Can I get an imagine for one of the Turtles (preferably Leo or Raph) gets seen out on patrol and ends up getting called a freak/monster/whichever so after patrol they go to their friend's (Y/N's) place because the friend never once thought they were a freak or something and the friend comforts them about it?
sure bananon! it’s probably gonna be long
aha im sorry
Raph has gone on patrol, per usual, along with his brothers. Got to beat down on a couple of ne’er-do-wells that night, and he and his brothers ordered ‘zza and started to head down to the lair. As they approached a manhole cover, they hear a loud gasp. A human has spotted Leo and Raph, the last two on the surface.
“Gah, what are you?!” The human screams.
Leo calmly tries to get the human to stop screaming. “We mean no harm, just—” Leo holds his hands out, then sticks them up in a surrendering gesture as the human jumps away from him.
“Don’t you touch me, ya monster!”
Raph gets a little ticked. “Listen, pal, why don’t we just—”
“You wish I was your pal, you freak! Get away from me!” With that said, the human runs for the hills.
Leo and Raph sigh, both of their faces looking exasperated. Leo lays a hand on Raph’s shoulder, trying to give him some comfort. “I don’t know about you, but I’m glad they’re not a part of our lives. They’re missing out.” Leo’s trying to ease the tension of what they’re feeling, and Raph appreciates it. Doesn’t mean it worked, though.
Raph offers a lame smile. “Humans are annoying sometimes,” Raph replies, trying to brush it off. “Hey, why dontcha call me when the pizza comes?”
Leo’s brow furrows, and his eyes are clearly full of concern. “Do you want some company?”
“Eh, I won’t get into trouble, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Before Leo can try to go with him, Raph starts walking away. “Bop Mikey if he tries to eat my slices.”
Raph starts running once he sees Leo goes down into the sewers. He’d usually be mad about being called names, or it wouldn’t phase him at all; he’s a mutant, after all. But something about this encounter just made his insides feel all wonky. He doesn’t know where he’s running to until he hears your voice.
“Hey, Raph, whatcha doing here so late? Isn’t Master Splinter going to be kind of worried?” You ask as Raph lets himself in your room. When he offers no response and doesn’t reply to you, you immediately know something’s wrong. You pat your bed and go grab some food he liked. You sat beside him, offering it to him. He doesn’t shake or nod his head; he just looks away. “What’s wrong?”
Raph stays silent for a while. He finally sighs, taking some of the food you offered and finally looks at you. “I got called a freak.”
You immediately get ticked off. You rise off the bed, not knowing how you want to express your anger. Raph gently grabs your wrist and pulls you back down. “Who were they?” You asked. “They have no—”
“Some stranger, I dunno,” Raph replies, cutting you off. “I don’t get it. Usually this stuff, I brush off or forget about. I’ma frikkin’ mutant; I should expect nothin’ else. I guess they just really killed my good time.” Raph sighs again, putting his head in his hands. You rub circles on his shell, trying to comfort him. He suddenly tenses, and he darts his eyes to you.
You stop rubbing his shell. “Sorry, I was just trying to make you feel better in any way I could.”
“It’s not that. I didn’t know why I came here, but I do now.” He locks his gaze with yours. “You… you never once thought of me as or called me a freak or a monster or anything like that. Sure, when ya first saw me, you were shell-shocked, but you didn’t call me anything.”
You give him a small smile. “You’re different from what I’ve seen in my life; doesn’t mean you’re a freak or anything.” You paused, giving him a little fake hurt look. “So because I didn’t scream or call you names, you’re saying I’m weird?”
Raph finally smiles, gently elbowing your side. “Yeah. You’re weird.“
You rub his shell again, throwing your arm around his shoulders right after you lift your hand up. “Weirdos take comfort around other weirdos.” He smiles at you again. “Just because you’re different, Raph, doesn’t mean you’re some instant oddity or evil or whatever. Forget about that person who thinks they have any right to call you something like that. They—”
“Yeah, yeah, ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’, yada yada yada,” Raph interrupts you.
You roll your eyes at him, nudging him. “It made you feel a little better, though, didn’t it? Ya know it’s true. You’re not a freak, you’re not a monster. You’re just different, but so is everyone else, y’know?” You gave him a brief, tight hug. “Don’t let someone make ya feel bad for being different.”
i hope it suffices asdsf