#tmnt 1984 michelangelo x reader

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hungover (Fluff)

Mirage!Michelangelo x reader

A/N: I woke up not too long ago with a horrible hangover, so of course I had to write about it.

Warnings: Implied drinking, headaches, hangover obviously.

As the sun slowly started to light up your bedroom, Michelangelo was just waking up with a small satisfied hum. Stretching his arms lazily up over his head, he glanced over to the other side of the bed where you, his beloved partner, lay curled up under the covers.

A small smile tugged at Mikey's lips as he remembered the events of the previous night. You had been out partying with your friends, celebrating something or perhaps just enjoying each other's company. Whatever the reason, Mikey couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of you dancing and laughing, your eyes sparkling with joy. But what drew his lips into a bright smile, was when he remembered what had happened when you had returned from your night out.

Last night, Mikey had decided to spend the evening at your place, just in case you needed help with anything when you came home. And had he been right to do so. When you returned home, you almost fell through the door. Mikey had gotten up, ready to help you as you clung onto the door handle, but you shooed him away, telling him that you were perfectly capable of getting into your own apartment on your own. And so Mikey stood back, and tried to hide his laugh as he watched you scrabble across the floor, with a balance only seen with a baby deer on ice. It was adorable and hilarious in Mikey’s eyes, and he enjoyed every moment of it, though standing ready if you needed any help.

Mikey rolled onto his side and took a moment to study your slowly awakening features. Your hair was tousled, and your face was scrunched up in discomfort as you groaned softly, clearly nursing a hangover.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty", Mikey said, his voice gentle as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, a grin slowly making its way to his features. "Rough night?"

You cracked open one eye, wincing at the light filtering into the room from your small bedroom window. You really needed to get some thicker curtains.

"Ugh", you groaned, burying your face into the pillow. "Don't remind me".

Mikey couldn't help but chuckle at your misery, though it was all in good fun. He loved you dearly, even when you were nursing a hangover. With a hand doing soft motions onto your arm, soothing your skin and somehow your aching head just a little, he scooted closer to you in order to press a tender kiss to the temple of your head.

"Well, lucky for you, I'm here to take care of you", he said with a grin, before making back from you, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and getting up.

You watched your boyfriend through half-closed eyes as he moved around the room, and out to the kitchen, gathering some essentials for your recovery. He returned with a glass of water and some pain relievers, offering them to you with a sympathetic smile.

"Here, drink this," he said, holding out the glass of water. "It'll help with the headache".

You accepted the glass gratefully, taking a small sip with the pain relievers, before downing the entire thing in one go. Mikey chuckled at your eagerness, shaking his head fondly. "Easy there, tiger", he teased, ruffling your hair gently, even causing you to giggle, playfully slapping his hand away from your head with slow strained movements, gritting your teeth like a tiger in a just as slow way as before, making Mikey laugh out loud. Though you had a hangover, your humor was still intact.

Mikey disappeared into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with a plate of toast and some ginger tea. He placed them on the bedside table, giving you a reassuring smile.

"Eat up", he said. "You'll feel better soon, I promise".

You managed a weak smile in return, touched by his thoughtfulness. Despite feeling absolutely miserable, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Mikey's presence and his unwavering care.

As you nibbled on the toast and sipped the tea, Mikey sat beside you, offering you comfort and company as you battled through your hangover together. And though he couldn't resist teasing you every now and then, his love and affection for you shone through, making even the worst hangover seem bearable.

Together, you faced the morning after with laughter and love, knowing that as long as you had each other, there was nothing you couldn't handle. Even a horrible hangover.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Clash of Priorities (Angst) (Slight 18+)

Mirage!Leonardo x reader

A/N: I’ve wanted to do something with the Mirage boys for some time now, and I decided to kick the weekend of with a short one with Leo💙

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Warnings: Mentioning of sex, but nothing graphic.

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Priorities was something Leonardo often found himself measuring. Weighting them up against each other, basing his decisions on much more than his own wants and needs, but the protection of his family. And for that reason the disciplined and steadfast leader of the ninja turtles, found that his dedication to his duty often tested the boundaries of his personal life.

Amidst the chaos of battling against nefarious villains, Leonardo found solace in the company of a remarkable individual - you. A human he had met without the knowledge of his father and brothers, intending to keep you a secret, both for you and his family’s protection. Yet your presence brought a sense of tranquility to his tumultuous life, a gentle reminder of the humanity he fought to preserve amidst the chaos of their world.

It had started out innocently enough. Leonardo had saved you from one of the many dangers of the street, before making sure you got home safely. That turned into him coming to your apartment at least once a week, making sure you were okay. That continued for several weeks, until you finally invited the mutant into your apartment. And as if fate had wanted it, that night ended up with you and Leonardo making out on your couch, followed by him rocking your world in your bed.

Leonardo would visit you as often as possible, whenever his chaotic life allowed it, as soon, whatever connection you had formed started to develop. You never put a label on it, as a label meant another responsibility for Leonardo to look after. A responsibility he might not live long enough to see come to fruition. But he still cared for you, deeply. And though he never brought you to meet any of his family members, he told you about them. Their small arguments and his strong love for them, and how strongly he felt for the duties his Master Splinter had put upon him.

Leonardo enjoyed every moment he spent with you. His only complaint was that he wished he could do it more often. Feel your flesh and your breath as you called out his name, your nails clawing down his arms. How you hugged him tightly in every way possible, begging him to bring you the high that only he could give you. And then, after bringing you both the pleasure you had been seeking since you last saw each other, you would rest in each other’s arms, and tell one another about all the things that had weighed you down. It was something that Leonardo looked forward to everyday. With every tiring battle, with every drop of blood dripping from his katana, and with every ache of his muscles, Leonardo wished for the day he could see your face and feel your body again, calming down his strained mind.

However, as the battles grew more intense with time, Leonardo's commitments to his duties as leader began to strain his relationship with you. The constant demands of protecting the city left little time for personal connections, and Leonardo found himself torn between his responsibilities as a ninja and his desire to nurture his bond with you. He often found that he missed the feeling of your skin against his under your warm covers, and the silky smooth fabric of your sheets. Your lips against each other’s, and the sweet relief you provided him, along with a short peaceful moment. The two of you soon found that you had to wait weeks before you could see each other again, and that was what drained Leonardo the most.

One fateful evening, as Leonardo returned to your place after one particularly grueling mission. He found you waiting for him on your couch, covered in a warm blanket, greeting him with a smile. However the smile faltered when you saw the expression on his face. The weariness etched into his features did not escape your notice as you approached him, concern lacing your voice.

"Leo, you look exhausted", you remarked softly, reaching out to gently brush your hand against his arm. "What happened tonight?"

Leonardo sighed, his gaze drifting away as he struggled to find the words to express the turmoil raging within him. It had been so long since he last saw you, and right now he just wanted to forget all the things he had been through since the last time. 

"I... I don't really want to talk about it, (Y/N)", he simply said, leaving you staring at him with a stunned expression.

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice, understanding the weight of his burden all too well. Yet you could not help feel a slight pain in your chest, like his words had just jabbed you straight in the heart, leaving a small indent.

"Leo”, you said, bringing your hand to his face. “I know how important your duty is to you, but you can't keep sacrificing your own well-being for the sake of others. You need to find a balance, for your own sake as well as ours".

The tension between you hung thick in the air, a silent testament to the conflicting emotions swirling within both of you. You could almost see the emotions and thoughts as they went through his head. Leonardo's eyes met yours, his expression a mixture of regret and determination.

"I... I'll try, (Y/N). I promise", he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he reached out to cup your cheek in his hand, his thumb stroking your cheek as he admired your face. The face that he had found himself dreaming about for so many days and nights. "But please, understand that my duty as leader will always come first. I care about you, and I will do everything I can to see you, but it's who I am. It's what I was born to do".

Your heart clenched at his words, a bittersweet reminder of the sacrifices that came with loving a hero like Leonardo. Like he said; it was who he was, and there was no changing that. With a heavy sigh, you leaned into his touch, silently accepting the reality of your situation.

"I know, Leo”, you whispered, your voice tinged with resignation. "I just hope that one day, we can find a way to make it work - together."

And as you stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, you couldn't help but wonder if love was truly enough to bridge the divide between duty and desire in the heart of a hero like Leonardo.

As the night stretched on, the shadows of New York City whispered tales of sacrifice and devotion, a testament to the unwavering courage of those who dared to love in the face of adversity. And amidst it all, you and Leonardo were wrapped up in your sheet, feeling the comfort the two of you had been craving for weeks now, bound by a love that defied the boundaries of your worlds. You knew that it was going to be hard to make this work, but you were willing to try. Even if it meant going weeks before seeing and kissing Leonardo again, you would try. Just like Leonardo was going to try for you, even if other matters were pressing on. You would try for each other.