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taleeater · 7 months ago

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Fragile Part 9

Generation: Bayverse TMNT

Tmnt x Reader Fanfic

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (except ‘babe’ and ‘princess’)

Warnings: injury, fluff, not proof read

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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When you awoke, you felt a heavy weight across your chest. You blinked your eyes open and looked around.

The sight that greeted you made you grin. Mikey was sprawled like a starfish across your queen sized bed, snoring away with an arm thrown over your midsection. Poor Donnie was confined to huddle up on his side on the very edge of your bed, in his attempt to be closer to you. Leonardo, when you looked, was sitting on the floor fast asleep with his shell resting against the side of the bed.

All that was left was-

“You awake, shortie?” Raphael was standing in the doorway with a towel around his shoulders. A soft expression on his face that he reserved for just the two of you.

You didn’t want to wake up the rest of his brothers so you nodded silently at him. He extended his arm out above you for you to grab onto, and he slowly pulled you up out from underneath Mikey without disturbing him, careful not to bonk anyone with your cast. You were left dangling above your bed while you clung onto Raph’s arm like you weighed nothing. Raph chuckled quietly and swung you over to a vacant spot on the floor where you stretched out and touched down gently onto the fluffy rug.

Raphael nodded in the direction of the door, a silent invitation to join him for his morning workout. You quietly grabbed some clothes from your drawers and trudged out to change in the bathroom as he went ahead of you to the gym. When you joined him a few minutes later, he was doing stretches.

“How’s the arm?” He asked you in a hushed tone. Not wanting to sound too loud in the quiet of the empty gym.

“Better!” You said gratefully stretching out your shoulders with your arms above your head. “Donnie said I should be able to get the casts off by the end of the week.”

”Wow, that was fast. I guess you heal like us now, huh.” Raph said with a grin, hiding his relief. “Wanna work on your physical therapy first?”

“Mh!” You nodded enthusiastically.

These quiet mornings working out with Raph had become the norm in the past 2 weeks since you had woken up. At first it started as an escape from the insomnia, when you woke up early and couldn’t sleep. Bad dreams and flashbacks from the tank plaguing your mind. Raph would come in and scoop you up and take you with him while he worked out. Not allowing you to be alone with your thoughts. You would lay on his back while he did pushups, and sit in his lap while he did reps. ‘For motivation’ he would say.

After a long hour and a half, and a playful but careful wrestling match that turned into a tickle fight, you collapsed limp onto Raph’s chest out of breath.

“You’re getting harder to pin down, shortie.” Raph’s chest rumbled with his chuckle.

”Is that so? I think you’re still going too easy on me.” You said with sly eyes and propped your head up on your arm cast to look down at his face.

”So what if I’m going easy on ya? You can try and kick my ass once you’re all healed up, Princess.” He met your sly grin, hands coming up to grab your sides.

You giggled and squirmed in his hold, still feeling sensitive as he moved to sit up with you sat in his lap. You reached up and looped your arms around his neck and hugged him, body flesh against his chest. The big turtle froze a moment then relaxed and wrapped his big arms around you gently. He took in a long deep breath and exhaled in a long huff against your shoulder.

After a long pause, you quipped, “At least I can still throw you on your back whenever I want~”

Raph grinned and started to lightly tickle your sides again, making you squeal and giggle as you tried to escape his hold. “Just because you’ve got mutant strength all the time now doesn’t mean you’ll always have the drop on me!” He whisper yelled as he continued to torture you.

Donnie cleared his throat from the doorway where he was casually leaning against the frame, sipping a fresh cup of coffee.

“He’s ticklish under his arms.” Donnie said loud enough for you to hear, grinning into his mug.

Raph’s eyes went wide with horror. ”Traitor!”

Your hands dove for his exposed skin, but before you could reach, Raph grabbed your sides and held you away at arm’s length like a cat. “No fair!” You laughed, calming down from the excitement.

Donnie set down his coffee cup and strolled into the room. He scooped you up and tossed you over his shoulder, rescuing Raph from your attack. The red turtle made an exaggerated sigh of relief, but he was betrayed by his playful grin.

“My turn.”

Donnie strolled out of the room with you in tow as you waved a goodbye to Raph, and retrieved his cup of coffee as he left.

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They had waited for weeks.

They were not able to prevent you from falling into a medically induced coma, but with the blood transfusion you received from Leonardo, your blood pressure had returned to safe levels. With the new medications Donnie was feeding you through your IV, it was expected you would wake up in only a few days. But there were…. complications.

It began as a small rash at the spot of the IV, rough dry skin turning into green scales. After 3 days, small hints of animalistic qualities started to morph your body in strange ways. Your fever only got worse with the changes. But along with the destabilized mutations, your body began to heal the overwhelming damage at amazing speeds. Your blackened bruises changed to green, then yellow, and slowly started to fade, your broken bones were set and mending, and your pallid complexion slowly started to improve.

Donatello was closely monitoring your body as you healed, but he was also amazed at documenting the changes. Your mutation fluctuated and changed the structure of your muscles, improved bone strength, and appeared to enhance your senses. Changes that before were fleeting and temporary. Any fleeting changes to appearance came and went in waves as your body fought over whether you were more human or mutant.

Leonardo sat by your bedside just as he had during the blood transfusion. But you remained motionless in a deep sleep. By now your body was almost completely healed. So why hadn’t you woken up?

Leo held your hand and stroked your wrist with his thumb. Your hand was so small in his.

Mikey was sitting at the foot of your bed playing on his Switch, picking weeds in your Animal Crossing save file so when you woke up it wouldn’t be a mess.

April had been helping to make sure the boys and Master Splinter were all still eating well without you to cook meals for them. She had been by the lair earlier that day to deliver boxes of chinese stir fry and Mikey’s favorite orange chicken.

Some rustling could be heard from the kitchen as empty paper take out boxes were thrown in the trash, and Raph soon entered the room.

“How are they doin’?” Raph had worked the past week with Casey as a team to covertly uncover the Foot agent in the NYPD, and discovered some other officers selling their information to the gang under the table. Casey was given a promotion by the commissioner, and the rest of the uncorrupt police department came together to buy Raphael his own motorcycle as a thank-you present.

“Fever hasn’t gone down. No changes yet. Their vitals are still stable and the scales appear to be discoloring.” Donatello updated from his chair he had practically lived in since they returned with you.

Mikey had spent days with his eyes glued to the spot on your arm. As the green started to fade to match your skin tone and flake off he seemed to become more relaxed.

“Do you think they’re going to end up like us?” Mikey said solemnly.

Leo half smiled at his little brother. “It’s possible… and if they do, we’ll be here for them.”

Mikey hummed in response.

“Shouldn’t we be like, talking to them to pull them out of the coma?”

“This isn’t one of those cheesy hospital soap operas you watch with Master Splinter, Mikey.” Raph gruffed. He took up his usual seat by the door, picking up his whittling knife and resumed his project of shaping the wood block into a dainty flower.

“Well, technically research shows that speaking with a coma patient can stimulate brain activity and draw them into consciousness. So it’s worth a shot.” Donnie shrugged and returned his attention to his computer station. He had rigged up 3 open laptops that he used to monitor your vitals next to police radio chatter and the updates on Stockman and Bebop and Rocksteady’s whereabouts.

After all, they still had a score to settle.

“Hey (y/n)…” Leo started. “We’d really like it if you’d wake up now… It’s too quiet around here without you.”

“Yeah! It’s not the same without you.” Mikey folded his arms on your bed and rested his chin. “You still haven’t taught me how to make your lasagna! And I need your help to beat my game!”

“You need to wake up so you can eat something! It’s not good for your body to be stagnant this long. Usually you’re the one bugging me about my health… And… I miss the way you make coffee. It just tastes better when you make it.”

Raph paused in his whittling and looked at you for a long moment, seemingly looking for any sign of movement. His brothers were all looking at him expectantly. He looked away and blushed.

“...You know you don’t gotta do nothin’… to have our attention, I mean. We just want you back safe and sound. Wake up soon shortstack, don’t keep us waitin’.”

An alert sounded on Donnie’s computer, drawing the boys’ attention.

Donatello fumbled around to grab his keyboard and started typing into the console to pull up the news Casey was forwarding them.

“It’s Stockman. It looks like he’s made more mutants.”

“More mutants?! I thought he used up all of (y/n’s) mutagen on himself!” Leo exclaimed. He walked over to stand behind Donatello and peer over his shoulder.

“There’s a possibility that the puddle left behind in the lab was just enough to use on some small animals, but not enough for a human. The police report reads that 4 frog-like mutants have appeared trying to rob a bank. Luckily the police didn’t mistake them for us.” Donnie rubbed a hand down his face and straightened up.

“Yooooo, frog mutants? You think they might be friendly?” Mikey suddenly looked excited.

“What are we gonna do about (y/n)? We can’t just leave them behind. They’re still sick.” Raph folded his arms looking worried.

“Leave (y/n) in mine and April’s care. She is due to arrive soon, is she not?” Master Splinter entered the room. He stroked his beard thoughtfully. “We can care for them in your place until you boys return.”

Donatello looked nervous as he fussed with his hands. He looked between Splinter and your resting form, and the location flashing on his computer.

“Will you be able to monitor their temperature okay? I can stay behind if-“

Leo placed a hand on Donnie’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, dad’s got this. If anything happens he can give us a call.” Leo reasoned with him.

Donnie still looked unsure but he nodded anyway.

Mikey whooped in excitement and headed for the lair’s exit, followed by Leo.

Raph approached Donnie, his gaze trailing back to the med bay door. “....Any sign of Bebop and Rocksteady?” He asked in a low voice.

Donnie shared the dark look in Raph’s eyes and double checked the report on his wrist.

“Not yet. But with Stockman involved, they shouldn’t be far behind.”

“They better be.”

Donnie grabbed his staff and him and Raphel jogged to catch up to Leo and Mikey. Master Splinter watched the retreating form of his sons from the door, his eyes traveled over to the blinking red light on the screen as the police chatter continued over the radio. The words “armed” and “dangerous” followed the descriptions of the kung-fu wielding amphibians, making the old rat sigh.

He prayed for their safety, and that you would be well and waiting for them upon their return.

Attila the Frog, Genghis Frog, Napoleon Bonafrog, and Rasputin the Mad Frog turned out to be a group of mild-mannered mutants. They were well meaning and naively followed Stockman’s orders thinking that the turtles were the bad guys. With Mikey’s help, they quickly discovered that the amphibians had no intention of helping Stockman take over New York. With some persuasion, Casey agreed to help arrange for the frog mutants to leave New York, and move down to the Florida Everglades away from the city.

But their fight was not yet over.

The Punk Frogs, as they called themselves, had offered their assistance in taking down Bebop and Rocksteady. They knew of the location where Stockman and the two henchmen were hiding, and led them to an abandoned sewage plant at the edge of the city.

There, with the help of the frog mutants, they were able to defeat the mutated Stockman. And no doubt, Bebop and Rocksteady appeared. With the help of the amphibious mutants, the 8 of them managed to subdue the tough duo. The four brothers tried to take it a step farther and beat the living shell out of Stockman and the two, but the peace-loving Punk frogs stepped in and convinced them to rethink their actions and let go of their pent up rage.

That didn’t mean they had to like it.

With Stockman, Bebop, and Rocksteady safely behind bars, they returned home feeling dejected. No matter what they did to Stockman, Bebop, and Rocksteady, it wasn’t going to make you wake up.

The four trudged in through the entrance of the lair, and were met by April running up to them from the med bay.

“It’s (y/n)-!” There was no time to explain as the boys immediately rushed past her and burst through the doors. They were met with the sight of Splinter by your side, holding your hand with a relieved smile on his face as he chatted with you, sitting up in bed.

The turtles held their breath as your vibrant eyes turned to them, and your face lit up with a smile and welcomed them home. Mikey broke down blubbering in tears and the boys all rushed to you. Embracing you in a crowded desperate hug proclaiming how much they missed you. Even Raph shed a few tears of relief.

Since then, they boys only left you alone to bathe and use the toilet without their constant supervision. Strangely enough it became a routine around the lair, the brothers taking turns spending time with you. You could almost call it suffocating, if you didn’t love spending time with them as much as you did. You knew they needed your attention after the scare you gave them being unconscious for so long.

This was just their way of showing you how much they missed you.

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Donnie had abducted you to give you a detailed health check up, as usual, making sure everything was healing right and to test your now permanent mutant reflexes.

“How would you say you’re adjusting to the change in strength and reaction time?”

”Good! I haven’t broken anything since Tuesday!” You said proudly.

”…That was only 2 days ago.”

“So…. I haven’t broken anything in two whole days!”

Donnie pinched the bridge of his snoot under his glasses and sighed. Ever the optimist.

Later you joined him at his computer station while he ran simulations on a new program. You parallel played on a free computer until you got bored with what you were doing, and wormed your way into his lap.

You nuzzled your nose under Donnie’s chin. He chuckled at the ticklish sensation before looking down at you and giving you a quick kiss on the head.

“You are not helping my productivity.”

“No, but you could say this is a different kind of productive.”

“And what kind is that?”

“Taking a break.” You smiled at him.

He sighed.

“Okay, you win.” He clicked away from his programming project and changed the window to a website you were streaming Cowboy Bebop from. Donnie hit play on your current episode and snaked his arms around your waist before relaxing back in his chair.

You were beaming, delighted you had won in convincing the overworked turtle to take a break, and relaxed against his chest.

He switched from drinking coffee to water (which he only did on your regulated ‘breaks’), and turned the brightness down on his screen to give his eyes a break.

After 2 episodes, Leo passed by. He paused behind Donnie’s chair for a moment before exiting to the kitchen. A few minutes later he passed by again and loitered around by the computers, pretending to look busy checking the local news reports running on one of the screens.

Donnie groaned and you chuckled.

“I think it’s Leo’s turn to borrow you.” Donnie bemused before releasing you to stand up from your spot on his lap.

Leo perked up and smiled at you, looking a bit bashful at being caught and muttered a quick apology to Donnie for stealing you away. Then he scooped you up and carried you in the direction of the dojo.

“How is your physical therapy going?” He asked casually.

“Good! My shoulder is all better, and I can do sit-ups without any pain now. Though once I get these casts off I can really test my new strength.” You said kicking your leg out emphasizing the cast.

Leo chuckled. He set you down in the dojo where he had prepared a pot of tea for the two of you to share, steam still wafting off the lid.

You sat down on the pillow across the table from him, and began your afternoon chat. He talked about his recent training, what they saw on patrol the night before. And you talked about your life from before. Before you were kidnapped. Before you worked for Stockman. About your life in Japan, where you had been, where else you had traveled to. Leo hung on your every word as you described the different cultures and vibrant cities beyond the glow of New York City. He loved listening to you talk.

“You’ve been to Brazil before, right? What was it like?” You were beaming.

Leo blushed as he straightened up, realizing he was leaning across the table as he listened to you. He fake coughed into his fist to clear his head and center himself again.

“Well, we didn’t exactly get to go sightseeing or anything- but we did get to hike through the Amazon rainforest! There were… a lot of bugs.” He said sheepishly, trying to think of a better way to describe it.

“How big were the bugs? Did you see any snakes?!” Even though Leonardo couldn’t describe things as colorfully as you did, you still ate up everything he said with equal enthusiasm.

Leo’s expression softened. This is why he enjoyed chatting with you so much. His brothers often called him ‘boring’ but you had a way of making him feel unique and interesting. Your change in perspective always kept him guessing and brought new life to things that to him were old and tired.

“Well, actually Mikey thought he had tripped over a tree root, but it was actually an anaconda! He screamed so loud it drew the attention of a nearby research team and we had to hide in the trees when they came to investigate. They thought it was the shriek of some new species of monkey-“

You laughed along with Leo as he continued his story. Your chat lasted well over 2 hours, and eventually Master Splinter came by to remind him that he needed to complete his meditation before nightfall. Leo was a little bashful when he realized how late it was getting.

“Would you like to join me in meditation for a while?”

“Of course!” Leo lended you a hand and pulled you to your feet, then led you over to the tatami mats covering the dojo floor. He took up his usual spot cross legged on the mats, and before he could protest you sat right in his lap.

Leo rested his chin on the crown of your head and mumbled, “Do you think you can concentrate like this?”

You adjusted to sit comfortably with your back straight so you weren’t leaning your weight against Leo’s plastron. “Yup!” You answered comfortably. You closed your eyes and rested your hands in your lap.

Leo chuckled and straightened his posture, rested his hands on his knees, and closed his eyes. Master Splinter passed by and smiled at the antics, shaking his head at the bold youth.

No more than 20 minutes had passed when the sound of Mikey’s rocket board starting up sounded across the lair. Everyone out in the common space ran for cover, and soon the hoots and hollers of the orange ninja echoed down the tunnels.

Leo groaned as he tried to remain focused, while you cracked open a curious eye.

“Woooo hoooo! Surf’s up dudes!” Mikey circled the living room a few times before Donnie got fed up ducking and bumped the bottom of his board with his bo staff as he passed. Mikey flailed his arms correcting his weight and ended up flying into the dojo.

“Incoming!” Mikey hollered as you and Leo easily ducked as his board passed by overhead, undisturbed.

Mikey collided with the weapons rack and caused a loud clatter as the contents crashed to the floor.

“Duuuude…” Mikey was left laying on his shell slightly teetering from side to side. He tilted his head back and looked over to you and Leo, and scrambled to his feet.

“(Y/n)! Did you see me? I totally landed that heel flip! Well- before I crashed. Do you wanna go play Street Fighter with me?” He rambled sliding onto the floor in front of you, posing dramatically on his side.

“Mikey…” Leo started, his tone threatening as he continued to keep his eyes shut. You giggled.

“Okay! Okay! Buuut hear me out! I just unlocked this new character and-”

Leo sighed long and loud. That was your cue to take Mikey and get outta there.

You got up and pecked Leo’s cheek, which immediately extinguished any frustration he was feeling and melted his face into a grin.

“Thanks Leo! Come on Mikey, let's go play games.” You let the orange turtle excitedly tackle your midsection, carrying you over his shoulder and rushing you both out of the dojo leaving the mess behind.

“So Donnie unlocked this new character for me using some cheat codes and he has some sick combos I wanna show you!” He rambled as he flopped you down onto the big couch and started setting up his controllers.

He came back over around the coffee table and handed you your controller before sliding into the seat next to you.

“No going easy on me, okay? I think I finally have the buttons down!” You warned as you prepared yourself to focus on the TV.

Mikey smiled brightly, and selected the new character. His inexperience with the character was his secret handicap.

“You’re on!” He started the match and when the game announced ‘Fight!’, the sound of button mashing echoed throughout the high ceilings.

You fought a few rounds. You hadn’t won any yet but you were starting to come close. Right before Mikey’s character could lock you in a hit combo you nudged him in his side, making him fumbled his buttons. He squawked in protest and leaned into you, trying to push away your controller as you giggled. Some more button mashing and a few well timed strikes later, you managed to defeat Mikey’s fighter.

“Noooooooo!” Mikey lamented as you cheered. He dramatically laid his weight on top of you, smushing you against the couch cushions as you squealed and tried to push him off of you with your good arm. Even with mutant strength it didn��t do you much good.

“Ey (y/n), what’s for dinner?” Raph called over from the kitchen. He was drinking his post workout shake by the fridge, fresh out of the shower.

Mikey and you both quickly sat up on the couch and looked at each other in excitement.

“Pasta and meatballs or raviolis?” You asked Mikey.

“MEATBALLS!!!!” Mikey jumped up onto the couch and cheered.

You laughed at his antics until he suddenly swooped in and grabbed you from underneath your arms and lifted you up, making you squeak in surprise.

“To the kitchen!” He announced to the lair, posing dramatically with you tucked under his arm.

Mikey leapt from the back of the couch, and jogged to the kitchen. He then set you down next to the fridge and opened it.

“Let’s see. We got ground beef, carrots, tomato sauce, ….what else do we need?” Mikey said as he pulled out the ingredients from the fridge.

“Bread crumbs, parmesan, and I’ll add some zucchini for some extra vegetables.” You listed off, pulling out the seasonings you would need from the spice cabinet. When you tried to reach the mixing bowl on a high shelf, Mikey’s plastron pressed against your back as he reached up behind you to grab it.

“Thanks Mikey!” You grinned as he handed it to you.

“No problem babe!”

Mikey gave you a mischievous grin over your shoulder and snuck his hands around your waist. You got a bad feeling and set down what you were holding before Mikey suddenly hoisted you up.

“MIKEY!!!” You hollered as you were spun around the kitchen.

Donnie took notice from where he was relaxing in his computer chair and flipped open his phone to connect his music to the bluetooth speaker. The song “When It Feels Right” by Chase White started playing on the speaker as Mikey obnoxiously mouthed the words. You squealed and started to giggle at the antics. He twirled you around and led you to dance into the lounge. The rest of the boys started to emerge from their corners of the lair, drawn out by the music.

Leo stepped up to politely tap Mikey on the shoulder, and the orange turtle let his older brother cut in. Leonardo let you stand on his feet as he led you confidently in a little waltz around the room.

Next, Donnie swooped in and stole you away. Since he was so tall he held up your legs for you to sit on his forearm while you looked down at him. Donatello held your hand in his as he spun with you romantically in a dizzying dance.

Raph came in last to snatch you away, grabbing your waist to pull you away from Donnie. He didn’t care so much for dancing, so he let you lead. You held his hands, and giggled as you rocked and stepped side to side. He smiled, and when he felt confident, Raphael lifted your hand and gave you a little spin.

When the song finally came to an end, the dream-like state didn’t cease. The music was turned down a little quieter, and all the boys came to sit around the kitchen table as you and Mikey worked together to prepare dinner. The lively conversation floating in the air drew out Master Splinter who joined his sons at the table. You held out the wooden spoon to give Mikey a taste of the sauce, who gave his approval. And dinner was served.

Spaghetti and meatballs.

And a new happy family.

The End :]

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katanablue · 5 months ago

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YOOO! I love the burlesque thing you did! Is there a way you can do a Bayverse version of that ask?

IS THERE A WAY— OF COURSE THERE IS A WAY

He is sitting stick straight, hands on his thighs as he watches you perform for him. Subconsciously licks his lips when you do something he really likes. Tease him! Take his katana and dance with it or even play with the ends of his mask. He is PUTTY!! JELLO!! MUSH!!!

Can’t lie, I’m giggling to myself thinking of him muttering praises under his breath as he watches you. He’s got that fucking toothpick in his mouth to distract him from the fact that he just wants to mark you up because you look w/o good. Probably asks you to do a few moves like twirl (slowly).

Baby!!! He sets up a whole scene for you; candles, incense, water, some easy to eat snacks. He makes it into a PROPER viewing. Gives you all his attention. Also like Raph, will mutter praises under his breath but they’re not as vulgar as his brothers.

Cheering, whooping, hollering, commenting on how hot you look and that he’s so proud to call you his partner. Takes a few videos and photos, PROBABLY even makes one his wallpaper. He loves loves loves when you dance for him, especially bc he knows he can never actually see you on your stage.

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #tmnt bayverse #bayverse leonardo x reader #leonardo x reader #bayverse raphael x reader #raphael x reader #bayverse donatello x reader #donatello x reader #bayverse michelangelo x reader #michelangelo x reader #my writings #APOLOGIES THAT ITS SHORT MY ANGEL

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 4 days ago

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Hi! How are you? I hope that everything is fine! I was just thinking about some bayverse headcanons (+18)! What do u think about that? Because to be honest i need them 🤭 And btw i love your style of writing! Anyway i hope you are doing okey! Have a nice day! 🩷

Random Headcanons (18+)

Bayverse!Michelangelo x reader

A/N: Hehehe, I’ve been planning on making some 18+ headcanons for the Bayverse boys, but wanted to focus on the more untouched areas of my masterlist first. But since you asked so nicely, heheheh, I’ll give you one with Mikey🧡 And I’m good, thank you so much for asking, and I wish you too a nice day🧡

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Lewd talk?, dirty talk?, mentioning of experimental sex.

Mr. Blunt and joyful right here. Mikey can be very blunt at times. If someone else found them in your position, they might have found his expression and comments quite a bit lewd and crude. How could he say such things to his girlfriend, and then within earshot of his own family? Well, you knew why, and therefore you didn’t find it as crude or lewd. Mikey never meant to be hurtful, he only tried to be funny, relying much on shock humor at times. He could come up and hug you from behind, swaying you side by side in a very loving manner, your head falling back and resting against his chest, smiling as he placed a kiss on your cheek, before resting his cheek against yours. And then; “How about you drop your pants and bend over, beautiful?” That had you roaring out in laughter. Though you would drop your pants and bend over a few moments later.

Mikey is not the type to let his sex life get stuck in a routine. In his opinion, a predictive sex life is as good as a dead one. He found new positions and dynamics very exciting, and it was often the excitement that he found very arousing. Couple that with a beautiful partner like you, who Mikey loved dearly, and you suddenly have wild and exciting love making. Sex between you and Mikey never felt boring. There was always something new to switch things up, and that excitement always did much, both for your and Mikey’s pleasure, but also several bonding experiences, bringing you closer and closer to each other.

It didn’t take much to get Mikey in the mood however. That just made it much easier for you when you were in the mood, having to do little to nothing to get your boyfriend in the same kind of mood. However, the most effective way to do this was to use Mikey’s own tactics against him. It didn’t come natural to you in the beginning, but as you and Mikey’s relationship progressed it became much easier. Soon it wasn’t strange for you to walk up behind Mikey while he was sitting in the couch, wrapping your arms around him, feeling him relax against you, like you would with him, before you would bring you lips down to where his ear would have been, whispering the words; “How about you drop your pants and give me something to ride on?”

If you were the only ones in the lair, Mikey would drop his pants on the spot. If anybody else was around, you would have to quickly remind him as he started fiddling with his fly, before going somewhere more private with Mikey hot on your heels.

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milykins · 1 month ago

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Hello my dear! ✨️

I was curious if you might be able to write a little something fun/fluffy with Mikey for this prompt:

"Sorry, you're just my type."

I'd love to see what you could come up with for this. Thank you!

🫂💖

Finally ready to post! I hope this doesn't disappoint. I had fun putting my own nerdy spin on this ask and putting it in my AU where they already live among humans just worked really well for this prompt. Thank you for it!

TW: None, set in an AU where they live in the city and have jobs/own businesses. Aged up, adult turtles

Special thanks to @sophiacloud28 for beta reading!

Just My Type

Mikey was kind of a big deal. He was the first of his brothers to go ‘public’ once they had made the decision to reveal themselves. Predictably, Leo had advised him to go about it carefully. Raph followed suit, and Donnie especially. Both were planning to take careful baby steps and advised Mikey to do the same.

Funny that they expected him to listen, did they even know him? Unsurprisingly, he went hard, very much putting himself out there. To him, the choice was easy. If they were to live among the humans, he needed to show them that they meant no harm. The incident at the police station was a painful reminder of how bad things could go and he was willing to do whatever it took to prevent that. Mikey was steadfastly dedicated to shifting humanity’s perspective from ‘monsters’ to ‘heroes’.

To his delight, the expressed reception was largely positive. He was very pleased that his efforts had paid off. Perhaps a little too well. Mikey ended up with a huge fanbase in a matter of months. His popularity exploded across social media and he even appeared on a few talk shows.

Opening his comic book store was huge. People camped outside with lineups around the block for the grand opening. The rush of customers and fans was so intense that Mikey actually had to call his brothers in for assistance. Raph had been more than happy to act as a bouncer for his little brother.

He was quickly becoming very familiar with the term ‘be careful what you wish for’. Our hero in orange was there. The constant fans demanding pictures, autographs, even trying to steal his mask… (he’d lost four so far) had been grating on him a little. He’d been wondering if his brothers were right in telling him he should’ve approached humanity more carefully. Leo certainly had no problem pointing it out. ‘You asked for this, Mikey. What did you expect?’

He couldn’t say. He’d just wanted what they all wanted. Acceptance. Now, it looked like he’d bitten of more than he could chew.

Then you came along.

He’d been watching the day you nervously approached the door. Carefully, you placed your hand on the door handle before abruptly drawing it back like it had been burned. Turning on your heel you left fast, caught up in your own mortification. Stifling a soft chuckle, Mikey went back to his work.

You proceeded to do this twice more over the coming days much to his growing amusement. He couldn’t help but be intrigued and was patiently waiting for the day you summoned enough courage to actually enter the store.

Obviously, you were a huge fan. He was flattered of course but he could tell something was different about you. Typically, his fans had no fear in approaching him and most had even less shame in throwing themselves at him. He found your hesitancy and careful approach to be endearing and a refreshing change.

His heart soared the day you finally summoned your courage and asked to be a part of his weekly one-shot D&D afternoon gaming sessions. Of course it was a resounding yes from him. He was perhaps a bit too enthusiastic as he was more than happy to include you.

It was a wonderful thing to see you blossom during the session. To see your confidence grow as you slowly came out of your own proverbial shell. You’d played before, he could tell. The adorable accent you put on as you fell into the role of playing your character nearly dropped him on the back of his shell. It was so cute. He delighted in the fact that you did not need much help in calculating your rolls either. He was really trying to tamp it down but he was already smitten. Soft, sweet, pretty and shy, but hiding this confident player underneath. You were just his type.

As the session came to a close, he felt a surge of pride upon being thanked by you. A wholly grateful smile on your face. Humbly accepting the praise, he secretly hoped this wasn’t the last he’d see of you. To his relief you shyly approached him after the game, not to ask for a picture or an autograph but to ask if he knew of any D&D groups accepting new members. Hope bloomed within him as he explained that actually there was one. His heart fluttered in his chest as he watched the excitement in your eyes grow. It was a done deal. You were invited to join his very exclusive, only reserved for family and close friends… D&D group.

Those sessions were the most enjoyable he’d ever had the pleasure of dming. Seeing you attend his games became the highlight of his week. You and he soon struck up a solid friendship and for once in his life, Mikey was trying his hardest not to come on too strong. He didn’t want to screw this up by any means. He wanted you to call the shots and was secretly hoping that you liked him as much as he liked you.

Oh, he was in deep. He began noticing the subtle nuances in your behaviour, little things unique only to you. How your cheeks flushed pink when something embarrassing happened or when he’d teased you in-game. Your expression of pure satisfaction and excitement as you rolled a perfect nat20 and your contradictory one of utter disappointment and dramatic woe when you rolled a nat1. He found himself craving these moments, just to see how you’ll react. Truthfully, he’d fudged at least one roll just so you’d have a success instead of a failure. He needed to see the look of pure joy on your face. He wanted to be the cause of that joy.

One day, he couldn’t help it. He had to ask you out. Saying he was nervous was an understatement. You’d think having such a huge fanbase would’ve prepared him for this but alas no. He was still a shy, stuttering mess when he’d quietly suggested dinner and a walk after.

At your soft, surprised yes, he nearly cheered with an overly enthusiastic fist pump. Instead, he tugged you in for a tentative hug and quietly told you how happy that would make him. He had to really hold back from kissing you as your faces grew close. Shyly, you pulled away first to tell him you’ll see him there. He watched you turn with a small wave and a tiny excited smile. You were so adorable it hurt.

The date itself seemed to be a success. He wanted you to be wined and dined, wanted you to feel special, like a princess. He tried to be an absolute gentleman while putting his best romantic foot forward. To his delight, you seemed to be having a wonderful time. If your wide smiles and soft bouts of laughter were any indication. By the time he was carefully holding your hand while walking with you through Central Park he’d thought he'd made it. Reading your body language and how you had glanced up to his face a few times while your cheeks flushed so prettily. He took the cue and leaned in for that once-in-a-lifetime first kiss. It was going to be perfect.

It was… until you pulled away at the last second. Mikey felt as though his heart had dropped into his stomach. Concern laced his features as he searched your face to find out where he’d gone wrong. Then you started talking, your voice stuttering and unsure.

“I’m sorry… I just… I didn’t think you really liked me like that…”

His heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. “You… you don’t feel the same way… do you?” There was no hiding his disappointment this time. He watched your eyes widen as you struggled to pick your next words carefully.

Your tone changes then as you shake your head and then nod, stammering a bit. “Wait, wait, wait! No, I do! I do like you, Mikey… I just didn’t think you’d go for me, I’m nothing special… not like those fangirls of yours. Aren’t they more your type?”

This was the answer he’d least been expecting to hear. He’d been sure you were going to let him down easy… that your heart belonged to another… more human guy. Not a mutated turtle guy.

“Not my… you think that they…” His mind was absolutely blown. This gorgeous, sweet woman thought that she wasn’t good enough for him? That was it, he was in love.

“Sweetheart… sorry to disappoint you, you’re just my type. Exactly my type. You’re the only woman I want to be with. The one that knows the real me.” He gave you a truthful and tender smile as he carefully tucked an errant curl behind your ear.

This time, when he moved in for that kiss, there was no hesitation on your part. He wanted you to feel the joy and tenderness he poured into it, right down to your toes.

A tightening of your grip and a deepening of the kiss was all he needed to know that you did feel it. He’d found what most people had been searching for their entire lives. A deep connection you both shared in the depths of your souls. To heck with ‘types’ he just wanted you.

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the-cauldron-witch · 2 months ago

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Sincerity

Silly fic with a silly prompt; Shy reader with a nervous stutter is never sure Mikey truly means it when he flirts with her, so he figures out a way to prove his sincerity.

Special shout out to @sophiacloud28 for double checking my work!

Laughter, friends, food, and alcohol. That was the night’s theme as you danced in the busy nightclub with your group of friends, more than grateful to April for inviting you out tonight. For a good two or three- possibly four- weeks you had done nothing but work, sleep, and eat when you had a chance in between. You would more than likely be working well into the night right now, had April not instead convinced you to come out for drinking and dancing.

“You want another drink?” April questioned over the rhythmic thumping of the music while twisting and stepping her way through the crowd, wrapping an arm around your shoulders playfully once she reached you.

“Nah, I think I’m good!” You politely declined, having finished off your third mixed drink a few moments ago. While yes, tomorrow was your scheduled day off as forced by your boss, you didn’t intend on spending it nursing a hangover while praying to the porcelain Gods. The alcohol already in your system was working wonders, the warm glow loosening up your muscles enough to dance and sway to the beat. Unwinding her arm from your shoulder, April followed your rhythm and danced alongside you.

“I wasn’t really the one asking!” April informed as she pointed behind you. Turning your back to April you looked at the large gyrating crowd, the bright orange of Mikey’s mask catching your eye as he danced his way over to you and April. Three shots of amber liquid held in his tridactyl hands- two in one hand and one in the other- Mikey’s smile beamed brigther once he was close enough to speak at a relatively normal volume.

“Heeey, look at you two gorgeous thangs!” He greeted you with a grin that always managed to turn you into a blushing mess, no matter how often you saw it. Mikey’s bright blue eyes didn’t waver from you as he spoke and for a moment you thought that maybe, just maybe, that statement was mainly meant for you. Holding out the two shots in his tridactyl hand, Mikey offered the two drinks for you and April to take.

“Well…alright, jus’ this last one, I’m a lil’ tipsy already” Your tongue trips over your teeth as you spoke, deciding that maybe one more drink wouldn’t give you that terrible of a hangover tomorrow. Smirking knowingly but not commenting, April snagged one of the shot glasses and you eagerly took the other. Fingers grazing ever so slightly sent a wave of fire up your arm and to your cheeks, grateful that you were drinking and could simply blame the alcohol for the heat spreading across your face.

“Don’t you worry about a thing, Angelcakes! I’ll make sure that beautiful face of yours gets home,” He winked down at you and left you tongue tied, unable to form another sentence.

Angelcakes, gorgeous, beautiful, and so many more pet names that always had a way of slightly melting your heart. Mikey had no problem peppering you with these affectionate pet names and compliments, but these weren’t exclusively towards you. The countless times you had witnessed Mikey calling April the same ‘Angelcakes’ or compliment the cute red-head bar tender he goes to specifically because she is easiest to make smile. Which…made it hard for you to believe his pet names held meaning or the compliments were genuine. Holding his glass out to cheers, April and you met him in the middle.

Clink!

Downing the alcohol, you quickly found out by the flavor and burn that the drink was Mikey’s favorite bourbon Jameson. Shuddering as the warmth settled into your veins, you caught yourself staring at Mikey in awkward silence for a minute longer than usual thanks to the alcohols effect. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as a cover to tear your gaze away from him, you cleared your throat and quickly spoke.

“I-I need to get some water, excuse me” As awkwardly but politely as you could you excused yourself to the bar, leaving April and Mikey standing together on the dance floor. Shoulders sagging with a sigh, Mikey watched as you scampered away to the counter with that adorable blush spread across your cheeks. He loved the way you always played with your hair when you got nervous, such a cute tick. Following April off the dance floor to a less crowded area with tall pub tables, Mikey couldn’t take his eyes off you as he leaned onto the black surface.

“What am I doin’ wrong, April?” He questioned without turning to her, eyes trained to your back as you ordered an ice water from the bar tender. Side eyeing him sympathetically, April propped an elbow on the table and leaned into it while looking up at him.

“She doesn’t think you’re being sincere when you flirt with her like that,” April confided, a small smile turning the corners of her lips. Ever the confidante, you had already spoken to April about your feelings for the youngest ninja turtle and how you felt that because he said such things to other woman often, there was no way he actually meant it towards you. The fact stung a little, but it didn’t deter Mikey.

“What? Of course I’m being sincere! I think she’s absolutely adorable and gorgeous-” Mikey would have gone on and one had April not reached her hand outwards with her index finger extended in a gesture to stop him.

“Yes, but you also say that to just about every woman you meet. Hell, you’ve called the bar tender your signature ‘Angelcakes’ every time you’ve made eye contact with her since you got here,” April stated, tapping her nail against the table with emphasis. “She isn’t sure you’re being sincere towards her because you say it to everyone.”

“How do I show her I’m sincere though? I really do mean it when I say those things, honest…” Mikey questioned, his eyes returning to your back as you continued to sit on the bar stool. Watching Mikey watch you with a smirk on her face, April paused and wondered how exactly to word her next sentence. In truth, April did believe Mikey when he said that he genuinely thought you were beautiful, gorgeous, adorable, and any other word he could possibly think of in his current inebriated state. But you were looking for something more, something that hadn’t been said or maybe mentioned, just to be sure of his sincerity towards you was there.

“That’s…hard to say, Mike. Saying and doing something sincere isn’t exactly planned, it has to be organic.” Shrugging her shoulders unsurely, April couldn’t figure out how else to answer his question. A quiet nod in silence was all Mikey gave, his bright orange bandana reflecting the many strobe lights bouncing around. While watching you from afar, he couldn’t help but note how your feet fidgeted beneath the bar stool. The heels you wore were rather tall, not something you normally wore he quietly noted.

Slumped over the bar silently and staring down at the slowly emptying glass of water you sipped at with a thin black straw, you silently admonished yourself for fleeing from Mikey yet again. Stupid, you felt so stupid for being such a clumsy idiot around him again. Every time you’re around him you turn into a stuttering and fumbling mess and that’s without drinking! Now you were three blueberry-lemonade mixed drinks, plus one bourbon shot deep, you were completely unable to control the way your cheeks blushed both from the heat of the alcohol and the way Mikey’s presence made you feel a storm of emotions. Taking another long, slow sip of cold water to soothe your nerves again, you debate on whether you should head home as the ache in your feet begins to pulse.

The heels you chose to wear tonight were brand new, ones you had bought on a total whim while walking by a shop that had a window sale. The heels are taller than usual, a shade of black that matches almost every outfit you own, on top of being well within your price range, there was no way you were leaving without them. You chose tonight to wear them to catch Mikey’s eye in hopes of a compliment of some sort, but he gave you the typical ‘Lookin’ fine, Angelcakes!’ as you climbed out of your car. You didn’t let it bother you though, tonight was about fun, and you’re having plenty of it. Exhaustion from working so hard these past few weeks and dancing with your friends began to catch up to you, starting with your feet.

“Hey,” Mikey greeted you as he strolled over as casually as he could force himself, trying to not act as though he had been watching you this entire time. “You doin’ alright?”

“Oh, yeah! J-Jus’ a lil’ drunk. Needed to hydrate myself.” Sheepishly smiling up at him, your fingers couldn’t help but fidget with the straw in your glass, the ice inside clinking and rattling giving you something to focus on…other than the way his smile always reached his eyes, somehow making them shine just right. “I um…I was thinkin’ about headin’ home soon, actually. I am exhausted,”

“I’ll walk you home whenever you’re ready,” Mikey offered, tilting his head down to watch your aching feet attempt to relieve the pressure by slipping your shoe halfway off. He looked back up to you, sympathy softening his features, “I meant what I said about getting that beautiful face of yours home safely. Don’t want you runnin’ into something scarier than a mutant turtle,”

“O-oh, are you sure? You don’t have to i-if you don’t want to, I could get an uber.” You couldn’t help but sound a little startled at the offer, not because you didn’t want to be alone with him but because you’re afraid how you would act while alone with him. The thought of humiliating yourself by saying something silly or embarrassing yourself by stuttering even more terrified you, but on the same hand the thought of having Mikey alone delighted you. It was an opportunity you two didn’t often have.

“Of course, take your time if you’re not ready though! Keep having fun, finish your water, no rush. I just want to make sure you get some safe, honey.” A reassuring hand pressed against the small of your back sending fire up your spine. He didn’t let his hand linger, although he desperately wanted to, pulling his hand away and taking to leaning against the bar. The nickname ‘honey’ rang loud and clear in your ears. Did he call you that on purpose, or was it a slip? That was a question you had to find an answer to.

Looking down at the ice you had been stirring for a moment, there was maybe a sip of water left at best. The thought of ordering something small to eat from behind the bar had crossed your mind, but now that Mikey had genuinely offered to walk you home the frozen pizza buried in your freezer sounded better now. Maybe, if you invited him for pizza, it’d give him an opportunity to call you ‘honey’ again if it wasn’t a slip.

“Yeah, just um…let me say goodbye to your brothers, Casey, and April real fast?” Draining the last sip of water as you stood up was probably a good idea, silencing the hiss that would have left your clenched teeth as the back of your heels dug into your Achilles heel. The raw sting of open blisters was slightly uncomfortable, but the alcohol thankfully made it tolerable. That was the price of looking cute, you supposed.

“Of course! Whenever you are ready”

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The night air was chilly as you and Mikey stepped out of the club, leaving your friends April, Casey, and Mikey’s three older brothers at the club. Hugging your arms together and slightly regretting not grabbing a jacket you shivered as the cold night air greeted your skin. Looking back on it, leaving the jacket at home because it didn’t match the outfit was a silly reason. Noticing the goosebumps and hairs raising up and down your arms, Mikey grabbed the knotted sleeves to his Nike hoodie around his waist and untied them. Not giving you the chance to question or even notice, he slid the black hoodie over your head.

“Mikey!” You shouted as your head promptly shoved through the neck opening.

“What? I can’t let you get cold!” Mikey grinned happily and winked. Gratefully, you smiled at the gesture and slipped your arms through the sleeves. Perhaps that ‘honey’ slip was just that, a mistake he caught and promptly corrected. That was fine, at least you got to wear his sweatshirt. The smell of Mikey’s body wash and cologne clung heavy to the sweatshirt with hidden traces of Italian herbs- pizza was a part of this man in every way.

The idle chit-chat between the two of you was surprisingly comfortable, your stutter thankfully subsided for the time and Mikey kept the compliments and jokes flowing. It made the walk to your apartment much easier, the ache and sting in your feet on the other hand was making it increasingly difficult to keep up with Mikey’s wide stride. A hiss here and wince there, you tried to hide the sting in your heels at every step on the asphalt walkway. Unfortunately, you were only a third of the way home when Mikey stopped and turned to you.

“You’re limping, are you okay?” Mikey questioned with concern, watching you wince again as your heel caught a crack in the pavement.

“Mmph! Yeah, sorry. These new heels are just killing my feet,” Pausing a moment to kick a foot up behind you, catching sight of heel to inspect the new stinging sensation blooming on your heels. An open blister stared back, a droplet of fresh blood following the crease of your heel.

“Oh, honey! Why didn’t you say something?” There it was, that nickname again, it caught you so off guard that you almost tipped ass over teakettle. A massive, solid green bicep snaked around your waist before your splayed palms could contact the ground. You blinked and in one movement you were being held against his chest with one arm. “You should have said something!” He cooed.

As gently as he slipped off the first heel Mikey took off the second and held the pair in his one free hand, brows knitted with concern and lip pouting adorably as he studied the small open bleeding blisters on your Achilles heels. Words failed you entirely now, both because he had called you honey again and because of how genuinely and sweetly concerned he was towards you. Swallowing and closing your drying mouth, you studied the scar on his chin while his own attention was on your feet.

“As cute as these heels are, you shouldn’t be hurting yourself to look good” The way his smile reached his eyes, crinkling the edges and reflecting the streetlights as he began to walk at a steady pace, made you feel safe in a way you couldn’t explain.

“Y-you don’t have to carry me!” Your voice was a little louder than you intended, clearing your throat to cover you continued in a lower tone, “I can walk, it’s okay-”

“Absolutely not!” Mikey scoffed in disgust and surprise that you would suggest such a thing, “I live in the sewers, honey, but even I wouldn’t walk barefoot on these sidewalks!”

“You…keep calling me honey,” Even though there was a questionable lilt to your voice, it was a statement. Half expecting him to act embarrassed at being caught, it was a little surprising when he chuckled at your response as though you were stating something as obvious as the sky being blue.

“Is that okay? Do you mind if I call ya ‘honey’?” He questioned with a crooked grin, cocking a ridge where an eyebrow normally would be if he were human. Opening and closing your mouth like a gaping fish as your mind raced to search for what to respond with, a thought occurred to you; had you ever heard Mikey use that nickname on anyone?

“No- I mean yes! I mean…I-I’ve never heard you use that name before, is all. I uh I don’t mind if you call me honey,” Words tumbled out of your mouth as you spoke while nervously tucking a strand of hair behind the shell of your ear.

“Nah, this nickname is only for you, honey!” Mikey beamed down at you brighter than any passing streetlight. The sincerity in his voice sent your heart fluttering and mind to continue racing with a hundred questions and curiosities. Was this his way of asking you out? Was that something you asked, or should you wait and let this continue a little longer?

“Hey…I got a frozen pizza up at my place,” Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the euphoric feeling the new nickname gave you, but you decided to take a shot in the dark your normally shy self never would have. At this point, you needed to know. “Do you maybe want to come up and have a slice with me?”

“If there are two things on this earth that I will never say no to: it’s pizza and more time with you,” Winking down at you with a smug grin, you couldn’t help but break into a fit of nervous giggles. Excitement and anticipation sent your hear racing, as the two of you made it home in the oddly calming silence of New York City.

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redsrooftopprincess · 2 months ago

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SOBBINF I LOVE YOUR DISABILITY HEADCANONS SO MUCH,, MIKEY'S IS A STRAIGHT PUNCH TO THE GUT <33

May I possibly request reader x Mikey where they find out how he copes and helps make him feel more comfortable? Maybe they find him stoned and snuggles are just exactly what he needs at the moment? Possibly even attempting to help him through his unhealthier coping mechanisms? Bonus points if reader has depression as well!

Of course, no rush and you totally don't gotta do this if you don't want!! Headcanons or one-shot would be rad either way, if you are interested in this req!

Your writing is just so real and I love it so much oml. You are doing AMAZING (in general- as a fanfic writer as well I understand the effort that goes into this stuff and maintaining a regular life ontop of it) and thank you for all your hard work!!

I hope this is okay! 😅

Crushed

Warnings: Drugs/Alcohol, Inebriation

"That's what this is, isn't it? A drive by?" he says, standing, and putting his clothes back on.

You're on the couch in the club's green room, after the best sex of your life. The party ended hours ago, and in your E induced haze, you'd taken his hand and dragged him down here.

"What? No! Why would you-?" You swing your legs over the side of the couch and walk over to him a little unsteadily, "Mike, no..." He doesn't look up at you. "I mean... is that what you want it to be?" You ask, hesitantly.

"That's what it is," he says simply.

You swallow and inhale, tears threatening.

He finishes putting on his belt and looks up at you, he tries to ignore the tears in your eyes. Regret, that's all it is, that you ever let him touch you. It didn't matter, it was almost sunrise, "That's what it is," he repeats, "That's always what it is."

You hear it, the bitterness, the acceptance in his voice. He just doesn't have it in him to hide it tonight. It breaks your heart. "Michaelangelo, please..."

"Look, it's almost morning. I gotta get back underground. I'll see you Wednesday," he said, not really sounding like he was looking forward to the next party. He leaves before you can protest further.

He knows what you're going to say. He's a great guy, but he's not exactly normal, you know? He's not exactly someone you can bring home to meet the folks. And he really doesn't need to hear it. He gets it. He does. And he feels like shit would be a lot easier if he didn't. If he didn't know *exactly* how unwanted he is. Only good for a good trip, and a decent fuck, if you're feeling adventurous. He snatches a bottle off the empty bar as he makes his way out into the alley.

It had to be you tonight. He already hadn't been in the best place when the party started, so there was no resistance when you took his hand. On a good day, you could lead him into hell, and he'd follow with a smile on his face. On a night like tonight, he'd thank you. You're friends, but in these circles the line between friend and lover blurs easily. You've slept together a number of times and he always leaves right after. You mean everything to him, so he'd let you do anything to him. Use him however you like. As long as he doesn't have to hear you let him down easy.

You dress quickly. You know what's happening. It keeps happening. He's shutting down. Shutting you out. He assumes you got what you wanted, end of transaction, and honestly the sex was great, it's *always* great, but what you want is him. Not sex. And your not letting him run away. Not this time.

You follow him down into the sewers, and find him sitting against the wall of one of the tunnels, knees curled up to his chest and tears staining the fabric beneath his eyes. You startle him and he tries to get up to face whatever might be attacking him, but stumbles, drunk.

He sits back down once he realizes it's you. Now everything is so much worse. He never wanted you to see him like this. He didn't need you to feel bad for him. You ask him what's wrong and he doesn't want to talk about it. You say that's okay, and move the bottle out of reach, sitting next to him.

You sit together in silence for a few minutes. You're terrified that saying the wrong thing will send him running from you faster.

"Mike-"

"I don't wanna talk about it, okay?" He gets up to leave, taking the bottle with him, and has to catch himself on the wall when he sways.

You sigh and stand, but don't move to follow him, "Why not?"

"Because there's no point."

"Why not?"

"Because you..." He looks at you and his heart clenches, he sighs, "forget it." He stumbles a few steps away and stops with a heavy sigh, "I can pretend all I want, and so can the rest of you, like I'm normal... I'm not," he turns around to look at you, his face a mask of escalating pain and injustice as his fists clench tight, "I'm not. I'm not normal. I'll never be normal..." he shakes his head with a sickening smirk, "It's just a game. Everyone gets dressed up to be freaks for a night and we dance and drink and trip and fuck, and at the end of the night, everyone else gets to stop playing and go home because they can. But I can't take the costume off," he says, grabbing his plastron where it meets his chest, "This isn't fucking make up. I can't even walk around in the FUCKING DAYLIGHT!!!" He roars, hurling the bottle he's holding against the wall of the tunnel, a shard of glass ricochets back and cuts his cheek. "I'm not a person. I'm the fucking party mascot." He spits, venomously,

You take a step forward, "Mike, you know that's not true."

Bitter laughter echoes in the enclosed space. "Funny. That's... That's funny. Really. Because I've been coming to these parties, meeting people, for seven years now. I've watched *seventeen* people end up just like Sarah and Ben." Your friends had been celebrating their engagement tonight, Michaelangelo had introduced them at a party three years ago.

"I don't get to have that... I'll *never* get to have that," he chokes, "even as a joke. Honestly, at this point I'd take a joke. I'm already pretending to be a person, wouldn't be that hard of a jump to pretend to be loved, too. I'd just have to find someone willing to lie to me..."

He trails off and the silence that hangs in the air once the echoes of his voice fades is heavy and oppressive.

"Like I said, there's no fucking point..." He turns around and starts walking down the tunnel towards home, one hand on the wall for support. "Don't worry, I'll be back to all smiles by Wednesday. We can pretend like this never happened. This doesn't have to be a thing and you don't have to pretend whether or not it matters if I'm okay." He hears you take a step toward him, "Go home, Y/N," he calls back without turning around.

Fine. If he's going to leave anyway, you have nothing to lose. "No."

"Okay, fine," he sighs continuing down the tunnel, "do whatever you want."

"Okay," you say, simply, as you begin to follow him.

He stops, shoulders tight, face toward the ceiling, and sighs heavily, "What are you doing?"

"Whatever I want?" you reply, closing the distance.

He turns to face you, tired and hurting. If you want to go another round, he isn't exactly in a place where he can say no. At the very least, he could use the dopamine. He used to imagine it would be different with you. He should have known better. Jaw tight, he sighs before reaching for his belt.

Your eyes widen as you realize what he thinks you're implying, your heart shattering all over again. You bring your hand up to rest gently on his, stilling his movements. His eyes meet yours. Hesitant. Guarded. Unsure of what you're playing at. Your hand tightens gently around his as you step forward, and he tenses as if he might run.

You reach up, and pull him down into your arms. He stiffens for a moment, he's already hanging on by a thread, but he can't help it, it's you. Instinct takes over, wrapping his arms around you and buying his face in your hair.

You feel his grip tighten as the dam breaks, and despite his best efforts at keeping his shit under control, a ragged sob rips through him.

You hold him as he cries, moving the two of you back to sitting against the tunnel wall. Eventually, the tears dry up, and he pulls himself away. He quiet for a long time, and looks down at his hands in his lap. He can't even look at you, ashamed and embarrassed. You didn't deserve that. To feel obligated to take care of him. You have better shit to do than this.

You reach up and twist one of the tails off his mask around your fingers, tugging once, gently. It draws his attention, and he meets your eyes, begrudgingly. You reach up and wipe the blood from his cheek, meeting his eyes again. "I'm sorry," he whispers, "I'm sorry, I..."

You hush him gently and sit up on your knees. Taking his face in your hands, you bring him down to you, kissing his forehead.

He doesn't get it. Why are you being so nice to him. You got what you wanted, why did you follow him? Why are you comforting him? Why do you even care? He looks at you in bewilderment.

"Tell you what," you say, "I'm not super comfortable with the idea of leaving you alone right now, and it's going to rain, and I don't want to get flooded out down here, so... What do you say we head back to my place. I can order us a pizza, and we can watch a movie, and you can head home once you're feeling a bit more sober stable..." You smile, you hope persuasively.

"Yeah... Okay..." He says, as you help him to his feet. You aren't wrong. It is going to rain, and as fucked up as he is, traversing this set of tunnels in particular will be a little iffy if the storm drains start to flood.

You bring him home. You do exactly as you say. Pizza. Movie. Ice cream for good measure. He's not sure what to do. He's usually the one doing the entertaining, and now here you are making sure he was happy and comfortable.

It takes time, but by the end of the movie, Mikey's mostly sobered up, both physically and emotionally. You even get a genuine smile out of him as sunrise looms and he begins to make his way out.

"So... thanks... for this," he says, looking at you softly. It was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him.

You smile, walking him to the window. "Anytime," you say, taking his hand and turning to face him as you come to the window, "and I mean that. Next time you get into that headspace will you do me a favor and try to reach for a phone instead of a bottle?"

He smirks, nodding, "no promises, but I'll try."

"Thank you," you say as he reaches for the window. You touch his arm, gently "hey, one last thing," he steps back from the window to face you, and you stand up on your tiptoes and kiss him softly. It's simple, sweet, honest, "there's no reason you can't have what Sarah and Ben have," you whisper, before pulling away.

He freezes. He's misunderstood. There's no way you're saying what it sounds like your saying, because it's what he wants you to be saying, so there's no *way* it could actually be what you're saying... Right?

You watch the torrent of emotions play out in his eyes, and you reach up to tug n on his mask. "Sunrise, Sunshine." You say.

"Sunrise..." He repeats before he blinks, shaking his head, "Right. Yeah. Sunrise. I, uh, I'll see you -

"Wednesday."

"Tomorrow."

You say at the same time, before you laugh nervously under his gaze, "If, you know, you're not busy." You don't want to have to wait until Wednesday.

Hope flickers in his eyes. It's tiny and buried under so much hurt and insecurity, but it's definitely there, "I, uh, yeah... I mean, I gotta work, but I'll be wrapping up around two... so, if you're still up..."

"I'll be up," you say quickly, and he can't help but smile as both of your faces grow warm and you laugh gently.

"Okay... I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then," he says quietly, almost in disbelief. Is this... What? What is this? He doesn't know, but it feels... better. Warm. Comforting. The things you said, the things you did for him tonight, this... He wants more of this. He'll do whatever he has to to have more of this.

You can't help the grin that brightens your face. "Until tomorrow, then," you say, and kiss him one last time before he slips out into the desaturated predawn light, and is gone.

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golly-ge3 · 11 months ago

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The bay!turtles reacting to you getting locs

Bay!turtlesxblkreader

Warnings: hair touching

Leonardo

• Loves them at first but kinda freaked out when you told him they were permanent..

“Um so I’ll never see your natural hair out again..”

“This is my natural hair”

• After some explaining he understands and thinks it a cool idea.

•loves the history behind locs and how much you love them

•overall this guy is just happy you’re happy with your new hairdo <3

Raphael

• He LOVES THEM so much..

• When you first showed him you’re hair he was like neat how long did it take when you tell him it took a couple of hours he frowned.

• he definitely wants to learn how to re twist so you don’t have to spend a ton of money on getting your locs done

• while y’all are sitting together he’s always gonna be playing with one of your locs because why not

(He’s the only one allowed to play in your hair)

Donatello

•loves your hair and already knows most of the history behind it.

• He definitely knows how to do a loc detox from watching YouTube videos and wouldn’t mind doing one for you if you asked.

• like Raph he wants to learn how to re twist so you don’t have to pay a ton of money to get your hair done.

• Dyes your locs for you when you ask <3

Michelangelo

• He immediately loves them and adores them.

• When you first show him he gets to handsy and started to touch your hand and you immediately tell him to stop.

• wants you to dye your locs so bad and keeps sending you pictures of people’s locs in different styles.

• Lowkey wishes he was a human (A black human 😒) so he could get locs.

(Literally my whole family has Dreads except for me and my mom.💀💀)

Silly little song very unserious

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madammuffins · 2 years ago

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Love Series Family Summary

Figured since the series is ending in about 3-5k words, I might as well post this wrap up if anyone needed it to brush up on the family branches before I started working on the final installment.

SPOILERS UNDER CUT

LEO + WIFEY

Oldest - asexual, amab, genderfluid, nicknamed Data by Donnie (favorite turtle uncle), thinks Sprinkles the coolest tho.

Middle - Bisexual, amab, cis, nicknamed Chuckles by Mikey (favorite uncle), loves Sunshine like a second mom.

Youngest - gay, amab, cis, nicknamed Slugger by Raph (favorite uncle), still a mamas boy but Sunshine is a close second.

RAPH + TINY

Childless

DONNIE + SUNSHINE

Atom - nickname given by dad as zygote, amab, cis but questioning. Everything. Older twin by .2 seconds (literally since they shared an egg). Leo is favorite uncle, Tiny is favorite Untie.

Alpha - nickname given by dad as zygote, afab, cis but questioning. Everything. Younger twin by .2 seconds. Hates it. Overcompensates - extremely competitive and precise. Favorite uncle is Mikey. And Wifey is her second mom, and gives the best hugs.

MIKEY + SPRINKLES

Tony - amab, panromantic, agender, officially an adult, Tony was adopted. More symbolically than anything else. He relates to Raph the most due to his violent coping mechanisms, but admires the whole family and still feels like a bit of an outsider.

APRIL + CASEY

Casey Jr - afab, ftm, gay. Very resentful of his parents explosive relationship he emulates Raph, but envies Leo's collected and calm personality. He wishes Leo and Wifey were his parents.

June - two years younger than Casey. Afab, cis, lesbian. June tries to earn her parent's respect through accomplishments. She loves them. But this usually only catches Donnie's praise and Sprinkles's awe.

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citruswriter · 7 months ago

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Yandere Bayverse Turtles x Receptive Darling

Listen in with me! ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

Warnings: Yandere, dark themes, obsession, unhealthy relationship.

A/N: Gonna give the turtles with different kinds of receptive darlings so be prepared for that. Mlem.

Leonardo x Reader 💛/🩷

Warnings: Violence, blood, degrading, mentions of carving into Reader's flesh, begging, mentions of marking.

You feed into his ego so badly. Like it's gone so far that you wouldn't even be able to THINK about leaving at this point.

You lived by yourself in New York City. You were "strong & independent". But when Leo came in and started manipulating you to be his damsel in distress, you welcomed the advances.

Of course, you're not dumb. You knew exactly what he was doing. You could tell he was manipulating you, that he was utterly obsessed. But it felt so nice to have somebody fawn over you. To have somebody want to pamper you and do everything for you.

You'd take any chance you could to just pout or cry and fling yourself into his arms. You could tell it did wonders for his ego. The victorious grin, the glimmer in his eye.

Oh and he thought he was so slick too. He didn't realize what you were doing until one day he overheard you and April talking in the kitchen.

"(Y/N), you need to get out while you still can. Leo's utterly obsessed with you! You're so clueless but he's manipulating you." She said in a worried, hushed tone. He wasn't expecting your response.

"Oh I know full and well what he's doing." You replied with a giggle.

April stood gawking at you. "If you know then why don't you leave? You still have a chance to escape!" She said, trying desperately to reason with you.

"And why would I do that? You said it yourself, he's utterly obsessed with me! Try finding a man like that these days." You shot back, rolling your eyes.

"That's not what I mean and you know that. He treats you like this porcelain doll. He wants you to be his little... damsel in distress or something. Fully reliant on him". As much as April loved Leo, even she could see how unhinged he was with you.

"April I'm not stupid. I know exactly what he's doing. I'm letting him do it. It's so nice to be able to just turn off my brain and be his little fragile doll". You said with a little sigh and April shook her head.

"For fucks sake. You're just as obsessed as he is! You're both deranged!" She exclaimed before leaving.

"So you love turning your brain off around me, hm?" He'd question, startling you. You'd bite your lip and bat your eyelashes up at him. "Yea, and?"

The two of you become inseparable after that day. He demands you quit your job and move in and you do just that.

Everytime somebody tries to "save" you, you run and hide behind your lover, shouting about how they know nothing and that they're just jealous.

Since you're so compliant, he let's you wander around in the real world (but only at night) while he follows from a distance.

Heaven forbid somebody flirt with you.

It's not that they have to worry about Leo. Oh no they need to worry about you.

You love seeing Leo get angry and jealous. You're such a manipulative little shit.

You'll lead the poor lad on before coming back home and pouting, telling Leo that some guy tried to take you away from him. That it was so terrifying and you really thought that you were in danger.

Leo will come home, coated in blood, and all you'll do is giggle and kiss him.

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When he confronted you in the kitchen after your conversation with April, he had to restrain himself from taking you in the kitchen right then and there.

"You're a little minx, aren't you?" He growled out and you just brushed the palms of your hands over his plastron. "Not at all. I just enjoy being spoiled by you".

He took you to his room, slinging you over his shoulder, and fucked you til you were cockdumb.

You kept begging him to mark you, so everybody could know you were his. If you hadn't inflated his ego before, you certainly were now.

You love him fucking you after he's killed somebody for you. Seeing him come home all splattered in blood just gets you all hot n bothered.

Leo finds it amusing. He thinks it's so cute that his darling gets all horny from it. He can smell your arousal almost immediately as you eye him up and down.

You love just randomly straddling him and making out with him while you grind against him. Bonus points if he places his hands on your thighs.

He knows your body inside and out and you love it. Sometimes you'll be a brat on purpose just so he can remind you of that fact.

You also love it when he gets jealous. You might get your outside privileges revoked for a bit but you love flirting with other people just so he'll drag you back home and fuck you all night.

He'll make sure you remember who you belong to. He knows exactly what you're doing. Knows you did it on purpose just to piss him off.

He'll bully you and degrade you as he fucks you numb. "Such a slut aren't you? Could've just asked me to fuck you but you wanna be a whore instead. What do you think you're doing flirting with other men? You're mine, darling. Mine. I'll carve my name onto your skin if I have to. But you'd probably enjoy that, wouldn't you? You're such a slut for me".

Can and will make you scream his name until your throat goes hoarse.

ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ

Raphael x Reader 💛/🩷

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, forced voyeurism, breeding, creampie, marking.

You love making him chase you. Cat and mouse is one of your favorite games apparently.

Raph isn't exactly one to manipulate. He's one to demand. You're his. No this is not up for debate.

The two of you were close buddies for months, courtesy of being April's roommate.

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't been crushing on him but you didn't exactly expect him to kidnap you.

So when you woke up in his bedroom all chained up with Raph stroking your hair, you were more than surprised.

You yelped in shock and tried to push him away in a panic. "Raphael what the actual fuck?! Couldn't you just ask me out like a normal fucking person?"

"No. I couldn't risk you rejecting me. You're mine. We clear?" He'd growl back, trying to assert dominance and intimidate you.

He's shocked when you pull a bobby pin out of your hair and start picking the locks of your chains free. "I would have said yes, fucking idiot". You'd reply with a roll of your eyes.

You guess living rent free isn't too bad. But eventually you get bored. You love Raph but gosh. There's nothing to do!

So you make a run for it. Raph's pissed, of course. How could you do this to him? Couldn't you just accept that you were his?

You managed to escape him for a solid three days, where he finds you in some random guy's apartment.

Raph wasted no time busting the door in and beating the living shit out of the other guy that no doubt touched his darling.

"Finally! Took you long enough. I was starting to think you didn't actually love me." You said with a pout, arms crossed.

Raph isn't taken off guard easily but here you were, doing exactly that to him.

"Wait... I thought you tried to escape?" He questioned, tone somewhere in between annoyed and confused.

"I didn't try. I did escape. Temporarily. But I wanted you to find me. Come on, the lair is so boring sometimes. I just decided to spice things up a little. I knew exactly what I was doing. I left a trail on purpose." You'd smirk over at him before demanding he pick you up like the spoiled brat you are.

Eventually he'd just chuckle and kiss you. "So you want to dance with danger, huh darling?" He'd question.

"Only if it's with you." You'd all but purr back.

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He'd fuck you in that apartment right then and there, he doesn't care if the guy he just beat is still alive and watching.

He loves it too. Every time you get bored and decide it's time for him to chase you, he'd fuck you in front of whichever poor fellow had fallen victim to your games this time.

"Bet you wish you could fuck them half as good, huh? Hate to break to you pal, but you'll never be able to fill them up like I can".

And as if to prove his point, he'd make you describe how good it felt. Poor lad would just sit there, crying and upset as you just babbled out how great he felt.

How full you were, how big he was, how great your body felt in that moment as you all but begged him to breed you and claim you as his all over again.

Angry sex is something you have a lot too. You're such a little shit. You love pissing him off just so he'll tie or chain you up and fuck you till your leaking with his cum.

Beg him to mark you and he'll be over the moon. Bite marks, scratches, bruises, all of them. If he wasn't obsessed beforehand, he is now.

ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ

Donatello x Reader 💛/🩷

Warnings: Stalking, violence, blood, forced voyeurism, marking, begging, orgasm denial, somnophilia, Reader gets roofied, creampie, breeding, pregnancy mention.

Donatello is a master at manipulation.

Unfortunately for him, so are you.

Donnie denies his obsession for you at first. But as he finds himself stalking you more, putting tiny cameras in your apartment, putting a tracking device on you without your knowledge, the more he starts to realize that he's absolutely obsessed with you.

The first time he tries to manipulate or gaslight you you just turn your head to him in shock and confusion before laughing at him.

"Oh Donnie! Please! Don't think I don't realize what you're doing." You'd muse, making him curse internally.

"I don't know what you're talking about, (Y/N)." He'd say casually with a shrug of his shoulders. But he'd watch you as a mischievous smirk would crawl it's way onto your face.

"Oh you wanna play that game, huh? Alright. I'll humor you". You'd purr out.

The next several times Donnie would attempt to manipulate or gaslight you, you'd gently call it out. But that wasn't all. Oh no. You started doing it back.

It became almost like a game between the two of you to see who could successfully manipulate the other one first.

Unfortunately for you though, as patient as Donnie is, his patience isn't infinite. Especially after you make the fatal mistake of getting a partner.

You come to his lab the next day and he cages you against one of his tables, towering over you in a way that made your heart race.

"Enough of the games. You're mine, understand?". He'll growl out and you give that mischievous smirk once more.

"No I don't think I do. See, you took too long Donatello. Your loss. Sorry". You were doing this on purpose, he'd realize. You wanted him to lose control. You wanted him to go feral, to make those threats.

He'd chuckle and grab your chin, jerking your head up to look at him. "Oh you're cute if you think I'll take no for an answer, darling". He'll reply with, causing you to bite your lip and give him innocent doe eyes.

"Leave them or I'll kill them in front of you". He demanded and you just gave a sadistic giggle. "Promise?"

Poor guy didn't see the light of day ever again.

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True to his word, he didn't take no for an answer. When you went home, he snuck into your apartment.

You put on a real show. Really you did. You flirted with your partner, kissing their cheek and letting them feel you up.

They went to kiss you on the mouth but Donnie ripped them away from you, picking them up by the throat and tossing them to the ground.

Your partner would find no solace in you however. They'd beg you for help but all you did was stand there giggling as Donnie beat them.

But Donnie wouldn't kill them. Oh no. He had other plans. He'd bend you over the counter and fuck you in front of your poor partner. Drilling into you from behind as your partner just laid in a pool of their own blood, sobbing from the pain.

He'd fuck you until you were almost over the edge before stopping, making you sob and beg for him to keep going. He'd grip your hips til they bruised, relishing the sound of your pleads.

"Who do you belong to, hm? Say it. Say you're mine, and I'll give you anything you want." He'd softly demand, tugging at your hair to pull your head back so he could nuzzle your neck and breath your intoxicating scent in.

"Y-You. I belong to you Donnie. Only you. I'm all yours, Donnie. Please. Please let me cum on your cock. Please Donnie I need it." You'd all but babble out, causing Donnie to chuckle condescendingly down at you.

"Good pet. You're mine". Is all he'd coo out before fucking your wet hole once more until you finally came on him, a whine being ripped from your throat as he fucked you through your orgasm until he finally came himself.

Donnie loves marking you, especially with bruises.

He also loves hearing you beg as he slings your legs over his shoulders and makes you squirm and sob in a way that only he can.

We already head canon this man as being a somnophile but it's so much worse if he's a yandere. Mans will legit roofie you just so he can fuck your unconscious body for several rounds. The only evidence upon waking up being his cum that's slick against your thighs.

If it's possible for him to get you pregnant, he absolutely will. Get you full and round with his babies. Now you can never leave him.

ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ

Mikey x Reader 💛/🩷

Warnings: Bondage, begging, marking, exhibitionism, pregnancy mention, breeding.

Mikey is probably the "best" yandere to have. He's super fun loving and laid back.

Unfortunately for the world, you're a little sadist.

You two are an absolute power couple and you're just as obsessed with him as he is with you.

Ya'll both love talking shit too.

This man will literally hold you with one arm in such a way that you might as well be the angel sitting on his shoulder.

You'll lean in and whisper gossip into his ear with a sadistic smirk and he'll just smirk back at you, maybe chide you for being mean, but kiss you none the less and tell you that he loves how your mind works.

Believe it or not, you were the one that asked him out. He was ecstatic when his darling was the one to make the first move. He was even more so when it quickly became clear that you were just as crazy obsessed as he was.

The two of you are an unstoppable force and it's almost impossible to see one of you without the other being close behind.

The two of you are so clingy with each other, always touching or intertwined in some way.

You bring out a darker side to Mikey. The way your twisted mind indulges and encourages those darker yandere thoughts in him is so dangerous but so delicious.

He's also super possessive. Don't get me wrong, he'll give you your space and he knows you'll never leave him but boy oh boy does he love making it known that you're his. That there's no escaping him. That he's your forever home now.

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Another darling that loves to play cat and mouse. You love making him chase you through the sewer until he finds you and traps you.

He'll drag you back and tie you up with rope and you'll just beg him to let you go with a bite of your lip.

"Please Mikey? Please? I'm sorry. I promise I'll be good. Please baby? I'll do anything. Anything for you." He knows you'd never actually run away but chasing you and then tying you up while you beg to be let go just does something to him.

He'll fuck you long and hard after that. Marking you and demanding that you tell him who you belong to.

He's such an exhibitionist too. If he can fuck you in public, he will. In the living room under a blanket? Done. In the alleyway a little to close to where a car's headlights could illuminate the two of you? Give them a story to tell their friends.

Another one that would absolutely get you pregnant if he could. He enjoys the thought of seeing you waddling around with a full pregnant baby after he worked so hard breeding you.

Like the little shit you are, you love fucking around and finding out. And by that I mean you allow others to flirt with you all the time.

A man comes up to you and says you're sexy? Oh you'll let him prattle his head off all the while your eyes will slink over to where you know Mikey is and smirk.

Mikey, hidden away from all but you, will run his tongue over his teeth and chuckle at your antics.

And when you get home? This man his stuffing you full and bullying your cervix.

"You're such a slut. You know that? If you wanted my attention, you coulda just asked instead of letting that man eye fuck you." He'll degrade you but you're such a brat

"But there's no fun in thaaaaaat." You'd whine out with a pout, crying out as he'd angle your hips to abuse that spongy spot within your velvet walls.

"You're so fucking needy. So fucking thirsty for me. Fuck, I love it so much. Love you so much".

*aggressive giggling* I enjoyed writing this way too much. Might extend them into their own full on one-shots. Maybe not Leo's though... I'm so fucking bad at writing Leo. *sobs*

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imababblekat · 6 months ago

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Accidental Eavesdropping?

Anon request, "Hey!!! Love your blog and your writing style, it’s amazing and so detailed!!! Can I request Bayverse TMNT Spider-man Au, where the turtles and spider-y/n are in a battle with Bepop and rocksteady. And in the last moments of the battle, spider -y/n saves the turtles but gets unmasked in the process. (They live) If you don’t want to do that idea! You can either delete this OR A moment where the turtles start talking about y/n and they don’t even realize that they’re talking TO THEM!!! This was funny to me for some reason lol 😂"

A/N: Aw thank you, anon! ;v; I went with the second prompt, btw. Leans towards Raphael x reader, but it's mentioned/hinted that the other turts also got the feels for reader. Any who's, I hope you enjoy! <3

◌(s,p) = spider persona◌

~xXx~

You're swinging over traffic, indulging in a rather quiet night despite the sounds of honking vehicles and other night life, when a sudden warm fuzzy feeling beams from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. It's not your spidey sense per say, but something akin to it, all you know is that it's a good sense and you follow it with glee. It doesn't take long before the feeling is buzzing and you see the source of the feeling chilling atop a pizza parlor. Well, more like sources. You let out a small giggle, noticing that the four ninja turtle brothers seem to be in some sort of deep conversation or debate.

"Hey guy's, what's going on?!", you greeted, swinging in next to a steaming Raphael.

"Oh you know, just the daily sibling teasing while we wait for our pizza to be made.", Donnie shrugged, watching as you and Mikey did your secret handshake.

"Yeah? Let me guess. . ."

The eyes of your mask squinted as you pretended to skeptically look at all brothers before looking at the glaring gaze of Raphael next to you.

"Is Raphie suppressing his emotions again?", you chaffed.

Said turtle rolled his eyes, shifting his weight to one side as he growled.

"Great, just what I need. And don't call me that."

"Come on, I'm sure I can help! What's up this time big guy?"

Leo chuckled, gaining your attention while Raphael sent him a warning glare from behind you.

"Raph's got a crush on our friend."

At this your eyes widened, a small gasp escaping you as you looked between the two eldest brothers in excitement.

"No way! Who?!"

You're question went ignored as Raph threw his arms up, cheeks flushing a light hue of embarrassment.

"All I said was they smelled nice, and y'all chuckle heads suddenly think I've been struck by cupid or some mushy crap!"

"You complimented them, Raph.", came Leo's retort.

"I compliment people all the time!"

Everyone remained silent, giving the hot headed turtle deadpanned expressions.

"What? I do. Right (s,p)?", he asked turning to look down at you.

You merely shrugged.

"Sarcastically maybe."

Raph huffed, leaning back against the buildings ledge, you hoping up to sit next to him.

"So is anyone gonna tell me who this mysterious person is or nah? Come on people, I want the tea."

Mikey, idly spinning his nun-chucks, grinned widely.

"It's our friend, (y,n)!"

You sat rigid, mask eyes wide once more.

". . .Who now?"

"Oh you haven't met them.", Donnie waved off, checking his turtle made watch to see the remaining wait time on their order.

Raphael clicked his tongue, still slightly aggravated about his brothers earlier teasing. Meanwhile, you still sat frozen beside him, staring into the abyss with a racing heart.

"I still don't have a crush on them.", he muttered.

"You complimented them on their perfume!", Leo loudly pointed out once more.

"Why is that so weird?!"

The two started to banter once more, Mikey enjoying the show while Donnie threw in a few matter of facts to weigh in on Leo's side. You, however, felt never more thankful than in that moment that you wore a full face mask. If it wasn't for the coverage, surely the ninja brothers would see just how closely the color of your face matched Raphaels mask right now.

Raphael growled, fed up with his brothers ganging up on him and his definitely non-existent crush on you. If they were going to call him out, then he would do the same to them.

"Maybe you guys should get off my shell and jump on yours first! I ain't the only one whose been makin' googly eyes at (y,n)."

You just about fell off the side of the building, hands gripping the edge of where you sat, knuckles definitely white beneath your suit. What is happening right now, is all you could terrifyingly but blushingly think.

Leonardo and Donatello were quick to look anywhere but at Raph, trying their hardest to not blush themselves at their brother's call out.

"I seen the way you put on the macho charm, Leo, bowing extra deep and all your swooning romance book crap when they come over. And you, Donnie, sputtering and dropping shit when they try to help you with projects and their hand accidentally brushes against yours. And Mikey. . ."

All eyes focused in on the youngest of the bunch who sat ready and waiting to hear Raph's jest.

"Actually, Mikey you're not that surprising. You think anyone who gives you food is a gift from heaven."

"Hey, it's not my fault their cinnamon rolls are so good!.", Mikey pouted, bottom lip jutting out adorably.

Leonardo shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose before turning towards you.

"What do you think, (s,p)? Are we over analyzing or are we right?"

The boys eagerly waited for your answer, for your input. Surely someone from the outside would be able to better determine the situation the brothers found themselves in. Well. . .should have been able to more like, as the response you gave was not what they were expecting.

A rushed, "Igotgo!!!", was all they got before watching you thwip away at the speed of light, leaving the turtles to look at each other confused and quizzically.

". . .Wait, so you guys don't have a crush on (y,n) too??", Mikey questioned with furrowed brows, innocently confused by how they could not.

Raphael groaned loudly as he and his brothers devilled into another childish debate on why they totally didn't have feelings for you, a familiar smell that had sparked the argument coincidentally wafting lightly into their senses upon the wind in the direction of which you swung off.

~xXx~

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donniesgirlie · 9 months ago

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Believe it or not, the plan was Raph fluff, but the idea got sad and vague as soon as I opened the draft.

Og idea coming soon? If y'all want it lmk

"5 more minutes?": Your Choice x GN! Reader

It's still dark when his alarm goes off. You lay on your bed with one of his heavy arms locking your back to his chest; the cool press of his plastron through your sleep shirt -his old, way oversized tee- a comforting one.

The shrill beeping of the alarm, on the other hand, is the opposite of comforting. It's your reminder that he's not yours. Not really. He belongs to the night - a phantom sweeping over the heads of hundreds of sleeping people that will never know the capable hands that safeguard their lives.

It's nothing new, though. You knew from the start that he belongs to the icy touch of Nyx more than he will ever belong to you.

Belonging...

The very thing that keeps him from you:

The inability to belong that was cast upon him by the same people he's sworn to protect. It's a cruel irony that those he's saved countless times are the very ones that are the first to yell "freak" and "monster" at the sight of him.

It's shifting behind you that forces you from your thoughts. Just as fast as the alarm sounded, he shuts it off. The movement sets you in motion. Rolling over, you're met with tired eyes, awake way too early; they soften when they meet your own. A sickeningly sweet look that makes you want to melt into him like some sick experiment gone wrong.

"G'morning," His voice is gruff in the silent, barely-morning air.

"5 more minutes?" you plead. The first rays of light no doubt peaking over the horizon, taunting you with how little time you have left.

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taleeater · 3 months ago

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Low Pressure

TMNT Bayverse x Reader

Sliiiiight Michelangelo x Reader

Reader has she/her pronouns.

The reader has POTS/Anemia and is caught up in a trap the Foot set for the turtles in the subway. Her condition brings unwanted attention and she is thrown onto the tracks in front of an oncoming train. What will the turtles do with this unusual girl?

Warnings: Canon typical violence, damsel in distress, fainting, injury, hurt/comfort

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A warm summer evening. The humidity had seeped into the subway tunnels and warmed the smell of the sewage and stale air. A young woman clutching a small bag of groceries was crouching down in the middle of the slightly crowded platform - an unusual sight - looking quite pale.

‘Just three more stops and I’ll be home.’

You despised the long wait for the next train between transfers. The long day of errands had drained what little energy you had and left you feeling dizzy. The sign above the platform stated the next train would be arriving in roughly 7 more minutes, and you let out a light groan as you scrolled down the light of your phone.

An echo of a stampede suddenly cascaded down the subway steps. Unbothered, you did not glance up from your phone, assuming it was a group of kids or tourists in a rush to make the next train. That is, until you were nudged roughly by an offending leg, knocking you over with a surprised shout.

“Hey!!! What-?”

Your complaint was cut short as you regarded the woman standing above you with shock. The older woman was clad in all black tactical gear, holding a large assault rifle.

“You- get up.”

The command was short and loud as the gun was nudged at you, and you quickly scrambled to your feet. Looking around you saw more thugs cornering the other people on the platform and ordering them to hold their hands to their heads, and stand with their backs facing the platform.

A man shoved you towards the edge of the platform to join the others, your shopping bag abandoned. Your vision swam slightly as the blood rushed to your head, and you tried to get your breathing under control. Everything was happening so fast.

The thugs in all black tactical gear unzipped their duffle bags and started to stick small white boxes to the shadows of the station’s pillars. They were unassuming and blended in.

When they were finished, the older woman ripped off her mask to reveal short stark black hair. You recognized her face from the evening news. She was a head of the Foot Clan that had terrorized New York City many times in the past. It was rumored they had gone into hiding after their leader had disappeared during the invasion. Why had they resurfaced?

“Stand still!” A man barked at you, as you were starting to sway in place. An older man standing beside you gave you a worried look as your breathing became shaky and the color drained from your face, like you were going to be sick. Your eyes were distant as sweat dripped from your temple. You tried to focus as your waning stamina drained and your vision started to blur.

“I…. I need to sit down…” You stated desperately in a small shaky voice. Black dots danced behind your eyes.

“I said STAND STILL!” The man pacing around with a gun shouted at you once more, walking over to you to give you a curt shove with the but of his gun. What little balance you were retaining was broken and you weakly fell to your hands and knees, shaking and breathing heavily.

“HEY!! GET UP!!” The man shouted and kicked your shoulder with his foot. You groaned as your arms trembled but did not have the strength to get up, fighting to stay conscious as your vision swam and nausea crawled up your throat. Then the woman with the short black hair approached at the sounds of the shouting, regarding the collapsed hostage with mild disdain.

“……Throw her onto the tracks.” She coldly ordered, and a few of the other hostages cried out quietly in shock. Your yelp of distress echoed through the station as the man grabbed you and began to drag you the short distance to the edge of the platform. No one dared to step up and protest.

“If anyone else moves a muscle, they shall share the same fate!” She called out to the horrified crowd. Then she spoke a quick order into her walkie talkie, and started to walk towards the exit of the tunnel. The rumble of the train approaching sounded just as the man finally kicked you down onto the train tracks. A shriek rang out from the hostages but still, no one dared move. You tumbled hard onto the dusty dirty tracks and a dull thud could be heard as your head struck metal. You were soundly knocked unconscious.

Suddenly the lights started to flicker. A shout and a cheerful whoop called out from somewhere in the tunnels, the sounds bouncing off the walls with the blaring horn of the train. A darting motion, quick as lightning, two, three, four figures blending into the shadows. In the blink of an eye, the young woman disappeared from the tracks just before the train passed over them.

Wap! Bang!

Two Foot minions were slammed to the ground. There were shouts of alarm and the men with guns looked around for the culprits, shooting wildly at the shadows. The woman in black called out another command before fleeing up the stairs and out of the subway station, escaping the fight. Many of her minions began to quickly follow her while those remaining were quickly subdued by the unseen force.

“Quick! Get out of here!” A new voice in the dark shouted. As the people suddenly were allowed to flee, a large figure appeared, green and in an orange mask, carrying the young woman.

“Here!! Someone take her! Get her out of here! Hey!!!!” He called, holding her out for anyone rushing by, but all the fleeing people gave him a wide berth as they themselves escaped.

“Mikey! Put her down. The police will come find her later.” A gruff voice called out.

“No no wait, she might need immediate medical assistance-“ Another one supplemented.

Suddenly, a small beeping sound started to echo from around the tunnel. The brothers looked around, and noticed small flashing red lights on all the surrounding pillars. They had walked into a trap.

“Ah shit- RUN!!!”

All four brothers jumped down onto the train tracks just as the bombs exploded, sending rubble flying onto the platform and tracks. Pieces of concrete and beams from the ceiling cracked and came loose as the tunnel started to cave in.

“WE NEED TO TAKE COVER!”

The leader in blue led the team down the tracks and towards an unlocked door in the maintenance tunnel. Everyone rushed through the small door just as the rest of the bombs exploded, causing cracks in the street above to stretch down the street and layer upon layer of road and cement to crash down and completely block the tunnel. They waited for the rumbling to die down until the dust settled in the dark of the small room and they all caught their breath.

“Great. The Foot are back and they want us dead.”

“We don’t know that- maybe they were just trying to rob the passengers?”

Donatello cracked a large red glow stick to illuminate what looked like an old control room lined with various pipes and levers.

“And set up all those bombs to go off when we’re the last one in the tunnels? I don’t think so.”

“Uuuuuuh guys?”

“What Mikey?” 3 of the brothers turned to the youngest with exasperation. In the low light they noticed he was still holding the unconscious young woman in his arms.

“You still have her?!?!”

“What??? Was I just supposed to leave her in the collapsing tunnel?!?”

Leonardo sighed and ran a hand down his face as he paced the room. “…Right. We need to get out of here and find a hospital to drop her off at.”

The purple banded brother approached, dropping the glow stick and flicking on a small book light on his shoulder, shining it on the woman’s face. Checking her over for injury, he followed a small trail of blood up into her hairline and found a noticeable bump there and took note of a darkening bruise on her exposed shoulder.

“Duuuuude…. She’s pretty cute! Betcha $10 I can get her number- Ow!” Donnie swatted him for good measure.

“It looks like she might have a concussion. I won’t be able to tell the severity until she wakes up.”

“She must’ve hit her head pretty hard to knock out on the tracks.” Leonardo said, glancing over his brother’s shoulder.

Suddenly the small woman groaned as the light shining in her eyes began to rouse her. The shoulder light was quickly switched off.

“Come on. Let’s find a way outta here before she wakes up.” Raph said gruffly.

He pushed past Donnie and Mikey and slowly tried to pry the metal door open.

“Careful!” Leo jogged over to brace the door as some large chunks of concrete tumbled out, disturbing the dust in the air. Donnie coughed and waved a hand in front of his face as he picked up the glow stick and approached, Mikey being left to stand in the back of the room still holding the injured woman.

Raph and Leo stepped aside as Donnie waved them out of the way, stepping over the wreckage and tossing the glow stick at the base of the door. The light illuminated a small gap in the collapsed stone at the top of the door.

“There. The cave-in isn’t piled high enough in this part of the tunnel. It looks like we can squeeze out through there and look for a manhole cover.”

“Alright, sounds like a plan. I’ll go first to check if it’s stable, then Mikey can pass the girl up to me.” Leo ordered, getting a nod from everyone in approval.

“Be careful not to trigger another shift in the rubble, Leo. If we’re not careful, then another tumble could bury us in here.”

“No pressure or anything dude.” Mikey joked as he went to stand next to Raph as Leo began his climb, the red banded turtle rolling his eyes. Donnie was fiddling with the holo screen on his wrist with a blueprint of the tunnels pulled up.

“You see anything up there Leo??” Donnie called up after Leo fully climbed out of the rubble. The shifting of small rocks could be heard as the blue leader found his barings.

“Looks like there’s a ladder a little ways down the tunnel. Could lead topside.”

“Woo!! Let’s get out of here, I wanna get this dust outta my mouth.” Mikey sputtered and spit as Leo crouched down by the opening, reaching down to be handed the unconscious young woman.

“Me next! I’m gonna check if the ladder is the same one that showed up in my blueprints.” Donnie piped up. Leo set down the girl gently and reached down again to offer a hand to Donnie. Raph took a knee and locked his hands together to give Donnie a boost out of the room. Mikey got excited.

“Oooooh! Me next! Me next!” Raph grunted as Mikey immediately placed his foot in his hands and put a hand over Raph’s face to steady himself.

“Ugh. Just get it over with.” With a steady throw he launched his brother up out of the room. Lastly, Leo and Mikey each reached down a hand to help pull Raph up and out of the stuffy room.

Once out, Raph noticed the glow of the city night lights streaming down through the broken ceiling, accompanied by the red and blue flashes of police lights from street level.

“Sheesh. This is gonna take ages to fix…” Raph wandered away from the light towards the base of the rubble where Donnie was looking around by the far wall.

“This should lead us outta here! Come on guys!” Donnie called, closing his hologram and waving the brothers over. Mikey had scooped up the unconscious girl again while Leo guided them both carefully down the slope, stumbling a bit and causing a few rugged cement blocks to tumble down past them.

They climbed the ladder up to street level and all piled out into an alleyway. Discreetly, they climbed the closest building’s fire escape up onto a roof. Sirens were wailing as police worked to section off the collapsed road and subway entrance just around the corner. Leo was surveying the wreckage and scanning for an ambulance from the edge of the roof, when suddenly a soft sound came from Mikey that made them all pause.

They all turned to look down at the young woman whose eyes were just fluttering open, and Mikey quickly moved to place her down on the rooftop before stepping back in a crouch. They all had a little bit more experience dealing with the human shock after April, so they knew to give some space in case she screamed or passed out again.

“Mh…? Ow….” You managed to sit up, arm coming up to grip your head in pain. You felt a bit dizzy, looking around as your vision cleared, until your eyes landed on a materializing fuzzy shape. You blinked, and wondered if you were dreaming. Right in front of your eyes was what appeared to be a large green alien-looking being crouching a few steps away, smiling and waving at you. Looking past him you saw 3 more large green men, all looking at you with a variety of different expressions. For a long moment you just looked between them in quiet pause, taking in all the details of their individual forms. One of them appeared nervous and bashful at meeting your long gaze, another standoffish, and one stood firm and steadily sized you up. The one closest to you wearing an orange bandana over his eyes looked excited as he shifted around to pull out his smart phone from his pocket and hopped a little closer.

“Hey, the name’s Mikey! You haven’t screamed yet so I'm taking that as a good sign- Can I have your number?” You raised a shocked eyebrow at the cheerful chatter and the other green men groaned, shaking their heads. But the silly casual reaction did wonders to calm your nerves. They seemed… friendly.

Quickly, the (nervous) purple banded… greenman…? Stepped forward and crouched beside you, slightly blocking out the excited orange one and pulled down some binoculars over his eyes, switching on a light over his shoulder.

You were a bit taken aback, nervous for a moment before he spoke.

“a-ahem, s-sorry, if you could just follow my finger for a moment?” He held up a green finger from a 3 fingered hand, and moved it from left to right. You followed. “Good. Can you tell me what city you’re in?” He reached up and oh-so gently touched your jaw to tilt your head, getting a better look at the bump on your head.

“N-New York City.” You now realized this was a concussion test and not some alien probe. “Um… Are you all wearing costumes or am I hallucinating?” You said a bit embarrassed. You weren’t scared, just mildly confused. This *was* New York afterall. After an attempted alien invasion and the arrest of a mutant rhino and warthog, anything was possible.

The red-banded turtle in the background groaned and threw his hands up, turning away. The blue one however stepped forward with a sheepish expression and a slight grin.

“Mutants, actually. We should get you to an ambulance to get your injuries properly checked out. The police would also probably appreciate a statement, if that’s alright with you.” He said leaning down slightly over his purple companion, who switched off his light and offered you a hand to stand.

“Oh…” You said, blinking a little as you looked at him. You noticed the offered hand and gratefully took it. “Thank you.” With a little effort he helped you to stand up, the orange one also jumping to his feet behind him and crowded your space at your side.

“Hey!!! You seem pretty chill! What’s your name?” The orange green man asked you excitedly, still clutching his cellphone in his hands.

You felt a bit shy but returned his smile. Mutants, huh? The news made them sound scary, but these guys just felt like…. People.

“My name is (y/n).” You said warmly. “What’s your names? The last thing I remember was being thrown onto the train tracks… Did you guys get me out of there?” You asked, looking between them.

The red one looked over his shoulder at you, looking slightly surprised. And the blue and the purple one exchanged looks. The orange one beamed and bounced on his heels, stepping in front of you and picking up your hand. The skin of his hand felt rough and calloused.

“Yeah, that was us! No need to thank us though, just doing our jobs.” He held his chin up high like he was proudly striking a pose. You giggled a bit. “My name’s Mikey! And that’s Donnie-” He stepped aside for you to see the purple one straightening suddenly and raising his hand up in a wave. “That’s Leo,” The blue one crossed his arms and nodded at you. “And the grump in the back is Raph!” Said grump shifted the toothpick he’d placed in his mouth and turned his head away, feigning disinterest.

“Wow… well, thank you- very much, regardless. I really appreciate it.” You started to shift back and forth on your feet, starting to feel the creeping discomfort of being idle on your feet for too long. You shifted your attention to your hand clasped in Mikey’s, and noticed the phone he was still holding. You reached out tentatively to take it, watching as his eyes widened in mute shock as you looked for permission. “You wanted my number, right? You seem very nice, and… I’d like it if you gave me the opportunity to thank you all properly sometime. Is… that okay?”

You glanced over to the rest of the mutants, who all equally looked to have frozen up with shock.

“Y-yeah! Of course, dudette! You can text or call me anytime you want!” Mikey seemed flustered with barely contained excitement as he let you take his phone. You took his heavily modified smart phone and began to enter in your name and number into his contacts. Mikey turned back to his brothers and shot them a double thumbs up which made them relax with minor content. You sent yourself a message and returned his phone once you felt a buzz in your pocket. Mikey happily took his phone and looked between you and the screen like you had just gifted him the nobel prize. Then backed away to swing over a show Donnie and brag that he got a pretty girl’s number. Leo took a few steps toward you, and suddenly your eyes widened as you remembered something.

“Oh, shoot, my groceries…” You mumbled looking down in mild frustration. It was already such a difficult chore getting out of your apartment, so you huffed in annoyance realizing you would have to repeat the task.

Leo chuckled lightly hearing your discontent and placed a hand on your shoulder, drawing your attention to him.

“You can worry about that later. For now, let's just get you down there so the paramedics can get a look at you.” Leo looked past you out at the street for a moment, then leaned down slightly next to your ear and whispered. “And… Thanks for not being scared of us. I know it means a lot to Mikey.” *And the rest of us.*

The last part was left unsaid as Leo straightened with a kind smile. You felt your cheeks heat up at the sincerity and nodded your head with a grin. He felt like a strong and protective big brother, you realized. You looked past him at what you assumed were his brothers lightly roughhousing as Mikey excitedly waved around his phone.

“Let’s move out!” Leo ordered from beside you, and all the brothers turned their attention, Raph shoving Mikey one last time before they all jogged over to you both.

You turned around to look off the side of the building, wondering for a moment how you were all going to get down. Your thought was cut short as you yelped, big strong arms scooping you up like you weighed a couple of grapes.

“Hold on tight, shorty.” Raph said with husky amusement, smearing over a Mikey who was complaining about not being the one to carry you.

“Wait, where are we-” You were cut short as you startled a gasp as they all suddenly leap off the side of the building. You didn’t have enough air in your lungs to scream so your arms shot around his neck. Your arms brushed against something hard and rough attached to his back. The boys bounced off the walls of the narrow alley and landed swiftly on the ground with barely a grunt. You shifted a bit in Raph’s hold to look over his shoulder, making him grumble as he jogged towards the street. You saw up close the ridges and panes of his shell reflected in the city street light.

“Huh… turtles?” You asked curiously, settling back and looking at Raph’s profile.

He snorted a laugh. “Yeah. Turtles.” He glanced at you with an amused grin before looking back ahead.

Your lips pulled into a grin. The boys jogged through back alleys until the flashing of the police light at the safe edge of the collapsed underground came into clear view. Other hostages were standing around getting interviewed by police while some sat at the back of an ambulance wrapped in blankets. The boys jogged to a halt and Raph gently placed you down on your feet.

“They should be able to help you out. Make sure someone helps you get home safe, okay?” Leo said from beside you.

“Should you need anything, we have friends that will be in touch.” Donnie said, his attention seemingly on typing up a text message before tucking it away and looking up at you. You raised a curious brow at that.

All four brothers started to step away in preparation to leave.

“Text me when you get home angelcakes!!!” Mikey said with a wave, bouncing as he warmed up for a run.

Raph grunted but still waved at you goodbye as he turned to leave.

“Thank you again!!! I’ll see you!!” You called after them, waving from the opening of the alleyway as you watched them run and jump up the side of the building’s fire escape, marveling at their strength and speed. They whooped and laughed as they nimbly disappeared from sight, leaving nothing but the faint shadow of figures leaping over the rooftops in their wake.

Once they were out of sight, you sighed and turned again towards the flashing lights and chaos of the city street. News vans only just started to pull up as you stepped out and approached an officer who had caught your attention.

Hours later, after being checked over by a medic and given your testimony to a tired officer, you gratefully stepped out of the cab in front of your apartment building. By now it was the early hours of the morning. You panted lightly from the exertion of getting back to your apartment, exhausted. You pushed through the door and barely had the energy to shed your jacket, wallet, and keys, trudging straight to your bed. Knowing you couldn’t stand being upright any longer, and longed to lay down after the long events of the evening.

You flopped heavily down onto your mattress, barely remembering to kick your shoes off, before rolling over onto your pillow. You felt a little better now laying down, but sleep still crept up on you. Before you could pass out, you groped around for your phone and pulled it up to type out a quick text. One, to your boss, briefly explaining what happened and that you would not be fit to work tomorrow, and a second, with a grin, to the new number that popped up into your messages. You recognized the message you had sent to yourself from his phone earlier that night, reviewed it, and moved to add the name ‘Mikey’ to your contacts, making sure to add a little turtle emoji next to his name.

‘I’m back home. Thanks again for tonight. Talk to you later? :)’

You sent the text and dropped your phone to your chest. Settling back into your pillow and closing your eyes. Then the quick buzz not a moment later caught your attention, and you eagerly checked your messages again.

It was a short and quick confirmation from your boss, making you groan and roll your eyes. But the followup buzz and the message notification at the top of the screen reading ‘Mikey’ had you quickly pulling up the other conversation.

‘Heck yeah dudette!! Glad you made it back safe!! 😀 Lets talk over pizza next time!!’ The message was followed by lots of pizza and heart emojis and a little turtle emoji at the end. You grinned. He sounded exactly the same over text.

‘Pizza it is! :] Let's plan more tomorrow’

Your message was quickly responded to with a myriad of different emojis ranging from fire, winky face, and thumbs up. You chuckled and placed your phone down, satisfied and ready for sleep to consume you. You were grateful. It was a rare thing for you to make new friends in person like this. You were just hoping your lack of energy and mobility wouldn’t be a problem for them. They seemed so strong and energetic, you just hoped you would be able to keep up with them.

You turned on your side and grabbed a stray blanket to throw over yourself, and allowed yourself to go to sleep.

“Dude!!! Look!! She said we could get pizza together!!” Mikey excitedly bounced around clutching his phone on a random rooftop in Brooklyn.

Donnie adjusted his glasses to observe the bright screen in his brother’s hands. “She seems nice.” He offered, looking back up to Leo who was watching the street as a steady flow of people exited a bar.

“Yeah, she does. Just make sure you still run a thorough background check on her when we get home, and forward her info to April just in case.”

“Roger.”

“Can we head back already? My show will be on soon.” Raph complained.

“You know I can just stream Gunsmoke for you anytime, Raph.” Donnie scrunched up his nose as he regarded his brother.

“It’s not the same, I like the commercials.” He quietly grumbled as he stalked over to watch a couple stumble into an alleyway below and turned away when he confirmed their consent.

“Alright, let's head back. Good job tonight team! And Mikey- remember, no personal information until we confirm she’s safe.” Leo said, pointing to his little brother.

“Right!” Mikey stood mock salute, before running off giggling like an excited little girl, brushing past an exasperated looking Donatello.

Raph sighed, slumping his shoulders and breaking into a jog after his little bro with his brothers. “You know he’s not going to shut up about this, right?” He distantly called out as they leapt over rooftops.

A mirrored goan erupted from the other two.

“Don’t remind me.” Donnie called back as he landed on another roof, pressing some buttons to check on the police scanner.

“Guys!!! Maybe I can finally get a girlfriend!!!” Mikey yelled over his shoulder as he kicked off a shed and spun around in a cool flip.

“Shut up Mikey!” They called back in unison.

And they called an end to their night.

The End!

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