not with any intention at first. But… it does grow into some.

He likes how warm you feel against him. He likes how he can use you as a headrest. He likes how he can just think about you and nothing else on his mind. None of those stressors from his work are present in his mind just yet, he’s too focused on you.

Donnie, who is most often perceived to be “in-the-mood” after a long day at work, is actually most often “in-that-mood” when he wakes.

He’s been snoozing for a bit and has nothing on his mind. He’s zoned, he’s sleepy, he’s cozy… and you’re warm… come here, will you? 

Donnie's fingers continued along your waist, calloused skin tracing the hem of your sleep shirt. His body remained pressed against yours, weight shifting as he buried his face deeper into your shoulder. You could feel the slow, even rhythm of his breathing against your neck, warm puffs of air raising goosebumps along your arms. 

You felt his lips press against the curve where your shoulder met your neck, lingering there, hot and damp. 

A little noise– soon discernable as a moan– slipped out from your lips. 

You’ve got two seconds to decide whether you want to go back to his room or let him lift you up on the counter before he decides for you. 

(someone remind me to post a mini one-shot for that scenario someday. it’s sitting in my drafts)

When Donnie IS of a more conscious state, there is no scenario that man loves more than having you in his lap when he works. 

Any time you walk by, he’s waving you towards him with a finger. Or a nod of his head. 

You can straddle him, cuddle him, sit in front of him while he works. Donnie doesn’t care. As long as he gets to hold you. 

His hands will drift. Waaaaay further than they should be allowed to with that lab door of his wide open. 

When he’s awake, he’s very into overstimulating the shit out of you. But he’s, and, this is hard to explain or put into words— nice with it? He talks you through it. Makes sure you’re okay even though you’re seeing stars while he whispers to you. Is pecking kisses upon kisses down your body. 

And, of course, helps clean you afterwards. 

When he’s sleepy, like previously mentioned; he likes sitting you on top of his thigh once you get back in the bedroom. He gets to watch you receive pleasure all while being able to control how much you get and when. What’s more to love? 

His sleepy voice, that’s what. It’s raspy and his voice cracks more than it already does on the daily. Hell, it makes you want to be the one helping him out.

He won’t let you. He takes you in his arms and conks back out instead. 💤

Mikey:

Mikey always loved parties. Even better— he loves taking you to aforementioned parties.

Even if it’s not your thing, he sticks with you the entire time. The sweet tangerine turtle will place his hand on your back ever so slightly, wanting nothing more than to ease you mind of this rambunctious place; oh, what’s that? You want to ditch and get some fresh air? 

Say no more. 

He's already found the perfect place, temperature-wise. If you've made a statement about being too warm, great! He's already found a secluded place with just the right amount of breeze to keep you comfortable. Too cold? Mikey's jacket is coming straight off of his waist and straight onto your body.

He has this way of making you feel like you're the only two people there, even in the middle of a thousand-person crowd. 

He'll lean in close, breath warm against your ear as he whispers some ridiculous commentary about the people around you. Mikey is great at distracting you. Making shitty experiences seem bearable for what they really are.

He looooves taking you on solo walks around the venue you're in; he pays EXTRA attention to what makes you light up as you walk past. If there's a specific vendor... for example, a dessert or drink stand if you're at a party, you best believe that man would watch his wallet run dry if it meant seeing you happy. 

He's not the kind to take you out to an ice cream shop and only buy YOU something because YOU were hungry. He'll get something, too! Probably one of those seasonal flavors that sound goofy... cereal milk? That one screams 'Mikey' to me.

As the night becomes too much, and the moon carries on, you two have probably found your way back to the lair. Or, your apartment. Whichever. 

Of course, when it's just you two and Mikey's attention is on you, he goes from crowd-pleaser --> pleasure-giver.

Contrary to popular opinion, he’d take it slow!

Even if he’s been with other people before, if that’s a general headcanon of yours— you’re one he genuinely cares about. Mikey’s been eyeing you for ages. Now, he’s finally got his hands on you. Slow and steady, he’ll take it— unless asked otherwise. He wants to remember this remember you.

Mikey LOVES taking the lead, and generally prefers it, but only if you explicitly offer it. He will never force a thing, but if you give him the reins, you aren’t getting them back unless you ask nicely 😂

This doesn’t take away from the fact that he also loves when YOU take the reins! Please. By all means, tell him what to do. He is not going to complain. You may actually get him to listen for once in his life 🤷‍♀️

Mikey is a huge (!!) fan of praise; if you compliment him or tell him how good he is at being in charge, he'll work even harder to ensure you're taken care of, confirming that he's earned the position you gave him.

 Looking into it, maybe this comes from him being the youngest! He likes being able to take authority, especially when it’s in something he’s good at with someone he loves.

Reciprocal touch and reassurance are absolute musts for him; he needs to feel you reaching back just as much as he’s reaching for you. If you run your hands over his shell or pull him closer, he practically melts. He’ll often ask if he’s doing a good job or if you’re enjoying yourself, not out of insecurity, but because your verbal and physical confirmation acts like straight gasoline for him. It sets him on fire, gets him going, it’s his fuel. Seeing you lose yourself in the moment because of something he’s doing is the ultimate ego boost for him, and he’ll reward your praise with even more focused attention.

The aftercare with Mikey is legendary and arguably his favorite part of the whole experience. 

He’s a total cuddle bug. He will WRAP HIS LIMBS around you like a koala and refuse to let go. 

He’ll bring you water, of course, find your favorite snacks, and maybe even put on a silly cartoon just to keep the atmosphere light and cozy. He’ll then pepper your face with tired, happy kisses and whisper about how much he loves you until you both drift off. :) 

And then he’ll wake you up with his snores. Because I know he does. He absolutely does.

<3

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[wrestlezaynia]

Nick telling Sami to mind his own business is like telling the sky not to be blue or water not to be wet. He always sticks his nose where it doesn't belong, just ask Kevin.

[longlizard999]

that’s his baby, he hatched it from an egg

[wrestlezaynia]

The light above his head in this shot really makes it.

[bbootyyyshaker9000]

Sweet thing

Bayverse Raphael x reader

// Hii yall I hope yall like it I’m trying a new pov style but I think I’ll go back to what I usually do ///

The lair is always filled with life.

That was one of the first things Y/N had learned about it when they started hanging around with the turtles.

The funny thing about them is that even when nothing was happening, something was always happening. Mikey was usually yelling over a video game, Donnie was muttering to himself while something sparked on his workspot, Leo was giving some kind of instruction that at least two of his brothers were ignoring, and Raphael was somewhere in the middle of it all pretending like he didn’t care while somehow caring the most.

But tonight, the noise felt far away.

Y/N sat on the lived makeshift couch near the edge of the main room, hands folded tightly in their lap, staring at the floor like it had done something interesting. The movie playing on the TV flickered across their face, but they weren’t watching it. They had barely laughed at Mikey’s jokes. They hadn’t teased Donnie when one of his gadgets made a sad little popping sound. They hadn’t even smiled when Raph grumbled at the screen and called one of the characters an idiot.

And Raph noticed.

Of course he noticed.

He always noticed more than people gave him credit for.

He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, red bandana tails resting over one shoulder, his sharp green eyes fixed on Y/N instead of the movie. To anyone else, he probably looked annoyed. That was his natural setting, honestly. Big, brooding, built like a brick wall, jaw set like he was ready to argue with the whole world.

But there was something different in his stare.

Concern.

Worried.

He watched the way Y/N’s shoulders stayed pulled inward, like they were trying to make themself smaller. He watched the way their smile came too late and disappeared too fast. He watched the way they kept tugging at the sleeves of their hoodie, fidgeting with the fabric like they needed something to hold onto.

That wasn’t them.

Not really.

Y/N usually brought a little warmth into the lair. Not loud like Mikey, not bossy like Leo, not restless like Donnie, and definitely not explosive like Raph. But steady. Soft. Familiar. The kind of presence that made the whole place feel less like a hidden sewer hideout and more like somewhere people could actually breathe.

Tonight, though, that warmth looked dimmed.

Raph didn’t like it.

Not one bit.

Across the room, Mikey tossed popcorn into the air and missed his mouth completely.

“Aw, c’mon!” Mikey groaned as the popcorn bounced off his plastron and onto the floor. “I had that.”

“You did not,” Donnie said without looking up.

“I spiritually had that.”

Leo sighed from his seat. “Please don’t start.”

Normally, Y/N would have laughed.

They didn’t.

Raph’s expression hardened.

A few minutes later, Y/N stood quietly from the couch.

“I’m gonna get some air,” they said, voice soft.

“In the sewer?” Mikey asked, turning around. “Bold choice, but I respect it.”

Y/N gave a small smile. “Just… a walk.”

Leo’s eyes flicked over them with quiet concern. “Want someone to go with you?”

“I’m okay.”

They said it too quickly.

Raph pushed off the wall before anyone else could answer.

“I’ll go.”

Y/N looked at him, surprised. “You don’t have to.”

“Didn’t ask if I had to.”

His tone was rough, but not unkind. That was Raph. He sounded like a threat even when he was trying to be gentle.

Y/N hesitated, then nodded.

They walked together through the tunnel leading away from the main room. For a while, neither of them said anything. The distant sounds of the movie and Mikey’s commentary faded behind them until all that remained was the soft drip of water somewhere in the pipes and the echo of their footsteps.

Raph walked beside Y/N, close enough to be there, far enough not to crowd them.

That was something he had learned with them.

Sometimes comfort wasn’t grabbing someone and forcing them to talk. Sometimes comfort was just walking beside them until the silence stopped feeling lonely.

They reached a quieter part of the lair, where old subway tiles lined the walls and a busted station sign hung crookedly above an abandoned platform. Raph slowed first, stopping near a pillar marked with faded paint.

Y/N stopped too.

For a moment, they just stared at the tracks.

Then Raph spoke.

“Alright.”

Y/N glanced at him.

His arms were crossed again, but his voice had dropped lower. Softer. “what’s bothering you.” He say it like a question. He wanted to know what is currently troubling you.

Y/N blinked. “What?”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act like I don’t know what’s going on.”

That almost got a laugh out of them.

You tried to say something. Nothing came out.

Almost.

Raph’s face shifted. His frown deepened, but not with anger at them. Never at them.

“You been quiet all night,” he said. “Not regular quiet. Weird quiet.”

Not knowing what to say Y/N looked away trying to not look at turtle’s gaze. It hurt them. The look of puffy lips while biting their cheek and eyes starting to water.

Raph’s chest tightened.

He hated that look.

He hated seeing them fold into themselves like that. Like something had convinced them they were too much, or not enough, or somehow wrong just for existing.

“I’m fine,” Y/N whispered. Sounded convincing you thought. But Raph can see right through you.

Raph huffed through his nose. “Yeah. And Mikey’s got a mature relationship with pizza.”

A tiny breath escaped Y/N, almost a laugh.

Raph’s mouth twitched, but he didn’t push it.

He waited.

Y/N leaned back against the tiled wall and rubbed their hands together. “It’s dumb.”

“Try me.”

“It’s just…” They swallowed. “Some people were making saying some things earlier.”

Raph’s eyes sharpened.

“Comments.”

Y/N nodded.

His jaw clenched. “About what?”

“Me.”

That one word was enough.

Raph went still. He didn’t want to believe it.

Y/N kept their eyes on the floor. “It wasn’t even that big of a deal. They probably didn’t mean it like that. Maybe I’m being too sensitive.”

“Stop.”

Y/N looked up.

Raph’s voice was firm, but not loud. “Don’t start defendin’ people who hurt your feelings.”

Raph exclaimed. Your face softens more like putty. Raphael looks at your soft face,wishing that out of all people, this shouldn’t have happened to you.

“They treat you like you’re a punching bag.”

“But I know them. I promise you Raph they mean well.” You said. Raph not being surprised that you are defending them.

“Yea well they only do this to you from what I know.” Raph said, he knows this particular group of people. Doesn’t think that they are worth of being around you.

“you are so much more valuable than them. They see something in you that they want o take away.”

They stared at him for a second, and the words seemed to hit harder than expected.

Raph saw it happen. Saw the little crack in their expression. The way their eyes grew shiny before they blinked too fast and looked away again.

He uncrossed his arms slowly.

“Y/N.”

“I know I shouldn’t care,” they said quickly, like they had been holding the words back all night and now couldn’t stop them. “I know it shouldn’t matter what people say. I know I’m supposed to just ignore it and be confident and not let stupid stuff get to me, but it does. It got to me. And now I feel embarrassed because it keeps replaying in my head and I hate that I’m letting it bother me.”

Their voice cracked on the last word.

Raph’s entire body tensed, not because he was angry at them, but because he wanted to put his fist through the idea that they had to feel embarrassed for being hurt.

He knew that feeling.

He knew what it was like to carry words around after everyone else had forgotten saying them. He knew how people could throw something careless into the air and never think about it again, while the person it hit was left holding the bruise.

Raph had been called plenty of things in his life.

Monster.

Freak.

Dangerous.

Ugly.

Too angry.

Too much.

He acted like those words bounced off him. Most days, he made sure everyone believed they did.

But Y/N knew better.

That was probably why his voice came out rougher than he meant it to.

“Hey.”

They didn’t look at him.

“Sweet thing.”

That got them.

Y/N’s eyes lifted, soft and wounded.

Raph took a step closer, careful and slow. “There ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ hurt when somebody says somethin’ cruel. That don’t make you weak. That makes you normal.”

Y/N blinked, and a tear slipped down their cheek.

Raph’s expression softened instantly.

“Oh, hey,” he murmured, awkward but gentle. “Don’t— I mean, you can cry. Just… don’t think you gotta hide it from me.”

Y/N let out a shaky breath. “I feel stupid.”

“You’re not stupid.”

“I feel like I should be tougher.”

“You are tough.”

They gave him a doubtful look.

Raph pointed at them, serious. “You think tough means not feelin’ anything? Nah. That’s not tough. That’s just pretendin’. Tough is feelin’ it and still showin’ up. Tough is sittin’ with it instead of lettin’ it turn you mean. Tough is not lettin’ people turn your heart into somethin’ hard.”

Y/N stared at him.

Raph suddenly looked away, like he had said too much.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Don’t make that face.”

“What face?”

“That face.”

“I’m not making a face.”

“Yeah, you are. The one where you look at me like I accidentally said somethin’ smart.”

This time, they did laugh.

It was small. Wet around the edges. But real.

Raph looked relieved for half a second before covering it with a grumble.

“There it is,” he muttered.

Y/N wiped their cheek with their sleeve. “Sorry.”

Raph frowned again. “What’d I just say about apologizin’ for hurt feelings?”

“I know.”

“Then quit it.”

They nodded, though their eyes dropped again.

Raph watched them for a second, then shifted his weight.

“You wanna tell me what they said?”

Y/N’s shoulders tightened.

Raph immediately shook his head. “You don’t gotta. I ain’t askin’ so I can make you repeat it. Just askin’ so I know what kind of damage I’m workin’ with.”

Y/N folded their arms loosely over their middle. “It was just stuff about how I look. How I act. Little jokes, I guess. Like… little comments that sounded funny to everyone else.”

Raph’s hands curled.

“Wasn’t funny to you,” he said.

“No.”

“Then it wasn’t funny.”

The simplicity of it made Y/N’s throat tighten.

They had spent the whole day trying to explain the comments away. Maybe they were too sensitive. Maybe the jokes weren’t that bad. Maybe they were overthinking it. Maybe everyone had moved on and they were the only one still stuck.

But Raph didn’t make them prove why it hurt.

He believed them.

Just like that.

Y/N pressed their lips together, trying not to cry again.

Raph saw it and sighed quietly, like his own heart had just been shoved around in his chest.

“C’mere.”

Y/N hesitated.

Raph opened one arm slightly, looking almost embarrassed by the gesture. “Only if you want.”

That made their face soften.

They stepped toward him, and he wrapped them in the gentlest hug someone his size could possibly manage. It was almost funny how careful he was. This giant, battle-worn turtle who could lift a truck looked like he was afraid one wrong move would break them.

But the hug didn’t feel fragile.

It felt safe.

Raph’s arm settled around their back, broad and steady, while his other hand rested lightly near their shoulder. He didn’t squeeze too hard. He didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there and let them breathe.

Y/N slowly relaxed against him.

For a while, the tunnel was quiet.

Then Raph spoke, voice low near the top of their head.

“I hate that somebody made you look at yourself different.”

Y/N closed their eyes.

“Because the way I see you?” he continued, quieter now. “Ain’t got nothin’ to do with whatever garbage came outta them.”

Y/N’s fingers curled lightly against him.

Raph swallowed, clearly fighting with the words. Feelings were not his favorite battlefield.

But for them, he tried.

“You’re kind,” he said. “And funny, even when you don’t mean to be. You listen when people talk, like it actually matters. You make this place feel less like a hole in the ground.”

Y/N gave a watery laugh against him. “That’s romantic.”

Raph scoffed, but there was warmth in it. “You know what I mean.”

“I do.”

“And for the record,” he added, “there’s nothin’ about you that needs to be fixed just because somebody couldn’t keep their mouth shut.”

Y/N went quiet.

That one landed deep.

Raph felt it in the way they held onto him a little tighter.

He let them.

After a minute, Y/N whispered, “It’s hard not to believe it sometimes.”

Raph’s face changed.

The anger drained out, leaving something more honest behind.

“Yeah,” he said. “I know.”

Y/N pulled back just enough to look at him.

He didn’t meet their eyes right away. His gaze moved to the cracked tiles on the wall.

“People say stuff,” he muttered. “They stare. They judge. They think because they don’t understand somethin’, they get to name it. Like if they call it ugly or wrong or scary, that makes it true.”

Y/N’s expression softened painfully.

Raph’s mouth twisted. “Took me a long time to figure out people can be loud and still be wrong.”

The words settled between them.

Y/N looked up at him, heart aching a little.

“Raph…”

He shook his head like he didn’t want pity. “I ain’t sayin’ it for that. I’m sayin’… I get it. That voice that sticks around after the person leaves? I get it.”

Y/N nodded slowly.

Raph finally looked at them.

“But I’m tellin’ you right now,” he said, voice deep and steady, “that voice don’t get to be louder than mine. Not tonight.”

Y/N’s eyes watered again, but this time, their smile came with it.

“What’s your voice saying?”

Raph looked caught off guard.

“What?”

“You said that voice doesn’t get to be louder than yours,” Y/N said softly. “So what is yours saying?”

Raph stared at them.

Then he looked away with a grumble. “You’re really gonna make me say it?”

A tiny smile tugged at their mouth. “Maybe.”

He huffed, but there was no real irritation in it.

“Fine.”

He shifted, suddenly very interested in the wall beside them.

“My voice is sayin’…” He paused, jaw working as if the sentence was physically fighting him. “You’re worth lookin’ at kindly. You’re worth talkin’ to gently. You’re worth bein’ around even on the days you don’t feel like you are.”

Y/N’s smile faded into something much more tender.

Raph continued, quieter.

“And you’re not hard to care about.”

That was the one.

Y/N’s breath caught.

Raph looked down at them then, his tough expression softening in a way he rarely let anyone see.

“You hear me, Y/N?”

Y/N nodded, but their voice was barely there. “Yeah.”

“Nah.” His brow lifted. “I need words.”

They breathed out shakily. “I hear you.”

“Good.”

For a moment, they just stood there, close in the quiet. Raph’s hand stayed near their shoulder, grounding and warm. He looked like he still wanted to find whoever had hurt them and scare some manners into them, but he kept himself there. With Y/N. Where he was needed more.

Eventually, Y/N wiped their face again. “Sorry I ruined movie night.”

Raph gave them a flat look.

They paused. “Right. No apologizing.”

“Look at you learnin’.”

That earned him another small laugh.

He nodded toward the main lair. “You wanna go back?”

Y/N hesitated.

Raph noticed. “Or we don’t.”

“But everyone’s gonna ask.”

“I’ll handle ‘em.”

“How?”

He shrugged. “By lookin’ mean.”

“You always look mean.”

“Exactly. I’m qualified.”

Y/N smiled a little wider this time.

Raph felt something in his chest ease.

Not completely. He knew hurt didn’t vanish just because someone said the right thing. Words could comfort, but they couldn’t erase everything. He knew that too.

But Y/N looked a little less folded in on themself.

That was enough for now.

Instead of heading back right away, Raph led them to a quieter corner of the station where an old bench sat against the wall. He dusted it off with one large hand before motioning for them to sit.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Did you just clean a bench for me?”

“Don’t make it weird.”

“That was kind of sweet.”

“Don’t make that weird either.”

They sat down, and Raph sat beside them after a moment, the bench creaking under his weight.

Y/N glanced over. “Is this bench safe?”

Raph looked offended. “I ain’t that heavy.”

The bench creaked again.

Y/N pressed their lips together.

Raph pointed at them. “Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinkin’ it.”

“I was thinking many things.”

“Think quieter.”

A laugh escaped them, more real this time, and Raph’s gaze softened when they looked away.

There they were.

Not fixed. Not magically okay.

But there.

He rested his elbows on his knees, hands clasped loosely, and stared out at the old tracks.

“You know,” he said, “when people got nothin’ better to do than pick at somebody else, that usually says more about them than the person they’re talkin’ about.”

Y/N leaned back against the wall. “I know that in my head.”

“Yeah,” Raph said. “Heart takes longer.”

They looked at him.

He shrugged. “What? I got wisdom sometimes.”

“You do.”

“Donnie would pass out hearin’ that.”

“Leo would make it a lesson.”

“Mikey would put it on a shirt.”

Y/N laughed again.

Raph smiled to himself, small and crooked.

For a few minutes, they sat side by side, letting the heaviness loosen little by little.

You said looking down, “ I hate that I kept thinking about it. Like, I kept wondering if they were right.”

Raph’s smile disappeared.

He turned his head toward them.

“They weren’t.”

“You don’t even know exactly what they said.”

“Don’t need to.”

Y/N studied him. “How can you be so sure?”

“Because people who wanna make you feel small don’t get to define you.”

His answer came immediately. No hesitation. No doubt.

Y/N’s expression softened.

Raph looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers once. “Look, I ain’t good at all the… feelings stuff.”

“You’re doing pretty good.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

He glanced at them, caught off guard again, then looked away before they could see too much of the fondness on his face.

“I just mean,” he continued, “I can’t climb inside your head and throw out every bad thought. Wish I could. Would make things easier.”

“That sounds terrifying.”

“Yeah, well, I’d be polite.”

“You? Polite?”

He smirked. “For you? Maybe.”

Y/N’s face warmed slightly, and they looked down.

Raph noticed, but didn’t tease. Not tonight.

Instead, he nudged their shoe lightly with his own.

“But I can remind you,” he said. “As many times as you need. I can sit here when it gets loud in your head. I can walk with you when you don’t wanna go back alone. I can tell Mikey to stop askin’ questions if he gets nosy.”

“That last one might be impossible.”

“I’ve handled worse.”

Y/N smiled, then grew quiet again.

After a moment, they whispered, “Thank you.”

Raph didn’t brush it off.

He wanted to. It was instinct. Say “yeah, whatever,” pretend his chest didn’t feel too full, pretend this didn’t matter as much as it did.

But Y/N deserved better than that.

So he nodded.

“Anytime.”

They looked over at him.

The word hung there.

Anytime.

Not only when it was convenient. Not only when the lair was calm. Not only when they could explain perfectly why they were upset.

Anytime.

Raph meant it.

Eventually, the distant sound of Mikey yelling drifted through the tunnels.

“Raph! Y/N! If you guys are having a dramatic emotional moment, I respect it, but Leo says the pizza’s getting cold!”

Y/N blinked.

Raph closed his eyes and inhaled slowly through his nose.

“I’m gonna put him in a trash can.”

Y/N laughed, really laughed this time, and Raph’s annoyance softened almost instantly.

From somewhere farther away, Leo’s voice echoed, “Do not put Mikey in a trash can.”

Mikey yelled, “Thank you, fearless leader!”

Donnie added, “Statistically, he would fit.”

“Donnie!”

Y/N covered their mouth, shoulders shaking with laughter.

Raph watched them with quiet satisfaction, like their laugh had patched something inside him too.

He stood first, then offered his hand.

Y/N looked at it.

His fingers were huge compared to theirs, rough from training and fighting and holding the world back from the people he loved.

They took his hand.

Raph helped them stand with careful ease, like it was nothing at all.

Before they headed back, Y/N paused. “Raph?”

“Yeah?”

“Again, thank you for that. Talking to me, knocking some sense into me.”

“Anytime. If you want to get rid of them I can do that too.” He said with a wicked smirk.

“Yeah let’s not do that, we have to be the bigger person.” You said to tone down his somewhat offer.

He groaned, slightly annoyed that you jokingly didn’t agree to him.

“I’ll always be here.” He said going back to what you said. “I will always be here for moments like this.”

You looked at him, locking eyes with him.

You didn’t say anything but your face said it all.

Y/N’s smile was small, but it stayed.

Raph noticed, happy that your sweet smile is back.

“Did you really mean that I make this place feel less like a hole in the ground?”

Raph choked on his air-

“Y-Yeah.” He said forward because he did not lie. He wouldn’t lie to you.

“I meant it, sweet thing.” Raph said like it was nothing, but a little dark tint of green glazed his face.

What he didn’t see is that your face already went pink.

When they returned to the main room, Mikey immediately opened his mouth.

Raph pointed at him without looking. “Don’t.”

Mikey slowly closed his mouth.

Donnie raised his brows. Leo gave Raph one brief, knowing look, then turned back to the TV without saying a word.

Y/N sat back on the couch. This time, they didn’t sit at the edge like they were ready to leave. They tucked themself into the corner, and after a second, Raph sat near them, close enough that his shoulder almost touched theirs.

Mikey, apparently deciding to be helpful, tossed a blanket in their direction.

It landed on Raph’s face.

The room went silent.

Y/N froze.

Raph slowly pulled the blanket off his head and stared at Mikey.

Mikey winced. “In my defense—”

“You got three seconds.”

Mikey bolted.

Y/N burst out laughing.

Raph watched Mikey run, then looked at Y/N, grumbling under his breath as he handed them the blanket properly.

“Here.”

Y/N accepted it, still smiling. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

They wrapped the blanket around themself and settled back into the couch. The movie kept playing. Mikey eventually returned, wisely sitting on the opposite side of the room. Donnie resumed tinkering. Leo pretended not to notice the way Raph stayed close.

But Raph did.

He noticed everything.

He noticed when Y/N’s smile faded a little during a quiet moment. He noticed when their fingers tightened around the blanket. He noticed when that faraway look tried to creep back in.

And each time, he nudged them gently. Not enough to draw attention. Just enough to remind them he was there.

A brush of his knuckles against the blanket.

A low comment about the terrible movie.

A quiet, “You good?”

And every time, Y/N came back a little easier.

Later, when the movie ended and the others started arguing about what to watch next, Y/N leaned slightly toward Raph.

“Hey,” they whispered.

He looked down. “Hm?”

“Your voice is louder.”

Raph didn’t answer right away.

Then his mouth curved into the smallest, softest smile.

“Good.”

Y/N looked back at the TV, still wrapped in the blanket, still a little tender from the day, but not alone in it anymore.

Raph stayed beside them, arms crossed, expression gruff, presence steady.

Like a wall.

Like shelter.

Like someone who would stand between them and every cruel word if he could.

And when the bad thoughts tried to whisper again, when the old ache tried to return, Y/N held onto the sound of his voice instead.

Not harsh.

Not careless.

Not cruel.

Just certain.

You’re not hard to care about.

And beside them, Raphael stayed.

[prompting-dialogue]

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

"I thought you said you were evil. why would you have a problem with this?"

"yeah evil as in I like to bully people not MASS MURDER"

[myceat]

They are so cute…… Even though he appeared ruthless on the ring, Randy was just a baby girl in 2007……

Obviously, John thinks so too

[basic-punkanomics]

I miss my diva