#help why do the Mikey’s look the best drawn??!!

[alitteraladhdmess]

Hi I’m here to take your picture before the competition begins

Lee: Sure thing!! *herds in the others*

Angelo: Alright everyone say “Don’s a sociopathic serial killer who desperately needs therapy and Lee wants his will to live!!” :D

Lee and Don: wait what—

@tmntaucompetition

[httpvomitello]

Can we get some bayverse tmnt comfort please?

Maybe all of them at the same time, not just single head cannons. they are about to knock on the window to readers apartment but they see reader stressing and studying for finals so, they leave before they notice and come back with snacks and a movie.

Absolutely no pressure to do this ask, I love your writing!

Hello, hello! Hope you like it.

(btw, I kind of read the request wrong the first time, and ended up doing it a little differently, sorry! 🫠)

Finals, Friends, and Midnight Snacks *⁠.⁠✧

The turtles rarely ventured to your apartment without some heads-up, but tonight was different. They’d been on patrol, half-bored, half-wired from adrenaline, when Mikey suggested they swing by to surprise you. You'd mentioned something about finals coming up, so it seemed like the perfect excuse to check in and maybe goof off a bit.

When they arrived, slipping through the shadows toward your window, they each prepared to knock, maybe make you jump a bit. But as Leo went to tap the glass, they all paused, taking in the sight on the other side.

You were hunched over a stack of textbooks, looking like you hadn’t moved in hours. Your hair was messier than usual, your face buried in your hands as you studied, brows drawn in frustration. There was a cold cup of coffee beside you, clearly long forgotten. The sigh that escaped your lips looked weary enough to weigh you down even further.

Mikey was the first to react, his expression dropping from excitement to concern as he turned to the others. "Uh, guys...I don’t think now’s the best time."

Leo agreed, nodding and stepping back from the window with a serious look. “She’s really stressing over these finals.”

Raph huffed softly, crossing his arms but keeping his eyes on you. He could be blunt, but even he hated seeing you like this. “She’s practically in zombie mode. I don’t get it... why go that hard for some stupid test?”

Donnie sighed, unable to hide his sympathy. “Because she cares about doing well, Raph. Finals aren’t a joke.”

The four exchanged glances, each thinking about how much they’d wanted to see you, maybe make you smile, only to find you buried in a mountain of notes and responsibilities. There was no way they’d let you stay like this.

“Alright, new plan,” Leo declared quietly. “We come back with supplies, something to help her get through the night.”

Raph raised an eyebrow, trying to hide his own worry behind a scoff. “So… what, we just turn into delivery boys now?”

Leo shrugged with a grin. “If it means she gets a break, then yeah.”

Raph rolled his eyes but didn’t argue, instead muttering a half-hearted, “Fine, but let’s make it fast.”

With that, they melted into the shadows, Leo leading them through the city toward their destination: the perfect supply run.

At the lair, Leo was all business. “ Mikey, you grab any snacks she might like. Donnie, brain food, whatever you can find. Raph, grab some comfort items, maybe a blanket or something.”

Mikey saluted, diving for the snack aisle. He grabbed armfuls of treats, throwing them into a basket. Chips, candy, anything that looked like it could bring a smile to your face. After a moment, he slowed down, his mind returning to the way you’d looked, so exhausted and serious. This wasn’t just about goofing off, he realized; this was about letting you know they were there for you, no matter what.

Meanwhile, Donnie scanned the shelves for anything resembling “brain food.” He knew you well enough to know you’d appreciate the thought, so he made sure to choose carefully, grabbing a few bags of almonds, dark chocolate, and even a couple of healthy energy bars. As he glanced at a box of herbal tea, he picked that up too, maybe it would help you wind down once you finally took a break.

Raph was skeptical at first but softened when he remembered the rougher days he’d had in training and how a little comfort had made all the difference. He ended up grabbing a cozy fleece blanket and some hot cocoa packets, grumbling to himself as he realized how badly he wanted you to be comfortable, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

In no time, they were on their way back, their arms full of items. When they arrived at your window again, they moved carefully, setting everything down.

Mikey took charge of the snacks, arranging them in a small pile on your windowsill, topped with a quick doodle he’d made of himself, Leo, Donnie, and Raph giving you enthusiastic thumbs-ups. He even threw in a cartoon bubble reading, “Good luck, dudette! We got your back!”

Donnie placed his carefully chosen snacks and the herbal tea beside Mikey’s arrangement, tucking in a small note with some quick, helpful study tips he’d jotted down from memory. “Remember to pace yourself! You’ve got this,” it read in his neat handwriting.

Raph, with an eye-roll but a soft smile he tried to hide, placed the blanket and hot cocoa packets near the snacks. He didn’t write a note, but he knew you’d get the message: Take it easy, even if he’d never say it out loud.

And finally, Leo tucked everything into a neat little arrangement, glancing over at you, hoping you’d look up and see the care package before they had to go.

The four of them lingered a moment longer, watching you as you continued to study, unaware of their presence. They couldn’t help but smile as they each thought about what they’d done and how much you meant to them. After a few quiet seconds, Leo signaled for them to leave, and they slipped back into the night, feeling a sense of satisfaction at knowing you’d have something to lift your spirits.

An hour or so later, you looked up from your notes, rubbing your eyes and stretching, feeling every ache from hours of study. Deciding you needed a break, you turned to get some water, only to freeze when you spotted the arrangement on your windowsill.

Your heart skipped a beat as you took it all in: the snacks, the blanket, the tea, and each little personal touch that told you exactly who had left it there.

Mikey’s doodle made you laugh, and Donnie’s note was filled with genuinely helpful advice. You smiled at the cozy blanket, feeling a warmth in your chest that chased away some of the stress you’d been carrying.

You gathered everything and made yourself some hot cocoa, smiling softly as you glanced out the window, wishing you could thank them. But as you wrapped yourself in the blanket and sipped your cocoa, you felt their support, even if they weren’t there in person.

A while later, you sent a selfie to the group that Mikey created, showing you lying in the little nest they prepared for you.

“Thank you, you guys are amazing!”

[theoneandonlyneonleon]

Honey, Honey

Mmmmwah ty @fizzywashere87 for the prompt <333

Fem!Reader x Donnie

I might make a Masc!Reader version at some point

Prompt: Donnie and Reader are slow dancing at a wedding, and they have a deep talk (reader is emotionally constipated btb)

Fluff, minor angst?, happy ending (im terrible at tagging)

Anywhizzle enjoy <333 (+please reblog!)

@nuncscioquidsitamor-14 bc pookie wanted to be tagged <33

Word count: 1,409

The wedding was beautiful. No doubt about it. Mikey did a wonderful job with the floral arrangements, and April and Cass looked absolutely wonderful. And even more, your date. Hot damn.

Donnie didn't really wear clothes all that often, so you had no idea what you were missing out on. But seeing Donnie, all dressed up like that? You nearly lost your damn mind. The black slacks on his long legs, the white button down that he couldn't button all the way, the jacket, all of it.

"Y/N!" You hear a voice call out, and you recognize it as the bride herself, April. "Y/N c'mere!"

You walk over to April and give her a hug.

"April! You look fabulous!" You exclaim, looking at her positively gorgeous dress. "Why thank you~" she says, doing a spin to show it off. "You look great too!" April compliments, and you strike a little pose.

"More importantly," April starts, "Donnie."

You raise an eyebrow at her.

"What about him?" You ask, curious as to what she means.

"I'm talkin about how you're practically drooling every time you look at him" she places her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow at you.

"I cant help it!" You say. "He just looks so goodddd."

"And how long have you been dating for now?" She asks, crossing her arms.

"Uhmmm.... Justttt one or two orrrrrrr eightttttt months?"

"Have you said the 'I love you' yet?"

"Mmmmmmmnnnnooooo?" You say, or rather- ask. Aprils eyes widen and her jaw drops a little.

"Eight months and you haven't said 'I love you'?? Girl-" She starts, ready to lay into you.

"I know I know- I'm emotionally constipated, okay? I'll tell him when I'm ready." She narrows her eyes at you before promptly walking away.

You suddenly hear her in the speakers, announcing something.

"Alright party people! Lets get all those couples out on the dance floor for a slowwww dance" You look at her to find her holding up two thumbs ups pointed in your direction.

Your attention is pulled from April as you hear the familiar sound of your boyfriends voice behind you.

"May I have this dance, darling?" He asks, holding out a hand. You take it and he leads you to the dance floor as some cheesy love song plays.

He places a hand on your waist, you place yours on his shoulder, and you both intertwine fingers best you can. You sway to the beat, not really knowing how to dance.

"You look gorgeous tonight." Donnie says, causing you to blush and look away. You werent the best with taking compliments.

"Look at me, would you?" He requests, squeezing your waist ever so slightly. You still dont, your gaze resting on your hand perched on his shoulder rather than his eyes.

"Is everything alright, darling?" He asks, raising a drawn on eyebrow at you. You shrug, and he momentarily lets go of your waist to gently move your chin so you look at him. You meet his eyes and blush. The corner of his mouth quirks up in a half smile as he cocks his head slightly.

"You okay?" He asks again, waiting for verbal confirmation.

"Yeah.... I'm fine, I just-" you start, averting your gaze once again. He looks at you, waiting for you to finish. Gosh, he was so patient with you. The way he looks at you, everything thing about him, just him. You loved him so much. Now if only you could tell him that.

"I dunno..." Is what you settle on. "Its just a lot, yknow?"

"Are you overstimulated? Too noisy? Too bright? What is it, hon?" He asks, so patient and caring.

"No... Not that." You think carefully for a moment, searching for the right words. "I've been thinking."

"About?" Donatello questions and he spins you gracefully. 'What a talented dancer' you think.

"Us."

Don raises a brow, looking slightly worried for a second. "This isn't you trying to break up with me, is it?"

"Dont worry, its not." You reassure him.

"Relieved sigh. Thats good. I love you so much I don't know what I'd do if you left me." He chuckles, and you almost stop in your tracks, but don't to continue the flow of dancing, causing you to trip over your own feet. Luckily, Donnie holds you up.

"You okay?" He asks, and you half nod, mind occupied by something else. Those three words. The words you had not yet worked up the nerve to say.

He takes note of the expression on your face, and as if he was a mind reader, he says something.

"I imagine this is because I said the 'L' word?"

You glance at April and Cass, then back to him. "Lesbian?"

"No- Love, Y/N. I said I love you." He states, thumb rubbing gently against your waist.

"Right...."

"Yknow typically when someone says 'I love you', you typically say it back." He smirks that adorable smirk you love so much.

"Your hesitation issss...... Quite unnerving, Y/N. Do you not love me back?" You see the worry on his face and quickly deny it.

"What? Nonono- of course I do, Donnie, I just- I don't know how to say it." He looks at you quizzically as you try to explain.

"Its easy. Like this: I love you too, Donatello, love of my life. Simple"

You sigh. "Its not just that easy. I've never been in a relationship this long. Ive never said....... That.... To someone else before."

Donnie, being as sweet as ever, just listens.

"And its not like I dont love you, I definitely do. I guess I'm just scared that- once I say it, this- us, will become real."

He raises an eyebrow.

"Like once I say.... It..... Im admitting to myself that I'm in love with you, and that's only going to make it hurt that much more when this ends."

When you're finished speaking, you look away, trying to swallow the lump building so annoyingly in your throat. His hand releases yours and cups your cheek, brushing his thumb against your skin.

"What makes you think this is gonna end?" He asks, forcing you to look at him. "I dunno..... I just know that one day you'll find someone so much better than me, and you'll leave me behind. They always do."

The look that flashes across Donatellos face is a mixture of melancholy and love.

"Darling..... There is no one in this world I would rather be with. You're not perfect, sure. But neither am i. And I can promise you, that I will not be leaving you any time soon. Y/N I love you, more than anything or anyone, okay? And by Galileo that will never change. Understand? So, take your worries about me finding someome better and throw them out, because I don't want anyone else. I want you."

By the time he finishes you're nearly on the verge of tears. He pulls you closer into an embrace and you resist the urge to bury your face into the crook of his neck.

"God..... You're perfect...." You say quietly. He responds with "I know, dearest."

"I love you, Donatello, love of my life." You tell him, backing up from the embrace to look into his eyes. He smiles that beautiful smile at you.

He says "I love you too, Y/N. More than anything." before he captures your lips in the sweetest, softest kiss you've ever experienced.

The song ends and Mikey comes on the mic.

"Alllllright party people! Time to pump it up!"

The next song starts and you turn to Don once you recognize the opening. He looks at you the same, a grin spreading across his face.

He grabs both you hands and dances with you, singing along to the ABBA song playing over the sound system.

"Honey, honey how you feel me, uh huh. Honey, honey nearly killed me, uh huh. Honey, honey."

You look around, seeing Leo dancing with his boyfriend, April and Cass dancing together, Raph dancing a little on the side, Mikey dancing with himself by the laptop controlling the music, and Donnie. The love of your life, dancing with you, swaying to the music and spinning you around.

In that moment, you knew just how lucky you were. To be a part of a family like this, to have someone like Donatello. There was no where else you'd rather be.

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Since this is named after one of my fave ABBA songs I wanted to include my headcanons for the boys' fave ABBA songs

Raph: SOS

Leo: Dancing Queen

Donnie: Gimme, Gimme, Gimme (Man After Midnight)

Mikey: Lay All Your Love On Me

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Ty for reading! And please please please reblog, my writing won't get shown to people without it. (Reblogging is the very core pillar of Tumblr!)

[mvshr00m-1]

NEW ROTTMNT AU IM MAKING!!!

Okay so hear me out yall... What if the rottmnt turtles were in Pokémon? Had their own Pokémon teams? Etc etc.

Over the past week or so I've been doing a bunnnch of posts on tiktok abt it, and finally have sat down to post the drawings I've done so far here as well!

Designs:

Through these designs I wanted to practice the way I draw clothes, do designs, and ofc colours! Also backgrounds ofc- just everywhere I've been lacking

Also wanted the turtles to all have their own personality and style, while also having small themes and details connecting em together

Even made silly lil designs with the turts with some Pokémon:

Very silly indeed

Never draw like that, nor have drawn Pokémon in ages, but I feel like it turns out alr lol-

In addition I also made full teams for each of the lads! With some little bits of context as to why aswell

(the highlighted names are the mains)

For Mikey it was just mostly food themed Pokémon + electric, cause yellow/orange lol- but at the same time I feel like he would have just a tank of a main, that he would train like fuck (with the help of raph) and the rest of his team, tho not the weakest, is mostly for fun.

Raph would be far have the best trained team, and these would be made of mostly rly big Pokémon, a lot of fire, ground, rock, dragon, fighting, all that sorta stuff- and then he just has one small Pokémon breloom who was probably one of his first Pokémon, and he got attached too and couldn't take out of his team :3

Leo's team, like Mikey, would be mostly for the look- with him having some of the 'prettier' Pokémon, or just blue Pokémon- he would 100% main the big gay looking duck (aka quaquaversal), with the Pokémon colours being simular to Leo's, and just both having a similar vibe- he would also have a abra who is known for their teleportation ability! Also just being really small and cute- (not sure if mystic would exist in this au, but for now I'll say it doesn't unless I state likewise)

Donnies team would, like raph, also be on the stronger side, with his being a lot of psychic, dark, ghost, steel, electric, etc- bro would have one scary ass team lmao. In addition this au's Sheldon would be his shiny rotom, who Donnie would even make little bits of techs and even a robot body Sheldon can possess

Design/drawing of that shown below:

Overall have A LOT of ideas for this au, and I don't think I've ever made a crossover au like this before- always being none for my bad future content/au's lol

[mariusroyale]

tips on how to draw raph? :3

I’m a raph lover but he is so hard to draw 😔

hey an!! listen i get u completely, this big spikey boy can be a real challenge

my main advice would probably be to recognise raph’s structure? his shapes and how he’s formed, etc. and the best way for that imo are references! i have a tag for this actually

and here’s some raph refs!

if u wanna know how to draw the entirety of the best boy this post wouldn’t do it justice so here’s some main things:

if you’re trying to replicate the show’s style keep in mind how angular everything is. raph's main shape is a square because of how bulky and rigid he is (helps to encourage his character's role too! love that they made him such a fucken tank)

raph’s head shape is basically if you widened leo’s head- they’re both pointed too

one main thing i do for any head really is keep in mind the eye placement and the cheeks

if u happen to draw faces with the fabled circle and two lines- i use the horizontal line to mark where the bottom of the eyes are- and where the start of the cheek begins (i’m doing my best not to make this into a ‘now draw the rest of the owl’ moment)

if that makes any sense. heres a really shoddy 'tutorial'

i kinda just blank out on my canvas and raph appears out of sheer will

but also just like.

figure out how you like raph's head to look (maybe u want his snout longer, or his jaw shorter, etc etc)

figure out where his brow ridges are located and how they're moving (is he grumpy? is he angry??)

make a mask for his eyes to go in (jebus take the wheel)

pronounce snout (it protrudes, which makes it easy to figure out his facial planes)

do whatever feels right for his mouth- im not exactly rigid with how i draw as of rn, i just do what feels right

ive drawn raph with a more pronounced snout too, and oscillate between designs if i feel like it (truthfully i also sometimes begin his head shape with a square (i mean if im doing a different style), feel free to do that if it helps i dunno-)

if you want to draw his shell and plastron here’s what i do:

being able to carve out 3D shapes will help a lot with the border of his shell

by blocking out the main shape and then carving away at it you can then see how raph’s shell is structured (just. try decipher my sketch if u can pfghjhj)

for the actual shell itself it’s a lot like mikey and leo’s where it has a big curve and then dips at his midsection (where his belt goes!) also keep in mind the spikes of his shell follow those same curves (ft. dr belle)

with his plastron (chest plate) i basically make sure it’s the same length of his clavicle? the jagged edges of it i mean. it helps a lot to map out where his shoulders meet his arms

(pls keep in mind my art’s inconsistent and i don’t even follow my advice- the hole in his shell changes every time i draw it 💀)

his body shape is also just in general wider and stockier- if i ever see people draw him skinnier than he is you'd be able to hear my soul exiting my body

all of him is wider in general! hes bigger than the rest of his brothers so dont forget to show it instead of just giving him a height difference. he BEEG.

i’m not sure how else to describe the process of drawing him other than just. draw him?? 😅 my best advice would be to draw him repeatedly based on references- and study your favourite raph artists’ way of drawing him (mine would be jacocoon and itz_jazzy_jazzin)

and it helps to study bc it can answer these questions

how do you want to draw him? do you like the way a specific artist stylises his features? do you want him more spikey? more sharp? maybe you want to draw him bigger! (i myself like to give him a tail, extra markings on his spikes + a few scars post movie and his mismatched eyes)

repetition is super important to get it all engrained in your brain- and it’s why i don’t really even use refs for him anymore fldjs

dont forget a very important rule: appreciate the big boy in all his glory

[imashoe69420]

Rise baby! How you doin beautiful person?? Hope good and happy!

Could you (if you want of course) write about the Rise boys reacting to reader (female or neutral,your choise) who show up in the lair with their marks in her body? Like,she painted to look like the Leo red strips and the yellow ones or donnie squares. In Rapha's case probably would be some little spikes draw or sum.

This sounds like so much fun!! I’ll try my best :)

Rise!Bros X Reader Headcannons

Prompt: You draw their markings on yourself to see how they’d react.

Pronouns: Feminine but not mentioned

Relationships: Ambiguous

Requests are open!

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Leo

• He had been training when you entered the lair with his iconic red stripes drawn on your face and a sweater with his yellow markings to compliment.

• At first, he couldn’t find the words to express his flattery. He babbled a few “how”s and “why”s before chuckling awkwardly.

• “Do you like them?” You teased him.

• “‘Do I like them?’” The turtle wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off your feet, spinning you around. “I love them! I mean, if this is what I look like, I look amazing.”

• You two took several pictures together and he wouldn’t stop boasting to his brothers about how good you both looked.

• “Looks like you aren’t my only twin, Dee.” Leo offers his brother a sly smile.

• Donnie grimaced. “That would make us triplets, Leo.”

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Raph

• Raph had been helping you bandage yourself up after a mission when you’d gotten the idea to wrap a spare red cloth about your elbows like he did while the turtle was getting more alcohol wipes.

• When he saw you, he was instantly flattered.

• “Aw, look at you. It’s like a mini-me.” He snicked.

• You flexed the way he often would. “Smashin’ like a boss!” You imitated his boisterous tone.

• He laughed again as he ruffled your hair and returned to tending to your wounds.

• Raph had expected you to take the bandannas off once he’d fixed you up, but you kept them on for the rest of the day.

• Every time you walked into the same room he was in, he would chuckle and you’d flex at him over and over until the red clad turtle begged you to stop in fear that he’d die from flattery and embarrassment.

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Donnie

• It was hard to catch the purple clad turtle away from his lab. And since no one was allowed in Donnie’s lab when he was working, you often didn’t see him.

• Eventually, you caught him in the kitchen making a cup of coffee. You quickly took action and drew his iconic symmetrical markings on your shoulders and thighs.

• When he saw you, he choked on his coffee, sputtering for a couple seconds.

• “Why… did you do that?” He raised an eyebrow after gathering himself.

• You shrugged. “I think they look nice.”

• Donnie’s face remained stoic, but he couldn’t hide the blush showing from underneath his mask.

• “Touching. But there can only be one Donatello.” He urged you to follow him. “Come, come. I’ll help you wash it off.”

• In the lab, Donnie pretends to forget about the markings, quickly busing himself with one of his inventions.

• You’d catch him periodically looking over his shoulder or gazing above his goggles at you.

• He helped you clean the markings off a few hours later.

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Mikey

• Mikey had been skateboarding in the lair when you suddenly appeared before him with his orange spots drawn on your shoulders and upper thighs.

• Although he crashed soon after seeing you, he was thrilled.

• “No way! You look amazing!” He exclaimed. “I-I mean, I look the same—er, we both look amazing!”

• The two of you took so many pictures together that you ran out of storage on your phone.

[mathmusicninja]

Propaganda for the "Wow, What a Coincidence" kids in the @tmntbestsibscompetiton! (see below the cut for a brief explanation of WWAC)

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"I have returned with gifts!" Dee announced as he approached his brothers standing in a huddle in the waiting area, distinct for the fact that they all wore red masks.

"You got presents?" Lee shouted in indignation, snatching the basket from Dee's arms and rifling through it. "Why did you get presents?"

"Because I volunteered to go to the registration booth after you lazy-shells oh-so-graciously declined," Dee snarked back, snatching off a neatly folded letter taped to the side of the basket. "Besides, they aren't all mine. Here, Little Raph, if you would do the honors?"

Little Raph accepted the letter with a smile, unfolded it, and cleared his throat.

"Welcome to the TMNT Best Siblings Competition! We hope you enjoy your stay! You'll find water and refreshments in your welcome basket, along with name badges and a list of other competitors. You will also find various card decks to practice before the official competition begins! The first round will be..."

Little Raph squinted at the paper and hesitated. "Uh, 'you-know'? What's that mean?"

Dee's drawn-on eyebrows scrunched and he took the paper from Little Raph, skimmed until he found the competition name, and gasped, "Egads! We have been neglecting our duties in brotherly education of pop culture! How have you not played Uno yet?"

"Say WHAT?!" Angie shrieked. He grabbed the basket from Lee and upended it, snatching the brand new uno cards still in their pristine red box from the pile and ripping off the plastic seal. "We're playing a round RIGHT NOW!"

Lee took a packet of fruit snacks the pile of gifts and munched on them as his brothers gathered in a circle and sat down. Angie began spreading out the shiny new cards and explaining them to Little Raph, but he paused when he found a few nearly-blank cards.

"What are these...?" Angie mused.

Lee and Dee leaned over each of his shoulders to take a look, and Lee nearly choked on his fruit snacks. "No WAY! We get to make custom draw 25 cards!"

"Excellent!" Dee grinned sharply. "First one: admit Donatellos everywhere are superior or draw 25."

"What? No, that's lame!" Lee snorted, flicking a fruit snack at Dee's forehead. Dee picked it up off the floor and threw it back, and Lee ate it right out of the air with a snap of his beak, making Dee groan That was on the floor in disgust.

Angie ignored them, spreading out the four customizable cards and tapping his chin. "We should make one for 'Talk about how you REALLY feel or draw 25"! Have you seen what we're like across the multiverse? That'd be way more effective!"

"Little Raph doesn't know what draw 25 means," Little Raph shrugged, "but if you think it's a good idea then let's do it!"

A few minutes later, Little Raph and his brothers were all tossing fruit snacks around and eagerly propsing new trick cards for a game he didn't quiet yet understand, and Little Raph could help but smile.

This was gonna be a blast.

Wwac premise: the 03 guys each raised one if the Rise kids after they all got separated across the multiverse. Then one year, they all happened to send their kids to the same summer camp in the rottmnt Hidden City. The kids get assigned to the same cabin, the Red Ninjas, which is why they all wear red masks during camp. It takes a matter of hours before the kids realized they're brother/cousins, and things spiral from there. Read the complete fic on AO3 here!

Little Raph - Raised by 03 Leo in Fuedal Japan until he was 10, then lived in the Hidden City in Rise

Lee - Raised by 03 Mikey in Rise

Dee - Raised by 03 Raph in various universes, never staying in one place for too long

Angie - Raised by 03 Donnie in the 03 world but also regularly traveled to other universes with his dad looking for the others

[mythica0]

Bubbly

🎂: ROTTMNT

🧁: Donnie (again - lol)

🍫: Mikey, Leo

Summary: Donnie needs to smile more! So, his sunshine brothers help him stop thinking and replace it with pure, bubbly laughter.

A/N: I really like the idea that Leo and Mikey just one day decide Donnie dosent smile enough and decide to fix that. :) This takes place post-movie. I don’t think there are army spoilers, but take this as your warning just in case

Bubbly

The Hamato brothers were sitting in the lair, hanging out.

It was just them today, as the humans were up on the surface doing human things. (I.e preparing Casey for school and life outside of apocalypse)

They were playing some games with eachother, laughing and generally having a good time. Almost all of them had smiles on their faces.

Almost. Donnie looked as stoic as ever. Staring into space as if lost in thought.

Leo rolled his eyes a little ‘he’s probably overthinking one thing or another’

Mikey also saw issue with this. Everything was fine, the day was bright! And yet here was his purple-clad brother, drawn-on brows furrowed and a slight frown plastered on.

After another round of games and some light hearted banter, Leo finally spoke up.

“Yo, DonTon, don’t you ever get tired of overthinking everything?”

This seemed to snap the Soft shell out of a trance .

“Huh? What are you talking abou-“

Mikey cut him off, “yeah! You need to smile more! Stop looking so grumpy!”

“What he said!” Leo agreed, before continuing

“you almost never smile, and when you do it’s usually at someone else’s expense. Can’t you be genuinely happy for once?”

Raph looked on with a slight find look. He knew where this was going. Best to leave them to it.

Donnie’s brow furrowed further at the words. ‘What the heck are they talking about? I mean yeah, it’s true I have a stoic appearance, but that dosent mean anything!’

His train of thoughts quickly spiraled into ‘buts-‘ and ‘what ifs?’

Leo sighed and internally rolled his eyes. ‘Classic Donnie overthink’ before he spoke .

“That’s it. No more thinking for you, mister.”

And he pulled Donnie down to the floor, subtly motioning for Mikey to join him.

The youngest turtle instantly complied, coming over and kneeling next to the twins.

“What- Nardo?” Donnie asked startled.

Leo then quickly began to scribble against Donnie’s sides and ribs, repeating his previous sentiment.

“You think too much! You need to stop thinking and just laugh and smile for a while!” (A/N: hehe Ryhmes!)

Mikey nodded and hummed in confirmation. He couldn’t agree more!

Soon enough, he joined in on the tickle-party. Tracing along his older brother’s plastron and shell.

It was then that Donnie really regretted leaving his Battle shell in his lab for the cleaning process. Even though it was only light tracing and scribbles, His shell was an absolute death spot.

He broke down into hysterical giggles, not fighting back and just going limp.

As the sunshine brothers had hoped, all thoughts left the Tech-wiz’s mind. They were all replaced with just one little thought circling over and over in his head.

‘That tickles so bad!’ Bubbly laughter poured out of him nonstop.

The smile the others had wanted to see was spread wide across Don’s face, eyes squeezed shut as he laughed.

He was actually having fun! Although he wouldn’t admit it, even to himself.

Not that he could anyway, with his brain being turned to mush.

He couldn’t even speak, all that came out of his mouth when he tried were frantic cackles.

After about a minute, when Donnie started wheezing, the two attackers took the sign to stop.

Leo brought him some water as Mikey rubbed away ghost tickles.

Donnie mean while, was still panting out little giggles, a wide, cheerful smile stuck to him.

“Well, look who we made into soap!” Leo called.

At the others confused glances, he finished his joke.

“Why else would he be all bubbly?”

———THE END————————————————

[boots-with-the-fur-club]

Chapter 10 of the reincarnation au!

@daboyau

@rottmnt-background-screenshots

Surprisingly, no memory filled dreams happened that night.

The turtles and Splinter woke up mostly peacefully. It was later in the day since they stayed up most of the night.

The time difference was pretty rough but they were trying to handle that as best they could.

Leo portaled in some food and a pot for Mikey to make some breakfast over a fire they made outside. They had grilled fish and some rice, something they’d eat a lot of in their past lives.

Splinter joined them in the nostalgia over the meal. Even though the last time he had it wasn’t actually in a different lifetime, it might as well have been.

So much has changed since then.

He was never really planning on coming back, let alone bringing his sons along. There were too many painful memories he really didn’t want to revisit.

This wasn’t about him though. As much as those memories hurt them, there were a lot more painful memories awaiting his boys.

If he could help him through them then he would.

“What are you all planning on doing now that we are here?”

“I was thinking we should find some museums.” Leo answers.

Everyone stares at him in surprise.

“To see if our stuff is there! Just because we’ve had past lives doesn’t mean I like learning. In fact, if I ever say I actually want to go to a museum that isn’t magic or about Jupiter Jim, assume I’m a clone.”

“That makes a lot more sense.” Donnie deadpans.

“We should go to whatever museum here sent the key to the New York museum. If they had that, they probably have our stuff too. Or at least know where it’s at.” Raph suggests.

“I wonder why the museum sent it in the first place. I know they called it cursed, but what could the key have done?” Mikey questions.

“Guess we’re going to find out. Ikuzo, mis hermanos!” Leo holds up his sword.

“As much as I’d love to encourage your newfound trilingualness, we still have to use disguises. I doubt Japan is any better than New York with dealing with our green complexion.” Donnie makes him lower the sword.

“Blue, come with me to the lair for a bit. I have an idea.” Splinter looks at him.

“You’ve got it!” Leo portals the both of them away.

Eventually they come back, Leo lands dramatically in a brand new outfit.

He wore tabi socks and wooden sandals with blue straps.

His matching blue kimono had a red wrap around his waist and yellow stripes on the sleeves.

His brothers stare in awe.

“Dad made them for all of us!” Leo tosses the kimonos at his brothers.

They quickly get dressed.

Donnie had a purple kimono with black blocks etched all over.

Mikey wore a yellow kimono with orange spots.

Raph got a red kimono some tiger patches sewn on.

“Thanks, pops. I really appreciate it.”

Splinter smiles at him.

“You’re welcome, my son. I will take on my radical teen disguise. I will be just one of the gang.”

“These take care of our lack of clothes, but not the green skin.” Donnie says as he looks at his clothes more.

Leo holds out some wide brimmed straw hats in front of them.

“No, but these do! Now let’s get to that museum before it closes. You can thank me later for finding out which one it was later.“

After completing their disguises, Leo portaled them to near where the museum was.

Luckily for them they came at a time where after waiting about 20 minutes, it was free to enter.

They began looking all over the different exhibits. Seeing the tools and items from 1,000 years ago brought both a sense of familiarity and foreignness.

Sure they had seen it all the time in their memories, but back then they were brand new. Now they could see just how much they aged.

The time they had been alive before was so far behind them.

Slowly, and really without realizing it, they began to drift apart to different areas of the museum.

Raph found himself standing and staring up at a case holding pieces of something. His eyes are drawn back down to the plaque in front of it.

He didn’t need to read it to know what the pieces were of.

His heart ached. Sure it had broken a few times and was always replaced, but something told him that this mask had been the last.

Aoi wasn’t there to get Tora a new one.

She could have bought her own. He knew it wouldn’t be the same. The mask itself was never really what she was attached to.

He feels a gentle bump to his arm and glances downwards.

His eyes widen when he sees Leo holding up a mask that looked very similar to the one that was currently shattered.

“Guess what I found in the gift shop! I had to hold like 50 of these to get to the biggest one in the back.”

Raph kneels down and takes it. He couldn’t help but match the big grin spread across Leo’s face.

For a moment he sees Aoi in his place, holding out that mask for the first time. Their smiles never changed from one life to the other.

“Thanks, Leo.”

“Anytime, imōto-uh, I mean, aniki, I mean-! Ugh, you know what I mean.”

Raph chuckles.

“Doesn’t matter what you call me. Family means family.”

“Speaking of family, any idea where Donnie and Mikey went? I know dad left to go grab us lunch.”

“No idea. Must have found something pretty interesting.”

Mikey and Donnie had found each other as well, in more ways that one.

“…..Donnie?”

“I know, Mikey. I know.”

They looked at the ancient pieces of clothing that slightly matched the kimonos they were currently wearing.

The ones behind the glass were torn, not because of age or time, but clearly from something purposeful.

Kosuke’s clothing had medium sized holes singed into the arms and legs.

The entirety of the back of Tomo’s top was just….gone. The fabric around it seemed torn to shreds.

There were rectangular pieces missing as well in the same areas as Kosuke’s.

“Do you think….we were together when it happened?” Mikey questions despite knowing the answer deep down.

“Yes.” Donnie lies.

Mikey appreciates it.

They decide to meet back up with the others.

The four of them are at the entrance to the museum again soon enough.

Splinter calls to them from outside to tell them that he got the food.

They all leave together and find somewhere to sit down and eat.

The plan after that is to do some sightseeing using the portals.

Whenever Aoi wanted them to go would probably rev up some memories.

The portals mainly landed them in older villages at first.

Each of this towns had some sort of inscription somewhere about warriors that arrived in their time of need.

After Tomo and Aoi got their powers, it didn’t take long for Tora and Kosuke to get them too.

The memories they saw in those villages showed them that.

For Leo and Donnie, there was some kind of pride at seeing Tora and Kosuke….grow.

It was probably more Aoi and Tomo’s feelings though.

It was hard enough surviving childhood with what they had.

Getting to their teen years? A miracle.

Being in their 20s seemed impossible.

They still made it, though.

Raph couldn’t help but be so happy about them all being heroes.

He knew eventually they’d be the great mystic warriors that their dad talked about, but this sort of journey was what he always dreamed of.

He dreamt it less when being a hero meant losing a brother, or brothers.

Still….the looks on their previous lives’ faces was so endearing. They loved helping people.

Despite everything they went through, they somehow managed to keep being kids.

It was nice.

The last place they decided to go to had way more people.

It was also filled with a lot more things than the long abandoned villages. It reminded them a lot of New York.

Bright lights, loud noises, the works.

The group kept taking pictures of themselves indulging in whatever was around.

The food stands, the stores filled with plushies, the high tech advertisements.

Donnie lifted up his phone to take a selfie in front of a Hatsune Miku billboard when he noticed something orange rush by.

“Mikey? Where are you going!?”

“I see Tora!”

Donnie quickly started running after him.

“There is no need to chase a memory! Just ignore it!”

“What if it’s important!?”

“I guarantee it’s not important enough for this! Stop already!”

“I want to know where she’s going!”

“Mikey!”

“Almost-!” He reaches his hand out.

“MIKEY!”

Donnie pulls him back hard enough for his hat to go flying off.

The hat lands in the street in front of him, almost immediately getting crushed flat by a speeding car.

Donnie held Mikey to himself as close as he could.

Mikey stared in shock at the fact that he could have been in the place of that hat.

Donnie breathes heavily and tries not to think about how if he was just a little slower his baby brother would be gone all over again.

…..Again?

Oh god.

The others run over.

“Mikey! Donnie! What happened!?” Raph kneels down to make sure they’re both okay.

“I….I almost ran into the road….” Mikey answers.

“You what!?“ Splinter shouts in a panic.

“I saw Tora-“

“And you just took off!?” Leo interrupts.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time!”

Splinter sees the crowd of people staring at them.

“Boys, we should be getting home now.”

Raph sees this this as well and ushers everyone back through the crowd.

Once they’re out of view enough Leo portals them back to the house.

It’s only then that Mikey leaves Donnie’s hold.

“Okay, so maybe that wasn’t my best idea….but I just wasn’t thinking.”

“I’ll say, that’s the dumbest dumb dumb thing I have ever seen anyone do.” Donnie crosses his arms.

“I’m sorry! I already feel dumb, you don’t have to say it….”

“No! I do have to say it! I tried to stop you! You weren’t just not thinking, you ignored me on purpose!”

“Donnie, I said I was sorry-“

“You never get it! Like when you kept trying to use your magic hands when you knew our ninpo was gone!”

“It worked eventually!”

“Only after we got it back! That’s exactly what I’m talking about! Why do you keep doing things without even giving one second to think about it!?”

“Donnie! Aren’t you going just a little too far!?” Leo gets between them.

Donnie frowns deeply and takes a breath to start up again, but as he sees the tears starting in Mikey’s eyes it dies on his tongue.

“I’m going to bed.” He rushes past everyone to another room.

Mikey tries to follow him but Splinter stops him.

“Orange, I know you want to fix this, but some things need time to settle before you can attempt a repair.”

Mikey sighs heavily.

“But he’s going to sleep angry, we’re never supposed to do that.”

“Sometimes forcing a reconciliation will just create more anger. Don’t worry. Perhaps in the morning Donatello will want to talk.”

Mikey whimpers slightly but nods in understanding.

Leo fixes up their sleeping space and everyone, excluding Donnie, sleeps together in the room.

Or attempts to.

Raph wrapped himself around them all closely, protectively.

Mikey opened his eyes and stares up at the ceiling.

Despite the warmth all around him and the ever comforting rumble of Raph’s snores, he was absolutely restless.

Donnie was missing and it bothered him to no end.

He eventually knows that he will not be getting to sleep unless he does something. So, he carefully slips out of Raph’s hold and sneaks into the room Donnie is sleeping in.

Mikey frowns as he sees him curled up, probably cold.

He quietly walks over to him and lays down next to him. He’s worried that if he touches him he’ll wake up and kick him out of the room.

To his surprise, he gets grabbed and pulled to Donnie’s plastron.

Mikey smiles and snuggles into him.

He’s asleep within minutes.

[wandering-ghost]

Atomic pets au propaganda!!

Writing propaganda for the @tmnt-crossover-polls in happy to have finished this, it was fun and I want to do more! \*^o^*/

The portal that opened under mikey was not the familiar blue he was used to, but a part of him still blamed Leo for being unceremoniously taken away from his spray paint and being plunged into an unknown location.

He landed on a soft plush chair with a small ‘oomph’ and a small letter slowly drifting down onto his lap. He picked it up and read through it.

‘Welcome to the tmnt-crossover-poll, you have been selected to be one of the lucky contestants to be in the competition! The theme will be musical based, so pick a song with your teammates and practice practice practice! Good luck, have fun, and enjoy the competition!’

“Teammates?” He mumbled, at that same moment his brothers landed in a chair of their own, some more gracefully than others. “LEO!!!!” Donnie screeched, glaring daggers at the red eared slider, “It wasn’t me this time I swear!!!” Leo squawked, flailing his arms as Donnie bolted towards him.

“Ok that’s enough!” Raph roared, grabbing Donnie by the shell as he hissed and tried to claw at Leo who was now hiding behind Raph and blowing raspberries at his twin. Mikey did his best to stifle his laughter as Raph threw his head back with a sigh, already tired of their shenanigans.

“Hey guys! Look at this!” Mikey quealed, holding out the letter for his brothers to read. They skimmed through the letter before finally taking in their surroundings.

They stood in the middle of rows filled with many seats, some oddly big and others more regularly sized. The walls were lined with lights that illuminated the area in a royal yellow. Across from them stood a giant theater with its curtain drawn open to reveal its participants.

They stood in silence for a few seconds, absorbing their current situation.

“WE’RE IN A THEATER?!?!?!?!”

“WE’RE IN ANOTHER COMPETITION?!?!?!”

“WHY THE FUCK IS THAT DUDE SO BIG?!?!”

“Hey, do you guys know where the plug is? my phone is about to die.”

The three looked at Donnie with a deadpan expression, he looked up at them from his phone with a shrug before going back to look at his phone, “my phone is about to die and it needs charging asap.” He simply said. Raph immediately dropped him, getting a startled yelp out of donnie before quickly returning his attention to his phone.

“Soooo… What do we do?” Raph asked, Mikey and Leo looked at each other before looking at Raph and shrugging. “I don’t know… we could…-” before Mikey continued he noticed a sticker on Raph’s shell and inspected it closely. “Atomic pets?” He mumbled, “but we don’t have any OH ME GOSH PICO!!!” Mikey screeched, flailing around the seats and hopping over some in hopes of finding his beloved pet lizard.

“PICOOOOO!!!!” Mikey screeched off the top of his lungs, Raph covered his mouth with his hand to shush him. “Leo help Mikey find pico, you guys check backstage and me and Donnie-” “but my phone-” “me and Donnie,” he gritted out, “will check the lobby, got it?” Leo nodded along with Mikey, Leo removed Raph’s hand from Mikey’s mouth and grabbed his hand, “come on Angelo, let’s go find your weird dog.” Leo said, pulling Mikey to the stage, “he’s not a dog.” Mikey mumbled, “well he sure acts like one.” Leo said, his voice fading with distance.

Raph sighed, “ok, let’s go check- what?” He looked around him, Donnie nowhere in sight. “What the-? Donnie?!” Raph checked around the chairs before finding his purple obsessed brother leaving to the halls. He sagged a bit before chasing after him.

This was going to be eventful.

[ducknotinarow]

[Rasey 2k12] “You make me happy”

| Send you make me happy for my muses reaction

Raph had made sure to check it was just Casey and his sister inside, so he knocked on the window and Casey let him in seeming confused. Raph hadn't made any mentioned of dropping by to see him tonight after all. Raphael made his way in and gave no rhythm or reason for why he was here. Sure that the conclusion could drawn that something had gone wrong. That he had been spotted and needed to lie low a moment. Maybe he got hurt, Raph eyed Angel from behind his boyfriend and from Casey's look of confused concern and her smile at him being here. He smiled softly, before shifting green eyes over to Casey.

"An' what makes ya think I'm here for you, uh?" Raph questions towards his boyfriend playful smirk to his beak before he moves past them and makes way to Angel, kneeling down so he can have a better look at her. "I'm clearly here to see Angel. Jeez, can you believe him?" He's joking as he directs his attention to Angel now. He says gesturing with a bit of a nod of his head back towards Casey. "Man he's bein' lame again I take it?" Talking as if Casey wasn't standing in the room right now. But after a bit it was decided he was going to get roped into more 'salon' game of her well Casey was able to actually get some homework done. Nothing out of the norm Raph had helped out many times before. The only odd thing here was it wasn't planned or mentioned before.

Raph's whole mood seemed to shift the second he crawled through the window of the Jone's home. As he and Angel left, Raph let the feeling take him. It's why he came here somewhere he felt accepted, understood and mostly wanted. Angel seemed to like him plenty, enough to insist on painting his nails and such and well sometimes there was a bit of fight today when she went to set up her lip gloss as well asking about it he just shrugged "Go wild kid anything ya wanna do." Maybe it was a Jones thing he thought sitting down and letting her get to work. Sure Angel was a bit surprised the first time she saw him but she never.

Raph closed his eyes trying to push that away but it was to fresh in his mind, too normal of a occurence.

---

The women's voice was shrill and loud as she shrieked out Raphael and his brothers all flinched at the sound, that hearing of their could sometimes be a cruse. Raph gritted his teeth and step forward a bit she screamed louder about four turtles who saved her than she had towards the humans who were trying to actually hurt her. You could hear it no more like feel it in the echo of her screams. Freaks, monsters, mutants!

Raphael could see it in her eyes, hear it's in voice, he could feel how she looked at them all now him as he near acted to take the bulk of her fear. Hand holding out her stupid ugly purse she had enough sense to grab that before she took off running and crying about the monsters. His brothers all seemed to just let out a shallow sigh. As if sticking to the act an routine they always did. Leo said it best they find it humans treat them better when they can't see them. A hand on his shoulder as Raph looked back at his brothers. They should be used it by now was the shared expression between them. Raph just fixing his beak into a fine line as he looked away. Leo made mention of calling it a night and Mikey and Don seemed fine with a early night. They looked to Raph who seemed to mull the idea over.

"I'll catch up with ya guys later, just need some air." Raph excused as he shrugged the hand off his shoulder. They didn't need to share a single word from there they all understood and left him with smiles before climbing down into the sewer near by. Raphael waited before he started to scale up the near by fire escape there was only one other place he didn't feel as he did now and that was where he wanted to be more than anywhere after the little run in.

He could still hear that women's fear in her voice, how her screeching seemed to ring out into his ears. He could feel it through his bones he swore. Yeah he shouldn't be surprised. When humans saw them it was often meant with shock like that. Well most humans. -----

Angel trucked out for the night from the sounds of it as Raph was now sat at the kitchen table with Casey. When he told Angel she could go wild man did she take him up on it. Working on getting the gunk off his face now. Raphael had a lot of time to think about what happened before his sudden visit it stung less though. Casey seemed in a good mood right now though, Raph eyeing over the stack of homework looked like worksheets had been filled out. How anyone could read that mess was a mystery to him though. Raph planned to leave here soon but figured with Angel sleeping now he could at least get in some time with Casey as they went to finish up what they had going next. Something for English maybe, cause now his hand writing was looking nicer. He wasn't out right reading, hard from where he sat anyway just noticing it as he lowered his head to rest on the table. Listening to pencil gliding over paper. it was calming. Like when Angel talked his ear off earlier. Again he found himself letting his smile soften as he just soaked it in a moment.

To Casey this was normal, to Angel maybe even. Having this guest at their place a freak, a monster a mutant. That women's words stung and they shouldn't. Raphael had been called worse, but the look in her eyes. Fear and hate. He had been stared down with gazes of killing intent and yet that never made him flinched. Least the bad guys didn't wanna kill him just because he was a mutan.

That was the thing he didn't like to admit, even to himself but it was all he could think of after it happened. How Casey just made him feel accepted. Casey never made him feel like a monster, he was crazy enough that he may very well like that Raph was different. They did pride themself in being a quote on quote monster fucker after all. Raphael was also wanted, from how Casey's hazel eyes softened every time they paid a glance his way just now, Raph held the same smile before no words given as Casey went back to work clearly distracted by his boyfriend being near by. Maybe Raph should head home now?

Moving to sit up as he was going to give a good bye and push again the table. Casey's voice broke him out of the little daze as he lifted his head up slightly to look at them

“You make me happy”

Raph didn't say a word back instead he let the blush on his face speak for him. Because Casey also made Raphael feel needed. Raph didn't like admitting any of that because he needed it too. It meant he trusted someone with a very important part of himself, He relied on Casey to keep this safe when he couldn't do it himself. And that was terrifying to the turtle. How much he wanted that needed it. Better said how much he wanted Casey and needed them sometimes he wasn't sure which of those was worse to admit to. Raph looked at how Casey looked at him, they didn't know why he came here. But they didn't need to part of him wondered if Casey could tell Raph needed to hide and picked here of all places. He..needed Casey in that moment so he ran to Casey.

Raph started to settle back into his place at the table letting his head fall into his arms trying to hiding how deep the shade of red was getting on his face. "Shut up and do you're homework sap." was all he said against his burning smile, as he lets his eyes peek up at them. Casey Jones was a lot of things. Crazy, dangerous a little mad but Casey wasn't bad. Even the few time he let the thought of how better a life Casey might have if he was dating a human that always jolted jealousy in him. Reaching over so he could just hold in the the sleeve of their shirt. he wanted their hand but they were writing so he just let his arm hand in the air as Casey's arm was moving.

"hey Case?" he asked softly letting his head roll to the side as he looked up at them " I love you." He sits there a bit longer just letting that sit between them ain't first time he said it but the way he did for sure was different. Wanting a second to admire everything about his boyfriend. Before he finally sat up to lean back in his chair. Attitude on full display as he huffed

"so get this my brothers an' I were out earlier runnin' on a patrol we hear some women gettin' mugged so we go an' -" Raphael went to tell Casey about the women that they helped that night, even admitting to how she made them all feel after, not like he was going to pour out how it hurt. But Raphael had a feeling Casey would see past his act of being annoyed by her screaming and see that it effected him, and that was why he came here.

[meowdarame]

“you’re just a big baby.”

pairings: mikey x gn!reader, draken x gn!reader, hanma x gn!reader, izana x gn!reader, kisaki x gn!reader

warnings: pure fluff! (mentions of food in mikey’s, some cursing in draken’s, and some suggestive themes in hanma’s)

notes: i’m honestly not doing the best mentally so i wanted to write some fluff to cope. of course i had to add some of my favs hehe. i hope you enjoy :,) (also tagging @sanrionymph bc coco asked me to!!)

sano “mikey” manjiro

“i can’t believe this!” mikey huffs once the waiter is out of earshot. he juts his lip out, forming a cute little pout that some may think is uncharacteristically childish for the commander of tokyo’s most notorious gang— but it’s a pout that you love nonetheless. you think it’s funny that despite him being twelve years older than when you first met, he still gets upset when a café messes up his order and forgets the bright red maraschino cherry on top of his ice cream sundae. “babe, it’ll be alright,” you try to reassure him, but a long drawn-out whine interrupts your sentence. “but baaabe,” he drawls, “you don’t understand! the cherry is the best part!” you playfully roll your eyes before plopping the cherry from your sundae onto his, eliciting a delighted gasp from your boyfriend. as he begins to scarf down the sweet treat, you lean your head on your palm and sigh, “you’re still just a big baby, aren’t you mikey?”

ryuguji “draken” ken

draken shuffles out of the bathroom into your shared bedroom. his usual thundering footsteps are meeker now, and the gentle scuffling of his bare feet tell you everything you need to know— he’s about to ask a favor of you. “love?” he shyly asks, peeking his eyes around the corner of the doorway. “hm?” you reply, barely looking up from the page you’re reading. his voice is even softer when he continues, “can you help me untangle my hair?” when you nod your head, draken’s tall figure fully comes into the doorframe, and now you understand why he’s so embarrassed. the brush was completely stuck to his dark locks. you have to cover your mouth with the back of your hand to stifle to cackle that threatens to escape from your mouth. “what the hell, ken? how’d you even get it that stuck!” your husband tsks at your teasing. “fine, i’ll just shave off all my hair then—” “wait!” you interrupt, motioning for him to sit down on the bed next to you. you start to carefully pluck his strands from the bristles of the brush one by one, until one particular lock of hair causes him to let out a curse. “fuck that hurt! are ya tryna make me go bald?” you shush him while your fingers massage the area of his scalp that hurt, “quit being such a big baby, ken. we all know you’d be equally as handsome if you were bald.”

hanma shuji

“just one more, pleaseee!” hanma whines as you try to push him off. “shu, you said that five kisses ago! let me go; i’m gonna be late for work!” despite your protests, his lanky arms cage you in between his body and the wall, and you know that trying to escape his grasp is futile— his reflexes are far too fast and he’d just entrap you once again. “it’s not fair,” he pouts, “those damn kids get to spend like 8 hours a day with you, hoggin’ up all your time!” you giggle at your boyfriend’s cuteness— only he would get jealous of literal school children. “babe, i’m a teacher. it’s my job to hang out with kids all day.” he rolls his eyes and scoffs, “doesn’t matter. i’ll take on a hundred school children if it means i get to spend more time with you!” you raise your eyebrows at him, playfully scolding him, “shuji, don’t you dare. leave your days fighting kids to when you were sixteen— pick on someone your own size, ya big baby!” hanma leans in closer, the intoxicating smell of his cologne filling your nose as he whispers, “if i’m such a big baby, then why were you calling me ‘daddy’ all last night?”

kurokawa izana

izana pulls back the covers before sliding into bed next to you. after a long night of committing morally reprehensible crimes— bloodying his hands to strengthen the most powerful gang all of japan has ever seen— nothing compares to the stark contrast of being able to come home to you and bask in your warmth. you shuffle when you feel the mattress dip next to you, your half-awake figure mumbling something along the lines of “oh you’re back, ‘zana.” you wait for him to turn and drape his arm around you, but instead you feel his back pressed flush against yours. “wanna be the little spoon,” he drowsily whispers. you sigh dreamily, obliging your boyfriend. you turn around and wrap your arm around his waist, softly murmuring, “for a big bad gangster you’re such a big baby, ‘zana. it’s cute.” he chuckles to himself before joining you in a much needed good night’s sleep.

kisaki tetta

your limbs are entangled in one another on kisaki’s expensive linen couch while watching some obscure foreign film from the 1940s. as you lie there, your head pressed against his chest, his forefinger idly traces hearts on the back of your neck, tickling the hairs of your nape and sending tingles up and down your spine. these calm date-nights-in have been a common occurrence throughout the duration of your relationship, but what you say next completely throws him off. “you know, tetta, everyone in japan is absolutely terrified of you, but you’re just a big baby on the inside.” what did you just say? did you just insult him? call him weak? compare him to a literal child? he’s shocked by your boldness and his jaw goes slack, but before he can even respond, you lift your head and stare up at him with bright eyes full of unadulterated love. “i’m glad i’m the only person who gets to see this side of you. i absolutely adore it.” and with your sweet words, his face softens, and he presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head before returning his eyes to the flickering black and white screen.

[gravesightings]

Can you do slashers with s/o that draws/takes Polaroid's of themselves naked? If not plez ignore

sure thing! here you go.

slashers with a s/o that takes polaroids of themselves naked.

Asa Emory / The Collector

UPSET. but not really.

he’ll be taking these, thank you very much.

confiscates your pictures but not your polaroid.

all your photos mysteriously disappear over time.

why are you asking him? aren’t you supposed to be careful? tsk, tsk. what if somebody else finds them? what’ll you do then, hmm?

scolds you for taking them but keeps them all for himself.

naughty. uses your presumably lost photos as an excuse to punish you.

Billy Lenz

also steals them but he won’t care if you find out.

has them taped at a particular nook of the attic where he sleeps.

why are you so surprised? ...are you seriously asking him why it’s there?

volunteers to take photos of you next time. he’s pretty bad at it though. his angles are weird and it’s usually out of focus.

can you blame him? he’s too focused in trying not to touch himself right then and there.

displays all his bad photography too.

Bo Sinclair

"aw, for me? you shouldn’t have.”

regardless if you told him or not, he’s going to take them from you.

bo will be a lot more lewd. he’s much more likely to whisper obscenities in your ear; how filthy you are, what he’s planning on doing to you - all down to the smallest detail.

gets creative with the nicknames ranging from sweetheart to cockslut. turns out your photos are very inspiring.

has a collection of your photos up at a designated wall of his “dungeon.”

would definitely take polaroids of you two having sex. (this will also go on the wall.)

Brahms Heelshire

same hat!! also steals them and doesn’t care if you find out.

oh these are definitely going up on his wall! riiiiiight next to his bed.

fuck yeah he jacks off to your photos. constantly. and what about it?

confront him and he’ll pull an uno reverse card on you.

so why is it that you have such lewd photos, hmm? tsk tsk. naughty. he just can’t help himself. maybe he should punish you too?

if you ask him he’ll definitely agree to be your photographer.

the photos turns out amazing. what else do you expect from a voyeur? he knows all your good angles.

Bubba Sawyer

!!!!!!! boner.

thinks it’s hot but has a million questions. who took these? you? what do you mean it’s for him???? OH YOU MEAN-

graciously accepts them and tries his very best to keep it between the two of you.

he’s not a fan of the idea because he hates the thought of anyone else seeing you like this. (especially the rest of the sawyers)

sees it as a romantic gesture and looks at the photos whenever he’s missing you. (which is pretty often.)

oh WHOOPS now he’s horny again. rushes over back to you.

this will be a common occurence. please help this poor man.

Jason Voorhees

!!!! o...oh my god ????!!

jason.exe has stopped working. you’ve done it, you’ve broken jason.

why do you have these and why are you naked? is completely rock hard at the moment and dying of embarrassment.

has a complete mental breakdown in front of you and it will only get worse if you offer the photos to him.

please help him regain his sanity again before anything else.

very against them but it’s pretty easy to convince him otherwise.

too paranoid to leave it elsewhere so he keeps it in his shirt pocket.

no more taking photos, okay? wags finger at you. please? for his health?

Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull

ooh, naughty. loves what he sees and asks for them like a proper gentleman. (if you say no he’s still gonna take them though.)

big fan. very eager to help you in any way.

need a new camera? here’s the latest model. why not try his camcorder next? wink wink.

more into videos than photos but it’s still right up his alley nonetheless.

similar to bubba, he hates the idea of anyone else seeing you like this, so he’s very careful where he places all your photos.

definitely not on display. has it locked away somewhere and secured with a passcode.

Michael Myers

cool, thanks. oh were you just showing it to him? too bad, it’s his now.

practically snatches it from your hands. if you’re much smaller than he is, you’re going to have a bad time. this bastard will toy with you.

has a stash of a variety of your things (one of which may or may not be a pair of used underwear) buried somewhere. your photos will end up there as well.

now that he’s secured his collectibles, there’s now a new objective: screwing with you. both literally and figuratively.

mikey here would feign innocence at your missing polaroid, only to whip it out while he’s plowing you from behind.

takes more photos of you after he’s filled you up nicely. does it again the next time, and again, and again -- you’re never getting your polaroid back.

Thomas Hewitt

!!!!!!!!! just stares at the photos wide-eyed. instantly at full mast.

congrats, you’ve also broken thomas! he recovers faster than jason though and he’s not as shy to accept them.

tries to play it cool and just stuffs them in his apron. pretends like it’s a normal thing and just carries on with his tasks.

secretly he is freaking the fuck out !!! you just gave him your nudes! this might be the only time you see him mess up some of his chores.

makes sure he’s at a very secluded place before looking at them again. could he have imagined the whole thing? continues freaking out again as soon as he checks.

treasures the photos. kind of sappy? yeah his dick is hard but you know what else? his heart grew three sizes.

Vincent Sinclair

....... sharp inhale.

i... it’s for him? another sharp inhale. are you sure? proceeds to freak out internally.

thanks you. yes, you heard him right. vincent sinclair is the type of man to thank you for giving him your nudes.

super flustered and will only look at them once you leave.

another paranoid that has a super secret place to keep your photos. checks on them often to make sure they’re all there and lowkey repeats the process of freaking out over them again.

has probably already drawn you naked before but this time it’s different! now he has reference!

it won’t be noticeable since he’s too shy to approach you about it but his libido will spike.

[milkytheholy1]

Drawn to you

2003Donnie x GNReader

Tmnt masterlist

Ultimate masterlist

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Maybe it was the way you were sat: fingers curled around the pencil, hair framing your face, back hunched over as you got lost in drawing. Donnie couldn't put his finger on it, something about you, everything about you made him swoon.

The slight hum from your throat as you thought about what to draw next, the flutter of your eyelashes as they kissed your cheek each time you blinked. You were beautiful there was no arguing that, but it wasn't what drew Donnie in, at least initially.

No, the tech-savvy turtle was drawn to you by your persistence, by the way you poured yourself into your work, how you understood the need to complete something no matter how long it took.

Maybe that's why Donnie could easily understand you and you to him. Being able to know what the other was thinking without a single bit of communication. It sometimes took years for a couple to be able to do that, years of living with each other. But you and Donnie had only been dating for a few weeks, brand new, yet here you were. Sat so close to him yet so far, perched on the small couch he kept in his lab for whenever he passed out from exhaustion. Your legs curled under you, knees used as an uneven table of which to draw on.

You hadn't even noticed him staring, so caught in your imagination and determination to finish your chosen craft. He admired you in so many ways, saw you as a wise leader during dark days, an absolute Saint.

His heart soared at the sight of you. He knew from the moment his eyes met your own that you owned his heart, the beating organ inside his chest was yours and yours alone. He felt like he couldn't control it most days when he was around you. Always beating rapidly when you walked by, he sometimes mused that if his heart had legs it would be trailing behind you wherever you went.

He tried his best, his best to please you and be a good boyfriend but also a best friend. He wanted to be right by you if anything went wrong, which seemed to be a regular occurrence in their crazy life. He always made sure you were safe, the residents of New York City could wait, he had to make sure you were safe. His love, his life, his everything. As long as you were safe, he'd die happy.

Maybe it was your wit that caught his attention, you could easily beat Raph in a fight of sarcastic remarks. Or the fact that you could cook the most delicious meals ever known to mankind, fair enough they mainly lived on pizza and anything new was like a whole new world. But there was something sweet and simple knowing you had gone out of your way to cook him and his brothers a homemade meal.

Perhaps it was because you were a nerd like him, always first in line for a new comic book, buying cinema tickets at the latest screening so he could sneak in with relative ease. You'd both sit there and talk about the greater lore of a show, used to drive Leo nuts.

Maybe it was because you didn't care, obviously, he wasn't referring to your feelings of him, no. You didn't care who was watching, didn't care what people thought of you. He's lost track of how many times he's caught you and Mikey dancing like nobodies watching, which in fairness was partly true.

But here you are in his lab, you have the audacity to sit there and look so perfect without even trying, without even realising what you're doing to him. He can't help the sigh that parts through his lips, the longing look he gives you from across the couch, the twitch and inkling of a smile.

His eyes trail your face, takes note of the individual dots on your cheeks, 62 he reminds himself. He studies the fast movements of your pupils darting around the page. The tip of your tongue poking out through your lips, cute he tells himself.

Donnie finds it hard to look away from your lips, like a siren calling a sailor to shore. The ruby-red kiss of the devil is what they should be renamed to he thinks, the glistening of your forming pout doing wonders for his imagination. Before confessing to you and even the idea of dating came to mind, he had dreamt about your lips. Wondering what they felt like, how they tasted, would it be as good as he thought it would be?

He was happy when he finally got to answer those questions, over the moon with joy the first time you touched lips. He wouldn't mind doing it again he muses, eyes still glued to the plump flesh. A groan vibrates through his chest, shakes the foundations of his throat. The sound catches your attention, big eyes gazing at him, nothing but love and curiosity.

"You okay, Donnie?"

Your voice was hush, smooth like butter on a hot knife. He loved the sound of your voice, would replay it in his head on loop late at night when he struggled to sleep. He'd easily be able to find you in a crowd just from your voice alone.

You call him again, your expression was more concerned, worried even. Donnie smiles at you, his hand wraps smoothly around your own, mind wandering to thoughts of how truly lucky he was. Finding you was like finding a needle in a haystack, one of a kind.

He thinks back through the last few minutes, goes over every reason he can think of as to why he was drawn to you. But he can't just pick one. He smiles again at you, putting your nerves at ease and later to rest. He leans over to you and presses his lips against yours like he wanted to do. Felt the warmth of you, the taste of you. He loved everything about you, he was drawn to you because everything just simply pointed to you and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"I love you, (Y/N)."

[turtle-clown]

Memories of black and white

Something for my tmnt/pla au where Mikey is the protag of pla, this takes place sometime after the dex is completed

He had his memories, after the fight against Arceus he was turned back to what he was and subsequently remembered everything. Which was alright, he went with, despite not being able to really get back home he was alright. However something bothered him, or more accurately has bothered him since he needed to go to the Coronet Highlands, Ingo. If he is allowed to be able to remember then why can’t Ingo? It was frustrating, so he set out to try and help.

Usually they’d spend their time out in the wilderness, trying to find something interesting, not this time. They were staying in the village as much as possible today, as much as they didn’t like it they needed to be able to draw him to the best of their abilities, so they stayed near the training grounds. Their plan wasn’t exactly perfect but they never really were the best at planning anyways (that was mainly Leo’s job. Man they missed their brothers). It was simple, draw Ingo as closely as possible, then ask the differences between him and the man in white so that they can try and draw him. They always worked best with visuals, and knowing how similar Ingo was to them they hoped the same was true for him.

Eventually he had to approach him. He wasn’t exactly good at starting a conversation, although he had to in order for the plan to proceed. “Are you alright Michelangelo?” Ah, in his thoughts he wasn’t able to sense the man in question approaching him (something in him knew Master Splinter would not be happy if he were still alive, a ninja always has to stay alert or something like that). “Oh, no I’m actually fine at the moment. In fact I actually wanted to talk to you about the man in white you remember.” Ingo froze a bit, he seemed to stand a bit taller at the mention of the man in white. “Oh? What is it?” Something in his voice seemed to convey curiosity, although his face stayed relatively the same. “So I was thinking, if you remember him to look like you then you must know the difference between the two of you right?” He moved the paper he was drawing on to give Ingo a better look. “So I decided to draw you as a reference point, then you can tell me what exactly you remember the differences to be then I can draw what the man in white supposedly looks like! Not the best plan but it could work!” He stopped at that, waiting for a response from the older male. It was extremely hard to tell what he was thinking (he never was good at telling what people were feeling from their face alone, this probably wasn’t helped by the fact the warden barely emotes). After a bit, he responded “Bravo! Thank you for wanting to help me recall what I have forgotten! Your drawing is also quite nice, you're very talented.” Oh yea, he’d almost forgotten how kind the warden was behind that almost constant frown (he definitely didn’t expect that compliment however, people don’t compliment his work often, especially before being dropped in this world). Seems this plan could work after all.

They both were now sitting outside the wallflower, Ingo telling Mikey what the differences between him and the man in white were to the best of his ability. And once he was done, they started drawing on the other side of the paper a flipped version of the man he had drawn before but with the differences listed (smile instead of a frown, no goatee, clothes in perfect condition, etc). Once they were done they leaned back up (their back hurt a bit, if memory serves donnie did tell them that if they leaned forward while drawing too much it could lead to issues later in life once) and turned the paper around so that Ingo could see. “So, what do you think? Is this what he looks like?” The warden picked up the paper, he seemed to have a haunted look in his eyes (maybe they miscalculated a bit, they hadn’t really seen what happens when he remembers something).

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"Follow the rules. Safe driving! Follow the schedule. Everybody smile! Check safety. Everything's ready! Aim for victory! All aboard!"

That voice…

"I am E—e-. We won, but I am not really satisfied. I can tell that you won't give up. Because you will be much, much stronger. That's why we are waiting for you to come back!"

Please… let me remember…

"I am ——t. I am a S-bw-y B-ss. I like winning more than anything else.”

Name… what is his name…

“I am E—--.”

“I am E-m—.”

“I am E-me-.”

“I am Emmet.”

Emmet. I remember now.

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“Ingo! Are you alright?! You stopped responding there for a bit.” Ok he definitely didn’t expect that to happen, on the list of things expected to happen was for him to suddenly stop responding to all input and start crying was not on there. “His name. I remember his name now.” Oh! That was something new. “Really? What is it?” He was really curious, he also wanted to start calling the man in white by his real name but that was more of a secondary thing. “Emmet. His name is Emmet.”

[1994sunflower]

mikey buying y/n lingerie, or like dragging her to victoria secret and like picking stuff out for her.

in which michael buys you lingerie

You were so used to the routine of classes, campus, Michael’s house, your apartment. To go out of it always gave you a fuzzy feeling just because you weren’t used to it. But you loved what it brought you. Every time you went shopping off campus or just exploring the city. Being right beside Michael, your hand in his. It made you feel proud. To know everyone that looked at you two knew that he had chosen you.  

The mall, especially. When there were so many distractions, ones that always got you as you tugged him every which way you were interested. His focus was always on you, letting you drag him to any store you wanted even if it clashed so obviously with his personality. He took it with no complaints. It made you feel so special.

Michael even carried your bags for you, not caring how mismatched it would look to anyone who cared to see such a tall, daunting man carrying small little bags with the girliest, frilliest stores the mall had to offer labeled on them. It felt like, even with the two of you surrounded by so many things and people, you were still in your own world. 

You followed behind him, your hands in his, whenever he trailed into his own interests, slowly as if trying to pretend he didn’t really care. Watched as he lost himself in looking at video games, music, shirts that depicted some scenes that made you wonder how it was legal to be on fabric. 

He even enjoyed teasing you, trying to lead you into stores which stopped you straight in your tracks and you watched the amused grin on his face as he took in your embarrassed blush. So wholesome. At least in public. He was sure what he made you do on a daily basis was worse than any sex toys those very adult stores could hold inside. 

But he simply wrapped his arm around your shoulder and led you away, almost cockily at bringing out your shyness. He always seemed a lot calmer, freer out in public whenever you were off campus. But still stoic and intimidating, at least you assumed that’s why people seemed to always stare at you and make room for you two to move by. 

Your eyes were trailing up to the second floor above you, already thinking of what stores you wanted to see or if you preferred to go to the food court instead. So lost in your thoughts you didn’t realize Michael had stopped moving and you had gone a few steps ahead until his immobile arm tugged you back. Glancing back at him in confusion just to find him staring to the side and you didn’t understand why until your eyes followed his gaze.

The lingerie store did its best to not look raunchy as stereotypes would have it seem. It was well lit, its prettiest pieces on display. But either way, your cheeks heated up as soon as you eyes raked over them and noticed Michael’s doing the same. You weren’t sure you even wanted to know just what exactly was going on in his mind. It was the only reason the store even caught his attention, you knew, because his mind was swimming with you.

You didn’t really use lingerie at all, not that you needed to. With Michael it wouldn’t last more than a few seconds on your body, on a good day it’d likely end up ripped on the floor. But looking at them, you couldn’t deny how pretty they were. You thought of how they would make you look, especially how Michael would react to them on you. The confidence boost would be spectacular.

Perhaps you looked for a little longer than you intended, gazing at the mannequins deep in thought. Because before you knew it, Michael was closer to you. His chest to your back and leaning down enough to whisper, “Want to go in?”

You looked up at him in embarrassed surprise. Your mouth hung open but nothing but stutters left. You were too shy to go in there by yourself, knowing how helplessly lost and inexperienced you would seem, let alone go in there with Michael.

Shaking your head was no use because he was already tugging you by your hand.

“M-Mic…Michael…I-I think-”

It was all you could do to stutter out his name to try to get his attention before you finally entered the store completely. And the eyes of the workers on you made you look up at Michael for support. You knew you looked really different from your boyfriend, but in that store, it felt even more obvious that he was so much more experienced and you were sure others doubted how he could be satisfied with you.

But his eyes should have been their answer. He was satisfied only by you. His eyes never left your figure, an excitement in them only because of you and how he imagined you would look in all those hot pieces. 

Which is probably what gave you the calm and confidence to move on your own, keeping your arms wrapped around his bicep, keeping him close as you moved around the room looking at the different pieces. From the most modest to the flimsiest. 

You didn’t touch anything, even your newfound curiosity couldn’t make you do that. But you were drawn to the prettiest outfits, in your mind. The one with more lace than anything else, in the prettiest pastel colors. Normally, imagining yourself in them would feel mismatched, but having Michael with you, his arm around your waist and tracing circled on your hip, your mind took you to just how weak you would render your intimidating boyfriend. It sent a thrill to you, knowing the power you had.

Michael, for his part, was just watching you. His eyes intense and his jaw set as he went over whatever fantasies he had each time you approached a set you liked. Especially when you finally picked one up. 

“Do you like this one?” It was a blue one piece, which despite that, left little to the imagination. It hard cut outs on the top of the breasts and the curve of your sides. But the lace detailing was beautiful and you were sure it would be able to cup you in all the right places. Especially for Michael’s enjoyment. You wanted nothing more.

And despite Michael being silent when he nodded, you knew he agreed to your silent judgement of it. If not by the darkening of his eyes than the way he held you just a bit closer as you continued looking, with it in your arms. But then he pointed at the same piece just in black.

“This one.” He picked. 

Maybe it was the exhilaration at seeing that you were actually receptive to buying things from there, it wasn’t something he had just dragged you into anymore. You were taking the initiative to not only look but buy. But he started being a lot more ‘helpful.’

The way he picked up any fabric was almost laughable. Like a hormonal teenage boy seeing a girl’s intimates for the first time. As if he wasn’t known around campus for his skills in the bedroom. As if he didn’t do the dirtiest things to you in bed.

It was kind of cute, the way he would tell you he liked something without ever saying it. 

“You like it, right?” The panties were such a pretty color you couldn’t disagree. Especially with the small little ribbon that for him, was just going to be begging to be undone when on you. The straps would hug the top and side of your hips. 

Even if you were doubtful of whether or not it was crotchless. Particularly with the mischievous smirk he couldn’t contain when you nodded shyly, this time you being the one that was speechless. But your suspicions were confirmed the moment he didn’t even let you reach out and take it from his hands. It was the only thing you weren’t carrying. He always did like easy access.

Then it was garter straps that would connect to thigh highs that you wouldn’t have ever had even the courage to even pick up, let alone try on when it was so different from your personality. But the sight of them had you biting your lip and agreeing nonetheless.

Or then it was baby doll top with the completely lace and see through design. That despite it’s openness, you were drawn to equally as he was. It was just so cute and dainty. Just like you. It was perfect. 

Especially when he held it up to show it to you and when your eyes lit up at the sight, he put it up against you making you titter nervously and snatch it out of his hands. Glancing around to make sure no one had seen just exactly what your boyfriend was so excited for. He was like a kid in a candy store.

But nothing could have prepared you for the way he stopped dead in his tracks in front of one set hung up. 

You weren’t paying attention at first, but even if you were, you wouldn’t have been able to grab a hold of it. It was too far up. But he reached up without an issue with a concentration that was out of character for him.

By the time you turned around, he was already staring at you. The hanger was in his hands as he held it up slightly to show you. It was ridiculous that the only time he ever seemed interested in anything was in this situation.

“This one too.” He wasn’t even asking, he was picking it out for you. And it didn’t take a genius to see why he liked this one specifically, more than anything else he had chosen out for you.

It was pure white. Which is probably what caught his attention in the first place. The color always drove him crazy on you. Such an unblemished color, symbolizing innocence. Which is what you represented, what he took and tainted.

The bra was small, you weren’t sure it would cover even half of your breasts but that may have been the point. The small bow connecting the two cups being the only really design. The bottom was a skirt but it was barely the width of five fingers, useless at covering anything. But again, that was likely the point. It was frilly, making it look much like a maid’s skirt. With small little ruffles at the top and bottom of the skirt. The same frills and ruffles were on the arm bands. Even on the lacy choker that came with it.

It was at once so cute, wholesome looking and the filthiest thing you had seen since you entered the store. The only thing it wasn’t was proper.

You would look so pure, like a doll. Fragile and weak. He could just imagine you, sitting on your knees on his bed. Looking up at him with your big doe eyes. Your singsong voice calling him to you, begging for him. Looking every bit the pieces of the virginal angel you used to be mixed with the dirty little slut for him you now are. 

How he would completely eclipse you, how the dark of his tattoos would clash so violently with the white of the fabric. How wrong it would look to anyone else to see him, covered in ink with filthy words and depictions on the entirety of his upper body, on top of you dressed like that. His large build covering you completely, making you seem even more vulnerable with that flimsy set on. Seeing you submit to him looking that innocent, visibly showing what you’ve always been. Letting him do the filthiest things that shouldn’t be done with looking that chaste and virtuous. 

Fuck. He didn’t think he could ever take this one off of you, even when he would be plowing into you. He’d have to keep it on your body as he stared down at you. Even with how flimsy the tiny little bra was, as if tempting him to rip it off of you.

Maybe going into the store was a bad idea. He could feel himself getting hard and he knew you would not appreciate him trying anything this much in public. But he couldn’t help himself. Just one look at the displays at the window, he could only think of you. How cute you would look, how hot. It hadn’t even been meant to be anything inherently sexual. He was never really the type to be wanting you to wear more clothes when he was trying to fuck you.

But the further you went in, the shy, almost nervous, look in your eye, he couldn’t help his thoughts straying. His good girl. 

Especially when his gaze fell pieces that he couldn’t help but imagine adorning your body under him. That would just accentuate what he liked most about you, that fits your sweet personality while at the same time hitting at the dirty girl only he ever saw. Those thoughts were multiplied tenfold at the sight of the last lingerie set he had grabbed without a second thought. It was like it was made for you, for his girl. It would be all for him. Only his eyes would ever see you in it.

And he may die when he finally sees it on you. But he’d die a happy man. Nothing would ever satisfy him like you did, he was sure. He could practically hear your whimpering moans, your tiny hands clinging to him as the only thing on your wrecked body was the frilly outfit, the choker would look beautiful on your neck as your mouth was open, tongue out front he pleasure.

Good thing he didn’t have to worry about how he was going to deal even a few more minutes looking at any more outfits, especially with his mind still stuck on the one in his hands. 

Because you looped around arm through his, “Okay.” You giggled, the blush still on your cheek. “I think that’s enough here, Mikey.”

And he let you lead him away from the temptations that was the merchandise easily.

The cashier was pretty. She didn’t do much to stop her surprise as she glanced between you. You wondered if it was the height difference that she was referring too, as you fiddled with your fingers, or the way Michael daunted above both you and her. The way he was covered head to toe in black, chains on his jeans and wrists, tattoos littering his neck and arms. Looking very much comfortable, if not happily dazed, in a store like this. And you, lithe and meek at his side, probably appearing like an anxious little virgin.

If only she knew.

Maybe the pieces she was ringing up would give her a clue. Or the way Michael couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Despite the way you looked like you could break when in his arms.

He bought it all. You didn’t even get the chance to offer your own card before he was already entering his pin. He picked everything out after all. It was a gift for both of you.

Michael even let you carry the striped bag, declaring to the world very obviously just what exactly you two had walked together in the store to buy. You held it with both hands, wanting very much to bury your face in his chest in modesty. 

But he was gleaming proudly, showing off to anyone who cared to watch, especially the men ogling the small girl at his side, that anything they were fantasizing about, he very easily already made reality or would. And the proof was in the medium sized bag in your hands. Everything you would let him see and experience of you, let him do to you. He felt like the luckiest man in the world. 

“Let’s go home, baby girl.” His voice was soft at your ear and his hands squeezed your hips. 

You were sure ‘home’ was going to consist of the rest of the hours of the day being spent on the contents of the bag, what he had picked out and bought for you. Being displayed right in front of him for his enjoyment. And he’d get to help you break them in, bask in your sweet nervousness and submission dressed like the pure yet dirty girl you were.

So, who were you to do anything but nod and let him lead you out of the suddenly crowded mall.