#tmnt michelangelo x reader cute fluff

[snowflakeanimelover]

TMNT x reader Prompt:

Turtles, reader, and April(Casey and Vern too if you want) had to move to readers old town house outside of the city because they were attacked my an enemy, destroying the turtles lair.

Everyone stays in the townhouse till they know what’s going on and to hide. And reader has been spending her time nonstop trying to listen to the radio, taking notes, and reading books on stuff for a lead. Even taking all-nighters.

Turtles get worried and try to convince her to rest but she won’t.

Extra:

Can add where Mikey uses the radio to play some music and distract reader from her hard work. Reader and Mikey have an all out dance party in the room, letting reader finally relax and have fun.

[skylarmoon71]

Leonardo (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) - Oneshot

"Vincent said they'll be operating here. There's a couple inns located in the general area. So it's unsuspecting. "

Donnie went over the layout of the mountain getaway.

"You have to admit it's pretty smart. It's secluded and Christmas break. They just need to find a few people that look like they're on a family vacation. Moving merchandise would be easy." You state.

"That's why we gotta beat em at their own game." Raph slipped a toothpick between his lips.

"Vincent gave us a little spot of our own. We just need two partners to volunteer to go up there and study the place while Donnie works with Vincent to cover the rest. " Raph adds.

"That sounds like a great plan. Who's going?"

When three of them look at you, it becomes clear. Leo is sitting directly opposite you, and he can already see the wheels turning in their heads.

"Looks like our fearless leader has been nominated." Raph looks way too smug when he says it, and you can't stop the flush of your cheeks. Leo just lets out a soft breath.

"Fine." He doesn't sound too happy, but he knows arguing would do no good.

"It's time to get busy, secret agent style, good luck." Mikey rises, and the rest of them follow, laughing all the way down. You and Leo are the last ones there.

"I guess we're partners."

You send him a smile, but his face gives very little away.

"You should start packing. Make sure you're ready to leave at ten tomorrow." No other words are exchanged, and you're left staring at his retreating form.

When Vincent said it would be a cabin, you thought she was bluffing somehow. This entire situation felt cliche. Two partners staking out criminals in a cabin up in the snowy mountains. Pretty predictable. But it was legit. The interior was beautiful. It had the homey feel that just resonated with the holiday season.

It was crazy.

You never thought you'd be freelancing with the NYPD. In the past the cops were always on the other side of this. Being a vigilante tended to do that. But now you are helping. Making a difference. It felt great. Especially with perks like this.

"I'll be setting up in the room. Make sure the entrances and exits are secured. "

Right, you almost forgot about your absolute ray of sunshine.

Leonardo.

Truth is, maybe this particular situation was set up.

Let's have a replay.

~Earlier~

"Vincent said that she only needed the two of us to scope out from the cabin. That means the rest of us can get by with the busy work. Ya know I aint about to be stuck in a cabin watching snow fall off trees." Raph explained.

"Short attention span." Mikey interjected.

"My abilities would be better utilized devising something essential for combat." Donnie inputs.

"Then is it just me!" You complain. Raph smirks.

"See we know Mr. uptight is good at this stakeout thing. Plus ya get to spend an entire week with him alone."

Your cheeks color immediately.

"W-Why the h-hell would I want that!"

"Come on, we know you got the hots for Leo." Mikey teased.

"This way ya get to hang out with him, and we avoid all the boring stuff. It's a win all around." Raph states.

Donnie nods.

"Exactly. There is also a high probability for success on your part. It's proven when placed in an enclosed space with an individual you admire, certain feelings have an easier time of surfacing. The chemicals in our brains trigger-"

Raph smacks Donnie.

"What Einstein is trying to say is ya got a real shot. Just talk to the scmuck and you'll be fine."

You fidget.

"D-Do you really think so?"

"Definitely. Even Leo isn't dumb enough to pass up a babe like you." Mikey says it with a straight face, and you can't help but laugh. You pull them all into a hug, and their laughter follows.

"I love you guys."

"Love ya too dumbnut." Raph ruffles your hair as you giggle.

This is what has led you to your current predicament. The plan had worked exactly as you hoped.

Leo was focused, you expected as much, so maybe you just needed to try harder to get him to realize your feelings.

Piece of cake.

You got busy setting up in your room. You'd packed just enough to be comfortable. Sorting your clothes, and sliding on a more comfortable black shirt. You tied your shoes. You would need it if you were about to start scoping out the scene. When you'd gotten everything set up, you gave a little stretch. Heading for your door. You closed it, and as you turned, you'd almost run into Leo.

"W-Woah, sorry about that!"

You smile as he steadies you. He gives you a once over, saying nothing and you tilt your head. When he pulls away, his face is back to its usual stoic nature.

"We should get to work."

That's all he says. On the ride over you'd gone over the sections you needed to cover. Today you would take the south end and Leo was scouting the east. He placed your radio on the table, turning to you.

"We need to be thorough. Vincent already informed us what hours they operate. That's why we're doing surveillance right now. You're just taking pictures and reporting back. Don't engage."

You frown.

"I'm not some newbie Leo. I'm training to work for the FBI." You were a criminology student for goodness sake. You understood how stakeouts work.

"I'm just being careful."

You were used to being treated like a child. But this was different. You walk past him, taking up the radio a bit angrily. Your hand doesn't even touch the door, it just flies open and slams shut. Leo's eyes watch you walk down the short staircase, and he sighs.

"I'm being too tough on her."

He knew that, but he couldn't seem to stop himself. Because his mind was still reeling from this current situation.

Leo gripped his own radio, heading out.

"I need to stay focused."

That would be a task in itself.

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"Just take pictures, report back." You mocked.

"Who the hell does he think he is!!"

After two hours of trudging through the snow and snapping the necessary shots, you were back at the cabin. A wind blows, and you shiver gritting your teeth.

"Damn it!"

In your rage you'd forgotten to layer up. You only realized halfway across your path. Your rage at the situation had you venting for a while. As you make your way back up the stairs, almost sprinting through the door. Leo turns when he hears it slammed. He's standing by the fire. You could have been wrong, but you were certain you'd spotted relief on his face.

"You told me you were just a few minutes out on the radio. I was a little worried that something happened." The worry he shows almost makes you forget why you were even angry.

"I'm fine. " You grumble, heading straight for the fire. You reach your hands out to warm up your body. Leo takes in the way your body seems to shiver, and guilt hits him. He turns, grabbing the blanket from the couch. When he walks back over, he drapes it on your shoulders, and you look back as he kneels down next to you.

"I forget sometimes that we're not built the same. "

His eyes are fixated on the fire, and you just stare at him. As long as you've known Leo, he's always treated you as an equal. Even before he found out about your powers. You hug the cloth to your body, diverting your gaze. It's things like this that irritate you.

One minute he's a drill sergeant then the next he's so sweet. You deflate. You aren't sure if he notices, but he finally looks your way, the very same time you turn to inform him of the photos you got. Your eyes connect, and you're quite literally breathless. He's closer than you expected, and the dim glow of the flame adds to the allure of his beautiful gems.

"You should tell him."

It's that little voice at the back of your head. So you swallow any doubts, ready to spill your guts.

"Leo I-"

"You should get some rest. Make sure and change into warm clothes so you don't catch a cold." He stands abruptly. You can no longer get the words out. Because he's already heading for his room.

This was going to be a long week.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Would you be willing to write a Rise of the TMNT Future Mikey x Reader? (Maybe Mikey and Reader are married in the future timeline?) Could this take place during the bad future timeline?

Dating Headcanons (Fluff/Angst)

Future!Michelangelo x reader

A/N: I decided to do it like my Dating Headcanons (Fluff/Angst), and give headcanons on both the Krang future and the good future. Hope you’ll enjoy🧡

Warning: None🧡

Krang future:

When the world took a turn for the worse, with the Krang quickly taking over the world above, depriving the world of sunlight, Mikey decided to rush the plans he had set for you, and propose to you in a hurry, making use of what little time he knew you and him had. None of you knew what tomorrow would bring, or if there even would be a tomorrow.

Mikey had wanted to marry you, but thought that you and him would have many more years to plan it out. But with a sky with no light, and life underground in order to survive, you decided to rush the whole thing, and got married the same day Mikey proposed - the proposal not being much more than Mikey clutching your hand, telling you he wanted to marry you, just as you ran for the saftey below ground.

The wedding itself was a quick affair, taking place as soon as you got into the bunker. Calling it a wedding could even be discussed. There was no decoration, no speeches, no preparations. It was in the rush and anxiety of everything, you and Mikey held each other’s hands tight as Splinter wed you, with Mikey’s brothers, along with April and Cassandra as witnesses, taking in the small amount of love and hope still present in the world.

The celebration itself was small and light, with most of the celebration being between you and Mikey, as you laid awake that night, cuddled up in bed, just staring lovingly at each other, with the sadness of the world not too far away from you.

Though life in the bunker was hard and often time draining, leaving little to no hope for the people living there, you and Mikey stuck through it, often relying on each other to keep up your spirits. Every night, no matter how challenging your day might have been, you and Mikey would mention at least one good thing. That in turn would help brighten your mood a little bit, having its small effects on the people around you.

Good future:

In a world where you and Mikey had all the time you needed, it was much easier being happy together, being able to spend a lot of time together, just staring lovingly into each other's eyes with bright smiles. You and Mikey would take great joy in enjoying life together, with all the joys and pleasures it had to offer. However, you were never too greedy, often making sure not to over indulge and be grateful for what you had together.

You and Mikey’s relationship could be described as happy and bright, filled with hope for the future. Maybe it was Mikey’s mystic powers, but many would describe the two of you as bright and glowing, making everyone nearby feeling warm inside. Some would even talk about how a truly well functioning relationship, would make other people 

Mikey was a thoughtful boyfriend, rarely doing anything without having you in mind, with a love language strongly relying on gift giving and acts of service (along with cute and funny comments). Flowers was commonplace, often in colors that reminded you of summer and warmth. Other than bringing you flowers pretty much everyday, Mikey would also cook for you often, for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Mikey really liked to cook in general, so cooking for you was very much a joy.

Dates were just as common as gifts and acts of service. Mikey loved to take you out and see the world, collecting memories together. There was nothing that made Mikey more happy, than to watch you smile and hear you laugh, as the two of you experienced the world together, gaining one wonderful memory after the other in this bright and beautiful world. One day, Mikey wanted to see it all with you.

Will you and Mikey marry? Most likely, but you’re not busy. Married or not, you will still love each other. But one day, yeah, Mikey would propose to you, and he would surely make it memorable.

[tmntxthings]

Navi!!!!!! This is just pure sweetness!!! Mikey is to die for 🧡🐢🧡 love love love this so much!! Fluff overload XD

You know what I see?

You wake up one morning, seeing your orange turtle-boyfriend is sketching you. It's so beautiful, and you're not really sure if you're really as beautiful as the sketch makes you out to be...

Warnings/tags: MikeyxReader, insecurities in appearance, comfort, fluff

🧡🐢🧡

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Waking up, you listened to the sound of a pencil scribbling on paper.

You opened your eyes and turned your head, seeing your turtle-boyfriend sitting with his sketch book on the bedside. You smiled a little at his concentrated look on the paper, while in his orange pjs he always wore at night. He was just too adorable sometimes.

You had slept over at the lair again. Ever since you and Mikey got together, you slept over quite a lot. It was easy and comforting to next to the orange clad hero. He always made you feel warm and safe in his arms… as long as you didn’t watch any scary movies before bedtime, then neither of you would get any sleep at night.

Suddenly the scribbling stopped, and his eyes met yours. He smiled sweetly and your heart already melted for the first time today.

“Mornin’ Beautiful.” His voice was always cheery first thing in the morning.

“Good morning,” You answered, still rubbing some sleep out of your eyes, “what time is it?”

“It’s just about 8:00.” Mikey chuckled.

With a tired groan, you slowly sat up and leaned onto Mikey, placing your head against his shoulder.

“Too early for a Saturday…” you grumbled, which just made your boyfriend laugh. You knew he had probably been awake for about an hour, if not more. He was always an early riser.

You glanced down at the sketchbook on Mikey’s lap to see what he was working.

It was you!

A portrait of you in profile, to be exact. It looked like he had been working on that sketch for a while.

“What do you think?” Mikey grinned excited, handing you the sketch book when he noticed you were looking at it.

You took it in your hands, observing the drawing closer.

Mikey’s talent never ceased to amaze you. He usually drew you in a more cartoonish style, but this was more realistic, not something you saw him do a lot.

The shades, the form of your head, the details in your hair and your eyes, as you stared off into the distance.

It was amazing.

It was beautiful.

Very beautiful…

“Mikey-” you almost sighed, and handed him back his sketchbook, “I… I’m not that beautiful at all…”

You raised your head from his shoulder and glanced the other way.

You were flattered of course, the sketch of you was amazing… but was that really what you looked like to him?

Michelangelo hummed at your comment and looked back at his sketch for a moment, with a hand on his chin.

When you finally looked back at him, his face was suddenly very close to yours with a surprising serious look in his eyes, as if he was studying you.

You felt your cheeks warm a little.

“I don’t agree…” Mikey then said at last and removed his hand from his chin, “You know what I see?”

Before you could even think of an answer, you felt his finger on your lips, gently tracing them.

“I see a pair of perfectly formed lips…” he smiled softly. He removed his finger form your lips and traced his hand now, up your cheek and held the whole side of your face, as he now gazed lovingly into your eyes.

“I see two eyes, filled with wonder…”

Your heart fluttered.

His hand moved to the back of your head and stroked back your hair gently.

“Your hair has a special shine, when the light hits just right…”

You couldn’t help but smile at this point. He was just so sweet…

Mikey now chuckled, “Your smile is like a clear sky… all my worries just seem to drift away like clouds.”

You then felt his hand trace back down the side of your face, down your cheek, down your neck and stopped right by your chest. You blushed even more.

“I can feel the warmth from your heart, as it beats against my palm…” he almost whispered now, as if it was a secret between the two of you.

“It’s as if there’s a whole world hidden inside of you…” his hand moved from your chest to your chin, gently cupping it, “A chaotic, unpredictable, beautiful world�� that I get to see glimpses of whenever we’re together.” his lips were inches away from yours now. “It’s a world that I love and adore…”

Finally, he kissed you.

You melted once more.

“You really think all that of me?” you managed to ask now, after Mikey had gently pulled away from the kiss the two of you had just shared.

He giggled and wrapped his arms around you in a warm and gentle hug.

“I do,” he answered, “and I think I managed to catch all that in my sketch,”

He then kissed your nose a little more playful now, and grinned.

“don’t you?”

You looked down at the sketch in the ninja turtle’s hand once more.

You smiled softly.

“Yeah… I guess you did.”

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Authors note:

I have been working on this for a few months now.

I was reading a danish poem "Til en Veninde" ("To a Girlfriend" roughly translated) and for some reason, it inspired this. 😅

Can also be read on AO3

[afreakingdork]

You Are My Sunshine, My Only Moonshine - Chapter 5

RotTMNT x Reader

@phoebepheebsphibs is back depicting some aftermath in this week's chapter art!

Rated: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships: Michelangelo (TMNT)/Reader, Michelangelo (TMNT)/You, Donatello (TMNT)/Reader, Donatello (TMNT)/You

Warnings: POV Second Person, Gender Neutral Reader, Anxious Reader, Introverted Reader, Stuttering, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Romance, Love, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, Unrequited Love, Rejection, Aromantic Asexual Michelangelo (TMNT), Bisexual Donatello (TMNT), Pansexual Leonardo (TMNT), Lesbian Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit, Demisexual April O'Neil (TMNT), Implied Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit/April O'Neil/Sunita, Endgame Donatello (TMNT)/Reader, Romantic Love, Platonic Love, Panic Attacks, Sexuality Crisis, Agoraphobia, Social Anxiety, Happy Ending, Fluff

Synopsis:  You’ve lost most of your life to anxiety and fear. Now, in your late 20s, you are desperate to reclaim it and during one such outing you encounter the sun personified. With his and his similarly celestially inspired family, will you finally reach your goal or will you lose yourself along the way?

HUGE shout out to @marwhoa for doing sensitivity reading!

Also available on Ao3

First 💛 Previous

“Mikey.”

“Okay, so we knocked a ton of likely places out: The apartment. All the roads to it. That dumpling house they always order from. The outdoor coffee shop with the cute little plaza-“

“Mikey!”

“Where else? Where else?! We don’t have time!” Mikey launched himself toward the next building.

“We literally only have time!” Leo chased him. “You’re stuck with me. Meaning, I’m going to talk and you’re going to listen!”

“Leo! Later! Literally any other time! I’m all ears or whatever Donnie always says we have, but not right now!”

“You weren’t ever going to tell Y/N?”

Mikey tripped over a ledge and somersaulted straight into an air conditioning unit.

Leo’s face appeared, nonplussed by the accident, and peered in through the opening of Mikey’s shell as an omnipresent knowing eye. “Ever?”

Mikey wished he could say no one was home, but he knew the moonlight would give away his gaze. “Leo, we-!“

“The others are all looking too. Take 10, chef.”

Coming up from his favorite nickname, Mikey pouted.

“Talk to me, hermano”

“It’s-!” Mikey opened his mouth to whine, but nothing came out. Hopeless, he sank back into his body, but his chin caught on the top edge of his plastron to keep from a full retreat. “There’s something wrong with me, Lee.”

Leo took a seat. “How’s that?”

“It’s like…” Guilt not only threatened to swallow him whole, but it also took his words. 

This was supposed to be his. 

He was going to keep these feelings locked away until he had time to deal with them. 

It was different, he told himself. 

Different than when his brothers tried to forget or compartmentalize. 

Mikey knew something was wrong. 

He acknowledged it near daily since meeting you. 

He also knew that sometimes someone needed the proper tools to deal with emotions. 

He needed information and he meant to look it up. 

He was planning to do so. 

He had forgotten.

He felt like a child. 

How many times had he made the distinction that he wasn’t the same as his brothers? 

He wasn’t a color to be mixed up. 

Feeling small, Mikey was struck with a memory of how Splinter had taught him how to give a formal apology. 

Placing his hands to the roof, he assumed a dogeza in hopes the appeal would reach his conscience. “How I feel… doesn’t feel like how you talk about your crushes. Or how Donnie does. Or Raph… Or Dad.. Or Barry! O-or anyone! It’s wrong. I’m wrong. I’m scared, Leo. That’s why I wasn’t going to bring it up! I don’t… It wasn’t supposed to go away! What if Y/N hates me? What will I do then?! What if I never see Y/N again!?”

“Hey, hey…! Woah there, bud…” Leo put his hand on Mikey’s carapace and rubbed; it was a circle Mikey had known since they were tots. “Slow down. How about we tackle one thing at a time? Think you can describe those feelings? Maybe let somebody else be the judge if they’re wrong or not?”

Mikey stared into the pebbled surface of the roof. “I… feel��� nothing…? But I know I should. Like Y/N smiles and I feel like I should get this big warmth in my chest. It’s the kind of feeling that you get when there’s fireworks or a flower blooming or… metaphors! But… the feeling comes and I know I like it. It makes me feel good. To see Y/N happy. Oh man, Leo, you should have seen Y/N the first time I did. Y/N was… so scared… And-and I had this urge, like this, this was meant to be. I felt that! I felt that ‘at first sight’ feeling! Like, I can do this! This person needs me and I can be their person and I was! At least, I thought… I was. I eased in! I didn’t push because like, yeah, who am I to decide that? I always gave Y/N an out! Always! But then… that was it! Like I love you guys and I know that in my heart, but this is different, and then I look at Y/N and I feel… not that, a different thing, but it’s not not that. It’s like a step below how I feel for you guys and that’s not right because I know I feel more, or I think I feel more or…? I want… to… feel… more…?” In a warm drip, he felt the safe, non-threatening sort of tears dribble down his cheeks.

He rubbed a few of them away before checking on Leo.

His brother had open concern twisted on his features. 

Mikey agreed.

This was a mess.

Now he’d forced his brother into the mix. 

His whole family was sure to come next.

How many people were going to be struck by the fall out?

Donnie had a point.

Mikey never fully considered the repercussions of his actions.

He never did.

Wracked with more sobs, Mikey willed for what felt like the thousandth time that this confusion would end.  

“Ah! Don’t do that!” Leo rushed to scoop up Mikey’s shell and hold his little brother close. “Shit, Mike, that wasn’t me thinking you were wrong! You’re not broken. You’re not wrong. I’m sorry. That look was for me. I was upset I never noticed. I should have realized something was up. I saw you wigging out about your new sweetheart, but I figured you were excited. I was thinking, ‘boy, look at him, finally got his crush on. You go little bro!’ when I should have seen how you were forcing yourself. I should have…”

Mikey shook his head so violently it smacked Leo’s chin a few times.

The slider leaned away, but kept his hold.

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing.” Leo returned to stare Mikey down.

“Then why… isn’t my heart working!?”

“Okay, first off.” Leo jammed a finger into Mikey’s pectoral scutes. “It is. You’re literally made of turtles, love, and sunshine. Your ticker is ticking a way in there. I’m no expert, but I don’t think this is a working, not working kinda thing, Mike.”

“How is that possible? There’s only the two options.” A few fat plump tears dripped down Mikey’s face and onto Leo’s shirt.

Leo made a face before digging into his side pouch and producing tissues. “We’ll figure this out. I think April would be a good person to start with, but first-“

“Y/N!” Mikey screeched, scrambled off of Leo, and headed to the roof’s edge where he looked out like a skipper on a boat. “Stupid, stupid! Why do I always forget?!”

Leo sighed. “Quit it with that degradation talk. A certain Dr. Feelings gets pretty pissy when I do it.”

“That’s different.” It really was. 

“Yeah, right!” Leo walked over and gently tapped his brother on the back of the head. “I’m here, you know that, right?”

“I know, Leo.” Mikey sent his brother an honest look.

Leo took it with a lopsided smile. “So… that pretty plaza was totally the next thing on the list, eh?”

“No!! We were just there, the next is-!” Mikey growled, knowing full well that Leo had goaded him on purpose.

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“Y/N is alright. They’ve been deposited at their apartment.” Donnie’s voice crackled on the communicator.

“I’m going.” Mikey changed direction with a pivot of his foot.

“Uh, you sure?” Leo readied, clearly prepared for either a chase or interception.

“They’re tired Mikey. Let Y/N sleep it off and you two can have your talk on a date of both your choosing.” Donnie’s voice warbled with static.

“And why is it-!?” Mikey roared, spinning around and hating there wasn’t a specific place he could send his anger. “-that you know that?! Why were you with Y/N!? Why did you go to Y/N’s apartment?! What did you do?! Your tests!??!”

Leo loosely grabbed Mikey’s shoulders for a firm grip of solidarity. “Donnie, I can only hold him back so long. You gotta answer at least one of those. Mike’s earned it and you said, point blank, you were going to your lab. So, how is it that you ended up going to where they live? What’s the real haps?”

Donnie sighed. “I’m en route. Can you wait a few more moments?”

“How long?” Mikey was itching to get out of there.

He could see you.

He could fix this.

Tears brought clarity.

It was science Donnie had taught him.

“Now.” Voice cross fading into existence, Donnie flew in and walked into his landing.

He was too casual.

Mikey went through old training, focusing on each of his muscle groups in an attempt to keep from attacking.

Lashing out wasn’t reasonable.

Not yet.

Running into battle with pizzazz and no forethought was the stuff of teenagers.

“I know how this looks.” Donnie raised his hands. “I did lie. I went after Y/N while you all were trying to calm Mikey down.”

Leo threw his hands up both to release Mikey and to do a frustrated lap.

Years had taught the youngest of another route.

Now freed, Mikey let betrayal leak onto his face.

A low blow, he watched it strike Donnie.

The guilt displayed there was the only reason Mikey didn’t pounce. “What did you do?”

Wilting, Donnie lowered his hands along with his head. “I didn’t go after Y/N for… what I imagine you think is the usual reason is. I needed a clarification on something said. I didn’t pursue in peace; I tracked Y/N down for knowledge.”

Taking the information in with waves of warped features, Mikey gave an exhale with what felt like the last of his breath. “Where did you find Y/N?”

“The exit by 19th.”

Indignity flared without mysticism this time.

Mikey had burned up enough energy for one day.

The slight was still palpable.

It tried to trigger a response from his taxed powers.

On reserves, nothing manifested besides the usual toxic emotions.  

That was your exit.

That was the first place he looked. 

The one this person who supposedly hated you found you first.

Right there.

That meant you were right there.

Right where he’d stormed past thinking of all other places you could go.

Mikey missed it.

He’d missed you. 

“I…”

Through the silence, Mikey heard the guilt pile on through Donnie’s hesitation.

It was enough to make him think he’d spare a little mystic fire.

As a treat.

Mikey could almost hear Donnie’s teeth whine around his grimace “You didn’t miss Y/N by accident. We both heard you come through. I… may have hid Y/N away via the camouflage tarp. You know? The one I’d been testing from those mutant chameleon scales we picked up?”

“Why would you-!?” Mikey took a step forward and thought Leo might stop him.

No hands moved.

It was odd enough that it gave Mikey pause to search for his blue brother. 

Just off to the side, he found the slider glowering at the ground with a furrowed brow ridge.

Mikey best guess was Leo was berating himself for missing two things in one night. 

The lot of them weren’t just off their usual games, they were acting in each other’s roles. 

“Did Y/N ask you to?” Mikey found himself needing to be the level headed one with Leo supposedly out of commission.

“Not verbally.”

“Not-!” It was too much, but Mikey pressed. “Why then?” 

“I hadn’t gotten my response. I knew the moment you got your hands on Y/N, I would never have the chance. I needed… I needed to know.” Donnie’s eyes closed and he slumped the smallest bit. 

Mikey took satisfaction in that. 

Any comeuppance was immediately offset by further guilt. 

Being mad at Donnie wasn’t going to get him closer to you. 

Donnie clearly knew he was in the wrong. 

Mikey would interrogate him later. 

He’d find out what his purple brother was hiding. 

He disliked how you both had information he wasn’t aware of. 

The rot of not knowing twisted inside of him.

It merged with the image of your shredded face.

This wasn’t Donnie’s fault.

Or Leo’s.

It was his. “I… broke Y/N’s trust.”

“I… don’t think it’s so simple.” Donnie shuffled, uncomfortable with the whole matter.  

“It’s not.” Leo stepped in verbally, but kept his distance.

Donnie perked up, catching the nuisance there. “What are you talking about? Did something else happen?”

“We need to talk to April.” Leo noted with a leader’s authority that said it was time to rendezvous.

Long used to the chain of command, Donnie animated to summon the rest of the team via the comm.

Tapping the waves, the others rallied with minor complaints.

They wanted and deserved explanations which sent Mikey wallowing into a corner.

Casey’s voice cracked the line and demanded to know why her hunt was called off.  

It took Leo growling out a stern, “Return to base,” for the others to quiet.  

It was the Hamato way to be messy.

They got the job done with individuality.

Mikey heard Donnie approach him.

It was too soon. 

Mikey didn’t look as he took off.

He never glanced behind him once. 

All the way to the living room.

The space was quiet and the move sat on a pause screen. Mikey walked toward the projector before looking out at the chaos he had wrought. It dotted the space and everything was turned over save his dad’s chair. Sitting in it was Splinter, fast asleep. If this were any other night, Mikey would have approached his dad to ask why he’d been late to movie night.

He’d be up soon enough.

The others clambered in and the head Hamato was immediately roused. Leo helped field their dad who was frustrated that he was left out of the loop. Arguments ensued and Mikey was thankful as it gave him additional time to process. He needed the moment and knew he wouldn’t have long before he’d be the one under scrutiny. Whether it was from the many explanations everyone was due or this supposed lecture he was supposed to get from expert April, Mikey needed to make sure he would be able to accept all that was about to occur. 

He might have had more time if Donnie wasn’t poking holes in his thoughts with his gaze alone.

A minute was all he needed.

Something that no one in this family seemed to want to give.

When April arrived, it was with a commotion that alone made her worthy of the Hamato crest. Even while restraining a foaming at the mouth Casey, April had the wherewithal to take in the room’s quieter occupants. Only slightly less of a tactician’s mind than Leo, April screamed for Sunita. The slime yokai wasn’t far off and bounced up, sticky fingers ready. Casey sensed she was about to be carted away and prepared to fight the decision until April released her. Confused by the freedom, Casey spun around only for April to fold her arms and say that she was proud. Suspicious to a fault, Casey warily took the bait as to why and April continued on praising Casey for how excited she was to discuss feelings as they were about to. 

With a deadpan, Casey searched the room and, with one glance at Mikey’s crestfallen face, she knew.

Throwing her head back as if she hadn’t just been in a screeching headlock, she asked Sunita to hang out somewhere away from where the weaklings would cry together.

With a whisper to April, Sunita agreed and Mikey saw Casey throw up a concerned a call me hand sign to April before the pair exited.

The momentary lap in silence revealed Leo whispering in a hushed conversation with his dad.

The others looked on expectantly and Splinter rose under the attention. “I will return for the recap!”

He hopped out of his chair and headed for the kitchen.

Now four brothers and one honorary sister, April address the group. “So… How about that crush, huh Mikey?”

“That’s…!” Raph jumped at the chance to dispel the heavy air. “That’s good! Right, big man?” He turned to Mikey, twitchy. “I mean it’s not… good, good considering… that Y/N sort of… Uhhhh…”

“April, I’m broken.” Mikey cut through and decided he was as ready as he’d ever be.

“Mikey, you’re not-“ Leo rolled his head with minor irritation.

Donnie blinked between parties trying to piece together what he had missed.

“Broken? Whatcya mean?” April steered toward the youngest.

“Something’s wrong. I told Leo. Something’s not right. Do you think my mystic energy could be getting in the way? Drax was telling me that my channels are unbalanced or something, but he always says that to get me back on my training. I know he’s worried, he just-“

April placed her hands on both his shoulders and gave him one single shake. “How about we focus on one thing at a time? Like how I don’t even know what you think is wrong?”

“Right!” Mikey chirped, always glad for her straight to the point attitude.

He’d modeled himself after her in that way.

“What’s wrong?” She patted him, but held firm. “Something with your crush?”  

“Yeah!” That was another thing he liked, she always understood. That was probably why she’d been able to get so close to Donnie. “It’s not right. I know I have feelings for Y/N, but my channels are all gummed up… Oh!!! The emotions aren’t flowing right! That’s it! Yup! It’s just like my ninpo! That’s gotta be it! I think I figured it out! What do you think, Leo?!”

Mikey turned to find Leo giving the twice the grimace he had earlier.

Instead of apologizing, Leo turned away with a sweaty laugh.

“That’s… one option.” April gave her own nervous nod. “Mind if I hear Leo’s interpretation too?”

“Uh… sure…” Mikey was sure he cracked it.

Leo had a particular gift when it came to hunches though.

“Let’s hear it.” April released Mikey to fold her arms in a neutral way.

“You’re getting the second telling of the night.” Leo wiped his brow and flicked back his mask. “The first time Mikey explained it was something like he feels like the feelings should be there, but they aren’t.”

“They aren’t…?” April’s eyes shot up to consider the details given before she returned to Mikey. “You also said you were broken.”

Mikey nodded.

“He compared his crush to ours. What he’s seen all of us do. Even Barry which is like, ew right? How do you even know about that?!” Leo stuck his tongue out.

The two silent brothers twitched at their footnotes.  

Another flicker of her pupil, April clicked her tongue. “Damn, would that make this your first one…? Wait, is that right??”

Mikey was caught.

He’d gotten away with not having to deal with this conversation for years. 

The rest of his family was painfully dramatic when it came to their relationship statuses and he was often relegated as the calm one of the bunch. 

His annoying youngest label had also been a benefit as he seemingly wasn’t considered old enough. 

He supposed that was one of the few perks. 

“First we’ve known.” Raph offered.

For April, that wasn’t good enough. “Mikey?”

“The… first… yeah…” Mikey drew out, feeling painfully self conscious.

He hadn’t meant to get to 28 without a crush.

He’d tried.

More than once.

There was that cute yokai girl at this favorite ink stand in the hidden city.

The barista who always drew him the cutest doodles on his disposable cups.

That Brooklyn boy who moonlighted as a vigilante of his own.

That psych major with the dimples.

There were even more than that.

Fleeting instances where he swore feelings would catch.

The wick in his chest was only waiting to be lit.

He could manifest fire with barely a thought, but it was the one place he couldn’t make it occur.

It was a hollow feeling, but he didn’t feel empty.

The candle was there.

Stationary and not making him feel less.

And yet it refused to serve its purpose.

What was the point?

“Mikey…” April patted his head like she used to do when he was a kid.

It was the third time tonight he was taken back to his past.

How long was he going to keep being a kid about everything?

Something warm and wet hit his hand and when he went to look, he found tears falling again.

Only salt and water, he wiped his cheeks to find more of them.

How long would he keep crying about this?

“I’m sorry…” She murmured and he pushed into her hand so she’d pet him harder. “You’re okay. You’re not broken.”

“How do you know? I know you got your bat and you’ve picked up spells, but can you see my mystic energy channels!?” Mikey huffed through his fractured emotions.

“I can’t. What I can see is how upset this is making you and I want to help, but I’m gonna need to know more.”

“Like what?! What else is there?! I told you! I’m wrong! Like the ooze skipped a step in making me! My emotions are messed up!”

“Shh…” She pulled him into a hug and continued to stroke his head. “What’s wrong with the way you feel? You care about Y/N right?”

He nodded furiously, knowing he was rubbing snot into her shirt.

She didn’t care. “How is that wrong?”

“It’s not enough. When-” He hiccupped. “When Leo first met that bunny, it was palpable. The affection radiated off of him in waves. When Donnie first saw Atomic Lass, he was so young! His eyes lit up like he was looking at one of his inventions! When that waitress hit on Raph, he became a blubbering mess, but you could tell she was all he thought about for weeks after! I’m not… I’m not like any of them.”

“Because you’re you.” April pushed him to a comfortable arm’s length away so she could view him. “What’s that thing you said about replicas?”

Mikey couldn’t help but smile.

He loved how April remembered that.

“That there is no true replica for a moment.”

It was a fact he’d learned in practice. 

There was no way to recapture an instant. 

It didn’t matter the medium used. 

You could only create an ode to it. 

It was only possible to inspire the feeling. 

Cooking was an art.

Painting was an art.

They were called Mystic Arts.

Martial Arts.

They were creative expressions and the experience of life itself.

“No two people feel romance the same, they also don’t have to feel it at all.” She explained.

Mikey felt every muscle in his body drop.

Thankful for April’s strength and the hours she’d put in at the gym solely to beat Casey at arm wrestling, she was the only thing keeping him upright.

“Romance…?” He quacked, the sound splitting him.

April only gave the barest nod, encouraging whatever was happening.

Was it an epiphany?

He wasn’t so sure.

It was more like he finally saw the candle for what it was.

The wick was real for sure.

Only the entire thing was electric.

It never needed to be lit.

It held a light all his own.

“Different types of love…” Mikey mumbled. “Family, friends…” He gave a half laugh. “Romance?” He checked in with April.

She watched on, patiently.

Leo snorted.

April preemptively shushed him.

Leo wrapped a hand around his mouth and shook his head.

This was Leo’s hunch then.

“This seems… kinda obvious?” Raph asked openly.

Donnie backhanded his older brother’s plastron and gave him a look that said ‘don’t.’

Donnie knew then too.

At least someone was on his side.  

That was why Raphie was his favorite.

Raph was also still different from him.

That burning flame in his big brother’s chest had to be a torch.

It had guided them all for so long.

It would go on to be nurtured by someone else.

Heat.

“Oh… Oh no…” Mikey made a disgusted face. “Does that mean…?”

He had to spin around.

To see all their faces and the different understandings.

Romance was always equated with sex.

He wasn’t sure if he was repulsed by it, but it had been such a thing.

Donnie had been the first of them to find his urges on that front.

Mikey thought he was too young, but it apparently varied.

Splinter had completely whiffed the birds and bees talk and made it into a family ordeal much to everyone’s horror.

Except Mikey.

He watched the others squirm and couldn’t figure out why.

Sure, the content was gross, but it was just a talk.

It had felt like he was removed.

Donnie, meanwhile, was mortified.

The others were ready to pounce on him for instigating the topic. 

He had tried to dig down and bury himself during which had spurned on further conversation about holes.

The talk which was repeated three separate times for each awakening was never one that resonated with Mikey.

All the shame and worry that the others had didn’t struck Mikey in the same way.

When he’d asked dad, as soon as the others ran away to their respective rooms, Splinter had simply said it was because he wasn’t ready.

He was too young.

Someday soon though, it would come.  

But only age did.

Outside of crushes, puberty hit a house with four teen boys in it.

Changing bodies and hormone horrors.

More shame, more hiding, more and different talks, but still.

Mikey didn’t understand.

There were rushes.

Things he’d wake up too.

His body would do things, but he’d shake it off.

A quick shower and the tide would calm.

He tested, of course.

He’d heard his brothers complain about the aftermath in whispers.

How it was worth it, but at what cost.

The price of admission wasn't worth it, let alone an exit fee.

It hadn’t felt like anything in particular.

A sort of empty pleasure that seemed like a waste.

He didn’t bother and eventually his body evened out.

He waited for the others to join him in passivity.

They only needed to let it pass and, in a way, it did.

It also never left them.  

From then on, they’d talk about it and when they did, he wanted to roll his eyes.

So much effort.

So messy.

Throwing other people into the mix.

For what?

You got the same if not more pleasure from eating a perfectly balanced dish.

You might as well cook.

Or better yet, you could feel the sense of accomplishment that came with seeing the work of art you’d been painting for months come to fruition. 

Oftentimes it never matched your mind's image, but instead became something better.  

That was priceless.

Every second was worth it.

You worked towards something.

Something that could be similarly intangible, but who could argue with those results?

That was what irritated him.

It was so easy for him to live without sex being a thing.

The others were boring.

How could you have a one track mind about something like that?

Blinking wide, Mikey turned to April.

“Don’t… don’t tell me they’re connected?”

Why hadn’t he realized?

In that department, he never thought he was broken.

He’d simply thought the others were addled.

Their sex drives were choked up to their emotional constipations.

He had refused to be Doctor Sex-Ed.

“They’re not.” April offered, quiet as if still not wanting to intrude.

“What?” Mikey needed her to say it.

“Sex and romance.” April responded quick and to the point.

Raph let out a drawled syllable and this time both Leo and Donnie punched the larger turtle’s chest.

“They’re… but I don’t…?”

“There’s labels…” She pulled out her phone.

“We’re not into labels.” Mikey responded automatically as he stared at her fingers tacking over the screen.

Human hands fascinated him.

They were his favorite to draw.

So delicate in comparison to theirs.

Sleek.

Functional.

April held out her phone for him to see and on the screen were horizontal bars in turtle colors and monochromatics.

Resisting reading it aloud, he took the device and flipped through the entry.

This was the flagged representation of aromanticism. 

Romanticism was just as much a spectrum as sexuality. 

There was more. 

There were enormous blocks of text and details. 

He didn’t have time.

Or at least, that’s what the latent rush of his mind said.

He had meant to run to you.

It now seemed like his time would be of better use elsewhere.

 “You don’t have to use a label, but sometimes they help. Like for research.” She shrugged.

“You…” Mikey looked around the faces in the room. “You guys can go. I need to… think about this…”

Donnie nodded first, walking off before Leo patted Raph’s carapace strategically. “Come on Big Red, how about I clear this up for you?”

“Yeah, please.” Raph glanced over to Mikey and hesitated. “You sure? You don’t seem good…”

“I can’t go through the explanation again… And I really don’t want to hear it from Leo.” Mikey gave a deadened stare before flicking his gaze to his blue brother. “No offense.”

“None taken.” Leo tipped his head with a grin. “I already said I wasn’t the expert, that’s why I brought her in.” He snapped toward April and she returned the finger gun before Leo led Raph out.

Now alone with his sister, Mikey held her phone out while simultaneously searching for his own. “Why does Leo keep saying you’ll know?”

“When Leo realized he wasn’t all that straight, he sort of had a crisis.”

Mikey blinked wide. 

As far as he knew, Leo had owned his sexuality. 

All he could remember was Leo’s extravagant coming out which had included a very exact number of unicorns. “Wait, wha-?”

“He was kinda worried about what you guys would think, but mostly he was worried about Splints. Splints doesn’t… come from the best culture for that kind of thing and Leo needed to get out of the lair to talk about it, just in case.”

“I…” Mikey’s gaze dropped, halfway through typing out ‘aromantic’ into his search bar. “I didn’t know he was struggling back then… I- I wasn’t there I-“

“Nope, none of that.” April clapped his arm. “One, it’s in the past and two, it’s like that sometimes. No matter how much your family loves and understands, sometimes you gotta go outside the unit. It’s like being in your own head. You gotta get out.”

“You are family.” Mikey reminded her, knowing full well April had doubted her place through the years.

“You know what I mean.” She flicked his forehead.

He fell back dramatically for the sake of it.

She smirked above him before offering a hand and hoisting him up.

She really could have knocked him off his feet with a finger if she wanted.

“Anyway, back then we had a long talk about it. We had a sleepover, another talk, lunch, another talk. Leo’s pretty damn stubborn. He talked himself in so many circles it was like, boy how did you not know you already weren’t straight?!” She laughed big and loud.

Mikey smiled.

“Anyway, unlike you who needs to come to these conclusions on his own, Leo is the kind of guy that needs to be validated. So I told him about how I realized I was demi.”

“Wait, what do you mean conclusions?” Mikey pouted.

April tilted her head and arched a brow that said it was obvious. “Mikey, seriously? You’re stubborn as hell. If anyone told you how you feel about something, you would purposefully stop just because you were told.”

Mikey pursed his lips until it puckered his whole mouth. “Do not!”

“You’re literally doing it right now.” She pointed with an ace in the hole.

Like his mind was blown, his jaw dropped before he grumbled it away. “Okay maybe…” he had to bite down to keep from saying that he still wasn’t totally sure, but that in and of itself cinched the truth for him. “What’s demi then?”

“I… I mighta thought I was aro for a bit.” She gestured to his phone and he finished up that typing in the search. “You already know I couldn’t connect with my peers. I was always more interested in a scoop or busting baddies than kissing. I felt… like I’d never be part of anything…”

Mikey inhaled sharply, ready to tackle this self consciousness, but April held her hand out to stop him.

“My past, I’m good now.”

Mikey nodded and lowered his guard.

“But then I got to know Casey. Seeing how she was the same. How she also couldn’t fit in with her peers, crappy or not.” She sent Mikey a brow wiggle.

Mikey chuckled.

“We were both outsiders and total enemies to lovers.” April mused wistfully. “I remember the first time I felt it. It was years after she’d turned over her new leaf. We were out camping, the proper one that Splints finally got going.”

Mikey knew the one.

“All those stars and I thought ‘damn someone put them in her eyes.’” April softened at the memory. “I kissed her right then and the sparks…” She shook her head.

“Then… can’t… I be like that? I just need to know Y/N longer and...!”

“Well…” She placed a hand on his shoulder. “You might not. Just because it happened for me, doesn’t mean it’ll happen for you. Remember, we’re all different here. Everyone is. There’s no right way. There’s no wrong one either.”

Mikey slumped and stared as that flag that was populating his search.

If it wasn’t green he thought maybe he could hate it.

That was a lie, all colors had their place.

Blinking at that thought, he walked over and headbutted April’s arm. “Thank you April… This… I needed this.”

“Yeah, you take some time. Whatever you need. You need to talk more, you call me, kay?” She bumped him right back.

“Is there anyone I’m not in debt too?” He mused dryly before heading towards his room. It was there he curled up with his phone and mentally willed himself to engage. It took several re-readings, but eventually the text started to take. Soon, Mikey was exploring every internet resource possible until the glowing starry stick-ons that he covered his ceiling with stared back at his bloodshot eyes. “Aroace, huh?”

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Beta bus round up for my everlasting gratitude toward @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83

[moonlightflower21]

Could you give us some fluffy headcanons for my boy mikey. I need some love from him in these troubling and struggling times 😓

hope you like this nonnie, and hope your day goes well. stay safe and enjoy 🧡

he is the sweetest bean ever (wbk)

makes you cute lil things for breakfast

hugs you with his arms around your waist and your head resting on his chest. his lips would be peppering kisses on your head sweetly

if you're upset, he will either make you have so much fun you forget about it

or will sit you down with your favourite drink and help talk it out.

he knows bottling feelings can break a person

he hates it if you're sad/hurt in any way

it makes him feel sad because he can't get rid of your pain

call him overly emotional, but he knows what can make you happy and what doesn't

will never push a limit if you've said no

there will be playful pranks on you, my dear

he can't help it!

your cute lil shocked face, the chuckle that comes after

he loves your laugh and smile

thinks it's the best thing in the world

he never means any harm from his pranks, they're all fun and games

ever since you've entered his life, his bros can confirm there's a special glimmer in his eyes only for you

if ANYONE threatens you, it's a complete different story

he turns 1 to 100 real quick

whilst he can be that funny, awesome, relatable, cheery guy he can switch just like that

if anyone threatens you, he will make sure they regret it

will make sure they're scared for the rest of their life

if you have an enemy, will make sure they know who they're messing with

will pay a special visit to anyone that calls you anything demeaning or nasty

the most overprotective boyfriend you can have

the second he comes back from patrol, will run straight to you and kiss your lips.

he has no shame either. will kiss you in front of his bros whenever he damn well feels like it

however, he has respect for splinter so will just hug you instead

whenever you come in the dojo to watch them train, will flex extra hard on you

"did you see that babe?? did you see that kick? awesome right??" he looks for approval because you're his mate.

your opinion is so important to him

ultimately, has gotten his ass kicked because he's been so invested in what you thought that he didn't see his bros behind him

you're one of the few that he will take opinions

if something goes bad, you're the first person the bro's call

that is, if mikey doesn't come to you first

you gotta be prepared for hugs and kisses

if you hate physical contact, mikey might not be the one for you

he loves hugging his partner because in his eyes, they're the best ever.

treats you like a queen/king

will hug you when he's sad because your touch can help brighten his day a little more

your sweet words mean so much to him.

more than you'll ever realise

will compliment the shit outta you too

literally nothing goes unseen by him

got a new haircut? he's already gushing at how much it suits you

new earrings? "babe, they look so awesome!!"

new tattoo? "we should definitely get matching tattoos!"

you get the point

you both are such a cute couple

splinter, his brothers, april, casey, vern all think you both suit each other well

don't ever break this poor baby's heart :(

his bros will forever hold that grudge against you

you're his only one, april doesn't come close for the love he holds specially for you

he is the best boyfriend ever and loves every single part of you, flaws and all

all he asks is for some of that love too

[landsel]

Some art peices I made to go along with my fic over on AO3

It's a reader x Leo and It's super fluffy and fun!

Quick Sketch (35229 words) by Landsel Chapters: 14/? Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leonardo (TMNT)/Reader, Leonardo (TMNT)/You, Leonardo (TMNT) & Reader Characters: Leonardo (TMNT), Reader, Raphael (TMNT), Donatello (TMNT), Michelangelo (TMNT), April O'Neil (TMNT) Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Flirting, First Meetings, Meet-Cute, Eventual Smut, Age Up, reader is senior in college, reader is same age as april, You do the math, Reader is female/feminine, reader has ADHD, Fluff, Sexual Harassment, stress tics, Mutual Pining, reader has anxiety, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Light Angst, dermatilliomania, Stimming Summary: One evening while sketching people in the park, you spot an incredible figure in the shadows. After sketching this person, you can't get the thought of the flash of blue fabric out of your head…. as well as the fact that he was also ripped as hell and is apparently a parkour dumbass.   tags and rating will update as we go~

[littlebitoffanfic]

Misunderstandings

Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Characters: Mikey, others mentioned Relationship: Mikey/reader Request: Hey i have a request for you how bout the reader is talking to her mom that she's expecting a baby turtle for pet but mikey eavesdrop the wrong idea like she really expecting and tells everyone and things get weird and awkward ;) “Because they are cute.” You giggled as you sat on your sofa opposite your mum. She frowned as she raised her cup of tea to her lips and sipped, silent judging you. She had come to visit you and noticed you had a small tank set up in the corner. It was one half land and one half water with a heating element set up above it. Instantly she had what it was for. You told her you were getting a pet turtle from the small pet shop around the corner but you had to set up the tank first before you could pick it up. “But they will cost a lot to keep.” You mum said as she raised an eyebrow at you. “But they are easy to look after. And I already know everything they need. Plus I have everything already.” You gestured to the bag sitting under the table the tank was on. “I just don’t understand.” She chuckled as she shook her head. “Most people want dogs.” “well, im not most people.” You retorted as you raised your cup to your lips and taking a sip. After a long but comfortable silent, your mum got to her feet. “Well, I suppose if your’re happy.” She shook her head as she smiled and picked up her handbag, getting ready to leave. “Oh mum, im so glad you’re supportive.” You said, your voice lased with sarcasm but she didn’t mind. With that, you showed your mum to the door, waving her goodbye as she left. ----------------time skip---------------- Things were strange, to say the very least. You had only been in the lair half an hour and already both Leo and Splinter had come up and asked you very strange questions. Something about ‘planning for the future’ and then said they would be there and even saying congratulations. You smiled awkwardly and stepped around them each time. You didn’t know what they were talking about but you didn’t want to ask. They both looked really happy about whatever news you didn’t know. You decided you would go see Mikey about it. He had been absent a few days now. You had last seen him the night before your mum came to see you and that was 4 days ago. Knocking on his door, you heard him call out ‘who is it?’. “Me, can I talk to you?” You asked, pushing the door open as you did and popping your head inside. Mikey was sitting on his bed, something in his hands but when he noticed you came in, he stuffed it under the sheets. “Yeah, of course.” He bounced up off the bed as you closed the door behind you. “Mikey, something strange is going on.” You frowned, leaning against the door. You didn’t want to come out and say ‘your family is weird’ after not seeing him for a few days. “I know.” Mikey smiled, making you even more confused. “You do? Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked, tilting your head to one side as he walked over to you. “Well, I wasn’t sure how to deal with it. Never thought I would be in this position.” He shrugged. “Wha-?” You were about to ask but he interrupted you. “But ive thought about it and I love you and I want you to be happy.” He said, his voice sounding like he was trying to reassure you of something. “Mikey, you’ve lost me.” You giggled, shaking your head. “But I do have a surprise for you. I doubt that’s what you know though. Ive been keeping it a secret.” You giggled, closing the gap between you both. You were excited to tell Mikey about your pet, especially because you had a really good name for him. You had been to the shop today and they said you could pick him up tomorrow. “I know.” Mikey stressed, rolling his eyes and smiling as if it was obvious. But you didn’t think he really did. “Really? So you know about the small green thing?” You asked, narrowing your eyes as his widened. “You think its gonna be green?” He asked, surprised. Maybe he did know. “Yeah, of course!” You said in an obvious voice. “ive seen him.” “You have? Wait, it’s a boy?” He asked, his face breaking out into a smile. “Yeah, I went to the shop today.” You nodded, a little confused as to why he was so excited. “Shop?” Mikey asked suddenly, his head tilting to the side. “yeah, where else would he come from?” You frowned. You saw Mikeys eyes dart down to your stomach. Then it clicked. “Mikey, do you think im pregnant?” You asked, taking a step back and holding up your hands. “yeah.” Mikey reasoned as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You let out a laugh. “God no. Why on earch would you think that?” You asked, unable to stop grinning. “I came up the other day to give you back a book you left and I heard you speaking to your mum about a baby.” Mikey said, the confusion obvious on his face. “No, no. I wasn’t speaking about a baby. Im getting a pet turtles from the pet shop.” You explained, walking back to him and placing your hands on his front. “Oh, well, fhew.” He said, trying to sound relieved and happy but you heard a slight bit of disappointment in his voice as he turned around and walked to the bed. You walked him carefully, thinking things over. He seemed so happy when he thought you were pregnant. And he was supportive , even if it wasn’t true. That plus the way he sounded made you think. “Mikey, do- do you want a baby?” You asked carefully, walking over and sitting on his bed in front of him. He kneeled down at your knees, his eyes avoiding yours. “I-I was scared at first when I thought you were. But now, i-I think I do.” He pushed his hand under the cover and pulled out the thing he had hid from you earlier. It was a small, green, baby grow. Your eyes widened slight as you looked at it. He then looked up at you. “I want to have a child with you.” He said. You smiled at him. You couldn’t believe you had met someone like him. Someone sweet and caring and loving. Why wouldn’t you want a child with him? “Well, lets just see how we get on with the turtle. Then… maybe…” You trailed off, wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiled widely, grabbed your waist and pulled you down onto his lap before smashing his lips to yours. You giggled into the kiss but returned it, loving the sensation on he could give you. When you pulled away for air, he lifted you up and stood to turn and sit on the bed with you still on his lap. “So, what you gonna name it?” He asked. “Well, I wanted to stay with Aprils idea and I was thinking ‘Fippi’ after Filippino Lippi.” You giggled as he threw his head back in laughter. “I love it.” He laughed, pulling you closer and cuddling into you. “Wait, you didn’t tell anyone else you thought I was pregnant?” You suddenly asked, your eyes going wide as they fell on the babygrow on the bed. “Uh-oh.” Mikey mumbled as you stared at each other. “That explains a lot.” You couldn’t help but giggle.

[totallytubulargirl]

Donnie plays the piano

Ok so totally writing this on a whim I was watching jacksfilms playing the piano and I could imagine donatello doing that so this is a Donnie x reader story. Enjoy!!!

You slowly walked into the lair, silence cutting through the air like a knife. Usually the lair was so noisy and bustling with activity. You wondered where everyone could be. You walked further into the dark sewer dwelling, suddenly realizing you could hear faint piano music, coming from somewhere in the lair. You walked up the stairs, chasing the enchanting music down the hall to a closed door. You stood in front of the cold bronze door, and with one heaving motion of your body you managed to open the cold rusted door. Donatello sat, hunched over a piano, playing the most beautiful music you had ever heard. You watched his giant hands some how manage to be so soft and delicate with the tiny piano keys. You stood in the doorway, suddenly star struck by the turtle in purple. You could’ve stood there all day listening to him. Donatello turned and caught a glance of you in his peripheral vision. “Oh (y/n)!” He turned and faced his whole body towards you. “Sorry about that.” Donatello blushed, feeling embarrassed that anyone had heard him. “What’re you sorry for?” You asked. “That was beautiful.” You ran up next to him. “I never knew that you played piano!?” You said with excitement. Suddenly Donatello had some other interest besides computers and tech. He rubbed the back of his head and gave you a shy smile. “Yeah, I read a lot of stuff.” “And you taught yourself!!??” You asked, in shock. Donatello’s cheeks were practically on fire. “I guess I did.” Suddenly an idea popped into your head. “Could you teach me!?” You tried to hide your excitement in an effort to not scare him off. He looked at you questioningly. “I guess I-” you cut him off and snuggled into his lap. “Ok so what’s what?” You asked him. Donatello sat stiff as board, overwhelmed with embarrassment.

[skylarmoon71]

Raphael x Parker Reader- Chapter 17 (TMNT 2014/2016)

“I’m so sorry. That was rude. It’s nice to meet you Master Splinter.” you really thought after meeting the turtles nothing would startle you.

“It’s an understandable reaction. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. You’re just a child. I must say I admire your drive. “

“Y-Yeah, well I mean it's this or join an olympic team am I right?” you laugh a bit nervously. You feel like you’re not sure how to act in his presence, maybe because it’s so strong. He’s like a monk or something.

“No need to act so formal. You’ve become somewhat of a family. My sons care a whole lot for you, and I appreciate what you’ve done. I’m sure you realize the risk knowledge of their existence can pose. “

“Y-Yes sir. Don’t worry. Their secret is safe with me.”

“Thank you.”

“Oh no thank you sir.” you bow, and he pats your head, right before he’s leaving to attend to other matters.

“Woah…”

“Nice one.” Mikey teases. “B-Be quiet I just panicked okay.” Leo shakes his head, chuckling. He can’t help but be thankful. This could have easily gone sideways.

After countless questions about your state, you finally have a little peace. It took you about half an hour to get Leo to stop pestering you with worry. Mikey of course was fine. Donnie seemed altogether happy that they all made it out unscathed.

You had to message your Aunt, because you knew May would panic after a certain amount of time passed with no word from you. You covered it well too. Since it was the weekend, she didn’t even ask further when you told her you’d be sleeping over with friends. You fall back on the bed, sighing heavily. Your head was still somewhat throbbing, but aside from the bruise you felt fine. You were just staring at the ceiling, trying to put the pieces together. You raised your hand, looking at your wrist. You had the faint feeling of something, you couldn’t explain it.

“Hey, you okay.” Raph’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts, and you shift to look at him. “I’m fine.” Now that you think about it, this was his room.

“Sorry that you had to sacrifice your room.” Because of your impromptu plans, Raph had given up his room for your comfort. You were just a little weary going home right now in such a state. Raph didn’t even fuss. You could tell more than anything he was a bit worried about you. For a brief moment you blink, a quick flash of your memory returns. You sit up slowly, watching him in awe. “Y-You..you saved me.”

Raph just huffs. “Why do ya look so surprised, we’re a team right. “

A team.

Donnie, Mikey, even Leo. To you they are a team, your friends. But Raph. With Raph it’s different.

You grimace, lowering your head as you place your palm to relieve the ache. Raph is moving to your site quickly. “Hey what’s wrong!” He is right in front of you now, and he reaches over, titling your head to inspect the damage. It forces you to look up, and you meet the hue of his dazzling emerald orbs.

Suddenly the pain isn’t even present. All you feel is him. His touch is so gentle, not at all what you expect from him. “I’m okay..” Has he always been so stunning? Lately you feel as though you’re noticing so much about him. You find yourself constantly looking in his direction. Raph finally processes that he basically touched you without permission.

“Shit, sorry.” he pulls back his hands, and you just nibble on your lower lip. “Raph.”

“What.” His reply is kind of rough and it makes you smile. There’s the Raph you’re used to.

“Thank you.”

You lean up slightly, and he doesn’t predict the next move. You place a soft kiss on his cheek, and as you’re pulling back, you still for a second, watching his lips. You aren’t sure what possesses you to make the next move, but you can’t seem to stop yourself. The prior kiss had just been one of gratitude, but this is something completely different. You lean in, and his lips are so soft and heavenly. Your hand comes up to cup his cheek, and Raph has yet to move. He’s stiff like a statue. It’s a while before you retract, and it’s slow, like you’re reluctant. Eyes fluttering open Raph just stares.

“What the hell just happened?”

He’s thinking that it’s possible that he was also hit with a brick, and it has messed up his perception of reality. But when you exhale, sitting back in your current position on the bed, he’s not so sure. Your taste is still lingering, and your eyes haven’t drifted from his lips yet. You look as though you want more. He springs from the bed, backpedaling.

“You- I-I have to..I gotta go.” Raph rushes out the room, and you’re just staring now, embarrassed. Your cheeks glow red, and you look down at your feet in regret.

“What have I done?” The events are slowly replaying in your head, and you groan, smacking your forehead.

“Stupid stupid stupid!”

You really have a knack for creating complicated situations.

[velcr0kitty]

What If? (Pt.2)

Title: What If? (Pt.2) Summary: You indulge yourself in a harmless passion, following a train of thought, but when Mikey catches a glimpse it may not be so harmless after all. Author: Velcr0Kitty Characters: Mikey x Reader Word Count: 1488 Warnings: Angst, fluff, body image… issues? I guess? Author’s Notes: WELCOME BACK MOTHERFUCKERS I AM CAFFEINATED :) I was gonna post this as one big fic (I had hit like 3000 words) but I decided to split this up. It keeps growing :D (I took liberty and tagged a bunch of you people)

It was three agonizing days until you saw Mikey again. According to Raph he spent most of his time in the training room, relentlessly pushing himself to several limits. When one of the others could force him out for a little while he spent all of his time in his and Raph’s room “mopin’ over that weird book.”

Splinter had approached the others expressing his concerns and, until Leo mentioned your breakdown, he had nothing.

“My child?” Splinter slowly entered your room where you were laying, sketching away. You jump and try to hide your sketchbook, throwing it behind you. He quirks an eyebrow and extends his hand, motioning for you to hand him whatever it was. It was the first time since the fight you’d even touched a pencil and it seemed that all you could draw was Mikey. So, like a little kid in trouble, you hand it over. As recognition and something akin to pride swarm his features you shrink further into yourself expecting to be reprimanded. Instead he gives you a small smile and hands it back.

“Well done. That’s a very fine piece of art.” He pauses, giving you time to start explaining on your own. You sit with your eyes closed, hoping he’ll just go away. He simply stares at you, patiently, and sits. After a few tense, silent moments, you break.

“I’msosorrySplinter, I didn’t mean any harm! I draw. I was gonna go to art school then my- and then- and I just drew Mikey, Ididn’tmeantohurthim I’m sorry!” You blurt in one breath and start crying, again. Splinter had grabbed you mid-sentence and just held you. You sobbed and cried and rambled until you could breathe again. The whole time the rat who had become a father to you patted your back and waited for you to calm down.

When you had quieted and stopped shaking Splinter lied your head on his lap, combed through your hair and slowly spoke.

“Child, you must tell me what has happened. I was worried about Michelangelo, but now I fear for you too. You must explain, if you can,” and so you did. You explained everything. Your past, how bad off you were when they found you, your crush on Mikey, that night, your idea, the drawing, all leading up to three days ago. You had to stop a few times at the more painful moments and had cried silently the whole time. Once you had finished Splinter sat silently. He drank in your words, rolling them around in his head and slowly formed a response. He does this often when spoken to so you give him time and just enjoy the comfort he provides.

“Given the circumstance, you should go to him.” As he speaks, you slowly sit up and match his gaze. “This isn’t something that can be fixed outwardly, but from the inside I believe it can heal.”

“Really?”

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Mikey loved the feel of adrenaline coursing through him after training. It put a pep in his step until it wore off and his muscles started to ache. He figured, while he was still hype, that he’d go bug his favorite sweetheart. As he wandered towards your room he enjoyed the serenity of the lair. He could hear his brothers loudly speaking then quietly disbanding, each wandering off to their separate corners. He hears Raph’s music turn up, he hears the familiar beep of Donnie’s lab door, he hears the shower, probably Leo. His hands drift to his pockets and his mind drifts to his girl - uh, well not his girl but… god, he wanted her to be. He always knew there was something about Y/N but… lately? He couldn’t help but think of you.

He was surprised to see that you weren’t in your room, so he took the time to, well, indulge himself. He looked around your room at just how you it was. The furniture, the colors, lighting, nerd stuff littering every surface, fuck even the smell. The 19 year old’s chest tightened as he took in that smell and enjoyed the little energetic rush that spiraled from his chest, down his arms and settling low. His stomach turned over and he closed his eyes, starting to daydream. Out of a dreamy fog an image of burying his face into your hair as he held you tightly swarms him. He could almost feel your small arms trying to wrap around him and failing, but still tightening nonetheless, as well as you nuzzling into his neck. The ghostly press of a kiss or two sends another shot through his body and this one snaps him out of his dizzying day dream.

He jumps and sobers up, remembering you could walk in at anytime, and continues snooping. With his arms latched behind his back he wanders around the room. His eyes fall to something on your bed. It was a some loose papers, a couple pencils, and, near the headboard, a few peculiar books. Confusion seizes him while curiosity drives him to take a peek. He glances at the door frame, pausing to consider the morality in this situation. The little devil on his shoulder has been screeching since he saw the papers and the little angel has been rambling more than Donnie. Mikey shakes his head and turns back to the papers picking up a pile of about four. His brows furrow. His jaw drops.

The paper between his fingers showed a drawing of him and his brothers side by side. Perfectly. A low whistle escapes him. Angelcakes did this?

“It’s like a photo,” he whispers breathlessly. A gargantuan smile splits his face as he excitedly flips page after page. His brothers, Splinter meditating, him laying around, Raph and Donnie sparring. He ran out of his pile and practically dove for the others. Some of the drawings were higher quality, some merely sketches. It didn’t matter, he devoured them all with fervor. Pride swelled in him and bubbles over into small bouts of giggles. He barks a sharp laugh and covers his mouth when he finds a damn near perfect capture of Raph’s bitch-face. He grabs one of the actual sketchbooks and leans against the steel beam that comes down in the middle of your room, flipping it open.

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You quietly approach the increasingly scarey curtain of beads separating you and Mikey. Splinters last words before you left the room ring in your ears.

“Of course, young one. Anything can be healed if you tend to it correctly. At the very least, you can mend the damage and lessen the blow.” You lightly chant this to yourself as you approach the archway to the shared room. Mend the damage, lessen the blow. Mend the damage… You’re met with a very grumpy Raph within the first few steps. He’s laying on the top bunk, your entrance catches his attention. The red tails of his mask flail a little as he looks at you, then snaps to Mikey for a moment (who is moping quietly in the corner, sitting on his drum kit’s stool leaning against the wall) and back again. He mouths ‘You dealing with this?’. You gave a curt, nervous nod.

“Oh, thaNK FUCK,” he groans, a little too loudly. Mikey swerves around, startled by the sudden outburst, locks eyes with you and confusion turns into a scowl. Raph slides off his bunk and moves past you, giving you two hearty good-luck-shoulder-pats on his way out. You reach out towards Raph a little as he wanders away silently yelling at him to not leave you alone. You begin to slightly tremble for the second time that day. Turning back, you find Mikey has turned around once more.

Alright. Fine. I guess it’s all on me.

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Mikey had made it through 2 of your old sketchbooks before he got to a newer one (he figured they were old cause he hasn’t worn that in at least a year) and picked up on a, um, theme so-to-speak. This book was near full, the only one on the bed that was closed, and was chock full of drawings of him. Of course his family was in there but it was totally rare if he wasn’t also in the drawing. To be honest, he was too stunned that none of them even knew about this amazing talent of yours to freak out about how much of him there was.

So far his favorite was one of him casually standing, facing away from the viewer, arms crossed, relatively serious. His first thought was, of course, ‘wow,’ but then it was ‘is my ass really that nice?’ It was then he saw a cute little cartoon you in the corner with sunglasses on staring at his ass, biting her lip and making a really funny face. That one he promised himself he was gonna make a copy of whether you knew about it or not.

(I’M SO SORRY, PT.3 SOON)

Tags: @another-tmnt-writer @girl-next-door-writes @llturner7 @sarazzprime @jam-jar2  @i-know-i-am-weird-thank-you

[moonlightflower21]

Hi!! What do you think the boys reactions would be to a crush that gets flustered really easily? Like, if they complimented their dog, the reader would blush, what kind of endearing names would they call them? Who would tease for get flustered along with them?

aw this is so sweet 💕

hope this was okay and something along the lines of what you wanted :)

the boys find it all so cute, to see their crush all flustered

it's not trying to be mean, it's because you kinda remind him of himself. and he feels the need to kiss your cheeks

he won't but he really does

makes him happy that he can make you blush

y'know, considering, he's just a mutant turtle and no one cares to know him

but you, oh you're so different from them all

so you can bet he's gonna want to try and compliment you more.

"hey Y/N, that outfit is fire!"

"aw, your dog is so cute. like you"

"is that new? it looks so good!"

he means all these compliments by the way, they're all coming from his heart

as far as nicknames go, it depends how strong the feelings are for them

leo sticks to their name, shortened if possible. he doesn't want to overstep any boundaries

but he uses sweet nicknames in japanese from time to time.

raphael is a little cocky, but never mean

he finds you so cute when you blush

"ya look like a lil tomato..." he teases softly

donnie would probs blush with you but he made you laugh and now he feels pretty happy with himself

also, he's kinda a shy bean too

but he loves calling you sweet nicknames

if you don't mind them, that is

mikey... what nickname hasn't he given?

"you're blushing, baby cakes~"

his fingers gently touch your cheeks, a happy smile on his face

leo and donnie would get teased for get flustered alongside you

at first it's because they thought you probably got uncomfortable and that was in no way his intention

and so him trying to explain leaves you looking at him and his cheeks burning

you think it's funny and sweet

he's embarassed with himself

if you're flustered easily, he'll try and make you feel much more comfortable

gentle hand holding, sweet smiles as he passes you by, greetings whenever you come by the lair

it's all because of that smile you give them and they crave the validation

[moonlightflower21]

his eyes was gorgeous. the entirety of his being was. but there was something special about his irises that drew you to him

perhaps it was because no matter what state he was in, they would always have a small twinkle in them. and though he would deny wholeheartedly, his brothers could confirm it was there solely because of you.

or maybe it was because he always made you feel welcomed and appreciated. never once did those eyes ever show any hatred or disgust in your direction. he knew what it was like to be frowned upon and swore to himself he could never make another person feel like that

maybe it was because, no matter what hardship or struggle he was going through, his eyes remained full of love looking at you. as though there was a mask covering all the worries in them because he didn't want you to get anxious.

it could be that his eyes were the gateway to his heart. whatever he felt, you could understand just by looking into the depths of those beautiful irises. he didn't need to say a word, you understood.

whatever the reason they were always sweet, and warm, hints of teasing and laughter swirling around but they were loving.

always loving.

💙❤️💜🧡

[moonlightflower21]

hope you guys love this one! took me a lil while because i wasn't sure how to structure it and in the end i went with little headcannons :) <3

Leonardo:

christmas with him is so cute and cosy

he's so thoughtful, thinking so hard for your presents and what you like

enlists april for help because obviously he can't buy them

wraps them up super carefully, with a cute lil note around the string

never fails to tell you how much you love him

and it's not always direct

under the mistletoe, for example. he will give you a little smirk and point to the ceiling wherever it may be placed.

and baby, his kiss? sweet yet passionate, short yet keeps you intoxicated. just amazing *chef kiss*

other examples of his touches are when you're doing something and he just leans against you for a lil while lost in happy thoughts

or holds your hands when you come back from the cold. he warms you up real good hehe

or rests his forehead against yours, allowing the christmas lights to dance across his body.

you totally place a cute lil hat on him

in turn, he braids in some tinsel in your hair. so now your hair is a sparkly mess. but you're having way too much fun to care

such a cheery mood overall

you guys may even belt out to christmas songs

his laughter is so catchy, your favourite tune. so it ends up with you both giggling halfway through the song

and later, you're both wrapped in blankets, sipping at hot cocoa

he loves these quiet moments, warmth flooding both your bodies while the movie is playing in the background.

his hand will always be touching you, somehow. if you're decorating the tree, he'll be right there to help you.

still in shock he celebrated this festive holiday with an angel.

"merry christmas, my love" he whispers at the end of the night, hearing the fire crackle in the background

"merry christmas, sweetheart" you reply, looking deep in his eyes.

that's love swirling in those oceans pools

and then he kisses you tenderly.

nothing has to be extravagant, over the top. just this intimate moment between you and him is all he loves.

christmas could end with him making love to you or wrapped in each others embrace.

your choice, honey ;)

Raphael:

christmas with this guy is really and truly unpredictable

but not 'cause he's angry

oh no, he's the most relaxed and chilled person.

well, kinda. (he woke up with glitter everywhere and mikey screeching in his ears that it was christmas)

but it's because, you never know what the nights going to hold with him

you may go out for a motorcycle ride, admiring all of new york in it's beauty

or he bring you to the rooftop, to admire your beauty

but what he loves, is being down in the lair. that's his home and with you and the overall vibe, it's so comforting. your house isn't a problem, either :)

this bad boy will hang up mistletoe in areas where you're sure to enter and will immediately run to you when you're underneath one.

"guess we better kiss, per tradition~"

you're going to be the one to part lips, raphael has no self control. he will have a makeout with you, literally anywhere. only exception is splinter

and he wants you to hang the lil star/angel on top of the tree.

will hold your waist and pick you up like a lil feather. "that's so beautiful babe, like you"

music (christmas, ofc) will be playing softly in the background

home alone is on t.v. and in your hands are warm cups of cocoa

he added the lil marshmallows (cutie)

and when you laugh, his face breaks out into his own little smile

he can't help it, you're so fucking gorgeous

"merry christmas baby" his finger is under your chin, directing your attention to him. he's sincere and vulnerable in this moment. his heart is on the line here

gets super insecure and sad when you don't reciprocate the love back.

but you do, you always do.

this christmas has been the best by far, spending every second with you.

"merry christmas, sweetheart"

christmas sex to end the night! (if you want to, though. everything is all consent!)

his lovemaking is normally all passionate, to savour the happy moments.

however this depends if you've been nice or naughty, raphael will decide

although knowing him, he will say naughty ;) kinky turt

Donatello:

one of the few times where all work is dropped and he can have fun!

but to be honest, will check time to time on his work. fear not hon, his focus is mainly you!

all the sweet treats will have a lock on them if possible

leo will have to warn him not to touch the frosted cupcakes

you may have to restrain him a little

he finds you sweeter though anyway ;)

he loves, loves, loves decorating stuff and will start with his lab.

will have you with him, as he drapes christmas decor around the lair

all the taller stuff, he will have you to sit on his shoulders and do for him.

lowkey can reach but he wants you on him

he puts on christmas music but will end up with you both dancing in each others arms, miming the words.

asks you what you wanna do, since he wants this night to be the most perfect for you

but you remind him that it's his night too and whatever he wants to do, should be incorporated

and so, he brings you to the couch, grabbing the massive bowl of popcorn and blankets on his way

you're more than happy

he will sneak mistletoe kisses, lil nerd

and then leans against you, with his signature smile

y'know the one where his cute lil smile is parted, showing his teeth slightly. yes that one

you kiss him once, then twice, then three times because you can't help it.

he's so freaking peRFECT *cries*

and the lair looks so beautiful, bathed in a golden light kudos to you. such a romantic moment~

"merry christmas, my dove" he whispers, holding your hand to kiss the top of it.

a rosy hue paints your cheek and your heart thumps happily

"merry christmas, love"

he doesn't mind having sex with you

but the night finishes with cuddles and happiness.

couple a cute nerds, you both 🥺🥰🤍

Michelangelo:

oh honey, it's all the pick up lines, all the jokes packed in this sunshine

"i'm not santa, but you can sit on my lap"

"mikey, do we have any pizza? i figured we can-" "i don't think we do only because you've stolen a pizza of my heart" he clutched his chest dramatically

when you're setting out the christmas presents and food, "babe, tie your shoes! can't have you falling for anyone else!"

"hey sweetness, do you have a name? or can I call you mine?"

and you can't even be mad with him. it's so heartwarming

cooking with him is so much fun

singing out to random songs

if you haven't already, will plop some reindeer ears on your head

"if we gonna do this, we gonna do it properly!"

you guys make all sorts of foods. especially gingerbread cookies. and then it's a competition to sees who makes the better one

this is all the while, belting your hearts out to songs

he twirls you under the kitchen lights, turns this into this massive dance number

with him singing all the way

laughter and chuckles escape both your mouths and finally he looks at you

happiness is literally beaming out of every single crevice in his body.

"merry christmas, to my sweet, gorgeous, beautiful, honey bunch" he holds you close, his hands around your waist and you grin

"merry christmas, to my wonderful, adorable, funny, stunning and amazing turtle" you kiss his cheek but he kisses your lip, hugging you close.

tearing up because that's the cutest and meaningful thing anyone has ever said

oh by the way, mistletoe kisses are a mUST!

literally, it's crazy because every corner you turn, boom! there's a freaking mistletoe

which... kinda backfired since you were under one with his brother

he let out a gasp and ripped off the extra added mistletoe muttering angrily.

you smooched his cute nose instead

but the night finishes as it started with laughter, happiness and excitement.

you know damn well, he won't refuse sex with you. if you're tired, he won't push anything.

he's perfectly content with snuggling you :3

and celebrating it all together is one word: magical. one big happy family. if you're working on christmas day, he will wait for you to come back. depending on your mood, he will either sing merry christmas to you while dancing around the lair with you or wrap you in a fluffy blanket and place you in his lap. and the second you're in the lair, all worries must be left at the doorstep and you enter a literal wonderland. he will make sure you have the best time of your life. forgot his present? absolutely no fucking worries. sick and ill? he will be your lil doctor, still incorporating some of the festive cheer. because he loves you so much.

[moonlightflower21]

I just randomly had this idea of the boys going to their S/O after a stressful day to vent and have someone understand what they're going through, but as they're ranting, their S/O (who's been listening and nodding along) just starts rubbing and scratching their shell. Suddenly, the turtle calms right down and snuggles into their S/O, all happy and relaxed. XD

awww this is so precious!!

Leonardo: "They don't take me seriously enough! I mean, do they think I love being harsh on them??" He was mad, like really angry. You hadn't seen Leonardo so stressed out and so angry before. He sat besides you, ranting away and you drifted your finger down his shell which made go silent in an instant. He reacted to that by leaning further into your touch and you chuckled when he started to let out a series of churrs. He shifted his body so you could scratched higher and let out a sweet smile when you did so.

Raphael: "I fuckin' hate everyone, 'sides from ya babe. Fearless just has ta act so prestige with a mighty stick up his ass and he always has to restrict us from everything! I'm sick an' tired of 'im" Raphael paced the floor, cracking his knuckles. He muttered out colourful swearwords, sitting besides you on the bed. You looked to your boyfriend, so fired up and angry. Turtles had loved shell massages right? It wouldn't hurt to try. So you reached forwards, and gently scratched the centre of his shell which made him stop and let out a small yelp in shock. "What are ya..." he rumbled in happiness when you scratched further up his shell. You let out a chuckle, feeling the tension practically melt away and in place relaxation and comfort.

Donatello: he was not having it tonight. His brothers are so damn infuriating and they just had to mess with his computers. He ranted away to you, anger and annoyance dripping from every word about how he lost his work. The frown deepened when he realised it would take such a long time to find the information again. "I just can't stand them, sometimes. They really love to test my patience" he sighed, flopping down besides you on the couch and you watched him shake slightly in stress and anger. With a gentle hand, you leaned forwards and flickered your fingers down his shell. "What-what are you doing-" but he didn't finish his sentence, his churrs came promptly after when you hit a right spot. His eyes closed in contentment, loving how your fingers managed to find all the good spots on his shell and he cuddled closer to you.

Michelangelo: he was so angry at his brothers for not taking him seriously enough h he wasn't some kid that had to be babied all the time. "But they don't understand that! They think they know everything" Mikey glared at the floor, finally sitting down after his long rant. "What do I do angel?" He looked to you for guidance and you stared back into those beautiful baby blues. "First, you need to relax" "How?? I-" Your fingers scratched his shell and instantly, he churred in shock. The relaxation filled his body straight after. He always loved shell scratches, especially when you do them because you do them so thoroughly. He grinned, closing his eyes in contentment.

[moonlightflower21]

Rainy day with our favourite boys? Pretty please?

The rain poured violently outside but you were in the arms of your favourite turtle, in compete bliss and warmth listening to the calming sounds nature produced. Rainy days consisted of laying in bed, talking with one another as the weather made you both slightly drowsy. Him more than you. This time, he just wanted to hug and lay on the bed and you complied. One of your hands gently rubbed circles on his chest, daydreaming about life. The hands holding you so close began to loosen indicating that he was on the brink of falling asleep. You shifted your head to look and it was true, his eyes were closed and his breathing had started to become more slower. His head leaned against yours, legs entangled together so it would be a challenge to get out of his grip. But why would you do such a thing? Instead, you snuggled into him and he enveloped the welcomed heat given from you. "Love you" he mumbled in his sleep, head nuzzling into your neck. "Love you too" you chuckled, stroking the back of his neck.