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lazypanartist · 2 years

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Hello hello, one blind box fic for your enjoyment! Please be aware there is medical terms, blood and injuries in this, though nothing too awful. However if you find this too much, give me a heads up and I will whip up something else.

-📝 nonnie

"DONNIE!!!"

The soft-shelled brother bolted upright, quickly looking over to the large metal door of his lab being opened to four figures.

A pale looking Leonardo, a frantic Mikey, Raphael who looked about ready to cry, and-

"UH." Donnie blinked hard, feeling his stomach wrench at the sight of your leg. "Okay. Okay uh, don't- urf, ogh okay. Okay. Put them on the table, I'll need to have some…Assistance…Oh that is deep."

"We were skateboarding and they fell off the ramp!" Raph explained, setting you down on a medical table. "They came in at a bad angle and landed right on the board, and a piece, well…"

"Got it. Any medications that I should be aware of? Blood thinners, etcetera?"

"No."

You looked up, stressed but far, far more calm than the rest of them. Like you weren't the one with your shorts leg pulled up as high as it would go and a gash in your leg the size of your hand, and who knows how deep.

"Alright, Raph, hold their leg still while I flush the wound out. This is going to…Really, really hurt, but I need you to be still okay?" Donnie said, waving Leo over who rushed to him with a squeeze bottle full of really hot water. Michelangelo held your hands tightly, his grin pinched.

"Squeeze my hands when it hurts, okay."

"Mkay. Thanks for helping me out, guys. I usually bandage myself up but this one's out of my skill range. And arm. I can't sew it up at that angle, maybe I need to go to the hospital though- eugh, but the climb up top…"

Donatello took the bottle and began to flush the wound with the hot water, making sure to clean it thoroughly. Steam wafted up and he scrunched his nose at the metallic smell. "What do you mean?? Do you have something, are you anemic, what?"

"I have cognital-whatchamacallit to pain."

"Congenital insensitivity to pain? Wait-" The violet clad turtle sat up straight, accepting a towel from Leo and pressing it to your wound.

You blinked in response and gave a quick squeeze of Mikey's hands. Not from pain, no, from nerves.

You couldn't feel pain, after all. Or temperature.

"...That's pretty massive. Why didn't you tell any of us?"

"Yeah. Whatever that means sounds pretty important!" Leonardo huffed, gathering whatever medical supplies his twin asked for.

You shrugged. "I mean, it's not a big deal. I do my injury checks every few hours and I'm decent at not like, hurting myself. I bought a chew stim thing to help my stress and now I don't tear up my lips or tongue as bad anymore, and like I said, I usually can patch myself up or know to get help, this one just is in a bad spot. Besides, I'm fine."

Leo passed over thread and a needle. "Wait, you can't feel pain??"

"Yeah, or sweat, or feel cold or hot, it sucks."

Mikey's nose wrinkled as he frowned, keeping your eyes on him. "I mean, I don't see why that's like…a bad thing though. Getting hurt is awful."

"They can't FEEL when they get hurt, so if they don't notice it, they can have a bad wound that just gets worse, like if they walked on a broken leg." Raphael continued to hold your leg firmly, like you would suddenly feel it and jump. The eldest hissed in sympathy as the disinfectant was poured over the wound, the astringent smell sharp and burning. "And no body temp regulation? Means summers and winters are very dangerous."

You nodded at Red's explanation. "Yeah. I tend to have a lot of issues during extreme weather and stuff. I usually just hole up in the house during those times, but…I can't live in a bubble, y'know?"

Donatello threaded a needle after making sure it was sterile and, after shuddering, he quickly began stitching the wound on the back of your thigh. "So, we should probably give you an x-ray when this is all done. Just to be sure you dont have any fractures or breaks you aren't aware of…"

You agreed quietly, squeezing Mikey's hands again.

"...So, why again didn't you say something about this?"

Shame made your face ruddy as you refused to look at Leonardo. You couldn' help shrugging meekly and looking elsewhere with a sigh.

"You'd all treat me differently. Everyone always does once they find out. You already are."

The group of teens all stared at you, and you worried your lip-

"Ah! Nope, hey-"

Michelangelo's thumb pulled the flesh from between your teeth and shoved your chew necklace in your mouth. Your face went red, and he shrunk back from your glare. You were humiliated, and now everything was different.

You hated it.

Rolling your eyes, you spat the silicone shape out of your mouth and looked away. "Yeah. Definitely already are…"

"I-I'm sorry."

"We just want to look out for you, this is dangerous and-"

"Do you think I'm…what, an idiot who hasn't dealt with it my whole life?!" You snapped at Raphael, at everyone. "Someone who doesn't know?? I take care of myself! I check myself, I monitor the heat and the cold, I make sure to clean and bandage any wounds I get! I know stoves burn, I know what frostbite is, I LIVE WITH THIS!" Shaking, your eyes welled as frustrated tears stung your eyes.

"This wasn't even my CIPA's fault. I just suck at skateboarding. My injury was not due to my nervous system issues. But now, you're going to freak out, and bubble wrap me and pretend I can't cook my own food or make my own bed or walk to the damn transit without holding someone's hands. I know it's dangerous, and I've messed up a few times or was unaware of an issue, but I'm better now, better at taking care of myself. I know the mortality rate is high, and I'm FINE."

Breathing came out in strained puffs, and you longed to pick or scratch, but you resisted, opting instead to toy with your jacket's zipper as you looked away. "Look, just…stitch me up, and let me go to the home. I shouldn't have sai-"

"You're right."

You looked over at Donatello, who had finished closing the wound and had now wrapped the spot.

"Mh?"

"You're right. We treated you like you don't know your own illness. I'm…Sorry." He sighed and stood up, taking the various materials with him to clean.

"I think it just…scared us." Baby Blue suggested, scratching the back of his head. "I mean…That was a lot of blood. I thought you were in shock at first."

"Yeah." Mikey nodded. "And when I heard that you could be mortally wounded and not even know, it just made it worse. For all of us. I think we all started having a bunch of 'what if' scenarios and feared the worst without thinking about what really happened."

You sighed, propping your head up with a hand. "I'm sorry for yelling. That wasn't cool."

"It's fine," uttered Raphael, gently patting your leg. "I'm sorry I freaked. I know…you pro'ly don't need the help, but…can we keep a closer eye out for ya? Make sure you're aware of any injuries?"

You looked down at your hands. You remembered getting that scar on your palm from grabbing a hot cookie sheet from the oven. You had been alone at the time and, though you ran it under water when your realized your mistake, you hadn't done it nearly long enough, and the burn ended up quite nasty. The one on your chin was from shaving and taking something more than facial hair. The scars from your surgery when a broken rib you didn't know about punctured your lung were like railroads across your torso.

You loved your freedom, but…

You sighed, nodding slightly. "Okay. Okay I…You can help me when I get hurt. Just…I'm not glass. I'm a person."

"How about," Donnie started, coming back with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and shooing his brothers away. "He's going to give you an X-ray, no worries- How about, if you have like…an accident when you're around us, you get the right to do your own check first. We can do them for places that are hard to see for you if you need, and if whatever happpened seems bad enough, we will ask to give a second opinion check. Is that…okay?"

You mulled it over quietly.

"If I'm doing something self-destructive, give me a moment to realize it before you correct me, okay?"

Leo nodded. "You mentioned you were getting better, if you think that would help then absolutely."

"And I want you to not beat yourselves up if I get hurt. It's going to happen, okay? It's best to just, deal with it and move forward from there.

Mikey agreed, watching the violet turtle drone sweep a beam up and down your form as you laid out on the medical table. "Yeah. We can do that."

"Alright…Alright then, sure. Just…please no coddling."

Raph smiled softly, his snaggletooth poking out some. "We'll try our best, though we might need a reminder from time to time."

You smiled and nodded, welcoming their help.

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"Yeah you broke your wrist, probably from trying to stop your fall."

"Ah damn." You huffed, looking at the swollen joint. "At least it wasn't my rib again."

"I CALL DIBS ON THE FIRST CAST SIGNATURE!!"

"Hey, no fair Leo!"

"You snooze you lose baby bro."

"Raph wants second! I have a big autograph!"

"Adorable that you three think that I wont be signing first since I am, you know, casting their arm."

You smiled at your friends. Yeah, you think this could work.

Aww!! Not-so-hurt to comfort! Love how they all backed off when the reader told them off, and everyone came to a compromise ☺️ Wish people IRL would do the same when they find out someone is disabled in any way 🙃

This is rlly cute though! Thank you so much!!

#kana's chats #📝 anon #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise donnie x reader

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raphael-angele · 8 months

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TJ headcanons about Troy being a Puppy

You guys remember in issue 1 where Troy asks Raven out for lunch?

Troy, pulling Raven by the hand: Jacqui, Jacqui, JACQUI!

Jacqui: Yeah?

Troy: Can we go out for lunch? Please, please, please, please, pleaaaase?

Jacqui: *looking at him and Raven, back and forth* uhhh...

Troy: *puppy eyes*

Jacqui: I dunno...

Troy: PLEEEAAAASE? It's just for lunch!

Jacqui: Troy-

Troy: PLEAAASE!

Jacqui: I-

Raven: If he really wants to go, I don't mind taking him off your hands and going for a walk.

Troy: PLEASE, JACQUI! HE SAID IT WAS OKAY!

Jacqui: *sighs then looks at Raven* Bring him back by 3.

Raven: Yes, ma'am.

Troy: YAY! Where do you wanna go?

Raven: Uh- um- ...cafe?

Troy: LET'S GO!

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Jacqui: Troy, give me the wifi router

Troy: Oh, is that what this is? I thought it was a cookie warmer

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Troy: *walking up to Talia, holding an apple*

Talia: *on her phone then sees Troy*

Troy:

Talia:

Talia: What?

Troy: *extends arms to give apple*

Talia: *looks at the apple, then him, then the apple*

Troy: *smile*

Talia: *takes the apple* go get a bowl

Troy: *happily skips to the kitchen*

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Troy: LAUREL!

Laurel: Hm?

Troy: *showing turtle plushie with a rip, stuffings poking out* babbling incomprehensively, panicked

Laurel: What happened?

Troy: I don't know! I just found him like that!

Laurel: *takes the turtle* ok, we'll just go and sew him up and make him good as new, okay? *pats his head*

Troy: mkay...

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Troy: on his phone

Jess: Hey, Troy, I'm about to vacuum, you mind-

Troy: *on the couch with his feet up, looking at them intently*

Jess: ...

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Troy: *looking at a glass of ice*

Klari: what is he doing?

Raven: I was mad at him and he asked for a glass of water. I gave him a glass of ice and told him to wait.

Klari: And...

Raven: He just said okay and sat down and now he's just waiting for it to melt.

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simmerbeans · 4 months

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Simblr New Years Resolution 2024!

Thank you for the tag @changingplumbob

What’s your Resolution for your Simblr?

I mostly want to learn how people are editing to put two pics on one. For example, if i wanted to put a moodlet, or a phone call pop up over a picture with my sims.. how are yall doing that? Is it just photoshop? Pls help a girl out.

What do you want from the Sims Franchise?

*Cracks knuckles* mkay

•I have always wanted an Italian/France/Paris world. I don’t care if it’s just a vacation world like El Salvadorada, but Sims 3 World Adventures remains my favorite game ever, and i need those worlds in the Sims 4.

•BETTER FAMILY TREES PLEASE. All older gen’s get deleted and i hate it. And at this point in my save there’s like 6-8 other households with my legacy name and i have absolutely no idea who they are at this point because my family tree is basically all deleted 🙃

•Objects like, a slide for kids/ pool slide. Bakers oven, strollers (but i guess since it didn’t come with infants it’s not coming at all now huh) ability for toddlers to draw

•Hotels would be cool 👉🏼👈🏼

•Online dating, hello????

•More small pets like snakes, lizards, turtles, birds.

Any other New Years Resolutions?

2023 was really something else with a full year of trying to get pregnant and failing (thanks a lot endometriosis and possible other not found fertile hurdles), multiple deaths in the family, and losing one of my dear cats sooo i really just want this year to be an overall good one and not be full of trials and bad news like last year 😅

#2024 simblr #new years resolution

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extsev · 1 year

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The Silly Story PT 1

(FOR MY FRIEND AND I, READ IF U WANT BUT JUST KNOW IT ISNT AN X READER) THIS IS AN AU OF SOUTH PARK BTW

This high schools a hell hole. Mila and I are considered "the weird kids," as you may call it. For some reason, we're not bullied as much as the others. We're kind of just, ignored?

There's these four kids. Eric (well we call him Cartman because its his last name,) Kyle, Stan, and Kenny.

Eric wears a red sweater with a blue scarf, and dark brown sweatpants. His outfits pretty simple! He doesn't really talk much, he's nice.

Kyle wears a trapper hat, with fluffy flaps to cover his ears. He has a black turtle neck, with an orange button-up jacket on top, black sweatpants, green gloves and a blue necklace that adorns on top of his outfit.

Stan wears a red button-up, with a half zipped brown jacket. He wears blue jeans. He used to wear a blue and red beanie, but eventually ditched in middle school.

Kenny's outfit is my favorite. (Along with Kyles, but shh...) He wears an orange parka, with light brown cargo pants. He used to like matching his pants and parka with the same color, but decided the brown looked better. Good on you for color theory! Instead of hiding his face with the hoodie like he used to do, he just wears a fabric mask to school.

During the years they've gone to this school they've just made it worse. They torture the kids here to the point some even went to the hospital. I don't know why the school doesn't do much about it. The most they get is a suspension, never kicked out of school.

Surprisingly, even though my bestie and I are "weird kids," we're not beaten up. We're just ignored. That's good, but it kinda sucks when no one knows who you are.

"Sev! Wake up girl, it's lunch time. I gotta go get my lunch. And, y'know, you don't have to since you get the free lunch shit.... Sev? Heellllooooo...? Girl, are you narrating your life in your head again?" I wake up from my trance, as Mila snapped in my face.

"Fuck- Sorry! And uhhh... Maybe..." I shooed her away as I got up in embarrassment.

She facepalmed, and dragged me into the hall. "Ughhhh... What have we talked about..? This ain't no Disney movie! Plus, it's really distracting you now. All you do is zone out and imagine scenarios!"

"But it's fun! Plus," I brush my pants off from the dust of my chair, "I don't have to deal with being ignored 25/8 if I imagine that stuff!"

"You'll still be alone eiithherrrr wayyyyyy!! Although, you do have me!" Mila flipped her hair smiling, as I walked away. "Noooo! Don't leave! I need to go to my locker!"

I chuckle and turn to her, "Just meet me in the lunch room, m'kay?" (haha.. mkay..? ... shhh)

IN THE CAFETERIA

I grab my lunch, and walk over to the spot her and I always sit in. Suddenly, I bump into a tall dude. Bruh. Move, the fu-

OH. Okay, never mind. It's Kyle. Oh shit. I knocked his stuff out of his hands too. I'm definitely screwed, this is how I become known. Literal dead meat.

"I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Let me get your stuff." I mutter, reaching for his bag.

He slapped my hand off his bag. "Don't even bother," he spoke, picking it up. "Who the hell even are you? I've never seen your stupid face around here."

"Oh! Uh, I'm Sev! I'm still really sorry.." I scratched my neck, I'm so stupid. He stayed silent for a moment, but looked to his friends.

"Sit with us."

HUH? BITCH WHAT? HELLO? "Well uh, I always sit with my friend Mila!-"

"Sit. Now. She can sit with us too." He told Cartman to push a seat out on the opposite end of the table, and he patted it.

"Well, if you insist..?" I sat down near Cartman, who clearly was always terrified. How is he still friends with those 3? Well, I mean he is stuck. I spot Mila, and wave at her to gain her attention. She stands in total shock, sweating at the sight of the boys. She runs over, clinging onto the sleeve of my blue hoodie.

"Why are you sitting with them..? They could completely bite your face off!" She whispers into my ear, as they glare at her.

"C'mon, sit down! It'll be fine!" I whisper back, and drag her onto a chair.

"So.. What do you guys do after school for fun?" Stan questions, poking at his food.

"Well, we like to go to 7-11! Or that good ramen place on park!" I spoke, as Mila looks at me with terror in her eyes.

"Sick. Which 7-11?"

I draw a line of the road with my fingers as I talk, "Y'know the one near the gas station? And the little park right there!"

"What do you get there?" Kenny finally talked, shocking Mila and I. I thought he doesn't talk?

"I love to get orange Monster! Or a coke-" I state, but Mila cuts me off (although I don't care because I was about to stop talking anyways.)

"I like pink lemonade!" Mila slowly lowers down because she talked. "Sorry.."

"Mila it's okay girlll!" I reassure her, patting her shoulder. Kenny leaned over, whispering in Stans ear. Stan nodded and whispered back, as Kyle added on. Cartman, Mila, and I sat there confused.

"Uh, do you wanna like.. Hang out with us after school? Kenny'll pay for you guys."

Mila and I look at each other giggling like idiots, and I exclaim, "Heck yes! We'd love that!"

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captain-krow-drozdov · 2 years

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So, since you've been enjoying the newest version of TMNT, I have to ask:

1) Have you seen the older Turtles Forever movie, a Turtles version of spiderverse.

2) Did you know there was a live action show of TMNT and they had a 2 episode crossover on an older Power Rangers show.

3) Also on that live action show they introduced a controversial female turtle. Which reminds me, I saw on YouTube that in a recent run of TMNT comics they brought back the 5th turtle as a possible clone/Frankenstein creation and in this comic, one of the Turtles loses their shell and had to get it replaced.

4) A thought that crossed my mind, how do you think the Turtles & April from "Rise" would react to a female turtle popping up?

Ooo~ Mkay So I'm A Hella Newbie To The Turtle Brain Rot So Forgive Me/Have Mercy On Any Lacking Knowledge

Answer 1: No But I Caught A Few Out Of Context Clips Of Previous Cartoon Iterations And Mortal Kombat Cutscenes (Mainly 2012 And 2003) Via Both YouTube And My Uncle Being The OG Turtles Fan In My Family. I Also Watched The First Bay-verse Film Cause I Was Into The Transformers Movies At The Time And Was Curious.

Answer 2: No I Didn't But Honestly It Tracks Considering All The Things TMNT Has Officially Crossed Over With (Wonder If I Can Find Any Clips Of That It Sounds Chaotic)

Answer 3: Every Time I Learn Something New About The Comics I Get A Little More Confused, Not In A Bad Way, But Like In A "Do I Have The Funds And Bookshelf Space To Support A New Comic Book Obsession?" Kinda Way

Answer 4: As For How The Rise Bois And April Would React To A New Chica Turtle Really Depends Considering The Whole ✨Hidden City✨ Situation Ya Know?

Option A: She's A Turtle Yokai And She Could Be Chill Or She Could Be Workin With Big Mama Who Knows Endless Possibilities!

If She's On Chill Terms With The Bois (And Let's Say She's Got The Badass Ninja Mojo Too) I Feel Like Her And The Hamato Siblings Would Have A "Friends That's Slowly Turning Into Cool/Weird Cousins Status" Type Relationship. Cause I Can't Really See Any Of The Bois Going The Romantic Route, Puppy Love? Maybe But I Don't See It Going Anywhere (But I'm Also Bad At Writing Romance Stuffs So... *Shrugs*)

Now If She's Working With Big Mama On The Other Hand... Leo Immediately Gives Her Draxum Treatment, No Doubt. Donnie Will Prolly Follow Leo On This One And April Will Usually Join The Twins On Stuff Like This, She's Keeping An Open Mind But Thin Ice Man Thin Ice. Dr. Feelings Senses A Possibly Redeemable Person And immediately Becomes Her Worst Nightmare, No One Escapes The Doctor... Raph Is On The Fence About Her But Family Comes First, So First Sign His Family Will Be Hurt By Her And He's Throwing Hands.

Option B: She's A Turtle Mutant! Which Is Fun Because It Can Also Go Many Ways! Was She Human First Or Turtle First? Is She A Hamato (Turtle Mutated By Splinters/Any Other Hamato Members DNA)? Was She Just A Turtle That Ate An Ooze-Squito? A Human With A Pet Turtle/Works With Turtles And Got Biten By An Ooze-Squito? Did Donnie Fuck Around And Find Out Via Cloning??? Who Knows! Either Way My Brain Says Chaos And Feels! + If She Was A Turtle First Then The Bois Get A Mutant Person Who Understands What It Was Like To Not Originally Be Human, Which Can Go All Sorts Of Angsty Ways.

Oh Dear This Has Gotten Long... Welp This Prolly Isn't Exactly What Ya Wanted On The Whole Reaction To A Female Turtle Mutant Front, Cause I'll Be Honest I'm Not Great With Keeping Characters In Character So It Turned Into A Bit Of A Rambling Fic Prompt Instead... My Bad.

#the avian answers #rottmnt #TMNT #fic prompt #i guess????#bruh its 4 am.... i gotta do shit today so i guess imma sleep now offt-#sleep deprived ramblings #captain is rambling again

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frogandbird · 7 days

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Strawberry Skys - Chapter Two - Strange Sounds

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Raph was in the dojo, hitting his feelings out on a punching bag when Donnie came into the room.

“Hey Dee.” Raph punched the bag again, making it swing.

“Hi Raph.” Donnie shuffled to the tree in the middle of the room, looking at its pink blossoms.

“Wants,” Raph kneed the bag. “Up?” He Kneed the bag with his other leg.

“Um.” Donne ran one hand over the thick brown bark, not really looking at Raph.

“Donnie, you gotta speak man, I can’t understand silence like Mikey.” Raph settled into a natal stance, steading his bag.

“I need help with something.” Donnie spoke quickly, and if Raph wasn’t used to it at this point, he would have had a harder time understanding his twin.

“Mkay.” Raph turned to face Donnie, his bag now still.

“You’re.. You’re not going to ask what it is?” Donnie tilted their head.

“If it's bothering you so much you’re not looking at me, then no. No, I'm not going to ask.” Raph crossed his arms and looked eye level with his twin. He was the only one who could do this now, their forms excite opacities.

Donnies light scales were covered in dark freckles, having been getting darker after the summers spent at the farm house. His multi-colored eyes shone in the low light of the room. Donnie counted to move one hand over the bark, looking away from Raph.

“Alright, alright. Who’s this for? Casey? Mikey? El?” Raph crossed disarms, raising one eye-brow scale.

“Mikey.” Donnie hummed, still not looking at Raph.

“Right.” Raph thought of questions to ask to get any info out of the purple turtle. “Is it big?”

“Depends.”

“Uhh.. What does it do? It for cooking, art, or something else?” Raph began to tap one of his arms. Donnie began to bop their head to the pattern.

“Her hearing.” Donnie hugged themselves, light scales being picked at.

“Hearing?” Raph tilted his head. He knew about Mikey's senses, they all did. The last few years had been full of overstimulation and panic attacks from the orange turtle.

“His hearing is too good for this world. I have been trying to find a way to fix this for a year or so now, but its not something I can just fix.” Donnie finally looked at Raph, his eyes stormy and dark.

“What have you tried so far? What do you need?” Raph moved closer, but didn’t touch Donnie.

“Well, my current idea is just noise canceling headphones, but it's very hard to figure out what noise to cover when I can’t hear them.” Donnie began to mess with his mask tails.

“So what do you need me to do?” Raph looked away from Donnie, letting his twin llook at him at their own time.

“You have sharper hearing than me or El, so you can let me test these, and tell me how much noise they remove.” Donnie pulled out a pair of bulky headphones, thick metal holding them together.

“Right. Should we not do this in your lab?” Raph gave a small smile, all too used to Donnie’s antics.

“Right! Yes! Come with me.” Donne grabbed Raphs hand, their longer fingers locked with Raphs thicker ones perfectly. Raph hummed and let himself get dragged along by the over excited scientist.

After the two reached the now lively lab, Raph was promptly directed to sit next to an old radio and given the headphones.

“Ok! Just put these on, I'll turn them on, and you can tell me when you stop hearing things.” Donnie began tinkering with the radio, hands flying over levers and buttons.

“Alright, alright.” Raph put the headphones on, and let Donnie tinker around his head for a few moments before they spoke again.

“Right, I'm starting this. Tell me when you stop hearing things.” Donnie tapped Raphs head, then the radio and turned on a camera. “And I’m recording this for the data.”

“You still struggle with personal boundaries huh.” Raph snorted, but nodded as Donnie turned the radio down.

“Hey!” Donne let out an offended gasp, but was smiling. Raph nodded along as the sound was counted to be turned down.

After a few minutes, Raph held up one hand, not being able to hear anything anymore. Donnie stopped messing with the radio and made a note on a notepad. They repeated the experiment several more times, every time the sound stopped at the same point.

After Donnie got the needed info, they repeated it once again without the headphones. They had been working, so Donnie was giving happy flaps as Raph turned the camera off.

“So? Get what you needed?” Raph leaned back in his beanbag, watching Donnie spin in his chair.

“I think so! I will need to test this on myself, I need to make sure it is higher than I can hear. Oh Mikey is going to love this!” Donnie counted to spin, not stopping as Raph laughed.

“That’s good Don. You are going to have to let me decorate these.” Raph grinned as Donnie counted to spin. It was making Raphs head spin as he watched Donnie.

“You think I'd give Mikey these? Nah, I would have to cook for myself for a week!” Donnie stopped spinning, much to Raph relief. Donnie jumped up and grabbed the headphone, somehow without falling down or tripping, and ran to a different desk.

Donnie began to ramble, talking fast and with many long words that Raph had given up understanding fully long ago. Not that Raph didn’t want to understand, but even he didn’t fully understand his twin.

The talking eventually drew April and El into the room, who had been having a girls night. That had gotten Donnies attention within a second.

“APRIL! You are just the girl I need! You can-'' Donnie spun rapidly, their brown goggles glowing in the light of his computers.

“Donnie, what are you doing?” April crossed her arms, effectively making Donnie stop for a second. The purple turtle still let April order him around just a bit more then they should, but it was a well known joke at this point.

“Uhh.. Working on a present for Mikey?” Donnie propped their goggles up.

“And you need me, why?’ April raised an eyebrow, making Raph laugh with how similar it was to just a few hours before.

“Because you have sharper hearing then the rest of us! You can hear things Even Raph can!” Donnie began to fall his hands, happy humming.

“And why would I help?” April still had her arms crossed, but she was clearly only putting on a show as El plopped into the beanbag next to Raph.

“If you help, I can make you a pair?” Donnie gave her puppy dog eyes, making El and Raph giggle. April was famous for not being able to say no to any of the turtle's puppy dog eyes.

“…” April sighed. “Fine.”

“Yes!” Donnie jumped up and spun around again. Raph laughed, and El chuckled.

“Should we ask Casey and Mikey to go pick up pizza and get ourselves a few free hours?” El hummed, a massive grin on her face.

“Might be needed!” Donnie laughed, grinning like a mad man. April rolled her eyes but let Donnie drag her to the seat Raph had been in only a bit ago.

So the same process was under non for both April and El, albeit it much shorter. April could only hear the sounds for a few seconds longer than Raph, and El could hear less than Donnie, so they could only help so much.

Donnie was satisfied with this however, and happily shooed them all out of the lab so he could make the cleaner models of the headphones, and make a second pair for April.

Several days later, Raph was handed two pairs of clean headphones to decorate. He happily began to work on them ,all greens and yellows for April's pair, and all sunset colors for Mikey.

Being that turtle's birthday was coming up, they opted to give Mikey his gift on the day.

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“Hey Mikey.” Donnie leaned on the table, badly hiding a box behind their shell.

“Yeah?” Mikey was too distracted by a new notebook from April to notice the poorly hidden box.

“We got you something.” Donnie hummed.

“Donnie, It's our birthday. We are all getting things.” Mikey finally looked at Donnie, eyes all screwed up.

“Yeah, but we all worked on this one.” Donnie grinned, putting the box on the table.

“Give.” Mikey promptly grabbed the box and tore into it. Tehn happy hummed with the orange headphones.

“Ok! This is something new! Put them on and turn them on!” Donnie ran to grab his radio. Mikey ground but put them on regardless.

“Right, they on?” Donnie was grinning, holding the radio.

“Yes Dee.” Mikey ground good-natuley.

“Good!” Donnie flipped the radio on, and sat back all smug. Mikey looked confused, but left the headphones on. When the sound cut off at a normal point for any of the other turtles, Mikey went wide eyed and started to grin bigger than Donnie.

“Donnie you are the best!” Mikey was suddenly around Donnie, giving the purple turtle a massive hug. Donnie laughed and melted into the hug.

#tmnt 2012 #strawberry skys au #tmnt mikey #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie #birdboys writting #that took a moment to get every thing set up #get ready for spam lamo #sorry not sorry

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Because Two People Got Drunk: 18.5

Chapter 18.5

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter – in case you want to refresh yourself, although I don’t think it’s all that necessary.

A/N: Italics are flashbacks. Read to the end, its worth it

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, smut, cheating

Word Count: 4100

You sit at the dimly lit bar in your hotel. You sit at the corner of the bar. It’s pretty busy with some groups scattered around the bar but you are relatively alone in your corner. You look to the full glass of whiskey at the seat beside you, ice long melted condensation leaving a ring on the wood counter. This was the drink you ordered for Fred thinking he would have arrived long ago. You grab the drink and throw it back, not nursing it like you did the first patience wearing thin.

You wish you didn’t spend the extra time on your makeup or stressing over what to wear given the current situation. There is a mess of clothes in a pile on your floor, before you finally decided on your black ribbed turtle neck with puffed sleeves. Dangling around your neck on top of your shirt is the sapphire necklace Fred got you your first Christmas as a mom. You paired it with your black and white high-waisted wool skirt and knee high leather boots. Normally you would be concerned about the cool Toronto air, but you and Fred didn’t plan on leaving the hotel limiting your time outside.

The bartender sees the empty cups and you order two more. You pull your phone out to check the time, Fred’s 40 minutes late and the last text you sent is sitting on read has been for the last twenty minutes. Due to your late flight he went out to dinner with Mitch and Auston without you, but he said he’d meet you at the hotel bar once he was back.

A few nights ago Fred stopped by to drop Oliver off at your apartment. While you had been spending a lot of the time Fred isn’t on the road together, those couple days you opted to leave Fred and Oliver to their time alone.

Once finally getting Oliver to sleep Fred pulled you onto his lap while you talked about what they did the last few days. Fred’s hand is gently resting on your waist “I actually wanted to ask you something but I don’t know how it fits in with us taking things slow” His thumb has slid under the hem of your sweater and is pressing circles softly onto your bare skin

Your shoulders stiffen as you put your hands on his chest bracing yourself with a perplexed look “okay…”

“Geez I’m not asking you to marry me, calm down” he jokes causing you to smile. “I love when you smile” he grins pulling you back for another kiss. Your body melts into the touch, relaxing while his tongue swirls around your mouth.

His hand on your neck holds you steady while his other slides around to the back of your thigh giving it a light squeeze. You squirm and giggle but Fred doesn’t release you from the searing kiss. His hand gently caresses your ass while you rock your hips against him feeling wetness pool in your core.

“I get lost in your kiss so easily” he murmurs his lips centimetres from yours.

“Then why stop” you whisper closing the gap between your mouths. Your hands run up his chest into his hair tangling around the roots tiliting his head back while you deepen the kiss. You roll your clothed core over him searching for some friction, causing Fred to groan loudly.

Your mouth slides to his jaw and onto his neck, peppering him with soft warm kisses when he pushes you away slightly. “Because I have to ask you something”

A disappointed grunt leaves your throat and Fred just laughs. You lean back sitting on the heels of your feet creating some reluctant distance between you. “What?” you ask eyes narrowed slightly but a smirk on your lips as you can’t be serious.

“So I leave tomorrow for the road trip” he starts and you nod knowing they play Boston tomorrow, Saturday in Toronto and finally ending the trip on Monday in Montreal. “So a couple of the girls are flying to Toronto Friday and then going to Montreal for some shopping. I wanted to know if you wanted a seat on that plane.”

“I didn’t know they went on road trips with you guys” you respond.

“They don’t go on a lot of them. They sometimes join us on a trip through LA or Florida to spend time on the beaches. Some come to Alberta to do some skiing but it’s not all the common. But there are a couple girls who want to see their or their husband’s family who live in the area and the rest just want to go shopping in Montreal.”

“I see” you respond.

“Given you are from there I thought you might want to go on Friday see your friends and family.” You scowl at that, you haven’t talked to your grandparents since the last time you saw them and don’t see that changing any time soon. “Or just your friends” he laughs.

“I can get two tickets to the game, and if you wanted to go to Montreal you could, or you could fly back on Sunday or even stay a few days longer in Toronto. Up to you” he shrugs.

“What about Ollie?” you ask.

“You could bring him if you wanted, but I asked Christie and she is available to watch him for the weekend. I thought you could use a break

“Okay” you respond. It’s been a bit since you have seen your friends.

“And Oliver?” he asks.

“Am I a bad mom for wanting to leave him?” you ask and Fred just laughs shaking his head. “My friends will be upset not seeing him but I really like the idea of an adult only weekend.”

“No you’re not a bad mom” he brings you in for a soft kiss. “I was kind of hoping you’d leave him, I wanted to book you a spa day with your friends and toddlers can ruin the relaxing vibe in spas” he chuckles.

“Mkay. I won’t complain about a spa day” you smile pulling his face closer, feeling his mustache tickle you while you press a kiss to his lips. “I can come back Sunday night or early Monday morning” he say lips hovering an inch from his.

“I will get you on a flight mid-day Monday so you can sleep in” he says.

“You’re amazing you know that” you whisper placing a soft kiss on his lips. You begin to rock your hips, your kiss becoming hungry.

“You might change your mind” he laughs standing up. Yours arms instinctively wrap around his neck expecting him to carry you down the hall but instead he carefully places you on the floor. He leans down for a soft kiss and when he pulls away you feel it linger on your lips “I gotta be up early so I have to go.”

“Fred” you huff in disapproval eyes going wide “are you serious?” You’re so wet you are almost surprised when you don’t see a stain on his pants

“Yup sorry” he chuckles releasing his hands from you and walking to the door. “He was a little terror because of his short nap and the teething so I have to clean my place and pack for the trip”. You follow him leaning against the wall watching while he bends down to put on his sneakers.

“Have a good night” he smirks placing a soft kiss on your cheek. He chuckles seeing your eyes pleading for more, pupils dark and hungry. Instead of giving you want you want he turns around and opens the door. Your body jumps hearing the heavy door slam shut leaving you alone. A chill runs coarse through your body, but not from the temperature.

You are drawn from your trance when with the clatter from the glasses being set on the bar. The bartender shoots you a soft smile recognizing you have been stood up before turning around. The thing is this is out of character for Fred, the past month or so he has tried to encourage you to join him and Oliver, even taken you on a few dates. You even woke up to him making you breakfast one morning saying “he had to make sure the key you gave him worked.”

You sigh putting your phone back in your purse when you feel a body slide into the empty barstool beside you.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing alone at a bar?” the man asks reaching out for the whiskey in front of him. Fred’s whiskey.

You scoff unsure if it’s because of the line or the drink “that line ever work before?”

“I don’t know, you tell me” he says taking a drink.

You gaze at him from the corner of your eye quickly before bringing your gaze back to the bar in front of you. You lean back in your seat “you should know I’m waiting for someone.”

“I know I’ve been watching you for the last 20 minutes. You waiting for a date?” he asks.

“It was supposed to be but he is almost 45 minutes late” you sigh taking a small sip.

“Wow. When he decided to blow you off did he know you looked this good?”

“He should have” you retort.

The man beside you laughs slightly and you allow yourself to peak from the corner of your eye. He has on dark jeans and a simple grey long sleeve; you don’t see a coat so he likely is staying in the hotel. Your eyes finally meet his and he smirks having caught you checking him out, your cheeks heat up and you turn your attention away. You mindlessly play with the straw in your cup, pushing the ice around. Creating a distraction from the man beside you.

“No need to be embarrassed” he says shifting closer placing a hand on your thigh. Your eyes immediately drop down watching while his pinky toys with the hem of your skirt, playfully lifting it ever so slightly.

“You should be careful; my boyfriend won’t like you touching me” you respond talking a large swig of your drink pushing his hand off your leg.

He clears his throat shifting in his seat. “Not much of a boyfriend to keep you waiting” he says reaching forward for his drink. He finishes the remainder in one final gulp; he sets the glass back down and returns his hand back on your thigh. His hand is cold and wet from the glass and it sends a chill down your spine while also electrifying your core at the same time.

“You from around here?”

“I live in Pittsburgh” you respond taking a small sip scanning around the bar in search of Fred.

“What brought you to Toronto in the middle of winter?”

“Here for the hockey game” you sigh.

His thumb slides up your thigh a bit “oh that’s right you’re Fred’s girl.” Your head immediately snaps up and looks to the man beside you, eyes going wide.

You hastily push his hand off your leg “you should go” you whisper knowing this is wrong. Your whole body shakes an uncomfortable chill coursing through you. It was wrong before allowing a stranger to touch you like that, but knowing he knows Fred makes it even worse. You turn your head back scanning around the bar, still no sign of Fred or anyone you recognize for that matter.

He shifts forward in his seat, his mouth hovering inches from your ear. “Its okay sweetheart I won’t tell.”

You take a few deep breathes and feel his lips gently touch your neck drawing goosebumps to the surface. “So are you staying here tonight?” he asks indicating the hotel. You nod silently shifting from his touch.

You sit in silence for what feels like minutes though it likely wasn’t; your heart beating through your chest. “Well I think I’m going to head out” he says breaking the silence. “You want to come beautiful or you going to sit alone a little longer?”

His warm breath is still on your neck, you look at him from the corner of your eye. He gives your thigh a squeeze and you feel yourself dripping onto your panties. It hasn’t taken much since Fred left your apartment a few days ago to get you wound up.

You bring your glass to your mouth throwing the remainder down your throat wincing at the burn. You scan around the bar seeing the groups scattered around, some of the city lights filtering in through the windows.

The bartender comes over with the bill setting is down. He throws a couple twenties down waiting for your response. You place your glass down; hand trembling under this man’s touch. You turn to face him scanning over his face, pupil’s dark blown with fire.

You pull your lower lip between your teeth, eyes locked on his. You know you shouldn’t. You know it’s wrong, even if Fred never finds out it will eat at you. You won’t be able to look him in the eyes if you go through with this and he will sense something is wrong. Whether he finds out on his own or you tell him everything will be ruined.

You know all this but maybe it’s the excitement, or maybe the 3 whiskey’s you’ve downed in the past hour but you decide against your judgement. “Let’s go” you say jumping up and practically running towards the elevator. As soon as the door closes you press him against the wall hand gripping his arms while locking him in a searing kiss. His mouth vibrates against you and you pray nobody gets on the elevator, knowing your lipstick smeared on his face leaves little to the imagination.

“Fred can never know” you say to the man in front of you.

“I won’t say a word” the man groans spinning you, pressing your back to the wall his hands gripped tightly on your hips.

“Don’t you want to know my name baby?” he groans as your hand slides down to his shaft palming over his denim.

“What’s the point you’ll forget it by the time my perfume leaves the pillow” you respond kissing him passionately.

“Fuck your trouble” he growls the elevator dinging open. He grips your hand pulling you down the hallway to his door; he fumbles briefly with his room key before the green light finally appears. As soon as the door closes his body is on yours slamming you against it. He licks a stripe from your neck to your ear and sucks on your ear lobe spreading your legs apart with his knee.

His hands dig into your hips likely leaving bruises later while he bites your neck. He rubs circles with his thumbs slowly pulling your shirt up to expose some skin. His calloused thumbs press into your exposed skin pinning you under his touch.

You struggle to find your breath his mouth trailing along your jawline. He slowly pushes your shirt up, his fingers leaving a trail of heat on your stomach. He pulls your shirt over your head throwing it aside. You see his eyes quickly gaze over your body with a devilish smirk before his mouth attaches to your chest.

His mouth sucks on your breast, his hand sliding behind you to unclasp your bra. He sucks on the top of your breast, his hand massaging your other while deep groans leave your lips. His mouth trails around your chest and neck sucking harder in each spot.

“Fuck” you groan “no marks.” You run your hands up his body tangling into the roots of his hair. His hands slide up your thigh lifting your skirt before finding your clothed core

“Your boyfriend should see them” he growls “so he knows someone treated you right.”

He bends his knee flexing his thigh into your core, his hand slowly trailing up your thigh. Your skin heats up at the anticipation while you roll your hips against him your core dripping onto his jeans. His fingers dip under your wool skirt finding your lace panties.

“Fuck your soaked” he groans sliding a finger over your slit, any regrets you had long faded from his touch. His thumb presses into your clit your head falling back against the door. His thumb begins rubbing circles in your heat spreading your wetness around. He hooks his finger in your underwear pulling it down your thighs. He spins you pushing you toward the bed throwing you onto it.

He crawls over you pressing his knee into your core; you rock your hips against him feeling the denim on your bare folds. He kisses your neck and chest, leaving a trail until he reaches your waist. He sucks a spot on your hip leaving a dark mark, his hands pushing your skirt higher until it is bunched up above your waist.

He hooks your legs over his shoulders dipping his head in, you feel him blow warm air on your core. Your head falls back onto the pillow back arching off the bed slightly. He wastes no time licking a stripe up your folds moaning when he tastes your juices.

His tongue dances around your folds when you feel two fingers dip in opening you up. His fingers curl inside you. You gasp when his mouth finds your clit and begins to suck. Your hands find his locks pulling his head closer into your core.

His fingers pick up the pace at your motions; him moaning between your legs. His calloused fingers draw inside your walls, your hips lifting closer to his face. He pumps your fingers pulling your wetness as he works you, a string of panted curse words leaving your mouth.

He finds your g-spot smirking when your legs tighten around his head. He keeps pumping his fingers hitting it with every thrust, while your hells dig into his back. His mouth sucks harder on your clit and the familiar burn builds in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m gonna cum” you pant, body squirming at the contact. The man beneath you grunts at your announcement. Your hips buck into his face your coil snapping as your orgasm rips through you. He pumps his fingers a few times working you through your high; your eyes snapping shut your breathing erratic.

You breathing steadies while his fingers slip out of you, you feel him pressing gentle kisses on your stomach. When you finally open your eyes you notice he has stripped. You try to take in his body but he rolls you onto your side to unzip your skirt. He pulls your body up pulling the bunched up fabric down your legs.

Once you are lying on your back he crawls over you engaging you in a deep sloppy kiss. You moan at the taste of yourself on his lips, your body buzzing with fire. You feel his hard member pressing at your entrance coating himself in your juices.

“Please” you whine his tip poking at your folds.

“I’ve wanted to hear you beg for my cock since I first saw you, alone at the bar” he groans and without hesitating he slips inside you stretching you out. You cry out while he pushes fully in, his mouth sucking gently on your sweet spot. He pulls back at a painfully slow pace before snapping his hips back inside you.

He gives you a few slow thrusts causing you to whine under his body. His eyes are dark with hunger as he shoots you a devilish grin. You pull him down closing the gaps between your faces locking him in a sloppy kiss while he slowly rocks into you.

You pull away gasping for air, the taste of whiskey still on his lips. “God you feel so good” he mumbles into your neck.

“Fuck please” you cry needing more from him.

“You’re so gorgeous when you beg” he grunts snapping his hips and picking up the pace. Your hands slide down his back, digging your nails in deep to his skin. He hooks an arm under your knee pushing it into your chest increasing the angle and depth he can hit you.

“You’re boyfriend fuck you this good?” he asks and your eyes go wide. You take a deep exhale with the realization of what you’re doing, but before you can feel bad he hits your g-spot and you begin to fall apart again.

Beads of sweat are on your forehead. You can tell your hair you spent hours on is a mess and your mascara is streaking down your cheeks.

“Tell me I feel better than him. Tell me I’m better than Fred” he growls when you don’t respond.

“Ye…yes” you stumble out. “So good” your breath catches in your throat.

“Say it, say I’m better than him” he grunts bringing a hand to your throat. Your airway begins to restrict as your knee is being placed over his shoulder. You rake your nails over his back leaving some marks, your back arching off the bed.

“You’re better” you croak out between breaths. His eyes darken and the edges of his lips curl upward at your admission. Your second orgasm is quickly approaching and he senses your walls tightening around him.

“You gonna cum all over my cock?” he asks and all you can manage is a slight nod. You feel him getting sloppy above you “I’m gonna cum inside you, teach Fred a lesson.”

Before you can object your second orgasm comes and your vision goes black. Your walls tighten around him nails digging into his muscles. Pleasure rips through you and a string of curse words leaving your lips while he works you through it. You feel the man above you spill deep inside, painting your walls white. He releases your leg and collapses on you, head landing on your shoulder.

Your hand comes up running through his hair, damp with sweat. The two of you lie in silence before he finally pulls out and flops onto his back. You both stare up at the ceiling for a minute, him being the one to break the silence.

“Boyfriend eh” he chuckles turning to rest on his side, his hand gently grazes the necklace around your neck.

“Shut up Fred” you groan rolling your eyes. You go to push yourself off the bed but he pulls you back throwing a leg over you to pin you to the mattress. You don’t bother fighting him and melt into his touch; he gently brushes some of your sweaty hair from your forehead.

“You’ve never called me your boyfriend before” he says kissing your cheek “I like it.”

“Make me wait 45 minutes in a bar for you again and see if still call you that” you joke smiling up at him. His golden brown eyes look down at you while he grins bringing his lips down to yours for a soft kiss.

“Sorry I ran into the goalie coach on my way down and he wanted to show me some footage” he responds.

“For 45 minutes?” you joke.

“No twenty, when I arrived I didn’t see you because it was so busy so I got a table on the other side. Then once I had my drink I saw you and I don’t know, decided to have some fun. I’m surprised you played along” he responds.

“Really? I thought you were going to break first” you laugh. “Especially when I called you my boyfriend” you quirk your eye brows playfully at him. He bites his lower lip shaking his head at you before finally carrying you to the bathroom, you both clean up. While brushing your teeth Fred leaves and comes back in wearing his boxers and he sets a t-shirt on the counter for you

“So am I allowed to stay or do I have to go to my own room?” you ask walking out of the bathroom.

“Technically you should leave, but I’m not letting you” he smiles lifting the duvet for you to crawl under with him.

“Just leave when we’re at practice so nobody sees you” he chuckles.

“So much sneaking around, it’s like were in high school” you laugh turning off the lamp. Fred shifts closer to you, to the point where you are going to be sharing a pillow. You pull Fred’s face closer for a soft kiss “good night Fred” you whisper against him.

“Goodnight girlfriend” he says bringing his lips back to you one more time.

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