@cloudywithachanceofautism hi I can’t find it for the LIFE of me otherwise I’d reblog it so I know you made a post a while back saying that you saw this hc of Raph having extreme body dysmorphia after the Kraang brain swap and Shredder’s mind controlling and that you want it in a fic
Anyway so I have most of a fic on this concept it's just not ready yet, in the time being here's a scrapped scene from it <3 I just couldn't figure out a way to actually put it in the work as much as I love it so uhh here's Leo worrying abt his brother, takes place like a week or so after "Plan 10" (Kraang brain swap ep)
WARNINGS: mentions of a panic attack, low-key anxiety attack, sickeningly sweet affection from Splinter to his kiddo
T- and Hamato-c/st shippers you will be blocked on sight dnfi
Leonardo, being the little tattletale he is, tells Splinter about the breakdown once the others are in bed—once he knows Raph is, at least.
"I know you're trying to meditate," he says shyly, hesitantly stepping into the dojo, "and I apologize for disturbing you, it's...this is important. May we talk for a minute?"
Splinter opens one eye to look at him for a second, and sensing that his son is truly disturbed by something, he pulls himself fully out of his meditative stance to pay attention to his kid before gesturing for him to sit down next to him.
"It's about Raphael," the turtle continues after crossing the room, sitting down as his sensei suppresses a frustrated sigh.
"Was this something to do with his temper, or impatience, again?"
Leo shakes his head, swallowing hard and staring at the mat below as he gathers his thoughts.
"I...don't really know what happened, actually," the teenager confesses. "During the fight, he seemed almost...absent—as if he blacked out. We were fine—he was fine, he just...didn't seem to be in the moment—he hardly said anything, too. At the end, the Kraang were fleeing, and one was pinned under him, and that's when he sort of...'came to', I guess."
There's a pause as Leo seems to gather his thoughts some more. Splinter, quite frankly, isn't as shocked as he wants to be—he knows his second hatched blacks out semi-frequently from his anger, though a neutral depersonalization experience is one he hasn't seen in him.
With a calming breath, Leo carries on.
"The Kraang got free and caught up with the rest of them, though Raph didn't seem to notice. He was staring at the street, and he just looked so...terrified. He was shaking, hyperventilating—he started crying, Sensei. I'd...I'd never seen that in him before. I think his temper makes him black out, Donnie said he and Mike have both seen that kind of terror in his eyes, and that's just it, Sensei—we've seen parts of it, just not the actual scene that we saw today."
Leo looks up at him then, and the worry—the fear in his eyes is so intense Splinter almost wants to look away.
"Donnie thinks it was a panic attack. We don't know if something caused it, or what's going through his head, though he does think it might have to do with the brain-switching event last week. Raph doesn't want to talk about earlier, and Mikey said he's noticed some odd behaviors from him, and—I don't know what to do, Sensei."
The rat holds his son's face as the turtle blinks away tears pricking at his eyes.
"We don't know if this has been going on for longer and we never noticed it," the leader continues, "or if this is new and the Kraang is doing something to him, or—how can we save him if he's being attacked from inside?"
Splinter looks away while he gathers his thoughts, still holding Leo's face in one paw. After a few moments, he sighs again.
"The best we can do," he says solemnly, locking eyes with his son again, "is to keep a close eye on him until we have more information. We can not risk hurting him further, even if the intent is positive."
Leo blinks away tears again, looking down and nodding his head while his heart shatters for his brother.
"Hai, Sensei."
Splinter, frankly, hates seeing any of his kids like this. Leo, as the leader, is responsible for all of his brothers when they're out and about on missions, and he feels the same sense of failure said son is feeling right now. The city—the world needs to be kept safe, and he just wants to be able to keep his kids safe with it. Still, the most helpful option in the moment is to research and observe, so that's what they'll do.
His other hand reaches out to hold the other side of Leonardo's face, and pulls him closer as he leans in to give a gentle kiss atop his head.
"Do not blame yourself," he assures as he pulls back. "There is nothing you could have done to prevent it."
Leo nods his head again, feeling even marginally better than before. Silence passes between them for only another moment or so, then the turtle feels confident enough to cave into his father for a hug, which is instantly returned with another featherlight kiss on his head.
"Get some rest, Leonardo," Splinter says gently, and his eldest nods against him. The two share a smile when they pull apart before the teen sees himself out, hoping to actually get to sleep now that he's not bottling everything up.
you already wrote a ThomasxVirgil so you don't have to do this but here's a prompt anyway: Virgil tries to stop Thomas from going out with his friends to a club (he actually went to one last night when he didn't really want to) and ends up giving him an anxiety attack so he tries to take it away and then lots of fluffy adorable platonic love, reassuring each other, and cuddling/holding ensues (you can add or take away whatever you want since it's kinda similar to the other one)
aww thank you so much! I’m happy to write more!I really really hope you’ll like this one!
Ship: Platonic!! ThomasxVirgil
Just a little heads up about the panic/anxiety attack: I wrote it in the way how it’s always for me when it happens. I know people react differently and there are a LOT of ways an anxiety attack could turn out. I am aware of that yes. Also I didn’t write THAT much about it, I hope that’s okay
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Thomas sat in the livingroom, shaking, legs pulled close and putting the phone in his handaway.
He wasn’t sure if heshould go or not and shortly before he wanted to decide, Anxietyshowed up, giving him reasons why he shouldn’t go, reminding him howuncomfortable he felt the night before, listing things that couldhappen and go wrong. Here a reason, there a reason, things that heread that happened at clubs before.
Thomas really started toget worried and started to panic more and more, thinking what couldhave happened the night before and why it was stupid of him to go. Atthis point he was glad he could send a message saying he won’t come,but then, even without Virgils influence, he started to think abouthis friends, that all those things could happen to him and damnnow he really wasworried.Worried, fingers pushed into his hair and crying. Hewanted to call someone but he just couldn’t. He couldn’t move, at thesame time thinking:“What if I call while they are driving, they getdistracted and end up in a car crash?“
Virgilhad one hand on the door frame to the living room, peeking in andover to Thomas.He felt bad, really bad. He knew he caused that,he knew he gave Thomas all those thoughts, so yeah. He had to dosomething, but what?After several moments of hesitation, Virgeturned around, not going into the living room. Instead, he went tothe kitchen and tried his best to make hot cocoa, coming back quicklyagain and putting two mugs down on the table in the living room.Again, he ran out, getting a big blanket which he put around Thomas,who already seemed to be confused, but still crying.
Fasterthan he could look, Virgil put down candy and snacks on the table,getting a big pillow as well and-
Fora moment, Thomas stopped crying completely, lightly shocked about thesudden body that was pushed close to him and wrapped the blanketaround both of them. Virgil pushed his forehead against his shoulder,apologizing over and over again, trying to tell him that it’s fineand that he shouldn’t cry, that he was exaggerating about all of thisand that he shouldn’t have.
Aftera while, Thomas relaxed, hugging him back and laying down with him.
Bothapologised to each other for worrying each other, for making theother one sad and crying.
Ittook them a lot of time to calm properly down again.
Virgilwas still frowning and peeking away, obviously not completely awayfrom worrying and feeling bad.
Soft,warm fingers brushed under his hoodie out of a sudden, which startledhim just as much as it confused him.
Themoment he realised what was going on, he was already lying on thecouch, trying to stiffle his own laughter while Thomas started totickle him, giggling himself.
Heleaned down, lips pushed against Verge’s neck.
“Don’tyou dare Thoma-HA-HNHFHAHAHAHA-!”Thomas did dare. Thomasgave him one raspberry after another , tickling his neck like this,fingers still ticking his sides and tummy. Virgil laughed. Helaughed, not holding back anymore and wow
it wasbeautiful. No one had heard Anxiety laughing like this before andeven after Thomas stopped, he was still a giggling, but finallysmiling puddle on the couch, eyes covered with one arm.
Momentslater, he felt something soft brushing against his lips. Soft andsweet.
Slowly,Virgil opened his eyes and pulled his arm away, looking at Thomas whopushed a marshmallow against his lips.
“Howabout we call it a day, eat candy and watch a movie?”
Yeah,not going to that club really was the best thing Thomas could havedone.
