AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS EP 3 IS OUT.

Here's a silver edit bc I haven't posted much. YOU GUYS CAN FIND MY TIKTOK NOW TEHE

Misunderstood By Society warnings ⚠️

Asylum Patient! König x GN! Doctor! Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of different disorders, patient abuse, medication by force, talks of symptoms and behaviors, suicide and violence, toxic work environment, dangerous situations, slight gore, hallucinations, PTSD, Anxiety, Bipolar Disorder, People are mean to patients, lobotomy may be mentioned but not descriptive.

....So I forgot to put trigger warnings on the last two chapters.... but this story will not have trigger warnings on every chapter. The story as a whole can be triggering.

This story contains sensitive topics on patients and their different disabilities, medication, and instances based off how patients had been treated in past facilities. In no way is this meant to harm or be hurtful to anyone. I've been researching each different disorder, I have researched and dug around old, shut down asylum and why they closed. I'm simply writing with researched knowledge. If you have information that I've written incorrectly or you have tips on a specific disorder, reach out, I will appreciate any helpful thing greatfully!!

I will be posting chapters out as much as I can. I enjoy writing this and I've had alot of motivation to write for it and a few other things!!!

Thank you all who are enjoying this story and showing your support♡♡

-Writer Icy♡

I've never laughed so hard at seeing what was in my notifications today-

I'm so glad I'm not alone in this insane obsession 🫣

@acey-wacey @xenniboii 🩵

I made this-

Do I regret?? Absolutely not-

I did a thing...after reading School Bus Graveyard....

So whenever I hyperfixate on things, I get bursts of inspiration and draw stuff related to said things...so um yay I'm learning to draw digitally

It's cold!!

Donnie and Leo x GN reader

Heheh cute shit I love Christmas

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A Snowy Retreat

It was one of those rare days when the city felt serene instead of chaotic. Snow blanketed New York, softening the harsh angles of rooftops and muffling the usual cacophony of life. Leonardo, leader in blue, stood atop a building alongside his partner, gazing at the cityscape as snowflakes spiraled down lazily.

"You know," they said, breaking the silence, "it’s kind of magical up here."

Leo smiled. "Yeah, it’s peaceful. Makes you forget all the craziness for a bit."

They turned to him with a mischievous glint in their eye. "Too peaceful."

Before Leo could react, a snowball smacked him square in the chest.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, brushing off the snow.

Their laughter echoed through the snowy silence. "You looked too calm. Had to fix that."

A smirk spread across Leo’s face as he crouched to gather snow. "Oh, it’s on now."

The fight began with a flurry of snowballs flying back and forth, each trying to outmaneuver the other. Leo’s ninja reflexes gave him an edge, but his partner’s determination leveled the playing field. He slid behind a chimney for cover as they pelted him with an impressive barrage of snowballs.

"You’re good," he admitted, peeking out to return fire.

"I’m better," they teased, narrowly dodging his shot.

After what felt like an hour, both were breathless and soaked from the snow. His partner was shivering, their gloved hands fumbling as they tried to scoop up another snowball.

"Alright, truce," Leo called, dropping his handful of snow.

They stood up, shaking out their jacket. "Alriiigghhhttty. But only cuz I'm cold!"

Leo stepped closer, concern replacing his playful grin. "You should’ve said something sooner." Without waiting for a response, he shrugged off his scarf and draped it over their shoulders. "Come on, let’s head back to the lair. I’ll warm you up properly."

They didn’t argue as he led the way back, expertly navigating the rooftops despite the snow.

When they arrived at the lair, the warmth was immediate and comforting. The hum of Donnie’s gadgets, the faint sound of Mikey humming in the kitchen, Raph training, and the scent of Splinter’s incense made it feel like home.

"Sit," Leo instructed, motioning toward the couch. "I’ll grab some blankets."

They sank into the cushions as he disappeared briefly. When he returned, he was carrying an armful of thick blankets and handed them a steaming mug of hot cocoa.

"You planned this, didn’t you?" they teased, taking a sip.

Leo grinned as he sat beside them, draping a blanket over the two of them. "I always have a plan."

They leaned against him, sighing contentedly as the warmth seeped into their bones. "You know, you’re pretty good at this whole ‘taking care of me’ thing."

Leo’s arm wrapped around their shoulders, pulling them closer. "That’s because you’re my favorite snowball rival."

They laughed softly, letting the exhaustion from the cold slip away. "You’re lucky I let you win."

"Sure," he said, his voice tinged with amusement. "But next time, I’m bringing reinforcements."

The sound of their laughter filled the lair, blending seamlessly with the comforting chaos of the turtles’ home.

A Chill in the Air

Snow dusted the rooftops of New York, creating a winter wonderland that felt oddly out of place in the city’s gritty backdrop. Donatello stood beside his partner, watching the snow fall silently under the glow of streetlights.

"It’s beautiful," they said softly, gazing out at the serene landscape.

Donnie nodded, his bo staff resting against his shoulder. "It is. But it’s also ridiculously inefficient. Snow impedes infrastructure, slows down transportation—"

"Donnie," they interrupted, turning to him with a grin, "can you ever just enjoy something without analyzing it?"

He tilted his head, lips quirking into a smirk. "Not really."

Their grin widened as they bent down to scoop up a handful of snow. "Maybe this will help."

Before he could compute the implications, a snowball splattered against his plastron. He looked down at the damp spot in mock offense. "Oh, so this is how we’re playing?"

"Obviously," they teased, already preparing another snowball.

Donnie adjusted his goggles and crouched down. "Alright, but don’t blame me if you regret this."

The fight began with flurries of snowballs arcing through the air. Donnie’s analytical mind turned the skirmish into a tactical exercise, calculating angles and wind speed to land his shots. His partner, however, relied on spontaneity and speed, often catching him off guard.

"Gotcha!" they cheered as a snowball hit him square on the shoulder.

Donnie wiped the snow off, shaking his head. "You’re infuriatingly good at this."

"Maybe you’re just bad," they teased, ducking behind a vent for cover.

He chuckled, lobbing another snowball their way. "Oh, you’re going to regret saying that."

But the cold was starting to seep into his hands and feet, and after a particularly well-aimed snowball smacked him in the face, Donnie called for a truce.

"Alright, alright! I concede!" he said, throwing his hands up in mock surrender.

His partner stood up, grinning triumphantly. "Admit it—I’m the snowball champion."

"Fine," Donnie muttered, brushing snow off his goggles. "But only because my body temperature is lower than it should be."

They stepped closer, brushing snow off his shoulders. "Come on, let’s go back to the lair. I think you’ve earned some hot chocolate."

Donnie sighed dramatically. "Hot chocolate and maybe a blanket. Or two. Or three."

When they arrived back at the lair, Donnie immediately headed for the couch, shedding his gear as he flopped down with an exaggerated groan. His partner chuckled, grabbing a couple of blankets from the pile Donnie always kept handy for "emergency relaxation purposes."

They sat beside him, draping one blanket over both their laps and the other over his shoulders. Donnie let out a contented hum as he leaned into them, his cheek brushing against their shoulder.

"Much better," he murmured.

They smiled, wrapping an arm around him. "You’re such a baby about the cold."

"Excuse me," Donnie said, voice muffled by the blanket, "I’m a scientist, not a snow creature. This is not my natural environment."

They laughed softly, running their fingers through his snow-dampened mask tails. "Well, you’re in your natural environment now. Warm, cozy, and with me."

He turned his head to look at them, a small smile spreading across his face. "You make a compelling argument."

Donnie shifted closer, resting his head against their shoulder. They stayed like that, wrapped in warmth and quiet companionship, as the sounds of his brothers echoed faintly in the background.

"Next time," Donnie murmured, "we bring portable heaters to the snowball fight."

They laughed again, pulling the blanket tighter around him. "Next time, maybe you just stay inside."

"Tempting," he muttered, already half-asleep. "Very tempting."

“Did you hit?” “She’s so bad.” “Was it good?”

“No. She fell asleep in my arms knowing she’s safe from guys like you.”

Armin, Jean, Levi, Kirishima, Izuku, Bakugo, Hawks, Aizawa, Gojo, Geto, Itadori, Megumi, Choso, Nanami, Xavier, and Zayne.

Yam sbg gang + parents with a reader that enjoys being in the phantom realm because they like killing the phantoms, I can just imagine reader being a duel machete wielding ninja, that slices through phantoms like their butter, the only thing you hear from reader is crazed laughing as phantom body parts drop and roll on the ground, but then in the real world reader is just like hella chill like I mean cool kid chill, they don't talk to much but not too little and their just constantly tired no matter what before and during the plot.

Sorry if this long, ur like my sbg content supplier

<3

Yandere SBG Gang + Parents Reactions to Phantom-Slaying Reader:

Ashlynn, Taylor, Tyler, Aiden, Logan, Ben +Parents

⚠️Warning: Yandere tendencies, violence, slight disturbance.

Okay sooo this was a cool ass idea and I like to think about Aiden and how he was when he was a crazy murder machine lmao

I'm sorry that requests are coming out so slow...I always start writing the beginning of every request and then slowly work on everything all at once and then put it out all at once....So I Apologize-

Anywayyy, enjoy!!

-Writer Icy♡

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Ashlynn:

-Phantom Realm Reaction: Ashlynn is both impressed and a little scared of the reader’s sheer efficiency and wildness in the Phantom Realm. She’s fiercely protective of them, but seeing the reader tear through phantoms like a seasoned warrior makes her both awe-struck and desperate to keep up.

-Real World Reaction: In the real world, Ashlynn is always worried about the reader’s exhaustion, constantly asking if they’re okay or if they need rest. Despite her concerns, she loves the reader’s chill and laid-back vibe, often seeking their company just to relax in silence.

- Yandere Tendencies: Ashlynn is obsessed with keeping the reader safe, despite knowing how capable they are. She admires their skill in the Phantom Realm but wants to protect them in the real world where she feels more in control.

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Tyler:

-Phantom Realm Reaction: Tyler is more amused than angry/nervous whenever he gets to watch the reader in action. Their crazed laughter, the way they slice through phantoms with wild abandon—Tyler feeds off their chao and it only strengthens his obsession with them. He’s mesmerized by their raw power and skill.

- Real World Reaction: In the real world, Tyler is always trying to relax the reader, constantly dragging them into quieter areas to "Make them rest.” He’s also extremely protective and possessive, especially when others notice how cool and calm the reader is. To Tyler, their chill attitude is part of what makes them so irresistible.

-Yandere Tendencies: Tyler thrives on the thrill of the Phantom Realm, often wanting to fight alongside the reader, but also to make sure they don't get hurt He’s fiercely possessive, seeing the reader as his equal and his partner in chaos, but in the real world, he becomes overprotective, feeling the need to guard them when they’re vulnerable or tired.

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Taylor:

- Phantom Realm Reaction: Taylor is terrified yet captivated by the reader’s bloodlust in the Phantom Realm. She clings to them, desperate to feel protected by their strength. Her yandere tendencies spike whenever she witnesses their raw power, making her obsessive desire to be by their side more intense.

-Real World Reaction: In the real world, Taylor’s concern is more about making sure the reader doesn’t push themselves too hard. She likes the reader’s calm, tired demeanor because it makes them seem more approachable and less dangerous—but she’s always there to hover and “help” them even when they don’t need it.

-Yandere Tendencies: Taylor is clingy and desperate to keep the reader close, both in and out of the Phantom Realm. While she’s terrified of their ruthless side, it also fuels her obsession, making her want to protect them in the real world where they seem more vulnerable and “normal.”

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Aiden:

Phantom Realm Reaction: Aiden is both excited and a little hyped up by the reader’s behavior in the Phantom Realm. While he loves the thrill of battle, seeing the reader go full ninja-mode on the phantoms both impresses and excites him. He’s always nearby, ready to jump in if needed, though he knows they don’t need him.

- Real World Reaction: Aiden loves the reader’s laid-back attitude in the real world. He often tries to make them laugh or engage in light-hearted activities to keep their energy up. At the same time, he becomes incredibly protective when they’re visibly tired, making sure no one else disturbs them.

-Yandere Tendencies: Aiden’s yandere tendencies surface when he sees the reader tired and vulnerable in the real world. He wants to be the one to care for them and bring some light into their life, but he also gets jealous when others take notice of their cool demeanor.

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Ben:

Phantom Realm Reaction: Ben watches the reader with quiet admiration in the Phantom Realm. He’s fascinated by their efficiency and ruthless skill but also unnerved by their crazed laughter. He’s more calculating, always observing the reader’s actions closely, and his obsession grows with every phantom they take down.

- Real World Reaction: Ben is more concerned with understanding why the reader is crazed like they are in the Phantom Realm. He likes their calm, almost distant personality, as it gives him more control in their interactions. He’ll often stay close by, not saying much, but always watching over them like a silent guardian.

- Yandere Tendencies: Ben’s yandere tendencies revolve around his need for control. He prefers the reader’s quiet, tired demeanor in the real world because it makes them seem more manageable. However, he is secretly obsessed with the power they display in the Phantom Realm and wants to ensure no one else can share that connection with them.

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Logan:

- Phantom Realm Reaction: Logan is silently in awe of the reader’s prowess in the Phantom Realm. He watches them with quiet fascination as they cut down phantoms, their crazed laughter both disturbing and impressive. Logan sees their strength as something to admire, though it fuels his desire to shield them when they’re not in battle.

- Real World Reaction: In the real world, Logan often tries to get the reader to rest, offering quiet moments together where they can simply chill. He enjoys their calm and tired demeanor, finding it soothing to be around someone who isn’t constantly demanding his energy.

- Yandere Tendencies: Logan's protectiveness manifests more in the real world, where he worries about the reader’s fatigue. He craves the idea of being their rock, the one they can rely on when they’re tired, and his obsession grows from wanting to be the one who takes care of them when they’re not in “warrior mode.”

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Parents’ Reactions:

- Ashlynn’s parents: Ashlynn’s parents respect the reader’s strength in the Phantom Realm, seeing them as a warrior. In the real world, they keep a close eye on them, often pulling them aside to make sure they’re okay, especially since Ashlynn is so obsessed with them. The dad focusing on helping them with any fighting they want to practice while the mom checks on them and their health.

- Twins Dad: The twin’s dad is more fearful of the reader’s behavior in the Phantom Realm. He constantly expresses concern and tries to dissuade them from returning to such a dangerous place. In the real world, he’s more at ease with their laid-back attitude, preferring this side of the reader.

- Aiden’s + Bens 'parents': Their dad silently admires the reader’s abilities in the Phantom Realm, though he finds their love for killing phantoms disturbing. In the real world, he tries to help Aiden care for the reader, often offering advice or support to ensure they’re well-rested.

Their mom is more focused on keeping the reader safe. She is deeply concerned about the risks the reader takes in the Phantom Realm and prefer the calm, chill version of them in the real world. She will try to encourage healthier ways of dealing with their exhaustion.

Logan’s Parents: Logan’s parents are wary of the reader, seeing their Phantom Realm behavior as too extreme. In the real world, they notice Logan’s obsession with them and try to subtly distance him from the reader, fearing their influence on him.

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The reader gripped their machetes tightly, their body moving with precision and speed as they tore through the wave of phantoms like a machine. Each strike was calculated, yet the crazed grin on their face and the eerie laughter that bubbled from their lips showed a side of them that no one in the real world ever saw. Phantom limbs scattered across the ground as their laughter echoed through the dark, twisted landscape.

"Another one down," they muttered, breathless but exhilarated.

Back in the real world, the reader slumped against the wall of the school, their eyes heavy with exhaustion. Aiden sat beside them, handing them a bottle of water.

"You really should take it easy in there," Aiden said softly, watching as the reader took a slow sip, their eyes half-lidded with fatigue.

"Too fun," they replied with a small smirk, though their voice was quiet, almost bored.

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.

This^ guys I just found out what booping was this morning wtf....

I must've not ever been active ok halloween before????

Anyway HAPPY HALLOWEEN GUYS♡

IT'S BEEN AN HOUR AND ALL I'M DOING IS BOOPING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAÆÄÅÂÁÆ

I'm sobbing this was too funny, yall are too much I love it-

I made this-

Do I regret?? Absolutely not-