#this has been sooo fun though it's so much easier for me to just spit out like an 800 word ficlet in 20 minutes than write a whole fic

[fearandhatred]

i have one of those word prompts left to do but i am blanking omg

[sceletaflores]

hey🥰can u plz plz plz do the nsfw alphabet with michael!!🤭🤭🤭

omg this was so fun thanks baby girl. everyone go follow rylea <333 this isn’t proofread so let me know if i messed up lol

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|| Mike Schmidt NSFW Alphabet ||

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

mike didn't know much about aftercare before he met you, but he's gotten a lot better about it now. he always has a warm washcloth to clean you up after, and throws a fresh blanket over the two of you so you can cuddle.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

mike's in love with your hips. he always makes sure to touch them no matter where you are. curled up on the couch? he'll be rubbing circles over them with his thumb. out shopping? one hand in his jean pocket one hand on your hip as you walk. and you've definitely had hand shaped bruises on your hips from when he's gotten a bit too rough fucking you into the mattress.

his favorite body part of his is definitely his hands, mostly because you love them so much.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

when the two of you finish fucking, he'll always push his come back into your pussy when it leaks out, giving you another orgasm as he does.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

more than once he's swiped a pair of your panties and slipped them in his jean pocket before a shift at freddy's.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he wasn't a virgin when the two of you met, but he was less experienced. he never had the time to mess around. he was a very eager learner though.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

definitely missionary. his biggest turn on is making you feel good, and watching your face twist in pleasure always gets him going more than anything. plus it’s easier to kiss you!

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

in the beginning he was goofy on accident, now that you've been together for a while he's more serious. not afraid to laugh during sex though.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

100% has a dark brown happy trail. he's not extremely messy, but he never goes bare. now that he’s with you he’ll regularly trim his body hair so it's neater.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's the sweetest partner ever. constantly checking to make sure you're okay even. just sooo caring and loving.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

mike used to jerk off pretty regularly but now that you’re more than happy to help, he does it less.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

big praise kink!!! he also loves when you pull his hair. this man is a sub through and through.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

this man spends all his time at two (2) places, home and freddy’s. so you two mostly do it in bed or the shower, but on the rare days that abby isn’t home other rooms of the house are put to use.

you’ve only fucked at freddy’s once, mike’s too scared to get caught by vanessa.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

literally you and everything that you do. every single aspect of you gets this man going like no other.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he would never hit you, he’s only comfortable with light spanking. no degrading or bodily fluids (except spit).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

his preference is giving. he loves eating you out, and has come untouched multiple times doing so.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it depends. most times he’s slow and gentle. he prefers when you’re the rougher one, not vice versa, but once in a blue moon he can get a little rough with you if that’s what you want.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

quickies in the morning in bed or in the shower is all you guys have time for most days, so you partake in them pretty often.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

there was a lot of risk taking and experimentation in the beginning of your relationship. now you both know what each other like so there’s less, but he’s down to try new things here and there.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

mike has a solid two or three rounds in him before he taps out. however, when the focus is solely on you he can take the time to give you orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he didn't own any toys before meeting you, now there's a small collection you’ve both amassed and use stuffed in a cardboard box sitting on the highest shelf in his closet. he’ll use them on himself from time to time but he prefers using vibrators on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

mike doesn’t tease simply because he doesn’t have the patience or ability to hold back from diving into your pussy. he loves to be teased by you though.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

mike is so loud. he just can't hold in his whiny whimpers and breathy moans. yes this man whimpers no one is surprised.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

mike comes a shocking amount. like this man comes buckets. the first time you blew him he was so caught up in pleasure that he forgot to warn you before it was too late. he absolutely flooded your mouth and drenched your face in come. he was mortified and apologized profusely until you got over the shock enough to show him how much you liked it by riding him so hard you both almost passed out.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

a respectable six inches, and girthy. shaft is creamy beige. tip is EC9EC0 pink. gains two inches when hard and curves up towards his stomach.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

mike says he doesn’t have a high sex drive but this man pounces on you any chance he can get. he comes up behind you when you’re making food and feels you up. he jumps into the shower with you to “save water”. he grinds his morning wood against your ass when you first wake up. this man is insatiable.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

mike is usually bone tired after but he always stays up to make sure you’re taken care of. when you’re both tucked in he can fall asleep in like fifteen minutes.

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[yukipage]

Antithesis: Chapter 14 (Darkiplier/Reader)

Characters: Darkiplier, Reader

Summary: Choices is the theme of the day, when you land in the other dimension. Some unimportant, some life-changing. What will you pick?

While it may be fine for a simple piece of paper, traveling across dimensions unsheltered as a complex organism comes with some… complications. The space between realities is nothing to sneeze at, so the demon has to rush them through to ensure their physical and mental healths are in peak condition for the super-duper ultra, very exciting half-time game. Not that he would have any trouble speeding the process along; on the contrary, it was quite easy for him. The demon had nearly unlimited power and that could get terribly boring from time to time. Piddly actions, such as limiting Darkimoo’s teleportation, he could perform with a snap of his fingers. Only the greatest of feats came with a power limitation, and a small one at that: consent. At least two parties involved had to be willing participators. It was becoming increasingly too simple to manipulate his subjects into doing something fun, though. Ah, well. This new game should be exhilarating, if at least for a short while. One of the chosen players has proven to be extremely interesting, a good choice if he does say so himself. She holds the potential to amuse even outside the game, if he can clear the conditions. Just as much of a child as he is a strategist, the demon wiggles on his throne in eagerness of what is to come.

You can sense the change in surroundings as soon as you close your eyes. Darkiplier is gone from your arms and you feel a cold surface appear below you, offering no solace. It is as if the journey through the portal had taken no time at all. Your tensed body relaxes slightly and your eyelids open. You are in a most curious room. The walls, black in color, swirl and wisp like smoke trapped behind glass. The floor is made of the same material. You run your hand over it; it’s as smooth as polished stone. Despite the shade of it all, the windowless room is well-lit from several mounted lights dotting the walls. A luxurious canopy bed stands to one side with a dressing table next to it. Atop the little table sits a clear basin, filled to the brim with what seems to be water, and a cup. Your thirst once again hits you at full force and you scramble over to the container. Snatching up the cup, you only hesitate for a second before plunging it into the liquid. You drain the glass in one gulp and fill it again and again, hardly savoring the feel of cool, sweet water running down your throat. You drink until you can hold no more, then tiredly shuffle over to the bed. The water sloshes around in your overfull stomach as you sink into the mattress and heave a sigh of contentment. You swear to yourself that you never again will take water for granted. Now that your thirst has been quenched, you sit up and try to get your bearings.

You absentmindedly run your finger through the coating of dust and sweat on your arm. What you would have expected is for the stupid half-time game to have started already. Instead, the demon just split the group up. You assume that the others are in different parts of this… house? Building? You don’t even know what kind of structure you are in. You attempt to ignore your aching body as you cross the floor to open one of the two doors located in this room. Door number one leads, surprisingly, to a bathroom. It carries the same aesthetic as the rest of the room, but never-the-less seems to be a normal restroom, shower and all. A small pile of white cloth is folded neatly on the closed toilet lid. You graze your hand over the fabric and gasp. It’s the softest thing that you’ve ever had the pleasure to feel. Smooth and silky, your fingers pass over it almost frictionlessly. Gingerly, you pick it up and realize that it’s a sleeveless dress. Fresh undergarments lie tucked underneath it. You hold the item up to the mirror. It seems to be your size, but it’s pearly white pleated folds starkly contrast with the layers of dirt covering your skin and laced into your bedraggled hair. You resolve to take a shower.

After spending nearly an hour indulging yourself under the pleasantly cool water while scrubbing the grime off of your body, you step out of the shower and dry yourself off. You slip on the clean undergarments and the dress. Immediately, you are in heaven. The dress flows over your form like water and feels lighter than air. Moving your hips back and forth, you swish it playfully around. Another glance in mirror takes your breath away. Even with your wet, stringy hair, you look like an Egyptian goddess.

Your senses return to you when you step back into the main room. As far as you can see, you only have two choices. Option A: cocoon yourself in the blankets on the comfy bed and sleep until something happens. Option B: go through the second door and see if it leads somewhere; if it does, explore said somewhere until you find someone. Something, somewhere, someone; neither of these plans are very specific. First you need to test if option B is even possible. You pull the door open a crack and peek out. It opens up to a hallway lined with doors, stretching far to an adjacent passageway. Glancing back in the room, you stare longingly at the bed.

Screw it, you can’t just sit here and do nothing. You step into the hallway barefoot, loathe to put back on your defiled shoes. You leave the door open. The corridor stretches just as far to your right as it does to your left. In a moment of decision, you turn right. As you go, you try several doors. All of them seem to be locked. When you reach the end, you turn right again. Try every door in the corridor. This time turn left at the end. Wash, rinse, repeat. You quickly lose yourself in the maze of doors. The sameness of it all and the hopelessness that comes with being completely and utterly lost starts to unnerve you. You feel as if you are doomed to wander these halls for all eternity, always searching and never finding anything. Then you turn another corner for what feels like the millionth time and run headlong into a giant ring.

Rubbing your tender forehead, you step back and see that the giant ring is in fact a handle attached to a large door. You shrug and start to tug on the handle. It opens more easily than you would think for a door that size. You peep in.

The entrance leads to a massive chamber. Rows upon rows of chairs line the space, parting only in the middle for a blood red carpet. At the end of the carpet, steps lead up to a gigantic geometrically shaped throne. On the throne sits a small shadowy figure dwarfed by the largeness of its surroundings. The figure is humanoid in shape, but with no distinguishing features except for an unsettlingly large mouth, stretched into a grin, and two white, pupil-less eyes. Those eyes happen to be trained on your person. The figure speaks. “Hey there girly! Why don’t you come on down? I’ve been wait’n for sooo looong.” He spoke with the voice of the demon. This was the demon. You never thought that he had a physical form, let alone that you would ever see it. You open the door just wide enough for you to step through and start down the aisle. It’s not like you have a choice or anything.

You venture to speak as you walk. “I thought...” Your voice cracks. You start over. “I, uh, thought we were supposed to start your game or whatever.”

“Heeheehee,” the demon giggles. “That we will, that we will. I just wanted some alone time with you before the fun begins. You know, so we can talk.”

“Talk?” You grow bolder as you stop at the steps. “What could I possibly have to talk about with you?” Once you are close, you get a good measure of his actual size. He’s no larger than a child. The eyes and mouth still unsettle you though.

“I have a proposition for you. One might call it… hmmm, shall we say, a deal?”

You step back and throw your hands up defensively. “Oh no. No way. Your deals have caused nothing but trouble for me and for Dark.”

“But this one would solve aaall of your problems. And you even get to choose which one to take! Option A or Option B.” He winks at you.

“What? How did you…”

“Option A. After we finish these games, it’ll be no fun with either Darkimoo or Glitchy just running around by themselves.” The demon makes what you assume is a pouty face. “So, I’ll take them out of their hosts for you! See? That would make your life so much easier! Darkimoo would be out of your hair forever and ever and ever. You would go back to normal.”

You stare at him in shock. “Would Mark and Jack be alive?”

“Of course, silly. That’s easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy.”

You gulp. It seemed like everything that you had been striving for. And yet… Something unsettling nags at the pit of your stomach. You do you best to suppress it. “So what’s the catch then?”

“Wait, wait, wait! You haven’t heard Option B yet! B is the real kicker. It’d keep me entertained for a long while. I’m sure you’ll like this one.” The demon rests his chin on his hand, his elbow supported by the arm of the throne. “I could make Darkimoo fall in love with you,” he croons with a sly grin.

You turn as red as the carpet you're standing on. “Are you crazy?” you stutter. “ I’m not… he’s not… I wouldn’t… Why? I don’t…” He presses his fingers against his thumb and your mouth clacks shut involuntarily.

“Oh please, my dear,” he spits out mockingly. “It’s so painfully obvious. You run back and forth with him, all over the world, without protest. Don’t tell me you aren’t enjoying the time spent with him. Enjoyed him holding you. You do everything he asks you to.” You mumble a muffled protest. “And what girl wouldn’t fall in love with a man like that? He’s saved your life three times, carried you on his back, offered to give you anything you desired. And what a dreamboat, smart, powerful, handsome, and with that amaaazingly sensual voice. Ah,” The demon pretends to swoon. “The real Markimoo would never even glance your way. But this one? He would be yours. All he would need is a little nudge in the right direction. You would never be lonely again. And, I’ll even throw in the removal of Glitchy. How ‘bout them apples?”

Through this whole speech, you shrink smaller and smaller into yourself with every word uttered. He just might be right. He just might… Oh, who are you kidding? Of course he’s right. You want to smack the living daylights out of yourself for being so stupid. You? Fall in love with a being that kidnapped you, locked you up, and dragged you around half the world? How could anyone be so ridiculous? Yet, it is true. Every single word that he says is true. He releases his hold on your mouth. “Well? What do you have to say?”

You feel like a cornered animal. You lick your lips nervously and swallow, your mouth suddenly very, very dry. Eventually, you find your voice. “F-fine. You win.” You hang your head in defeat. “I, uh…”

“You love…”

“I love… dang it! Don’t make me say it!” Tears stream down your cheeks.

The demon cackles. “I knew it! I knew it, I knew it. So, now that everything is laid bare on your end, I’ll expose mine. In exchange for either of my lovely proposals, I get the right to inhabit your body until the game is finished. Then I’ll do what you’ll have me do and be on my way. It’s simple, really. A bargain, if I do say so myself.”

“You want to inhabit my body? Like possess me?”

“Yeppers. And only for a teensy weensy amount of time. However. There is another catch. This deal is available if and only if you win the super-duper fantabulous extra-exciting half-time game. You get to make you choice at that time and what happens, happens.”

Your mind reels. This is so much, too much to handle. You’ll have to choose one way or another; you might not even get to if you lose. What if you don’t take the deal? Then there’s a hundred percent chance of either Sean dying or… Darkiplier and Mark dying. You don’t think you would be able to survive either one. You tell yourself not to be selfish. You tell yourself that you’re better than this. You should pick A. Regardless of morals, you still don’t know which one you would choose and it eats you up inside. You sigh. “I’ll take the deal then. When I win.”

“Excellent. The game can begin now! Let’s bring out our brilliant contestants!”

|A03| |Chapter 1| |Chapter 2| |Chapter 3| |Chapter 4| |Chapter 5| |Chapter 6| |Chapter 7| |Chapter 8| |Chapter 9| |Chapter 10| |Chapter 11| |Chapter 12| |Chapter 13| |Chapter 15|

[tmntreasures]

Honor Among Thieves Ch.8

Once outside the shop, Bonnie pulled Aida to the side and whispered to her. "So what's the plan here? There's no way handsy isn't going to snitch." She glanced back to Michelangelo.

"Well, he looks like a talker," Aida whispered back. "I'll just keep talking him away from your shit while you get the thinga-majigur.” She stopped to shrug. “Or at the least I'll flirt with him."

Bonnie put a finger to her chin and nodded, “That could work…”

"What're we whispering about?" Michelangelo leaned over the two and whispered as well.

Bonnie yelped and jumped away from the two of them. She glared at Michelangelo before turning forward and walking ahead.

Michelangelo chuckled and looked to Aida with raised brows. "Sooo, how's the fam?"

Aida jumped as well and let out a little squeak. She would never get used to these mutant turtles popping out of nowhere. The girl started to follow her mentor before answering. "Alright. Yours?" She knew she was being short right now, but she wasn't all too sure if she should be an open book about her family. Although these turtles have saved them twice, she still was not sure they could be trusted.

Michelangelo crossed his arms behind his head. "Goood! We're actually really close to finishing up our Hip-Hop Christmas album! Gonna go up on itunes for nine, ninety-nine!" He smiled.

She raised a brow at him in disbelief. "You guys...wrote an album? As in, you do more than just fight crime and stalk girls?"

"Uh-yeah!! That would be such a boring life!" He lowered his arms and pointed. "And we don't stalk girls! It's just that you two girls are particularly naughty, so we have to keep an eye on you!" He winked.

She looked at him for a while and shook her head. "You're very persistent you know that?" She smiled at the branches of conversation he offered; distracting him was going to be easier than she thought. "So if you guys have hobbies, then what else do you do?"

Michelangelo looked up at the night sky in thought. "Well… I like playing video games, reading comics, dancing..." He counted on his fingers. "Donatello loves binge watching sitcoms, Leonardo reads history books, and don't tell him I told you this but--" He hovered a hand over his mouth and said quietly "Raph is a knitter."

Bonnie’s ears twitched at the word and she snapped her head around. "What did you just say boy?" Her ears apparently heard something else more offensive.

Michelangelo's brows perked in response, confused as to why she suddenly got an attitude. "..Raph is a knitter?" He repeated.

"O-Oh…" She was taken aback by the response for a moment but then snorted after a few seconds. "Wait… What?"

"Yeeeaaaah, he actually has made a lot of our clothes." He smiled slightly and shrugged.

"Oooh myyy goddddd!" Bonnie grinned from ear to ear and began laughing out loud.

"Seriously, don't tell him that I told you!" He held out a hand to her.

Aida giggled a little at the information. "Guess we know what to get him for Christmas, huh?" She nodded at Bonnie before turning back to the turtle. "What kind of dancing do you do?"

"All kinds! Though, Splinter wanted to hone my mad skills, so he made me practice capoeira!" He began to sway back and forth on one foot to another.  He then did two side flips before landing back on his feet. "Mad skills!" He gave her a suave look.

Her eyes widened, impressed he was actually able to move like that with the giant shell on his back. She had never heard of the dancing style he was referring to, but it did genuinely intrigue her. "You'll have to show me a couple of your moves then!" She smiled, "Then maybe I'll show you a couple of mine."

Michelangelo smiled back at her. "Sooo does that mean you're planning to see me again?" He asked.

She smirked a little and shrugged, "It seems like I see you guys again regardless if I want to or not. At least next time we'll have something to do."

Michelangelo's smile never faded as they spoke. He was excited to know another pair of humans, and these two seemed to be genuinely interested in him. Well... the Latina at least. He examined her from head to toe as they walked, and found himself focusing on her hair. He knew another human being with long dark hair, but he was never allowed to touch it. Now wasn't the time to ask, but maybe if they did start hanging out more... Maybe she'd let him touch it one day.

Aida kept talking to the mutant and actually found his smile to be a little contagious. It was becoming easier to strike up a conversation with him, and she found herself actually interested in the secret life of the mutant and his family. They had been hiding beneath the city for nineteen years and it was fascinating to hear about how they did it and how they still acted like a regular family.

"So wait, how do you guys pay for pizza?" She asked as they got closer to Bonnie's apartment. "Or are you eating old-ass dumpster left overs?"

"Ugh! No! We may live in sewers, but that doesn't mean we don't have standards!" He placed a hand on his chest defensively. "Donnie runs a Technical Support line, and gets paid through that. He's really smart, and really fast so he doesn't work too hard; and there's always someone who's been hit by the pornado!" He stuck out his tongue.

"Pornado?..." Bonnie cut in again and looked back to Michelangelo suspiciously.

Mikey blushed a little and fiddled with his fingers. "You know!... When they get a virus from looking at porn on the wrong websites!"

She was quiet for a second. "Well, you would know, wouldn't ya." She smirked and turned back forward.

"Heeey!.. I'm a growing boy! And like we told ya, there's no girl turtles as far as we know of so the internet is how we learn stuff..." He mumbled and looked down to his feet.

Aida had to stifle a laugh and covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh god...you know Animal Planet is free right? There are definitely fewer viruses, and I'm sure you could see plenty of turtle-ladies there." She poked at his arm teasingly.

Michelangelo blushed again, but chuckled as well. "Yeeeah. I guess you're right about that." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Alright. Since we're not going to be taking you through the lobby, here's our stop." Bonnie said while looking up the back of her apartment building. "I'm on the fifth floor, so we've got some climbing to do." She said and jumped up to grab the fire escape and pull it down.

"Heh! That's no problem for me, do you see the calves!" He stuck out his left leg, and pulled up his shorts revealing the hardened muscle.

Bonnie rolled her eyes and then smirked. "Boy, get out of here with those chicken legs!" She said and then hopped up onto the stairs. She kicked her foot up and over the rail, putting her hands to her waist and puffing out her chest. "Get on my level!" She said and grazed her fingers along the backside of her leg.

Aida, on the other hand, kept quiet about the leg-talk. Unlike the other two, she wasn't exactly toned or muscular; sure she could run quickly or climb over a wall or two when needed, but she was mostly just skinny. There were many times where she envied Bonnie's curvy body and compared it to her fairly flat one.

She climbed the fire escape and sighed. “Okay ladies, you're both pretty," She interrupted, weaving between the two and climbing the stairs. "Let's hurry. Pretty sure it took us an hour just to get here. And I'm having too much fun to let Goody-two-shoes-in-blue interrupt us."

"Right." Mikey nodded. "And knowing Leo, he'll probably show up sooner than later."

"Well, let’s get going then." Bonnie said, and continued along the stairs.

Traveling the fire escape only took them a couple of minutes. When they got to Bonnies apartment she hovered over the window, making sure Michelangelo couldn't see in side. She opened it cautiously and stepped halfway in. "You stay outside." She pointed at him.

"Aww, what?" He frowned and threw up his arms. "I wanna see your crib!" He whined for a second before shutting up. A thought came to him and he tapped a finger on his bottom lip. "Unless... you have something to hide?" He raised a skeptical brow at her.

"You're damn right I do, and it’s called unmentionables!" Bonnie quickly spit out a lie and slipped through her window. Pulling the curtains closed behind her.

Mikey snorted. "You've already showed me your boobs, what’s a couple pairs of underwear gonna do!" He called out to her, then huffed again crossing his arms and leaning on the side of the building in a pout.

Aida sat on the windowsill, trying to use her body to obscure whatever could be seen from the window. "It's okay, you're not missing out on much," She smiled. "It's just a bunch of sports bras. Besides, bras for well-endowed women are hardly ever cute." She tried to think of something to keep him distracted with and was actually stumped. "So uh...come to the surface often?" The girl mentally smacked herself. It had come so easily to her before, so why was she having trouble now?

Michelangelo laughed lightly at the question and sighed. "Any chance I can get." He answered and shifted his weight from one leg to the other. "It sucks being down under."

She raised a brow and began to tap her fingers together. "Yeah? Thought you'd be used to it by now."

"Well I was, till’ a couple of years ago when we made our first appearance above. Then everything changed so fast, and it was literally a whole new world." He shrugged. "We even had the opportunity to live among you guys but… It didn't go the way I hoped it would." He muttered and frowned.

She cocked her head, now very curious about what he had to say. How did they manage to stay so hidden from the world? "Why didn't you go for it?" It sounded like he really enjoyed the surface world. She figured he would be the first one of his brothers to jump at the opportunity at least.

"I didn't get to make the call..." He said in a bitter tone and glared down at his feet.

Suddenly there was a crashing noise, and a loud "thud' after it.  "Oww..." Bonnie whined from the inside of her apartment.

 Michelangelo jumped at the noise and the girls cry and quickly turned to the window. "Are you okay?" He asked and tried peering inside around Aida.

The sound made the Latina jump in surprise. When he approached, Aida immediately put her hand against his face and tried to push him away. "Bonnie?" She called out, looking around her shoulder to look inside. "You need any help in there?"

"H-Hey!" Mikey whined and shut his eyes when she touched his face.

“Augh… Yeah.” She groaned and rubbed at her ankle. “I just nicked my ankle on the corner of my coffee table is all. Pretty good actually…” She hissed.

"Lemme take a look at it! Me and my brothers rough house all the time, so I could tell you if it's sprained or not!" Mikey forced his way back into the conversation.

"N-No! You stay out there!" Bonnie responded quickly.

"Ugh!" Michelangelo scoffed and rolled his eyes. "What is the big deal?" He asked and grabbed Aida by the arms and moved her out of the windowsill. He poked his head inside and his eyes widened when he saw the piles of valuables and cash spread about the apartment. He gasped a little, and then furrowed his brows in disappointment.

Bonnie huffed and looked away from him. "I told you to stay outside! And too be fair, this stuff was here far long before I met you!"

"Duuuddde!..." He said, sounding irritated and already halfway through the window.

Aida winced when he saw what was inside; but what really surprised her was the pinch of guilt in her gut. She did her best to shake it off and tried her best to pull him back out of the window. "You can't tell your brothers!" She declared, and grabbed ahold of his shell, tugging at it. "They'll throw us in jail!"

"Wait… This is yours too?" He pointed at Aida and raised a brow.

"Psh! No! But like I said before, if I go down, she goes down with me." Bonnie huffed.

"Aww... What a good friend." He said sarcastically.

Bonnie narrowed her eyes at him in a glare, but her face softened soon after. She looked down at her ankle in thought, the back up at him with larger eyes. "Sooo... You gonna tell your brothers?"

Michelangelo sighed and rubbed his head. He was quite for a while before saying anything. "I guess not..." He said hesitantly.

Bonnie's body flinched slightly in shock. "Wait, what? Really?... No convincing with like, boobies and such?" She asked.

Michelangelo scoffed. "No! But you guys can't be stealing anymore after this! Seriously! I'm honestly surprised that Leo's let you get away with it twice now." He crossed his arms. "If he finds out a third time, you're definitely going in!"

This guy is too gullible for his own good... Aida thought to herself. She sighed in relief, thankful they didn't have to do much to keep his mouth quiet. The only downside was if they got caught again; so far the giant turtles had been very forgiving and lenient with the two girls. She could only imagine how they may act if the girls were to betray their trust.

But her family had to eat too. What was she supposed to do in the meantime, apply for job after job only to be turned down? It's not like she wanted to be a thief, but the world gave her no choice. Besides, the people her and Bonnie took from had plenty of money, it's not like they were actually hurting anyone.

"Thank you." She managed to say after a while, slowly lowering her arms. She couldn't promise that they wouldn't go through with their heist, but she could at least show some gratitude.

"You're welcome." Michelangelo said softly and then looked to Bonnie.

Bonnie immediately looked away. She hadn't thanked the turtles for anything yet. The concept just seemed weird to her for some reason. Maybe it was because they were technically animals, and it made them seem below her. It also didn't help that she'd had been on her own for a while now, and wasn't used to getting help from others. Her cheeks burned and her blood boiled. "Thanks," she said curtly.

Mikey huffed at her, but smiled a little. "You're welcome too." He stuck his tongue out at her.

Another loud thud could be heard, but this time from the rooftop. Michelangelo jumped at the noise, and there was fear in his eyes. "Shit! They're early! Grab the thing and let’s go!" He hissed as he hopped out the window and back onto the fire escape.

Aida felt her heart race and jumped inside the apartment, bending down to help Bonnie. "Alright, show me where you put this thing!"

"Yo, Mikey! You down there?" Raphael called in a strained low tone, as if he were still trying to stay quiet.

"Shit!" Aida seethed. "Great time to twist your ankle!"

"I'm good! I'm good!" Bonnie waved her off and then pointed to the kitchen counter. "It's over there! The thingy with the blinking purple light."

Michelangelo chuckled nervously. "Ye-Yeah! I'm coming!" He said, and hopped up the escape.

Leonardo stared down at him skeptically and raised his chin. "Where's the thing?" He nodded at him.

"Oh! Uhm... Just waiting on the girls to bring it up!" He fiddle with his fingers. "It's definitely here! Just- Bonnie had to go to the bathroom, and you know how girls are! They travel in pairs..." He laughed nervously and trailed off.

Aida got up and darted to the kitchen, trying to find anything that was blinking. "C'mon, c'mon...it's blinking! How hard can it--oh, there it is." She huffed and snatched it off the microwave, shoving it in her pocket as she returned to Bonnie. She offered her a hand and motioned towards the window. "Hurry!"

 Raphael glared down at his little brother, still a couple of flights above the blue-eyed turtle. He knew something was up, he could feel it in his gut and hear it in Michelangelo's tone. Not to mention he didn't like that both girls were missing. If they had tricked his little brother, then he was going to lose it.

With one swift motion, Raphael jumped down to the platform Michelangelo was on, trying to get around his little brother. "How long have they been gone?"

"Just a couple of minutes!" Mikey answered quickly.  He spread his arms outwards to block his brother, but tried acting as if he was simply stretching.

Raph growled lowly and pointed threateningly at Mikey. "If they're not back in thirty seconds, I'll go in there myself an--"

"Hey! You guys are here early!" Aida chimed in, dipping underneath Michelangelo's arm to stand next to him in an attempt to help block the window. She ignored the red turtle's growl and continued to speak. "Is this the thing you were looking for?" She took the device out of her pocket, the purple light still ebbing from it.

"That's it!" Donatello jumped down to them from the rooftop, and confirmed with a smile on his face.

Bonnie slowly made her way out of the window and pulled the curtains together in front of it, before closing the window.  She limped her way up to Aida and Michelangelo and sighed tiredly.

Leo raised a brow and nodded in their direction. "What happened to you?"

"I nicked my coffee table." She shrugged and scratched behind her ear. "Soo... We good here?"

Raphael clenched his jaw. He was frustrated that he didn't catch them doing anything wrong and even more frustrated that they possibly pulled a fast one on him. Even worse, he was frustrated that whatever they were hiding, the girls got Michelangelo involved. It was one thing to pull a fast one on his brother, anyone could do that; but to get him to participate? They were manipulating him. And if they end up hurting his little brother either physically or emotionally, then Raphael was going to take the gloves off.

Without a word, Raphael flicked Michelangelo's snout--and hard-- before turning his back on them. "Yeah. We're good," He grumbled before he started to climb down the fire escape to the alley below.

Aida let out a sigh of relief. The adrenaline pumping through her veins made her joints shiver but she kept her composure. They were in the clear, for now. At least now the two girls will have a chore to do in the morning:  Hide all merchandise.

Michelangelo flinched and snorted when Raph flicked him. He opened his eyes slowly and turned back to the girls. Smiling lightly he gave them a small wave before following after his red clad brother.

"Well. Hopefully this is the last time we'll be seeing you two." Leo said as he began to descend down the fire escape.

Bonnie was quiet, but a thought struck her and she perked up. "W-Wait!" She called out to them.

Donatello paused when he took the device from Aida's hand, his brown eyes locking on Bonnie.

Raphael, on the other hand, rolled his eyes and began to climb back up. He peered over the railing, clearly not amused by her sudden need for a sentimental 'good-bye'.

Bonnie fingers fidgeted and clenched into fist. She hesitated to speak, and licked her lips nervously. "So... Back at the pawn shop. That guy you knocked out... He was looking for Michelangelo’s nunchuk and he knows that we-" She gestured to herself and Aida. "Know something. Sooo... uh." She avoided eye contact with any of the turtles.  A lump was forming in her throat and her cheeks burned warm. She had to ask for help...again.

Any excitement Aida had been feeling was quickly replaced with dread. She had completely forgotten about the mobster at the pawn shop; in fact, she was surprised she had forgotten him in the first place. There was no way either of them would be safe for long, especially since the man would have a migraine whenever he regains consciousness. However, she saw the girl's hesitation and turned to speak for her, but stopped when she saw the red turtle glaring at them. He looked so frustrated that it actually made her pause.

Donatello, however, did not notice his brother's fury but immediately paid attention the girl's unique situation. "Normally I'd say going to the cops would be a good option for you two. But since we're involved..." He trailed off, rubbing his chin in thought. The only other option was to bring them down to the lair for a period of time. At least until this man lost interest in them. He turned to Leonardo for his judgement. "What do you think Leo?"

Leonardo looked down in thought. He was quiet for a minute or so. He glanced back and forth at each of his brothers and then to the girls. Bonnie stared at him with a concerned look on her face. She could tell that he wasn't fond of her, and for good reasoning; but she hoped he could look pass their previous engagements. She had never been in trouble like this before and it genuinely scared her. The turtles had each other, and Aida had her family, but she was alone in New York. If someone wanted to come after her, it'd be pretty easy since she had no one else to rely on.

Finally, Leonardo let out a deep sigh in response. "I'd pack some boots if you have them. You're gonna be trudging through some dirty water."