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WAIT WE CAN DO THIS NOW WITHOUT JUDGEMENT?!

oh im SO making my own sonic oc so i can selfship with shadow

its 2025 leave the cringe behind and indulge in 2010 interests freely guys

Ya'll im stuck-

Please pick. I have two ideas and idk who to write first-

So- Ive got an idea for a 2012! Raph x Insomniac Reader who has insomnia and sleep paralysis and she calls him at ungodly hours (which he acts super grumpy about) but refuses to hang up until she "goes to bed" n its all cute n fluffy-

ORRR

I write a slight angst/comfort fic of Ghost x Fem!Reader where their in a serious situation and reader see's her bestfriend die and she panics almost getting someone else+herself killed and Ghost snaps at her-

UGH okay yall can vote- both are in drafts rn help me out-

Writer Icy<3

^^^ @omega-e123

please can we do inbox trick-or-treating this year. can we make that a thing on tumblr. please please please please please

Understandable. Now. Go drink water otherwise I'm sending the Rat after you.

Now I really want homemade chocolate chip cookies...

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YOUR THE REASoN i STIM SO mUCH

I BLAME YOU CHAOS-

In the quiet

ROTTMNT Leo

Sleepy! Leo x GN! Reader

Fluff/Character comfort

This takes place after the events of the Kraang invasion. Idk why but TMNT been a recent hype fixation (I blame Chaos), and I've just been wanting to write for it until I start getting requests! Much Love!

-Writer Icy<3

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The sound of distant explosions echoed through Leo's mind as he tossed and turned in his sleep. The Kraang invasion replayed vividly in his nightmare: the city in ruins, his brothers fighting valiantly but being overwhelmed, the despair that had clawed at his heart. Raph being taken and Kraang possessed, Donnie's broken battle shell, Mikey's tears- He jolted awake, gasping for breath, his chest heaving with the remnants of panic. It felt real.

For a moment, Leo lay still, staring at the ceiling of his room, trying to shake off the nightmare. The familiar surroundings did little to comfort him, and the images of the invasion lingered in the corners of his mind. Deciding he needed a distraction, he quietly slipped out of bed and made his way to the kitchen.

The apartment was silent, having stayed with his s/o for the night, the only sound being the gentle hum of the refrigerator. Leo flicked on the coffee maker, watching as it gurgled to life, the rich aroma of brewing coffee filling the air. He leaned against the counter, rubbing his eyes, trying to shake off the residual fear.

As he poured himself a cup, he heard soft footsteps approaching. He turned to see his s/o, their hair slightly tousled from sleep, padding out of his room. They gave him a sleepy smile before wrapping their arms around him from behind, resting their head against his shell.

"Leo, what are you doing up?" Y/n murmured, their voice soft and concerned.

He forced a smile, trying to play it off. "Just couldn't sleep. Figured I'd make some coffee."

They didn't buy it. They never did. With a gentle but firm tug, y/n pulled him away from the counter, guiding him back to the living room. They sat down on the couch, patting the spot beside them. "Come on, talk to me."

Reluctantly, Leo sat down, his shoulders slumping. Y/n rubbed his shell comfortingly, their touch soothing the tension that had built up in his muscles. "Was it a nightmare?" they asked, their voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, not trusting himself to speak just yet. Y/n continued to rub his shell, their touch grounding him, bringing him back to the present. "The Kraang invasion," he finally admitted, his voice hoarse. "I keep seeing it... hearing it."

Y/n pulled him closer, letting him rest his head on their shoulder. "You don't have to go through this alone, Leo. I'm here for you."

He sighed, the weight of the nightmare beginning to lift as he felt their warmth, their steady presence. "It's just... it was so real. I thought we were going to lose everything."

"But you didn't," Y/n reminded him gently. "You and your brothers fought back. You saved the city. You saved each other."

He nodded again, feeling a bit more at ease. "I know. It's just hard to forget."

Y/n held him tighter, their hand still rubbing soothing circles on his shell. "I understand. But you don't have to carry this burden by yourself. We're a team, remember?"

A small smile tugged at his lips. "Yeah, we are."

Y/n kissed the top of his head before leaning back, coaxing him to lie down with them on the couch. "Let's try to get some more sleep, okay? We'll face whatever comes next together."

As he nestled against them, feeling their heartbeat steady and strong beneath his cheek, the remnants of the nightmare finally began to fade. Their presence was a balm to his troubled mind, and he let himself relax, the tension melting away.

With their gentle touch and reassuring words, Leo found himself drifting back to sleep, the nightmare banished by the warmth and love of the one who held him close.

I wanna make a request for these characters!

Ashlyn and Taylor (SBG), Monika and Renée (CPC) with an s/o who hunts werewolves for a living? Like, the job isn't easy—their s/o's entire body is covered in scars from previous missions.

Ashlynn, Taylor, Monika and Renée w/ s/o who hunts werewolves

Ashlynn/Taylor (SBG) + Monika/Renée (CPC)

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Ashlynn

Ashlyn would be both awed and terrified by your profession. She'd mask her worry with teasing remarks like, "What, do you just wrestle them for fun, too?" but her concern would be genuine, especially when she sees your scars. She’d often remind you to be careful, though she’d understand and admire your dedication to protecting others.

When you’re injured, she’d stay up all night, patching you up and keeping the mood light with her sarcastic humor. Still, you’d catch her staring at your scars sometimes, her expression softening with a mix of admiration and sorrow.

"Hey, just promise me you won’t get too heroic out there, alright? I like you better alive than legendary."

Taylor

Taylor would be endlessly curious about your work, asking tons of questions about the logistics and dangers of werewolf hunting. Her fascination would come from a place of genuine interest and a desire to understand what drives you.

When she sees your scars, though, her questions would falter. "How do you handle it? The danger, the... aftermath?" She’d listen intently if you chose to share, offering quiet support. Taylor would constantly research ways to make your job safer, even if it means suggesting absurd gadgets or protective gear.

"I don’t know how you do it, but if there’s a way to help you, I’ll find it."

Monika

Monika would be deeply empathetic, understanding the weight of your profession and the toll it takes on you physically and emotionally. She’d be horrified by your scars, not because they repulsed her, but because she’d hate the thought of you suffering.

"I wish I could heal these for you," she’d whisper while tracing a particularly deep scar with her fingertip. Monika would use her creativity to distract you from the heaviness of your work, planning little adventures or quiet evenings to help you decompress.

She’d also have a practical side, making sure you’re fully equipped for your missions. "If you’re going to fight monsters, then you need to come back to me in one piece. No exceptions."

Renée

Renée would be terrified of your job, but she’d never outright discourage you, knowing it’s something you’re passionate about. Still, she’d fret constantly, peppering you with silent questions every time you return from a mission. Shed fret, her hands waving as she checked over all your scars, dragging you to sit so she could patch you up.

Her anxiety would heighten every time she saw your scars, but she’d never push you to stop. Instead, she’d find ways to support you emotionally, offering hugs, warm meals, and sweetly written words.

"I don’t know how you do it... but you’re so brave. I just hope you’ll let me take care of you when you’re not out there being a hero."

I'm so late to this holy shnizzle....

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I love and appreciate you talented writers and artists. Keep doing what your doing cuz you guys are amazing 👏 🫶

V affection HC'S

Serial Designation V x GN! Reader

Bc I love her<3

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- Whenever the group stops to rest, casually sits next to V, pull her close against your chest without a word. V grumbles at first but eventually relaxes, even resting her head on your shoulder.

- During battles, constantly keep an eye on V, and if V gets knocked down or injured, immediately fly to her, and pull her close as you checks for damage—ignoring V’s protests that she’s fine. It makes her feel so loved though she'll never admit it.

- During group flights, V will sometimes hover close to you, resting a hand on your lower back or shoulder as if to ensure your still there. V pretends to be annoyed but never actually moves away.

- V has developed a habit of ruffling your head or patting it affectionately, usually after V says something sarcastic or snarky. V’s wings twitch in irritation, but the faint flicker of her optics betrays what she says most of the time.

- When they camp out, V instinctively pulls you close, wrapping her arms around you as they lie back-to-back or chest-to-back. If you try to move away, V just tightens her hold, muttering something about keeping you "safe.”

- Whenever V gets overly snarky or frustrated, you can shut her up by pulling her into an unexpected hug, holding her until V either melts into it or grumbles something about you being “too clingy.”

- When N or Uzi comment on their dynamic, V makes a show of pulling you into a one-armed hug, glaring and saying, “What? They're my favorite.” and she rolls her optics while you smile.

- If you get injured, V insists on being the one to help patch her up. She often lingers, brushing her claws along your arm or shoulder as she works, muttering, “You’re too reckless,” in a way that’s more affectionate than scolding.

- After tense moments or near-misses, you can quietly take V’s hand, and hold it for a few seconds before letting go, acting like it never happened. She takes it as a reassurance method

- After particularly rough fights, if you keep V close, holding her waist or shoulders while glaring at anyone who might pose a threat V pretends to be annoyed, but her wings droop slightly, normally hinting a subtle sign of relaxation.

- V is such a moody butt even though she loves every subtle affectionate thing you give. Like...lots of sass and attitude but she appreciates it even if she struggles to show it<3

Late Night Latte

Modern! Barista! Cedric (the sorcerer) x Fem!College Reader

OKAY OKAY PLEASE DONT YELL AT ME IM SORRY I LOVE YOU GUYS, IM WORKING I SWEAR<33333

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Cedric ran his fingers through his dark hair, letting out a soft sigh as he wiped down the last of the coffee machine. The small coffee shop was nearly empty, save for the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the occasional rustle of paper. It was 9:50 p.m. on a Thursday, and he was just about to close. His shift was nearly over, and he was already mentally thinking about his plans for the night. Maybe he’d read a book, maybe he’d try something new with his spellwork, but either way, he was looking forward to heading home.

As he wiped down the counter, the little bell above the door jingled. Cedric glanced up, his annoyance already bubbling to the surface as he saw the tired-looking girl walk in. She looked like the type of person who wouldn’t leave until he practically begged her to. Sure enough, she shuffled up to the counter with a yawn and a slight slouch.

"Hey," she mumbled, her voice husky with exhaustion, her eyes half-lidded. "Could I get a caramel latte? Extra shot of espresso."

Cedric forced a polite smile, but he couldn’t help the sigh that escaped his lips. "Sure. Anything else?" he asked, trying to hide his irritation. He was so ready to go home.

"No, just the latte," she replied, sliding a few crumpled bills across the counter.

He rang her up with a quiet grumble under his breath, taking the money and turning to make her drink. He had learned to manage his impatience over the years—working with people all day and night had done that to him—but something about this late-night rush always rubbed him the wrong way.

He couldn’t help but notice how the girl seemed almost invisible to the world. Her hair, messy and tied loosely into a bun, matched the dark circles under her eyes. Her clothes were simple and worn, like she was far too tired to care about anything other than getting some caffeine. But even then, she had a determined air about her, like she was pushing through exhaustion with every step.

As he worked, Cedric found his eyes flicking over to her. She didn’t seem like the type who normally came into the shop, but maybe that was because she only ever showed up just before closing. The last few nights, she’d come in, ordered the same drink, and left just as quietly as she arrived.

It became a strange routine. And as Cedric pulled the espresso shots and steamed the milk for her latte, he couldn’t help but wonder why she looked so damn tired. College student? Probably. Working late? Definitely. But what was it that kept her coming back at this hour? There had to be more to it.

Cedric finished making the latte and slid it across the counter with a soft smile, handing her the steaming cup. She nodded, grabbing it without much fanfare.

"Thanks," she mumbled, her tired eyes glancing up at him for a brief moment. "You’re still open tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah, same time," Cedric said, his annoyance fading just a bit. She always seemed so lost in her own world, like she was too worn out to engage in much conversation.

"Great," she whispered, then turned and walked towards the door, the bell jingling softly behind her as she disappeared into the night.

Cedric stood for a moment, leaning against the counter. He had no idea what her deal was, but he started to realize he expected her now. It wasn’t just the late-night rush or the tired look on her face. It was something else—a habit forming, a strange connection between them that neither of them acknowledged. It was the ritual of her visits that made the late hours a little less lonely, a little less tedious. She wasn’t just a customer anymore—she was a part of his evening.

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It became a consistent pattern. Every night, just before closing, She would shuffle in, order her caramel latte with the extra espresso shot, pay, and leave. Cedric had even started preparing her drink before she ordered, knowing exactly what she wanted. He still didn’t know her name, but it felt like an unspoken bond—he served her, and she came back.

One night, as she walked in, looking even more worn-out than usual, Cedric gave her a knowing look. She smiled faintly at him, and for the first time, he saw a spark of something more than exhaustion in her eyes.

"Hey," she said, leaning a little more heavily on the counter than normal. "Sorry, I know I’m your last customer every night…"

"Don’t worry about it," Cedric replied, setting to work on her drink. "It’s not like I have anything else going on."

She laughed softly, though it sounded more like a tired exhale. "Same. College life… you know how it is. Late nights, endless deadlines. I swear, I don’t even know why I’m doing this anymore."

Cedric gave a half-smile as he slid the caramel latte over to her, a bit more gently than usual. "I get it. I used to be in your shoes. Still am, actually. Just different kinds of deadlines."

She chuckled quietly, taking the cup and glancing at him for a second. "Thanks. You know, I’ve been coming in for a while now, but I don’t think I’ve ever caught your name."

"Cedric," he said, his voice softening. "And you’re Y/n, right?"

Y/n’s eyes widened slightly, surprised that he remembered her. "Yeah, wow… that’s kind of sweet. You must be a better barista than I thought."

Cedric smirked a little. "I try."

They stood there in the small, quiet space for a moment, the world outside seeming far away. And for once, Cedric didn’t mind that he was staying a little later than usual.

"See you tomorrow, Cedric," Y/n said with a small but genuine smile.

"Same time?" he asked, already preparing to pour her drink again.

"Same time," she confirmed, then walked out into the night.

Cedric watched her leave, the door closing softly behind her. Maybe he wasn’t just serving coffee anymore. Maybe, just maybe, there was a bit more magic to these late-night visits than he’d first thought.

The aggressive type

TMNT 2007 Raphael

2007! Raph x GN! Reader

Fluff/comfort

Im so just- Okay im smitten with 2007 raph and i feel like this might've sucked towards the end a bit but im really sorry- might need to write a smut to one of these-

ANYWAY, Requests are 100% open so pleaaaaseee ask away<33

-Writer Icy<3

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The sewers echoed with the clashing of metal and the heated shouts of two brothers locked in combat. Raphael and Leonardo had been at it for what felt like hours, neither willing to back down. The latest argument had turned into a full-blown fight, both pushing each other to their limits.

"You think you can just keep telling me what to do, Leo?" Raphael shouted, his voice filled with anger and frustration. He swung his sai at Leonardo, who deftly blocked the attack with his katanas.

"I'm trying to keep you from doing something stupid, Raph!" Leonardo retorted, pushing back with equal force. "You always rush into things without thinking!"

Raphael's eyes blazed with fury. "Maybe if you stopped acting like you're the only one who knows what's best, we wouldn't have this problem!"

Leonardo's face hardened, his blue eyes narrowing. "This isn't about me, Raph. It's about you not taking responsibility for your actions."

"Responsibility?" Raphael scoffed, sidestepping and landing a kick to Leo's midsection, forcing him back. "You mean like how you always think you're the only one who can handle things? You don't trust any of us!"

Leonardo grunted, regaining his balance and charging forward. "That's not true! I trust you all, but you make it so damn hard when you act like a loose cannon!"

Raphael's grip tightened on his sai, his knuckles turning white. "You don't trust me, Leo. You never have. You just see me as the hothead who can't control himself."

"And what am I supposed to think when you keep proving me right?" Leonardo snapped, slashing at Raphael with swift, controlled movements.

Raph blocked the strikes, his anger boiling over. "I'm more than just my temper, Leo! But you'll never see that because you're too busy being perfect."

Leonardo's face twisted in frustration. "This isn't about being perfect, Raph. It's about being a team. And a team needs discipline, something you seriously lack."

The words hit Raphael like a punch to the gut. His temper flared, and he launched himself at Leonardo with renewed intensity. "Discipline? Is that all you care about? Maybe if you stopped trying to control everything, we'd actually get somewhere!"

Leonardo met his charge head-on, their weapons clashing in a flurry of sparks. "I'm not trying to control everything! I'm trying to keep us safe!"

Raphael's eyes flashed with hurt and anger. "Safe? You're driving us apart, Leo! You're pushing me away!"

The brothers continued their fierce exchange, neither willing to back down. Each strike, each word, cut deeper than any weapon. Their movements became more aggressive, their words more biting.

"Why can't you just listen for once?" Leonardo shouted, frustration evident in his voice. "Why do you always have to make things so difficult?"

"Because you don't get it, Leo!" Raphael yelled back, his voice cracking with emotion. "You don't understand what it's like to feel like you're never good enough. To always be in your shadow."

Leonardo paused, his breath coming in heavy gasps. "Raph, that's not true. You're my brother. We're equals."

Raphael shook his head, pain and anger mixing in his eyes. "Then start acting like it."

With a final burst of energy, Raphael threw a punch that connected with Leonardo's jaw, sending him staggering back. But Leonardo quickly recovered, retaliating with a swift kick that landed on Raphael's cheek, knocking him to the ground.

Both brothers stood there, panting and bruised, the reality of their fight sinking in. The physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional wounds they had inflicted on each other.

Leonardo lowered his katanas, his expression softening. "Raph... I didn't mean—"

"Save it, Leo," Raphael muttered, pushing himself to his feet. He wiped the blood from his lip, a deep bruise already forming on his cheek. "I'm done talking."

Without another word, Raphael turned and stormed out of the lair, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. Leonardo watched him go, a heavy weight settling in his chest. He knew things couldn't go on like this, but he didn't know how to fix it.

As Raphael made his way through the sewers, his thoughts were a whirlwind of anger, hurt, and confusion. He needed space, a place to cool off and clear his head. And there was only one person who could help him do that.

Raph knew where he was headed. He needed to cool off, and there was only one person who could help him do that. As he reached Y/n's house, he hesitated for a moment, his anger giving way to uncertainty. Would they understand? Would they be angry at him too? Taking a deep breath, He knocked softly, his knuckles brushing against the glass of their window, the one they always left 

"Raph?" they gasped, quickly opening the window. "What happened to you?"

"Just had a fight with Leo," he muttered, climbing inside and wincing as he landed on his bruised leg. "It's nothing."

Y/n closed the window and turned to him, their expression a mix of concern and frustration. "It's not nothing. Sit down."

Raphael reluctantly obeyed, collapsing onto the couch. Y/n disappeared for a moment, returning with a cloth-wrapped ice pack. They knelt in front of him, gently pressing the ice to his cheek.

"Hold still," they instructed softly, their fingers brushing against his skin. "You guys really went at it, huh?"

"Yeah," Raphael grumbled, wincing slightly at the cold but finding comfort in their touch. "We just can't see eye to eye sometimes."

Y/n's eyes softened as they looked at him, their fingers tenderly tracing the bruise. "I get that. But you can't keep fighting like this. It's only going to hurt both of you."

Raphael's stubbornness flared up, his jaw tightening. "Leo doesn't get it. He thinks he knows everything. He's always telling me what to do, like I'm some kind of kid."

"And you think he doesn't trust you," they said softly, their eyes meeting his. "But maybe he does. Maybe he's just worried about you."

Raph looked away, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "Worried? He doesn't trust me to do anything on my own. He always has to be in control."

Y/n sighed, their free hand reaching up to cup his unbruised cheek. "Raph, he's your brother. He loves you. He's just trying to protect you in the only way he knows how."

Raphael closed his eyes, leaning into their touch despite himself. "It's hard, Y/n. I'm not good at talking things out. I'm better at hitting stuff."

They chuckled softly, the sound a soothing balm to his wounded spirit. "I know. But sometimes, you need to talk things out. With Leo, with yourself."

Opening his eyes, Raphael found himself drawn to them, the closeness between them palpable. "Y/n, I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm always messing things up."

Y/n's gaze was filled with warmth and understanding. "Raph, you're strong. But you don't always have to fight to prove it. Sometimes, being strong means opening up, letting people in."

He shook his head, his stubbornness flaring again. "I can't. It's not who I am."

"Yes, you can," they whispered, their voice filled with quiet determination. "And it is who you are. You just need to see it."

Raphael's resistance began to crumble under their gentle persistence. "I don't know if I can change."

"You don't have to change," they replied, their eyes locking onto his. "You just have to let yourself be more than your anger. Show Leo, show yourself that you're more than that."

He sighed, the weight of their words sinking in. "It's not that easy, Y/n."

"I know," they said softly, their hand reaching to give a comforting pat on his hand. "But I'm here for you. Always."

In that tender moment, the anger and frustration melted away, replaced by a deep sense of connection and understanding. Y/n's presence was a balm to his wounded spirit, their gentle words and touch healing more than just his physical bruise.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Raphael murmured, his eyes searching theirs.

Y/n smiled, a soft blush coloring their cheeks. "You're not so bad yourself, tough guy." They share a light laugh before a comfortable silence covers the room

Y/n looked into his eyes, their smile reassuring. "You'll work it out with Leo. I know you will."

Raphael nodded, his heart lighter than it had been in days. "Thanks, Y/n."

"Anytime, Raph. Anytime."

A few days had passed since the intense fight between Raphael and Leonardo. The lair had been unusually quiet, a tense silence hanging in the air. The brothers had exchanged apologies, but the underlying tension remained. Raphael found himself thinking about Y/n often, replaying their tender moment in his mind whenever he needed to calm himself.

One afternoon, as the brothers trained in separate corners of the lair, a familiar knock echoed through the tunnels. Y/n had arrived, a determined look on their face. They greeted Master Splinter with a respectful bow before making their way to the training area.

"Leo, we need to talk," They said firmly, crossing their arms as they stood before him.

Leonardo paused, wiping sweat from his brow. "Y/n, now's not a good time. I'm training."

"Make time," they insisted, their tone brooking no argument. "This can't wait."

Sensing the seriousness in their voice, Leonardo reluctantly set his swords aside. "Fine. What is it?"

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to control their emotions. "You and Raph can't keep doing this. The fighting, the constant tension—it's tearing you both apart."

Leonardo frowned, his frustration evident. "Y/n, you don't understand. Raph is reckless. He doesn't think things through."

"And you think you always know what's best for him?" they shot back. "He feels like you don't trust him, Leo. Like you don't see his strengths."

Leonardo's eyes narrowed. "I've always trusted my brothers. But Raph... he's different. He needs to be reined in."

Y/n shook their head, their frustration growing. "No, Leo. He needs to be understood. He needs to know you believe in him."

Leonardo crossed his arms, a defensive stance. "And what makes you the expert on Raph?"

"I know enough," they replied, their voice softening. "And I care about him."

Leonardo's expression changed, surprise flickering in his eyes. "You care about him? What does that mean?"

Y/n hesitated, their cheeks coloring slightly. "I just... care about him as a friend. And I won't stand by while you two tear each other apart."

Leonardo smirked, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Just as a friend, huh? Seems like you care a bit more than that."

Y/n's blush deepened, but they held their ground. "Leo, this isn't about me. It's about you and Raph. You need to start treating him like an equal, not someone who needs to be controlled."

Leonardo sighed, rubbing his neck stressfully. "You're right. I just... I worry about him. He's always so angry, so ready to fight."

"Then help him manage that anger," Y/n said softly. "Be his brother, not his commander."

Behind a closed door, Raphael had been listening, his heart pounding. He hadn't expected Y/n to confront Leonardo, and he certainly hadn't expected Leo to tease them about their feelings. He felt a mixture of emotions—surprise, hope, and a lingering anger at Leo.

Leonardo's face softened, his defensive posture relaxing. "Alright. We'll try. For both of us."

Raphael nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips, but he stayed hidden, waiting for Y/n to leave.

Y/n reached out, taking Leonardo's hand briefly. "Look, I know he can be a hotheaded asshole, but you’ve gotta understand he’s still your brother…I'm not saying fix it all tonight, but work on fixing it slowly. He loves you, he’s just mad at the world right now."

Leonardo gave a small nod, finally understanding things. "Thanks, Y/n. And... sorry for being an asshole."

Y/n smiled back, shaking their head. "It's okay, Leo. Just promise me you'll try."

"I promise," Leonardo replied, his resolve clear.

Y/n gave a final nod before turning to leave. Once they were gone, Raphael emerged from his hiding place, his eyes locking onto Leonardo.

"You heard all that, didn't you?" Leonardo asked, a knowing look on his face.

"Yeah," Raphael admitted, stepping closer. "And Y/n's right. We need to fix this."

Leonardo nodded, sincerity in his eyes. "I know, Raph. We will. But... you should know they really care about you."

Raphael's heart skipped a beat, but he kept his composure. "Yeah, I figured. Thanks for not making it weird or something..."

Leonardo smiled, clapping a hand on Raph's shoulder. “You should go talk to them"

Raphael didn't need to be told twice, he nodded as they locked hands together in a mutual understanding. Not now, not tomorrow but eventually they’d get past whatever roadblock they were at. Raph made his way to Y/n's apartment, his heart pounding with each step. When he arrived, he knocked firmly on their window, waiting for them to answer.

Y/n opened the window, surprise and worry in their eyes. "Raph? What are you doing here?"

"I heard what you said to Leo," Raphael began, his voice steady. "You didn’t have to do that y’know.."

Y/n sighed, irritated “Listen, he needed to understand and I knew you weren’t gonna do it-”

“He told me you had feelings for me…I overheard…it” He mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

Y/n's eyes widened, and immediately they started to ramble, words tumbling out in a rush, panicked that their friendship with the hothead would be ruined. "Raph, I'm so sorry if I overstepped. I didn't mean to I-I just didn't think a-and then i started falling for you faster then I could stop —"

He interrupted them by stepping forward and pressing his lips to theirs, a deep kiss to their lips, his hands gently cupping their face. Y/n's eyes fluttered closed, their heart racing as they melted into the kiss, their hands resting on his plastron as his hands found their hips, pulling them close to him.

When they finally pulled apart, Raphael rested his forehead against theirs, his voice soft. "I know now. And I feel the same way."

Y/n's eyes shimmered, their voice barely a whisper. "Raph..."

He silenced them with another tender kiss, their connection solidifying the bond they shared. In that moment, all the tension and uncertainty melted away, leaving only the promise of a stronger, more united future.

"You really want me…want this?" Y/n asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

Raphael nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "I do. And I'm not letting anything come between us. Not even the fights between me and Leo."

Y/n smiled, they’re heart fluttering. “Your too sweet to be a hothead.” Raph chuckled, his eyes sparkling with adoration, “And your too stubborn to not be mine.” and with that, he pulled them in for another deep kiss, that seemingly being an undeniable feeling, Y/n cherished.