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travlersjoy444 · 1 year

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request/writing idea!!

could you do a oneshot/headcannons(whichever you prefer) for a reader who acts as the teams medic?

Sounds like a plan!

On the Job

2012(ish) Turtles x reader

Platonic, and I say 'ish' because I was kinda picturing 2003!Don and Mikey, and 2012!Leo and Raph, as well as mentioning some 12 series specific villains/events.

Work count: 5.1k

Warnings: Non-graphic descriptions of injuries, mentions of blood, mentions of the film 'Twilight'

***

“How the hell is it that you are somehow injured to the point of being near death yet again?!” You snapped at the turtle that had perched on your fire escape.

Raph flushed, looking mildly embarrassed somehow despite his unwavering grimace of pain.

You sighed and opened the door, slinging his arm over your shoulder to lug him to the couch.

“Sorry.” He grunted through his wince as you set him down as gently as you could. “I can explain-”

You smiled ruefully. “No, no…lemme guess. Ya got mad- probably at Leo, though it could also be Mikey- and stormed off to go fight crime on your own. And now that you’ve sprained your ankle and busted your lip, you’ve come to me so that you don’t have to return home with your tail between your legs.”

He looked surprised, raising his brow ridge at the amount of accuracy.

“Dude you did this like…just last month.” You sighed, and he mouthed ‘oh’, reaffirmed that you were indeed not a stalker.

“Well…you’re the medic.” He shrugged, smiling weakly.

You scoffed. “Wrong. Donnie is.”

“Donnie once strapped me to a table and threatened to saw my plastron open.” Raph scowled. “And I don’t care that he was joking- I don’t trust him with medic privilege anymore.”

“But Don knows more than I do about how to fix you up.” You said, grabbing the first aid kit.

“Well…I like you better.” Raph grumbled, crossing his arms.

You tried to resist smiling at that. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” You lied.

Raph rolled his eyes. “It’s not…I’m not trying to….whatever, just do your thing, would ya?”

You snorted. “Sure, King Raphael.”

“Please?” He added, and you sighed. “Okay, okay. Fine. Just stop getting hurt, would ya?”

“Well…it’s sorta in the whole ‘ninja vigilante’ job description, genius.”

You smiled ruefully, and began to wrap his ankle. “Yeah, I know. Maybe I just don’t like seeing you injured. But still…I’m glad you trust me to patch you up, dork.”

He yawned and punched you lightly on the shoulder. “Wouldn’t trust anyone more.”

You rolled your eyes and handed him some ibuprofen pills before sitting on the couch next to him.

“Wanna watch a movie while you procrastinate on telling your brothers that I had to save your shell again?”

“Yeah,” He murmured sleepily, swallowing the pain meds.

“Hm. ‘Kay, Twilight it is.” You grinned.

Had Raph been even slightly more alert, he probably would have protested, but at this point, the adrenaline of the night had caught up with him. So instead of protesting, he rested his head on your shoulder and watched the movie about glittery vampires.

You smiled and wrapped a soft blanket around his shoulders. Maybe it was sorta annoying and stressful how often Raph got injured, but you had to admit, it was pretty nice hanging out with him like this. And it was also sorta nice to know he trusted you to take care of him.

He yawned and put an arm around you. “Hey (Y/N)?”

“Yeah Rafa?”

“Thanks for doing this for me. It…well, it really does…y’know, mean a lot to me and stuff.” He whispered before fading into sleep.

You smiled and hugged him back.

***

“Hey (Y/N), is it normal to have the world sorta…sorta spinning n’ stuff?” Said Mikey.

You stared at him wide eyed.

“Angelo, buddy, pal, you just got thrown into a fucking wall!” You screeched.

“So that’s like…noooot normal?” Mikey said slowly.

“Ai ya. You are so lucky that Raph and Leo don’t need my backup right now.” You muttered, more to yourself than to him as you dragged the injured Michelangelo off the battlefield.

You’d come along today to kick Foot Ninja butt and smash robots, not treat concussions. But apparently Raph wasn’t the only one under the impression that you were suddenly team medic. God, where was Don when you needed him?!

“(Y/N)...my head hurts.” Mikey whispered, clutching it in his hands, before seeming to notice his change in location. “I-I mean, I’m totally mondo, bro! Lemme go back to fighting! I can’t let my bros down (Y/N), seriously-”

“Shut up Mikey, you probably have a concussion-”

“S’okay, I can still fight good! I’ve done it before, seriously-”

“Ah, so you’re delusional too…” You said, pretending to write it down.

“(Y/N), really man-”

You sighed and dropped the act, as your nonchalant attitude clearly wasn’t working. “Mikester, you fight great. But your brothers are fine. It’s just a few Footbots, nothing they haven’t handled before, and besides, you took out a heck of a lot of them before you got wall-thrown. You really even their odds! But now you're injured, and the best thing you can do for your brothers is take a break!” You exclaimed, propping him up against a wall a block away from the fight.

He frowned, brow ridges knit together. “You sure- oohhh did someone just stab my eyes with a glowing sword bro…?”

“Nah man, that’s just the streetlight.” You said gently, unpacking the first-aid kit that you were lucky to have had the foresight to bring along, and mentally ran through the concussion tests you knew.

You tapped Mikey’s hand and ankle at the same time. “Okay. Where am I touching you?” You said.

“Uhhh…my hand.” He mumbled out.

“Nothing on the ankle?”

“Nah…”

Shit, okay, he’d failed that test…

You swallowed and read the instructions for another one off your phone.

‘1. Tap the bridge of the patient's nose.

They will begin to blink, but should stop after 2-3 blinks.

After more than 3 blinks the subject is considered concussed.’ said the article.

You tapped his snout gently, and he blinked in shock.

“Ow!”

“Sorry.”

One blink, two, three, four, five- uh oh.

“Okay…you’re officially concussed, Mikey!” You said weakly.

“Ohhh…that’s not good, is it, bro?” He moaned.

“No... Look, I’ve got this bag of ice, I’m gonna hold it onto your head, okay?” You said, making sure to speak as calmly and clearly as you could manage.

He nodded, before groaning in pain at the movement. You eased the ice onto his forehead as gently as you could manage, and grabbed some pain meds out of your first aid kit.

“Here, swallow these.”

He complied.

“Woah, what’s going on here?!” Said a voice from behind you.

“Don!” You grinned, spinning around to see the familiar turtle. He was by your side in an instant, studying Mikey himself.

“He’s got a concussion.” You sighed.

“Ooh, that’s…not ideal.” Don winced. “Look, I’ve gotta grab the Shellraiser- I’ll pick you up in a minute, Mikey. In the meantime, stay with the medic and don’t do anything stupid.”

“I’m not the medic-” You argued.

“Aren’t you?” Don frowned, pointing to your first aid kit.

“Well even if I was -which I’m not- I have a name, dude.” You protested, but he had already darted off to grab the car. You sighed and mumbled something about those ‘dang teenagers’ as if you weren’t also one.

“S’okay (Y/N), I believe in ya! You can be medic if you set your mind to it…”Mikey grinned loopily.

You facepalmed. “No, that’s not what I- augh. Whatever. Sure, Mikey.” You sighed.

“Anytime, dude.” He said, giving you a weak thumbs-up.

***

“Is he okay?” You said, frowning as Mikey lay passed out on the cot in Don’s lab.

“He’ll be fine. He was lucky to have you there though, it would’ve been way worse if he’d tried to go back to fighting the way you said he wanted to.” Don shrugged, smiling. “So, good job, Team Medic!”

You frowned. “Whoa whoa woah, no. Donnie, you’re the team medic.”

Don shook his head. “No, I’m Team Scientist. I only have an arbitrary understanding of medical stuff- I’m more of a ‘mechanics’ guy. And occasionally chemistry, nowadays, but y’know.”

“So you think I -Me, an untrained ametuer- would be a better medic than you, a full fledged genius scientist?!” You said indignantly.

“Well…yeah, you have basic first aid training, which is more than even I have, and you’re great under pressure- Um…do you not want to be?” He stammered awkwardly. “See I just figured …the more the merrier, right? But if you don’t want to, obviously we don’t have to do that…it’d just be nice to have someone else, I guess…” He continued, fiddling with his duffle bag strap anxiously.

You sighed, running through the mental pros and cons list.

On the one hand…It would mean more safety for the boys, finally getting to use your medical training, and a bit of pressure off of Donnie- who already shouldered the huge burden that came with the title of ‘Scientist/Engineer/Argument Breaker-Upper/Mechanic/Chemist/Ninja’.

But on the other hand, it was a huge responsibility. What if one of them got injured so badly that you couldn’t help? What if you were at school or work or on vacation or something, what would they do then?

Well…then again, Donnie was still there and able to help. And plus…you’d be the medic, not the doctor. You weren’t sure you could handle long term stuff, but if you were just the first aid…well actually, that didn’t seem too bad. After all, you were already Raph’s personal human first aid kit, and that was only mildly stressful, so maybe doing the same for the other brothers wouldn’t be too terrible?

“Well- I mean, I guess you have a point, what with how often you guys are injured…” You said, considering it. “It’s a huge responsibility, but I guess so long as I have you as backup, Dee…”

Don blinked. “Wait…so you’ll do it?” He said.

Eh…sure why not.

“You know what? …Yeah, I guess so.” You said finally. “But only if you promise you’ll help me out, genius.” You decided, holding out our hand to shake on it.

He grinned and shook it weakly. “Thanks so much, (Y/N). You have no idea how helpful this is.” He said, relieved.

You smiled despite yourself. “Hey, wouldn’t want the world’s best scientist to deal with even more shit than he has to, right?” You said, only half joking.

He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well best is a strong word...”

You chuckled at his reaction. “Well, you’re certainly the best I know, Don. I’m honored that you trust me with something like this, seriously.”

He smiled, suddenly shy. “Hey, thanks for agreeing to it. This is super helpful- and you’re the best candidate by far.”

“Gasp, better than Casey?” You said in mock surprise.

He chuckled. “Way better than Casey.”

“You know, one time I stubbed my toe, and his go-to instinct was to chuck a hockey puck at it to, quote, ‘get the blood flowing’. So I guess you’re right there.” You mused.

“Dude! I WAS HELPING!” Yelled Casey, summoned by the sound of shit being talked about him.

“We’ve been over this Case’- YOU INJURED ME MORE!” You yelled back, and Don doubled over laughing.

“Oh yes, I’m glad my suffering amuses you.” You said, falling against the wall dramatically.

“S-sorry-” Don wheezed as he leaned on his staff to straighten his posture, very obviously not sorry.

“Y’know what?! It totally does amuse me!” Casey sassed, tossing his hair just as dramatically.

“You guys are so mean.” You said, faking a voice crack as you pretended to wipe away tears.

***

“Hey (Y/N)? I’m sorry I ruined your chances to fight.” Said Mikey a while later.

You looked up from your math homework. “You’re awake?” You said, surprised. Don had estimated that it would be another hour or so before he regained consciousness.

“Uh…apparently. How long was I out?” He mumbled.

“Just a few hours, dude. How’s the head?”

“...Hurts.” He said, cringing. “Aw, man.”

“D’you want me to dim the lights a bit?” You offered. The lab’s lights were already dimmer than usual, but you did have Donnie’s extremely bright desk lamp on for your homework.

“Maybe?” Mikey grunted. “Is everyone okay?”

You complied and turned off the desk lamp, leaving the room shadow-y but not fully dark.

“Yeah, everyone’s fine, Mike’.” You nodded. “You’re the only one that got injured, and that’s just ‘cause one of Shredder’s goons threw your head into a wall.”

“Okay, lame! What a buzzkill.” Mikey whined. “Thanks for patching me up.”

“No problem!” You said firmly.

“It kinda was though, ‘cause I messed up your chance to fight…isn’t that why you were so angry about having to treat me?” Mikey mumbled, looking away.

You cringed, remembering how you had indeed complained. “Aw, Angelo- I…I didn’t mean it like that. That was the stress talking more than anything else, and besides- that’s how I act around Raph, y’know? All like…sarcastic and begrudging because he alway gets hurt for dumbass reasons. I guess I kinda forgot that you’re…not Raph, you know what I mean?” You shrugged, trying to ignore the burning wave of regret and embarrassment that was washing over you.

“Kinda?” Mikey said, still not meeting your eyes. “So does that mean you’re not…mad at me?”

“Of course not.” You said, scooting your chair up next to his cot. “You didn’t do anything wrong, dude, how could I ever be mad at you? Ya did good today, Mikey, you know that?”

“You think so?” He smiled, looking up at you- almost shyly, as if he didn’t believe it….you made a mental note to compliment him more often.

“I know so, genius.” You grinned, punching him lightly in the shoulder.

“Hey! Hitting the sick dude? Not cool brah!” He grinned, punching you back.

“Oh hey- we ordered pizza a bit ago! You feelin’ up for a slice?” You suggested, remembering how Leo had set some aside for whenever Mikey woke up.

“Uh no duh?! Of course I want pizza! Where is it?!”

You laughed, standing up. “Okay, I’ll go get it for ya, dude. Good job today bro.”

“Ditto, mondo-medic!”

“Oh boy, a new nickname. How tubular.” You grunted, smiling good naturedly before you ducked out of the lab.

***

Now you were used to Raphael showing up on your fire escape. But tonight, there was a turtle on your fire escape who not only was not Raphael, but was also one of the least likely people to ever show up injured, ever.

He rapped on the window. “Hey, (Y/N)!”

“Leo? What the hell are you doing here?” You shoved the door to the fire escape open, and let him in.

“Thanks.” He rasped, limping into the living room. “Sorry to bother you, (Y/N). I just…needed some help from someone who isn’t one of my brothers, and…y’know, the medic.”

“What happened?” You said, taking in his all-black getup. “What’s with the goth makeover? …And your voice being raspier than usual?”

He chuckled nervously, and it faded into a cough. “Uh…y’know, Karai stuff?”

You blinked. “...What?”

He rubbed the back of his head. “Look, it’s a bit of a long story,” he smiled awkwardly, “...But Karai and I may have sorta…y’know, committed arson…?”

He said it as if it were something like ‘Karai and I cheated on a test’ or ‘Karai and I got a parking ticket’.

“...Leo?!” You said, staring at him in awe.

“Look that’s unimportant- The issue is that I think I knocked my bad knee out of it’s socket while we were running away, and obviously inhaled more smoke than I should’ve-”

“Why the fuck were you commiting arson?!” You exclaimed, cutting him off.

He sighed, fiddling with his katana’s strap. (-oh wait no, that was a…seatbelt? Right, he was in an emo phase, apparently.)

“I mean I understand the urge- who hasn’t been tempted to start a fire, all that or whatever- but you?!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands into the air wildly. “Like, I’d expect this from Raph or Casey but…you?!” You continued, not even sure what to say.

He opened his mouth and closed it. “Uh…”

You sighed and sat down on the couch, shaking your head. “And you fucking hurt your bad knee…agh. Leo…”

He sat down next to you, staring at the floor.

“...No.” You grunted, staring at the ceiling. “The couch is for people who don’t commit arson. You get the Stool of Shame.”

“-Huh?”

“The Stool of Shame, dude.” You reiterated, pointing at the rickety old tin seat in the corner that, based on the size, you were pretty sure was made for elementary school children.

Leo swallowed in embarrassment, but limped across the room to uncomfortably perch on the tiny stool.

You stifled a smirk at the visual of the gothed-out Leonardo staring at the ground in shame, fidgeting with his hands as he sat in the much too small chair.

“Do you feel ashamed?” You said flatly.

He nodded.

“Good. You should be. Arson is bad, Leo, and we both know that you know that it’s bad.” You said, standing up and walking towards the kitchenette to make yourself some tea.

Leo nodded again, rocking side to side on the chair anxiously.

“D’ya want mint tea or green tea? Ooh, and there’s also cherry coke I think in the fridge.” You added absently.

“Uh…green is good, no milk?” Leo said slowly.

“Cool cool. You mentioned smoke inhalation?” You said, putting the kettle on.

“Yeah…”

“Alright. How’s the throat, then?” You said. You’d been reading up a bit on throat injuries after Leo complained lightly about his long-term injuries acting up, and if it was bad then, you had a solid hunch it would be way worse now.

“...Well, I mean…It…hurts,” He shrugged, shifting in the Shame Stool as he tried to downplay the ramifications of his dumbass choices.

“Shocking.” You said, turning back to preparing the tea.

“Look, it was an accident!” He said defensively. “We didn’t plan on the alarms closing the East exit, that didn't happen last…time…oooh.” He winced, realizing his mistake a second too late.

You slowly turned back towards him, feeling your eye twitch.

“Ya wanna say that last bit one more time Leon?” You said as evenly as you could manage.

He gulped, but met your eyes. “...That didn’t…happen…last time.” He said in a small voice.

“Last time.” You repeated.

“LAST TIME.” You said, louder this time.

Leo cringed.

You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself. “So your knee is re-injured and your throat is hurting.” You mumbled, listing the symptoms in the hope that focusing on the task at hand would keep you from flipping out at him. “And you’ve fucking done this…twice…”

He coughed, as if he wanted to say something, but held his tongue.

You made a sound of frustration. “Okay, more than twice?”

He nodded, brow ridges knitted together as he stared at his feet.

“You are…so lucky that I don’t have Splinter’s phone number.” You hissed.

He nodded again. “You’re right.” He said in a small voice.

“Yeah, I know I’m right!” You snapped, stirring two tablespoons of honey into his tea aggressively. Some of it spilled on the floor. “Unlike some of us, I’m not an idiot!”

You sighed, walking across the room to hand him the mug. “Lemme go get the first aid kit. In the meantime, you have about two minutes to think of a good explanation for this.”

“Yes sensei- uh I mean (Y/N)! Yes (Y/N).” He nodded, flustered, and saved himself from meeting your eyes by taking a giant sip of tea.

You rolled your eyes and left the room to grab the first aid kit.

When you came back, he was gagging on tea.

“Is something wrong with it?” You said flatly.

“Nah, it’s- it’s fine! Maybe a little too much sugar-”

“When will you learn that your actions have consequences, Mr. I-just-inhaled-tons-of-smoke-fumes? …Heh. It’s honey, soothes the pain.” You said, smiling.

“Oh. Okay then.” He mumbled.

“So if your knee is dislocated, I’m gonna have to shove it back into place, which is gonna hurt like hell, okay?” You warned. “I do have some pain meds, but obviously they’re not exactly professional- just the drugstore over-the-counter stuff.”

He nodded and accepted the pills.

“Cool. Now…why the hell were you committing arson, Fearless Leader?” You sighed, sitting against the wall next to the Stool of Shame.

He shrugged. “Well…first off, it wasn’t like, random- It was Shredder’s stuff. Karai, Shinigami, and I were burning Shredder’s stuff. Secondly, Karai was gonna do it whether I participated or not! I had to come along to keep her safe!”

“Karai’s a tough girl, Lee. She doesn’t need you to keep her safe- plus, she’s older than you. If anything, she should be keeping you safe, right?” You said gently.

“(Y/N)- yeah she’s tough! But like…she’s not exactly as…well, y’know, stable as us!” Leo tried to explain. “I mean, she’s had a tough life, and only recently started therapy- and even then, she can’t really be forthright with her therapist because she’s gotta keep all the mutants and gang stuff secret- And so maybe I just wanna be there to keep her from doing something impulsive and hurting herself!”

You glanced over at him, and he broke eye contact in favor of taking another sip of tea.

“So then…you know exactly how I feel, huh?” You said softly.

He blinked. “Huh?”

“Feeling worried about someone who matters to ya doing impulsive shit and getting hurt?” You prompted, shooting him a half-hearted smile.

His eyes widened. “...Oh.”

You patted his shell.

“I…I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I didn’t think-”

“That I have feelings? I know, I know, I do tend to go for the emotionless robot vibe.” You joked, putting your hand on your heart dramatically. “But beneath the layers of deadpan stares and blunt comments…I hurt…” You swooned.

Leo chuckled, shoving you lightly. “Alright, alright, laugh it up…”

“But seriously, Leo.” You said, leaning on the wall again. “It’s scary when you go out there and get hurt. You’re one of my best friends in the universe, and y’know…I don’t like seeing you get needlessly injured. Karai’s a big girl, let her handle her own problems. Maybe try bonding with her over…I dunno, bubble tea instead of arson, you know?” You chuckled.

He smiled, leaning back. “Alright, you’re right.”

“Now…look. All the nice feelings stuff aside…” You said, studying his knee. “I’m sorry but I’m gonna have to call Don about this one. I don’t exactly trust my ability to do this without causing a fracture.”

“Aw, (Y/N)-”

***

Over the past few months, being the team medic had grown into a more comfortable position. You actually felt you were helping, and more importantly, it was kinda fun!

However, all of that was under the watchful eye of one Donatello Hamato. He was far more useful in terms of the steps after first aid, and you weren’t too sure you’d be able to trust yourself as a medic just yet without his minor help- that’s to say, he was a nice safety harness in the risky rockwall that was being an ametuer medic.

So when you lost said safety net, you weren’t 100% sure how to react.

It had been a normal night of waiting in the lair while the turtles went on a normal patrol until it wasn’t.

There was a flurry of movement in the tunnels, a yelp, and the siblings were storming into the lair in a panic.

“Lab! Now!” Leo cried.

Mikey was tearful, Raph panicking, and Leo’s face was trying to be stoic and failing. Your gaze shifted to Don, who hung from Leo and Raph’s shoulders, unconscious.

You threw the lab doors open, and Raph laid Don down on the work counter before sinking to the floor in a stunned silence.

“Wha- What happened?” You said, trying to bite back your panic. Right, pressure, pressure, I’m- I’m good under pressure, be chill (Y/N)-

Leo paced the floor. “Ambush. Tigerclaw and co. Didn’t think they were gonna be there… I-I didn’t know-”

You patted his shoulder. “Of course you didn’t, Lee, take a deep breath- What happened to Don?”

“They got him in the shoulder.” Mikey supplied.

You stifled a ‘Ya think?!’ and tugged on some latex gloves. You approached Donnie, biting your lip nervously.

There was a… a lotta blood. He was losing it by the second.

“How long has he been bleeding?” You asked, your voice coming out so much calmer than you felt.

“Half an hour? Maybe?” Leo said helplessly.

Half an hour and still bleeding… so so much…

I’m definitely not experienced enough to handle a transfusion operation, so- just gotta stick with Don’s emergency med stash and- and stitching-

He was pale. You didn’t know that scales could be pale. You swallowed the bile in your throat and opened the drawer of sterile equipment.

Needle and thread, needle and thread, needle and thread… Your brain chanted unhelpfully as you tried to locate them.

Hydrogen peroxide, disinfect the wound-

You soaked a cloth with the hydrogen peroxide and cleaned the gashes, and his breathing sped up. Understandable. You were confident that it stung.

Wincing, you continued cleaning.

“Is he- is he okay?” Raph whispered from the floor.

I- maybe?! No?! I- I don’t know, I’m just- ah-

“He will be.” You said firmly, as if you weren’t mentally spiralling. You tried to focus on the repetitive motion of cleaning the wound.

You swallowed and reached for the needle.

Raph tracked your actions, and, eyes going wide as he realized what you were planning, covered his mouth in horror and discomfort, no doubt picturing the feeling of stitches in his own shoulder. Huh, you hadn’t expected Raph to be squeamish, ha. Oh god you also sorta wanted to throw up-

“Leo, we should get Raph outta here before he hurls!” Mikey said, as if he wasn’t feeling just as freaked out.

“Actually, all of you should probably step out so I can focus.” You said, hoping to end the performance anxiety and pressure all the pressure all of-

“Are you sure?” Said Leo.

“A hundred percent.” You said firmly.

Raph bolted out and Mikey followed.

Leo shot Don a final nervous glance.

“He’ll be okay.” You said, faking stoic confidence. “I promise.”

He nodded, and followed his brothers out of the lab.

You swallowed nervously and got to work.

***

“Oohhh…” Don moaned.

Uh-oh.

You were really glad he was conscious- but you were not glad that he had chosen to wake up before you finished stitching his skin back together.

“Shhh, it’s okay-” You tried to whisper, but Donnie’s eyes shot open.

“Oh my god….why does my shoulder feel like- eugghhhh….” He groaned. “Tigerclaw…”

“You’re on the best pain meds in your collection, but uh….” You mumbled guiltily. “I wasn’t quite finished with ya.”

Don gave a double take as his eyes traveled up to his half-stitched mess of a shoulder.

He gave a weak sound of discomfort and nausea.

You took a deep breath and smiled weakly. “Uh…did I fuck it up?”

“No…it looks…ha…great.” He said with a laboured breath. “Well, obviously not great, but like- you know- solid stitchwork…”

You winced. “Aw Don, don’t strain yourself by talking…”

“I’m-...I’m okay.” He insisted despite the weak warble of his voice. “See? I told-...I told you we’d need a medic that isn’t me, remember? Looks like I….picked the right person, huh?” He smiled.

You gave a weak sound that might have been either a laugh or a sob.

Your hands trembled in their blood-stained gloves, and you tried to ignore it as you continued stitching.

His breath hitched everytime you pierced his skin, and you tried to ignore the involuntary- and illogical- guilt at hurting him.

“How ‘bout- y- Ahem. How about you?” He said softly.

“Huh?” You hummed, pulling the largest wound closed at last.

“Are you okay?”

You drew in a shaky breath and tried to keep your hands from shaking. “I mean…I’ve been better,” You deadpanned, although your heart was clearly not in it.

“Ditto. Hope I don’t look too much like Frankenstein’s monster once we’re through with this, eh?” He chuckled, but it died in a whimper of pain.

You cringed.

Don’s smile faded, and he glanced at you. “Seriously though…are you okay?”

You sighed, wringing your bloody hands. “...Are you sure I’m the best person for this job?”

“Do you….do you not want to be?” He asked.

You shrugged noncommittally.

Maybe you didn’t. What had these past few months been if not stressful? Maybe April was better for the job. Maybe you didn’t want it.

No, that wasn’t true.

Admittedly, fixing Donnie’s wounds yourself was far less scary than it would have been to wait outside with the others, unsure if he was getting better or not. And you maybe-sorta-liked being the one Leo went to when he hurt his knee, the one to comfort Mikey as he dealt with feelings, the one to fix Raph up when he did dumb shit as per usual.

Yeah, you liked being a medic. What you didn’t love quite so much was the grimace of pain on Donnie’s face as he worried about whether or not the person he trusted with his life even wanted to help him.

You sighed and began bandaging his shoulder.

“...I do, Dee, I guess I just worry is all…’Cause what if I do something wrong? This is far more high-pressure than like…a math test, y’know?”

Don frowned. “Well you’re doing great right now if it makes you feel any better…”

“Oh yeah? Thanks.” You smiled. “You taught me well, genius.”

“Nah, I never showed you all the procedures and stuff- that’s all you, you know.” Don smiled, closing his eyes.

You glanced down at the bandage, realizing that he was right- you’d learned this in a life guard training lesson a few summers ago. Huh.

“Besides, can you imagine like- Mikey or Casey or someone being in charge of this? I’d end up even more injured than before!” He chuckled.

“I mean…I won’t argue with you there…” You snorted.

“Anyways, I trust you, (Y/N). I know that I’m in good hands.” He said with another smile.

“You sure? ‘Cause these look more like zombie hands or somethin’ to me,” You joked, holding up your blood-stained gloves. It was a true testament to Don’s hidden unhinged-ness that he burst into laughter rather than scolding you for the joke that you admittedly realized was in poor taste.

“It’s just…ketchup, don’t worry about it!” He quipped through his laughter.

“Mm, yeah, totally!” You grinned, tossing the gross gloves into the trash before washing your hands.

“Well Don…I think you’ll be okay. D’you want me to go get your brothers?”

He nodded. “Sounds good. And (Y/N)? Thank you. For everything.”

You smiled, punching him lightly on his good arm. “Hey, I’m just doin’ my job.”

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#tmnt x reader #tmnt 2012 x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt 2012 raph x reader #raph x reader #2k12 raph x reader #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt 2012 leo x reader #leonardo x reader #2k12 leo x reader #tmnt mikey x reader #2003 tmnt x reader #2003 don x reader #donatello x reader #michelangelo x reader

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zerohirrotries · 1 year

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Man, the newest Bad Batch episode hit hard on me...

First off, I am glad they are touching on clone rights more. Like I think that is something everyone wants in the Star Wars universe. I also love all the references to other characters/shows (The senator Riyo Chuchi, the garage which Rafa and Trace Martez own, and bringing Halle Burtoni back).

However, with the bad batch I love that they have Rex in the episode. Love that he is saving other clones that need help.

But the main thing that got me is what Echo does. For how he does it and all the foreshadowing of things makes my dumb headcannon for him seem to fit in well.

For, Echo always seems to be left out of what the batch is doing. He is always the odd one or the one that makes things worse. Through the series Echo seems more distant than the rest with each other.

So during season 2, Echo starts to bring up regular clones more often and his past. He always looks tired and like he is regretting something. It looks like to me that he has survivors guilt still and thinks he is messing the team up.

So when they meet up with Rex again, Echo feels some joy with his friend. He feels like he has someone who has the same feelings about things like him, for instants the fight to save clones.

Within the time with the batch, Echo seem to lost his joy and almost upset with himself. Through season 2, he keeps referring the batch with the past tense "was". Like when Omega offers him to meditate, he says the batch "was" the place that he felt like he belonged. But now it faded as the war ended.

As how he worded his goodbye to the batch, it seems everyone knew he was leaving. Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech all seem alright with his decision. Maybe they understood why Echo wanted to leave or they just did not care? I hope it is the first one...

But having him join Rex to save other clones hits hard. For it seems like he is trying to make sure others do not end up like him. But he does not notice how much this will hurt the batch, especially Omega.

Like, man... At least he says it is not permanent. I think Echo is just needing space, for at the start of season 2 he seems to be upset with himself more.

I do not know fully, but I do know is that they better have Echo come back soon!! If he dies off screen or comes back for nothing I will be disappointed!!

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marjansmarwani · 2 years

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for the asks-

2,9,17,22,23,39,42,43,66

you don’t have to answer them all if you don’t want to haha😂

But I absolutely will, Anon!

2. What made you start the show?

In typical fashion, it was a gifset. To be more exact, it was the scene right after the corn silo where they form a wall around Marjan and I was intrigued. Ironically the next day my mom mentioned a new Rob Lowe show she thought I would like, so it's at least partially her fault.

9. Favorite cast member?

On a complete simp level, Natacha. I cannot get over how gorgeous she is. But on other levels, either Brain or Rafa. They both do so much work for causes they care about and I really love to hear their takes.

17. Wishes for next season?

More storylines and backstories for Marjan, Paul, Mateo, and Nancy.

More Reyes fam content

Carlos whump

TK and Owen

Just a really beautiful Tarlos wedding (preferably at the end of the season. We deserve to see them wedding plan and be fiances for a bit)

More Carlos and Grace storylines period

22. Character you used to like but now hate?

I wouldn't say hate, but Owen Strand and I have been on a bit of a roller coaster. I used to love him, hated him in season 2 for a bit, and while I don't hate him anymore and my view of him changed again by the second half of s3, I still don't love him as much as I did in the beginning.

23. Character you use to hate but now like?

I too hated Judd for the first 20 minutes he was on our screens, but that changed significantly. And I never hated her, but I don't think I ever expected to like Tommy Vega as much as I do.

39. Your favorite headcannon?

Pizza discourse has happened.

42. Favorite Judd/Grace moment?

I think the one after they find out about Wyatt because it really showed how much they love each other and know each other. There's something beautiful about going to your partner and saying "I know what I'm feeling doesn't make sense but that doesn't change the fact that I am feeling it" and for them to accept that and not try to tell you you're wrong, to let you feel what you are feeling.

43. Favorite Paul/Marjan moment?

Them at the supermarket when Marjan tracks down the murder deputy

66. Bloopers or behind the scenes?

Bloopers, but I would prefer deleted scenes

yee haw wee woo show asks

#ask games

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eugeneplace · 1 year

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I would love for everyone to meet... Parmi!

Parmigianino is my headcannon for one of the lost siblings of the boys (along with Venus). You know what lost siblings I mean? The ones we would meet in Season 3? That ones!

In my Au, Long-lost Pink, Splinter managed to rescue him too from the lab's explosion and raised him along with Red, Purple, Blue and Orange (here Parmi would be Pink). But he "disappeared" when he was five years old (Rafa was seven, Leo and Donnie six and Mikey four)

His father could have abandoned Par. But they would not! Your brothers never lost hope.

And they kept looking for him for eight years...

He is a sea turtle and his weapon is a bow, he has a spectacular aim

He doesn't have the characteristic three fingers, becase he has fins. But that's cool

Its make him looks like the 2012!Turtles...

Perdonen el mal inglés, puedo entender bien el inglés pero todavía estoy aprendiendo a escribir

#He is my turtle son #And I love him #rottmnt #rottmnt au #save rottmnt #rottmnt season 3 #rise season 3 #rottmnt oc #Long-lost Pink Au

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ramp-it-up · 3 years

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Tío Rafa

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader; Rafael Casal x Family Word Count: 1402, Head Cannon Style

Warnings: None really. Google translate for Spanish and Portuguese, Fluff; the teeniest bit of relationship angst; babysitting, family; what happens when toddlers ingest junk food then jump around; baby cursing?

A/N: This is another combination of an ask for “Fun Uncle Rafa,” and one for a certain line which was probably an angst prompt but I turned it into fluff. Sorry, not sorry Nonnie. Cause it’s a Celebration Heaux! 🎉🎊🍾

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Rafa had ONE job. To keep his niece alive for 8 hours.

You and Rafael were in town for an appearance, but had a few days of down time to visit family. You had already spent the day before with the entire fam, eating and laughing at his mom’s house.

Today, you were going to treat his sister Gabriela to an afternoon at the spa.

She worked hard as a teacher and was wrangling her beautiful 2 and a half year old by herself over the Spring Break because her husband was out of town.

It was the perfect opportunity for him to spend time with his niece.

Rafa was a little hurt because last night, the beautiful little girl shied away from him because she hadn’t really gotten to know him.

Today was going to fix that. You thought of it not only for Gabriela, but for Rafael as well.

He often talked about how much he wanted to spend more time with his niece and that he wished the connection were stronger.

This was in part because there was a language barrier when he facetimed, as Gabriela and her husband were raising the Sofia to speak Portuguese, not Spanish or even English.

Luckily, he was still Tío Rafa in Spanish or Portuguese. He’d take it.

When talking about his sister’s beautiful baby, he got this look in his eyes and then he would start wondering aloud what your kids would look like.

You didn’t know how to take it because most of the time he bragged about never having children.

You loved him so much, but you weren’t sure if you agreed with him or not in these rare moments.

You weren’t sure if your future together was long term and involved bringing another human into the world. You two were just enjoying being together.

Right?

Rafa loved being a free spirit. You loved being spontaneous. How would you two be as parents?

The whole morning, Rafa was talking about the upcoming day. He was excited, nervous and unsure. You had never quite seen him like that.

“Babe, you can do anything you set your mind to. You’re her uncle. You love her. You’re the most gentle man I know.”

Rafa smiled and took you in his arms, kissed you, then got anxious again.

“But what if I can’t do it? What if something goes wrong and Gabriela never lets me see her again?”

“It will be fine.”

But Rafa wasn’t too sure.

Turned out Gabriela wasn’t too sure either. You could tell by her wide eyes, bags of supplies, and laundry list of instructions that she was nervous when she arrived at your suite at 10 am.

But after Rafael took the baby and looked at her adoringly, Gabriela visibly relaxed.

“Fica comigo mamãe!” Sofia sat up in Rafael’s arms and reached for her mother. Gabriela didn’t take her from Rafa, but went close, rubbed her back, and spoke to her in a soothing tone.

“Shhhh. Sofia, está tudo bem. Você estará com seu Tio Rafa.” She gave her a hug before smiling at Rafa and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Sofia settled down and watched, fascinated.

Gabriela whispered something in his ear and he nodded, kissing her cheek in return. “No te preocupe Gabriela.”

Before you and left, you went and hugged Rafa and smiled at Sofia, whispering in his ear, too.

“Don’t panic. She can smell fear.”

Rafa chuckled and said, “Ha, ha.” You winked at him as you two walked out of the door. “We’ll be back by 6.”

After you left, Rafa was left to stare at his niece.

“So what do you want to do?” He asked. Sofia answered, babbling in a mix of baby talk and Portuguese.

Rafael didn’t understand a word, but he responded as if he did. “Really! What a great idea!” He was rewarded with a laugh.

From the minute Rafa walked her through the Shoe entrance to Children’s Fairlyland, she had a ball.

The animals, Pinoccio and the Three Little Pigs were a hit.

Everything she pointed to that she wanted to eat and that Rafa bought her was a hit.

But the carousel, the Jolly Trolly and especially the Puppet Theatre were her favorites.

And when the day was done, Tío Rafa was her favorite as well.

Sofia began to parrot what he said in English and Rafa’s chest swelled. He was teaching her language, one of his favorite things.

As they walked back to the car, she fell asleep in his arms. He buckled her into the car seat and smoothed her hair back from her damp forehead.

She was still asleep when they got back. He put her on the bed, surrounded by pillows. He watched her adorable little baby cheeks as she slept.

It was four thirty, about an hour and a half from when you all were due to return.

Rafael sat on the couch, confident that Sofia was knocked out like Deebo, he started working, recording some lines for verses he needed to have when he got back in the studio with Diggs.

You and Gabriela come back, having had a wonderful time at the spa, brunching and getting massages, pedicures, the works.

She was amazed that Sofia was sleeping peacefully, and you could tell Rafa was proud.

“What, did you think I couldn’t do it?” You smiled as he preened. You put your arms around him as you watched Gabriela go gather Sofia in her arms.

“Mamãe…” Sofia murmured as she woke up, excited. She bounced a little on the bed as she started saying words in English.

Gabriela was impressed, but moved to get her to stop bouncing as Rafa started carrying her stuff out to Gabriela’s car.

All of a sudden Sofia shouted, “Rise, Shiiiii, Muhfuka!” Just as Rafa came back in the door.

Everyone stopped moving. Except Sofia, who was still bouncing on the bed.

Gabriela turned to Rafa. “Did she just….?”

The next sounds were of the bed springs squeaking, Sofia repeating, “Rise, Shiiiii, Muhfuka!” and her vomiting a pink mess of cotton candy, hot dogs, and strawberry soda all over the hotel duvet.

“Oh shit!” ;“Rafa! What the hell?” “Oh God, I’ll go run a bath.” You were all speaking at the same time while Sofia cried.

Gabriela stripped Sofia’s clothes off, Rafa grabbed the corners of the duvet to keep it from going everywhere, balled it up, and put it outside the door to the suite. You made sure the bath is warm and helps Gabriela get the girl into a bath.

Rafa sat back down on the couch, put his head in his hands and called housekeeping.

You didn’t say anything to Gabriela as she bathed Sofia and cursed Rafa under her breath.

An hour later, Gabriela and Sofia were finally ready to go. Rafa watched them from across the room as you said goodbye.

Sofia spotted him, demanded down from her mother’s arms and ran to Rafael.

“Want Tio Rafa!”

You weren’t crying, Gabriela was.

Honestly you were all crying.

“Sorry Little One. Mamãe is gonna get you home now.”

Rafa brought her back to Gabriela, still sure that he wouldn’t get to see her again.

“Rafael…” he braced to be blessed out. “You owe me a drink. So I’m gonna take your girl out tomorrow night, with your credit card, and you’re gonna watch Sofia again.”

His eyes got wide. He looked at you and you nodded at him to respond. “O-okay.”

Gabriela turned to Sofia. “Veremos o Tio rafa amanhã à noite, certo?”

Sofia nodded, smiled and clapped. You two walked them out to their car, and Rafa buckled her in her carseat, kissed her on the forehead as she waved and blew him a kiss as they drove away.

You two went inside, and rode the elevator back up to your room in silence, smiling at each other.

Housekeeping had replaced the duvet, and the room looked as if nothing had happened.

You relaxed on the balcony, looking at the stars. You still hadn’t spoken, not wanting to harsh the vibe. You watched Rafa’s profile as he gazed up.

Finally, he turned and gathered you in his arms. He looked at you for a long time.

“I want our daughter to look just like you.”

You opened your mouth and before you could speak, Rafael kissed your breath away.

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uncpanda · 3 years

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🔒 with Barba?

Rafael Barba x GN!Reader

I think Rafa had a certain way he thought life would go. Especially with Yelina. And then things went to hell, and between the trauma of his GF leaving him for his best friend and his father (I use that term VERY loosely) he got scared. And so work became his life. Work is safe. And before he knows it, the life he thought he would have is nearly out of sight.

Then he meets you. You're young and beautiful. And he can't imagine you being interested in him, but then you start flirting with him. You're also the one to ask him out first. You call him on his bull shit. And that helps. It forces the two of you to talk things out. And you both decide that relationship counseling is needed to keep your relationship HEALTHY.

It's there that the topic of children is brought up. And you both kind of freeze. Because of all of the things you've talked about, kids have never been a topic. But he decides, yeah, he'd like to be a dad, and you agree you'd like to be a parent too.

So you decide to get the process started. And when you do welcome a child into your lives, Rafa actually decides to retire and be a stay at home dad. And when he stares at your child, he decides there was more wrong with his father than he ever thought. Because he could never imagine hurting his own child.

He whispers that to you one night, and you simply snuggle with him and your baby.

#rafael barba #rafa #barba #law and order svu fanfic #headcannon saturday!

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magicwithineleteo · 3 years

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Light is Coming

Mateo sat in his bed wide awake. Sleepless nights were normal for him. After witnessing his father’s execution, sleep wasn’t much of a thing anymore. He drowned in his thoughts night after night, wishing for some sort of peace. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a knock at his bedroom door.

“Mateo? Are you awake?”

It was his mother. Mateo scrambled into his covers, quickly trying to look like he was sleeping. The door quietly opened as Rafa peered into the room. She took one look at her son.

“Mijo, I know you’re awake.” she said with a hand on her hip. Mateo slowly opened his eyes and sat up.

“Having a hard time sleeping, mijo?” The 8 year old nodded. Rafa paused, placing her finger on her lip in thought.

“I have an idea. Wait here.” Rafa rushed out of his room, leaving Mateo wondering where she was going. She later arrived holding two pieces of paper, both pictures. Mateo scooted over, giving Rafa room to sit on his bed. She held up one of the two pictures. It had 7 people in it. A dazzling girl stood in the middle. Mateo looked over to the second picture, it was the same beautiful girl.

“This is a picture of the royal family who ruled before Shuriki. They were around when I was merely your age, Mateo.” Rafa lifted her finger and pointed to each member of the family.

“This is King Raul and Queen Lucia. They were the kindest rulers, very caring. These are the Queen’s parents, Luisa and Francisco. This is the King’s nephew, Esteban.”

“Esteban? Like, Chancellor Esteban?” Mateo asked.

“Yes, that’s Chancellor Esteban. This is the younger princess, Princess Isabel. What a genius she was.” Rafa’s finger moved to the beauty in the middle.

“And lastly this is Princess Elena, the true heir to the throne.” Something about this princess was special to Mateo.

“Mami, why are you showing me this?”

“Patience, mijo. You will know soon.” Mateo’s attention went back to the picture of Princess Elena.

“The royal family ruled happily, everyone loved them. Once, Avalor was a peaceful, colorful, and vibrant kingdom. We were able to sing, play music, and dance on the streets. Compared to the present, it’s unimaginable. Everything changed in every way.” Rafa looked down as she recalled the memories of her early childhood. Mateo listened to her in wonder, imagining what Avalor once was.

“One day, the evil sorceress, Shuriki invaded the palace. She murdered the king and queen. Your grandfather was there, and he knew a way to protect the Queen’s parents and Princess Isabel. It was a spell to lock them into a painting, but he needed time to cast the spell. Princess Elena bravely went to stand up to Shuriki giving your grandfather time. Shuriki attacked the princess.”

“What about the chancellor?” Mateo interrupted.

“The chancellor was nowhere to be seen. Anyways, the princess was attacked. Unknown to Shuriki, she survived.”

“What? How?” Mateo wondered how someone could survive an attack from a powerful evil sorceress. “On Princess Elena’s 15th birthday, she was gifted the Amulet of Avalor, a necklace that was charmed to protect the bearer. When Shuriki attacked the princess, the amulet pulled Princess Elena inside.”

“But, I thought the royal family passed on in an accident. That’s what everybody always says.”

“No, mijo. That did not happen. Your abuelo was there and he told me everything.”

“Why are you telling me this, Mami? How will this help me sleep?”

“The point, Mateo, is that there is hope. The Amulet of Avalor is still somewhere in the world, with the princess inside. Princess Elena will return one day and she will save us all. I have no doubt that she will. Better times are coming. Light will always defeat the dark. There is always hope, Mateo. Believe in hope. See the light. Princess Elena will return, and all will be well again.”

Mateo smiled at his mother. For the first time, he wasn’t feeling afraid. He was hopeful. Hopeful that Princess Elena will return and peace will be restored. Rafa smiled back and kissed her son’s forehead as she tucked him back into bed. Mateo managed to take the picture of the princess when his mother wasn’t looking.

“Are you okay, mijo?” Rafa asked as she covered Mateo with a few blankets.

“Yes, Mami. Thank you for telling me about Princess Elena. Will you tell me again tomorrow night?”

“Of course, Mateo. I will tell you 1000 times. Light is coming. I love you, Mateo.”

“I love you too, Mami.” Mateo smiled at her as he shut his eyes.

“Buenas noches.” Rafa whispered as she closed his bedroom door.

Mateo quietly went to his small desk and pulled out a red pen. He circled the princess and scribbled the word “hope” at the bottom. He quickly hopped into his bed as he hugged the picture on his chest, and fell asleep with the warmth of hope in his mind.

#elena of avalor #eoa #one shot #mateo de alva #rafa de alva #my first one shot #fluff #pre eoa #so in secret of avalor mateo said his mom told him elena's story so many times that he memorized it so i wrote about the first time she tol #also the execution thing is a headcannon of mine #so that's that #i hope you like it :)#also has mild eleteo

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wreakhavoconmacroissantdiggs · 4 years

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The picture of Rafael straddling the concrete slab (?) is so hot. Imagine the reader being his personal photographer. The reader likes it because he's a good subject while Rafael likes to tease the reader with his manuerisms and facial expressions.

Yeah, it is. I see that it's recently become a crowd favorite. This is a great imagine. Let's do it.

You were recommended to Rafa by a close mutual friend.

You were nervous to take the job at first. Rafa and his team asked you to capture stills for a movie, and you'd only ever done people and locations separately.

This is why they thought your work was nice enough so you could do the job

The first night you reviewed your stills, you discovered that you really loved taking photos of Rafa (he was gorgeous, for one, although you were very good at keeping it professional and friendly. Second, who on EARTH caught golden light like that???)

You decided to share what you had so far with him at lunch the next day.

Rafa was very impressed.

After the movie wrapped, he wanted your help and your creative eye on the editing process and the two of you worked very closely.

One day y'all were both working hard and needed to blow off some steam, so you abandoned the work for the day and just went out and had fun.

Rafa got really nervous that afternoon. You took him out of his shell by taking his picture in a bunch of different positions.

Then reviewing them he said in a jovial tone, "please never stop taking my pictures, ever! You're so good at this"

"It helps that I have such an amazing subject. I mean no one catches the sunlight like you."

Rafa blushed, and offered his hand to you, and you squeezed it.

Let's start, you suggested, first impromptu shoot on the books 😊

He would pose on the weirdest places just to get a laugh, and he knew it would work

You'd say smile, and he'd give you this wide, happy grin like a 5 year old. You just roll your eyes.

It's so easy to photograph his laughter. There's never a bad side to him, it seems

After a few months of starting this close partnership, you form another one!

This means that Rafa will wake up early some mornings, straddle you, and take pictures of your cute face

When you pout and tell him that film is expensive, and gently pry the camera out of his hands, he promises(and always does) buy it back for you. So you leave him be with his early morning hobby

Sometimes he uses his phone

It's possible that you've helped him love amateur photography even more

#rafael casal #drabble requests #rpf drabbles #photographer au!#oh to be valerie and tara and all his fave photogs #a little ice to soothe yesterdays activities #because #rafa smut is coming soon #rafael headcannons #rafael casal x reader

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narcosmx · 4 years

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narcos mexico headcannon list: them giving oral would include

a/n: i was soft for five seconds and then i go right back to this shit... i promise i’m actually a pure and soft bby ... i ?? also i chose this gif because it’s everything??? and me posting this anways

miguel

him eating you out would be, as most things are with him, a power move... showing you just how desperate he can get you

so in the previous nsfw miguel post i talked about how he would be into like light bondage

so i see him eaing you out when he has your hands tied up; whether they be to each other or to the bed post

he liked the idea of you being helpless to him; he gets to control his speed, gets to control how much he teases you, gets to control how hard he makes you cum

i just him with his little smirk looking up at you, devilish little twinkle in his eye as he teases you

like you sobbing out for him and miguel picking his head up and being like “que paso, mija, hm?” as he like slowly licks up and down your folds wow i am going to HELL

amado

okay but listen.....listen... amado’s fucking hair is everything when he’s eating you out

always jokes that you’re the reason he keeps his hair long, “ pa que tengas donde agarrate”

im laughing because remember when he says he doesn’t wear the hard hat porque le chinge el peino omfg him saying that to like acosta or some shit and he’s like “y tu mujer que? cuando ella te shinga el peinado hasta le das las gracias”

anyways amado loves eating you out because he gets to hold on to your thighs as you tangle your fingers in his air, tugging on it

god he’s nasty after he’s done eating you out, you know he’s kissing you so you can taste yourself on his lips AGAIN I DONT MAKE THE FUCKING RULES

so i can see him eating you out to either a) apologize to you, like after spending a day showering you in love and with gestures he spends the rest of the night eating you out or b) when you challenge him

also amado would be one for overstimulation for fucking sure, him smirking up at you and being like “mm mi shula, yo creo que aguantas una mas, no?”

chapo

as he have spoken about before, chapo would be into thighs so having a chance to live between them would make him a fucking happy camper

just chapito kissing up your thighs,until he gets to your core

he leaves little marks on the inside of your thighs because that way it stays between you two; the little secret he thought about way too many times

loves the build up to getting to your core, loves seeing you tremble in anticipation as like he softly breaths against you .... whispering about how fuckign beautiful you look

wow him eating you out is the most gentle shit on earth, him reaching up to hold your hands while he’s just being super soft with you, caressing the back of your palm with his thumb

squeezes your hand when you cum i am crying don’t mind me

he can be playful about it too, like i can see him teasing at times but really, this is all about you so he wouldn’t be one to tease you too much

palma / benjamin

again, doing these two together because i get similar vibes from them

and the fucking v i b e is that eating you out is their fucking religion

they are convinced youu are a fucking goddess so they will fucking worship your body and this is just ne of the ways that they do

will probably do so every time before they fuck you because they want you be ready they just want yo to be as comfortable as possible

and needy for them, seeing you like gasp because you’re already so sensitive for them has them fucking throbbing

caressing the outside of your thigh as he eats you out, and ugh do they know yor body like the back of your hand

knows all the spots that make you tremble, that make you whimper for him, that has you crying out his name i

sorry about it but he focses so much on your clit, sucking on it gently between working his tongue inside of you

you have him humming at the taste of your, god he lives for making you fall apart for him

this is how he shows love and affection

ramon

again sorry i apologize beforehand, i don’t make the fucking rules b u t

RIDING RAMON’S FACE AND I REPEAT RIDING HIS FUCKING FACE

a shameless motherfucker, probably refers to his face as your fucking throne and making you blush just so he can smirk and be like “que no te recuerdas, bebe, cuando me estabas diciendo que rico cuando te como entera, hm”

whenever he lays on his back, he’s already fucking grabby hands for you because he wants to taste you so freaking bad

but can you imagine, sitting on his fucking face, hands tangled in his hair and his tongue fucking you like there was no tomorrow

his hands are fucking everywhere, one moment he’s squeezing your ass giving it soft little smacks and the next he’s reaching up to knead your breast

eye contact !!! because his eyes would never leave your fucking body, they are glued to the way you’re bouncing as you rock your hips against him eagerly bc jesus christ does he know how to work his tongue

whispers quietly: eating you out from behind because he gets to caress and love on your ass sORRY

rafa

teasing as fuck god, he’d be one that’s like pressing his lips to your core gently barely letting his tongue touch you just to watch the way you squirm in need for him

looking down your body as he hitches your fingers on the edges of your panties and just slowly taking them off, admiring your glistening core

he wants you to burry his head into your core, he wants you to grab onto him and hold him there because that’s when he knows he got to you

i just have this image of like him standing at the edge of your bed while your laying down nd pulling you over to him gently

he’s the one slinging your legs over his shoulder, wanting to see the way your body ar hes towards his chest

god he’s be such a fucking but like even if you’re begging him like “amor, por favor” he’d be the one kissing your core and being like “por favor, que? hm?”

wants you to tell him EXACTLY what you want him to do, likes smirking ... he wants to hear your dirty talk

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