#i did mikey last after doing chores for an hour so he

[leo-kinnie]

CUTE ICONS OF THE MAD DOGS !!!

[phebth]

Pills

Tw: mention of illegal drugs, prescribed medication, foul language, violence, “bad trip”

☆ G/N reader, reader goes to college, oc ish Sanzu? ☆

A/N: Important to note I've never taken any heavy drugs so i’m sorry if the description is wrong! First time writing for Tokyorev I’ve never watched the anime but I’ve read A LOT of fanfiction so that's why it’s mid, anyways enjoy 😸

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Sanzu had decided to stay the night as he had gotten badly hurt earlier that evening when fighting. He insisted he was fine and that it was just a bruise but you knew your boyfriend well enough to know that his ego was also hurt, you knew not to mention it since it would've been rude. “I’m fine baby let's just forget this all happened and get to bed,” he said as he took something out of his pocket and set it on the kitchen counter. After that, you both went to bed knowing you had responsibilities in the morning.

You awoke to him peppering kisses all over your face, he always did this when he had to leave early in the morning not even having time to stay for breakfast as he dashed out the door grabbing his things off the counter. As for you, you slowly got up to do your morning chores while doing so you thought about last night, you still had about an hour before leaving so you took that time to get ready for school and to make breakfast. You opened the pill bottle while looking at your phone your best friend had texted you about her one-night stand and how hot he was. A glass of apple juice in your right hand ready to chase down the medication, it was second nature to you at this point.

You went back to your room ready to get dressed you smiled to yourself knowing if Sanzu were here he’d complain as this part always took the longest. Finally, after 10 minutes you had your outfit, now you just needed to brush your teeth as you made your way to the bathroom you started feeling queasy….. You held on to the bathroom counter for support as your vision blurred. An uncomfortable feeling in your gut, “It’s probably because of stress” you thought. You had an important exam coming up and you took every opportunity you could to study which had taken up all of your free time.

You picked up your textbooks and shoved them in your bag “Wait I'm missing one” you thought as you glanced toward your desk spotting the missing notebook. You got up quickly “Shit,” you said as the world started spinning around you “I got up too fast,” you thought as you clung to the doorframe, your vision blurring as your ears start ringing. You were clutching on the door frame for dear life at this point if you weren’t you were sure to be on the ground by now, something wasn’t right, your heartbeat was fast, you could barely keep yourself up, you couldn’t think straight and….. Since when did we have two hallways??…..

“Something is wrong” is all you could come up with as you felt your thoughts leave your mind as if they had a mind of their own. You desperately tried to think of what could have caused this…..

….Yesterday…………….

……………Knock…………door…………….

…….Sanzu………talking………………

……Bruise…………….

…………………..Pills……………………counter…………………

…………….Sleep…………

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Your heart dropped to your stomach as you realized…You could hear your phone ringing from the kitchen

Sanzu was told by Mikey to wait for him behind the warehouse. According to him, it was way too early to be out and about at 7 AM he would’ve preferred to stay in bed with you cuddled up. He reached into his pocket to grab a cigarette, fortunately, it was his last one as he lit it he made a mental note to stop by the convenience store to get a new pack. Speaking of a new pack last night he had gotten scammed by his new “dealer” he had sold him the wrong stuff which was 1/3 of his usual dose. He smirked as he remembered how his night ended, with a bloody nose on the ground knocked out cold. “That ought to teach him,” he thought to himself as a cold wind brushed past him.

Chills ran up his spine making the hair on the back of his neck stand up, it wasn’t that cold out…. He was feeling….on edge…like something wasn’t right. Chalking it up to his drug craving he threw his cigarette on the ground crushing it under his foot as he reached into his left pocket for the pill bottle. At this point, he didn’t care if that lowlife had given him the wrong dosage he needed something to fill the void expanding in him.

He took the bottle out of his pocket, opened the lid and poured out its contents.

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White and blue pills pooled in his hand. Cylinder shaped……… not his usual round white pills….

…..But that’s not what he saw last night…..

He thought back to last night when he was talking to his “ex” dealer. No, no he clearly remembers opening the bottle and taking 4 after beating him senseless. It's all he could think about walking home, getting in the door taking-

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He quickly forced them back in realizing the label…..

Shinjukukabukicho Pharmacy

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Japan,Tokyo, Shinjuku City, Kabukicho, 1 Chome−16−1 Shinjuku

Tel- 000-000-0000

30mg Vyvanse

Y/N L/N

He stood there. Not moving, not breathing, not a single sound came out. How could he have been so stupid?!? Why did he have to put his drugs right next to your medication?! He knew why you kept it out too because if you didn’t see them you would forget about taking them-! “What time is it?” He pulls out his watch as the clock reads 7:37 AM. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK” he cried out taking out his phone as fast as he could. It had been well over 30 minutes since you had taken your “medication” and he immediately called you. His legs have a mind of their own immediately heading toward the nearest shortcut to your house. “FUCK” he screamed as you didn’t pick up on the first try, he was so angry with himself for making such a stupid mistake that could possibly cost you your life.

You felt like you were gonna throw up, the thought of you puking your breakfast all over the floor was not a pleasant image making you feel even sicker. The sound of your phone ringing felt like a police siren blaring through the street, you weakly crawled toward the kitchen and lifted yourself to pick up your phone.

“Hello..-”

“Y/N BABY I’M SO SORRY, I messed up so badly please stay with me I’m almost home,” Sanzu said running back home

You had known about your boyfriend’s drug addiction since you met him, it bothered you at first and you even started to try convincing him to quit however he made it clear he had no intention of doing so. You came to a compromise that he wouldn’t be on drugs around you as it broke your heart seeing him that way.

“You……wrong………pills…” you meekly said to him on the phone.

“I know baby please I'm so sorry please forgive me,” he said finally seeing your house in the distance. He ran up to the door practically breaking it open and immediately made his way to the kitchen where you were lying down on the ground. He had never been more terrified in his life, he quickly picked you up and brought you to the bedroom setting you down softly on the mattress. “Shhhh baby it's okay I'm here now alright? I understand how you feel ok? Don’t worry the effects will wear off soon it’ll be okay I promise” he said softly while caressing your hair. You were shaking from head to toe confused and scared but somewhat reassured that your lover was here with you. “Gimme….. hand…” you said while reaching toward his, you could feel his skin rubbing against yours, they were usually rough but it was different you could feel every ridge in his skin. Seeing you calmed and stressed him out even more, thoughts ran through his head as he could barely think straight. “I’m here y/n, I'm not going anywhere” he whispered, it made you feel safe and slowly but surely calmed you down.

After 30 long minutes, you had sobered up enough to form a coherent sentence.

“Sanzu can you do me a favour?”

“Yes anything you want baby what do you need?”

You stared a him for a little bit, and slowly a smile started to form “Don’t ever do that again please.” you said as you got up from his lap.

“I promise you it will never happen again” Sanzu declared as he looked into your eyes thanking the lord for having you in his life.

Ps: I’m so sorry if this is shit it’s my first time writing smth so long and new also I just searched up a random pharmacy in Japan but I put my adhd medication in the label so don’t come at me 😅

[for-my-shamful-secrets]

mike shimdt x chubby reader

There’s way more Mike fics on ao3 (or I just don’t know where to look)

"Listen i know your trying to help or whatever but like i got it ok we dont need this." He shoves the hundred back in his pocket you had paid the babysitter when you got here to relieve her a whole hour before Mike got off, the babysitter was already long gone and he knew form pior experience that you just wouldnt take his money. Usually he paid them before after the last six times you did this but he was already running late and he just got out of the red at his new job.

Not that he'd let this go without a fight he wasnt some charity case, he could afford to pay his damn babysitter.

"its cool" you say shrugging at him, cooly you add "you know I dont need it, man" He grits his teeth trying not to sneer. Yeah he knows youve got the money.

"Still i can pay you back some other way."

"How Mike?" You hum clearly annoyed with having this conversation again. "Im not taking ANY money from you and Abby." He tries to offer something else anything he cant keep taking from you you money, your time hell your car that one time his wouldnt start. No matter how much you make as a factory worker or how much freedom you had when you moved away from your big family sooner or later you'll resent always being the one to pay up in this friendship.

And he cant make you hate him he cant have another person in his life hide their disdain for Abby your too important to him. He knows you would too youd bury it like you buryd your issues with your mom or your older sister youd bury and bury until you blow up and move across the state beause you cant take the guilt of hating your own suffocating family. You've lived there for 7 years Abby doesnt remeber a time without you inviting them over to color and cook. And he would miss you. The way you smiled with your whole body, your stance on frozen pizza brands, your quiet jokes to him when hes fighting sleep trying to convince him to let you drive "Your so tired mikey babe cmon." He cant lose you too.

"What are you gonna do for me?" You step closer to him you were the same height he mightve had a good inch on you but you were broader than him and carried your head high with a confidence that made people hear you even with your soft spoken nature. Mike never had the time to nurture such a thing.

Still he wasnt some helpless kid anymore hiding away as his parents argued desperatly trying to calm Abby as they're arguing got louder and louder. He tries to offer something else he cant give you but you interupt him "What, Mike?" You bump your chest into him pressing him against the counter tired of him rejecting your help tilting your head to the side you widen your eyes in challenge.

Mike scoffs looking away he's not going to do this with you not with the stink of work still wafting off him "Nevermind" face flush with anger fine he'll drop it clearly your combative today.

You werent done you loved this stupid man but damn did he piss you off some days "huh Mike. Gonna get on your goddamn knees for me!" You whisper yell still mindfull of Abby sleeping tomorrow was the weekend but she didnt need to be awake for this anyway.

He snaps his neck to look back at you,nose to nose hes sure you heard the way his breath hitched eyes wide his jaw drops.

"Cause we both know thats the only tangible thing you can offer me." He blinks shocked you would offer him the chance to do that for you he wasnt much to look at compared to you but its not like it would be much of a chore nothing with you ever was. He looks down at you gentle brown eyes bright with anger, curly hair frizzy without your conditoner you accidently left here last sleepover and forgot to grab for a week, soft stomach holding him against the hard coutnertop, thick thighs you loved to cover with thin leggings, a wide ass he felt once when you backed up into him and fell on him last fall at the apple orchard Abby and you had gasped with laughter after pulling him up and your heaving breasts pressed against his torso. You admitted to him once you liked to bounce them when you walk just for fun "I do it to my pony tail too, i swing my head." it spooked him he was worried youd seen him ogling and this was your way of calling him out but it was just a funny story to tell your best friend for you.

Your wearing favorite work sports-bra meaning it was so thin and worn it stopped holdng your girls up years ago it really only pressed them together. Through the worn cloth he could feel your hard nipples pressed against him, they stood up against the cold, the houses heating sucked. In his favorite sportsbra they hung low and heavy he gulps, one would overfill his hand while the other stuffed his mouth full.

"Abbys sleep." He states automatically "We'll have to go to my room." He whispers quiet, pupils dilated studying your face "We'll have to" He licks his lips your eyes follow "be quiet."

You scoff disgust filling your face

"im not gonna fuck you so you can feel good about letting me help you Michael." You sneer Mike balks as you back away from him. Did he ruin everything, he knows you were trying to be cruel knows you were trying to get it through his head that he didnt have to repay you, you just wanted to make a point and he the loser that he is jumped on the first chance to get in your pants "I care about you Michael." Your hands grip nothing as you shake your fists clearly frustrated "im not gonna appease your fucking martyr complex like that. I would never use you like that you. I help you because your my friend and i care about you. I dont need anymore than that and it’s fucking gross youd think id ever take advantage of you like that."

Mike grips the kitchen counter shaking his head through your speech he tries to tell you the truth he quietly stutters out attempts at words, at explanations while you glare at him angry tears in your eyes. You make your way to the door, this was enough of an argument for you neither of you were gonna change your mind neither could relent their side it was late technically very early morning you both had a long day youd come back tomorrow to call him an idiot and apoligize for going to far.

"Then just use me." He begs reaching for your fisted hand he holds it with two hands he opens his mouth to say more. (Let me be good for you,I just want you anyway I can,I want more than friendship have for awhile,I wake up sticky from dreams of you,I care about you too.) Nothing comes out. You wait patently tears dried hope a heavy lump in your throat. Your his best friend, known him for years you know when he wants to say more, ask for more. You can still see the want plain on his face you don’t say anything let him collect himself rubbing your thumb along the backside of his big hand the only comfort he will take.

"i mean. i uh dont want to fuck you to repay my debt. I just want to make you feel good" he lets go of your hand to rub his face harshly “ and I want to be with you in a relationship.”

The silence of the morning grips his throat he waits for you say something to deny the tension that soared tonight. To let him down gently but you don’t.

“I do too.” You smile bright, the gap between your teeth sweeten your smile it’s redundant like syrup on cupcakes, he loves it.

Mike lets out a manic giggle relief relaxes his shoulders and smiles wild he shakes his head. “I’m glad.”

It was late and you both worked so late neither of you had to work tomorrow but you were always on call and Mike was known to take any shifts he could get it would be smart to go to sleep but as you wrap soft arms around his neck and lean into his lips the night feels young.

He moans as you grind on him mouthing at his neck biting down his jaw.

“Mikey baby” he moans at the way you gasp out his name he unzips your jacket and gropes one of your boobs through your sports-bra. He goes to his knees ready to repay you in the way you demanded half an hour before.

You laugh loudly before shushing yourself when a creak echos through the house from Abby’s room Mike looks down the hall with wide eyes he looks back to you.

“Your room.” You insist pulling him up by his shoulders.

“Yes!” He whimpers rushing up he and you both stagger to his room trying to keep quiet while Mike tries mouths along your skin out through layers of clothes on the way to his room.

[slowlykrispypeanut]

More headcanons,

@geniusbuilttm and @ninjaneonleon

You see the scene from the Princess Kaguya movie, in which Kaguya is called by the women of the village to take care of one of the youngest children??? I see that scene at the Usagi farm recurrently. And therefore, Yuichi knows how to use one of these sashes to hold babies.baby scarf I think they are called, and I see him teaching it to whoever needs it in an effective, practical and quick way.

At the very least, Donatello used all of his friends and family as models in clothing stores for his lines and did what he kidnapped and detained them for a couple of hours.

This one is obvious but I think Lenny is like a koala, climbed all the time with his family.

I consider it probable that everyone, without exception, will be impressed by Yuichi's absurd ability to carry Leo, that is, I think he beats him by 30 cm, I think, and I don't want to think about how heavy Leo can be, so yes, I think at least they were impressed by that demonstration of strength.

Yuichi can carry almost everyone in his arms, except of course Mona and Raph,

More than once both Yuichi and Donnie have had to avoid death for their cryptic adventures.I mean, do you know how many creatures are potentially deadly in cryptic culture??? those two have been in moments where it is possible that they did not tell it.

Raph is traumatized by going to rescue his parents from bars and he definitely lectured them after they recovered.

Mikey and Casey probably ran from the police at some point because of the graffiti,

Team C has those moments of relaxation and gossip, I imagine them at Mona's house at a spa party gossiping about their jobs. mask, taves manicure if anyone wants, snacks, movies and a lot of gossip.

Both Juan and Yuichi are dating one of the twins from the disaster and both are older brothers of more than two small children, they share traumas and anecdotes of all kinds.

Yuichi is the fittest of all to take care of growing everything's food, I mean, of course Donnie is the botanist, but Yuichi has the practical experience.

Yuichi has practical experience in many household tasks and I mean many household tasks, not just cleaning or sewing, embroidering, baking, mending, repairing, everything.

Team C is waiting to see when Juan moves in with them at the lair. And Donnie and Leo are doing well as they expand their territory for when more people start arriving.

I think that groups will be formed for household chores. I think teams would be good.

Donatello and Raphael tie everyone to their chairs in Mother Shell, especially Mikey and Yuichi are prohibited from going out alone or as a couple, at least one more person must go with them after the last chapter. Casey and Leo will joke about the kidnapping from now on because they are both going crazy over the absurd amount of kidnappings lately.

Lenny will be reunited with his dad and will let go of his side for a rare occasion, to take a bath??? Do you do it together or 'who needs it?' I just want to hug my dad, okey? eat? together, sleep? together, drive moder shell? together.

and they both agree

Mona will be kidnapped and pampered by Raph for days, don't bother them or you'll be in trouble.

CJ needs some good hugs from his family and someone to listen to him, be it Leo, Yuichi or Mikey

Juan will join the pile of hugs from Donnie and Lenny as long as they let him, but he needs it, he needs to know that his family is okay and together again.

Yuichi may be creepy and make rounds to check that no one is kidnapped during rest hours, more than one was scared for his life by his accidental presence.

Of course after getting the boys back, of course, in this moment he is absolutely exhausted by everything, leave him alone.

Leo, Casey or CJ will join him shortly after simply to make sure no is very creepy and then rests.

CJ is definitely terrified that his team will be kidnapped again and he will upgrade his personal alarm, and he will make one for everyone because you never know who will be the next victim.

Lenny will be vaccinated, if he wasn't already vaccinated by the damn aliens, and for the normal colds it's Donnie's turn to let the kid get dirty.

Everyone will end up with paranoia problems, and those who already had them will now be worse.

When they found out that Yuichi used to get lost when he was young, everyone prepared to rescue him if he got lost, but since Leo, Donnie, Cadandra, and Draxum can make portals, he doesn't really ride the subway, so there's nothing to worry about.

Everyone who knows how to make portals once competed to see who could make the furthest portal.

On kataoke night people go crazy, and I mean this, from solo couples, but everyone shines even with their Nipo powers.

Donnie and Leo sing in all kinds of possible languages, Yuichi and CJ sing in Japanese, Juan in Spanish with CJ and Bone and Bone jr, the rest stay with English. Draxum sings in ancient yokai language.

Everyone knows how to identify who died in CJ's time and who was important in the revolution since CJ simply remains paralyzed and looking at that person, as happened with Yui.

When there are very young babies among the rabbit burrows, they make nests to keep warm. I feel that those instincts became very strong in Yuichi with the arrival of Lenny. I leave the rest to interpretation.

Yuichi and Leo are equal when it comes to speed, but it is possible that Yuichi is better in the obstacle course due to his small size.

CJ had a complicated relationship to explain with his uncle Yuuyuu, CJ only had two parents, Casey and Leonardo, but he saw Yuichi as a great protector, as a fierce and possessive fighter, a tower that does not collapse before anything or anyone. The scary moments are a light in hard times, so even though he was very young he secretly spied on his training and learned a couple of his moves. When he started training with Frida he was able to polish them well. . It is strange for him to see Yuichi currently with his problems, but that also makes him feel closer to his caretaker. (It is possible that Yuichi led scans and squads in the apocalypse so CJ was hesitant to take the leadership of team C thinking that he would not be half as good as his uncle YuuYu)

Yuichi hated the idea of children going on missions so much that for a while they argued about it a lot with Leo. I also hated failing missions and losing people so much. He also had night terrors that his family would be murdered again and therefore he almost never rested well, there were times when it was so terrible that Donnie and Leo would simply knock him out.

Yuchi died fighting, a warrior without a doubt, and I think it is likely that she decimated a good number of enemies with her final act.

After the death of Donnie and Yuichi, Leo was depressed, but he had promised his family to protect his children and the rest, and that lifted him up every day. She also knew that her husband would beat her if she didn't keep her promise and no one wants a beating.

In the afterlife Yuichi and Donnie wander terrifyingly and wildly, so much so that even the ancestors of the Hamatos are very afraid of them .

[lovermine]

promising forever, clifford

desc: michael’s been sure she’s the love of his life for long enough, it was time for him to make the next big move when it came to promising forever

warnings for: a whole lot of tooth rotting fluff

michael feels bad for those unlucky enough to have not befriended her, or those that had lost her company in the past. because to those who don’t know her had never felt her grace. the kindness she showed to the people she encountered. she helped when she could, whether it was random chores around a house that she doesn’t even live in, or a shoulder to cry on when you had nobody else. every minute michael had come to know her he had fallen more in love. with the emotions inside of her, the moments where he could laugh with her over a great day, or the days where he held her after life had dealt a shit hand. and he fell in love with every inch of her skin, explored under moonlight nights with soft touches and whispers of love.

to michael, she was the blood pumping through his veins, the strength in his bones when he had his own shit hand. when he was missing home on tour and she would fall asleep on call with him, send him videos throughout the day recounting what she was doing so just for a minute, it felt like he was there with her. when nothing was going right in the studio and her fingers danced across his skin in all the right places to help him decompress. and she was the constant by his side throughout the good too, when their new single hit number one and she had run into his office to congratulate him the minute they found out, when they had bought their first house together and insisted they christen every room in the house with large smiles and promises of forever.

it was those promises that had brought him to this moment, when the assurances of their always were as strong as ever. his fingers play with the small black box in the pocket of his jacket, foot tapping along to the music playing over the speaker as he awaits her to come home from her night out with friends. she had insisted on coming home early, despite him telling her that he didn’t mind spending the night alone if she wanted to truly let loose. but she had never felt more free unless she was with him, she said. and he knew tonight was the night.

he hears her keys jingling on the other side of the door from his spot in the living room, casting a quick glance to the area he had set up in the garden over the past few hours before making his way to the hallway where he could greet her as she came in,“mikey!” her smile widens as soon as she meets his eyes, dropping her keys onto the small table by the door she could wrap her arms around him.

“hey, sweetheart.” he mumbles into the material of her dress as he rests his head against her shoulder, the dark green fabric reminding him of the time she had worn it out when the band had been celebrating another success. he can smell her perfume as he holds her close, ignoring the small voice inside of him that tried to tell him it could be the last time. she loved him, he knew that. but the weight of the box in his pocket still sent his nerves sky-rocketing. “how was your night?”

“was fun, i missed you though.” he pulls back to admire her face, every feature having being studied extensively by him through their relationship, yet her beauty still managing to catch him off guard every time his eyes meet hers.

“i missed you too.” he mutters with a sigh, as if finally having her with him takes a load of weight of his shoulders. it definitely felt like it did, she had a special way of making him feel like all his problems melted away. he finally presses a kiss to her lips for the first time since she walked through the door, hand on her hip squeezing slightly before he pulls away to slot her hand into his. “i have something to show you.”

“oh god, what did you do?” she giggles as he leads her down the hallway,

“you’ll love it, hopefully.” her eyes widen in surprise when they step into the living room, gaze landing on the set up in the garden they can see through the sliding doors. there are candles set up everywhere, on the patio chairs, the floor, the tables and along the fence. they glow into the night and from afar, they almost look like resting fireflies.

“michael?” she questions as he leads her into the middle of all the candles, standing in front of her with a nervous smile on his face.

“i uh..” he cuts off whatever questions she was about to ask, rubbing his palms on his jeans. the nerves that he felt in the hallway seem to be slipping away as he starts thinking about what to say, knowing that whatever he said was coming straight from his heart, that his statement of profound love was the easiest thing he could ever think about because it was all he did. he’s convinced it’s his life purpose to love the woman in front of him. “i’m not sure a lifetime is long enough to truly show you how much i love you, you’re my inspiration, my motivation, and i want to spend the rest of my life with you because i can’t imagine a day without hearing your voice, or thinking about when i’m going to be able to hold you next.” he takes her hands in his, flicking his eyes between hers that are looking at him with the most sincere amount of admiration that he thinks he could ever recieve and the way her fingers are tracing over his tattoos on his hands, probably being able to sense his nerves. “i’ve found myself thinking a lot lately about what’s next for us, because everyday with you feels like another step in the right direction. i want us to have the life that we’ve spent countless sleepless nights talking about, having our own family one day and experiencing every new adventure life will bring us.” michael lets out a deep breath he had been holding as he moves to get down on one knee, her free hands now moving up towards her face that is contorted into a mix of recognition and surprise. a quiet giggle leaves her lips as she realises what is happening, heart beating so loudly in her chest that she’s scared it’s going to drown out his words. “i love you so much it gets overwhelming in the best way possible, and it’s the only thing i ever want to feel, so will you marry me?”

“there is no doubt in my mind that we are forever, michael.” she places her hands on his wrists to gesture him to stand up, “of course i’ll marry you!” her voice almost cracks with tears as he takes her in his arms, both of them laughing with the highest feeling of glee that they had ever felt before. every moment in their lives, the ones before they had even met, had been a rollercoaster edging it’s way to the top just before the long drop, and this moment was the feeling of exhilaration crashing down onto them.

“i love you so much.” michael mutters, taking her face in his hands so he can press kisses to every inch of her face.

“i love you, and our family.” she whispers into the night, inching her face closer to his as she kisses him once again. she watches as his eyes flash with confusion for a moment when they pull away, processing her words.

“our family?”

“i was gonna wait to tell you..set up a whole thing.” she laughs at the idea now, knowing that no moment would have been more perfect than now, when they had confessed their desire to be bound in marriage beside candlelight under the sky of their shared home. neither of them are fans of the large romantic gestures, or at least the ones in public, confessing their love for one another was something they preferred to be theirs alone. “but i found out yesterday, michael, i’m pregnant.”

“oh my god,” a smile takes over his face and even though she had never feared his reaction, it brings her a sense of relaxation now that he finally knows. there was no explicit trying for a baby, but they both knew that they had been getting sloppy when it came to protection and when neither of them questioned it, it was almost like a silent agreement that they were ready for that step. maybe it was the same feeling he felt when he was getting ready to propose, knowing that they were absolutely ready for the large commitments because they were ones they never dreamt of experiencing with anyone else. “we’re having a baby!”

“we’re starting a family, mikey.” her pointer finger caresses the stubble on his cheek as she holds his face between her palms, admiring the wide smile and all his features that she wishes their child would inherit.

“i love you, both of you, with absolutely everything i have.” michaels voice drops to a whisper as he mutters into the night, as if the words are meant for her and her only. because they are, for her and the unborn child. the woman in front of him filling his heart with so much love it was almost painful, but it was a pain he never wanted to go away.

“we love you too.”

vai's thoughts: i absolutely love how this started but i kind of hate the ending, but michael is my baba and i need someone to be in love with me the way he’s in love with his girl in this fic. enjoy <3

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[chiliiscereal]

Prompt idea: the turtles with a friend or s/o that sleep walks.

Turtles with and S/o that sleepwalks

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So I based this off how my cousin sleep walks hope you don’t mind :)

Raph:

-home boy freaked out the first time he saw you sleepwalk

-he was up at night getting some cake but when he saw you walking by HO HO BOY did he jump out of his skin

-no one else was awake and you practically materialized out of the shadows!

-he eventually calmed down enough to realize that you weren’t awake

-I mean, it wasn’t exactly obvious

-you sort of walked around aimlessly a while mumbling

-that wasn’t really something sleeping people did..

-“babe, what’re you doin’ up? It’s 1 in the morning!”

-“I gotta put the salami CD’s in the chicken coop”

-“umm.. what?”

-once it finally clicked he didn’t exactly know what he should do

-was it a myth that you weren’t supposed to wake up a sleepwalking person?

-was there some sort of side affect?

-instead of intervening he just sort of sat at the table and watched

-he didn’t want to accidentally do something wrong but he also didn’t want you to get hurt

-he found himself getting up a couple of times when he thought you were gonna run into a table, moving it out of the way at lightning speed

-Other than that you were fine

-you simply walked back into your room and shut the light off

-he asked about it the next morning and you told him you sleep walk if you’re really tired

-and, sadly, being in highschool meant that you were tired all the time

-apparently you’d done it since you were little and you were used to it by now

-Raph didnt exactly know what he should do about it

-you told him you were fine and that he should leave you be, but he didn’t want anything to happen to you

-he decided the best course of action was to help behind the scenes

-that meant making sure you didn’t stay up late

-if you slept walked when you were really tired then he’d stop you from that state of feeling

-he had an alarm set for when he’d start hinting that it was bedtime

-he’s unplug the WiFi if you didn’t get the message (subtly of course) and then he’d turn around and tell you that the WiFi always got spotty when it was late

-he’d even stay up a little later to see if you were going to sleep walk

-if not then he’d head straight to bed

-but sometimes you still did it

-he’d found the best option was to just pick you up and place you back in your room

-“but the salami CD’s...”

-“they’ll still be there in the morning.”

-he’d pull you close to him and let you snuggle in close, the two of you sitting on your

-he always left before you woke up though

-yet you knew he had been there

-it was hard not to know when you woke up with a huge dip in the other side of your bed

-the two of you had a system and it worked

Donnie:

-Donnies already up and working by the time you start walking around

-the thing is, he didn’t realize you weren’t awake for probably an hour

-you were just walking from room to room and occasionally picking things up

-he was used to you being up late in his defense

-but when you ignored him or started mumbling... yeah that ripped him off

-“babe can you pass me the screwdriver?”

-“no, the radishes aren’t condensed.”

-“...I’m sorry?”

“Radishes.”

“Are you even awake?”

“I gotta go condense the radishes before Mikey finds out.”

-this boy was educated on the sleepwalking in a matter of seconds via research

-he knew you needed the rest so he never woke you up

-instead, he would find wherever you were walking around and have you stay in his room while he worked

-you never broke anything and it was nice to not be alone in a way

-besides your sleepwalking never lasted for long

-often it ended with you wandering over to him and slumping against his shoulder

-that meant he got to hold you while the night was quiet and peaceful

-the next morning you always woke back up in your own bed

-Donnie denied that he ever had anything to do with your sleepwalking

-but all you had to do was test it out to find the truth

-you walked into his room without a word one night and he didn’t even seem surprised

-“you good babe?”

-you chose not to say anything, you just kept walking

-“how are those condensed radishes doing?”

-you didn’t know what that meant but you assumed it was something you said in your sleep

-“you’re awfully quiet tonight. Usually you don’t stop talking.”

-you sit down beside him and place your head on his shoulder

-boy doesn’t even hesitate in pulling you closer and going back to work

-you don’t bother telling him that you know

-it’s nice to have someone looking out for you

Leo:

-oh he found out the first time you slept walked

-even brought it up casually the next morning

-he has insomnia so anything that happens after hours he’s already aware of it

-for the first few nights it was him joking about the cause being something supernatural

-he stopped when he thought you were getting offended though

-he diiiiid however say you were the sleep to his insomnia

-he can’t sleep at night and nothing can wake you up!

-you two balance each other out!

-and believe me, he has TRIED to wake you up to no avail

-doesn’t matter if it’s a loud noise or shaking your shoulder, nothing will wake you up

-unfortunately, since he’s always awake, he gets to see everything you do while wandering around

-AND he gets to see it while recording

-he’s got videos and videos of the random nonsense that comes out of your mouth

-and if he ever finds you cleaning in your sleep heaven knows he’s gonna find a way for you to take care of some of his chores to

-“come on, babe! You were already folding clothes! What’s a few extra?”

-he does find himself having to emergency portal you at times

-like the time you nearly walked off the skate ramp

-he portalled you into his arms as quick as he could

-“who decides to put a skate ramp right where people can fall down it?” He’s mumbling as he carries you back to his room

-having you there helps his insomnia very much

-in a way you’re both helping each other

Mikey:

-took the longest time to realize you sleepwalk

-if took him a whole two months

-usually you stayed in your own room

-he only realized when you walked into his room started picking up his art supplies while he was painting

-usually when he was painting you would plop down beside him and ask him questions (all during the day)

-but now you were picking up brushes and mumbling about how you needed to save the tomato’s before the bear ate them all

-poor baby ran to Donnie, thinking you were sick or delusional

-his older brother casually explained that it’s probably just sleep walking and he calmed down

-he was a little freaked out but grew used to it after a couple more night of it

-doesn’t really understand why you sometimes do normal things in your sleep like cleaning or fixing a sandwich

-still finds himself helping you out though

-he’ll be right next to you, folding clothes or passing you the mayo

-recently he found out he can ask you questions and get pretty funny answers

-“do you prefer hot dogs, hamburgers, or pizza?”

-“soggy bread.”

-“That doesn’t sound very appetizing.”

-always keeps you updated the next morning

-it embarrassed you to no end

-he didn’t need to hear all that stuff!

-one night he asked a less casual question

-“so how do you feel about Mikey?”

-“I would eat a thousand soggy breads for Mikey if he asked.”

-“r-really?”

-“of course. I love him!”

-that was the first time you openly said you loved him

-honestly his heart stopped for a few seconds

-he brought it up that next morning and no, you wouldn’t eat a thousand soggy breads if he asked

-but yes, you loved him to pieces

[haberdashing]

open your eyes (i see your eyes are open) (3/?)

Jon, faced with being the last one left in a dying world, sends his memories back in time to someone who might be able to fix things before the worst can happen.

Sasha James, for her part, is very confused.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

on AO3

Tim was a help more ways than one that morning, between the breakfast he made for her (which was way nicer than it needed to be, really) and having him as a springboard for any half-formed ideas she shared with him, but there were things Sasha couldn’t share with him, things Sasha didn’t dare speak out loud and hesitated even to think too much about.

That day and the next, Sasha kept getting the feeling that she was being watched, and she wasn’t sure how much of that might actually be Elias- might be Jonah Magnus keeping an eye on her from afar, and how much was just baseless paranoia. Better to play it safe, not risk giving away too much too fast. She made some notes for herself, but there too she could only give away so much, especially when she knew no code was safe.

(She still put the more secretive notes in the language she’d invented for herself back when she was a teenager, but that was as much for nostalgia’s sake as for practicality’s sake.)

The weekend went by fast, too fast, and there was only so much Sasha could do, especially when she had chores to do on top of it all--Christ, the day after a life-changing revelation and she had to spend two hours in a grocery store, because it was that or not have groceries for the rest of the week--and soon enough it was Monday morning, and Sasha was returning to the Institute.

She groaned at her alarm, set even earlier than her usual (which was itself a good couple hours earlier than Sasha would wake up if left to her own devices), but she got up just the same, not even bothering to snooze it once as was her usual routine. The more time she had at the Institute today, the better. There was a lot of ground she needed to cover, after all.

There was a lot to do in the Institute, but once Sasha arrived on its grounds, she realized that she wasn’t entirely sure where to begin. Confronting Elias seemed like a bad idea, but Jon was about as much of a morning person as she was (in other words, not at all), so going to him first thing might be a mistake as well...

Well, Sasha now knew of one danger coming to the Institute, one that had taken her own life in that other future; perhaps she was best off making sure nobody else fell victim to that same fate this time around.

Besides, while Sasha hated Artefact Storage with a passion, the idea of visiting it, briefly, checking in with her former coworkers, wasn’t such a painful one. A little like going home, really, with all the pain and complications that came with a home.

Sasha didn’t know who she’d bump into first when she got there, and she went over the possibilities in her head as she headed to Artefact Storage.

Krys was nice enough, but they were a little too much like Sasha in that they’d want to know everything, know all the details about how she got the information she was sharing, and that was something Sasha couldn’t provide. Maxwell was the type to forget about such warnings until it was too late, or almost too late, and that was a risk she couldn’t afford. Mikey was... well, Mikey was competent enough, admittedly, but he was also just kind of a dick, and Sasha really hoped she wouldn’t have to deal with him.

Luckily, when Sasha entered Artefact Storage, the person waiting for her inside was instead Rana--clever, reliable Rana, with her smooth tawny skin and that long straight hair of hers that Sasha had always admired--and Sasha couldn’t help but smile.

“Rana! Good to see you!” The words rang true, and the smile forming on Sasha’s face was genuine enough; though she’d hated her time in Artefact Storage, she liked the people there (though some of that might just have been trauma bonding), and getting to see Rana again was a treat despite the circumstances.

“Right back at you.” Rana’s smile was a little weaker, but looked no less genuine. “What brings you here so early?”

Sasha snorted with amusement; apparently she still couldn’t live down the handful of times she’d overslept when first working at the Institute, but by now such memories were more nostalgic than irritating.

“I got some information about an artifact that’ll be coming your way soon... or, soon is a bit overstating it, I suppose...” When did that table arrive the first time around? Sasha was having a hard time remembering the month it happened, let alone the date... and depending on how things went in the coming months, even if she recalled the time it showed up down to the second, it might not happen quite the same this time... “Sometime next summer, I believe.”

Rana let out a low whistle. “Planning ahead, are we?”

“Something like that.” Sasha’s laugh wasn’t quite as genuine as her smile. “The artifact in question is a table with a, a web-like pattern, sort of like an optical illusion, with a chunk missing in the middle. And the important bit is that you need to make sure nobody works on it alone. Any tests you do, make sure somebody else is there, or else it’ll go badly--even by Artefact Storage standards.”

Both Rana and Sasha shuddered a little at that; they both knew well enough how messy things could get down here.

“Got it. Should I write that all down?”

“Not a bad idea.”

Rana nodded and started scribbling furiously in a nearby notebook; a quick glance showed that despite her fervent writing speed, her handwriting was still as impeccable as always, far from Sasha’s messy scrawling. “I’ll keep this note on hand, thanks. How’d you hear about this so early, anyway?”

The question was casual, and Sasha answered it the same way, exaggeratedly winking as she said, “That’s classified.”

“Oh, you archive workers, so secretive, down there in your little hole of a basement doing God knows what...”

“Yeah, that’s why everything on file is open for viewing, you know, because it’s top secret and all.”

“Exactly! You understand me.”

Rana let out a laugh at that, and Sasha couldn’t help but join in.

“But seriously, thanks for the heads-up. And it really is good to see you again, it’s been too long! Stay out of trouble in that top secret basement, now, will you?”

Sasha laughed again and shot Rana another exaggerated wink. “No promises.”

[optimist-pine]

It’s Complicated: Part 3 || Leonardo

Pairing: 2012 Leo x Reader

Word Count: 1,649

Warnings: Mature themes throughout

You hold your breath each time Raph helps you jump down another step. The wooden planks below you creak as you draw nearer to the bottom of the staircase, Donnie and April waiting to get you situated comfortably in the living room.

"What were you thinking?" April asks. Her hands rest on her hips, and the way she speaks makes you feel like you're being scolded by your mother. 

If she was going to treat you like a rebellious teenager... you simply shrug in response.

"You're the one I thought I didn't have to keep my eye on." She sighs, making her way out of the room as Raph and Donnie help you get seated.

You notice Leo looming in the background, his eyes flitting away as if he had been watching your conversation.

"Yeah, well..." You inhale sharply as Donnie sends a shock of pain up your leg. "Apparently drunk me made some stupid decisions." You mumble. Your eyes flick back over to Leo when you realize how that must have sounded, but his back is facing you and he gives no sign of having heard.

"You're lucky you didn't break anything." He finishes wrapping your ankle, covering the purple and blue skin hidden beneath. "Don't walk on it at all for the next couple of weeks at least. It'll be best if you keep it propped up and move as little as possible, and put fresh ice on it every hour or so."

You groan. "Thanks, Don." You give him the most sincere smile you can muster. This isn't the first time he's helped you out, and it's far from the last.

He chuckles. "Just try not to get hurt so often? I'm already patching those clowns up constantly..." He says gesturing to his brothers and Casey.

Yeah," you nod, "I'll try."

"Do or do not, there is no try." Mikey's voice wafts over from somewhere behind you.

"Right, Mikey is." Casey chimes in, leaning over the back of your chair, dangling a banana in front of you.

You take the fruit before bonking him in the head with it. "Don't act like you two don't constantly crash and burn." You smirk.

"Hey!" Casey reaches out for the banana but you manage to pull it out of his reach just in time.

"Play nice, children." Raph nags with a mouth full of cereal.

Casey gives up on trying to nab the fruit. "Like you can say anything, Mr. I'll put my fist through anything."

"Yeah, and that includes your face so you better shut it." Raph says, waving his spoon around to emphasize his point.

You snicker at Mikey egging the other two on in the background. "Well he wasn't wrong, was he?" You add with a mouth full of banana. After everything that had happened in the last 24 hours you were savoring every moment of normalcy... including a little bit of friendly bickering.

"You too, buttercup." Raph smirks, even though you know he has no intentions to do anything besides finishing his bowl of cereal.

You snuggle down into the chair. "Hey now, I'm already injured over here. You can't touch me."

Raph straightens up. "Oh, really?" He asks, making his way around the couch towards you.

Before he can get there though, he crashes to the floor, cereal spraying across his face and onto the floor. You can see an ornery glint in Leo's eye, but when he looks at you it disappears. He gets up and leaves the room without saying a word to anyone.

"LEO!" Raph grumbles, continuing to lie in the mess for a moment more, while the others have a good laugh at his expense.

If you could chase Leo down you would. But on the other hand, what would you say anyways? 

---

The others all got going on their chores or training, whatever they had planned for the day, while you stayed put, a stack of novels, puzzle books, and an ancient MP3 player to keep you company. During the day everyone besides Leo had stopped by to change the ice, grab you a snack, or help you to the restroom but it had been a full hour since you had heard anyone inside the house. The ice packs were soggy and warm, and your stomach was starting to grumble incessantly. You had been listening intently for any sound of footsteps, but the only noises you could hear came from your own sighs.

You halted scribbling on your puzzle for a moment, hearing the back door creak open and shut again.

"Could you grab me some more ice please?" You ask just loud enough that whoever it was would be able to hear without feeling like you were yelling at them.

The footsteps back-track towards the kitchen where you hear some rustling around in the freezer and then the fridge, and finally open the cookie jar on the counter. Cookies were reserved specifically for dessert after dinner so you figure it's probably Mikey stealing a pre-dinner snack.

"Thanks, Mike-" You start to greet as he walks into the room, but you realize you've got the wrong turtle."- Oh."

Leo sets down a glass of water and a couple of chocolate chip cookies on the table beside you, moving to change out your ice packs.

"Thanks." You say quietly. You can feel yourself stiffen up as he goes to work on your leg.

He pauses, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before he resumes, the fresh cold of the new ice packs numbing your skin. "You up to finishing that conversation?" He asks.

---

Leo thinks he may be more terrified to face you than he was to face the Shredder. He's good at narrowing down his enemies and seeking out his target. Finishing the fight. But this isn't a battle; there is no winner. 

This isn't something he can predict with strategy, because feelings are never predictable. He can't even begin to guess what's going on inside your mind besides what you've told him already. What he's heard you say aloud. You never wanted this. Never wanted it to happen to him. That it was a stupid decision. That last one you didn't say to his face, but he assumed it applied too.

But he wanted to fix things. You meant too much to him to see you look at himself with such raw pain and confusion. He wanted you to crack some ridiculous dad joke that would make everyone groan, but he would know you only intended it for him. He wanted you to run and jump into his arms, making him drop whatever he was holding already as laughter bubbled up your throat. He wanted you to sit and meditate with him because you're the only one he could focus with.

You've ruined it. Your friendship.

He missed training with you. He had taught you how to fight from the start and you had gotten fairly good fairly quickly. The two of you would banter back and forth, your teasing tone ringing in his ears, and as soon as he would take you down your face would light up like you wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

But right now... Right now you looked like you'd rather be anywhere else. Not even when you first met had you seemed so uncomfortable around him, and it broke his heart.

---

The sooner you get this over with, the sooner you can get past it.

You nod before realizing he isn't looking at you. "Uh, yeah." You manage to stammer out, grabbing the glass of water to take a swig and momentarily distract yourself from the entire situation.

He gets up to return the warm packs to the freezer before settling down uneasily on the couch. It doesn't seem like either of you know where to even begin so you pass him one of the cookies, making his brow crease momentarily. 

"Peace offering?" You question, picking up your own to nibble on. You watch him take a small bite before he appears to steel his nerves and look you in the eye.

"You still don't remember anything?" His eyes are wide, and you notice that he's tapping his heel.

Despite the overwhelming awkwardness you try to remind yourself that this is Leo, maybe the person you are closest to on the entire planet. You care too much about him to let this get between you, even if it's difficult. You take a deep breath. "The last thing I remember is talking to you about... Well I'm not sure what we were talking about but we were sitting on the couch... Or maybe your bed? I'm not really sure... After that, just waking up in your room..." You can feel your cheeks start to heat up so you drain half your water glass in one go. 

"I remember kissing you." He blurts. I'm not sure where or what happened before or after... but I remembered it this morning." His green cheeks are tinged with a bit of pink themselves.

Your stomach starts to flip a little. "Yeah but... we... we did more than that... " You try to swallow but it's getting caught in your throat.

"Yeah..." Leo replies, setting his barely-eaten cookie back on the table.

Yours falls to the floor but it barely registers. "Yeah..." The only thing you can focus on is your leg, bandaged and swollen. The tension in the room presses upon your lungs, and your fingers tap the arm of the chair in random jolts.

"Do you think we've messed this up? Being friends?" Leo asks you, the beginnings of tears in his eyes. You hate seeing him like this, especially when you're the reason for his pain.

"I'm not sure." Your own eyes have sent wet tracks down your cheeks now. "I don't want it to."

"Me neither." He states softly, and you release a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

"If it had to be anyone... I'm glad it was you. I hope that's not the wrong thing to say, but it's true..." You say.

If it had to be anyone he thinks... "Me too."

[rozemieke]

A new story I wrote! It does have underage drinking so if you don't want to read that this story is not for you! The characters are 17 years old and I made up Richies birthday.

Enjoy some soft Reddie!

****

It was a nice, hot day, June was comming to an end and the summer vacation was about to start. The Losers were hanging out at the barrens. They were sitting on some rocks near the water and were chatting. Their exams were over, they defeated IT four years ago and Henry Bowers wasn't there anymore to bully the group. They had nothing to worry about, only their parents and home situations. Not that they were thinking about that right now, when Bill was telling a story without stuttering, Bev was listening with eyes filled with love, Richie was leaning against Eddie who for once, didn't minded the contact, Ben who was happy to have such good friends, Stanley who was listening to the story and looking at the birds and Mike, who was humming a song and enjoying the sun on his skin. It was great.

They were all tired from weeks of studying but it all didn't matter anymore.

It was Richies birthday tomorrow and they would all celebrate at his house, probably by eating a shit tone of candy, drinking a little and watching movies. Nothing big.

"Should we bake a birthday cake?" Eddie suddenly asked. They all looked at him. "Not in my kitchen though." He added quickly.

"We can, I don't mind. I know how to bake." Mike said.

"Do we all want to be covered in eggs and flour though?" Stanley asked. Bill and Ben shrugged. "C'mon it will be fun Stan!" Bill said, looking at the boy. Stan sighed. "Okay."

"Guys you don't have to I mean it's just my birthday." Richie complained.

"It's not just your birthday Richie! We gonna make you the most beautiful fucking cake you've ever seen, fuck you!" Eddie yelled, jumped up, just like Bev and Ben did, and grabbed his backpack.

"Cmon losers. Get your lazy asses up!" Mike laughed and stood up. Just like the rest of the group.

"Who's house were going to?" Asked Bev. "Mine's fine, my parents are at work anyway." Said Ben.

"Of we go then!" Bill yelled.

A few hours later Bens kitchen was a mess, just like the Losers. Eddie was yelling at Richie for being a stupid asshole, Mike was trying to calm everyone down, Bev and Bill were eating the chocolate dough, Stan was kind of done with all of his friends because he was covered in eggs and flower, Ben was yelling at Eddie because Eddie pushed a bowl on the ground and his parents kitchen was ruined.

Bev rolled her eyes.

"SHUT IT ASSHOLES!" she yelled as loud as she could, wich was fucking loud. All the boys went to silence and looked at Bev.

She herself was also covered in flour.

"If we want this cake we need to do something. Stop yelling at each other."

When they all calmed down Mike started to give everyone a chore to do and soon they were all laughing and baking and working together.

Still covered in flour Stan laughed at a joke that Bill made, not angry anymore.

When the cake was baking in the oven they took the time to clean everything up and take showers. Ben didn't really like that caus his kitchen was already ruined and now the bathroom was too, but when the cake came out of the oven it was lopsided and a little ugly but they didn't care. It was tasty after all.

"Beautiful present guys, I love it so much!" Richie said sarcasticly, and got a hit on the head from Bev as reply.

"You know, why wait until tomorrow when we can just eat it now already? It's still warm so it's delicious now." Richie suggested.

Eddie sighed. "It is supposed to cool down otherwise it isn't tasty you dumbass."

"I do want to eat something now though, have you smelled that?" Ben said, looking at the cake.

Eddie rolled his eyes. "We are going to eat the cake as a birthday cake! Not a-day-before-birthday cake!"

"Eddie Spaghetti, let us just eat the cake, we can always make a new one." Richie said, looking at Eddie with pleading eyes. Eddie blushed and rolled his eyes.

"Okay then."

Soon they were all eating the still warm cake. It was perfect. Richie was sitting on the kitchen counter with his mouth stuffed, Eddie was laughing at something Ben was saying, Bev tried not to choke becasue she took a way to big bite of the cake, Bill was laughing at the for being so dumb and Mike was cutting the cake in more pieces.

"I said that it would be a god idea to eat it already!" Richie said with a grin. Eddie rolled his eyes.

"What even are we gonna do tomorrow?" Mike asked, not wanting the boys to fall into their usual bickering.

Richie looked up. "We are gonna get fucking waisted Mikey, my parents promised me to go away all night, they'll probably sleep over at my aunts house out of this shitty town so we have the house for us alone. So we are gonna get waisted."

Stan tolled his eyes when Bev whooped.

Eddie was staring at the ground and Ben and Bill were grinning.

"I need to be home early tomorrow otherwise my mom will be mad, I can't get waisted and I don't want to."

"Eds! It's my birthday! Cmon!" Richie whined.

Eddie shoved Richie away.

"No! I can't! And I don't like you when you're drunk!" He yelled, walking out of the kitchen. Richie jumped off the counter and followed him to the living room.

"It's fine Eds, calm down." He said as he tried to place his hands om Eddies shoulders. Eddie shrugged them off.

"No it's not." He said, a little grumpy.

"Yo Eddie I'll stay sober with you while the others wreck themselfs alright?" Mike yelled from the kitchen. Eddie shot him a thankful look.

"Okay, now let's go get you guys stuff and let's go over to my place! Let the party begin!" Richie yelled.

Five hours later they were all starting to drink. It was maybe 10pm, and Richie wanted to make a toast.

"Dear friends!" He started of, standing on the couch, speaking with a terrible British accent. "Shut up already!" Eddie yelled. Ben trew a piece of wrapping paper from a present that previously had been opened to his head. Richie ducked away and laughed.

"No I just want to say that I love you all very much, thank you for being my friends, and thank you putting up with me!"

Bev started to laugh. "Bohoo! Shut up!"

Richie laughed as he jumped from the couch.

"No but I mean it."

The others cheered as they took gulps from their beers.

Eddie and Mike were just drinking apple juice, and Eddie felt a little guilty because he knew that Mike liked getting drunk with Bill.

Eddie sighed. "Fuck it Mike, drink whatever you want, I don't care, my mom isn't here anyway and she's not the boss of me." Eddie suddenly said, getting up to get some beers.

He didn't care. Fuck his mom and her rules and her weird ass behaviour. She made him think he was sick for so many years! So fuck her, he wasn't gonna sit here and be all sober because of her!

"Richie do you have anything else then beer? Because beer's disgusting!" Eddie yelled from the kitchen to the living room.

"I don't know, wait!"

Richie got up and got the kitchen. "What do you want do drink?" He asked, looked at the stuff in the fridge.

Eddie shrugged. "Something that isn't as disgusting as beer."

Richie grinned. "I got some shit in the liquor cabinet but that's, like, you get wasted of that pretty quickly."

Eddie shrugged, a twinkle in his eyes, looking al rebellious and ready to not give a shit.

Richie loved it when Eddie was all against his mothers rules. How his behaviour changed in a way and how he was more himself, not caring and not in control of someone.

"Give me it. I don't care." Richie grinned. "That's the spirit Eds, fuck them all."

Eddie nodded and followed Richie to the living room. "Eddie Spaghetti wants to crack open the good stuff! Who's in?" Richie yelled.

Stan smiled. He loved his dumbass friends, and he didn't like the taste of beer either so he was happy when Richie opened a bottle of cherry flavoured vodka. Eddie grabbed the bottle with a furious look in his eyes.

The others eyes went big, all yelling and whooping when Eddie took a big ass gulp from the bottle.

"Eddie! What the fuck!" Bev yelled trough a giggle, taking over the bottle from him. Eddie grinned, taking over the bottle from Mike who also had taken a gulp.

When Bev decided to play some music and it escaleted quickly to all the losers yelling while acting dramaticly along with the music.

Eddie was having a blast, he knew that he was a lightweight, and he knew that he was already on the verge between drunk and tipsy, but he felt amazing.

Richie was grinning when he saw Eddie all happy, the smaller boy being alive and cute and with a blush on his cheeks. Way to cute Eds, Richie though before taking another gulp of the bottle. Eddie smiled at him and walked over to him.

"I want the last bit." He said as he took the bottle and shugged what was over from it. Richies eyes went big. "Eds, I mean, do whatever you want but you don't want to be all hangover in the morning do ya?"

Eddie wasn't listening, he had closed his eyes and had thrown his hands up and was singing along to a song. His hips swaying and his pink lips moving along with the words.

Richie rolled his eyes and danced along. Eddie opened his eyes, looking up at Richies face. Eddie giggled. He fucking giggled, grabbed Richies hands and they danced togheter.

When the song ended Eddie was laughing so hard he needed to sit down. "Richie, you dance like shit!" He wheezed. "What?! Shut up dickhead!" Richie complained.

"You're like, an awkward moving stick Richie! You do need to loosen up when you dance, don't be so stiff!" Eddie yelled, still laughing.

Richie plopped down on the couch. "Mean, fuck you Eds."

Eddie grinned. "You can come and call me that after you learn how to dance!" Eddie yelled, making the others laugh. Ben raised his hand for a high five.

"I'm gonna go outside for a smoke, since I'm being bullied in here anyway, you comming Bev?" Richie asked, walking outside.

As soon as they were both gone Eddie let out a groan.

Mike looked up. "What's wrong?"

"He just doesn't fucking get it doesn't he? He's so dumb!"

Stan and Mike shared some confused glances.

"Wait w-what?" Bill asked, as confused as the others.

Eddie sighed, sliding of the couch so he was now sitting on the ground. He pouted.

"Richie! He's a dumbass."

Ben sat down next to Eddie on the floor. "What isn't he getting exactly?"

"That I want to kiss him on his stupid mouth! How doesn't he realise that I like him!? It's not like it isn't fucking obvious anyway!"

Stans eyes widened, the others looked at each others with confusing looks and big grins.

"Well maybe you should tell him Eddie. Richie's not good at taking hints." Stan said, sitting down on the couch.

"But then why does he calls me nicknames and calls me cute!?" Eddie yelled.

Ben laughed. "Well that's just Richie." Mike said.

"That tall ass is going to fucking kill me with his stupidness." Eddie whined.

Bill tried to hide his laughter.

"Well Eddie, I'm not saying you should totally kiss him tonight but maybe I am." Mike said. Eddie rolled his eyes. "I don't want this to be another dumb as drunk kiss he doesn't remember Mike."

"ANOTHER??!!" Ben yelled. Eddie hid his face in his hands, trying not to blush.

"Yea shut up alright? Richie doesn't remember anyway."

"What didn't I remember shortcakes?" Richie said as he entered the room. All the boys looked up. Eddie blushed, looking at his socks.

"Tell me Eds!" Richie said, scooting next to Stanley on the couch.

Eddie shook his head. "Fuck you Trashmouth." He whispered. Richie looked at Stan with a questionable look on his face. Stan shrugged, acting like he didn't know.

"Come with me Eds." Richie suddenly said, getting of the couch. Eddie looked up, frowning, but letting Richie pull him up from the ground.

"What do you want Richie?" Eddie asked, as soon as they entered Richies bedroom.

Richie sighed. "I do remember."

Eddies eyes widened. "Fuck of." He said as he sat down on the bed, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"No. I do! I remember us, sitting on the roof, right there," Richie pointed outside to the roof of the garage right out his bedroom window.

"I remember us talking about this boring town, and you suddenly saying that you never kissed anyone."

Eddie blushed, but it was true, everything Richie was saying was true.

"I remember me, taking another gulp from something we were drinking and not going in on the subject. I remember you, cheeks pink, hair ruffled from the wind, all cute and chivering, telling me you wanted to go inside because you were cold. I remember us climbing trough the window and sitting on my bed."

Eddie sighed.

"Okay, I get it! You remember, so what! It happened, we can't turn back the time, and I'm sorry if you regret it."

Richie looked at Eddie and sat down next to him, a little closer than needed.

"I don't regret a single second from it Eds."

Eddie didn't answer, so they sat in an awkward silence for a lot more minutes then Eddie wanted.

Suddenly Richie turned around to face him, placed a hand on Eddies hip to pull him even closer and looked at Eddie with his big brown eyes.

Eddie gulped." Is this okay?" Richie asked, his voice soft. Eddie could smell his breath. Beer and cigarettes, normally he found that disgusting, but not now, now he liked it.

Eddie nodded, knowing what was about to come next. Knowing that one of them only had to lean in to let their lips touch.

"Is it okay if I kiss you again Eddie?" Richie asked.

Eddie didn't know what to answer. He just leaned in, placing his hands on the sides of Richies face before deepening the kiss.

Richie smiled against Eddies lips.

"Your glasses are in the way." Eddie said before taking them of of Richies face.

"Now I can't see how beautiful you are Eds!" Richie whined. Eddie giggled and leaned in for another kiss, pressing him down on the mattress so they were now laying face to face, still making out.

"I like kissing you Eds. You're quite good at it, you know." Richie said when they broke the kiss to breath.

Eddie grinned.

"I learned that from your mom."

Richie laughed, pulling Eddie closer, hugging him.

"Touché Eddie Spaghetti, touché."

"Hey Fuckos! Stop being horny and get your asses down! We want to watch a movie and we need to decide which one!" Beverly yelled trough Richies bedroom door.

Eddie jumped up, blushing, and Richie just grinned.

"We're comming Bev!" He yelled as he got up too.

"Do I have sex hair?" Richie asked. Eddie turned even redder. "What the fuck is sex hair Richie."

"Ya know, a fresh fucked look, all ruffled and pulled on, standing in different directions, fresh from the sex."

"Ew. Disgusting. And no."

"Great, wouldn't want to spread any rumours about what we did in here."

Eddie shoved him to the side. "Shut up! We didn't even have sex!" Eddie yelled.

Richie leaned in closer. "I would want to." He whispered in Eddies ear. Eddie shivered and pushed him off.

"Yeah no not here and not now. I don't even know what we are Richie. What is this? Us? Friends? Friends with benefits? Boyfriends?"

"Do you want us to be?" Richie asked, grabbing Eddies hands and looking in his eyes.

Eddie was looking everywhere except at Richie.

"Eddie? Do you want us to be?" Richie asked again.

"Yes." He whispered, blushing.

Richie smiled. "Okay, Eddie spaghetti, my beautiful boyfriend, let's go downstairs and blow the others socks of with this news."

Edie laughed, pressed a little kiss to Richies cheek and followed him downstairs.

"Hey fuckers! Meet my boyfriend!" Richie yelled as he entered the living. Eddie rolled his eyes but couldn't hide a small smile on his face.

"Yeah well no shit that took you guys long enough." Stanley said, grinning.

The others just laughed and asked stupid questions, but Eddie didn't mind.

When they picked a movie and Eddie was sitting on Richies lap, his back leaning against Richies chest and Richies hands tabled with his, he couldn't hide the big smile.

And for Richie? For Richie it was the best birthday present he could ever wish for.

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That's it! Enjoy!

[fanfic-inator795]

RotTMNT Oneshot: Winter Nights

Summary:  It can be hard dealing with all the snow and the cold, especially for four little turtles. But, even the harshest times of the year can still bring light and joy - their father will make sure of that.

((This story is also posted on AO3. Unfortunately I can’t provide a link since Tumblr’s still being weird about links showing up in tags, but if you can, please hop over there and give this story a kudos or a comment. Anyway, enjoy! ^v^))

Even with how deep they were underground, he could hear the wind howling above. His hearing was much sharper now, thanks to the mutation… Though, if he was being honest, he was more thankful for the warm fur covering his body than the increased strength in his senses. Especially now, with four small, cold bodies clinging to him.

Lou Jitsu sighed, watching his breath form a cloud in front of him before evaporating. Taking a moment to pull the thick blanket tighter around him, he then started absentmindedly petting the head of one of his boys, though he wasn’t really sure which one. Not that it really mattered, he was pretty sure none of them could feel it anyway.

He had been afraid - completely and utterly terrified - the morning he had been unable to wake any of his sons up. However, a bit of research gave him some relief, and he prayed that they would all wake up as happy and healthy as usual once the hibernation season was over. But until then, all he could do was hold them and keep them warm.

“What I wouldn’t give for a kotatsu right now,” Lou mumbled, resting his tired head against the cold metal of the sewer pipe, “Or maybe just a strong drink…” If only he could fall into his own hibernation… Just fall into a deep, peaceful sleep and forget all his troubles.

Underneath the blanket, he felt a couple of his sons start to shiver. So, he sat up and hunched over the small bodies in his lap, protecting the baby turtles as best he could.

Above them, people cheered and screamed despite the cold, with the bright lights and the city-wide celebration being more than enough to tempt most into braving the harsh winds and frigid temperatures.

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“Why’re we so sleepy all the time now, Papa?”

“Because it’s winter,” Lou answered simply, “And you are turtles. Turtles get sleepy in the winter. Remember that picture book I gave you?”

Donatello pouted. Of course he remembered, he had read that book back and forth looking for answers, and had only found simple statements. “But why? Why do we have to be so sleepy in winter?” He stumbled forward, clinging tightly to his father’s robe and acting more like the youngest of their family rather than the second oldest. “It’s not fair… I don’t wanna sleep…”

Lou patted the softshell’s head. “I know you are frustrated, Purple, but winter will be over soon.”

“Not soon enough,” the boy pouted. Knowing he wouldn’t be in the mood to walk, Lou picked him up and carried him over to the heat lamp that had been set up in the corner of the small, stone room. The lamp had been a miracle of a find, as were the small space heaters he had managed to discover and fix up before the city dump had been almost completely covered in snow. But, even with there being plenty of heat sources, it still wasn’t warm enough to keep his boys awake, nor were the lamps and heaters comforting enough to keep them from wanting to cuddle up next to their rat-dad at least once a day.

As he got closer to the cuddle pile, he could see that Donnie wasn’t the only one awake. While Mikey and Leo were happily sleeping the season away, Raphael was lying on his back, looking restless and annoyed. Lou made sure to give him a couple pats as well.

“Why can’t we move somewhere with no winter, Pop?” Raph asked. He tried to stand up, but only managed to sit up before flopping back down on his stomach.

“The only parts of this country that are warm this time of the year are miles and miles away,” Lou tried to explain, “And by the time we arrived there, winter would be over, and it would be time to go back home.”

“I know what that’s called,” Donnie said, perking his head up slightly, “From the book! It’s called… migrasin, or something...”

“Well I wanna migrasin!” Raph demanded, giving his father the sternest (yet sleepiest) glare he could muster. It was adorable, but Lou held back a smile, not wanting to make the four year old’s mood worse.

“Maybe next winter. Now come on, back in bed, both of you.” There were a few protests and a couple sobs, but eventually his two oldest sons settled down, sleeping alongside their brothers as their father began singing a simple Japanese lullaby to them.

Still, as his gentle voice echoed through their temporary home, the rat-man couldn’t help but feel pity for his sons, and hoped that this year’s winter would be a short one…

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“...They sorta look like… sparkles.”

“Yeah, cold sparkles! How does somethin’ so small make it so cold?!”

“I think it looks pretty!”

“And look, it turned into water in my hand!”

“I thought you already learned that, Dee.”

“I did! But this is the first time seein’ it happen! And if it gets cold enough, it’ll turn back into ice! Isn’t that neat?!”

“Yeah, it’s really cool. Ice cool ~”

“Booooo.”

“What are you boys doing?” Lou - now called Splinter occasionally by his kids - asked. He tried to look stern, but amused smirk still crept onto his face as the turtles sheepishly moved away from the open sewer grate. Thanks to the bright light from the street lamps, he could see small flakes of snow fall through the grate and onto the metal floor of their sewer domain.

“We were just… checkin’ out the snow,” Raph explained, kicking his foot slightly, “Cause, I thought it was just rain, an’ then Leo said that he thought it was snow, so we had ‘ta double check and… We wanted to see the snow.”

“It’s really pretty!” Mikey repeated, his eyes practically sparkling. Splinter chuckled. He had a feeling there would be quite a few snowflakes drawn on the walls of their home in the next few weeks, courtesy of the young box-turtle artist.

“And so small!” “Really REALLY small!” the twins exclaimed. “It’s so weird!” “But so cool!” “Stop using that joke, Leon!” “Make me, Don- *yawn* nie…”

The rat’s smile fell slightly. “...Come on, you four. Home is just down this pipe.” And this time, he would be standing behind them, to make sure there was no more wandering off. Though, just because he could only see their backsides didn’t mean he couldn’t still see their disappointment…

As soon as they were in their home, he gave each of them a sweater or hoodie to wear to bed before sending them off to their rooms. With a bit of luck, winter wouldn’t completely hit for a couple more weeks, giving him time to prepare - and his kids a bit more time to play. But…

“It still won’t be enough,” he mumbled to himself, his ears folding down low.

New York winters were particularly harsh, it seemed. Always cold, always lasting for months, and never turtle-friendly - especially not for turtles who were old enough that they didn’t need all day naps. Turtles who were old enough and energetic enough to desire more than just a couple hours a day for playtime, especially now that they were starting to discover various interests and favorite things to do. Turtles who were absolutely miserable this time of year, no matter how much comfort Splinter tried to give them or how many Christmas decorations he scavenged in order to bring cheer to their home.

He clenched his fists, tail twitching slightly in agitation. He had to do something about this… He needed to do something for his boys! Rat or not, Lou Jitsu certainly wasn’t about to let this cruel season hold his family hostage for yet another year!

So, as soon as he was sure his boys were tucked in and sleeping away, he got to work.

()()()()()()()()()()()()()

It was late, nearly midnight, but even the lively Big Apple seemed to be at peace. Most of the city’s citizens were tucked into their beds, grateful that there was no evening snow to shovel. The sky was clear as well, with there only being a slight icy breeze felt in the air. Still, as pleasant as the weather was, it was still winter - still a season of snow and ice and freezing cold.

Naturally, this cold was felt throughout the vast urban landscape, even in its deepest sewers…

“Daaaad, why do we gotta go out tonight anyway?” Leon pouted. He leaned on his twin, who begrudgingly refrained from pushing him away, if only so he wouldn't have to take his hands out of the sleeves of his coat.

Splinter glanced back at the boy, his eyes slightly hidden under the cabbie beret he was wearing. “You said you were bored, did you not?”

“Well yeah but, that doesn't mean I wanna help with chores…” Leo quietly retorted. Sure, he hated being stuck all season, but whatever his father was planning didn't exactly seem like a great alternative.

“Me neither… Especially when it's so cold above,” Donnie added, already bracing himself for the bitter cold as he and his family began walking into the tunnel. He tucked his chin under his scarf, wishing that he could go all the way inside his shell like his youngest brother could. “We should’a waited until I finished my new machine! It'll be able to dig through dumpsters and junk yards for us so we don't have to get our hands cold!”

“Then it is a good thing that tonight is not a scavenging night.”

The two five year olds blinked. ...Well, this made sense, they supposed. After all they still had plenty of food, as well as a couple toys they had managed to find. And thanks to their father having spent weeks gathering up abandoned costs and blankets for them all before the real snowstorms started to hit, there was nothing else they really needed. “So why are we going up then?” the purple turtle inquired, not liking being confused, “And WHERE are we going?!”

“You shall see, Purple One. Just a bit longer, our destination is just a few minutes away.” His rat ears perked up slightly as another one of his sons groaned.

“But why can’t you just tell us where we’re going, Pop?” Raph complained, crossing his arms.

“Because it would ruin the surprise.”

“Ugh…” Raphael kicked a stray chunk of ice, making sure to kick it towards the sewer walls so it didn't hit anyone in his family, and smiling just a little when the ice shattered on impact. “I still wanna know though…”

“I just hope it’s somewhere fun,” Leo added, thinking about all the trips they would take during the warmer seasons to places like the park or a restaurant or a mall, both to learn how to sneak around and to enjoy themselves without humans bugging them. Not like now, where they were just stuck inside their home half the time and trapped under a heat lamp or a blanket for the other half. “We haven’t been to the city in for- eeeeeever! ”

“I promise you boys that it’ll be well worth the effort,” Splinter insisted. He carefully stepped around a small puddle of ice, and used his tail to give his sons a path to follow.

“Papa knows the best places ever,” Mikey stated confidently as he easily grabbed his father’s thick coat and began to climb up onto his shoulders. As much as they helped with keeping him from getting too sleepy most of the time, the thick material of his parka and the clunky boots on his feet made it a bit harder to be as bouncy as he usually was. Thankfully he - as well as the rest of his brothers -  had gotten a couple weeks to get used to moving around in their new every-day attire. And even if he hadn’t, Mikey’s grip and balance were as perfect as ever, even at only the tender age of four. Splinter had no doubt in his mind that his youngest would grow up to be quite the acrobat.

As he nuzzled his father’s warm fur, Mikey asked, “Is it still going to be winter where we’re going?”

“Yes, Orange,” the rat said simply, “Of course.”

“Oh…” And just like that, Mikey’s enthusiasm for this secret destination disappeared, his mood falling in line with his grumpy and reluctant older brothers’. “...I hate winter,” he mumbled, face still pressed up against Splinter’s furry cheek. Splinter held back a sigh, and stretched up his tail, using it to give his youngest son a comforting pat.

All of his hard work - all of his prepping and scavenging, getting every they would need, listening to the weather report several times a day as he waited for the perfect night - it would all be worth it. He was sure of it.

“Do you boys know why winter is so cold?” he asked as he looked down their metal path. He could begin to see light.

“‘Cause of all the snow!” Donnie answered immediately, “And wind, and ice, and all that other bad stuff!”

“Very good, Purple - except for that last part. Winter is not completely bad, it is just another season. Another part of life.”

“Yeah it is!” Raph lightly argued, “It’s always all cold and wet and- and cold!”

“True, winter can be tough to get through,” Splinter nodded, “The cold can be dangerous, if you aren’t prepared… But, there can be bright spots to this season.”

Leon tilted his head in confusion. “Like what?”

But Splinter didn’t give an answer. Instead, he simply said “Oh look, we are almost there.” Thanking his lucky stars that their new home was so close to a park, Splinter took them up to the entryway of the pipe where metal met snow, and watched as his sons’ expressions turned to ones of awe and amazement.

To them, snow was just the white stuff that fell from the sky and made things cold, the mysterious force that forced them to stay underground whenever it first started falling. Other than letting it fall into their open hands for just a moment or two, they had never really seen it up close. They had never seen what it looked like on the ground - and had certainly never seen this much of it! Entire fields of it, stretching all the way to the trees and sidewalks on the edge of the park as it sparkled in the light of the bright moon above.

“Whoaaaaaaaa…”

“Mm-hm,” Splinter nodded. He gave them all an encouraging smile as he took a hand out of his coat sleeve and gestured towards the winter wonderland. “Your gloves and booties should protect you, so go ahead and try-”

“WHOO!” In an instant, Mikey leapt from his father’s shoulder and right into the snow. He fumbled a little, nearly slipping but catching himself just in time. “Whoaaaa, it really is snow!” Curious, he put a hand to the snow, and with a squeak he pulled it away. It really was cold! But also soft… He put a hand to it again, this time scooping up an entire handful. It was like cold sand! With a laugh, he threw it up and let it rain down on him. Sure it was still cold, but the warmth of his clothes as well as just the excitement of it all kept him wide awake.

“Looks like Orange has the right idea,” Spinter smirked. His older children looked on, their own curiosity growing. One by one, each turtle stepped out into the snow, exploring how it felt in their gloved hands and under their feet while Mikey continued trying to do spins and flips in it, not caring if he slipped a little.

“So, this is all the snow that fell from the sky?” Leo asked, looking back at his father, “All clumped together? I didn’t even know snow could do that!” No wonder it made things so cold! But it was so pretty too, and so- so-... White! Definitely a shock to a five year old red-earred slider who only ever knew the dark colors of the sewers and the warm colors of his blankets and his father’s robe.

“It’s cause the ice that snow is made out of sticks together better the colder it gets!” Donnie grinned, the gears in his little mind already turning as he picked up his own handful of snow. “It really is like water, like how a puddle just gets bigger the more rain you put in it. It just all stays together, see Dad?!”

Amused, Splinter put a hand to his chin, feigning surprise. “How interesting! You know, I believe you can turn water into steam as well, once it gets too hot. Water is a very fluid element, you know.”

“I wonder what else I could turn water into…” Donnie mumbled, bringing the handful up to his eyes and examining the snow crystals carefully. Splinter expected nothing less from his clever Purple boy. He made a note to himself to try and ‘borrow’ a book from the library on the water cycle and other weather phenomenon for his son later.

Raph meanwhile, had made his own discovery. “It tastes a lot like water too,” he commented before taking another bite of his handful, not minding the coldness off it too much, “Crunchy water…” When he noticed his brothers giving him a bit of a look, he just shrugged. “It looked like sugar! I thought it would be yummy!”

“Soooo, what do we do in the snow now, Pop?” Leo asked. If the snow covered all the grass and trees, then it probably covered up any play equipment at the park too, so what else could be done?

Splinter, remembering all the various snow days from his own childhood very clearly, gave a grin. “Well, Blue, since you asked…”

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“I’m gonna get you this time, Leo!” “Nuh uh! I’m gonna get YOU!” “Heh, you gotta catch me first!”

Snowballs flew through the sky one after the other, most of them falling flat onto the earth rather than hitting their target. Leo could dodge and evade like nobody’s business, but he had a bit of trouble with throwing far, and half the time he’d throw them upwards and end up hitting himself with them. As for Raph, he would keep trying to make the “biggest snowballs ever” in between attacks, not caring how many times they’d crash to the ground, not getting anywhere near his brother.

But it hardly mattered, really. Raph and Leo still continued to laugh and chase after each other, neither of them keeping any sort of score.

“Raphieeee!” Raph turned to see his baby brother waving his arms at him. Practically a whole army of snow angels had been formed in the field behind him, complete with stars and pictures drawn beside them.

“Whoaaa, cool!” Raph grinned, “I wanna try!” Letting himself go limp, the snapper fell back onto the snow, and began moving his legs and arms. With a much bigger back and thicker limbs, the angel didn’t come out quite as clean as Mikey’s, but he was still proud of it.

“Now your angel and mine can be friends!” Mikey beamed before turning to his blue brother, “Hey Leon, you wanna make an angel too?”

Leo breathed out a cold breath and rubbed his arms a bit. “Maybe later, Mikey. I wanna do something first.” Knowing instantly what Leo was going for, Raph and Mikey followed his lead back to where their father sat with his carefully packed tote bag beside him.

Splinter hummed. “More hot cocoa?” he guessed. The boys nodded enthusiastically, making him chuckle. “Alright, but remember to share, Blue” he said, reaching into his bag, “This is the last of it, and then you all will have to have soup instead.”

“Kay!” Leo took a couple sips before passing the thermos along. “Hey Donnie, d’you want- WHOA! Donnie, are you making a snow machine or something?”

“No, it’s a snow turtle!” Donnie explained, pressing a bit more snow onto the back of his creation, “It’s like a snowman - that was what Dad made when he was a kid - but wayyy better, cause it’s a turtle. Come on, I’ll show you guys how to make one!” Quickly finishing up the cocoa, the three of them cheered and ran over to their purple brother, eager to learn how to make this amazing thing.

As for Splinter, he just continued to watch his sons play and actually enjoy the season for the first time in their young lives. It had, indeed, been very much worth it…

However, as clearly as he could see the happy grins on his boys’ faces, he could also see the young reptiles start to shiver. Even with all the layers of clothing and warm things to drink and eat, they couldn’t stay out there forever. Still, there was one last thing he wanted them to experience before calling it a night…

“This is gonna be AWESOME!” Raph grinned, gripping the edge of their ‘ride’ tightly. Mikey nodded, having to force himself to sit still and not hop up and down in excitement, as per his father’s request. Donnie stepped in next, looking a bit more cautious. His twin seemed to share the same concerns, glancing back at his rat-dad.

“And you sure this is okay?” he asked, “An’ not something crazy people do?”

“Hmmm, well, I’m PRETTY sure.” “Daaaad!” Splinter laughed. “It is completely safe, Blue, believe me.” The hill wasn’t too steep, and there were no trees or rocks in sight. It was the most perfect sledding spot he had ever seen! “It’ll be alright,” he insisted.

Admittedly curious, Leo finally stepped on, making sure to huddle up next to his brothers and leave plenty of room on the trash can lid for Splinter to sit down on it. “Okay,” Splinter began, giving a toothy grin. He placed his tail on the cold ground as he wrapped his arms around his boys. “Hang on, all of you! Ready… aaaand… GO!” His tail pushed against the snow, and in an instant, they were off!

He heard the boys yelp, but within seconds they were all laughing and shouting in excitement, grinning as they flew down the hill. Still keeping his tail out, Splinter steered them, allowing their makeshift sled to weave back and forth, and even hop off the ground a couple times!

“Faster! Faster!” his children cheered, hollering and putting their hands in the air. So, Splinter leaned forward, increasing their speed. Maybe he could try out a couple tricks too, he thought to himself. A couple spins, or-

The lid hopped off the ground once more, hitting an unseen bump that Splinter hadn’t been expecting. As such, his arms weren’t wrapped quite as tightly around his turtles as they should of been. And, as their ‘sled’ came back down to earth, time seemed to slow as he watched his youngest fly off of it.

“MICHELANGELO!” Splinter cried out with a gasp as the box-turtle landed. However, instead of stopping dead (Splinter cringed. Bad word choice, very bad) in the snow, the young orange acrobat instinctively tucked into himself and rolled until he was safely on his shell.

“Woo hoo!” Mikey cheered, his body - and his own makeshift ‘sled’ - easily keeping up with his family’s speed, “I’m sledding! I’m sledding!”

“No way! Go Mikey!” Hey, I wanna shell-sled!” “Me too!” Before he could even try to stop them, each one of his sons backwards dove over the side of the metal lid. Even Donnie was daring enough to try it, knowing that the small backpack stuffed under his coat would easily protect his shell. And, just like their baby brother, each of them began to scream and laugh with delight as they slid down the hill.

“...Oh, what the heck?” Splinter mumbled, his grin returning. He crouched down, and- “ HOT SOOOOUP! ” he howled, jumping headfirst into the snow and leaving the trash can lid behind as he rolled away from it.

Unbothered by the splashing snow - unbothered by the cold or the wind or even winter itself - the five of them slid and flipped and spun and cartwheeled to their hearts’ content, until finally slowing down as they reached the bottom of the hill. Yet even as they laid there, their joyful laughter still couldn’t be contained.

“I LOVE winter!” Mikey yelled as loud as he could, his brothers enthusiastically agreeing with him. Still laughing as his heart continued to race - Goddid he miss this feeling, though it felt even better now that he was sharing it - Splinter gathered up his boys, hugging them close. “See? It’s just as I said,” he said, a bit breathless, “Lots of good things about winter!”

“Yeah!” “Uh huh!” “Lots of good things!” “I LOVE WINTER!” The turtles laughed again, still smiling even as their joy mellowed out and fell back to earth like snowflakes in the night.

Unsurprisingly, all the excitement had completely wiped them out, and Splinter had a feeling that even with heat, they’d still end up sleeping for a couple days straight. Even so, as he carried three turtles in his arms and one on his back through the icy sewers, he found he didn’t have any regrets.

Their wet parkas and booties were taken off as soon as they reached their home, instantly replaced with cozy sweaters and hoodies that Splinter had left sitting near one of the space heaters. “Come on, little ones,” he cooed, guiding them towards their rooms, “It is way past your bedtimes.”

“Hey, Papa?” Leo said suddenly, his voice quiet as he rubbed his eye.

“Yes, Blu-?” Leo grabbed onto him, hugging him tightly. His brothers quickly followed, their smiles strong despite their fatigue.

“Thanks for making winter fun,” Leo finished, nuzzling his stomach, “It was really fun...”

“Of course,” Splinter nodded, happily returning the hug, “I am glad to hear you all enjoyed it.”

“Can we go play in the snow again later?” Raph asked, nearly cutting himself off with a yawn.

The rat man hummed. It probably wouldn’t be for a while. There was a snowstorm announced for next week, with harsh wind chills after that… But after tonight, there was no denying that even the harshest conditions could still have perfect nights.

With a soft smile, Splinter answered with “...I suppose we could make nights like this a tradition.”

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“You got it all ready, Mikey?”

“Yep!” Mikey proudly lifted up the tote bag. “Two thermoses of soup, three of hot chocolate - and all in different flavors!”

Raph grinned, nodding. “Great job, bro. Now-”

“I’m telling you, Leon, my sled is Olympic-level quality!” he heard Donnie argue as the rest of their group (save for one member) walked into the kitchen, “There’s absolutely no way you’re going to beat me in ANY race. Period!”

“Dude, not only do snowboards beat sleds any day of the week, but my snowboarding skills are LEGENDARY!” Leo insisted, completely unphased by his twin’s boasting, “Come on! Everyone knows it’s not the equipment, it’s the champion that uses it.”

“Tc’ch, yeah,” Donnie rolled his eyes, “Just make sure you don’t slip and fall flat on your shell again, Champ.”

“I mean, if you ask me,” April smirked, her old green and gold sled already tucked under her arm, “I think I’m gonna kick both your shells, but that’s just me.”

Raph shook his head at the three of them, though even this old debate couldn’t bring his mood down too far. (Especially once he saw Mikey sneaking some gingerbread snickerdoodles into the bag.) “Hey Pop! You ready to go?”

“Just a moment, Red!” Splinter asked, his eyes still glued to the fabric screen in front of him, “You know how I like my holiday specials!” Though, it seemed that even the holiday spirit wasn’t enough to convince the scorpions to be docile, pinching away at the poor contestant and destroying his chances of winning a season’s worth of Christmas cakes and fried chicken. Chuckling, Splinter finally turned off the tv and began getting dressed, his ears open to the conversations the rest of his family was having.

From what he could hear, Mikey was planning some sort of ‘snow sculpture masterpiece’ while Raph was already egging Leo on for a snowball fight after his, Donnie and April’s race down the hill. April was insisting that they also had to try ice skating with her now that the pond in Central Park was finally frozen enough, and Donnie sounded eager to try out some new invention of sorts along with his high tech sled.

Splinter’s smile softened. Maybe he didn’t do much during them these days, other than sipping cocoa on a bench and occasionally hitting one of his boys with a surprise snowball for laughs (had to always keep them on their toes, after all). Maybe leaving his comfy chair and going out into the cold with his aging joints was a bit of a pain. Quite a bit of a pain, actually. And maybe - no, certainly - his family was old enough to go have fun in the snow without any supervision from him.

Still, Splinter found himself unable to give up their tradition. Not as long as his family still enjoyed it, still enjoyed his company, and not as long as it still brought smiles to his sons’ faces even in the coldest weather.

So, he bundled himself up, and followed his family down the cold sewer tunnel and into the light of the moon and the sparkling, pure-white snow, fully expecting another perfect snow night.

THE END

[thegreatwhiteferret]

When The Tin Roof Gets To Talkin’

Summary: Mike and Stan get caught in a rainstorm and take shelter in the barn, Stan is more than happy to ride out the storm with Mike.

Pairing: Mike X Stan (Stanlon)

Rating: Explicit

A/N: This was a request from the wonderful billbenbev who wanted some serious Stanlon smut. Here you are darling, some filthy filthy smut where Stan and Mike get it on in a barn to the sound of raindrops on the tin roof. Hopefully this is kind of what you were looking for. I hope you enjoy it!!! Thank you for your kind words and request, I love you dearly and I hope that you love this! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

NSFW Under the Cut...

Stanley Uris was not what people would picture as the stereotypical farm boy. He didn’t have bulging muscles, a twang in his voice, and he most certainly did not wear cowboy boots. He didn’t meet any of those requirements, but Stan was completely comfortable admitting that he was, in fact, a farm boy.

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Back in May, Stan had asked Mike if there was anything that he could do to help out on the Hanlon farm over the summer. Their junior year of high school had proved to be difficult on Stan’s mental health. He found himself far more stressed out, his compulsions and obsessive thoughts were getting worse, and he was having more and more debilitating panic attacks. He wanted to get away, to find something else to focus on, something where he could devote his attention to completing the tasks of a routine.

He had gotten the idea to ask Mike if he needed help on the farm after the whole Losers club had gone out one weekend for a boozy sleepover party. He had gotten up with Mike to help him tend to his morning chores, while the others all slept off their hangovers. Mike had a mental checklist, and everytime that they completed an item off of if, he would give Stan a high five and they would move on to the next step. Stan found the whole process mentally stimulating in the best way possible. He felt fulfilled. When he had gotten back to his house the following afternoon, his mind began racing again, searching for the comfort that he had found at the Hanlon farm with Mike. He knew immediately that he wanted to spend more time there, especially when school let out the following month, so he decided to ask Mike.

“Are you serious, Stan? You want to waste your summer before senior year working on the farm?” Mike asked with uncertainty while he stuck his Algebra Two book back in his locker.

“Yeah. I’m serious.” Stan responded from where he was leaning against the locker next to Mike’s. “I just...the repetition of the routines...I think it could be good, Mikey. It might help, but if you think it’ll be a hassle to have me around…”

“No. That’s not what I meant, Stan.” Mike tried to clarify and backtrack. “I meant that it’s kind of boring and monotonous. Not exactly what I would choose to do, if I had a choice.”

“You know I like routines, Mike. Monotonous is not always a bad thing.” Stan rocked back on his heels, waiting for Mike to finish up at his locker so that they could head to their American history class.

“Okay, sure. I mean, I’ll have to ask my grandpa, but I’m sure it’ll be fine. It won’t completely suck to get to spend some more time with you away from the other Losers and that chaos.” Mike conceded as they moved down the crowded halls, he poked Stan in the ribs with his elbow playfully and shot him one of his mega watt smiles, the kind that could defrost even an ice queen’s heart. It made Stan feel all warm and tingly inside.

“Thanks, Mikey. You’re the best.” He said returning the smile before they both ducked into their classroom and settled in for the lecture.

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It was now the beginning of August and Stan had been helping out at the Hanlon farm all summer. His daily routines combined with the fresh air had his mind clearer than it had been in years. A sense of calm had settled over him, it was truly amazing.

Most days he and Mike worked together. They’d feed the animals, water the fields and gardens, go through and pick the crops that were ready, and find time to talk about everything and nothing in between. Stan loved every single second of it.

Today they were walking through the rows of corn, checking to see if any of the crops were rotten. Stan could feel the sweat bubbling beneath his collar, the sun beating down on his neck and shoulders. He willed the clouds in the sky to actually provide some coverage. It had been one of the hottest summers in Derry’s history, at least according to the almanac that Mike had found and poured over every detail written on the yellowing pages for weeks. It had hardly rained at all since the beginning of June. The weathermen on TV claimed that they were in for a big storm, but Stan would believe it when it happened. Stan ran his hand along the stalks of his row, everything seemed to be in order.

“How’s it looking, Stanny?” Mike called from a few rows over where he was inspecting his own set of plants. Mike’s voice snapped him out of his daze and he shook his head to clear his mind.

“These are good over here.” Stan called back. “Hey, Mike. Can we take a break for a few minutes?” He asked hopefully. They had been working almost non stop for hours, and the heat was starting to affect him a bit more than he’d like to admit.

“Sure thing, Bud. You read my mind.” Mike said coming into view, another one of his breathtaking smiles on his face. His white t-shirt was soaked with sweat, and he used a bandana to wipe off his forehead. “You want to go sit on the Rock? I’ll grab some waters from the cooler.” Stan nodded in agreement.

The Rock had become their secret spot, where they would hang out while they had down time if they felt like being alone. The Rock was this huge boulder that had been on the property long before the Hanlon’s had come to own it. It sat near the far end of the farm, quite a hike from the main barn and the Hanlon house, but the solitude was part of what made it so unique. That and the sheer size of it. No machine that they had ever tried was strong enough to move the Rock, so they decided to leave it. Mike’s grandmother had actually come to embrace the Rock and planted her flower gardens around it. Mike had laid down some stepping stones to make a path through the garden so that people could sit on the large stone. Stan thought it was one of the most beautiful places in the world, a thought that had intensified when Mike had surprised him by building two bird feeders to hang on posts in the garden. Stan could sit and watch the beautiful birds that flocked to those feeders forever, especially if Mike was joining him.

Stan climbed up the rough material and sat down on the flat surface of the Rock, and let his legs hang over the side. The clouds seemed to be rolling in a bit more and provided some much needed relief from the sun. He laid back, closing his eyes and letting the soft breeze float over his body. He was so relaxed that he didn’t even hear Mike approaching, or when he climbed up the rock and plopped next to him.

“Stan?” Mike murmured, trying to judge if he was actually awake. Stan turned his head towards him and his eyes fluttered open. He smiled sweetly up at Mike. “There you are. You want some water?” Stan nodded and lifted himself so that he was leaning back on his elbows. Mike grabbed a bottle from his satchel and unscrewed it, going to hand it over to Stan. He sighed dramatically when he saw the other boy making no move to grab it.

“Will you hold it for me, Mikey? I’m so thirsty.” Stan asked, batting his eyelashes slightly. Mike rolled his eyes, but scooted closer to him so that he could hold the bottle to his lips. He was perfectly capable of holding his own water bottle, they both knew that, but Stan liked when Mike gave in and took care of him, and Mike liked it just as much. Stan took a few gulps, and Mike tried not to stare at the obscene sight of Stan’s adam’s apple bobbing every time that he swallowed. Mike pulled the bottle back from Stan’s lips and took a long swig from it.

“Looks like we might finally be getting some rain. Maybe things will actually cool off to a not so hellish temperature.” Mike mused, staring at the clouds above them. They looked more gray now and were blocking a good deal of the sunlight.

“Hmmm. That would be nice.” Stan replied, watching the way that Mike’s muscles shifted under his shirt as he fidgeted. “Lay down with me, Mike. Relax.” Stan closed his eyes again, a peaceful expression crossing over his features. Mike could never refuse an offer like that and laid down beside Stan, closing his eyes as well.

Mike had no idea how long they had been laying there but he was brought back to reality when a thick drop of water landed on his forehead. He blinked his eyes open and gasped at how dark the sky had gotten. He turned to wake Stan up, but was too late. Stan squawked as a raindrop hit his cheek, then a few more. He jolted upright and Mike wrapped an arm around his waist to make sure he didn’t fall. Just like that the sky seemed to open up, sheets of rain falling.

“Holy shit!” Stan screamed. Mike climbed down carefully off of the Rock and then reached up to help Stan down to the ground.

“Let’s head to the Annex. It’s not that far. We can ride out the storm there.” Mike said, Stan nodded, and Mike took his hand pulling him along with him as he ran as fast as he could through the rain and mud. By the time they made it to their destination they were soaked to the bone. Mike slid the door shut behind them. The Annex was an old barn on the property, they used it to store extra hay and tools. Mike loved it because there was also a loft that was perfect for setting up camp and watching the stars. He was thankful that he had remembered to seal the roof hatch the last time he had come in here.

Stan climbed the ladder carefully. There was barely any light and most of his movements had to be made by touch. Mike was right behind him and they managed to easily make it onto the old platform. Mike quickly found one of the gas lanterns that he kept up there, and a box of matches and lit it. A soft glowing light filled the space, allowing them to see their surroundings. Mike hung the lantern from a hook on a low beam and did the same with a second lantern on the other side of the loft.

Stan felt the need to begin peeling his wet clothes off. The feeling of them getting to be too much for him to stand. He toed out of his sneakers and put them nice and straight by the ladder. They were covered in mud, he did not have hope that they would survive this whole experience. He pulled his wet socks off as well. He was unsure if he should strip out of his jeans and shirt as well. He looked over to Mike for clarification and found him shirtless, having already shucked off his boots and socks, and now he was working on his belt so that he could push the wet fabric of his jeans down his thighs. Stan’s mouth watered at the thought. He needed to get a grip. Mike was his friend, they were just friends.

Stan followed Mike’s lead and pulled his shirt over his head. The motion caused one of his curls to stick to his forehead and he grimaced. He folded his shirt nicely, even though it was wet, and set it next to his socks. His jeans were already tight before they got soaked, Stan liked his clothing to be slim fitted to his body, and now with the water they were damn near impossible to get off. Stan whined as the fabric refused to move over the swell of his ass.

“You okay, Stan?” Mike asked with concern, he stood no more than ten feet away from Stan, clad only in his red plaid boxers. Stan had to keep his eyes from wandering over the muscles of Mike’s shoulders, chest, and abdominals still visibly wet from their trek in the rain. A look of understanding seemed to cross his face as he realized that Stan was struggling to wiggle out of his pants. “Here, let me help. Sit down and I’ll pull them off.” Stan groaned in protest but sat down carefully anyway. He lifted his hips so that Mike would have easier access. Mike started tugging them down from Stan’s ankles. The jeans began moving, but Stan let out a gasp of surprise.

“Wait!” He squealed. Dropping his hips down. Mike looked at him with concern, had he hurt Stan? God, he would never do that on purpose. He would protect Stan with his own life, would risk it all before he let Stan get hurt. “So-sorry. My jeans were stuck to my underwear and they were pulling them down, I uh...I wasn’t trying to put on that type of show for you.” Stan explained cheeks flushing.

“I wouldn’t have minded.” Mike muttered so low that Stan didn’t hear it, he cocked his head to the side wondering what he had said. Mike internally corrected himself. “Sorry, I meant that I shouldn’t have been pulling so hard. Are you situated? Should I continue?” Stan nodded and Mike managed to get the offending garment off without anymore issues. Just like with his other clothes, Stan folded the jeans and stacked them nicely with the rest of his possessions.

Stan listened intently to the pitter patter on the tin roof caused by the flood of raindrops that were hitting it. It made him smile, almost like nature’s own version of a song. He looked around the loft again when something caught his eye. It was a bright red trunk, with gold caps on the edges and fasteners. It looked like something a rockstar would take on tour.

“What’s this, Mike? I don’t remember seeing this here before.” Stan asked. Mike had hosted quite a few hangouts here in the loft. It provided just enough privacy that his grandparents weren’t breathing down his neck, with the comfort and safety of knowing they were nearby if he needed them. In all the times that Stan had been up here, he couldn’t recall ever seeing this trunk.

“Oh. Richie brought it here a few weeks ago. He said there were some supplies in it, for emergencies. Like if anyone needed to get away from their folks for a few days and hideout here. He said that they would be able to survive on whatever is in that trunk.” Mike explained, and Stan’s interest was peaked.

“Any idea what he put in there?” Mike shook his head at Stan, and went back to laying some blankets down on the floor. Stan moved over to the trunk and knelt before it. He unlatched the fasteners and carefully pushed the lid open. He smiled when he took in the contents of the box, it was amazing how different he and his best friend’s ideas were about what should be classified as emergency provisions. He pulled out a gallon sized ziploc baggie and a huge bottle and held them up gawking at the contents.

“Lube and condoms?” Stan asked, drawing Mike’s attention to what he was holding. “Are you serious? Good lord, Richie.” He shook his head as he set them back in the trunk.

“Well, you can’t say that he isn’t prepared.” Mike said, and Stan jumped slightly, when had he gotten so close?

“Prepared enough for all of us to fuck throughout an apocalypse.” Stan murmured under his breath and Mike laughed. It made Stan’s insides tingle.

“Mmmm, that doesn’t sound too bad.” Mike said, there was a hint of something in his voice that Stan couldn’t place. Was it arousal? Stan turned to look at him and found Mike raking his eyes over his body, staring at the way the Stan’s ass was on display in his briefs. His eyes widened when he saw that Stan had caught him, but he didn’t look guilty, he looked turned on.  “Stanny…” Mike breathed out. Stan felt his breath catch in his throat.

“Mike. What…?” His question got lost in the air between them when Mike leaned forward and pressed his lips to Stan’s. The initial shock gave way to something else completely. Stan felt his eyes slide closed, and then it was like an explosion of fireworks. He never wanted to do anything for the rest of his life except for kissing Mike. His instincts took over and he pushed Mike so that he was lying on his back and climbed over him to straddle his hips before leaning forward and pulling him into another kiss.

Mike moaned into the kiss, bringing his hands up to rest on Stan’s hips. Stan licked across his lips and Mike opened his mouth to give him access, his grip on stan’s hips tightening. Stan broke the kiss and moaned out at the sensation, sitting up and throwing his head back. Mike stared up at him with lust filled eyes.

“Gahhhh, mmmm, Mike, that feels...good.” Stan gasped, Mike sat up, holding Stan tightly in his lap and pulled him in for another kiss. Stan ground his hips down without even thinking and Mike hissed in response. Stan immediately moved to get off of him, apologies thick on his tongue. “Shit, Mike, I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t apologize, that felt so good. Oh my God.” Mike rushed out and Stan blushed, he tried to lower his head to get away from Mike’s gaze, but Mike was having none of it. He lifted Stan’s chin until he was looking right into his eyes. “You are so fucking gorgeous, Stan. You have no idea what you do to me. Watching you all summer….damn.”

“Fuck, Mikey.” Stan moaned breathless. “How do you think I feel, watching sweat drop down those fucking amazing muscles everyday? And your hands, your fucking hands. I want them all over me.”

“Yeah?” Mike asked, a smirk crossing his face that had Stan squirming in his lap. “Where do you want my hands, Baby?”

“Mike, don’t tease me. Don’t make me say it just so you can laugh and leave.” Stan said, doubt setting into his voice. This was all too much, he couldn’t believe that he had let himself let go so much.

“Stanley. I’m not teasing. I want you so bad, have for a long time. Just tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen. Anything to make you feel good.” Mike said truthfully, one of his beautiful smiles stretching across his face, and Stan swooned. He licked his lips as he looked Mike in the eye. “Jesus, Stan. You and that tongue, that mouth. It’ll be the death of me.” Stan groaned, and he knew exactly what he wanted from Mike.

“Hey, Mikey?” Stan asked, rolling his hips down slightly in Mike’s lap, Mike groaned and nodded at Stan. “I really really want to blow you.”

“Fuck, yes.” Mike groaned, and Stan moved off of him, letting him get into a more comfortable position. Mike laid back down on the blankets he had laid out before, and propped his head up with a pillow, he slipped his boxers down over his hips and kicked them off to the side. He spread his legs, getting ready for Stan to take his place between them.

Stan gasped at the unbelievably gorgeous sight in front of him. Mike’s muscles were all on display, a deep v forming on his lower abdomen that acted like a welcome sign to his crotch. Mike was big, the biggest Stan had ever seen, in real life or in the dirty magazines that Richie had gotten him for his birthday. Not that he had very much experience in real life, just his own, and that one guys he hooked up with at JCC camp last summer,  It was thicker than a beer can and long. God it was long, and he wasn’t even fully hard yet. The sight of Mike’s cock made Stan’s mouth water. He moved forward, settling himself between Mike’s legs. He took a deep breath, nerves starting to kick in, and tried to shake it off and calm down. Mike picked up on his change in demeanor immediately.

“Hey, Stan. No, listen to me, we don’t have to do anything. Not if you’re uncomfortable.” Mike said moving to grab his boxers so that he could slide them back on. Stan grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“I want to, Mike. I just don’t have a whole lot of experience actually doing this, and you’re like really really big.” Stan said honestly and Mike looked back at him with wide eyes, surprised at the words that had just come out of Stan’s mouth. He was usually so prim and proper, that wasn’t to say that he wasn’t a massive flirt, because he was, but usually in more polite terms. “It’s super hot, but a bit intimidating. Just let me ease myself in, yeah?”

“Y-yeah. Of course. We can take it as slow as you want.” Mike gulped, and laid back down, giving Stan the space he needed. Stan smiled gratefully at him before licking his hips and moving closer to Mike’s groin again. He tentatively gripped the base of Mike’s cock and stroked upwards, twisting his wrist as he reached the head. Mike groaned underneath him. “S-so-so good, Stanny.” That was all the encouragement he needed, Stan leaned in and licked a flat stripe up the side of Mike’s cock, then took the head in his mouth, sucking on it lightly while his hand kept jerking the rest of his length. He tongued at the slit, moaning at the taste of Mike’s precum on his tongue. He carefully tried to slide his head down Mike’s dick, only managing a few inches before he had to pull up again. Mike was a writhing mess, noises of pleasure escaping his mouth with every move that Stan made. Stan took him even deeper, feeling his eyes water as the head of Mike’s cock touched the very back of his throat. Mike cried out in pleasure at the feeling, the wet heat of Stan’s mouth encompassing him in a way he had never felt before. Stan held his place there as long as he could before pulling back for a deep breath, his little gasps of air hit Mike’s sensitive flesh and he was so close that if Stan didn’t pull away he was pretty sure that he would come from just the ghosting of his breath. He sat up before Stan could move his mouth back. “Baby, I’m gonna cum if we don’t stop, you’re so good.” He leaned forward and pulled Stan into a sloppy kiss. He moaned at the taste of his own pre cum on Stan’s tongue.

Stan was painfully hard in his briefs, his neglected cock desperate for some attention. He rocked his hips forward and moaned at the resulting friction when his cock rubbed against Mike’s muscular thigh. Mike grabbed Stan by the hips preventing him from repeating the action and Stan whined. Riding Mike’s thigh seemed like such a good idea, and he was being denied that very thing.

“It’s your turn, Baby. Are you going to let me take care of you?” Mike asked, digging his thumbs into Stan’s hips with a bit more pressure leaving the other boy almost crying out in pleasure. Stan nodded frantically, he wanted to be taken care of, needed some assistance. “Can you get on your hands and knees for me, Stanny?” Stan groaned again, pulling Mike in for a quick kiss before getting into position. He stuck his still clothed ass out for Mike, putting it on display. Mike hooked his fingers in the band of Stan’s briefs and pulled the elastic down past his milky white globes and freeing his cock in the process. Stan cried out in relief when his dick bounced up against his stomach, finally being freed from the restraints of his underwear. Mike grabbed his ass cheeks in his hands, spreading them and revealing Stan’s tight and pink puckered hole. He wasn’t surprised to see that Stan was completely hairless down there. He was so particular about his appearance and cleanliness in everyway, Mike would expect nothing less of the boy than to remove all the hair until he was completely smooth. Mike couldn’t help himself, he wanted a taste, and leaned forward his breath ghosting over Stan’s hole.

“No!” Stan gawked suddenly, lurching forward. Mike drew back quickly, wondering what he had done wrong. Stan hung his head in shame. “It’s not clean, Mike. I haven’t showered since this morning, it’s gross. I don’t want you to...it’s dirty.” Stan explained quietly. Mike could barely hear him over the drops of rain on the tin roof of the barn.

“I don’t care about that, Stan. I want to make you feel good.” Mike responded, but Stan made another noise of protest. Mike understood and appreciated Stan’s concerns. He looked towards Richie’s trunk of wonders and something caught his eye. He leaned away from Stan and grabbed the package. Stan was kneeling and watching his every move. “Would it make you feel better if you used these to clean yourself up?” Mike asked hopefully, holding up a pack of baby wipes. Stan nodded and Mike handed them over. Stan turned so that his backside was facing away from Mike and used the wipes to clean himself up the best that he could. When he was satisfied he handed the package back to Mike and tossed the used wipes to the side. “Feel better?” Mike asked.

“Yes. Thank you for understanding, and not calling me a freak.” Stan said, and Mike gave him a reassuring smile. Stan took the opportunity to pull his briefs off all the way before getting back into position for Mike. Mike grabbed his ass cheeks and separated them, a little rougher than the first time, and Stan moaned out at the feeling. Mike let his tongue gently trace Stan’s entrance, flicking it against the fluttering muscle, letting it catch the rim ever so slightly and gently tugging. “Mmmmm, fuck.” Stan cried out at the feeling. It was overwhelming. Mike licked a thick stripe from his sack and all the way up his crack, teasing the sensitive flesh. He let his thumb rub teasingly over the hole while his mouth focused on pleasuring Stan’s balls. He licked at his sack, feeling his balls tremble from the stimulation. Stan could feel tears rolling down his face from all the sensations. It was all so good. Mike’s tongue made its way back to Stan’s hole and poked experimentally at the rim. With a little more force, Mike managed to work the tip of his tongue into the hole, and began fucking it in and out softly. Stan writhed in pleasure, begging for more, and Mike upped his speed.

“Does that feel good, Stan?” He asked pulling away slightly to catch his breath, Stan moaned out in response. “You think you’re ready to take my fingers, Baby?”

“Gah, fuck yes, Mikey. Stretch me open so I can take your fat cock.” Mike chuckled at Stan’s downright pornographic words, all sense of shame gone with the current amount of pleasure and lust that he was feeling. Mike grabbed the bottle of lube that Stan had abandoned earlier, and squeezed some of the liquid over his fingers. He coated four, knowing that Stan was going to need some extra prep to take him all the way in. He rubbed his index finger around Stan’s hole. “Mmmm. stick it in, Mikey. I can take it. Been thinking about those fingers inside of me all summer.” Mike groaned and pushed his first finger in to the knuckle. Stan tried to buck back on his finger, but Mike held his hip still, letting him get used to the size. When Stan was whining and wiggling around, Mike finally took mercy on him and began to thrust his finger in and out. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes, keep going.” Stan cheered him on.

When he was sure that Stan could handle it he added another finger. The stretch caused Stan to let out another long whine at the sensation, Mike rubbed his fingers along the inside of Stan before he crooked his fingers quickly, hitting Stan’s spot dead on.

“Ahhhhh. Yes. Mike, so good.” He heard Stan sob out and repeated the motion. He began thrusting his two fingers in and out at a steady pace, stretching and scissoring them apart inside of Stan’s wet heat. “Another Mike, come on, I want to feel your cock. Taking so long.” Stan complained. Mike couldn’t deny him what he wanted and on the next thrust he added his third finger, twisting his wrist, giving Stan no time to adjust before he was back to the rhythm of thrusting that he had been using before. “Mmmmm, fill me up so good, Mikey. So good. Do you have another for me? I can take it…” Mike cut him off by thrusting his four fingers deep inside, fucking the words right out of him. He crooked his fingers again, massaging Stan’s spot over and over again, Stan saw stars, he could feel the heat pooling in his stomach, he was going to cum, hard and fast, but then Mike’s fingers were gone. Stan whined out, frustrated at the loss. The he heard the sound of the condom wrapper being torn open.

“How do you want me, Stanley?” Mike asked as he slid the condom down his shaft, groaning at the feeling of his own hand, and then poured a generous amount of lube on for good measure. Stan took no time at all to think it over.

“M-Mike, I want to ride you.” Stan confessed looking at Mike with his desperate lust blown eyes. Mike groaned and quickly moved over to the blankets, he laid down and propped himself up on his elbows, like Stan had done earlier when he made him hold his bottle to his lips for him. Stan gingerly moved to straddle Mike’s hips. Mike lifted himself up to press another kiss to Stan’s lips. The kiss helped to calm Stan down and he reached behind him to hold Mike’s dick in place and lifted himself up. He took a deep breath as he let the head of Mike’s cock breach his tight ring of muscles and slowly let himself sink down. Inch by inch he felt himself stretching around Mike’s thick length, it was almost too much, but Stan wanted this so bad. He let out a choked sound when his ass finally met Mike’s hips. His eyes screwed shut at the feeling and he stayed as still as he possibly could, not wanting to make any sudden movements that would cause shooting pain.

“So good, Baby. Take your time, you feel so good.” Mike soothed, trying to calm himself down as well. Stan felt so good, his tight heat wrapping around his cock was overwhelming, Mike had to fight his every instinct to prevent himself from drilling up into Stan and hurting him. After a few moments, Stan took a deep breath and slowly lifted himself up and dropped himself back down just as slowly.

“Ohhh.” He let out, the pain was starting to turn to pleasure. He repeated the action again, a little smoother this time. Mike moaned from underneath him, the movement felt so good. Stan began to set a steady rhythm, still a bit cautious, but quickly loosening up. “Ahh, God, Mike. You fill me up so good. Ahhh, uhhh.” he started rocking faster and faster, chasing the warm sensation that was coiling in his stomach. He felt his dick bouncing up and down against his stomach with every movement, the sensation was driving him wild, while he felt Mike diving deeper and deeper into him. “FUCK!” He screamed when Mike drilled his hips up and hit his prostate dead on. Mike smiled in victory and repeated the motion, drilling his hips up into Stan every time he thrusted down, hitting his prostate. Stan was overcome with pleasure, he felt like he was going to blackout everytime that Mike hit that spot inside of him, like there were actual fireworks inside of his body that were about to go off.

Mike sensed how close Stan was from his frantic and erratic movements. His thrusts were getting sloppy. His hands rested on Mike’s chest, needing the support to stay upright. Mike leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Stan’s mouth, breaking away when Stan’s jaw dropped open from the feeling of Mike sliding even deeper inside of him than he thought was possible. Mike snaked his hand between the two of them and got a grip on Stan’s dick. Stan cried out at the feeling. Overwhelmed with all of the stimulation. Mike pumped his hand a few more times, he knew that Stan was holding back.

“Come on, Stanny, can you cum for me?” Stan groaned his pace growing more erratic. “Come on, be a good boy for me. Cum for me.” That was all it took, Stan was cumming with a scream, shooting his load all over Mike’s chest and hand. Stan started contracting around Mike’s cock, spent hole trying to tighten up, and Mike groaned out in pleasure. He thrusted up once, twice, and then was holding Stan’s hips tightly and stilling his own as he spilled his load in the condom, buried deep inside Stan. He had never cum so hard in his life. “Holy fuck.”

“Uhm Mikey?” Stan started wiggling around uncomfortably, and Mike released his grip on Stan’s hips, allowing him to gently pull off. Stan groaned as he felt his hole fluttering, desperate to close but being unable to since it was stretched past its limits by Mike’s fat cock. He was going to be feeling it for days. He leaned over to grab the pack of wipes again while Mike carefully removed the condom. “Can I?” Stan asked when he returned and Mike nodded. Stan cleaned Mike up before tossing the wipe to the side and laying down next to him, Mike pulled a spare blanket over them. They laid there silently for a few minutes, Stan snuggled further into Mike’s side, and Mike placed kisses on top of his curls. They were so wrapped up in each other that they hadn’t noticed that the rain had started to let up.

“Hmmm, sounds like the rain has almost stopped.” Mike observed, running his fingers through Stan’s hair soothingly.

“Mmmm, don’t care, I’m not letting you go anywhere. Rain or not.” Stan mumbled sleepily. Mike chuckled in response.

“As you wish, Stanny.” He said sweetly. Stan felt a smile spread across his face, Mike was the absolute best. “You know that we are going to have to talk about this later, right? Decide what it means and all. How this changes things...if it changes anything.” Stan rolled on top of him and looked him in the eyes.

“I love you, Mike. I have for a long time. That kind heart of yours got to me.” Stan confessed, his heart beating faster in his chest as he waited for Mike’s reaction.

“I’m glad you said that,” Mike said, a smile spreading across his face, the type of smile that Stan lived for. “I’ve felt the same way about you for a long time too. I love you, Stanley.” Stan smiled back at him and leaned in for another kiss.

“There, we talked, now we sleep.” Mike chuckled at that, knowing better than to protest and keep Stan away from his rest. They settled back down and fell asleep wrapped around each other.

Mike had never been more grateful for a rainstorm in his whole life.

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exhaust trails through space.

commissioned by @stasispunk, some good old 2012 TMNT b-team shenanigans and bonding. in space!!

contains some themes similar to my fic These Days, so be aware. but not nearly as severe, since it’s mostly fluffy things.

AO3 version.

It’s not bad, in their home. It’s not. But sometimes it’s just… not good.

It’s not one person’s fault, and it’s not everyone’s fault, either. They’re not the most functional people in the world, even if they were counted as ‘people’ by the greater majority of planet earth. They all have problems, and bad nights, and moments where they just fuck up a situation that could have gone better. And they’re trying, honest, to make it work even with just each other and their friends to lean on for support.

Mikey knows all that, but it still sucks sometimes. Maybe a lot of the time, when rough patches pop up and take root. Sometimes things just suck and that’s a fact about his family’s life.

Doesn’t make it any easier, when it’s the third week in a row where hardly anyone has had what they could call a ‘good night’, and it’s the umpteenth fight about something stupid. The chores today, training yesterday, and attitude the day before that…

It’s always something, and it feels like one or more of them are always mad about it. Some nights it’s easy as avoiding that brother, and some nights it’s not.

Some nights its itchy, bitter frustration building in Mikey’s throat and a lot of words coming out that really shouldn’t. Some nights its Raph saying words just like Mikey’s, and both of their voices climbing higher to be heard over the other. Tonight it’s that, with the additional noise of Leo and Donnie telling both of them to shut up and let it just drop already, and Raph finally losing his temper to the point it gets physical.

They’ve all had it a hundred times worse, but a rough shove backwards, enough Mikey has to really pay attention so he doesn’t fall over, is a real pain in the neck to deal with. Enough that it’s one of the nights he doesn’t back down at that, and instead shoves right back.

Raph makes an angry snarl for the blow, and punches Mikey’s shoulder hard enough it’ll probably bruise. That’s when Leo and Donnie pull them apart, dividing them into B-team and A-team once again.

There’s a lot of yelling and not-yelling going on, and Mikey’s shoulder is smarting as much as his pride is, and all he catches is-

“Mikey, you apologize, and then we can all just put this behind us-”

“Excuse me, you want him to apologize? For not wanting to pick up Raph’s dishes?”

“Raph already did the sweeping today, it wasn’t that big of a deal for him to ask Mikey-”

“Raph can clean up his own shit, oh my god. Expecting other people to always do that for him is frankly ridiculous-”

“It isn’t always-”

“It sure feels like it!”

“Donnie.”

“Leo.”

And after a moment of glaring, Mikey suddenly finds himself being dragged out of the room as Donnie throws over his shoulder, “You know what? Fuck both of you.”

Leo tries to call after them. “Donnie-”

“No! Piss off, Leo!”

Just like that, Mikey finds himself in his brother’s lab, and the doors being slammed behind them. He rubs his sore shoulder absently while Donnie paces, muttering and cursing and being generally upset.

“I cannot believe- you know what, no, no I can believe he’d think that was okay. Like Raph wasn’t the first one to make things physical, like always-”

Donnie slams his hands on a table, facing Mikey from the other side of it.

“I am so sick of their bullshit,” he says.

Mikey rubs his shoulder a little more, massaging the forming bruise. “Same,” he replies.

Donnie walks away from his table, pacing a bit more, and then rounds to look Mikey dead in the eye.

“We need a god damn vacation,” Donnie states.

Mikey thinks about that. They actually… haven’t ever taken one of those?

“Not many places to go when you’re a turtle, Dee,” he points out, which is one of the reasons why they’ve never done that.

Donnie mutters grudgingly that that’s true. Then he snaps his fingers and says, “But in space, we can go anywhere!”

Mikey tilts his head.

That’s… very true. He says so, then adding with a slight are you kidding me tone, “And how are we supposed to get up there, genius?”

Donnie pulls out his t-phone, tapping away on the screen.

“Bishop owes me a few favors at least, considering how much we’ve helped them out in the past. Plus, I walked him through how to set up Netflix across dimensional planes. Three hours of that definitely warrants a spaceship loan.”

  ---

 It takes less time than Mikey would have thought to have a ship.

No longer than half a night, and a ship is ready for them to fly into the stratosphere. Brought straight from the remaining reserves of the Kraang armada, now the Utrom armada; basically with Mikey and Donnie’s name on it.

They pack their bags and weapons. It takes shorter than ten minutes, what with how much practice of having to grab essentials and just go they’ve had. Years of life or death situations are good for something.

Once they have everything together- and have made sure April will come and take care of ICK, because Mikey couldn’t ever leave without making sure his cat would be cared for properly- they stand in the technical living room of their home and announce,

“We’re going to space,” Mikey says proudly, and maybe a lot smugly. “See you guys in a few weeks.”

“What,” Leo says, staring at them.

“April will keep an eye on ice cream kitty,” Donnie assures. “so don’t bother feeding her at all.”

“What,” Raph says, also staring.

“Stay out of the lab,” Donnie says.

“And my room,” Mikey says.

“What?”  Their brothers say.

“See you!” Mikey cheers, and absconds with Donnie before anyone can stop them.

 ---

 For Donnie, laying his hands on the controls of the formerly Kraang ship is a clean breath inwards. Bringing it online, activating it’s cloaking, and taking off from the ground of the military compound is literally like flying.

The stratosphere rushes to meet them, and Donnie finds himself grinning as the blue of earth fades from the viewpoint. Only endless stars and space ahead of them, an entire universe full of options.

Donnie glances to his side, where he finds Mikey. His brother beaming at the smears of starlight all around them, so excited he’s nearly jittering.

Mikey glances up at him, and Donnie finds his own mouth copying the wide excited smile. Already this trip is an improvement. Mikey barely seems to be feeling the bruise on his shoulder, and Donnie hasn’t found himself thinking about certain arguments in over a half hour.

Their phones are now thoroughly out of range with earth, and they’ve got all the time in the world to explore to their hearts content. Now the only question is…

Where will they go first?

 ---

 They find out unfortunately quick that Kraang are not welcome. Literally anywhere.

After the fifth misunderstanding, and subsequent terror/grudge inspired firefight, Donnie announces they’ll be getting a new ship. Because getting shot at every two hours is the opposite of a vacation.

“But we have zero space dollars, dude,” Mikey points out as they pull into a space dock, planetside of a well populated area and after haggling the local law enforcers into believing that no, they are not a lone Kraang ship here to wage short and stupid war on a tourist planet.

“Weeellll….” Donnie says slowly as they pack up their meager possessions. “We can get an okay price for ship scrap, so that’s a start.”

“Enough for a new ship?” Mikey asks as they clip on the air conversion collars Bishop loaned them.

Donnie makes an Eh, not quite noise. Mikey looks at him for a moment, and then says, “Oh. Okay. Right off the bat?”

Donnie shrugs. “It was bound to happen eventually,” he says as he double checks all his weapons. “We’re bad at staying on people’s good side anyway, might as well do it on purpose for once.”

Seeing as this is their second time on a space voyage, and they’re older and more skilled at it now, it’s actually very easy to steal a new space ship. Sleek and small and fast, perfect for outrunning law enforcement and formerly wasted on the alien equivalent of a trust fund baby.

They then begin the 2.0 version of their vacation, adrenaline hot in their veins and somewhat maniacal laughter filling their ship as they warp away from the long arm of the law.

 ---

 Seeing as no one is hunting their heads this time around (excluding that one quadrant where they stole their ship from), there is abruptly a list of options longer than Mikey’s whole body of what they can do. Their options have always been so limited, even the last time they’d been out here, and it makes Mikey’s head spin for a few minutes.

Best yet, there’s only Donnie here with him in the cockpit of their ship. That’s only one person to convince, and Donnie has always been easier to try that with than any of their other siblings. Donnie’s more likely to listen, as long as it’s not too stupid a suggestion.

“Theme park!” Mikey says, snapping his fingers.

“Theme park,” Donnie agrees, writing down the idea on the little holopad that came with the ship.

“Oh and, um, shit, what’s that wet one of those?”

“Waterpark?”

“Yes,” Mikey says reverently. “I wanna use an actual waterslide at least once before I die.”

“Same, honestly,” Donnie says, adding that as well.

Mikey thinks a little more, about parks, and water, and things to do with both of those. And he arrives to a suggestion that seizes him with a strong sweep of fervency.

“Beach!” Mikey yells. “OH. My god. We have to go to a beach. Everyone has to visit a beach at some point.”

He glances at Donnie, who is looking at him funny.

“What?” Mikey asks, and then feels tired trepidation that of all his suggestions, the one he wants most is the one he’ll have to fight for.

Donnie snorts, chuckling as he taps on the holopad. “Nothing, it’s just for a second there I thought you called me a bitch.”

Mikey relaxes. “Not that time,” he jokes. He leans forwards in his pilot seat, towards his brother’s. “But seriously. Beach. We have to go find a real beach. Please?”

“Way ahead of you,” Donnie says. He taps the holoscreen one more time, and a map of stars pops up on the connected ones to the controls. He grins at Mikey. “I think a beach day is an excellent way to kick things off.”

Mikey chest is full of bubbling joy, and he throws his hands up with a whoop as Donnie sends their ship speeding towards the destination.

 ---

 Half a cycle’s voyage and twenty minutes of bickering about which spot to land on later, with brilliant blue waves crashing against the shore and golden beach that stretches for miles each way, and their air converter collars functioning just fine in the new environment,

“You should totally eat it,” Mikey says.

Donnie gives his brother an incredulous look. “It’s an unidentified alien organism on a deserted planet. I’m not going to eat it.”

“It’s an alien organism on a deserted planet that looks exactly like an earth lobster. We gotta eat it.”

Donnie gestures at the space crustacean between their feet on the sand. “It’s bright green! I’m not eating a neon green lobster from space.”

“Technically,” Mikey points out. “we’re green turtles from space, and he just lives here.”

“I’m not eating it.”

“Suit yourself.”

It’s only later, when the two suns have set and they’ve set up camp outside the ship for dinner, that Donnie looks at the lobster again. And considers.

“…that smells good,” he comments, watching Mikey crack open the shell of the lobster he’s boiled to a dark blue.

“’bout to find out if it tastes good,” Mikey replies, and takes a bite out of the pale flesh inside. Donnie waits for Mikey to keel over and the rush to find the right medicinal injection to begin, but all he gets is his brother chewing, swallowing, and saying, “Whew!”

“That’s like getting punched in the nose with flavor, oh my god,” Mikey says, wiping his nose and grinning. “Dee, you sure you don’t want in?”

Donnie looks at the dry ration bars in his hands, and his stomach rumbles as the scent of (probably) shellfish wafts past him.

“Gimme,” he finally relents. Mikey hands him one of the claws with a grin, and Donnie finds out eating lobster does in fact feel like getting punched in the nose with flavor. But it’s a good one, if a little overwhelming at first.

They polish off the lobster, and then go looking for more. Two more end up in the pot taken from the ship’s tiny kitchen, and they methodically shell them under the moonlight by their fire.

 ---

 In stark contrast to the beach destination, Mikey lets Donnie drag him to a planet at least several centuries ahead of earth with technology, if not more.

Not exactly where he would have wanted to go next, but hey, fairs fair. This is a joint trip, and Donnie didn’t even fight with him on going to the beach. Mikey’s gotta share control of their list.

So, rather than hitting up one of the artificial planets made specifically for partying, or one that’s built all its cities in the sky, they land on one that’s long past its phase of military might and moved into intellectual ventures. Transferring their old military research into betterment of the galaxy and all that.

They pick a showcase for tourists, since that’s what they are, and it’d be a big mess for sure if they tried to sneak into the top secret research facilities (which Mikey suspects they might end up breaking into anyway, at some point).

A lot of it goes way over Mikey’s head, but he’s alright with that for the most part. A laser beam works the same either way, even when you don’t understand exactly how it blows up stuff. All that really matters is the seriously sick laser show it creates.

Donnie makes a series of needy, high pitched noises at the end of the show; eyes shining as the demonstrators move on to the more technical part of things. Opening up the interior of the machines for those in the crowd with a head for that kind of thing, while all the normal folks start moving on to the next exhibition.

Mikey glances after the crowd, hearing distantly loud speakers in the ceiling tell visitors are welcome to witness another demonstration of technology- this one an aquatic vehicle, and involving a splash zone to get caught in.

Mikey fidgets a little, because that sounds really fun, but Donnie is still enamored with the speakers on stage. He wants to leave, but also not.

Donnie notices Mikey’s wistful glances, and grimaces sheepishly.

“Sorry for making you wait, this is just really interesting,” he says, rubbing his neck and looking awkward. Then Donnie offers, “You can go on ahead if you want.”

Mikey chews on that for a moment, and then says, “Nah. I’m good. Not like we haven’t seen stuff like that before.”

It would be neat to see the aquatic car thingy- plus get splashed during the demonstration, or be quick enough to not get splashed, that’s even better- but it would be more fun to do it with Donnie, instead of on his lonesome.

They don’t have much in common that’s fun for both of them, so. Why walk away from the chance to share something? Especially something that lifts all the stress that tends to sit on Donnie’s shoulders, and makes him smile like he had when they were younger, holding his first IPad with an intact screen.

Donnie scrutinizes Mikey for a brief moment, and then gives a small smile.

“Let’s move closer to the front,” he suggests with a tinge of giddy curiosity in his voice. “I might be able to copy some of it from memory later.”

“Sure,” Mikey agrees easily. “The Shellraiser would be like, twice as cool if we gave it lasers.”

“That’s the plan,” Donnie says, a glint in his eye. Mikey grins. Cool weapons are definitely something they can agree on.

They end up staying after each demonstration to hear the what’s what of things, and Mikey’s attention definitely wanders during them, but Donnie is focused intensely enough for the both of them. It evens out.

Plus, Donnie takes Mikey to the biggest, baddest, most epic theme park of three systems right after they’re done- just on the other side of the planet, how did Mikey miss that in the brochures- and then he is far too busy trying to ride every single ride possible to care about anything else.

It’s a good vacation spot. Loud, teeming with people, a bright sun hanging over their heads- they’ve seen plenty of this stuff on television, but never actually experienced walking through halls of valuable and ingenious inventions, rarely experienced the thrill of adrenaline that didn’t come from danger and certainly never experienced being pressed into a huge crowd, hundreds of people around them and not giving a second look their way.

It’s a good spot to stop, like the quiet freedom of the beach was. Miles and miles of untouched nature, not another soul to disturb them, and an endless sea they could swim in all they wanted. Just the two of them, all on their own, and for once an easy balance struck between them.

It’s good to see the lingering exhilaration in Donnie, once they leave that planet. Mikey almost interrupts a few times, a little bored but mostly just confused by all the scientific stuff Donnie is rambling about, but then he stops for a moment and looks at the bright excited smile his brother has, and just… doesn’t want it to stop.

Like it usually does, when someone tells him enough is enough and changes the conversation topic.

So Mikey keeps his mouth shut for the most part, and gives his best at trying to understand the things Donnie goes on about. He notices after a bit that Donnie tries to include him, bringing up potential redesigns to their cars and the lair’s facilities that Mikey could get interested in.

Donnie could’ve just kept on about the more complicated stuff, but he’s actively trying to make their conversation something Mikey can contribute to- which doesn’t often happen. It’s a little clumsy, faltering here and there as Donnie backtracks to water down the jargon, but that attempt at inclusion makes Mikey smile.

 ---

 Their ship breaks down after about seven different stops, and they have to pull over planetside to get into a repair shop. One thing leads to another, a wrench and fission torch end up in Donnie’s hands, and then he’s arm deep in the engine of their ship and drinking up every bit of information their mechanic gives him.

And there’s another three ships in the shop, all with totally different engine designs and aeronautic exteriors and Donnie wants to take every single one of them apart, haul every manual he can find into his lap, and commit the contents to his memory. He wants to spend time here even more than he did at the massive intergalactic library they visited, because tangible knowledge is even better than books.

But. That would take a few days, at least. Donnie is good, but he’s not good enough to get everything down like that in one night.

But he still desperately wants to- this is one of the nicest (and one of the very few) individuals he’s met that is willing to teach him something useful and interesting. He doesn’t want to depart before he can at least enjoy the experience.

Donnie is waiting for Mikey to start complaining about the time it’s taking to fix the ship, needle at Donnie for being a gearhead and a nerd and using up their precious vacation to learn boring stuff. But it hasn’t happened yet.

Mikey is alternating between sitting atop the ship, reading comics on the holopad, or messing around in the scrapyard surrounding the shop and traversing rusting piles of ships. He’s only stopped a few times to peer over Donnie’s shoulder, and every time Donnie expects his brother to finally start up, finally say “We’re just wasting time, come on Donnie,” he just… wanders off again.

The next time Mikey swings by, sliding down the side of the ship to hang above where Donnie is working on the engine- while their helpful and kind mechanic takes zir dinner break- Donnie chews his lip, and then asks.

“Aren’t you getting… impatient? Or something?” Donnie questions. Mikey cocks his head to the side, like a curious bird.

“No?” he says. “Why, are you?”

“No,” Donnie says, because how could he? “but… I thought maybe you’d… I dunno. Want to go do something else already?”

Mikey shrugs. “Nah. We’ve been on the go for a few days now; a rest is cool by me. ‘sides, you’re getting your nerd-on for all this- stuff,” he waves vaguely at the shop. “so I’m good to just hang out ‘til you’re done.”

“Oh,” Donnie says, blinking, taken a little aback. “You sure?”

“Sure am,” Mikey says, and clambers back up the side of the ship with a wave goodbye. Donnie is half certain his brother is going to double back, turn around with a “Gotcha!” and be kidding about what he’s said, but Mikey just jumps up into the rafters and goes exploring again.

Donnie scratches his head, but decides wondering is ultimately looking a gift horse in the mouth.

Mikey is patient the whole four days it takes for Donnie to be satisfied with his learnings, and barely fusses about anything the whole while. Donnie is a little disbelieving it’s actually happened, but largely touched for the gift of time and space.

 ---

 Mikey gets to choose the next destination after Donnie’s binge on spaceships, and he picks a planet made of softly glowing plant life and deep, fathomless seas.

It’s the seafood, in all honesty, that draws him. Mikey can’t help it- good food, like seriously good food, is so hard to come by. He gets teased for it by his brothers, but he can’t help his passion for food. Baking and cooking comes easy to him, and getting to experience space fine cuisine isn’t something he can pass up.

They end up combing through the smaller markets, where local fishermen- literally, with their scales gleaming- show their wares. Mikey trails his hands over the fins of large exotic looking fishes, takes cautious sniffs of fruit only found on this planet, and mourns he can’t take the time to try every single item for himself.

He expects sometimes for Donnie to complain about the smell of raw meat, or maybe about the stickiness of some patches on the market road, or about wandering in aimless circles and eating things. But he doesn’t.

Mikey is still cautious though, because as much as he really, really wants to take his time, he also doesn’t want to start a fight accidentally. Not when things are going so well, and they’re getting along so easily, and Donnie is still carrying himself with content gait he only gets when he’s accomplished something that makes him happy.

Until he gets to an open cookout, Mikey manages to keep himself from getting invested in anything. It doesn’t seem so much a cook-off, but instead a gathering of locals. Sharing food, showing off skills at a grill. Family things. Mikey’s hands twitch around an imaginary knife- wanting to get in there and let his translator do its thing, let him learn what these people are all talking about to each other.

But… that would take hours, and there’s no way…

Mikey glances at Donnie, hardly keeping his feet from dragging him right towards the gathering.

Donnie looks at him, bemused.

“What are you waiting for?” Donnie asks, smiling. “Go already.”

Mikey smiles brilliantly, and does.

He spends the rest of the afternoon, then evening, and then late evening enjoying the party of food. It’s a local holiday, it turns out. A time to share food and bounty from the sea, and pay tribute to their two sided ocean goddess. The one who provides and the one who takes, they tell him over a grill, three slices of seasoned fish on it.

Mikey focuses on the providing side of things, like the rest of the participants in the communal barbeque are. Whenever he glances towards Donnie, he finds his brother relaxing comfortably to the side of things. Reading, or maybe writing, on the holopad while locals mill around his spot at one of the many tables.

Mikey slides dish after dish in front of his brother on his quest to learn all of the local cooking tricks, and he is pleasantly surprised again and again that the plates are empty when he swings by next.

They don’t leave until the last vestiges do, wandering off into the ambient glow of the town around them. Donnie doesn’t complain even once about the long wait, and for that, Mikey is more than happy to share the last of the sweetly crispy desert he made.

 ---

 The wealth of planets they can visit never decreases, and even as they check off more and more things on their list, it never ends. Just keeps getting longer and longer, and it’s..

Incredible. The endlessness, the unlimited time, so much freedom.

After spending so many years, especially the years following their father’s death, in a world that felt too small and too crowded and just so hard to deal with some nights… it’s intoxicating in the best way.

Neither of them has felt this easily happy in years, if ever.

 ---

 “What if we just stayed out here forever?” Donnie hears Mikey whisper, sitting on the edge of their ship’s tail while they dock for a sleep cycle. They’re taking a moment to enjoy the endless swirl of stars and planets around their rest station, and Donnie doesn’t react with surprise at the suggestion.

Because in all honesty, he’s been thinking the same thing.

“Earth is our home,” he says, because that’s true. “and we said we’d go back already. We told our family we would.”

Mikey sighs, curling over his knees and resting his chin on them. “I know,” he says. “but…”

But what if? What if they never gave up this freedom? What if they kept going forever, taking what they needed and working for what they couldn’t get, seeing the edges of the universe and going farther. Never again boxed in by anything, or anyone. Not like on earth. Not like at home.

Donnie sighs, and leans back on his palms.

“We said we would,” he says eventually, because that’s all there really is to say. They will go back, one way or another, and how could they ever really stay away? No matter what, they couldn’t ever leave their family behind. Not forever.

Mikey seems to know that fact as well as Donnie does, and sighs a second time. As the quiet pause draws out, Donnie puts an arm around his brother’s shoulders; pulling him to his side. Mikey’s arm comes to rest around Donnie’s shell, and remains there with a loose grip.

They enjoy the view until their personal atmosphere filters start to let in the cold of space, and then head inside to sleep.

 ---

 Somewhere, after another dozen planets, they start talking. About home, about themselves. About how things are. About how they were, before war, before their father’s death, before growing up.

It’s not a bad conversation. But it’s not a good one, either. It fills up the space of their dark bedroom, laying on a large bed they’ve been sharing. Big, heavy… hard to think about…

It’s doesn’t feel good to talk about, but it doesn’t feel exactly bad, either. Feels like a long time coming, if they feel like being honest about stuff a little longer.

It’s okay, afterwards. Maybe even better.

They’re better for it.

 ---

 They go home, after another few weeks. With a ship full of souvenirs- all theirs, all things they got because they wanted to and could- and time spent in just each other’s company, it’s… easy to go home. Easy to land the ship in one of the many warehouses that the military and the Utrom share, and disembark with all their gotten (and stolen) booty.

They feel steadier. Better connected. Things are exactly perfect per say, but its better now. They understand each other better. They feel closer for their vacation.

And like the saying says, walking back into their home is a swell of fond emotion. Space is huge and endless and full of possibilities, but this is where they grew up. Where they became who they are, for better or worse, and the feeling being enclosed in a too small space is absent.

Their brothers greet them with a range of emotions. Relief they came back- happiness they’re unharmed- upset they did this so out of the blue- kind of pissed off they didn’t invite anyone else- and ultimately resigned, but somewhat fond and amused, grievance about the whole thing.

Donnie exchanges a glance with Mikey, who grins mischievously.

“You know…” Donnie starts, interrupting the barrage of questions and thinly veiled scolding.

“Maybe you guys should try taking a vacation sometime, too,” Mikey finishes for him, and just grins at the sudden silence from their family.

Donnie puts their holopad into Leo’s hands, information on screen about the start-up sequence to the engine controls. Mikey passes Raph a physical notebook, containing info about all the places they visited.

“It’d probably do you guys a world of good,” Donnie says cheekily, and they both have to laugh at the truly baffled looks on their brother’s faces.

Commission info & Kofi link.

[distinctivelibrarians]

you do so good with these!! soft leverage prompt: the thing that makes Parker comfortable with Hardison's Nana?

Thank you so much for the prompt nonnie! This one was fun, though I may have strayed a little from this exact prompt? I like how it came out though, and I hope you do too!

(ao3)

The house around them was…still.

Not quiet. Not in a house like this—too many people snoring and rolling over in bed, the house too old to not have a few creaks and groans worked into the wood and stone, the street outside too close to the city to go too long without the crunch of tires slowly ambling down it’s pocked and potted stretch, even the thin trees outside the window too old and tall to not complain with the slightest gust of wind.

But, still. And the noise around them was…nice, in a way Parker hadn’t thought noise could be.

Curled up on a narrow twin bed, Hardison half-hanging off the edge beside her, listening to the soft scrapes of noise around them, she found that she kind of liked the noise. It made the house seem full. Lived in. Comfortable.

Didn’t mean she was going to be able to sleep anytime soon though. It wasn’t a bad night or anything. Some nights, she just…couldn’t sleep. Too much energy sometimes, too many thoughts racing through her head others, or, like tonight, just no urge to let her eyes slip closed. She’d learned long ago not to take it to heart. Normally, on nights like this, she could wake Hardison and they could figure out something to do. Or, she’d let him sleep and she’d wander off (slipping back into bed by morning because she’d discovered just how nice it was to be the person someone looked for when they woke up. The sleepy smile Hardison always gave her still filled her belly with butterflies and bubbles and she didn’t think she’d ever get used to it).

But, their flight had been delayed eight hours, and, genius that Hardison is, even he can’t control the weather (though, sometimes, she had her doubts on that), and being stuck in an airport in Denver on their way to Chicago hadn’t done either of them any favors. They’d both been worn out by the time they’d gotten to Hardison’s Nana’s—to the point where, after a quickly reheated dinner, she’d shuffled them off to bed with the rest of the kids, telling them they could all talk and actually meet in the morning.

And here Parker was, four hours later, already knowing she wasn’t going to be sleeping anytime soon.

Maybe it should worry her how easy it was to slip out of bed without disturbing Hardison. But, then again, she was Parker.

She gently made sure Hardison was actually on the bed before she padded out, shutting the door silently behind her, and heading down the stairs. She didn’t really have a plan for what she was going to do to wile away the time, just that on nights like this it was better for her to just…go.

She saw the glow before she hit the bottom of the stairs, but she still wasn’t…quite sure what she’d been expecting. Hardison’s Nana on the sofa, wearing a really soft looking robe, the tv on mute on some kind of…infomercial? A book in her lap and a small lamp tilted to let her read, was not it though.

The older woman sent her a look, raising a questioning eyebrow, but didn’t actually say anything, just turning back to her book with a hum. Parker’s not sure if that’s why she shuffled closer, but it definitely helped.

The couch was this big, monstrous thing—overstuffed, some vague floral pattern long since faded but with faint splashes of color here and there—Parker had thought it fit right in with the rest of the house, with the brief look she’d gotten earlier. She couldn’t see much in the dim light, but what she could see was mismatched furniture, lamps clearly bought in different decades, walls of pictures with different frames and different aging…

She rather liked it, just like she liked how the house sounded, this late into the night.

This house was something that had grown, with everyone in it. It was old, settled weird, and stuffed full of mix-and-match odds and ends, but everything was clean, and everything clearly had its place. It was a tornado of life and comfort. And Parker knew she’d be feeling…itchy, restless, within a couple of days (too many people she didn’t know, too much of a new experience, just too…everything), but for now…

For now, she sank down on the couch, beside Hardison’s Nana. She pulled her knees up, her bare heels resting on the edge of the cushion, and pressed into the corner as best as she could with the over-fluffed pillows.

Hardison’s Nana shot her another look, one that Parker couldn’t quite parse before it was gone, but, she also smiled at her, so she figured she wasn’t overstepping too bad.

“Can’t sleep?” She didn’t quite startle at the soft voice, a couple minutes later, but it was a close thing. (Just because she couldn’t sleep didn’t mean she wasn’t tired, alright?) She shook her head, ducking it when Hardison’s Nana just hummed, still looking at her book. “Join the club then. Remote’s on your side if you want to change it.” Seemed with that, Parker’d been given permission to stay at least.

She didn’t reach for the remote though—she liked how the room felt right now, didn’t want to mess it up by changing something. Besides, as her eyes adjusted to the off-dim of the lamp and too-sharp, changing colors of the tv, she could make out more of the walls across from her, and their myriad of pictures.

She couldn’t…figure out a pattern to them. Some of the frames were the nice, shiny black ones—sturdy and thick, bought to last, with too much white around the pictures. Some were thin, plain wood ones, chipped and scratched. A handful had patterns carved or painted on, in various stages of wear and tear. And the pictures were anything from staged group shots to school photos—couple graduation pictures scattered throughout—to vacation photos. Some faces popped up a couple times, some only once.

“…Do you remember them?” Parker asked, soft and small. It wasn’t a question she’d really…thought to ask, before it slipped out. But, if she were to think about it, later? It made sense. She’d been hearing stories about Hardison’s Nana for more than five years now, and every single story sounded almost too good to be true. Not that Hardison painted her as a saint or anything (close though, full star-eyes included), but…well.

(She knew there were good people in the foster system. In that same way she knew there were people who didn’t like money. And she knew her experiences in the system—as brief as she’d managed to make them—were just one way her story could’ve gone, among many, many others. Some better, some worse, some just different.)

“What’s that, dear?” Hardison’s Nana asked, glancing back up—marking her page as she did, the book falling closed in her lap. Parker squirmed slightly under the extra attention, even as a small part of her appreciated it—appreciated that the woman was paying attention. She nodded towards the walls, the pictures. “All of them. You remember all of them?”

The woman blinked at her, then glanced over at the walls, only to smile softly, shaking her head just barely. “Of course I remember all my kids,” her kids. Said with a touch of pride and something else Parker wasn’t really awake enough to figure out. “Memory comes and goes some days, of course,” she grinned, and Parker couldn’t help but return it, “But I’ve got the important parts down, I’d think.”

Parker tilted her head, glancing back at the photos, before pointing at one in the corner—older, faded, three teenagers it looked like, caught in a moment of rough-housing, smiles big and bright despite the wear—”Who’re they?” If it was in Parker’s nature, it could’ve been a test—some kind of gauge to see if Hardison’s Nana was telling the truth about remembering all those kids and being proud of them—but, she’d already moved past that now. Some of the photos looked like they had stories behind them, and now she was curious really.

Hardison’s Nana took a moment to answer, squinting at the photo, before her whole face lit up, “Oh, that’s Theresa, Jackie, and little Mikey. Well, not so little anymore, boy’s going on thirty next March. Just caught them arguing over who got to read their new comic book first…”

Hardison was the first up the next morning—still on job time apparently, since, normally, dragging him out of bed before noon was a chore and a half, and yet, here he was, stumbling down the stairs at 5:30 in the morning. Parker and Nana were still chatting, having moved to the kitchen about half an hour ago. Nana was at the stove, making pancakes, while Parker was perched on the counter, mug of hot chocolate warming her hands.

“-and then you know the boy was doing his best to tell me ‘don’t you worry, Nana, I had absolutely nothing to do with it!’ Like I didn’t know Jamie taught him that same line two years ago. Had nothing to do with it huh? Only one of my kids to have a computer in his room at the time, and I’m supposed to believe he had no idea how those absolute assho-”

“Nana!” Hardison squawked.

“…jerks, those absolute jerks got enough viruses on their computers to shut down the whole building.” Parker snorted out a laugh, grinning brightly at Hardison’s indignant look.

“Morning Alec. You sleep alright, dear?” Nana asked without looking back at the door.

“…Did you sleep at all?” He shot back, slipping over to Parker after she gave him a slight nod to the unspoken question of space. Parker scooched back a bit on the counter, letting Hardison rest his hip on the edge between her legs. She grinned and leaned over to rest her chin on his shoulder, pressing a ‘good morning’ kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll take a nap later.” Nana responded back, sounding supremely unconcerned. “I was just telling Parker here some of my favorite stories from when you were little.”

“I was seventeen.”

“Like I said, little.”

Hardison grumbled, but he couldn’t fool Parker—she saw how bright his eyes were, glancing between her and Nana, and the smile trying to shine through. Seems he knew it too, because instead of arguing further, he wrapped his arms around Parker’s waist and buried his face in her neck with a mumble. Parker managed to save her mug through sheer luck—and Parkerness, but that wasn’t fair, so luck it was—and just laughed at him.

“Tell me another one?”

“Oh, I could do this all day. There was that time with the paintball guns-”

“Nana!” Hardison whined, without actually moving from his spot curled into Parker.

“Oh don’t you ‘Nana’ me, I had to repaint the house! Let me tell my story. So, Alec was trying to impress the boy down the street I think…”

[billyhargrovetrash]

Sugar Cookies

After the incident with the door and the smoke and Belch almost running him over with his car, Mike biked home, headed straight for the cabinet in the kitchen with his grandma’s old cookbooks and pulled out the first one his hand landed on. The Dessert Collector, 3rd Edition. He stared at it for a moment, not quite seeing it, hands shaking, before putting it down on the counter and taking a deep breath and waiting for his breathing to even out before he opened the book to the back and looking through the recipes.

He was searching for sugar cookies. He’d never baked before in his life but his mom had used to make them all the time and Mike sometimes stopped in the bakery in town just to smell the nutmeg and remember his mom’s hand smoothing his hair down and cupping his cheek before tickling his belly until he giggled and twisted away from her questing fingers.

And Mike could have done any number of things to force the adrenaline from his system. There was still chores that needed to be done even if his grandpa had said he could be done after running the deliveries. The fields always needed to be checked for rocks or Winston Blackpool had said he would show Mike how to work on an engine. But Mike was desperate for his mother’s comfort and if this was the closest Mike could be to her, then he would bake.

Plus, people had liked Jessica Hanlon. She’d shown up to bake sales and church pitch-ins with her crumble cakes or lemon squares or blueberry cobbler and no one cared her skin was darker than everyone else’s. They didn’t care her hair was kinky or her lips were big. If she showed up at someone’s front door with a casserole after something bad happened in a family, it wasn’t a case of “That negro woman better get out of here” or worse. It was “Jessica Hanlon is so thoughtful, Oliver. We really should have the Hanlons over for dinner sometime.” She was sunshine and warmth and Mike had never seen anyone raise their voice or a hand to his mother.

Mike didn’t expect that to happen for him. He just wanted to feel closer to his mother and his best memories involved her baking while Mike watched wide-eyed, standing on tiptoes to peer over the counter and watch exactly how the cakes were made.

The first batch came out burned. The second batch looked good on the top but the bottom was just as burned as the first. His grandpa came in just as Mike was setting the third batch, and the best looking yet, on the cooling rack. He picked one up, bit into and promptly spit it back out onto the counter. Mike wilted and immediately took the cookie sheet to the trashcan to scrape the rest of the cookies in.

“Keep practicing, Mike,” his grandpa said, heading for the bathroom to get cleaned up. “Jessica’s were worse when she first started baking.”

Mike kept scraping the cookies into the trash but there was a small smile on his face now.

--

The second time he attempted sugar cookies, it was after a dressing down from his grandfather about staying out past the curfew. Mike had tried to explain it wasn’t actually his fault (which it wasn’t...Henry and his goons made Mike’s life a living hell whenever he set foot into town and that included making him stay out past curfew) but his grandfather hadn’t been willing to hear it.

So while his grandfather was in the study doing the books for the farm, Mike banged around in the kitchen, savagely hoping he was giving him a headache. A small part of him felt guilty for the thought but it wasn’t quite enough to make him stop being noisy.

It was only after his third time closing the oven door harder than necessary did his grandfather appear in the doorway to the kitchen, his scowl a heavy thundercloud on his face. He opened his mouth, ready to bellow, before looking at Mike who was watching him a calculated look of wide-eyed innocence. He let out a long gusty sigh.

“Keep the noise down in here or any mistakes I make will be coming out of your hide,” he finally growled before turning back around and stumping back to the study. Mike barely caught the mutter of, “Just like his mother” and grinned, somehow feeling lighter than he had ages.

This batch, while still nowhere near as good as his mom’s, was at least edible.

--

“Mike, you know I appreciate what you’ve been doing,” Leroy said, watching as Mike pulled mixing bowls and ingredients out of the cabinets. “And the men on the farm do, too. But do you think you could try something besides sugar cookies this time?” Mike frowned, considering. He had gotten good at them over the past few weeks but the men his grandfather hired to help out had also become his test subjects. Mike tended to judge how good his baking was by how fast the food disappeared and the past few times the cookies hadn’t lasted past a few hours.

“Alright,” Mike agreed and began flipping through the pages until he settled on sourdough bread. Instead of leaving, though, Leroy pulled up a chair at the kitchen table and sat down to watch Mike.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“What?” Mike faltered, looking up at his grandfather. “Why do you think there’s anything to talk about?” Leroy gave him an unimpressed look.

“You think I didn’t notice you only bake after you had a run in with the Bowers boy or after you and I have a fight?” Mike flushed and looked determinedly back at the flour he was carefully measuring out. “So. Do you want to talk about it?” Mike was quiet for a few minutes as he separated and measured out the rest of the ingredients.

“I asked Tina Pattison out today,” he said after a few minutes. His face was bright red, but Leroy only raised his eyebrows. “And she said no.” He tried not to feel upset but he had had a crush on Tina for months. They had grown up at the same church and been in the same Sunday school class and every now and then her family came over for supper. She had one of the prettiest smiles Mike had ever seen, looked beautiful in purple and could snap out a comeback faster than Sammy Walker could snap a rubber band across the room.

“Ah,” Leroy said. He was quiet for a few minutes while Mike worked. “This sort of thing happens, Mike.”

“I know,” Mike muttered. “I just...I really like her, Grandpa.”

“I know you do, boy, just hold on. Did I ever tell you how I met your grandmother?” Mike shook his head, pausing in his work to watch his grandfather. Leroy’s gaze was far away and he had a small smile on his face.

“I used to work in a train yard Bangor,” he began. “Loading and unloading the cars, that sort of thing. The first time I’d ever seen my Shirley, she was wearing a beautiful blue dress and was heading into the main office for her first day of work. Easily the prettiest woman I had ever laid eyes on and I knew I needed to talk to her.”

“What did you say?” Mike asked. It was rare his grandfather talked about his grandma. Mike had seen a few pictures but she had died before he was born. To his surprise, instead of spilling something romantic or something similar, Leroy began laughing.

“I whistled at her,” he told Mike. “Like she was one of the common girls on the corner at night.” Mike didn’t quite see how that was funny but he kept quiet. “And your grandma, she turns around, her head held high and she’s looking over the men in the yard and finally her eyes land on me. And anyone can see your grandma is madder than a hornet and she tells me in the iciest voice imaginable that I can take my whistle, shove it where the sun don’t shine and go to hell. Ooh, I thought winter had come early when she said that! But I knew then she was going to be the woman I married.” Mike huffed out a laugh.

“It doesn’t sound like she was real keen on the idea,” he said. Leroy laughed.

“She wasn’t at first,” he agreed. “It took me weeks to get her speak to me after that. I spent most of my wages bringing her flowers to make up for that damned whistle, but she was worth every penny then and after. There were times when I thought she’d leave for good. But only the good Lord knows how I managed to convince her to choose me in the end.” He looked at Mike, warmth shining from his face. “Mike, you’re young. I won’t tell you not to smart over Miss Pattison because I’ve been rejected a fair time or two and I know it stings. But when you the meet the one she’s going to be worth every moment you spend breaking your back for her because she’ll be there to help put you back together again.” He stood up to clap Mike on the back. Mike reached around to give him a brief one-armed hug.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Grandpa. But if it’s all the same to you, when I meet another girl I like, I don’t think I’ll ask you for advice on how to go about asking her out.”

Leroy roared with laughter, slapping his thigh.

“Worked out alright for me, Mikey,” he chuckled, wiping his eye. “But your daddy was the real romantic. If you’re anything like him when it comes to women, you’ll do just fine.” Mike grinned as his grandfather left the kitchen, the sting from Tina Pattison’s rejection not completely gone but softened a bit.

--

After Neibolt Street, Leroy bodily removed Mike from the kitchen. He didn’t know what was going on with his grandson and Mike was refusing to talk about it but if he had enough energy to cover the entire damn kitchen in breads, cookies pies and cobblers then he had enough energy to go help dig up potatoes. He expects whatever is bugging Mike will taper off in a few days but the weeks pass and Mike’s baking frenzy doesn’t slow down at all.

The only good thing that came out of it, that Leroy could see, was Mike improved by leaps and bounds, but he still refused to talk to Leroy about. Leroy shrugged it off. His friends hadn’t been coming around as much so Leroy figured it was a fight but Mike didn’t seem to be in any trouble that Leroy could tell so he left it alone.

--

“Holy shit, Homeschool,” Richie said when they met up three days after the sewers. “These are amazing!” Mike grinned sheepishly, ready to brush off the compliment as Richie being a little shit but then Bev chimed in.

“Seriously, Mike,” she said, taking another cookie and biting into it with a small groan of relish. Next to her, Ben choked on his own cookie. “Richie is right. Where did you learn to bake?”

“Uh, over the summer. I sort of taught myself,” Mike admitted. Richie’s eyes popped open.

“Are you serious? Do homeschooling courses include home ec? Mikey, can you sew, too? If I give you my socks -”

“Your socks a toxic hazard,” Stan cut across him. “Don’t do that Mike.” He shamelessly grabbed a handful of cookies, clutching them possessively and leaning away from Richie, who made a grab for one. “There’s an entire container full of them right there,” he hissed. “And I am injured!”

“So is Eddie and he’d share with me,” Richie shot back, making another try.

“No, I wouldn’t,” Eddie said.

“No, I don’t take home ec courses,” Mike interrupted, his tone a little defensive. He would not, however, admit to knowing how to sew to Richie in a million years. “My mom used to bake so I wanted to learn. Get closer to her, you know?” Everyone nodded.

“That’s really sweet, Mike,” Beverly smiled and Mike couldn’t help the bashful smile he gave her in return.

“But wait,” Richie said. “Didn’t you say -”

“Shut up, Richie!”

@stillreddie I know you didn’t ask for this but I really liked your headcanon about Mike and baking so I wrote something

[fearlessheartofasamurai]

I didn't know someone else was here.....

[[Your muse has found a nice secluded lake and decided to cool off in a nice water. However, when they get into the water they realize that they're not alone. Send "I didn't know that someone else was here." for my muse's response.]]

Leo loved the water, he loved it almost more than he loved martial arts and that was saying something. It soothed his soul, relaxed him, and just felt good. He assumed it was because he was a turtle, but his brothers didn’t seem to love it nearly as much as he did. Which was fine by him, it meant he got to soak by himself more often than not and that was probably the best part. Soaking in water combined with silence. It was not quite meditating, but close enough that he occasionally lost time while he soaked. A few minutes suddenly became a few hours and unless he was disturbed, Leo rarely noticed the passage of time.

Finding clean water to soak in was difficult at times. They had their pool in the lair but it wasn’t very deep and sometimes Leo wanted to swim. Most of the water underground was not fit for swimming and the currents were deceptively dangerous. Central Park was off limits due to humans being their at all times of day and night. That left the beaches and a few lakes further north. Getting to the lakes was not easy and so often Leo had to settle for the beach and the salt water. It wasn’t as enjoyable as fresh water and often irritated his skin. It also came with the risk of humans showing up randomly, no matter how late he went.

When it was suggested they take the garbage truck and some gear and go camping in upstate NY Leo had been hesitant. It wasn’t safe, there was nowhere to hide really. Don had figured it out though. A place that offered seclusion, space, a lake, but it was pretty far off the beaten path. Their truck could get there using service roads and the chance of humans being around was quite slim. They had enough equipment and solar panels to keep them going for at least a week. At first it was just going to be them, but Mike suggested bringing some of their human friends just in case. So they each invited a friend to bring along. Of course Leo picked Vicky, she needed a vacation and he was worried that without a distraction he might drive his brothers insane. With Vicky along he would have someone that shared at least some of his interests since he had promised that this was going to be a vacation and training was to be limited.

The drive had not been too terrible until Mikey got bored, then it was hell. Pure unmitigated hell. A hell from which Leo thought he might never escape. There was a brief moment when they stopped, and Don announced they were at their destination that Leo was tempted to flee the vehicle and run off into the woods screaming. Resisting that urge he helped his brothers unload the equipment and began setting up the tents. Sleeping arrangements were argued over as no one wanted to share a tent with Michelangelo or Raphael, which meant they got to share one. Leo had his own tent, and Don was going to sleep in the truck. The humans had brought tents of their own that were modular and could be hooked together to create a large sleeping and living space. Unfortunately it was far too small for any of the brothers to be in comfortably and not take up too much room.

Once everything was set up the camp chores were divided and despite the rather vocal complaining from the more lazy individuals, everyone set about their tasks. While walking and scouting the area Leo had found the lake and it was beautiful. For now he had to resist the urge to strip and dive in, he had chores to complete so that they could settle in a bit better and be prepared for dinner. It was already getting late as the drive had taken a while and they were all a little hungry and tired from the trip. Maybe tomorrow he could go for a swim, meditate on the rocks near by, something. The water called to his soul and he was hard pressed to ignore it, but ignore it he did for now.

The next day was a bust as well. Leo had only managed to find time to meditate, but not swim. It was frustrating, but they had a week. One day without being the the water would not kill him, but he might start something if he was denied any longer than that. As it was the first full official day of camping everyone wanted to do something different, but no one wanted to do anything alone. Which made sense. They ended up dividing up the activities to go best with what time of day would make it easiest and some activities had to be pushed to another day.

Hiking had been fun, and everyone learned something new. Except Donatello, he already knew everything apparently. That didn’t take away from the fun at all and Don took the teasing good naturedly as always. While Leo longed to swim, fishing had also been fun. It was a bit messy and slightly unpleasant at certain points, but fun.

As afternoon shifted to evening they gathered at the campsite to relax, eat, and enjoy each other's company. It was too early for scary stories and s’mores. Instead Leo had suggested games and it took a while to agree on charades. The laughter lasted well into the evening which lead into those s’mores everyone had been promised. The scary stories were fun, until it was Donatello’s turn. Leo wasn’t sure anyone was going to sleep after that and he was pretty certain that it was Don’s revenge for the teasing earlier. He was going to have to have a chat with his brother though about what was, and what wasn’t appropriate scary story material. Mike was most likely going to have nightmares and some of the humans looked far paler than usual. Raph just laughed it off but even he had a bit of a look in his eyes like sleep might be a bit resistant in coming.

As predicted Mike had nightmares, Leo sighed, and Don felt guilty. Thankfully Raph was with their littlest brother and soothed him through the nightmares. In the morning, Mike was allowed to punch Donatello once for every time he woke up screaming. Don promised, while rubbing his arm, that he would tone it down in the future. He did not look as remorseful as Leo would have liked, but the lake was calling and Leo wanted no more distractions. Getting through breakfast had seemed like it took forever.

It had taken Leo longer than he wanted to sneak away with no one noticing. He wasn’t trying to be rude, but he wanted his alone time. Making it to the far side of the lake Leo stripped down hiding his gear and swords under some bushes. Quietly he slid into the water and let himself sink. The chill of the lake water was a bit of a shock, but oddly refreshing. The further Leo sank under the water the more calm he felt.

Surfacing he took a deep breath and allowed himself to sink to the depths once more. Having been a turtle before mutation it allowed Leo to stay underwater far longer than any human could. Even a human with a portable oxygen tank would have to surface due to their supply running out before Leo would. While the mutation had changed them significantly, this was one trait they kept. They could not stay underwater for days, but they could easily stay underwater for several hours

Leo let himself float underwater occasionally moving around as he relaxed. First he wanted to find calm, let the stress of life wash away from him. Then he would explore and swim. He could see easily enough in the murky depths, at least to a point. Movement would catch his eye as small fish, amphibians, even turtles moved around him almost as if he wasn’t there. At least most did not seem to see him as much of a threat.

Sinking to the bottom in one of the slightly shallower portions of the lake Leo pushed off and surfaced suddenly. Not far from him, already up to her waist in the water was his friend Vicky. Leo had clearly startled her as she had neither seen nor heard him before he surfaced and she was clutching her chest like he had almost given her a heart attack. Leo was amused when she finally found her voice and spoke.

“I didn't know someone else was here.....”

Her sentence was innocent but not accusatory. She did seem to be a bit uncomfortable, but Leo wasn’t sure why. The water was not too cold for a human. At least it didn’t feel that way. Maybe she had not wanted to share a swim. Leo had been hoping to have the lake to himself for a bit, knowing how loud it would become once his brothers decided to show up. While he didn’t mind splashing and playing right now he just wanted to enjoy the peace and quiet. Perhaps Vicky had wanted the same thing and worried about Leo being there, or maybe she realized why he might be here and was worried that she was disturbing him.

One of the many reasons Leo was so close to Vicky as a friend, was that she understood him, understood that sometimes I needed his space. She never took it personally and was always cognizant of being in his space. It helped that she didn’t get offended when he couldn’t hang out or simply needed his space. He felt he could trust her to not get upset if he just couldn’t hang out.

Still the lake was big enough for both of them and Leo was certain he could give her as much space as she needed while still having plenty for himself.  “I have been waiting for this since we got here, I am just enjoying a swim before the others figure out how enjoyable the water is and decide to have splash fights.” Leo chuckled and swam backwards away from her, showing her he was willing to give her space but not going to far. “Don’t worry, it is safe. I scouted underwater to be sure. Nothing dangerous seems to be over in this area so you should be good to swim.”

Leo smiled at her wiping the water from his maskless face as he took in the blue of her swimsuit. It was the same color blue as his mask. He smiled, the smile freezing and then fading slowly as his eyes widened and he sank up to his neck in the water. Thankfully he had not gotten too close or been in water too shallow as Leo realized, he was completely naked.

[thelostandforgottenangel]

First Time For Everything - One-Shot Request

So this was a request made by @homra-the-red-clan​ I’m sorry I forgot to post it for you yesterday but I worked extra hard on this just for you so please I hope you enjoy it

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles AU (2016 Bayverse)

Michelangelo x Lilly

It had been one of those lazy days in the lair where the guys had been able to relax with no practice or chores for once since they had done such a great job the night before in training Master Splinter had given his sons the day to relax so each of the boys had been doing their own thing

Mikey had been down in the dumps for a good portion of it still upset over the night before; he had been trying his hardest to accomplish something before his brothers and as usual he had failed. His older three brother’s had once again accomplished something before him and by the time it was his turn Splinter had seen it three times and hadn’t been as excited when Mikey finished

It was always like that and always had been no matter what he did it seemed like he couldn’t do better than his brother’s – all three had crawled and walked before him, all of his brothers had said their first words before him, every big moment in their lives whether it was small or insignificant he was always last to do it and it drove him crazy even though he was the baby of his family and a year younger than his brothers he for once just wanted to accomplish something before Leo, Raph, or Donnie did… even if it was just once

He was still in a funk when a sweet voice filled the air snapping him from his depressed stated making the biggest smile form on his face before he jumped over the couch to greet the girl standing at the top of the steps but Raph was already there giving her a small side hug making her blush as the other two had given her their greetings when they passed

They had met the cute redhead a while back from saving her in the middle of a hostage situation and since them Mikey had considered her like a best friend – but more than his friend in a way

Lilly was gorgeous so it was no surprise to him that he had developed the biggest crush on her from the day they had met and since then it had formed into something more; for the longest time he hadn’t been able to explain why the world seemed brighter when she was around, she was short with the prettiest eyes he had ever seen, she had the curviest body which caught his eyes effortlessly even though she called it chubby to him she was perfect in his mind

What made her even better was whenever she was in the liar she hung out with him the most, like went out of her way to be around him since her love of videogames drew her closer they spent every chance playing together trying to outdo each other

He was next to her once the biggest turtle had moved wrapping her in a tight hug twirling her around “What’s up my sweetcakes I’ve missed you”

She hugged him tightly back giggling excitedly loving his childish antics “Mikey I was here yesterday – you act like I’ve been gone for weeks” he sat her down smiling widely going over something smart to say to make her laugh again before Donatello walked through handing her a soda his honey brown eyes glued to his notes as he passed not stopping

“You been around long enough so you should know by now if you leave him alone for an hour he misses you like he hasn’t seen you for years… should have seen him last week when I spent three days in the lab he nearly lost his mind when he saw me”

The bright smile faded from the orange turtle’s face as he glared at his brother’s retreating shell when the girl burst into a laughing fit before he smiled again taking the girl’s hand pulling her with him but she could see it wasn’t the same he wasn’t as happy as he had been moments before “So – ready for the rematch in me kicking your ass sweetheart – still haven’t turned Street Fighter back on so we can start off right where we left off” he tried to hide it but she could see it behind his smile

Lilly knew something was wrong

It showed even more as they started the game, normally he was smack talking, commentating the fights, being dramatic for laughs, joking around, even playfully shoving her when she had beat him but after the third round and he hadn’t made a sound or was even trying to win the game she started to wonder if she had upset him without realizing it

She slowly paused the game and to her surprise he had kept hitting his controller buttons “Mikey?” he didn’t respond to her voice looking off as if he could see through the TV making her even more concerned then she had been moments ago “Mikey – hey are you okay?” the second her hand touched his arm he jumped looking around before his baby blue orbs settled on her in shock before looking to the screen giving her the answer she needed instantly

“What happened? Why did you pause it I was so winning?”

“Uh… I beat you three ” his face drained as she looked over him slowly before taking the controller from his hand setting it down on the coffee table scooting closer taking his hands in hers “Mikey what’s going on? Did I upset you cause if I did I’m sorry” the girl squeezed his hand making sure he understood she was sorry if she had done anything to ruin his night

“What – wait no you didn’t do anything… I just – Look I might not be the best company right now-”

He was up off the couch heading out of the room bashing himself for making her think she had done anything wrong before a small hand wrapped around his pulling him back making him look at her as she kept him from leaving “What’s wrong? Just talk to me”

Lilly had pulled him back to the couch without him noticing until she was sitting beside him waiting willing to let him vent if he needed “It’s so stupid” he looked away for a moment before he sighed trying to find a way that she would understand and not laugh at him for what he was going to say “I-I wanted to do something before my brother’s… but like always I accomplish everything after them and I just feel like-”

The woman moved closer cupping his cheeks with a soft smile as he finally gave up trying to put it into words “Aww sweetie I bet you’ve done tons of things before them – and you don’t have to beat them in stuff when your just as good as any of them” the smallest of her turtle friends smirked shaking his head giving a light chuckle as he made him look up by placing a hand under his chin grinning as she looked over his face “In fact – I think I know a way you could do something before all of your brother’s and I’d love to help you with it” his eyes lit up as he met her eyes fast grinning as he pulled her into a hug before pushing her back blushing bright red still grinning

“Sorry… That would be great! Uh – what did you have in mind?”

Lilly smiled as she grabbed his mask tails pulling him to her “This” her lips pressed over his in a gentle kiss as he with still his baby blues wide as her mouth touched his but within seconds he pulled her to him wrapping his arms around her body meeting the kiss a little harder until she pulled back a stunning smile on her lips as she held onto him not trying to move away “There you go - first to get a kiss from somebody who has a crush on you”

His brain was still trying to comprehend what had happened when he opened his eyes blushing as he looked her over his heart pounding away pulling her back fast grinning as she kissed him again as he held tight to her soft hips until he was physically shaking with excitement

He wanted to yell it and throw it in his brother’s faces but – he was too good to act like Raph so instead he held her kissing and smiling until they finally had to pull away but not far still cuddling on the couch as the youngest turtle chuckled “Don’t think just because your my girl now that I’m going to go easy on you in kicking your ass on the game”

She sat up with wide eyes grinning at him “Really now… so I’m your girl?” he blushed having not thought about it before he had spoken seeing the dare in her green eyes as they sparkled at him before her lips cracked into an amused smile scooting away as she handed him back his controller “Put your Money where your mouth is little turtle – beat me right here and now and I’ll be your girl”

Michelangelo grinned taking his controller laughing as a determined look took over her face “You are so going down my little Tiger Lilly”

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It had been a few weeks since the night Lilly had kissed him and he was still hanging on it, nothing had gotten to him since and nothing was going to kill his high

Lilly had been giving him a run for his money during their game the day it had happened and he had been just about to kick his ass for the tenth time when he grabbed her controller pulling her into a deep kiss tapping the buttons without looking beating her while they were still locked in a kiss laughing when she looked over at the screen before calling him a cheater

But she hadn’t argued all that much when he stole yet another kiss pulling her to him before they had pulled apart as Donatello had walked in

The whole time had been heaven on earth, every time she came down to the lair they slipped off to the TV room or went skateboarding on his hover board getting in several make out sessions before heading back to hang with the others or on the nights he had solo patrols he would finish fast to go hang out with the woman at her place

He had opted out of telling his family for the sake of them razzing him and Lilly too much wanting to be with her for a while before letting his brother’s in on his secret. He had slipped off during the middle of the day to go to her place watching movies and cuddling for hours inviting her have dinner at his place but as he drew closer he could hear Raph roasting Leonardo who was standing there nodding having to know he was screwed before looking up catching sight of their baby brother who was trying to go upstairs “Hey Mikey come rip him a new one”

Raph turned still going before he laughed waving at his little bro who was grinning like a fool thinking of when the girl he was hopelessly in love with praying she was already on her way “Ay look here comin’ from the rear MC Mikey bring it in here smiling n happy like he just got a hot date – ay bet he found my mix tapes… Ya rhyme hazy, sometimes even lazy, But I love this rap game, ‘cause rhyming is m’ baby, Visually, gracefully ‘m known as a mystery, Little man ya couldn’t even be me imma’ make history”

Leonardo winced as his brother punched him in the arm when he snickered knowing the youngest could roast all of them effortlessly on a good day

“Man that was weak” Mikey chuckled waving for Donnie and Leo to speed up the beat grinning widely stepping closer to his biggest brother “Bitch - you better watch yourself before you step to me, I bring you down faster than one of Donnie’s machines, man I’m lightning - here and gone before you even know it bet it give you whiplash then I’ll kick you right in the ass as I pass”

Mikey laughed as Donnie hissed leaning over touching one finger pulling back acting like he got burned as Raph swung at him shaking his head seeing Mikey wasn’t ripping him as usual “Fast? Son, that ain’t fast—‘m rising faster than the price of gas. Got no girlfriend, and girls are good for your health, Boy I coming at ya with ninja like stealth, and look at ya couldn’t get a girl if ya tried - man a face like yers even yer mother would cry” the orange turtle lifted his brow starting to feel angry glaring at his brother as he growled when Leo turned knowing it had stung before Mikey moved in chest to chest with his brother his eyes hard as

“Hey dude look I know there’s not much more that I could say about your weight cause it’s all been said but you know if you would just stop eating bread you might not be build like a twin bed, I could put a danm sheet on you and I swear kids could fall asleep on you” the three oldest turtle’s mouths dropped as they looked to each other their hands over their mouths “Woah! Hey don’t look away I ain’t done with you Motherfucker - look who’s talking last I checked you broke our mirror, I heard it screaming in horror right before it jumped and shattered – you never had a chick bro but I do – had my first, my second, my third kiss too- With a face like that you couldn’t even attract a dude!”

“Wait, whoa stop a moment! What?!” Donatello grabbed him pulling him back from Raphael who was standing there in stunned silence as the genius cut him off fast his honey brown eyes wide as Leo spun around looking the orange banded turtle over in shock having been in the moment of his silent revenge on the red masked turtle while laughing on the floor now fully focused on Michelangelo who was looking more pissed by the second “Bro you are so lying - who did you kiss?”

It took a lot to upset the usually carefree turtle and he never stood up to Raph this way being much smaller he tended to extract revenge by pranking them for however long he held the grudge – which was never long but with his fist clenched at his side he had been full ready to throw down with the turtle Leo didn’t even try to go toe to toe with unless completely necessary “Mikey – who did you kiss?”

“Lilly”

Raphael burst into a fit of laughter his deep chuckle shaking the room as Don let him go his eyes wide and Leo smiled looking at his brothers trying not to laugh seeing the steam coming off his baby brother’s head before Raph doubled over “Now I know yer lying – C’mon Mike a beautiful girl like that ain’t gonna fall for a mutant”

“It’s true – me and her have kissed several times” Donnie pulled Mikey back as his bigger brother laughed again wiping his eyes free of tears holding him back as Leo got between them just as the woman walked through the door stopping as Donnie and Leo tried to separate the two

“Hey guys what – what’s going on?”

Raph finally stood up shaking his head trying to catch his breath waving his hand seeing he was only succeeding in pissing Michelangelo further “Nothing – Mikey’s just telling jokes, shit he sitting here trying to convince us ya kissed him”

She blushed looking to the turtle who was struggling to get out of his purple banded brother’s grasp looking to each of them as she cleared her throat her face turning red letting her shyness show being around the two alpha’s “I did… I did kiss Mikey. We’re also dating”

“Wait what?” Donnie and Leo looked down at her seeing the look she was now wearing before Raph shook his head grinning as he pointed to her, his golden eyes lighting up in mischief Nudging Leo who was now looking between the two connecting this wasn’t a prank

“It gets better – danm ya got her in on it… this is good!”

The woman dropped her bag on the table walking forward grabbing Mikey by his necklace pulling him down as she captured his lips in a deep kiss and as if someone had hit him with a tranquilizer his whole body eased pressing his mouth over hers firmly hearing her yelp into his mouth as he moved lifting her up fast opening his fire infused baby blue eyes staring right at Raphael shooting him the finger before they closed as he pushed Lilly’s mouth open with his tongue making her groan when he took over the kiss fast

“Holy S-” Leo slapped a hand over Donnie’s mouth muffling his words as Raphael nearly hit the floor his mind barely processing what they were all looking at right then

They were all still standing there as the youngest turtle churred as he moved towards the TV room grinning when she broke away gasping for air fanning herself having never felt him kiss her the way he had “Dinners on you guys I’ll see you later”

They were all still standing there ten minutes later looking from one to another before April and Casey walked in stopping inside the door “Uh – guys what’s going on here…?” Donnie threw his hand in the air laughing and mumbling about statistics walking off to his lab glancing in the TV room before Leo cleared his throat seeing any more of this and the massive turtle might actually break his brain

“Don’t even ask – I can’t even explain it”

 So I hope this was something like you were wanting... I’m sorry if it’s nothing like what you described and if it sucks I will totally rewrite it for you