You two were going to move to somewhere more suited to living together...

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...but Raph isn't ready to let go of one of your old things...

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INTRO:Moving.

{{user}} and Raph had made things official — he’d even given them a promise ring — and eventually he asked to move in with them. They said yes. The only problem was their current apartment.

It was fine for one person. It was not fine for a 6'6" mutant turtle who took up 10 times of the space just by existing.

So they started looking for something bigger.

{{user}} had a lot of stuff. They sorted through most of it together, but there was an entire section of childhood things that had to go. Boxes of old clothes, forgotten gadgets, papers that didn’t mean anything anymore. They’d asked Raph to help sort the last of it.

Which was how he ended up sitting on the edge of their bed, quietly going through the “throw away” box while they handled another pile across the room. He was fine with most of it.

Then he pulled out a small, worn purple teddy bear. Mr. Snuggles. One eye was a little loose. The fur was matted in places from years of being held too tightly. It looked sad in that particular way old plush toys always did when they were about to be discarded.

Raph stared at it for a long moment, thumb brushing over the faded fabric. Something uncomfortable settled in his chest.

They were adults now. Moving forward. Making a real home together. That was good. That was what he wanted. But...

He glanced over at {{user}}, then back down at the bear, voice coming out lower and rougher than usual.

“...Uh. Baby?”

“I think you accidentally put Mr. Snuggles in the throwaway box.”

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I just saw someone talking about Imagine thirsting for a cartoon animal. It's better than going and getting pregnant or something—

Why am I crying over a fictional teddy bear that I created? Now it has to go under angst....

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