#and thank you for the sunshine you brigthen my day too

[pixiegrl]

Sunshine soup and 🌈

:)) thank you darling

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Painted Shell (Mikey x Reader)

My insomnia kept me up last night, so I took the opportunity to think about new short stories. And, heck, I rarely write for Mikey. WHAT A SHAME. Here’s something cute~ Sorry it’s short.

Reader is gender neutral :)

Being friends with Mikey was never a dull affair. He always had something in mind, may it be a joke, an idea for an activity, a compliment, anything! He always brought a bit of sunshine into your day and for that you could only be forever grateful...

Months and months of friendship could only slowly blossom into hidden feelings. Mikey was a flirt by nature, but something was different with you. He wanted to be patient, he wanted to be careful, and especially be there for you. Getting involved into any aspects of your life, as well as you being in his, just meant so much... Of course he couldn’t help falling in love with you!

As for you, diving into those sentiments seemed like an immense task. You obviously felt attraction as well, but as to how to declare your feelings - that’s where you didn’t know how to cross that line.

That is, until you arrived to the Lair one night and saw the perfect opportunity: a blank canvas, a freshly washed shell!

Michelangelo and his brothers liked to paint designs and kanjis on their shells, but those would be short lived as a shower and a good scrub would erase any traces of their art.

“Your shell’s pattern is so nice,” you complimented, walking up behind him and carefully tracing a finger over some plates.

“Thanks, I grew it myself!” said the turtle with a smile.

“No doubt about it, judging by how good it looks.”

His amused chuckle could only make you smile, giving you enough strength to put your plan in motion.

“Hey, would you mind if I painted something on it? ... I’ve always wanted to try.”

His features brigthened as he turned to face you.

“Are you kidding! Of course I wouldn’t mind!” He grabbed your hand, already making way to his room. “I’ve got all the stuff you’d need. Let’s get started!”

How could you ever expect a negative answer from him, anyway? Your heart was thumping loudly, suddenly on a cloud and feeling nervous, although your smile never left your lips.

His room could seem chaotic to some, but for you it was a treasure cove. From collections of various objects to displays of memorabilias, he had everything for anyone’s taste. He was also the keeper of brushes and paint buckets, as he was the auto-proclaimed artist of the family.

“Any colors you want in particular?” he asked, already gathering the needed tools. “I’m really not picky!”

Your thoughts run a mile an hour, trying to come up with something.

“Uhm, maybe some orange, blue, pink, and white?”

“Sounds promising! Let’s get this masterpiece started.”

As you were handed the needed materials, the terrapin next laid on the floor on his stomach, giving you full access to his back. Carefully planning your future strokes, your hand was slightly shaking from excitement up until your brush did its first lick on the mutant’s shell.

You had a specific message in mind you wanted to write, but didn’t want Mikey to guess it right away. So, for every letters you finished painting, you switched colors and added some symbols and drawings here and there all around. You wanted it to be bright and colorful, just as he was...

The turtle kept quiet all the while, only humming by moments as the strokes felt nice against his shell. The relaxation almost brought him to nap, but at the same time he wanted to fully savor this moment. You were so focused and careful, your touch always feeling nice to him.

The final details were put and you stood silent, observing your work. In that moment, the stress had faded away, assured that what you did was the right thing...

“I think it’s over now,” you mumbled, still looking over some details, cocking your head to one side and then the other.

Mikey’s eyes fell on you, eager: “What did you paint?”

You smiled sweetly, extending your hand towards him.

“Hand me your phone, I’ll take a pic to show you.”

He easily did so, the camera turned on. As you took the shot when the turtle was back on his feet, you slightly hesitated to give it back. A slight wince showed on your traits, finally handing the phone to him.

“... I’m sorry if you hate it. We can always wash it off...”

“Nah I’m sure it looks grea-”

His sentence died as he finally looked at the photo. Three words were boldly painted on his shell.

I Love You

Surrounding them were various symbols; hearts, stars, spirals, anything that crossed your mind at that moment. It was colorful and bright, a will to this friendship that was now blooming into something more.

“Is ... is it true?”

His voice brought you back to your sense, your gaze now plunged in this baby blue heaven. You smiled shyly, your hands and fingers carefully fiddling together.

“Yes... but if you don’t feel the same, I’d understand.”

He was silent, still processing it all. The weight of the wait was too much for you, sighing in small panic.

“Look, I’m sorry. Let’s go wash it off and forget I did th-”

“Are you crazy?! I’m never washing that shell again! I love it! I- ... I love you.” he cut.

Your breath got stuck in your troath, your eyes probably as wide as saucers. 

“I’m so glad you feel the same,” continued Mikey, his tone now calm and sweet. He tenderly got a hold of your hands. “You mean the world to me...,” he ended, bringing them to his lips and leaving a soft kiss on your skin.

You thought you’d melt on the spot. Instead you prefered to get closer, your arms carefully hooking around his neck in order to hug him. As fear was washed away, both of you were now smiling, basking in eachother’s glowing presence. After a while though, Mikey dared to ask:

“... Can I paint the same thing on your back?”

“Absolutely,” you answered with a small laugh.