Rainy The fangirl

—` 2007!raph x leo’s gf ‘—

PART 2

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the first time you noticed it, you thought you were imagining things; because after months of cancelled plans, short conversations, and feeling like you constantly came second to training, leo suddenly seemed determined to spend every possible second with you.

like he texted first or he invited you to the lair or even he suggested movie nights. he actually sat beside you instead of disappearing into the dojo after ten minutes.

and at first, you were happy; fuck, of course you were, this was what you’d wanted for months, wasn’t it? but then you started noticing a pattern, a very strange one; one that made your stomach twist. because every single time leo was being affectionate…raph was nearby.

Bay Leo! x GN reader

Leo is in awe of how glossy your lips are

//Zero warnings// just some fluff and makeouts here and there

The steam of the night air of New York City brushed past your face, a sharp but welcome contrast to the comforting warmth of Leonardo’s massive hand holding yours. These quiet, late-night walks were a rarity, carved out from his exhausting training schedule and his heavy burdens as the leader of the team. As one of the sole protectors of the city, his mind was almost always working overtime, scanning the alleys below and analyzing every distant siren. But tonight, as you strolled along the secluded, high-walled roof of an abandoned brick warehouse, his focus shifted entirely to you. You leaned your head against his sculpted, heavily muscled arm, appreciating the rare stillness. It was undeniably hard having a boyfriend who was a massive, six-foot-five mutant ninja, especially when his sense of duty constantly pulled him away. Yet, moments like this—where he was completely yours, stripped of his katanas and his stern leader persona- made every agonizing hour of waiting worth it. Stopping near a shadowed brick alcove that overlooked the glittering city skyline, you pulled a small tube from your pocket.

The humid air was making your lips dry, so you capped off the tube and swept a generous layer of strawberry lip balm across your lips. Leonardo, who had been listening intently to the distant hum of traffic, suddenly fell dead silent. He looked down at you, his piercing blue eyes catching the dim moonlight. The blue fabric of his mask crinkled slightly at the corners as his gaze locked onto your mouth. In the pale light, your lips looked incredibly lush, catching the ambient glow of the city with a perfect, glossy sheen. A sweet, unmistakable scent of fresh strawberries immediately bloomed between you, cutting right through the scent of rain and old concrete. "What do you have on?" Leo asked, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated right through your chest. His gaze didn't waver from your lips, his pupils slightly blown. You smirked, a playful spark lighting up your eyes. You capped the tube and held it out slightly, leaning in closer to him, deliberately trying to be a bit flirty. "It's just lip balm," you murmured, tilting your head up. "Why? Do you want to try it?" Leo didn't answer with words. The subtle challenge in your voice caught him completely off guard, melting away whatever disciplined restraint he had left.

A low hum rumbled in his throat as he stepped forward, his towering, powerful frame completely blocking out the rest of New York City, trapping you against the warm brick wall behind you. "Yeah," Leo whispered, his hot breath fanning across your face. "I think I do." His large, calloused, three-fingered hand moved to the side of your neck, his thumb gently sweeping along your jawline to tilt your face upward. He leaned down, his movements surprisingly deliberate and gentle for his immense size, and pressed his lips firmly against yours. The initial contact was soft, a tentative testing of the slick, sugary sweetness coating your lips. But the moment the taste of artificial strawberry hit him, any lingering hesitation vanished. Leo groaned softly against your mouth, the sound deep and possessive, as he deepened the kiss. His grip on your jaw tightened just enough to anchor you, while his other massive arm wound tightly around your waist, pulling your smaller frame flush against his broad, armored chest. The kiss quickly evolved from a sweet taste-test into a deep, consuming makeout. Leo’s lips parted yours with a smooth, practiced hunger, his tongue sweeping in to steal the flavor directly from you. He tasted like the dew night air and the faint hint of green tea, completely contrasting the artificial sugar on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his thick neck, your fingers tangling in the long, trailing ends of his blue mask, pulling him even closer. He was incredibly thorough, losing himself entirely in the sensation.

Every time you thought he was going to pull back for air, he would shift his angle, his lips sliding against yours with a wet, heavy friction that left you completely breathless and dizzy. His thumb stroked the sensitive skin under your ear, his large body radiating an intense, comforting heat that shielded you from the chilly wind. He kissed you as if he were trying to memorize the exact shape of your mouth, pouring all the pent-up stress of his training and his fierce protection of you into every single slide of his lips. When he finally pulled away, it was agonizingly slow. He dragged his lips across yours one last time before resting his forehead against yours, his chest heaving as he breathed in the air you shared. Your lips felt swollen, completely stripped of the balm, and tingling with an intense heat. Leo kept his eyes closed for a few seconds, his thumb still tracing your jaw, just enjoying the rapid beat of your heart against his chest. When he finally opened his eyes, they were dark with affection, a lazy, satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He smacked his lips slightly, clearly tasting the residual strawberry flavor left behind. "It's good," Leo rumbled, his voice rougher and deeper than before, completely dazed by you. He glanced down at the small tube still clutched in your hand, then looked back up into your eyes with a distinctly playful, needy glint. "But I think it wore off already. Can I try on some more?"

You gave him a playful smile, your fingers tightening around the small tube. Instead of applying it to yourself again, you popped the cap off with a soft click. "Well, if you want to try it on again, we need to do it right," you murmured, your voice laced with affection. You reached up, your fingers brushing against the cool, dark green skin of his cheek as you stabilized yourself. Leo watched you with hooded, heavy-lidded eyes, completely captivated as you brought the tube to his own mouth. He stood perfectly still, a massive, lethal ninja reduced to absolute compliance under your touch. Very gently, you swiped the strawberry balm across his lower lip, its glossy sheen standing out against his rugged features.

The scent of fresh strawberries immediately bloomed between you again, masking the metallic tang of the city air. Leo’s chest rumbled with a low, deep vibration—halfway between a purr and a chuckle—as he felt the slick, sweet wax coat his skin. He didn't even wait for you to cap the tube before his patience snapped entirely. "My turn," he growled softly. His massive arms wound tightly around your waist, lifting you entirely off your feet so your heights matched perfectly. You gasped, the sound instantly swallowed as Leo pressed his mouth hard against yours. This time, there was no hesitation. The mix of the fresh balm on his lips and the residual sweetness on yours created an intoxicating rush. He kissed you with a raw, desperate hunger, his lips sliding against yours with a heavy, wet friction that made your knees turn to water. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting the artificial sugar and the deep warmth of you, completely dominating the kiss. You wrapped your legs around his broad waist to keep your balance, your fingers burying into the fabric of his blue mask as he tilted his head, deepening the embrace until you were completely breathless, lost in the sweet, overwhelming heat of him.

Hello, everyone!! This week will be extremely jam-packed for me, so I'd like to get this story wrapped up before I forget. Fun fact: that story was inspired by a dream I had, and I wanted to share it with you. I meant to write a short blurb, but I had fun, and it's a lengthy oneshot lol. I tried something new for this oneshot, so I hope it's to your liking. I am trying to answer the requests I have. Thank you for sharing your fantastic thoughts and ideas, which I can bring to the platform. I hope each and every one of you is doing your best and enjoying your summer. Remember to drink water and take pauses 💕

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Could you possibly do a pet 2 for Caught in the Act where all the turtles show reader what they like (with a bit of teasing) and then they do an anatomy lesson on the reader??

Thank you! Ozone out!- 🛸

Soo I don't love this, I couldn't really figure out what felt right but I suppose this shall do. And I apologize if this wasn't your vision. Also pretty short so I apologize for that as well! ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა

Caught in the Act {Part 2}

This is technically smut with poly reader and turtles so please be aware!!

Raph carried you into the main area of the lair with that same easy strength, your legs dangling as he set you down on the wide training mat they'd cleared for this. The others were already waiting—Leo standing with arms folded, Donnie adjusting his glasses with a faint flush on his cheeks, and Mikey bouncing on his heels like he could barely contain himself.

"She was studyin' us," Raph announced, voice low and amused as he kept one big hand on your shoulder. "Nature docs. Notes and everything. Figured we owe her the real version."

Leo stepped forward first, calm but with that possessive glint in his eye. He crouched in front of you, massive frame blocking everything else. "You wanted to be prepared," he said, voice steady. "Good. But research only gets you so far." His hand came up, fingers tracing the edge of your jaw before sliding down to your collarbone. "Lesson one starts here."

He leaned in, pressing a slow kiss just below your ear, then lower, lips brushing the hollow of your throat. His tongue flicked out once, tasting skin, and you felt the vibration of his quiet rumble. "Neck and shoulders are sensitive for us too," he murmured against you. "Light pressure here makes everything tighten up." His teeth grazed lightly, not biting, just enough to make your breath hitch. "See?"

Mikey was next, sliding in from the side with a grin. He didn't wait for permission, just hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you against his plastron. "My turn!" His hands roamed lower, palms sliding over your ribs before settling on your hips. "You were takin' notes on shells, right? Watch this." He guided your hands to the edges of his own shell, pressing your fingers there while he nuzzled into your hair. "Circular motions, slow. Feels like sparks. But for you..." He flipped the script fast, fingers dipping under your shirt to trace the same patterns along your sides. "We get to find your spots."

Donnie approached with that analytical focus, tablet in hand at first before he set it aside. He knelt, eyes scanning you like data points. "Size difference affects nerve distribution," he explained, voice clinical even as his hands moved with precision. One large finger trailed down your arm, then across your stomach, pressing just enough to map reactions. "Human skin here is thinner. More responsive to temperature changes." He demonstrated by blowing a soft stream of air over the spot he'd touched, watching your reaction with satisfaction. "Noted."

Raph took over last, pulling you back into his lap on the mat. His hands were rougher, more possessive, but careful as they lifted your shirt higher. "Enough talkin'. Time for the real anatomy lesson." He exposed your chest, calloused thumbs circling your nipples in slow, deliberate strokes. "These get hard quick. Sensitive to tongue and teeth." He demonstrated, leaning down to lick one, then suck gently while his free hand slid between your thighs, cupping you through your pants. "And here..." His fingers pressed firmer, rubbing in circles. "We learn what makes you wet."

The others watched, adding their own touches—Leo's hands on your shoulders keeping you steady, Mikey's fingers tracing your spine from behind, Donnie's precise taps along your inner thighs to test responses. They teased with words too: Leo murmuring about how small you felt under them, Mikey laughing softly about your little gasps, Donnie noting the flush spreading across your skin, Raph growling approval every time you squirmed.

Raph's hand slipped inside your pants finally, fingers sliding through your folds with no hesitation. "Tight," he rumbled. "Gonna take time to stretch you right." He pushed one thick finger in slow, curling it while the others kept their touches light and exploratory. "Feel that? That's us learnin' you."

They kept it going like that—teasing strokes, mapped touches, whispered observations—until your body was trembling from the attention, every inch of you studied and claimed under their hands.

Hii Anon! I gotchu, I can do Bay! Leo for you! This would take place after, out of the shadows, where the turltes are accepted in NY :)

You attended as a plus-one at April’s high-profile NYPD news award ceremony.. As you went to the Bar for some cola, you encountered the last person you would want to meet!

//Warnings//

Stupid drunk Ex and probably some bad grammar

(you and Leo are in a established relationship)

Heroes and ceremonies

bayverse Leo x reader headcanons

You are at a grand, formal NYPD gala celebrating April and the group. The room is packed with officers, press, and city officials.

You were personally invited to her ceremony; happily, you were able to see this big milestone for her. She deserves it.Over the years she has been working at the local Channel 6 news as a news reporter. Now she’s doing her own work, reporting what she want to do and isn’t afraid of what people think. She has come a long way.

You didn't waste any time getting ready. You didnt want to feel like you were going to underdress. So, you put something together, nothing too flashy, but it lay well over your body in all the right places. You styled your hair like you always do, powdered your face to your liking, and added your signature pieces to your outfit.

You haven't seen April, but you already met with Casey at the near entrance, who also went to support her. As well as the turtles.

The turtles in their signature gear, although Mikey might be wearing a bow tie just to fit in as one of the waiters at the bar.

Donnie was currently making conversation with some of the camera news people, mentioning that they can upgrade to a new system for the lens.

You looked over, and Raph is at edge of where the bathrooms are, observing the atmosphere with his sunglasses on.

Probably a good motive, a lot of people are here. After scanning the room trying to find a certain somebody, a familiar arm hugs you, and you fall into its embrace.

Your hero in blue, Leo, gives a warm smile. He lets go of the hug, but his hands are still on you. His eyes glaze over you; you certainly made his evening.

He tells you that you look amazing, like always, and he asks you if you tried the Motsarella sticks that they were handing out.

You told him no, but if he said that they were good, you would try them out.

As he was about to mention what happened earlier today with Splinter, someone called him.

It’s was the Chief Vincent. She just asked for a word, and made a harmless joke that she won’t steal your date for the night.

You looked at Leo and he was already looking at you, he loosened his hand holding yours.

Leo has to step away for just two minutes to speak with the chief . He presses a gentle, giant hand to your lower back, whispers that he will be right back, and tells you how beautiful you look once more.

You were a little flushed and ended up feeling a little dry. So you decided to get a refreshment.

You slide over to the bar to see the options. “It might be a little early to have some fun”, you thought to yourself. Out of the options that the bar presented, you requested a cold cola.

You received your drink, and as you took a sip, you felt rehydrated.

As you were sipping your cold drink. A voice you never wanted to hear again cuts through the music. It is your ex. He walks up to you, already smelling like booze. Things never worked with him. You have told Leo about him, and that he’s left in the past and now you didn’t have to worry about him. Until now.

Your ex spots you, takes a sip of their drink, and smirks. They start condescending to you immediately. "Look at you, all dressed up. Who let you into a high-society event like this? Are you still living in that tiny shit show?”

You try to shut it down, for the sake of not getting any attention. Unfortunately that didn’t work, they step closer, cornering you against the bar. They reach out to touch your arm, entirely oblivious to the absolute titan walking up behind them.

Suddenly, the ambient lighting from the chandelier blocks out. A massive, towering shadow falls over your ex.

Your ex is still talking when they notice your eyes widen, looking up and behind them. Your ex turns around slowly, their head tilting back... and back... and back.

Standing there is Leonardo. He is wearing his formal leather straps, his twin katanas are strapped to his shell, and his biceps, tightly over his massive chest. He looks like a living fortress.

Leo does not get loud. He uses his deep, rumbling, authoritative voice. It slices through the man’s body, vibrating right through your ex's chest. He looks down at your ex with narrowed, piercing blue eyes.

"Is there a problem here?" Leo rumbles, his voice entirely calm but dripping with pure dominance.

Your ex completely goes pales. Their jaw drops. They look at Leo's massive green hands, his three thick fingers, and the sheer muscle mass of a mutant turtle who regularly flips armored trucks. Your ex stammers, "N-no. No problem. Just... catching up."

Leonardo steps even closer, his massive form completely cutting your ex off from you. He places one giant, warm hand on your shoulder, pulling you gently against his side. "We're done catching up. My partner and I have a ceremony to attend."

Your ex practically trips over their own feet trying to back away into the crowd, nearly spilling their drink in pure terror.

The second the ex is gone, Leo’s entire demeanor softens. The ominous warrior vanishes. He looks down at you, checking you over with genuine concern. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

When you tell him you are fine and thank him, a proud, boyish smirk spreads across his face.

“Just doing my job, saving my city.” He then offers you his massive arm to link your own. “My hero.” You say as you give a sweet kiss to your turtle boyfriend’s cheek.

As you two leave the bar, he says close to you,“Let's go find the others. I think I saw Mikey and Casey arm wrestling for cash again” he says and you let out a laugh.

You hear Leo’s mouth open and whisper to you, “stay close to me, I don't think anyone else will be bothering you tonight."

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Felt a bit silly saying cola but I think it’s cute

Hello everyone!! I’m loving how this came out. If anyone is interested in a version with the others don’t be afraid to request!!

Stay safe 💕

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whisper…

I was so hyped to write this because I'm definitely a touchy feely type of person but I've also just recently been like "boundaries you fucking walnut" so this is right up my alley.

TMNT Headcanons

The boys reacting to a super cuddly reader:

Michaelangelo

Alright let's be honest here

Mikey is the most intimate dude ever

He has no problems with physical contact as long as you're chill with it

Which you are, you'll take a hug wherever you can get one

The two of you have had your own handshake since the second week of you knowing him

His family however, is unaware of this

Obviously they know April is cool with touching them, she doesn't care

But they had no idea how you were about it

That was until you stayed for dinner

You'd basically fought Leo to let you help clean up

They knew you and Mikey were close

When you couldn't reach the shelf that the plate you were holding was supposed to go on they did not expect you to handle it the way you did

"Oi Mikey can I get a lift over here?"

The orange turtle didn't even look at you, backing up just enough and putting his hand out for you

You placed your foot firmly in his hand and climbed fluidly onto his shoulders, settling on the ridge of his shell and sliding the dish into it's proper place

"can you get this one too angelcakes?"

Mikey passed a cup into your hands and you proceeded to set it on the neighboring shelf, still perfectly balanced on your living perch

His brothers didn't know what they were expecting from the two of you but it definitely wasn't that

Leonardo

Watching Leo train was enough to make you tired

You weren't even doing anything, just watching

But once he'd finished his training and sat down to meditate you got up and padded over to him

"hey, do you mind if I sit behind you and use your back as a pillow while you do that? I'm tired as shit but I don't wanna crash on the couch right now, Raph almost crushed my head last time."

This smug fucker had the audacity to laugh at you

"be my guest. Just don't move too much"

Que the excited brain, you dropped to the ground and backed up to him as he settled

Your head made a resolute thunk against his shell and within minutes you were passed out

Leo was thankful that you didn't snore

This became your routine, so much so that he found it hard to meditate when you weren't there

He missed the familiar weight on his back

He'd approached you on the couch one evening, you were mid-argument with Mikey over some sort of movie theory and didn't even notice him standing there

"y/n?"

Your head snapped around to look at him

"yeahhhh? Did I do something?"

"no, I was going to meditate. Are you coming?"

You bounced to your feet, knocking Mikey in the shoulder before wandering towards the other room

"you win for now Mikey, I gotta go be Leo's human paperweight"

"you're not my- you know what close enough."

Raphael

No no no listen listen

This man is touch starved

AND I MEAN TOUCH STARVED

If you so much as roll for affection and get a +3 he dissolves

But he's also pretty sure you'd hate touching him or any of his brothers so asking for a hug is out of the question

If you want to touch him you'll initiate, right?

In-fucking-correct

Then at some point mid session you managed to land a solid ass punch right to his mouth

He crumbled on impact, grasping his own face in shock

Coincidentally you were also grasping his face in an attempt to see his split lip

"holy shit dude are you okay? I didn't chip any teeth did i? Wow okay that's bleeding pretty badly- one sec, don't move!"

Your hands left his cheeks and you scrambled to your feet, sprinting out of the room in search of a first aid kit

Raph looked up when you returned seconds later, the small tin box in hand, and kneeled at his side

"okay you might want to ice that but I'd definitely get a second opinion from donnie"

He was still staring when you handed him a gauze pad for his lip

"I'm really sorry Raph, I didn't mean to rock your shit like that"

The brain™ is recalibrating

Systems coming back online

He used one arm to pull you into a hug

"nah I'm good, it's just a split lip, barely even hurts- AH SHIT!"

you busted out laughing, tumbling out of his hug and covering your own mouth to contain your giggles

"I'll go get that ice for ya then?"

"yeah yeah shut up"

Donatello

Donnie didn't like to showcase that fact that he hated losing

He literally couldn't with the family he had, everything was a damn competition

And this happened to be a literal one

You, raph, Mikey, and he had been playing COD for hours now

You lost feeling in your thumbs about ten minutes ago

You and Donnie had lost every match since you'd split into teams and you were both getting sick of it

Donnie because he was a fucking genius, why couldn't he win this game?

You because you needed to pee like fifteen minutes ago and you weren't allowed to get up until the final match was over

"get your head in the game Donnie"

"oh wow thanks for the advice y/n, let me pull it out of my ass for you"

You wacked his shoulder with a scowl, settling your elbows on your knees and leaning into the controller

Mikey and Raph looked way too smug right now, like they knew that they were going to win

Neither of you would live with that

When it came down to the last 7 seconds you managed to snipe Mikey, making raph, who'd been shot out a minute prior, yell in outrage

Having been declared the victor you both triumphantly threw your controllers down on the couch

He went for a high five

You went for a hug

You both paused

He shrugged at you, earning an excited grin and you let him tackle you with a hug

Your airways were very constricted but at this point you didn't care one bit

"hey don?"

"yeah?"

"you can put your head back in your ass now."

Just as a general rule of thumb, whichever turtle I put last is usually the one I have the hardest time coming up with things for. So if you notice that the last ones always seem to be lacking that's why. Brain be sucking on the remainders of my creative juice.

Hope you liked this tho! I enjoyed doing it! Stay hydrated 😉

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Imagine stumbling into the turtle’s lives by pure accident, falling from a fire escape and landing right into their arms. They’re expecting you to be shocked or scared or something…but you’re barely even phased at the sight of the giant turtles standing in front of you.

Why?

“Well, I’ve seen at least one of you over the years…like, a lot.”

Leonardo is stunned.

Stupidly, obviously stunned. Always so proud of his ninja training, he takes great pleasure in being the “unseen.” Just a shadow in a darkened alley, a swift blur in the corner of a stranger’s eye, a stolen sight that one might brush away as mere imagination and nothing more. So knowing that you’ve caught them numerous times is, well, a little embarrassing for him.

Okay, it’s more like a lot.

“Who have you seen?” He asks quietly.

“Well,” you said as you carefully gathered the books and papers that had spilled from your bag, “I’m actually pretty sure it was you. I’ve seen you running over the rooftops a lot and I remember your swords.”

And now it was just plain humiliating. Raph scoffed in utter delight, already coming up with a million and one smug remarks to make, and he could see Donnie and Mikey sharing smiles. All the times he’d scolded his brothers about being more careful, warning them to avoid being seen, were now coming back to haunt him. Oh, he was never going to hear the end of this, he just knew it! They would be bringing this up for years and years.

Leonardo looked away from his brothers and back towards you, watching as you carefully inspected your phone for chips and cracks.

“If it’s damaged, I can fix that,” Donnie said helpfully.

“I think it’s okay…” you replied, “But thank you. And thanks for catching me before I, you know, fell to my death.”

“Uh…anytime.” Leonardo replied, his brain feeling fuzzy from the embarrassment and confusion.

“See you guys around.”

And just like that you were gone, walking off into the city and leaving Leonardo standing with his brothers. At once the teasing he’d already been expecting started up, Raph ragging on him and the other two only joyfully encouraging him, but for once…he didn’t care. Not even when Don joked about telling Splinter, not when Raph told him he ought to train more. Instead he watched you walk away and wondered when he might see you again.

Perhaps next time he was running across the rooftops, he’d stop and say hello…

Donatello isn’t really too surprised.

Statistically speaking, a good number of New Yorkers have seen that turtles from time to time. After all, they’ve been living in the city for all of their twenty-two years and have been active on the surface for eight of those now. There are quite a few humans out there who’ve caught a look at them, leading to stories of some sort of man-eating turtle cryptid living in the city waterways…there are some interesting sites out there.

But math doesn’t lie and you’re not the only one who has seen them…just one of the few who has gotten to actually meet them.

“Really?” Mikey piped up.

“Yeah,” you replied with a shrug. “But it’s not really a big deal or anything. I mean, this is New York City after all. I’d honestly be a lot more surprised if there weren’t giant turtles running around here at night.”

“How many times have you seen us?” Leonardo questioned, his blue eyes glancing sharply at his brothers.

“A lot of times through the years. Running around on the rooftops, getting into a few fights with gang bangers…actually, you know, I think I’ve seen him more then the rest of you.”

You had pointed right at Donatello when you made that little comment and already he could feel Leonardo’s glare settle on the back of his shell. He wondered if his elder brother would care too much about his argument for statistics…probably not! But you were smiling a little, brushing the dirt off of the Dittos that covered your black dress.

“And…you’re cool with that?” Donnie asked.

“Yup.”

“Then…so are we! Right, guys?”

His brothers chimed in, agreeing with the sentiment. And with that, you were off, grabbing your button-covered bag and walking away to catch your bus.

“See you around…?”

“Uh, Donnie. My name’s Donnie.”

“Later, Donnie.”

Forgetting about the impending doom that loomed over him (he could already hear Leonardo’s scolding and feel that sting in his muscles from Master Splinter’s punishment, which was sure to be brutal and terribly clever), Donatello grinned to himself as you vanished into the city…but he was certain that he would see you again.

And maybe you wouldn’t mind that at all…

Michelangelo is curious.

You saw them? For years? And you didn’t freak out or anything? That was rare for humans. Even compassionate people like April got a little freaked and, yeah, he couldn’t really blame anyone for screaming…still hurt though. They were no monsters, even if some people thought otherwise (Donnie had shown them those cryptid sites and he hadn’t liked that much). He’d been expecting screaming or fainting or something…

And yet here you were, cool as a cucumber!

“Just one of us?” Donatello asked, clearly eager for answers. “Do you know which one?”

“Oh…I dunno…” you murmured, running a hand through your hair as you thought it over. “He’s an artist.”

At once Michelangelo felt his Leo and Don glaring at him and Raph, both who claimed that honorable role as artists. The two brothers shared a guilty glance, each of them wondering who had earned himself one of Leonardo’s long lectures.

“I’ve seen him spray painting these gorgeous pieces! There’s these blue angel wings and this neon melting heart by the place I work-”

“Mikey!” Leonardo snapped, Don slapping the back of his head simultaneously.

“You’re Il Divino?”

Well, his secret was out. Michelangelo had been sneaking out every so often to paint the worn out brick and cracked concrete of New York City with his art…and now everyone knew. Including the pretty human in front of him. The fact that she liked his art so much made it possible to pretend that he wasn’t about to be destroyed by his brothers.

“I love your art…especially that roses beneath the bridge!” you chirped happily. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen it around.”

“I’ve been, uh, busy.”

“Well…” you said, picking up your sharpie-covered messenger bag, “if your schedule clears up, I hope to see your work again.”

“Yeah…”

Then you were gone, giving the turtle a little smile as you walked away. Already he was planning a new piece, something with neon pink…and a girl with a bright smile. Leonardo’s lecture began as Raph and Don walked away, laughing to themselves.

And Mikey was stunned totally stupid, wondering what you would think of his next piece…

Maybe he’d get to ask you!

Raphael is unsure.

From the second you nearly fell on top of Leonardo, he’d been expecting the whole shebang. Screaming, panicking, all that good stuff. It happened to them about every time a human managed to find them, a guy starts to expect it. But you could not care less and he…

He’s the confused one right now.

Since getting back on your feet, you hadn’t been even a little phased. Perhaps the fall had scared you but the turtles had not. Straightening your jacket, the metal and plastic pins caught his eye. A lightning bolt, several sarcastic phrases, a red eye. They were cool. You were cool, sighing as you looked back at the turtles.

“When have you seen one of us?” Leonardo asked. “Who?”

“I dunno…which one of you likes to stand on rooftops and angrily scream into the sky a couple times a week?”

At once all of his brothers turned and looked right at him, an unspoken answer to your question. Raph looked away, face hot and eyes burning. Raph’s temper was well known to his family…and apparently to you too.

“Uh…ya heard me, huh?”

“Actually, I screamed back at you once. I believe I told you you to get your crap together and stop throwing fits at four in the fucking morning.”

“That was you?”

Hands on your hips, you looked at the turtle with confidence and attitude. It was almost like you were daring him to snap back, ready for a bite back…he almost wanted to take you up on it! You were not, he realized, even a little bit afraid of him. Shocking for a human but strangely comforting at the same time for the turtle.

“Yup.”

“Why ain’t ya mad at me?”

“I was for a while. But then I saw you beating some Purple Dragons into the dirt and I thought, eh, give the guy a chance.”

Raphael grinned, chuckling beneath his breath. Clearly, you were not like most other humans. He felt certain that if aliens landed right here in font of you, you’d probably just tell them to get out of your way because you were late and trying to get home.

“I gotta go. It’s nice to finally meet you…?”

“Raphael.”

“Later, Raphael.”

He liked it. The glint in your eyes and edge to your grin, the way you said his name…there was just something about you that he liked. And there was something else telling him that this wasn’t the last time he’d see you.