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tmntreasures · 6 years ago

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Prom Night (Michelangelo)

Author/Editor Comments: Obligatory “We’re not dead comment.” ;P Purple speaking! I just wanna give my compliments to the writer! Orange has been working on this for a while now, when she really didn’t have to. Both of our lives have changed a lot (more hers than mine), and she’s constantly busy; but she managed to finish this and I’m proud and thankful for her! So yeah! Love you Orange!

Now on to the story~

Prompt: A boy at your high school, named George, has asked you out; not because he likes you, but because you were his last option. Obviously, you turn him down since you have a turtle boyfriend who was going to meet with you behind the school. On the night of prom, you go outside to wait for your secret love. But the boy who had asked you out corners you outside. He acts very aggressive and clearly had brought in some alcohol to the school…

“Okay so, what did this guy look like?” Big blue eyes stared at you from across the table.

The moment you had gotten out of school you went straight for the lair. A boy had been harassing you to be his date to prom all day, and after each denial he became more aggressive. Even telling the pursuer that you were taken did not work. It had gotten to the point where you felt on edge just by walking down the hall.

You knew you would find solace in the lair and in the arms of your mutant boyfriend. Of course, as soon as you mentioned that you were being pursued, Michelangelo wanted to know all the details about him rather than how you were.

“Fine, I guess.” You shrugged, poking at an abandoned paper plate covered in old pizza grease. You thought that if you looked as disinterested as possible that he would take the hint. Then you remembered it was Michelangelo; and if other boys were mentioned, he needed to reassure his own ego.

“Wait. By 'fine' do you mean like, 'maybe I'd like him after a few drinks' fine? Or like, 'oooh, damn, he fine' fine?” He raised a brow at you, clearly reading for any sign of dishonesty on your face.

You couldn't help but smack the table rather harshly, “Be serious Mikey! The guy really creeped me out!” You scoffed a little as you recalled the events of the day. “I am serious!” He nodded fervently before giving you a sly smile. “I gotta make sure he's not as cute as me.”

You knew he was trying to cheer you up, but you were also quite sure he did not understand just how upsetting the situation was for you. “Michelangelo,” you saw him tense up when you used his full name and it just fueled the anxiety in your stomach. “He scared me.”

Something in your eyes made his expression soften and his body leaned forward to embrace you. “Woah, babe calm down. I was just messing with you.” As much as you wanted to pull away out of spite, you allowed him to wrap his large, warm arms around your smaller frame and gave in to his comfort. He squeezed you lightly and you could feel your racing heart start to calm down and your body relax. You had no idea you had been so tense until now and thanked him for the hug by wrapping your arms as much as you could around him and returned the wonderful squeeze.

“So this means I have to come to your prom right?” He said after a while. Although your head was buried against his chest, you could hear the cheeky smile growing on his face. “You know, for your own safety.”

You sighed obnoxiously, feeling your own cheeks ache from the smile that was suddenly coming from you. “Yeah. I guess you have to show up now,” you pulled away enough to give him a reassuring look. “I know you had other things to do tonight, but I got to have a bodyguard.”

He snapped his fingers and pointed at you with finger-guns. “I gotchu babe. I've even got the perfect disguise in mind!”

You let out a pained groan and winced. “It's not that trench coat and fedora again is it? That one is actually kinda creepy...” Flashbacks of the last time Michelangelo wore the coat flooded your mind and made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge. You shivered and pushed the thought out of your head and returned your attention back to him.

He put a hand on his chest and his jaw dropped in shock. “Excuse me! I would never wear something so casual to your prom night!” He gave you his signature grin, “I'm wearing a suit and tie for you~.”

“Aww, Mikey.” You leaned forward and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek. Though you wondered where he would find a suit big enough to fit over his shell, the question did not linger long in your head. “Okay, I better start getting ready then. I'll meet you behind the school at nine-thirty. Got it?”

He nodded his head and began to wave you away. “Yeah, yeah I'll remember. I promise I'll be there in time. Now hurry up before we have our own prom night here.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively at you, causing your cheeks to blush a precious pink color.

“Alright I'm going,” you got up quickly and left the lair to prepare for the night ahead. It was, after all, going to be the best night of your life.

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For Michelangelo, this was the worst night of his life. He had spent the majority of his time trying to find a tuxedo that would fit him in the junkyard, but he was unsuccessful. However, he did find one of those tuxedo t-shirts that was his size, but it was covered in dirt. So he had to run back to the lair to wash it. Then he had to dry it off which took a while too, so he went ahead to the school early to get his surprise set up for you; after all, his shirt should be done drying by the time he got back. Which it was, but once he had it on it was already nine-twenty. Without a moment's hesitation, he threw the t-shirt on and ran as fast as he could without being seen. He did his best not to think about how mad you would be once he finally showed up. Now he was very thankful he went ahead and set up your surprise; at least something would go right. At least, he hoped it would go right, assuming you wouldn't be too angry with him.

The upside to all of this though: he was pretty sure he made it to the school in record time. Unfortunately, after he perched himself on a nearby tree branch, he saw you outside with another kid; a teenage boy to be specific. Dread hardly had any time to cloud his thoughts once the strange boy snatched your wrist aggressively. Instinctively, his hands went to his sides where his nunchucks would be sheathed, but when his fingers gripped nothing but air he cursed under his breath.

Of course this would be the one night he forgot his weapons during his mad-dash to get ready. He had to think of something quickly before the boy escalated things further.

Oddly enough an idea came to him fairly quick, but only because the situation had reminded him of a movie the two of you had watched recently. He would just need to borrow something from the school's cafeteria first before he could truly help.

Without a moment to lose, the mutant turtle entered the school through an unlocked window and did his best to not get distracted by the high school environment.

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“Let go,” you yanked your hand quickly out of his grasp. You could feel your eyes bulging out of their sockets as you stared wide-eyed in disbelief at your fellow classmate. It was still difficult for you to process what was going on but luckily your body seemed to be reacting on its own. Maybe it was just because you were mimicking the turtles after having watched them train on occasion, or maybe it was from all those old kung-fu movies Michelangelo made you watch with him; either way, your limbs were acting on their own and you were thankful for it.

The boy seemed to wince when you pulled away but it was hard to tell. “I just don't get it,” Despite his cracking voice, anger still swimmed in his eyes. “Why not me? What's wrong with me huh?”

He took a step forward and you took two back. If you weren't careful, this could turn ugly very quickly. Your heart began to race and somehow constrict in your chest all at once . Breathing felt like a difficult chore, making you take short, quick breaths. Why now? Why did all of this have to happen now and to you of all people? You don't know this kid. You've had a few classes with him sure, but you had never once said 'hi' to him and he had certainly never made his presence known to you before, let alone show any interest. Where was all of this coming from?

Something dashed through the darkness and your attention was taken away from the situation. It couldn't have been a fellow student; no one you knew could ever move that fast. Could it have been--?

Before you could even finish the thought, something warm grabbed your arm and yanked you back. Branches and leaves scratched and flicked against your skin and dress as you struggled against whatever had you. With all that was going on you started to let out a scream, hoping someone, anyone would hear you and help.

A large hand covered your mouth immediately. Strangely enough, the action did not panic you more but it did not calm you down either. Your eyes finally adjusted enough to the darkness for you to see a familiar orange mask and the baby blue eyes that peered through its holes. There was a brief wave of relief that calmed your racing mind; unfortunately for the mutant turtle in front of you, that meant your frustration with him showed itself.

“Hey, calm down,” Michelangelo whispered. Whether he said it because he saw an angry flicker in your eye or not, you could not tell.

Of course that did not stop you from letting your frustration out on him. You grabbed his wrist and yanked it off of your mouth before hissing in a whisper. “'Calm down?' You are late! That weird kid found me and started acting crazy. You pull into some bushes without warning, and you want me to calm down!?”

He seemed unfazed by your outburst; perhaps it was because you were still whispering, making it not as effective than if you had been yelling instead. “I know, I know. I'm sorry,” he grabbed your shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly. “I'll make it up to you, I promise,” he smiled at you and you could feel your anger dissipating. It was quickly replaced with disbelief and questions when he suddenly revealed a ketchup bottle. “But first, we gotta get rid of this goon,” he grinned as he twisted the lid off, clearly doing everything he could to contain himself.

“H-hey...where'd you go?” the boy's voice quivered as he called out for you. Cautious footsteps walked closer and closer to your hiding place. You could not help but peer through the breaks in the bush to see where he was. The boy was close. A few more steps and he could start parting branches. Although you trusted Michelangelo to have a plan, you could not help but feel anxious. If he saw the giant mutant turtle, who knows what would happen?

After a few more steps, the boy suddenly stopped in response to Michelangelo snapping some branches underneath his feet. Finally, he threw the contents of the bottle outward, making sure to keep a firm hold of the container itself. Ketchup splattered on the asphalt in front of the boy, some of it even getting on his shoes and pants. You could see him tense up as his eye widened in absolute horror; with the help of the night sky, even you admitted to yourself that the ketchup looked like blood.

The combination of the snapping noise and “blood” sprawled out in front of the boy had his mind racing. His mouth hung open in a silent scream and he grabbed both sides of his head as he tried to process what just happened. Your stifled laugh was turned to panic when you saw Michelangelo start to move toward the boy. You reached out to try and stop him but it was too late. There was no way the boy would not see him.

What in the hell was he thinking!?

Your question was quickly answered when you watched the two. The boy's eyes seemed ready to pop out of his skull when he saw Michelangelo. Luckily, he could not utter a peep, let alone a scream. His joints shook beneath his suit in fear as the mutant turtle reached down to swipe a thick finger into the puddle of ketchup. Michelangelo brought the finger to his own lips and licked the condiment off, never breaking eye contact with the shivering boy in front of him. You gagged a little at the gesture, especially since the liquid had been on the rough ground. But it was what happened next that made you gawk in shock and glee.

“No one will believe you,” the orange-clad turtle said ominously to your classmate before slowly returning to your hiding place. You did your best to contain yourself when he kneeled next to you. Both of you had big, cheek-burning grins on your faces.

You both watched through the branches as the boy stared at the puddle below. His face had become white as a sheet and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and nose. He took a few steps back before finally running off into the safety of the school building.

The moment he was gone, you both let out big sighs of relief. You did not even realize you were so tense until you allowed your body to relax. “I can't believe you just did that,” you said through a chuckle.

“What? Eat that ketchup off the ground? That's nothin'.” The blue-eyed turtle grinned.

A giggle shook your shoulders. “Well that too. But I mean I can't believe you showed yourself to him.” You looked at him and shrugged, “You're not afraid he'll tell someone?”

He waved your concern away. “Nah. Like I said,” he leaned forward and tried his best to impersonate a horror-movie narrator. “'No one will believe youuuu'!... And even if he does, everyone’s gonna think he drank waaay too much punch when you show up to graduation unscathed.” He chuckled lightly.

“I guess that’s true...” You giggled again, but you still had some unspoken frustration toward him that you had to get out. “You know you were super late right?”

“Actually,” He held up a finger to interject. “I came early to set up. Buuut then I had to go back home to get my clothes.”

“Wait, what?” you furrowed your brows in confusion. Despite the mutant turtle's goofball attitude, he actually did put effort into your relationship and would even impress you with what he could come up with with his limited resources. But actually showing up early to get something set up to surprise you? That was unexpected.

He smiled at the look of disbelief on your face and crossed his arms smugly. “I know, I know. I'm an amazing boyfriend and you love very much and are lucky to have someone like me.” He batted his eyes and gave you a big, toothy smile. You shook your head and could not stop the smile that crept on your face. As tempting as it was to give him a hug, you still needed proof. “Woah, you're not off the hook yet,” you wiggled a finger at him. “I still need to see what you got planned. Then I'll decide if you're off the hook.”

Michelangelo followed as you stood up to wipe the dirt and leaves off your orange dress. “Sooo, me saving you from that guy doesn't count?”

“You wouldn't have had to save me if you were here on time though,” you argued light-heartedly. “That's why I gotta see if your set-up was worth it,” you gave him a playful wink before stepping out of the bushes.

“Alright, alright,” he held his hands up in defense and followed you out. Once you were both relatively dirt-free, he gestured toward the school. “So, we're gonna have to go up. Can you maneuver in that?” He nodded at your dress.

You looked down, forgetting that you were even wearing the nice garment and lifted your legs to test your range of motion. “I should be fine as long as we're using a ladder.” You looked up at him in concern, “There is a ladder right?” As cool as it was that he could, literally, jump off walls and climb them with little assistance, it was difficult when you had to follow suit.

A little scoff came out of him and he nodded. “Of course there is! Though...I'll have to give you a boost.” He pointed at the wall, showing you where this ladder was.

It was old but made from sturdy steel; there were only a few blotches of rust from the years of its installment and lead to the roof of the building. Clearly it was meant as an emergency escape route, for the start of the ladder was six feet above the ground to prevent any small children from climbing up and hurting themselves during recess.

You sighed a little, feeling the exhaustion start to overtake the subsiding adrenaline. “Alright. Let's get it over with,” you both started to walk to the ladder and a thought suddenly crossed your mind. You quickly spun around and pointed a finger at his snout. “Don't do anything funny when I'm climbing up. I don't want to slip because you're trying to look up my skirt.”

He laughed nervously as if you had just caught him doing something wrong. “Okay, okay. I promise. I'll at least wait until you're on the roof before doing any funny-business.”

You smiled and prepared yourself for the trek upwards. Before you had met the turtles, heights were on your top ten list of worst fears. After being carried from rooftop-to-rooftop so many times, participating in a mission here-and-there, and even having a close-call after a high fall has hardened your resolve with climbing. Granted you had never climbed anything in a dress before, but you figured as long as you did not look down you would be fine.

Michelangelo knelt down and cupped his hands. Luckily for him, you were wearing flats, making it easier for him to push you upward once you stepped into his palm. You gripped the rough rungs and took a deep breath before making your ascent. After a few feet, you heard Michelangelo mount the ladder to follow after you. Luckily, he was true to his word and did not try to do anything to antagonize you as you climbed.

When you a mere three feet away from the top, you heard the giant turtle leave the ladder and use the windowsills to finish his climb. You paused only for a moment until he had finished his climb before resuming. The last thing you had wanted to do was lose your footing while he was moving around so suddenly. You could only assume he had gone ahead so abruptly to get the rest of his mystery set-up ready. As you neared the top, the sound of slow music reached your ears and a smile began to creep along your face.

When you reached the end, Michelangelo was there to offer you a hand over the ledge. You gladly accepted and you stepped onto the gravel-covered rooftop to see quite the spectacle.

There were tiny lights that one would find in a college freshman's dorm room decorating the emergency door. A few bulbs were missing, but it was hardly noticeable. A large, clean blanket covered the ground with a pizza box and one of Donatello's speakers resting on top of it, still leaving plenty of room for the two of you to sit. You rolled your eyes playfully at the sight of the pizza box, but your warm smile was more than enough to show just how pleased you were.

When you turned to look at him you finally noticed just what he was wearing. Somehow, he had found a tuxedo shirt big enough to fit over his large shell. It was amazing that he had gone through so much effort, but the shirt did look rather silly on him; silly enough for you to snort and giggle at the sight of it. “What? What!?” He asked, thinking he had done something wrong.

“Nuh-nothing,” you said in between giggles, wiping away some stray tears from the corners of your eyes. “It's just...you actually found a shirt big enough for you.” Once the words were out of your mouth you finally started to calm down and stopped laughing.

He blinked in surprise at your answer but was quickly replaced with a sigh of relief. “Oh! Oh good.” He fiddled with his fingers and stared at you with a big grin. “Sooo...you like it?” His grin somehow got wider when he asked.

Any ounce of frustration, annoyance, or anger you had with him faded away. Your heart swelled when you looked at the setup one more time before turning to him. “Mikey, I love it.”

“So, it totally makes up for being late?” He asked.

“Definitely.” You stood on your tiptoes and gave him a kiss on his lips. When you parted, a more upbeat song came on and the mutant turtle seemed to perk up a bit. “Oooh, I love this song!” He took one step forward but stopped himself. “You wanna dance?” He flashed you a charming smile as his hand took hold of yours.

“I thought you'd never ask,” you replied teasingly.

The two of you danced the rest of the night away, ending it with pizza and snuggling together to look at what little stars you could find in the city sky.

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readersandtmnt · 7 years ago

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How he looks at you.

Leo: He looks at you as if you are the moon to his endless night, it would be the sun but considering how he isn’t outside much during the day and the sun is too bright to actually look at, he looks at you as if you are the moon. To him you are glowing and radiant and mythical, he looks at you as if poets have spent eons describing you yet never fully capturing the feeling that grasps the heart when his gaze falls upon you. You have him captive and with each passing moment of time your mysteries although solved still ignite that fire of wonder and coat his mind with a fog of magic. You pull him in and control him as easily as the moon controls the tides, with such ease that you are not even aware of it.

Donny: You, you magnificent creature of atoms and energy. His eyes drink in every iota of your being because you are biological perfection. He looks at you as if you were a computer, honestly. The genus spends hours analyzing building and designing gadgets, but you are the most amazing creation he never made. From self repairing skin cells to blood vessels to neurons, he could spend years looking at every atom of yours under a microscope and still exclaim how amazing it is, your body, your genetics, and how much more special it is because it is yours. Your eyes were the monitors that he gets lost in, your beating heart is the electric buzz that keeps you in motion, and honestly while Donny isn’t a poet or a traditional artist, you are far more than a fleshy machine because he loves you, and it shows in how he looks at you.

Raph: You hold his gaze captive like a flower, he’s not good with the names of flowers, but they are always beautiful and fragrant. The bright colors the soft petals, how could he not see you as such a fragile thing? Him a large bulky monster and you soft, sweet, delicate yet brimming with life, love, and determination. He is afraid that with one touch he would hurt you but you, like many other kinds of flowers, always come back. You’re always growing, flowering, and always you turn his stomach to butterflies. How could he not look upon you and see anything less than the beautiful resiliency that nature gave you. To him you are the flower blooming after a harsh winter, he is both surprised that you survived in such harsh conditions but also filled with hope that he too could flourish and bloom. Yes to him you are a flower and he would do anything to protect you, much as the little prince would to protect his rose. You always wonder why his nicknames for you were flowers.

Mikey: Some days he looks at you as if you are the best meal he had ever seen, other days you are paint upon a canvas that he longs to fall into. Either way he would never articulate just how your every move is a stroke of a brush on the canvas of his life, how you are the water keeping him from thirst, the proverbial statue beckoning him towards a better tomorrow, because every day that he has with you is better than the last. You, his muse, confidant, friend, and lover, you the ocean that he would shamelessly drown in. You are art, not so much that you are beautiful, because to him you are more beautiful than anything trapped in a museum in all the world, but that you make his heart cry out with emotion. After all, he will tell you on the bad days, art is not meant to be beautiful, it is meant to make people feel, and boy oh boy does he feel when he looks at you. He doodles your eyes and nose and blemishes on every scrap of paper, paints you on the walls, cooks up the flavors that reminds him of you, probably why he keeps putting a lot of toppings on pizza, like jellybeans. You are art and sustenance for him, and it shows in the admiration of his eyes.

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unitato722 · 7 years ago

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I PROMISE

TMNT

Mikey x Reader

So I felt like writing something depressing because we all need a little turtle love but some of us just need it differently. Sending my love to those of you with depression <3 Hope yall like it :)

Trigger Warning: Suicide, self harm, bullying, and depression.

Your life had always been bland and empty, it was something you’d learned to live with for as long as you could remember. That was… until you had met them. The turtles were the only people you had ever met who had ever given two shits about you. Your parents had neglected you for most of your life and the only friend you’d ever had had moved overseas to Ireland. The only good luck you’d had in your whole seventeen years was meeting the turtles two years ago.

They’d brought happiness into your world and made you feel human for the first time in your life, but out of all of them Mikey had helped you the most. You admire his strength and ability to lighten the mood, it had helped you on numerous occasions.

You really needed that today.

It was your birthday and as usual it seemed to be a day of torture. Every year something would happen to remind you that it was just another year people had to tolerate you and that you had to live through their torment. This time one of the girls in your foods class, who’d been partnered with you to take care of the laundry, had made a point of spilling bleach on you when the teacher wasn’t in the room.

She had pointed at you with a smirk and laughed. “Well maybe that will clean you up you filthy fat whore,” she’d announced, and the whole class laughed along with her.

You didn’t waste a second as you grabbed your backpack and ran out of the room to the sound of the whole class chanting, “(Y/N)’s a whore, (Y/N)’s a whore!”

Tears clouded your vision until you no longer knew where you were going, but you didn’t care, not anymore, there was no more reason to. At one point you caught sight of your reflection as you were passing a store window, bringing you to a halt. You looked awful. Your favorite dark orange shirt was already fading to white in messy splotches and so were your skinny jeans. Your beautiful (h/c) hair was covered in the nasty chemical making it crusty and plain out gross as it dripped from the tips onto the sidewalk, but the stench was the worst part. You saw a lady give you a disgusted look as she passed by and you ducked your head in shame before diving into the nearest alleyway and lifting up the closest manhole cover. During your time with the turtles your strength had grown and lifting the covers had became second nature.

You ran through the sewers as the memories flooded your vision. (Y/N)’s a whore! (Y/N)’s a whore! (Y/N)’s a whore!

“I’m a stupid fat whore…”

The words were barely a whisper, but the second they fell from your lips fresh tears fell in turrets and you had to stop moving as sobs racked your body. Why? Why did everyone need to remind you how useless you were? You knew no one cared, you’d accepted the fact a long time ago, no one loved you enough to care if you were gone. The thoughts and sobbs lasted only a few minutes before you took a few shaky breaths to calm yourself and continued walking.

When you arrived at the front doors to the lair you stopped. You wiped your eyes to make sure there were no remaining tears staining your cheeks for them to discover before you took another deep breath and walked in.

The first thing you noticed upon entering was that the lair was warm and smelled like pizza. You heard laughing to your left and looked up the small set of stairs to where the table was to see that the boys were eating pizza and betting on who would win the arm wrestling match that was going on between Leo and Raph.

You couldn’t help but feel happiness surge through the darkness at the sight, it brought back memories of happier times.

Back when you used to live with them for days at a time, during which you would wake up to Leo and Raph fighting and be the one to break them up. Back when you and Mikey would watch videos and spend all night talking about God knows what. Those were the days you lived for, the days you only had to worry about if Leo would burn dinner, or if Donnie would pass out from sheer exhaustion, or what you and Mikey would talk about that night…

The phone call had changed it all. Your parents demanded you come back, if you didn’t they’d take extreme measures. You didn’t want to find out what those were so you packed your things and prepared to leave after all the boys went to sleep that night, but as you were leaving you woke Mikey.

The argument you two had that night was one you’d rather not remember, but it seemed you could never get it out of your mind. It seemed to be burned there like a lingering scar in your memory.

He had refused to let you go. When you asked him why he refused to answer, just kept trying to convince you to stay. Your voices had steadily raised until the volume had woken his brothers and even Splinter. After a while you’d had enough and as you began to leave he had screamed at you that he didn’t want to see you hurt. That had been a year ago and as far as the brothers knew you were doing fine, better actually. They had no idea what things were really like...

You smiled and walked over, dumping your backpack at the foot of the small stairs, joining in on the fun.

Both turtles were straining and holding eye contact as they attempted to out gun the other. You laughed a little causing all attention to go to you as Raph flexed and pinned his older brother’s arm to the table.

“Ha, looks like I win Fearless.”

“It doesn’t count if I was distracted Raph,” Leo growled as they both looked at you.

Mikey gasped. “Dude what happened to you?” he asked as he looked you over.

You flinched a bit but smiled and said, “an accident with bleach in foods, a girl tripped and spilled bleach on me, nothing major.”

All the brothers seemed to gasp at the same time. “Nothing major?” they shouted in unison.

“Did she do it on purpose?”

“Did you tell a teacher?”

“Did ya knock ‘er out?”

“Did it get in your eyes?”

“Woah, woah, woah, guys relax!” you shouted, “it’s ok, the teacher wasn’t there so I left but I didn’t feel like going home so I came here instead. No there’s none in my eyes, just all over my clothes and hair. And no, Raph, I didn’t beat her up.”

Raph threw up his hands. “Well ‘scuse me for wondering if that girl got a proper ass whoopin.’”

“Looks like your clothes are ruined Angel Cakes, we should get you washed up while Donnie calls April.”

Mikey led you to the bathroom as Donnie took out his phone and dialed said girl and Leo and Raph went back to arguing about who had won their earlier fight.

As you entered the guest bathroom Mikey helped you take off your shoes while you grabbed a towel from beneath the sink. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Mikey scanning over your facial features, so you tried to keep them from showing the pain you felt. “Are you sure you’re ok (Y/N/N)?”

You smiled at the nick name and nodded encouragingly. “I promise Mikey, I’m fine. Just in desperate need of a shower,” you admitted sheepishly.

The orange clad turtle looked you over another time before smiling and getting up. “Well then I’ll let you take your shower. Holler at me if you need anything,” he said with a wink before lightly ruffling the dry part of your hair.

As the door shut behind him you let out a sigh and began to undress. You stepped into the shower and turned the knob as far as it could go. As the scalding water ran over your skin you found your thoughts wandering back to the dark places they had been treading through earlier. A tear streaked down your cheek but you didn’t notice as it mixed with the water running over your face. The water had reached an almost unbearable temperature by the time you turned to wash yourself off, but you barely even registered it as your thoughts roamed to desperate places. You were only half aware of your actions as you washed your body and shampooed your hair. You were only focused on the thoughts invading your mind.

(Y/N)’s a stupid fat whore!

Why can’t you follow orders like your sister.

You’ll never be anybody special.

Get your head out of the clouds, you can never be anything useful with all your daydreams.

Take a hike bitch.

What guy would want you?

Tears had begun to stream down your cheeks as memories flooded your mind and you finished washing your hair. There was something deep inside your soul that wanted to scream, to cry out for help, but what if they were right. What if nobody cared? What if nobody wanted you?

Your thoughts suddenly turned to Mikey. Would he care when you were gone? Would he cry and beg for you to come back?

No.

No one would.

A hand reached out and grasped your razor. You could end it. You could make it stop. Make the dull ache in the backs of your heart and skull disappear and the torment of your soul stop. You felt a slight sting as the razor dug into the skin of your left arm. The smell of blood filled you sinuses as you looked down to see the cuts bleeding. The wounds helped clear your thoughts as you dragged the sharp metal object across your arm again, and again, and again before switching to your other arm. Relief flooded your senses as the pain took over, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

You stepped out of the shower and into the foggy bathroom, barely able to see anything. Without letting go of the razor you wrapped your towel around you and stepped in front of the fogged up mirror. You swiped your hand across it, revealing your face. Your sad (e/c) eyes, your pale face, and the bags underneath your eyes. No one should have to live life like this. No one.

A knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts.

“Hey (Y/N), April dropped off some clothes and the rest of the bro’s went into the dojo to train so-” his words were suddenly cut off before he knocked on the door again, this time louder, “are you ok? There’s super steamy air coming out from under the door. Can I come in?”

Your breathing hitched in your throat as you reached over and locked the door. Not seconds later you heard the doorknob rattling as Mikey attempted to enter. His shouting grew and you knew that he could easily have Donnie taking the door off it’s hinges in a matter of minutes so you turned to look into the mirror as you held the metal against the skin of your neck.

BOOM!

The door shook as Mikey kicked it, almost sending the door flying. The door was suddenly pulled in the opposite direction to show Mikey at the same time that blood started to run down your neck.

Baby blue eyes met (e/c) as he stared at you with a pleading look. His usually bright demeanor was completely gone, replaced with sadness and above all, fear. You could see his hands shaking as they slowly reached out to you.

“(Y/N).”

You inhaled sharply. Although the words were barely audible they held more meaning than anyone else would ever understand. He rarely called you by your first name and he had never looked at you like that before.

It was then that all of the dark thoughts began to fade from your mind as you realized that all your earlier thoughts were false. Against your will your arms fell to your side and the razor dropped to the floor.

In mere seconds Mikey had his arms around you as the razor slid across the floor.

“Shhhhh, it’s ok (Y/N). I’m here. Please don’t ever do that again, you scared the shit out of me.”

His words barely registered in your mind as you finally let loose and slumped against his form. Your tears ran free and your sobs were so loud it hurt. You tried to hide the sounds against his neck but as his arms tightened around your shaking figure your walls began to crumble.

“I love you, please don’t leave me,” you whispered as you clung to him.

“I won't sweetheart, I promise. I- I love you too (Y/N). I’ll do anything to see you happy again,” he pushed you back a bit so he could look you in the eyes, his baby blue orbs moist with tears, “just promise me you’ll let Donnie take care of your cuts and that you’ll talk to me next time, I don’t want to see you so hurt.”

As his arms wrapped firmly back around you you felt all your walls caving in, the caution tape around your heart being ripped away, and your heart finally seemed to beat to in time with the universe.

And finally, you were at peace, you were home.

You nodded, a small smile gracing your features through the tears. “I promise.”

#michaelangelo #mikey #mikeyxreader #Michelangeloxreader #depressed reader #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #mikey x reader #michelangelo x reader #depression #self harn #reader #xreader #tmntxreader #tmnt x reader

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tmntdaily-posts · 3 years ago

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A Chance Meeting

Genre: Fluff/Comedy

Pairings: MichelangeloxReader

Warnings: Cussing

Taking a late night stroll after work was a bad idea...Or was it?.

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"You're missin' out Y/N, You need to get out more, Experience the world outside of these office walls." Your coworkers voice was grating, All you wanted to do was go home and relax. God forbid. "Allie I really don't want to go to that bar again. Remember what happened last time?." "Oh for goodness sake, The fight wasn't even that bad." "The guy had to get twenty stitches..." Allie sighed heavily, "Yeah but we had fun up until that point." You waved goodbye to her, Rolling your eyes as you went.

The walk home was cold and tiring, It had been days since you got a restful sleep. The feeling of nice warm blankets and hot chocolate were calling your name.

"Finally, Home sweet home." You tossed your bag and coat across the room, Then flopping yourself onto the bed. Nearly falling asleep you were awaken by a loud thud on the roof, Your apartment was near the top of the building. Sometimes you could hear people having parties up there, But you've never heard that before. You shot up out of bed, Maybe someone got hurt.

You opened your bedroom window to see if you could spot anything from there. A man's voice called your attention, You froze, What if it's a burglar trying to break in?. You crept up the fire escape little by little to get a peek. This is stupid Y/N, What if he sees you? Then what?. You popped your head up just enough to see if someone was actually up here.

What you saw left you completely flabbergasted, It was not human by any means. It was however very human like in its movements, It looked to be at least six feet tall with a shell on its back. A turtle?. You were absolutely frightened no doubt about that, But you found yourself getting closer to it. How dumb could you be Y/N?, What if it attacks you?, What if it eats you?. Something about it's personality drew you to it, You got close enough to hear what he was saying. Boy did he sound upset.

"Why am I always the one that gets blamed?, I'm just as good as any one of them..." He sounded so defeated, You crouched behind a air conditioning unit hoping he wouldn't see you. "Nobody gets it..." You felt bad for him, Slowly tip toeing your way towards him you stepped on a discarded wrapper. "Dammit!" You whisper screamed, Immediately you put your hand over your mouth.

The large turtle turned around, Standing there staring at you. You removed your hand from your mouth, Cursing yourself for being so clumsy. "Uhh...I'll just be going then..." "Wait!." He yelled, You stopped dead in your tracks. "How much of that did you listen to?." "Enough." He looked at you confused, "You're not scared of me?." "A little to be honest, What the hell are you?." "Well as my brother Donnie would explain it, I am a mutant turtle. How I would explain it is the most handsome guy around." You chuckled lightly, "So you're not gonna eat me?." He busted out laughing, "Why would I do that!?."

"Gee I don't know, I've never met a mutant turtle before." You both laughed, "I'm sorry for waking you up." "Oh no don't be, You are probably the most fascinating creature I've ever met. Speaking of which, I don't think I got your name."

"I'm Michelangelo, But most people call me Mikey, My fans call me MC Mikey." "I'm Y/N, I don't have a cool nickname though." "I'll come up with one!." You couldn't help but smile, You could tell this was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.

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"Mikey!, Your girlfriend's here!." Raph bellowed, "I am not his girlfriend." "Could've fooled me shorty." Mikey ran to you with his arms extended, Picking you up giving you one of his infamous bear hugs. "Oh give me a break." "You're just jealous Raphie." "I told you to quit calling me that!."

You never thought you'd be in love with this goofball, He was absolutely perfect. Maybe one day he'd feel the same way towards you, Maybe he already does.

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A/N: A part 2 will be coming, It will contain some NSFW😈, So stay tuned!😁.

#tmnt #tmnt 2016 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt fic

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vulearanger · 3 years ago

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How boys met their future S/O, spending time with them and confessed them. Part 4. MichelangeloXReader.

Michelangelo

Well... The story of your meeting not as interesting as your relationship. But I won't hurry so much. So, Mikey was just hanging out on the rooftops, trying to find inspiration for his new project, and he found you singing your favourite song. Man, you were so beautiful. He took a cover and started drawing you. When he finished, he quietly came to you from behind and left the picture.

You were very surprised that they could sneak up on you so quietly and the skills of an unknown artist were great. You loved sitting on the rooftop in the night, and from that moment in the next month you got around ten pictures of you with some little notes, a few flowers and "orders", some songs for a new night "performance". Well, that a really original secret admirer. And you liked that really a lot.

So, you prepared a little plan how to find out who is your secret admirer. Mikey found you again, but you was quite. Oh, you were asleep. Mikey decided to come to you closer and draw from this place. Man, so cute, so beautiful... But then you opened your eyes and that was a pretty scary moment. But you just said "Hello" with a slight smile and sparks of curiosity.

You've become friends really soon. You listed music together, sharing a really funny stories with each other, and Mikey almost every time told you about his brothers. You figured out how he loves them, even though they thought he could be annoying. And he a lot smarter. He knew so much about psychology, some random facts and could explain phenomena in his own way.

For Mikey you were like angel, you gave him a really good advices and moral help in difficult times, specially after missions. And he fell in love with you pretty soon. Mikey's really emotional so he almost immediately confessed to you. But there was a problem: you just recently broke up with your ex and now you're trying to get away from it. But you didn't want to stop being friend with him and asked him to wait some time.

But that was a hard time for our orange baby. Even you said you didn't want any relationship, you tried to date with some guys. He even saw you kissing with someone, what broke his heart. Yet still he was waiting for you as long, as he was sure. You never slept with any of this guys, and then stoped doing this. A pure romantic burnout.

Then you started hanging out with Mikey, touched him more often, and let him touch you in the same way. Hugs, hands holding. Of course you both played video games, he taught you how to skate, and there was more touches. And when Mikey introduced you to his family, you wrapped your hands around his forearm.

Orange ninja had a lot of dreams about you, draw you more often, and he didn't even noticed that he started drawing your nude body. Beautiful and smooth curves of your body, moles in those places that you told about.

Once time you decided to talk to him. It was a risk for your heart and his also. But you wanted to try. You came to his room, he was here already, so you sat near him.

"Mikey, i'm sorry. For making you real sad. You never told me about it, never showed, but i saw it. And i want us to be...more than friends. I tell you honestly, i can't tell, how i'm feeling with my heart, but you're the most important person to me, and i want to love you. Want at least to try."

That was...speechless. Mo, he was happy, but he didn't imagine that it will happen like this. But he agreed with you. You two have to try at least.

And you both never regretted about this decision. Not for a second.

#tmnt headcanon #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt #tmnt 2016 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt mikey #michelangelo #tmnt mikey x reader

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someonefromabove · 5 years ago

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Could you do a tmnt + Casey+ April where their girlfriend has a big bust and she wears button up shirts there’s a gap between the fabric and they can see her bra? (Tmnts respective colors)

A/N: Oh my 😏 By the way this was the one that got deleted and I‘m sorry, it may not be as good as the original version.

Pairings: LeoxReader, RaphxReader, DonniexReader, MikeyxReader, AprilxReader, CaseyxReader

Warnings: light smut? xD, mentions of underwear (if that’s a warning lol), nosebleed

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Leonardo

color: blue

Oh my god, Leo would try so hard not to stare at you. It was pure torture to the poor boy, since he liked every inch of your body so much. When he realized that you also wore his color, it was over. Leo couldn’t contain his inner animal anymore as he threw you over his shoulder and got to his bedroom with you. Prepare for some punishment for teasing him.

Raphael

color: red

Raph would definitely try not to stare, but he’d fail miserably. This view is just too welcoming for him and I think he wouldn’t even care if someone else was with you in the room. He‘d try to end the conversation you‘d have as quick as possible, just to guide you to his bedroom. The fact that you were wearing his color got him really excited and he now wanted to show you the only thing he liked you wearing more than this bra: nothing.

Donatello

color: purple

Instant blushing incoming!!! When Donnie saw your bust, his face turned red in not even a second and he maybe even would start to get a nosebleed. Of course he wouldn’t tell the truth on why his nose was suddenly bleeding, but he’d say it’s because of the dry air. For the next few minutes (or hours) he wouldn’t even look at your direction anymore. He‘d be too shy to do so, since he didn’t want to stare at you.

Michelangelo

color: orange

Mikey would definitely make a comment about his view like: „Wow, babe. I see you‘re wearing my color? Orange definitely suits you.“ He wouldn’t care if someone was in the room with him and you, everyone knew about Mikey’s flirtatious personality anyway, so why hiding it? He‘d also tease you a bit with that scenario, even days later. He’s a mean little fella if he wants to be, but don’t worry. You‘ll have plenty of opportunities to revenge yourself.

April

color: yellow

April would take small looks to confirm her sighting. But she internally got really excited when she realized that you were wearing her favorite color! She wouldn’t stare at you though and there also wouldn’t be a comment until you both got to bed at night. She’ll remind you on how she sees everything and that she liked what she saw.

Casey

color: black

Staring? Check. Comment? Check. Grinning like an idiot? Check. Wow, Casey would be the „worst“ of all of them. He’d be a combination of Raph and Mikey and no matter if you two would be alone or not, there would be a lot of staring and some comments involved. He‘d also proudly point out „his territory“ as he calls it to Raphael, just to make him jealous and show everyone you’re his. Yeah, he‘d be a pretty big asshole, but you‘ll love him anyway, right?

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someonefromabove · 5 years ago

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how about the boys + april and casey w/ a reader that’s goofy and awkward?

Pairings: LeoxReader, RaphxReader, MikeyxReader, DonniexReader, AprilxReader, CaseyxReader

Warnings: none

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Leonardo

He wouldn’t mind a goofy and awkward partner.

Leo tends to be too serious at times so if his partner could pull him out of his seriousness it would be very appreciated by everyone.

Although he doesn’t mind the goofy and awkward part of them, he also needs a parter who can be serious and calm if needed.

Raphael

He would find it cute.

Raph is always grumpy...or at least that’s what he wants everyone to think, except for his partner. He’d love to see their awkward and bubbly side and let’s his own mask fall and join them with their behavior.

But they have to be careful, because Raph is still Raph and he can be easily annoyed, so they can’t carry it too far.

Donatello

He would be like you.

Donnie is very awkward himself, especially when talking to his crush/partner.

He‘d know how you feel and even if he’s not so much on the goofy side, he doesn’t mind that one either. Together you‘ll have a lot of funny and weird conversations.

Michelangelo

He would be exactly like you.

Mikey‘s personality is just like yours. You two will mix perfectly, because you have so much in common.

Even though Mikey is more on the goofy side, his jokes and actions can turn out pretty awkward too. So you won’t have to worry to be yourself around him.

April

She would be a little bit confused and annoyed.

Don’t get me wrong on that part though. April loves her partner and she wouldn’t change them in any way possible.

But them and her are different in their behaviors and most of the time she won’t understand their actions or sayings. But she‘ll just ignore that and continue the conversation.

Casey

He wouldn’t like it.

I can’t really imagine Casey with someone awkward and goofy.

Sure, he likes to joke around sometimes too but these are other kind of jokes. I think he and someone with that personality wouldn’t mix very well.

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someonefromabove · 5 years ago

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May I get a matchup? I'm non-binary, short dirty blonde hair, 5"3', I love to write and draw though I'm self-conscious when people see my work, I'm very curious about everything, I hate spiders the most though I love snakes the most, I really want to get a pet snake, I'm very shy when it comes to meeting people, I'm always the "back-up friend", and I'm going through anxiety and depression. I hope it's not too much or too little info. Thank you!

A/N: Hi there! I‘m very sorry, that you had to wait for so long, but now I‘m back and I really hope you enjoy your match up! Also, if you want to talk to me, don’t be afraid to send me a message ❤️ You’re great and you deserve lots of love, don‘t ever forget that, alright? Now, let’s get to your match up, shall we? 😉

I match you with...

Michelangelo

Oh, Mikey will love everything about you! You won’t ever be afraid anymore to be just the back-up-friend, because to Mikey you‘re his whole world! At the first meeting he really really really wants you to like him, but he soon realizes that he may be a little too energetic for you. So on the second meeting he decides to be more calm and talk normally to you about your hobbies and your talents. And oh boy, he‘ll be your fan number one. No matter what you draw or write, Mikey will love it! Even if you don’t like a picture or a new story, the turtle in orange will fish it out the garbage can just to hide it in one of his drawers to look at it again. He‘ll always compliment you and try to cheer you up, when you’re sad. And...to be honest, I think Mikey can relate to your anxiety and depression the most. Under his happy and bubbly mask may be a much darker version of Michelangelo, which he tries to hide. He‘ll understand your fears and he loves any kind of pet, so don’t be surprised when he fulfills your wish of a pet snake for your next birthday. Just let Donnie check if it’s a dangerous kind, just to be sure...

#tmnt #tmnt x s/o #tmntxs/o #tmnt x reader #tmntxreader #tmnt 2012 #mikey x reader #mikeyxreader #michelangeloxreader #michelangelo x reader #match up #match ups

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someonefromabove · 5 years ago

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Hi. I would like to ask how would the guys react to their s/o losing their baby during pregnancy. It happens to one of my friends. Could you do them individually please. Love ya

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I was two weeks on a business trip and now I‘m on vacation! So while I‘m away, the internet connection is like crap xD So thank all of you for your understanding! Also like I said I‘m very sorry for your friend. That is something I wouldn’t wish for my worst enemy.

Pairings: LeoxReader, RaphxReader, DonniexReader, MikeyxReader

Warnings: angst, losing a child

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Leonardo

Leo will be devastated. Like, this will be like literal hell for him. He always wanted to become a father and when you got pregnant, he was so excited and happy about it!

Now that you lost the child it’s like it is his fault. He will blame himself for not protecting you and his unborn child enough. It will take a while for him to accept the lost.

Of course he will be there for you. And the two of you will try for another child again when the time is right. But for now he will just be there for you, although he will have his moments where he needs time alone.

Raphael

Of course Raph will be sad, however not as devastated as his older brother. He wasn’t sure if he was going to be a good father to begin with. However he would’ve support you in any way during the pregnancy.

The loss of the child is like a sign to him. He thinks that this means he shouldn’t be a father and it will take you some effort to change his mind about that fact.

Raph will also be there for you. He will try to concentrate only on you and not on anything else. You’re the only one he needs and he just wants you to be happy again.

Donatello

Donnie will be also sad, but he kind of expected it. Not like that he wanted it, but any pregnancy has it’s risks and this was especially risky, so he also told you about all possible outcomes the moment you told him the news.

He and you were kinda prepared for that, but it’s sad nonetheless. He will definitely try to find out why you lost the baby, so that maybe he can prevent something like that to happen ever again.

Besides his studies and work about the topic, Donnie will be there for you. He will change subjects, cuddle with you a lot and every time you need him, he will let anything else go. You’re more important than anything to him.

Michelangelo

Mikey will not understand at first. We all know that he would be so happy to become a dad. How was it possible that you could lose the baby just like that?

Once he realized that it was possible and that it really indeed happened to you, he was crying so bad. He would think that it was because something he did. It will take Mikey the longest to accept it and maybe even to try for another baby.

Mikey will be there for you and support you, but he will need your love and support just as you do. It is something you did together and you‘ll need to get through this together.

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someonefromabove · 5 years ago

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How would the boys react to their girlfriend who’s touch starved? Like grew up in an abusive household and now that she’s safe she likes to be held and stuff?💗

Pairings: LeoxReader, RaphxReader, DonniexReader, MikeyxReader

Warnings: none

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Leonardo

Leo likes to show his affection towards you. It doesn’t matter to him, if his brothers see it or not. Your comfort is more important than anything else in this moments.

However Leo won’t always have the time to spend time with you. He is a leader and has to safe the city from time to time, therefore there will be times where he has to decline your wish.

He will make it up however the moment he returns, scooping you up into his arms to cuddle with you. He will give you small little kisses and whisper loving things into your ear.

Raphael

Raph likes to show his affection, however only when his brothers aren’t watching or when the two of you are alone.

He likes to cuddle as much as you do (like for real), but he hates to show it. So he only does it in his room or when the guys are out. If you need your affection right now, he will excuse himself and walk up to his room with you. There he can be and show his true self.

After some time however he‘ll calm down and realize that his brothers won’t say some stupid comments if the two of you are cuddling. In fact, they’re happy that he has found his true love. So he’ll also cuddle with you on the couch or anywhere where you are at the moment.

Donatello

Donnie doesn’t always realize that you want affection, but he also likes to show it. Like Leo he doesn’t care if you two are seen or not.

However his mind is somewhere else most of the time, so you have to clearly state your wishes and tell him that you want affection. He won’t notice it, even if you sit right on his lap and give like millions of hints.

Donnie really likes to play with your hair, hugging you from behind and smelling your scent. He feels like he can protect you the best that way and he has everything he needs in his arms.

Michelangelo

Oh my god, Mikey loves affection. No matter who sees it or if it’s annoying to anyone, Mikey will cuddle and give you affection like no one else.

Mikey will feel so bad because of your background and the reason why you need all of this affection. So he wants you to experience pure heaven from now on. He will hold you in any way all the time, even if it’s just your hand or a hug.

He will have a lot of serious talks with you about your past. He wants to know everything so that he can help you in moments when you’re down. He will hold you even closer and make sure that you’re safe and sound and most importantly: with him.

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someonefromabove · 5 years ago

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Tmnt Mikey soulmate AU? Where they can feel each other’s pain, emotionally and physically? 🌸

A/N: I looooove soulmate AUs 😍 no matter if they see black and white, the one with names or a timer on the body or this one! Thank you so much for your request! 💞 Also...if you want a part 2 or this AU with one of the other turtles, let me know in my ask box when it’s open again 🥰

Pairings: MikeyxReader

Warnings: swearing, slight injuries

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With a long sigh you left the hospital...again. This was the forth time this week and it was only wednesday (yeah, you had to go twice on monday). There were new bruises and cuts everywhere on your body, not to mention the emotional pain you felt here and there. But this wasn’t your fault. In fact, it was the fault of your yet-to-be-found soulmate. But they probably didn’t even know how much pain they were causing you. So you accepted your fate and hoped to meet them sooner than later.

As you made your way back home, you noticed something moving fast in the corner of your eye. It was coming in your direction, you could tell that, but it was too late to get out of the way. „WATCH OUT!“ was the only thing you heard as a hard object collided with your head. You stumbled backwards and looked around to see what this thing was and who you‘d be talking to. „Ouch...what the...why does my head suddenly hurt...“ the same voice exclaimed. You looked to the ground, where you saw a pair of nunchucks. Wait, so you got hit by these!? How were you still conscious!? But there wasn’t really time to think about that, because when you kept looking around, you saw a big talking turtle with an orange bandana standing in front of you. „Hey...uhm...I‘m sorry that I hit you. Please don’t scream! I‘m not gonna hurt you...uh...anymore...hehe...“ he said and slowly picked up his nunchucks.

You just stood there with wide eyes and your mouth a bit open. Well, who wouldn’t have that reaction? The big turtle sighed and wanted to turn around. „Yeah, I know. I‘m scary. Don‘t worry, I‘ll leave so you don’t have to be scared. Sorry again for the hit on your head!“ You slowly realized that he was going to leave. A part of you was relieved, but there was a tiny part inside your heart which screamed that he had to stay. And as curious as you were you listened to that small voice. „W-Wait! Please...wait...don‘t go...“ you told him and took his hand to stop him from going any further.

You both were surprised when you touched each other. He was amazed how soft your small fragile hand was and you were fascinated how muscular he was. „I...“ you tried to start, but looking at him again in such a short distance was breathtaking for you. You didn’t know what it was, but there was something about him that was...different. Besides being a huge turtle of course. „Wow...you‘re even more beautiful up close...“ he murmured to himself, yet loud enough for you to hear it. „You...you think I‘m beautiful?“ His eyes widened as he realized that he said that one out loud. „What? No! I-I mean yes! I...urgh...I‘m sorry...uh...let me introduce myself...I‘m Mikey!“ he tried to smile in this kinda awkward situation and held up his hand for you to shake it. You slowly took it and a smile began to cross around your face. You were touching him again and...it felt so nice...you felt so safe. „Hey, Mikey. My name is Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you.“ you said like this was a normal conversation. „You...you think so!? Wow, that’s unusual...normally the people I meet run away or scream or even faint...but...you’re really okay?“ he asked and looked at you worriedly.

„Yeah, don‘t worry. I‘m perfectly fine. But...why were you throwing that thing at me and...the more important question: why are you a turtle?“ you asked with curiosity, but without disgust. Mikey’s smile grew wide, because he felt like you accepted him how he was from the start! „Heh...yeah, that’s kind of a long story. I‘ll tell you that another time alright? And...I wasn‘t throwing my nunchucks at you...I lost them when I jumped from this roof to this one...you...were just unlucky to stand right there.“ he told you and showed you the different rooftops. You were so amazed. „To be honest...I don’t think I was unlucky...I think we were meant to meet each other.“ you said with a smile. „You think so? Also, what‘s up with all the bandages? Did you have an accident or something?“ he asked innocently, not knowing it was him who caused all these injuries. „No, it seems my soulmate, whom I don’t know, has a rather dangerous lifestyle. I hope I‘ll meet them soon so that this can stop.“

„Oh, this was your soulmate? That idiot...if I were him I‘d be extremely careful. I mean he knows that he has a soulmate out there, who‘ll also get hurt if he gets hurt!“ This was so ironic. You looked at him with a smile. „Thank you, Mikey. You know what...you seem like a cool dude. Here...let me give you my number, okay?“ you said and quickly wrote down your phone number on a napkin. „Really!? That’s awesome! Thank you, Y/N!“ Wow, the way he said your name was incredible. But...why did you feel that way? „No problem, Mikey. You know, it’s getting late. I think I should get home.“ Mikey nodded at your response and smiled. „No problem. I‘ll text you, okay?“ With a nod you said your good byes. But as you wanted to continue your way, you felt a stinging sensation in your foot. Looking around, you saw that Mikey held up his own foot to inspect it. „Aw crap! I stepped on a beer cap!“ Your eyes widened at his statement and his eyes met yours once again, both thinking the same thing until both of you said something at the same time. „Wait, you’re my soulmate!?“

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #tmnt x s/o #tmntxreader #tmntxs/o #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #mikeyxreader #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2003 #mikey x reader #michelangeloxreader #michelangelo x reader

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