Vicky's daily life

@selfless1978

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I've been thinking on something for awhile and I strongly feel I should post this.

I've been getting some new followers lately and I am honestly thrilled. More than you would at first believe. But the why is a story I will not tell.

But, because of the way my life has been and current events, I would feel better if I posted some kind of disclaimer.

I'm going to be blunt. I suffer from serious depression, anxiety and PTSD from multiple traumas. I have been admitted twice into the acute psyche ward for suicidal tendencies and did a five week stint last October/November so I could get my depression under control because I honestly couldn't do it myself, even with medication. I will have good days, and I will have bad days. Some days I'll be the biggest clown you will ever meet, others im the one trying not to cry in the corner. I will flux, sometimes rapidly. I can be fiercely independent one moment, the next I don't fit in and I desperately want to bombard someone about my feelings and issues. I've learned to not actually do that anymore, but the feeling of needing to is there.

Also, I am an Army veteran. I was in the Military Police corps. I have many army buddies who I am still in touch with. I am proud of my service, and what I did. And every year, if I am up to it, I will honor current troops, veterans and those who lost their lives along the way.

Lastly, I have childhood trauma that I still struggle with. So some issues I am very passionate about. I try to keep a lid on those. Thing is, its a part of me and always will be.

Now, from here on out, you know what to expect from me. If this is something you can not or do not wish to deal with, then I kindly ask that you back away and leave me alone. I don't want pity. Nor am I posting this for attention.

I'm posting this so there is a clear understanding from the beginning that I'm a fucking walking psychiatrist text book on mental issues and if you can't take the bad with the good, then perhaps I'm not the right tumblr for you to follow.

CURIOSITY ALMOST KILLED THE SQUISHIES

Vicky slowly raised a brow at Jessica. If Vicky hadn't been so jaded and reclusive, these two could have been twins.

"And you tell me not to get killed by him." Vicky muttered.

@infuriatedleprechaun

"Sounds about right to me." Vicky said mildly agreeing with Sideswipe. The human form snickered.

"See, even she agrees with me!"

"You're not much better though." Vicky told him.

"Hey!"

Now it was Jessica's turn to snicker.

"Ironhide told me stuff on patrol nights with him." Vicky shrugged. "You take being hell on wheels literally."

@infuriatedleprechaun

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Vicky blushed. There was no hiding the red tomato cheeks as she floundered a moment.

"Well, I, I mean...." God woman! Get it together! He's complimenting you and you're acting all stupid!

Vicky took in a deep breath and tried again. Still blushing. "I don't mind at all." She managed without stuttering. "As a matter of fact, I'd love to come by and check your place out."

She smiled genuinely at him. The ease of which she was able to talk to him still honestly astounded her. And he seemed very honest about his intentions with his practice and care concerns. That alone made something inside her melt a little. He sounded like a wonderful person overall. But, she still barely knew him. And besides, a man this good is usually already snapped up by some lucky chick that definitely wasn't her.

Then she noticed that both of their meals were pretty much finished and they would have to go their separate ways soon. She sighed softly as she gathered her trash. -------------------------------

Leo nodded at her when she suggested coming by. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Slipping a card from it he slid it over to her. "That is for my studio, all the information is on the card. If you want to make sure I am there, just call the number on the card and there will be a message stating what hours I am available." He smiled as he left the card on the table for her to pick up at her leisure. "Well it looks like our meal is finished. You my personal number and now my studio, if you need to get a hold of me you shouldn't have any issues. I will talk to my brothers about the scrap and get back to you with a time and date that they are available. Knowing them it will be relatively soon." Leo stood up and put all their combined trash on the tray and took it over to the trash can, putting the tray on top with the rest, he headed back over to the table and offered his hand to Vicky to help her up. He was a gentleman after all and it would be rude to do otherwise.

@selfless1978

Vicky blinked. It took her befuddled mind a moment to respond by shyly taking his had and let him pull her to her feet. It was strange. He was gentle, and his hand comfortably warm. But she could also feel the calloused spots from some kind of hard labor. She didn't expect that from a yoga instructor.

"Thank you for the pleasant company." She smiled at him. He nodded with a "Likewise." and a small smile.

They said their goodbyes and Vicky drove home, still thinking of the gentle turtle with glorious blue eyes.

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*Why* did this have to be so difficult!

Vicky puffed up at her bangs to get them out of her eyes as she glared at the pile of crap. Leo and his brothers were already on their way and Vicky was trying to pull a few pieces out that she thought Leo's little brother might like. The metal peacock plant holders were easy. That had been separated already from everything else. But the butterfly and teddy bear ones somehow ended up on the bottom of old furniture and other crap.

Right now, her biggest hurdle was this broken boxspring dad had wanted to use the wood for a project he had wanted to do, but never got around to it.

Vicky sighed, then pushed the tears away. If she started now, she wasn't sure she was going to stop.

Instead, she redirected her pain into frustrated anger. Grumbling under her breath, she marched determined towards the pile just as she heard the heavy vehicles arrive. Vicky gripped the stupid boxspring and pulled with everything she had.

First it wouldn't budge, then with a crack it broke free all at once. Vicky's eyes grew wide in surprise as the entire pile shifted. Then the boxspring crashed into her, knocking her on her back and covering her. There was no missing the cacophony of noise that followed as most of the junk fell ontop of her. A single hubcap bouncing and rolling towards the four brothers as they got out of their trucks.

"A little help, please?" Vicky's muffled voice came from under the pile after she heard the doors close.

And was someone laughing?

@nyc-mutants

Leo finished up his day and headed home. He had texted his brothers for a family meeting not long after parting ways with Vicky. When he got home his brothers didn't take too long to show up they understood how punctual Leo was and it wasn't too often he called family meetings these days. "Thank you all for arriving quickly." Leo sat in his chair while his brothers occupied his couch. "I met someone today that really could use a helping hand. She has recently lost both her parents and has a property with a lot of scrap that needs handling or she will be fined. I could tell this was something she couldn't afford and while we no longer have to pick from junk piles, it is still something I know at least Mike continues to do."

Mikey chuckled and nodded his head. Raph looked suspicious and somber.

"So, this some kind of outreach we are doin or what?"

Leo cleared his throat. "No this woman is prideful, she has just fallen on hard times and it isn't like we don't have the time and resources to help. I figured this was a good way to offer help without it seeming like a hand out or charity."

"Well I am always down for some good scrap so you can count me in. I have been meaning to take a trip to the junk yard, this saves me time." Mike twirled a nunchuck and smiled at Leo. "So is she cute?"

Leo rolled his eyes at Mike and looked between Raph and Don. "It would go faster if we all went but I understand if neither of you want to go."

Donatello shook his head. "I am fine going, I don't really use scrap as much as I used to, but it does help with prototypes and gives me something I can use I don't have to worry about breaking. I could use some time away from my lab and get a little fresh air anyway. I am fine going." Raph huffed a deep sigh. "Fine I'll go, only to make it go faster. We can take the trucks and I'll do the heavy liftin." He smirked and looked at Leo for a few moments. "So.. Is she? Cute I mean."

Leonardo groaned and rubbed his face. "She is pretty, not that it matters. Though I get the feeling she might try to punch anyone that flirts with her."

The conversation continued and Leo texted Vicky to set up a time for them to arrive and shared it with his brothers so they could put it on their calendars.

The time arrived and they hopped into two of their larger trucks, meant for hauling large or heavy items around, and headed to the location Vicky had sent.

When they arrived Leo squinted at the sun and looked around. He heard some noises then a loud crash. They all ran towards the sound and Mike chuckled a little at the small voice asking for help coming from under the pile. He received a glare from both Don and Leo.

The brothers began helping move junk off the pile to free Vicky.

"You could have waited." Leo admonished once Vicky was free. "I told you when we would be here. I am just glad you aren't hurt."

@selfless1978

Vicky hid her embarrassed blush by leaning down to dust her pants off. "I was just trying to get a head start." She mumbled as she looked up.

Her smile was a bit shy still towards him, but she was happy to see him again. She didn't have many friends and he really had potential to be one. He was honest, kind and friendly. And something else about him let him slip through her defenses. She still couldn't figure out exactly what is was.

"You must be Leonardo's brothers." She smiled and offered a handshake. "I'm Vicky. Thank you for helping me with this mess."

@nyc-mutants

Friendship Blooms

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Vicky blushed. There was no hiding the red tomato cheeks as she floundered a moment.

"Well, I, I mean...." God woman! Get it together! He's complimenting you and you're acting all stupid!

Vicky took in a deep breath and tried again. Still blushing. "I don't mind at all." She managed without stuttering. "As a matter of fact, I'd love to come by and check your place out."

She smiled genuinely at him. The ease of which she was able to talk to him still honestly astounded her. And he seemed very honest about his intentions with his practice and care concerns. That alone made something inside her melt a little. He sounded like a wonderful person overall. But, she still barely knew him. And besides, a man this good is usually already snapped up by some lucky chick that definitely wasn't her.

Then she noticed that both of their meals were pretty much finished and they would have to go their separate ways soon. She sighed softly as she gathered her trash. -------------------------------

Leo nodded at her when she suggested coming by. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Slipping a card from it he slid it over to her. "That is for my studio, all the information is on the card. If you want to make sure I am there, just call the number on the card and there will be a message stating what hours I am available." He smiled as he left the card on the table for her to pick up at her leisure. "Well it looks like our meal is finished. You my personal number and now my studio, if you need to get a hold of me you shouldn't have any issues. I will talk to my brothers about the scrap and get back to you with a time and date that they are available. Knowing them it will be relatively soon." Leo stood up and put all their combined trash on the tray and took it over to the trash can, putting the tray on top with the rest, he headed back over to the table and offered his hand to Vicky to help her up. He was a gentleman after all and it would be rude to do otherwise.

@selfless1978

Vicky blinked. It took her befuddled mind a moment to respond by shyly taking his had and let him pull her to her feet. It was strange. He was gentle, and his hand comfortably warm. But she could also feel the calloused spots from some kind of hard labor. She didn't expect that from a yoga instructor.

"Thank you for the pleasant company." She smiled at him. He nodded with a "Likewise." and a small smile.

They said their goodbyes and Vicky drove home, still thinking of the gentle turtle with glorious blue eyes.

.

.

*Why* did this have to be so difficult!

Vicky puffed up at her bangs to get them out of her eyes as she glared at the pile of crap. Leo and his brothers were already on their way and Vicky was trying to pull a few pieces out that she thought Leo's little brother might like. The metal peacock plant holders were easy. That had been separated already from everything else. But the butterfly and teddy bear ones somehow ended up on the bottom of old furniture and other crap.

Right now, her biggest hurdle was this broken boxspring dad had wanted to use the wood for a project he had wanted to do, but never got around to it.

Vicky sighed, then pushed the tears away. If she started now, she wasn't sure she was going to stop.

Instead, she redirected her pain into frustrated anger. Grumbling under her breath, she marched determined towards the pile just as she heard the heavy vehicles arrive. Vicky gripped the stupid boxspring and pulled with everything she had.

First it wouldn't budge, then with a crack it broke free all at once. Vicky's eyes grew wide in surprise as the entire pile shifted. Then the boxspring crashed into her, knocking her on her back and covering her. There was no missing the cacophony of noise that followed as most of the junk fell ontop of her. A single hubcap bouncing and rolling towards the four brothers as they got out of their trucks.

"A little help, please?" Vicky's muffled voice came from under the pile after she heard the doors close.

And was someone laughing?

@nyc-mutants

#yes #this actually happened to me #i burned the damn thing #i also told no one #NO ONE!

tri-point-bruiser

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@selfless1978

Raph could feel her nervousness and sense her beginning arousal. She was fighting her own thoughts and emotions and he understood why. This was a lot and sometimes he knew he could be a bit much to handle, even on a good day. He smiled at her and lifted a hand to stroke her cheek with a knuckle and pet her hair.

"It's ok, just breathe. We don't gotta do nothin yet. I think it would be better to take things slow anyway, I don't wanna hurt ya or rush ya. How about we just try snugglin a little?" Raph lifted an arm and gestured for her to scoot closer.

"Honestly, if I wanted ta trap ya, I got better ways of doin it than this. C'mon, bring it in." He was smiling, trying to keep the mood light.

Vicky blushed a bit at that. She knew he was joking, but exactly how much of that banana needed an upgrade?

She found herself wondering what to say next. Most of the difficult stuff had been addressed. Except stuff she kept locked very deep within. That conversation she wasn't ready to have with him just yet. Though she knew he needed to know certain limitations on her part, and why she had them.

At the moment, this was still very new, and to her very fragile. Vicky didn't want to risk shattering this relationship just yet.

Because her mind was going a mile a minute still, she wasn't really paying attention as her finger restlessly wandered. In a way mirroring her unspoken agitation. It trailed over his plastron. Feeling the valleys and ridges. Despite the many scuffs and a few scars, it felt smooth under her finger. A sharp contrast to his pebbly skin. This man was full of these contrasts. Mentally, emotionally and physically. So complex, but yet also easy to understand.

"Raph?" Her finger moved from his chest to his lips. "I've always been curious, how did you get this scar?"

@tri-point-bruiser

tri-point-bruiser

Raph adjusted his position in his chair so he was facing her. Even sitting down he was about as tall as her, since he towered over everyone when he stood it made the conversation easier. He watched her, clocking her expression. He could feel the warmth of her touch through his plates, it wasn't as sensitive as where it connected or his skin, but he could still feel her touch.

He regarded her question for a moment before answering. "Same way I get all my scars. Fightin..." He had scars from all kinds of events. Mostly through fighting others. Some were done to him, like his cracked shell. Some of his scars he could even blame on Leo. When they started sparing with actual weapons there were some injuries and he was one of them.

Raphael wasn't trying to be obtuse he was just being honest. "There a reason you wanna know? Not all the stories are fun. Some are a little funny, and some of them are from dumb shit I would rather not admit to." He gave her something, not wanting to seem too stand offish. "Ya wanna move this to the livin room so we can sit together, or stay in the bed room?"

@selfless1978

"We all did dumb shit we'd rather not admit to." Vicky chuckled. "I got a couple stories of my own." She traced her finger gently over his scar on his lip. "Honestly, this looks like you cut yourself while trying to pick your teeth with your sai." She gently teased.

He started grumbling softly and Vicky gently laughed and cupped his cheek. "Oh, Raph, I do love you."

She reinforced that with a soft kiss to his lips.

"And I'm fine where ever you are comfortable with us being right now."

@tri-point-bruiser

tri-point-bruiser

Raph laughed gently when she said the scar was from his own sai. She was half right, he got it from his own sai, but not because he was picking his teeth. Though he did do that sometimes and splinter always got on his ass about it. Said it was disrespectful.

There was a pause, and a slow blink, and then a kiss. The kiss he could deal with, the words, knocked the breath right out of him. That was not what he was expecting to hear and he froze like an idiot.

Clearing his throat Raphael blinked again and then smirked, pulling that confidence back over himself. "Keep kissin me and we are gonna have to move this to the bed." He put a hand on her leg, gripping it gently. She wouldn't be able to move away from him unless she tried really hard. He had a grip but it wasn't painful, just firm. "That somethin ya might want?" The last thing he was going to do was push.

They could start slow, that much he could do for her.

@selfless1978

Vicky looked into his eyes. He had gorgeous eyes. And the light Asian tilt to them at some angels made him look more exotic than he already was. He really was beautiful, even if he couldn't see it himself. Or didn't want to admit it because he was a stubborn ass.

She licked her lips a moment as she thought. Vicky could either turn the conversation to their usual flirting banter. Or she could just....let herself give in fully. He wasn't Leo, but he didn't need to be. Raph, was enough. Had always been enough for her. He had been someone who had stuck by her through some very emotionally turbulent times.

Vicky didn't noticed she lowered her eyes as she thought. And when she raised them, she knew what the right choice was. She leaned in, cupped his cheeks in her hands and kissed him deeply.

She took the plunge.

@tri-point-bruiser

"Thank you." Vicky took her time to smile at the cashier as she picked up her order, despite her headache and aching feet. Not to mention the tension building between her shoulder blades. No need to punish the girl for being tired and sore.

Her attention was firmly fixed on getting a better hold on her take out. This place just opened up, and it was packed with people wanting to try out the Asian cuisine, and of course the large variety of Boba they had.

She had the bag secured, but the drink carrier was a different story. Someone bumped into her arm, and the flimsy tray of course immediately toppled out of her had.

Full of chagrin she watched as it seemed to fall in slow motion, the liquid goodness slamming into the ground. The cups immediately split, splashing the drinks up and then back down. Right onto a pair of large feet.

Oh no......

"I'm so sorry!" The hurting, tired and now embarrassed woman looked up into the owner's face, and into the bluest eyes she'd ever seen..... Never had she seen that gorgeous shade in person before. "I'm really not having a good day, and I just made your's worse."

Leonardo had finished his morning classes and had a craving for the new boba tea spot that had opened up. The food was delicious, light, and actually somewhat healthy. The boba teas were slightly less healthy, but the sweetness was welcome. He had showered at the studio and slipped on some casual clothes. It felt inappropriate to wear his yoga gear out and about. Leo prided himself on looking professional. It was bright out and his shades were only barely making it bearable. He really hoped the place wasn't too crowded, he had wanted to sit down and enjoy his food. However, since this was a new establishment it was always packed it seemed. Sometimes there were lulls, but not for long. As he strode to the door he frowned, yep, packed. Well he would just have to get it to go. Stepping into the crowded restaurant Leo was surrounded by people. He was still trying to figure out where the end of the line was when he bumped into someone. As he looked down he saw their drink splatter all over his shoes and a little on his pants near the ankle.

Leo took in the somewhat disheveled looking woman. His face remaining neutral as she apologized. These kinds of accidents were bound to happen with how crowded this place was and he wasn't about to take an accident out on someone. "Nothing to worry about, the damage is not permanent. If you will point me to where the actual end of the line is I will replace your drink. This was as much my fault as your own, I should have paid more attention." He grabbed a napkin off her tray and quickly wiped off his pants and shoes just so they would be easier to clean later. Standing up he nodded at her. "Pardon, and thank you. What were you drinking? I will add it to my order, as long as you don't mind waiting?"

Vicky hummed in thought a moment. She'd never been really in the whole health retreat thing, so she had to carefully think on how to answer.

"Me personally? If it's a place where I could feel safe, and honestly truly relax and let go of things? Not have to worry about anything traumatizing happening..... Leonardo, that security alone would make someone like me interested. I can't speak for others, but I myself would search out a space like that. How many out there refuse to seek help like therapeutic massages just because they can't let their guard of strangers down. I say spread your practice. You have a loyal customer base, spread that umbrella and I'm sure word will get out that it's a safe place to go."

Still forming her thoughts into words, she leaned back in her chair and looked absently over his head into some unknown void. Her eyes seeming lost within a different part of her life. Searching for her own life experiences to help lay the entire picture out in front of him.

"But, the danger of expansion is, how much can you personally oversee? Will you still be able to protect your clients if your attention is divided even more? You will have to risk hiring staff, and hope they turn out decent. Train them what to look for, and also be firm with the dreaded 'Karens'. You would have to make it perfectly clear that profit isn't what is driving you, the well-being of those who visit your establishment is. Also, hire security. Someone who knows how to be firm, but also compassionate. No nonsense, but understanding that some folks genuinely break down in places like that out of fear of past events happening again. It's something a lot of places don't really get the mix right. If I personally were to be interested, that is what I would look for in a place. Hell, if you could provide that, I definitely would be curious enough to at least poke my head in the door. I don't want high class 'spoil me', I want the comfort from being safe and being able to fully decompress."

Vicky lowered her gaze slowly again to meet his eyes. "No one ever really caters to the past trauma victims. It's always about profit. Customer service is nice because they have to be, or they lose out financially because rich, spoiled, customers are mad because they get told no. It should be called 'ensure profit service'. But what about those of us who literally have no place to go......"

Vicky then blushed, suddenly lowering her gaze from his. She didn't mean to dive that deep, and she wasn't entirely sure her words were the type of words she should be throwing onto the table. It seemed more directed to her individual preferences than what he was actually asking. She would love to go to a spa, but she was simply too scared. For many reasons. She only chipped at the top of that ice berg.

"And it should be affordable." She almost mumbled, throwing a more common complaint out there to deflect from her private wishes a bit. "But I get that you need to make a living too, so that might be a bit difficult to negotiate prices."

Leo remained quiet and looked thoughtful while she spoke. She had brought up things he hadn't even really considered and she was asking all the right questions. No one else had given him this thorough of an answer and he appreciated it. She made excellent points and tapped into a line of business he hadn't even really considered. Therapy. Or therapeutic services. Yes most spas offered relaxation options, but some offered legitimate physical therapy and that was a lot harder to come by, especially at affordable prices. He would have to think over the logistics of it, but she had sparked an idea in him. "I appreciate your feedback. No one else has been quite as informative. I like how you mentioned therapeutic massage. I hadn't really considered it but yoga is often used as a form of physical therapy for a variety of medical situations. I could change my studio to a place of healing if I really put my mind to it. I would have to look into what kind of education and certifications are required, but even if I cannot be one of the individuals handling the therapy, I could certainly hire people." He considered her other comments as he took a bit of his chicken and sipped at his boba. "If I was in it for profit, I wouldn't have opened a yoga studio that only offers private classes." He smirked slightly and bit back a chuckle. "I am not in this for the money. That has never been a motivator for me, the money I mean." He knew he was risking showing his hand, he didn't really want to let her know he was rich, but at the same time, a quick search online would out him anyway. Donatello's patents and inventions had basically made sure they were set for life and Don wasn't selfish. He gave freely to his brothers, refusing to keep it all for himself. Though Raph and Mike were able to turn a profit from their businesses, but without Don's initial investments they would be broke too. "I am more interested in helping others, in whatever ways I can. The idea of adding not just a spa, but genuine therapeutic options to my studio, maybe even adding on a physical therapy suite, that appeals to me and my ideals. I will have to do research as I said, but I have to thank you for giving me such a wonderful idea. I might never have consider it or come up with it on my own. You have a unique mind and you see where problems are that aren't being solved. I appreciate that and I hope you don't mind if I take the idea and run with it."

Vicky blushed. There was no hiding the red tomato cheeks as she floundered a moment.

"Well, I, I mean...." God woman! Get it together! He's complimenting you and you're acting all stupid!

Vicky took in a deep breath and tried again. Still blushing. "I don't mind at all." She managed without stuttering. "As a matter of fact, I'd love to come by and check your place out."

She smiled genuinely at him. The ease of which she was able to talk to him still honestly astounded her. And he seemed very honest about his intentions with his practice and care concerns. That alone made something inside her melt a little. He sounded like a wonderful person overall. But, she still barely knew him. And besides, a man this good is usually already snapped up by some lucky chick that definitely wasn't her.

Then she noticed that both of their meals were pretty much finished and they would have to go their separate ways soon. She sighed softly as she gathered her trash.

@nyc-mutants

tri-point-bruiser

Diving into Red

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@selfless1978

Raph could feel her nervousness and sense her beginning arousal. She was fighting her own thoughts and emotions and he understood why. This was a lot and sometimes he knew he could be a bit much to handle, even on a good day. He smiled at her and lifted a hand to stroke her cheek with a knuckle and pet her hair.

"It's ok, just breathe. We don't gotta do nothin yet. I think it would be better to take things slow anyway, I don't wanna hurt ya or rush ya. How about we just try snugglin a little?" Raph lifted an arm and gestured for her to scoot closer.

"Honestly, if I wanted ta trap ya, I got better ways of doin it than this. C'mon, bring it in." He was smiling, trying to keep the mood light.

Vicky blushed a bit at that. She knew he was joking, but exactly how much of that banana needed an upgrade?

She found herself wondering what to say next. Most of the difficult stuff had been addressed. Except stuff she kept locked very deep within. That conversation she wasn't ready to have with him just yet. Though she knew he needed to know certain limitations on her part, and why she had them.

At the moment, this was still very new, and to her very fragile. Vicky didn't want to risk shattering this relationship just yet.

Because her mind was going a mile a minute still, she wasn't really paying attention as her finger restlessly wandered. In a way mirroring her unspoken agitation. It trailed over his plastron. Feeling the valleys and ridges. Despite the many scuffs and a few scars, it felt smooth under her finger. A sharp contrast to his pebbly skin. This man was full of these contrasts. Mentally, emotionally and physically. So complex, but yet also easy to understand.

"Raph?" Her finger moved from his chest to his lips. "I've always been curious, how did you get this scar?"

@tri-point-bruiser

tri-point-bruiser

Raph adjusted his position in his chair so he was facing her. Even sitting down he was about as tall as her, since he towered over everyone when he stood it made the conversation easier. He watched her, clocking her expression. He could feel the warmth of her touch through his plates, it wasn't as sensitive as where it connected or his skin, but he could still feel her touch.

He regarded her question for a moment before answering. "Same way I get all my scars. Fightin..." He had scars from all kinds of events. Mostly through fighting others. Some were done to him, like his cracked shell. Some of his scars he could even blame on Leo. When they started sparing with actual weapons there were some injuries and he was one of them.

Raphael wasn't trying to be obtuse he was just being honest. "There a reason you wanna know? Not all the stories are fun. Some are a little funny, and some of them are from dumb shit I would rather not admit to." He gave her something, not wanting to seem too stand offish. "Ya wanna move this to the livin room so we can sit together, or stay in the bed room?"

@selfless1978

"We all did dumb shit we'd rather not admit to." Vicky chuckled. "I got a couple stories of my own." She traced her finger gently over his scar on his lip. "Honestly, this looks like you cut yourself while trying to pick your teeth with your sai." She gently teased.

He started grumbling softly and Vicky gently laughed and cupped his cheek. "Oh, Raph, I do love you."

She reinforced that with a soft kiss to his lips.

"And I'm fine where ever you are comfortable with us being right now."

@tri-point-bruiser

CURIOSITY ALMOST KILLED THE SQUISHIES

Vicky slowly raised a brow at Jessica. If Vicky hadn't been so jaded and reclusive, these two could have been twins.

"And you tell me not to get killed by him." Vicky muttered.

@infuriatedleprechaun

Vicky came up and tossed her bag next to where her friends were sitting. "Leo is better." She said with a raised brow. "If you are going to run around out of uniform, at least pick the right turtle."

@infuriatedleprechaun

tri-point-bruiser

Vicky is gonna be visitin me this weekend so I thought I would whip her up a lil pre-visit surprise. Girl you know we are gonna have fun, and I can't wait ta see ya!

Drive safe ya walnut.

@selfless1978

I AM NOT A WALNUT!

Can't wait to see you, big guy.

tri-point-bruiser

Just remember, yer gonna have ta wait until dark so we can sneak into the hotel room for shenanigans. I'll bring games and booze!

Yer absolutely a walnut. Tough to crack, but worth the wait cause yer so damn tasty!

YOU, might have to wait till dark. My happy ass can go in. Do you want me waiting with clothes on or off?

And I'm not a walnut. It's you who is gonna bust a nut.

tri-point-bruiser

Vicky is gonna be visitin me this weekend so I thought I would whip her up a lil pre-visit surprise. Girl you know we are gonna have fun, and I can't wait ta see ya!

Drive safe ya walnut.

@selfless1978

I AM NOT A WALNUT!

Can't wait to see you, big guy.

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@miniselfless08

tri-point-bruiser

⭐️ Vicky.

Send me ★ + a name of another muse / character in my muse's canon and they'll talk about their relationship with them

[OLD closed meme that I am just finishing up]

★ + Vicky

Now if this ain’t one of the most complicated relationships in my life, I dunno what is. I know how much she loves Leo, how he is her number one, her everything. Hell I can’t really blame her, and to be honest, I would be lyin if I said I wasn’t a bit jealous about it. However, what we got is still stronger than people realize. Vicky has been there for me in ways that I don’t even know how to put into words. That woman is strong, strong of heart and spirit. It is hard not ta fall for someone like her. Even if things never turn romantic for us, doesn’t mean I would not hit that like the fist of an angry god were I given the right chance. I respect her though, so I would never overstep my boundaries, but shit that woman makes me want to be just a little bit terrible sometimes. I hate hurtin people, but I would absolutely swipe her from Leo if there was even the slightest hint it might work. Not sayin I wouldn’t feel like a bad brother, but it wouldn’t be enough to stop me. The hardest part is not lettin things turn physical. Girl has the power to break my heart, and I know it, but damn if I don’t just want a lil taste.

Oh Raph.....you just....I mean....you......

Raph, I do love Leo. I'm not going to deny that. But, I love you just as much. I promise, I'll never break your heart. You are the *only* Raph I have ever dealt with that has actually managed to win my heart.

A light in my house suddenly turned on- AND WHO DO I SEE?!?!

pyromantic-technin

@allthefictionalboyfriends @secretlyapallascat @selfless1978

About right 😑 literally right before I saw the notification, one of mine rolled off the bed, got his claw stuck and was hanging by one arm. Then screamed at me when I went to help him.

Friggin idiots

🤦‍♀️

justlookingaroundfor-fun

Okay, I'm back, and you know what? I might be cooking something right now.

CURIOSITY ALMOST KILLED THE SQUISHIES

Vicky slowly raised a brow at Jessica. If Vicky hadn't been so jaded and reclusive, these two could have been twins.

"And you tell me not to get killed by him." Vicky muttered.

@infuriatedleprechaun

"Hmm." Vicky hummed thoughtfully. She worked a bit more on her hair, making sure the bun was tight and wouldn't fall out of place. "Sir," Vicky sat down to pull her boots on, "I honestly believe Elita is in there. This cube of yours seemed to recognize something. And I honestly believe that it's scaring the piss out of Aon. That has to be scary, not knowing if her current self will get buried if Elita comes out fully. The only thing I can say is maybe try to find a way to where they can merge without either loosing themselves."

Vicky tied her boots and quickly packed her bag, tossing her wet swimsuit into a snatched garbage bag before stuffing it in last and closing the zipper. "I'd make Sideswipe and the others back off the topic. It's upsetting and confusing her. Which is making Aon buck against the whole thing. Even Optimus. Maybe he should try loving Aon instead of forcing Elita out. Something tells me Elita will come through when she's needed the most and things will sort themselves out if everyone would just back off trying to force things."

Vicky slung her bag over her shoulder and sighed very softly. "Like I'm one to listen to about anything involving heart sensitive issues though. I'm always picking the wrong ones myself. To the point I'm tired of looking." Her voice was soft, defeated. Then she slipped her expressionless mask on and tucked any softness she let show behind it. Vicky then headed to the door, but not before a sharp stab of loneliness hit her.

To have a love like that, to carry on so long like the love Optimus had for Elita.....

Who was she kidding. That kind of fairy tale wasn't meant for her. She'd been hurt too many times to really appreciate it.

"I'm ready to go, Sir."

@infuriatedleprechaun

CURIOSITY ALMOST KILLED THE SQUISHIES

Vicky slowly raised a brow at Jessica. If Vicky hadn't been so jaded and reclusive, these two could have been twins.

"And you tell me not to get killed by him." Vicky muttered.

@infuriatedleprechaun

Vicky began to wrap her braid into a tight bun. "Then, the only plausible explanation is that it recognized something in Aon and reacted to it. Did she have these Elita lapses before it zapped her?"

@infuriatedleprechaun

CURIOSITY ALMOST KILLED THE SQUISHIES

Vicky slowly raised a brow at Jessica. If Vicky hadn't been so jaded and reclusive, these two could have been twins.

"And you tell me not to get killed by him." Vicky muttered.

@infuriatedleprechaun

Vicky thought a moment as she ran the brush through her hair. "This, Sam was it?, he was able to touch the cube and not get hurt. Right?"

Ironhide nodded. That information was safe enough to reveal since it was common knowledge.

"But Aon said it shocked her." Vicky put her brush down and began to braid her hip length hair. "Is this thing known to be sporadic like that? I mean, is, or should I say, was, there something in it to where it could just short out like that?"

@infuriatedleprechaun

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