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Hey guys! I’m posting from my phone so if the formatting is a little weird I am SO sorry. Thank you for reading though and make sure to read the end cap for more! All of the brothers are aged up ranging from 18-20 with raph being the oldest. (The songs listed in this fic are “easy eyes” by archer oh, and “freaks” by Timmy trumpet” )
Easy eyes, you light up the crowd
Life seems so dire when you're around
Soft goodbyes, you never stay still
And in the moment I hope you will”
The lyrics crackled warmly from the turntable speakers in your room as you leaned toward your bathroom mirror, getting a better angle on your lips.
Puckering and rubbing them together, you sat back with a small smile.
You had to admit, you looked kind of pretty.
For the first time in a long time you’d been invited out by someone other than a random stranger making passes at your ass, and for the first time since moving to New York you had an excuse to get all fancy with your new work friends.
The whole idea of drinks and conversation with people your age alone gave you a sort of… glow, and it made you feel confident enough to get past the few shreds of anxiety still lingering in your belly.
Then again maybe all that glowing was the tea lights….
Speaking of which.
“All these broken hearts are singing
Praying, hoping, and believing what you say
I don't need anything
And they'll love you like no other
Giving you what you once thought was affection
I don't need anyone”
You waltzed back into your room, music still playing, and gently blew out the tea candles you’d lit to save a couple bucks on electricity one by one starting from the large white dresser.
( New York may have been the city of lights, but it was not the city of your wallet)
The songs upbeat twang followed you all the way to your vanity table, the cushioned bench giving a soft creek as you sat down to blow out the last of your small candles, only keeping the larger ones lit for visibility, until you caught the reflection of something (or more likely someone) shuffling outside your fire escape.
Again, you smiled softly to yourself, though this time, you owed it to one of your 4 most unlikely friends yet.
“Well if it isn’t my favorite Burglar, to what do I owe the honor?” You hummed, distractedly as Raph rolled gracefully through your window.
You focused your attention on fixing your hair into an up style with a few pearl pins one of your friendlier coworkers had given you while simultaneously trying to still the rising beat of your heart.
“Yeah yeah, I know I should’ve called or knocked but I ain’t the one leavin the fire escape wide o- ….“
“Leaving the fire escape wide what?”
Feeling the weight of his non-answer, you chanced a look at the oldest turtle brother over your shoulder for further explanation.
His expression was more shocked than you’d ever seen, eyes wide, posture stiff, even his mouth was frozen mid- sentence and you prayed that the candle-light was dim enough to hide the heat in your cheeks.
You looked from him, to yourself and laughed, finally getting it.
“Oh, this?” You turned back to the vanity, fidgeting with a pin that got a little too tight. “ Don’t worry it’s not permanent I promise.”
“Wouldn’t mind if it was.”
“Hmm? You hummed, not quite hearing him over the speakers.
“I said, mind if I ask where you’re headed all dressed up like that?” He settled himself on your bed next to you just as he’d done a thousand times before, reaching over to cut your stereo down. “And Jesus if you keep the volume blasting like that I’m gonna have to invest in hearing aids pre-maturely.
“Awwww you jealous?” You teased. “And as for hearing aids, you don’t listen to anyone anyways so I think you’re safe.”
He rolled his eyes. “ I ain’t jealous. Just curious, but sure, whatever boosts your ego,” he teased back.
That was always your favorite part about raph. He was just so…. Casual with you. You had that type of friendship where teasing and flirting were inevitable, expected even. You both made it too easy not to make fun or poke little jabs here and there.
The only catch to having such a great dynamic was that you could never go any further.
No matter how bad the ache in your chest grew.
You were just some human trying and failing to wiggle-worm your way through life and he… he was the coolest person you’d ever met. A skilled fighter, a mutant (a total softie underneath despite his protests).
He’d never see anything in you. Not anything more than friends anyways.
Still…How many times had this almost exact scenario played out in your head? Candle light, soft records being played in the background with Raphael at the center of it all? His hands ghosting your cheeks, your hips, your everything? And how many more times had that addictive pipe dream been broken by interrupting brothers or responsibilities or even just raphs subtle shut downs calling you things like ‘buddy’ or ‘squirt’.
You may have been a chronic day dreamer, but you weren’t stupid enough to ignore the painfully obvious signs that he didn’t feel the same.
Raphael gently rapped a knuckle to your forehead as if it were a door, effectively snapping you out of your reverie
“Hello? Anyone home? You gonna answer my question or should I make like a magic 8ball and try again later?”
“Drinks!” You fumbled, swatting his hand away “we’re going out for drinks and maybe some dancing after depending on how things go.”
“…..we?”
You stood, collecting your purse and slipped on your shoes as he followed you out into the livingroom.
“Yeah, me and my coworker Nunya.”
He leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed.
“Nunya? Who the hell is Nunya?”
With a final look over your shoulder, you threw him a wink.
“Nunya buisness!”
Your witch cackling could be heard all the way down to the first floor.
Raph didn’t find it very funny though.
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Raph was many things, a hot-head, a jerk, and a “damn fool” as you so lovingly put it, but what he wasn’t was a stalker and a creep, so how he found himself perched outside your apartment for the 6th night that week, he didn’t know.
It had started out innocently enough, he’d pop over to your side of town a couple nights a month just to make sure everything was quiet and chill on your street as he did his rounds. then one night you had your livingroom windows open, probably to let the cool spring air in.
You were in your pjs watching some mindless tv show Mikey was obsessed with and he lingered to see what all the fuss was about.
Raph ended up watching you more than the tv show, and the longer he looked, the more he wished he, and the pillow you tucked comfortably across your lap, could switch places.
He shook himself out of the trance though, but made a note to double back and make sure your windows were down before he headed home.
By the time he was done with his rounds, you were completely knocked out. your window was still open though, and raph had half a mind to jump scare the living hell out of you, if only to teach you not to leave your shit unlocked in the middle of New York City at night.
but by the time he reached your window, his anger had melted like ice on a hot day.
You were so small, tucked up into the couch.
He couldn’t do it.
Instead, he turned the tv off, found some blankets to throw over your shaking form, and locked the windows on his way out. He’d just have to lecture you the old fashioned way he supposed.
Over the next couple of weeks, he found himself subconsciously straying from his usual routes almost every night, but his feet always landed him in the same place.
On rougher days he’d sit on the rooftop of the building directly across from yours, sometimes venting to an imaginary you about all the shit he couldn’t bring himself to say, sometimes training, but always pausing to watch whatever you were up to.
He liked it best when you were singing or dancing around your apartment. you weren’t a good dancer by a mile, but it was genuine, and more importantly, it was a part of you he felt like hardly anyone ever got to see. Well, at least not sober.
Eventually though, as all good things must come to an end, you’d finally caught on to him somehow.
Maybe he wasn’t as careful as he should have been when he went to check your windows at night or maybe he’d left something behind on your fire escape. you never really told him how you figured him out, but one night, as he swung by to make sure you were all locked in safe, he noticed that your apartment was devoid of virtually any life. No candles, no tv, not even a night light and seemingly no you as well.
Assuming the worst, he dropped down onto the balcony to investigate, and sure enough, something came hurling at his face.
Instinctively, he sliced the thing apart with his sais before it ever had a chance to hit him.
But as he quickly learned, impact was never the goal to begin with.
As soon as his blades ripped the fabric, glitter rained down on him, drenching him in a sparkly nightmare.
You quickly appeared, clutching your sides with laughter and as his confusion cleared, anger took its place.
You’d caught him red handed while pranking him in the process.
“WHAT THE HELL!” He roared, spitting sparkles with every syllable.
“That’s- hahaha- that’s what you fuckin get stalker!” You laughed
“I AINT STALKING YA, IM JUST- YOURE PRACTICALLY BEGGIN TO BE ROBBED EVERY TIME YOU LEAVE YOUR WINDOWS OPEN WHICH IS PRETTY MUCH EVERY NIGHT BY THE WAY SO YOURE WELCOME.?!?”
You took a minute to catch your breath, but after wiping the joyful tears from your eyes, you stepped closer, dusting some off his shoulder with the back of your hand.
“Thank you raph, I really do appreciate it.”
“Yeah, we’ll…. Whatever. WHY GLITTER THOUGH?!? This is NEVER going to come out.”
“EXACTLY!I didn’t know who was visiting my balcony, and say I couldn’t catch them in time to thank them. if I found someone covered in glitter walking around in the morning or grumbling around down in the sewer, at least I’d have a better idea of who to appreciate for locking my windows for me.”
It took an hour, a pot of coffee and a borrowed shower for you both to calm yourselves. but eventually, you asked him why he didn’t just drop by and say hi when he came to check on you.
He dodged the question of course but by the end of the conversation, it was settled, he could use the roof while on patrol and check that your windows were locked so long as he took a second to come say hi.
The rest was history. If you were home and awake, You’d invite him in for the 5 spare minutes he had before going on patrol when you could, and he would swing back by late in the night to make sure you remembered to lock everything up.
It was a good system, but raph felt himself becoming more greedy, wanting more than just a few measly minutes with you.
He swung down to your level, right outside your fire escape like he always did, but this time was different.
This time he was finally gonna ask you to hang out. One on one. No 5 minute drop by before he had to get right back to work, no brothers to tease or interrupt or be little shits that hog the couch.
Just you and him.
working up the courage to talk to you, he rehearsed the conversation in his head again, thought about the contingency plans if things started going south, opened the window and slid through-
“Well if it isn’t my favorite Burglar, to what do I owe the honor?” You hummed over your shoulder.
“Yeah yeah, I know I should’ve called or knocked but I ain’t the one leavin the fire escape wide o- ….“
But then…
But then….
He saw you.
You and that stupid, gorgeous dress, the one that clung to every curve and edge just right, combined with the hair and the red lips stick-
Raph felt the words dry up in his throat like a desert.
you looked like a movie star straight out of the 20’s and god raph wanted nothing more than to pluck the beautiful pearl pins from your scalp and watch you come as undone as the hair around your face.
As always, you lit your little candles and put your dumb ass records on, and stars if it wasn’t the most ethereal sight.
The whole atmosphere seemed to curve to your warmth so perfectly, and it just further reminded him of all the reasons why he would never get to feel the heat of ur hat warmth.
He was a mutant turtle.
You were a human.
And no matter how many times he claimed he “loved being a turtle” there were just some parts of life that weren’t worth the shell and scales.
He could never take you out on a proper date, you’d always be in danger and if you ever hoped to have a family one day…
Still. A guy could dream right?
Raph was only half paying attention as you talked, his focus straying from the lilt in your words to the smell of your perfume, to the little beaded necklace that clasped your throat.
But then you said you were going out drinking and dancing.
With someone new.
His mind flooded with questions.
Who were they? Were they trustworthy? How long had you known each other? Where was the club? When would you be back?
“Nunya? Who the hell is Nunya?” He asked before he could stop himself.
You were already in the doorway, purse in keys in hand.
“Nunya buisness!” You winked
And then you were gone.
“And I've no money left to see you scream
Never felt so insecure as when you never look at me
Despite the comfort in your softest side
You'll find your easy eyes, they go blind
You’ll find your easy eyes, they go blind.”
Raph stood in your empty apartment with only the song to fill the chasm in his thoughts.
He was so fucking frustrated.
He litterally had come here to ask you ONE (1) thing and where we’re you now? Going off to dance with someone else all because his dumb ass got distracted.
He waddled miserably back to your room just in time to watch you exit the building, sashaying alone down the lamp-lined street.
If he were smooth or gentlemanly like Mikey or Leo he would’ve offered to escort you, and if he were smart like Donnie he would’ve found a way to distract you with some kind of grand gesture until you forgot all about dancing…
But he was just raph.
Big, meatheaded, foot-in-mouth raph.
fully prepared to spend the rest of the night brooding, he pulled himself away from the window, but as he crouched to slide himself back out onto the fire escape, raph caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror you were sat at just moments ago.
He looked pathetic, turning tail and running home when his heart was still with y/n, waltzing down parkway without him.
“No. Fuck it, you’re doing this, pussy. You came here for one thing and ya ain’t stopping until ya get an answer, good or bad. No backing out.” Raph ordered the reflection.
He quickly caught up, melting into your shadow.
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WHAT?!” You shouted over the booming den, not catching a word of what any of your coworkers were saying until there was a pause for the long anticipated bass drop.
“SHOTS!” They all screamed back, holding up a bottle of something clear and vaguely fruity smelling as well as many colorful, light filled shot glasses.
You laughed at their goofy grins. relieved and a little surprised at how relaxed your coworkers had turned out to be.
“WE GOT A TABLE AND ARE ABOUT TO PLAY FUZZY DUCK. YOU IN?” One of the floor managers called over his shoulder.
shaking your head, you lifted your hands in a “nah I’m good” signal, knowing full and well you would be a nightmare at tongue twisting games like that but as luck would have it, Sarah, your desk mate, grabbed your arm, hugging it as she pulled you playfully backwards towards her table with a set of puppy dog eyes you just couldn’t say no to.
The private table provided enough noise cancelation to hear the rules of the game and the answers of each player, but only just.
The first round went over smoothly and nobody had to drink, but as the game continued on, more and more of the bottles contents dissippeared alongside your senses. You’d messed up 3 times in the last 4 rounds, tongue getting caught on the word “ducky fuzz” instead of “fuzzy duck” resulting in a growing warm mess in your cheeks.
You looked at Sarah and let out a little giggle but she just rolled her pretty dark brown eyes at you
“Oh Come on lightweight!” it’s just a little tequila! Nothing too crazy.”
“Wait teQUILA?!” You blanched, looking from your glass to the bottle in the center of the table.
“Y/N!” A coworker called, signaling your turn.
“FUZZY DUCK!” You blurted
The table erupted into laughter and shouts of dismay on your behalf.
You’d gotten it wrong again. You watched the clear liquid gargle into the glass and hesitated.
They all looked at you expectantly, some going so far as to shout “boooo” as you resisted.
Peer pressure got the best of you. You threw your head back, wincing as the burning liquid lapped at your throat, leaving a weird tingly feeling in its wake,
“RESPECTFULLY, FUCK ALL OF YOU.” You declared coughing fire.
You were screwed.
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“The bass and the tweeters make the speakers go to war!
Ah, the mighty trumpet brings the freaks out to the floor!
The bass and the tweeters make the speakers go to war!
Ah, the mighty trumpet brings the freaks out to the floor!”
The whole room became one big giggly blur as you and Sarah hit the dance floor and you were now so glad she dragged you into playing that funny little game. Your chest was light, your lids were heavy, and you found yourself wanting to make friends with everyone at this party.
Friends….
Your chest became less light.
Where were your turtles?
Where was raph?
You wanted him to come dance with you. You wanted to look at his pretty face and hold his big stupid hands. You knew he was here. He had to be right? This was we’re all your friends were and raph was your friend right?
You tried to explain to Sarah that you were going to go find your giant turtle friend but she just shook her head, laughing and telling you to be safe.
You were a woman on a mission, no amount of alcohol could stray you from your goal of finding that big stupid, cutie turtle as you combed the clubs crowd of people.
….but first you had to pee.
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Security at this place had been far denser than raph anticipated and by the time he got the bouncers, hit the coat check for a disguise and settled himself inside, you were already half way drunk.
You were seated at a little table adjacent to the stage closer towards the bar, surrounded on all sides by different people, and one in particular clinging to your arm.
She wasn’t your type though, raph knew that much, and a massive wave of relief rushed through him unbidden.
You weren’t here to meet with anyone specific... not that it mattered to him.
You were just getting drinks with what looked like friends. Friends who had bullied you into what looked like one too many shots of something.
Raph watched over the scene, wondering how in the hell he was supposed to ask you to hang out now.
And then you hit the dance floor.
The sight stirred a mix of emotions within him.
Contentment, hilarity and just a little spike of jealousy for the girl next to you dancing so casually.
He wished he could do that, just dance with you as if it were the most natural thing on earth.
he supposed hed just have to watch like usual.
A few songs passed, some better than others, when a strange look crossed your face and you stopped dancing to look over the crowd, searching for something.
Amusement crossed raphs features as he followed you throughout the venue, to the bathroom and back out again, curiously poking your nose under tables and around corners while he observed from the rafters.
You clearly weren’t finding what you were looking for though, because you slumped frustratedly against the far wall near the exit.
Not very many people were there and raph realized that if he were careful, this might be the perfect time to ask you to hang out.
Best case scenario, he said hi, helped you find whatever you were looking for and agreed to hang out with him after tonight.
Worst case scenario, you said he was gross and you hated his guts and wished he was never born… but you were drunk and wouldn’t remember any of it in the morning.
So either way he won.
“Looks like it’s go time raph.” He echoed to himself, hopping from beam to ceiling beam until he was able to drop onto the ledge hanging just above the exit behind you.
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6 minutes, and 3 compliments exchanged with another drunk girl in a bathroom later and you were back out, still without a clue as to where raph might be hiding…
HIDING!
Duh, he was a ninja. He’d probably be off somewhere up high, or at least somewhere dark. Maybe both.
You scanned the building for the most obvious hiding spots, finding one too many frisky couples hidden in dark corners and not enough Raphael’s.
Eventually, you had to give up, deciding to cut your losses and pout as a wallflower by the back exit for a minute before heading back to your table.
You just- How could raph not be here? You looked all pretty and there was music and drinks and… and.
It didn’t matter.
He wasn’t here, and he wouldn’t be there when you got home either. He never stayed until morning.
And you knew it wasn’t his fault but damn it you WANTED to see him in the morning! Weather it was strung out on your couch after a hang out or nestled in bed next to you, you ached for raph to still be near you by the time the sun came up.
Whatever. At least the alcove you were in was pretty empty, no one to catch you throw a fit.
“Lookin for someone?” A familiar rasp chimed abouve you.
You spun on your heel, not believing your drunk ears but sure enough, cast in the shadows, Raphael leaned inconspicuously in the corner with a black hoodie, looking down at you with that shit eating grin.
His features were cast in the blue neon lights of a bar sign, making him look like a weird alternate version of Leo, and you were glad to know that red was most definitely his color.
“ you’re- YOURE HERE!!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around his midsection before you could stop yourself. His plastron was cool even beneath the hoodie, making your flushed face feel soooooo much better “COME DANCE WITH ME!”
raph panickedly looked around, using his height to block you against the wall as a few people passed through the exit beside him, almost catching a glimpse of his face.
“I’m glad yer havin fun y/n, but I didn’t come to dance, just wanted to ask ya something before I head home. ”
“So ask me while we’re dancing! Duh!”
His expression flattened as if that were the dumbest thing he’s ever heard.
“Y/n, I can’t dance with you..”
Your face fell. You didn’t know what he meant by that but it sounded mean and you felt your lip begin to wobble.
“Shit shit shit, no! It’s not YOU. That’s not what I- ugh!” Raph floundered, trying to find a better way to get your drunk brain not to cry.
“I can’t dance with you because- because I’m too scared!” He blurted, mentally face palming at how dumb that sounded even in his own ears. “Yeah, just uh- i ain’t a twinkle toes like Donnie or Mikey ya know?”
But to his surprise, it worked. Your eyes unwelled their uncalled tears as you took on a brighter expression.
“You’re scared? That’s ok!” You beamed. “I know where to get you some courage and then we can dance!!”
“Find me some- what?”
You ducked under his arm but when he reached out for you, it was useless, you were already practically skipping to the bar.
Shaking his head, he leaned back on his perch.
“Oh boy, this should be interesting. ” He sighed, watching your hips sway through the crowd.
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You squeezed past groups, recognizing a few faces of your own clan conveniently situated over at the bar, everyone still talking and laughing when a hand caught your wrist.
….. it was too big to be Sarah’s and too warm to be raphs.
Fear laced it’s way through your brain as your eyes traced the strange hands path all the way up to a sharp and dangerous looking man.
“COME DANCE WITH ME.” He commanded, not even bothering to ask your name or say hello.
You wanted to tell him to fuck off, to try talking to you like a person first and maybe you would have, or to keep his damn hands to himself unless told otherwise.
Instead, all that came out was a resounding “I DONT KNOW YOU.”
“DONT GOTTA KNOW ME BABE, JUST BEND OVER AND DANCE FOR ME.”
you tried wrenching your hand away from his grip but the force at which he pulled you back into him was near crushing.
“Why do girls like you always play hard to get?” he said right into your ear and you physically retched in his face.
“BOY IF YOU DONT GET OFF ME-“ you started, trying to shove and wiggle your way out of his hold
“ ‘IF I DONT GET OFF YOU’ WHAT BITCH?” He smiled wickedly, spinning you around and connecting his pelvis with your ass provocatively. “YOU AINT GONNA DO SHIT.”
You glared back at him indignantly and immediately stomped on his foot. His left hand left your hip but the other gripped almost bruisingly as you found raph only a few yards away, screaming for him as loudly as you could.
He caught your eye, instantly, and the message was clear.
There was a large flash and a bang on stage as colored smoke filled the venue and at the exact same moment, you felt the grip on your hip being ripped away.
To say that the young man flew would be an understatement.
One moment he was behind you and the next His feet left the ground before anyone ever knew what hit him. he was sprawled half way across the room, head slumped and bruised against the dj’s stage, looking dazed and upset like a toddler who just got whipped.
The bouncers were on the scene in seconds, trying to figure out what had transpired, but while everyone else was looking around for who could have possibly thrown a punch that powerful, you were being whisked away.
You weren’t sure how you got outside, but in a flash you were in the alleyway. The only hands on you now being raphs 3 prongs on your shoulders checking you over and asking if you were hurt.
You weren’t sure what to make of the situation, it all happened so fast and you were still very drunk and-
And you were crying.
Why were you crying?
Nothing had happened, the asshole had touched you and called you a bitch but nothing else happened so why-
“Why is it that only assholes try to get with me?” You shook, wrapping your fingers around his wrists, or trying to at least.
“ am I really bottom of the barrel?” You sniffed, trying really hard not to cry, especially in front of raph.
He looked as scared and unsure as you felt, but in the end he just pulled you into him, not saying anything.
You nearly fell to pieces.
“ Why can’t someone sweet and protective and fun like me? Someone like you!”
…….
You didn’t mean to say that. Oh god you did NOT mean to say that. You needed to shut up and get home. You needed to-
“….Who said I didn’t?”
You pulled back from his embrace and he let you go.
“What did you say?”
He cut you off with a raised hand, shaking his head in frustration.
“Nothin. Listen, you’re drunk, and you’re sayin shit you don’t really mean. If you really want to talk about this, we can try again in the morning but tonight’s been a mess and ain’t gonna let you say or do anything you’ll regret.”
“ I want to talk about this now!” You insisted as he turned away, crouching down into a piggyback position.
“Yn, it doesn’t matter. you don’t like me, you just liked that I saved you, now hop on so I can take you home.
His demeanor was the final straw of the night.
“No!” You demanded, cutting around to face him head on.“ Raphael hamato, you’re right, I am absolutely plastered, but I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I have liked you for forever…. Actually, that’s a lie, I’ve liked you FIVEever, that’s how long I’ve been crushing on your stupid face. Do you know how long FIVEever is?”
“Sweetheart MMM!-“
You grabbed his cheeks, smushing them together to stop him from speaking.
” CAUSE ITS A LONG TIME-“ you finished. “ and I don’t just like you because you saved me tonight. I like that you worry about me locking my windows even though I’m 17 stories up, I like the way you laugh when your brothers roast the shit out of me and I roast them back, I like that you keep your comics in your weight room because superheroes are your inspiration even though you LITTERALLY are one, I like that you listen to Barbie girl when maxing out because the beat is perfect for your sets and that you main bowser in Mario cart because you wanted to be him growing up!”
He looked stunned, gently taking your hands from his face as he looked back and fourth between your eyes.
“ But most of all I like that you LET me know these things, I like that I’m apart of your life and you’re apart of mine! It tears me apart that you don’t feel the way I do about all the mushy gross romantic stuff, but our friendship means way more to me than kissing or flirting and I’m not saying any of this to make you uncomfortable, but I needed you to understand because…. because I’m tired of feeling so hopeful. I’m tired of hoping that you’ll wake up and see me the way I see you so just… tell me you don’t like me like that, and I’ll finally sober up…. pun not intended.”
“You don’t gotta keep hopin y/n. ”
Your entire heart fell through the floor.
You’d asked for this, asked to be rejected and he was obliging.
So why did it still hurt so bad?
he stepped closer to you, brushing the frustration from your eyes with the pad of his thumb. “Cause I think I feel the same way.”
the hope once again igniting like a trick candle in your chest.
“You think?”
“Okay I KNOW I feel that way. Have been since the night Mikey brought you down for the first time
“Are- are you serious? Do you really mean it?”
“More than you understand.”
“Then make me understand.”
Slowly, he took your tiny hand in his massive one, turning it over to place a kiss directly on your palm, keeping eye contact as he lowered your hand back down.
The sight made you feel warmer than all the alcohol in that bar combined.
He looked into you, searching for words he needed to explain himself, but in the end, he shook his head, resting your foreheads together in defeat.
“Listen…. I ain’t good with words like you. I’m a man of actions, not words, but yer too drunk for me too show ya how I really feel so for tonight….let’s just focus on getting you home safe. I don’t gotta report back to anybody tonight so I can stay over… if you’ll have me…. I can figure out what I’m tryin ta say in the mornin.”
“And what if I sober up now? Would you show me how you felt if I was totally undrunkified?”
“I- pffff….. yeah, sure I guess I’d show ya if you were totally 100% sober but You’re on a rooftop at midnight and yer only way down is me. So fat chance.”
“……. There’s a ladder on the alley wall and a waffle house across the street.”
His entire face fell in realization.
“Shit. No, yn dont. You’re in heels. “
But you were already booking it for the side of the building.
“If ya like me so damn much why are you ALWAYS running away from me?!”
“Last one there has to explain this whole thing to splinter!” You called over your shoulder.”
“GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE OR SO HELP ME-“
God he loved you.
End cap: hmmmm. Wears red, massive, sharp teeth, New York accent…… do I have a fucking type?!
Lol anyways, Im not posting on “train station blues” for a while because im stuck but I’m never going to escape the undertale fandom so have no fear, the sans fics are still here.
In other news, I’ve been obsessed with tmnt for the last year or so and this is the first time I’m posting anything for that particular fandom so :)
I know that was probably super long for a “one shot” but I appreciate the read. I’d like to do shorter things like this more often so if you have any tmnt or undertale request please put them down below!
Also, I couldn’t find a good way to work this song into the fic without dragging the fight scene out too long, but I imagine raph absolutely pumbling villains/assholes to this song>>>> https://youtu.be/dj7um8IRFB4