“I like you this way.”
Warnings: Weed, smoking, mentions of Mary Jane, panic attacks, etc.
Character(s): Raphael (TMNT 2014/16) x Reader
Requested: No
A/n: Wrote this based on how I’ve been feeling lately.
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The world had started to seem more irritable as if every last thing made from man was a two-year-old child who wanted attention. Annoying. The walls seemed closer together and a ping of rushed anxiousness exploded in your chest. It didn’t take you long after to realize that you were having yet another panic attack.
It was mid-day, maybe four o’clock, and the boys along with April and Casey were retracing the steps of the latest case. Their voices seemed closer, louder, rushed and you began to find it hard to breathe. Your eyes skip across the lair, trying to find something to put your focus on yet you’re left disappointed.
That is until Mykie looked over April’s shoulder and saw you with your head between your legs, your back lifting and falling at a rapid speed that made him worry. He nudged Raph, nodding his head toward you and watching as his brother’s face switched from focused to distressed.
The six-foot-six mutant turtle walked over to you, slowly approaching you with his hand on your back. “Baby,” he whispers. “I’m here, ‘kay? Come with me.”
His hand laces with your own and he walks the two of you from the main space of the lair to the garbage truck that Donnie had been working on. As the two of you get settled onto the leather bench, Raph digs under the seat and pulls out a little black case. He opens it up and grabs one of the blunts that lay resting inside and then puts the case back under the seat.
“Raph-”
“Shh, baby. Just listen to me,” he says and lights it up. “I know you’ve been uneasy about smoking, but just try it… please?”
You look into his eyes. Those golden eyes that make your stomach do that flip-thing. Sighing, you take the shell from him and rest it between your lips, slowly sucking and filling your throat with smoke. It tasted better than the last time you smoked, but you still began to cough up a lung.
Raph chuckled but his hand continued to rub circles on your back. “That’ll get high faster,” he pointed out and you nodded, already feeling it in the back of your brain, but you weren’t quite there.
The more you smoked, the more you loved the feeling. You were calm, stress-free, and happy. It was as if the weight you were carrying on your shoulders dissolved and you didn’t even realize it, you were too focused on Raph as he took long drags from the blunt and did tricks with the smoke.
“You seem better,” he smiled, pulling you closer. “I like you this way.”
“What way?” you smiled, barely able to keep your eyes open.
“Happy.”
“You know what? I do too.”
