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I'm gonna be honest, I'm in the mood for silent communication of love so I'm gonna be kind of difficult. But knowing whatever you pull, it's gonna be great

[ WAIT ]: realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.

[ GUIDE ]: in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back

Cant wait to see! Love ya

I know you said to run with whomever I vibed with and I hope you don’t mind that this led with Mikey. Cause I just couldn’t stop picturing him.

Rated God Damn FLUFF

[ GUIDE ]:          in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back

[ WAIT ]:          realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.

——————-

A crowded place wasn’t exactly your most favorite of places to be at. Normally you’d avoid it, but tonight would have to be an exception.

The guys had wanted to celebrate. Another one of New York’s baddest had been successfully defeated and apprehended. What had been a lengthy battle had now transitioned into a moment to just breathe and be thankful. Chief Vincent had made it possible much like their first ceremony, to have a little moment of blissful freedom for a job well done. Together alongside the police officers who had aided them and were respectfully getting their own recognition as well, a party had been made for all to enjoy.

And thus here you were, absolutely ready to crawl out of your skin and contemplating if maybe beer would actually be useful for once. The music, the commotion, the hollering, it was all justified. Shit really had come close to ending way worse.

Even as you stood close to April and Casey, it didn’t seem enough to quiet your mind and that incessant voice in your head telling you to just go home.

You could do it. Just quietly slip away. A quick text to April telling her something came up. One subway ride and you’d be home.

You began to back away, just as Casey had pressed a loving kiss to April. Your feet moved you toward the closest exit. Side stepping a few inebriated cops and you’d be home bound.

Then you felt a gentle grip at your wrist. Delicate, all too aware that anymore and it could hurt you.

You looked back to see Mikey, he looked like he had pummeled his way through the crowd to get to you, the rise and fall of his plastron told you so. You hadn’t seen it or noticed it, but he had been watching you all night. Those baby blues had noticed your gears moving. He could tell this wasn’t your vibe, not your scene, and while he loved this commotion he could also understand why people didn’t.

Why you didn’t.

Truth be told he had been working up the courage to walk to you, maybe get you alone to allow you to breathe.

And for himself to admire and look at something so pretty as you.

“Ya leaving, angel?” He tried not to sound so down about it, so down bad for you.

“I’m just… this isn’t my thing” You weren’t even sure if he could hear you with all the music and noise.

So Mikey got in a little close, leaned down to better hear you. It was such a silly mundane thing to do but it made your insides topple.

“I said, this isn’t really my thing” You spoke louder and he nodded before turning his gaze back to you. A thumb ran across your pulse and it felt like an afterthought. For Mikey though, it made his skin buzz along with the bass.

He looked about quickly. Spotted some sliding doors that led to a balcony. The grip on your wrist was gone and now with a hand on the small of your back, you found yourself being led by him. It felt silly that this had your skin breaking out into goosebumps. Truth be told, Mikey appearing had almost fixed all of the pesky thoughts.

Mikey made sure no one collided with you. A friendly shove here and there and soon enough he pushed the curtains to the sliding door apart enough for you both to slide out.

Instantly the music, the voices, they were all drowned out. The cold air was chillier but the peace was welcomed.

“Better?” Mikey spoke with a soft smile. His response was earnest.

You nodded, cheeks just pink enough that it made it impossible for him not feel his gut somersault.

A careful rub of your arms once the winds picked up had him untying a jacket from around his waist. Without even asking he had wrapped it around your shoulders and smoothed it over your arms. He rubbed some warmth into your skin, gently, attentively and ever so shy.

All you could do was watch him wordlessly. The proximity of him, the sweetness in his intentions to keep you grounded, keep you warm. All those fuzzy feelings that had been brewing for him just boiling.

It was minute to admire. You both remained quiet, he uncharacteristically and you very much on par with your behavior.

Mikey’s mouth opened to speak but his courage was slipping.

You smiled, placed a hand on his chest, felt his heart rattling inside it.

He felt frozen on the spot, felt his heart take up too much space when your hand slipped to cup his cheek. Every fantasy of this moment paled to what he actually felt right now.

And he felt too much to describe.

You both stared at each others lips.

Once again, Mikey was leaning down and that silly little feeling bloomed into warmth.

Could- 👉👈 could I perhaps ask for a rise Mikey x reader short, where like: it starts with a flashback of the boys as kids, going outside for the first time and while exploring, Mikey spots this little girl on the playground and just thinks she's the prettiest creature he's ever seen, so he goes to give her a flower, completely forgetting he's a mutant and like, readers scared at first but then sees the flower and is suddenly flattered

And then flashback ends: Mikey is now left hopelessly in love with reader, who the boys have now been friends with for a long time and reader is like well dam aware of mikeys crush, but decides to act like she doesn't know to see how long it'll take Mikey, but after a failed attempt of impressing reader by almost getting hurt, reader is just like 'fuck it' and makes the first move

If u don't wanna do it then just pretend u don't see this, and if ur interested, feel free to make any changes you'd like. Also pls do not feel rushed and have a good day.

candy hearts and paper flowers

relationship: Mikey x F!reader

warnings: romantic, fluff, humor, minor hurt/comfort, kissing, sfw

word count: 5,289

author's note: omg..my first request!! this was so fun, i've never written for mikey before. i hope you like it!!

Mikey peeks his head out, lifting the manhole cover up a couple of inches to get a look around. The sliver of light that flooded out from the outside was mesmerizing. He blinks, adjusting to the brightness. 

“Woah…!” He lifts the lid even higher. 

“What do you see?” Donnie whispers. “Is it a horse? I read that there are horses out there sometimes.”

“You read that there are horses in New York? Please,” Leo sighs. 

Raph climbed up the ladder behind the other three, urging them to keep moving. “Quit holdin’ up the line!”

Leo and Donnie crash into one another, knocking their noggins awkwardly. “OW!”

Heaving the manhole cover to the side, Mikey jumps through the air. He tucks his body in to do a quick backflip, crying out a high-pitched “Hoo-wah!”

Mikey stood in hushed amazement, taking in the view of the street they popped out of. He’d only seen places like this on T.V. or in comic books, or while sneaking secret looks through sewer drains. But to stand on the pavement, feeling the dirt and grit beneath his toes, it was something else. He simply couldn’t contain his excitement any longer. 

“This is amazing! Hello dumpster! Hello alley cat! Hello mysterious rainbow-colored puddle!” He hopped and skipped with glee, greeting every object his eyes fell on. 

Eventually, Donnie, Leo, and Raph made their way out of the sewer to join him. They too were taken with the mundane sights around them, amazed at the fact that they were finally above ground. Donnie had already pulled out a crumpled up notepad to scratch down notes. Little observations of the people and buildings he saw. Leo was equally enraptured, following Donnie around as he pointed out various things on the ground. 

“Woah, a used cigarette. Cool!”

“Don’t eat it,” Raph warns. 

The red-clad turtle was trying his best to stay vigilant of his brothers, making sure none of them wandered too far off or ingested something they shouldn’t. He couldn't help but be star-struck as well, however. The ambient sounds of cars passing by and humans talking amongst themselves filled his ears. Raph claps his hands together, getting the others’ attention. 

“Okay, boys. Splinter said we could come up and explore for exactly thirty minutes. Not thirty-one minutes, thirty minutes.” Raph gathered up everyone in a tight huddle, laying down the ground rules. “If any of you mess this up for us–”

“All we have to do is keep a low profile and not die, right?” Leo scoffs.

Mikey nods enthusiastically, siding with Leo. “Easy as pie!”

“I concur. Let us all go our separate ways and reconvene here in a half-hour. Commence the synchronizing of watches.” Donnie readjusts his glasses on the ridge of his nose before hitting a button on his wrist. 

That was all Mikey needed to hear before bounding away, giggling to himself. “Cowabunga!”

Raph was soon left standing by himself as the others followed suit, going off in separate directions. Sputtering, he calls out to them. “W-Wait up! Don’t leave me alone!”

Quickly, he chooses to run after Leo across the street. 

Mikey made a beeline through a nearby alleyway to explore its contents. The smell was strangely worse up here than it was down in the sewers. The pungent scent of garbage made his nose scrunch up in disgust. 

“Nasty. Humans just leave their trash lying out like this?”

Once he gets one last look at the graffiti markings on the brick wall, he flattens himself to the corner of the building to check out the perimeter. There were a couple people walking around, talking on phones and looking somewhat distracted. Taking a chance, Mikey steps out onto the sidewalk, suddenly very nervous. 

The locals didn’t seem too interested in a pre-teenage mutant ninja turtle, not so much as sparing him a passing glance. Mikey twiddles his fingers together, almost waiting for someone to scream out in horror. 

“Huh…” he blinks. “I guess New Yorkers really have seen everything.”

He scans around for a moment, casually people-watching. There were so many humans, and they all looked so different! 

Suddenly, his eyes catch a glimpse of a playground just a couple of yards away. His eyes go wide, sparkling. 

“Omigosh!” Without thinking, he sprints over.

The playground was sizable, seemingly a part of a larger park in the neighborhood. Mikey marveled at the monkey bars, jungle gym, and various slides. He does one more double-take, making sure there was no one else around, before launching himself into the air. 

“Aw, yeah! All mine, baby.”

For the next fifteen minutes or so, Mikey sampled all the playground had to offer. This kind of place was the perfect outlet for all his manic energy. He swung off of every monkey bar, climbed through all the plastic tunnels, and dug through the sandbox for any potential treasures that were hidden away. 

As he buried himself within a sand castle he constructed, Mikey patted himself into a cocoon. “There, perfect.”

“What are you doing?” A tiny voice calls out.

“Hm?”

Mikey turned his head toward the swingset to his left. Somehow, he failed to notice a human girl sitting right beside him. She sat clutching the chains of the swing, letting her foot move herself slightly back and forth. 

“I said, what are you doing? You’re gonna get sand everywhere.”

Mikey laid there, looking up to the sky in deep thought. Only his head was visible, while the rest of his body was buried in the sand. That must be the reason why she wasn’t terrified by the sight of his unusual green skin. 

“I like being buried.” He chirps. 

The girl continued to stare, pushing herself lazily on the swing. “Whatever.”

Mikey turns back and gives her a pleasant smile. He was thankful for the company, even if it was a slightly annoyed human. As he opened his eyes to fully look at her, he felt a sudden tightness in his chest. And it wasn’t just from being trapped in a sand prison. 

Mikey didn’t know how to describe it. He could look at a painting and call it beautiful, or look at the moon up above and say it was enchanting. But the person sitting next to him, looking at him with slight indignation, left him gobsmacked.

She tried to look away and continue to enjoy her swing in peace, but she felt Mikey’s eyes bore into her. 

“Do you want me to leave or something?” She sighs.

“What’s your name?”

She turns back to him, a small frown gracing her charming features. The way her scowl curled to the side was adorable. Every minute detail of her face was drawing Mikey in. 

“What’s your name?”

Suddenly, Mikey sits up and lets the sand fall from his person. “Michael. Angelo. Michaelangelo!”

Her annoyed expression falls away as she takes notice of his shell. The green skin, the bald head, suddenly it clicked. 

“You’re a…?”

Mikey scrambles up, putting his hands out in a placating gesture. “I-I know, it’s weird! Is it the mask? It’s the mask, isn’t it?”

He reaches up to untie it and pull it off of his head. Holding it out before him, Mikey waves it around in her face. “See!”

Scoffing, she bats his hand away. “I mean you’re a turtle!”

Mikey secures his mask back on before giving her another winning smile. He shoots his hand out for a shake. 

“Yup! And you are…?”

“I’m leaving.” She slaps his hand away again, rejecting his friendly gesture. 

Mikey watches as she moves to sit up, heart-broken. His lips tremble slightly as he rubs at his hand. Maybe he was being too presumptuous, but he didn’t really expect to get such a cold welcome his first day up on the surface. 

His eyes search around, desperate to find a reason to make her stay. “Wait! I can push you on the swing? If you want…?”

She stops, looking back at Mikey. After a couple seconds of contemplation, she sits back down.

“I guess that’s fine.”

Instantly, Mikey’s mood does a 180. “Yes!”

Stepping behind her, Mikey places his hands on the chains. He begins to step backward and lift the girl into the air. She gulps, her hands gripping tighter.

“This is kinda high.”

“That’s the best part! Here. We. Go!”

Then, Mikey reels back and lets the swing go. He doesn’t take into account the fact his strength was a little more intense than most, accidentally sending the girl flying.

Screaming, she does a full rotation. Mikey stares on in horror as she does another spin. And another. Eventually, she becomes tied to the top rung of the swing set, bound tightly by the chains. 

“That, uh…might be a little too high?” He chuckles.

“GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!” She wails, wiggling against her restraints. “How did you even do that?!”

Mikey quickly jumps up into the air and lands on the bar. He gives her an apologetic look, feeling like he was in real trouble. 

“Sorry! I’m so, so sorry! Let me just—“

She blinks at him, watching as he untangles her from the swing. “You’re…really strong!”

She grins in spite of herself. Her limbs finally go slack and she’s pulled up into Mikey’s grasp. He holds her for a second before gently setting her back on the ground. 

“I’m really sorry again. I kinda can’t control my own strength yet.”

Mikey hangs his head as he lands on the wood chip surface of the playground. 

She kicks her feet, feeling a little awkward for making such a fuss about it. He looked so genuine, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

“It’s fine…That was actually kind of fun.”

Mikey looks up, hopeful. “It was?”

She nods, holding out her hand. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Mikey beams, his eyes shining like stars. He wasn’t sure what it was about this girl that was making him so upbeat. Well, more upbeat than he usually was. He launches forward and brings her into a tight hug, shaking her back and forth. 

“Y/N! You’re my first new human friend! The first of many!”

She groans, trying to escape his enthusiastic hold. “Okay, that’s enough!” 

Chucking, he releases her. “Right. Sorry, too much.”

Mikey rubs the back of his head, smiling goofily at her. She flits her eyes down to his mouth, noticing his missing tooth. Without thinking, she covers her mouth. 

“Your teeth.”

Mikey, feeling suddenly very bashful, closes his mouth. “Yeah, I know. My dad says the tooth gap will go away eventually, but…”

The girl blinks, moving her hand away. She didn’t mean to make him embarrassed at all. To Mikey’s shock, she breaks out in quiet laughter. 

“H-Hey!” He shouts, waving his hands around. “That’s not very nice!”

She laughs even harder, moving her hands away from her mouth. Then, Mikey sees it. She was missing her top right canine. 

Blushing, she points up to her teeth. “You’re just like me! I lost this tooth last week. That’s so funny!”

Mikey’s eyes go wide, watching her continue to heartily laugh. Slowly, his lips curl into a smile. He chuckles along with her, his voice steadily growing in volume. 

As the two of them wind down, Mikey’s smile falls away. He never really interacted with a real human before, was this how he was supposed to feel? His stomach was full of butterflies, hands opening and closing out of sheer restlessness. 

“Can I give you something?”

Walking back to lean against the swing, she nods. “Depends.”

Mikey sweats, realizing he didn’t really have anything to give her. He pats his chest, searching for a gift. “I— I’m gonna give you…”

Looking down, a couple of dandelions sprouting out of the corner of the sandbox catches his eye. Mikey quickly picks them from the ground and presents them to her. He accidentally tore them out by the roots, stringy grass and dirt dangling from the flowers. 

“Flowers! You’re supposed to give cute girls flowers!”

“You…think I’m cute?”

Before he can respond, Mikey notices a large clock face against the side of a neighboring building. It had already been a half-hour! Panicking, he shoves them into her hands before running away.

“GOODBYE!” He screeches.

Mikey peels out, sprinting back toward the direction of the manhole cover he emerged from. He stumbles and trips on the wood chips, accidentally getting some in his mouth. 

“Blecch—!”

He scrambles up to continue his ungrateful exit, leaving the girl behind. She sits dumbfounded, staring at the bouquet of dandelions. A small blush colors her cheeks. 

—

You smile to yourself, remembering the day you and Mikey first met. 

You look over to him as the two of you stroll through the same park. A good number of years later, things were relatively unchanged. The playground had a couple of updates, some new equipment. Tonight’s destination, however, was the botanical gardens. Mikey insisted that you accompany him tonight, eager to show you the exhibits.

“And, why couldn’t this have waited until tomorrow again?” You ask.

“Because,” he skips ahead, giving you his signature gap-toothed smile. “There’s no one around at night!”

You fold your hands behind your back, winking at him. “So we’re breaking in.”

“No. We’re sneaking in.” He corrects.

Chuckling, you playfully shove him aside. “You just want an excuse to hang out with me alone, don’t you?”

You close your eyes, confidently walking forward. You hear Mikey sputter and cough, having seemingly been found out. He tries his best to cover up his bashfulness with a cool facade. 

“W-What’s so wrong with some good-natured plant watching between friends? You need a little more culture in your life, and who better to provide it than me.”

Mikey places his thumb and forefinger on his chin, his eyes glinting under the dull moonlight. 

“Uh-huh. Sure,” you scoff. 

You didn’t consider yourself a particularly perceptive person. Especially when it came to matters of deciphering people’s intentions. But, Michael was unfortunately kind of an open book. He wore his heart on his sleeve, the poor guy. 

Even a fool could see that he was head over heels for you. You’re not too sure if Mikey had always had a crush on you, but lately he had made quite an effort to shower you with attention. His texts were more frequent, sending you random online quizzes and songs that you just had to see. Mikey was always pretty touchy-feely with his family and friends, giving out plenty of hugs. He was a very physically intimate turtle, sometimes to your detriment. 

“We’re here!”

His voice rips you from your thoughts and you glance up. 

Before you stood a grand building, composed almost entirely of glass windows. The yard surrounding the gardens were almost a little more impressive, countless hedges and water features decorating the area. 

Mikey slides up next to you, waggling his eyebrows. “Right?”

“Okay, this is pretty cool.” You smirk.

“I know. Allow me to razz my tazz…”

You watch as he backflips into the air and sticks to the exterior of the glass building. How did he do that, you wonder? Mikey feels around the glass panel, looking for the loose edge to wiggle himself into. He finally finds it, knocking his elbow against the window. 

Suddenly, he slides in, letting out a surprised squawk. “WOAH—!”

You cringe hearing him fall through a number of limbs, leaves shaking and vines ripping from the impact. The jungle of foliage inside was dense, so you can’t really see where Mikey lands. You run up to the service door, waiting for him to give you some sort of signal.

“Oh, Michael? Are you dead?” You cup your hands together, calling out to him in a sing-song voice. 

Pressing your face against the door, you strain your ears to listen closely. Silence. You click your tongue in annoyance.

“I’m gonna call Raph.” You slowly reach for your pocket.

Mikey slams his head against the other side of the door, his pleading face squished against the glass. “NO, DON’T!”

“AAAH—! Don’t jumpscare me like that!” You shriek. 

Mikey quickly throws open the door before pulling you in by your shirt collar. Stumbling in, you nearly fall over. You huff indignantly while he lifts you back up on your feet. For such a little guy, he sure was strong. 

“Falling for me already, eh?” He jokes. 

You flick his nose. “In your dreams.”

He awkwardly snickers at you, feeling a little shy about his casual flirtation. Mikey didn’t know if he was coming off as cute or just creepy, unable to gauge your reaction. You were always a little more cool and collected than him, your quick wit and charm rivaling even Leo’s. It was humbling, even a little attractive. He follows you from behind like a love-sick puppy, desperate to impress you. 

The two of you eventually walk into the center of the botanical garden and stand in awe of the plant life. Part of you wishes that Donnie was here to inform you both on each and every plant name, he was full of fun facts like that. But, you were happy just to have Mikey here to yourself. It was a good opportunity to test out a theory you had brewing in the back of your brain. 

“So, what first?” You smile, turning to Mikey. “Lead the way.”

He gives you an even bigger smile, eager to have you on the hook. “Oh! There’s that one stink plant!”

He directs you to the right, walking ahead of you before stopping dead in his tracks. You peek your head over his shoulder, looking around curiously.

“What?”

“I, uh— I forgot we kinda made it into a mutant with a security guard.” He chuckles.

You stare at his face, looking all at once bashful and spacey. Smirking, you edge your head closer to his. You were usually pretty touch-averse, but maybe you could try being more physically intimate with him. Just to see what would happen.

“Maybe that’s for the best. I know you have a very sensitive nose,” you whisper. 

Mikey covertly gulps, caught off guard by your sudden closeness and your low voice in his ear. “Let’s go look at the babbling brook! I think I can hear it…babbling!”

Spinning around, he grabs your hand and drags you along behind him. 

You bite at your lower lip, entertained by his flustered behavior. You hated to admit it, but teasing Mikey was just too much fun. You hold his hand tighter.

“Aww, it’s like a tiny waterfall!” You gush, walking up to stand beside Mikey. “I wonder if there are any fish in here?”

Mikey shakily lets go of you, placing his hands on his hips. “There actually are. Lemme show you!”

You furrow your brows, watching Mikey step into the tiny river. The water led to a larger pond, lilly pads and other aquatic plants scattered about the surface.

“That’s probably a bad idea,” you warn. You follow him along the bank, careful not to step on any of the flowers.

“Relax. I’m a turtle, water is my natural habitat.”

You narrow your eyes. “Don’t Ornate box turtles drown really easily?”

He tosses his head at you, continuing to march forward. “That’s a myth.”

You fold your arms over your chest, meeting his cocky gaze with your unimpressed scowl. 

“Let’s see…I think I saw a fish somewhere around here.” Mikey leans down, moving aside a lily pad to investigate. “Ah-hah! Told ya.”

He shoots back up, holding out an orange-spotted koi fish. It thrashed wildly in his grasp, flapping its tail against his hand. 

Sighing, you walk closer to the edge of the pond. “You’re gonna regret that.”

“I’m putting it right back, okay? Chill—“

Suddenly, a whole army of koi fish swarm around Mikey’s feet in the water. They apparently did not take too kindly to his rude intrusion. You wordlessly watch on as Mikey got practically attacked by a dozen or so fish, their tails repeatedly slapping against his body.

“Woah, hey! Stop that! I’m not your enemy! AAA—!” Mikey tries to run out, lifting his legs high and shaking off a fish that had clamped its jaw onto his foot. 

Your hands grip onto your arms in an attempt to stop yourself from laughing. But, as soon as you see Mikey fall into the water, you break. Cackling, you grab at your sides as Mikey pitifully splashed around in the pond. 

“This is amazing!” You tease. “I’m sending this in the group chat.”

“Help me! I lied, I’m drowning!” Mikey screams, waving his limbs about. 

You hold your phone out and start recording a video, chuckling. “The water’s barely a foot deep.”

The last koi fish gives Mikey a harsh slap across the face, leaving him behind to lie in the water. He looked utterly shocked and defeated. 

Once you’ve gotten all the evidence you need, you stow your phone away and kick off your shoes and socks. You were cruel, but you weren’t that cruel. 

“Okay, I think you’ve had enough.” You roll up the cuffs of your pants and gingerly step into the pond, holding out your hand to Mikey.

Blinking up at you, he scowls. “I could have died back there.”

You purse your lips, resolving to just reach down and pull Mikey up by the edge of his plastron. “Serves you right for disrespecting the pond.”

As you lifted him out of the water, his body was stiff as a board. His face was still screwed into an exaggerated frown. You can’t help but chuckle again at him, wiping off some pond scum that had gotten stuck to his shell. 

“What?” He pouts.

“You’re so cute when you look like that.” You pull Mikey out of the pond, peeking back at his offended expression.

“That’s totally not demeaning.”

Once you both get back onto the path, you give him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, okay? You just have a naturally cute face.”

Your hands drift up to land on Mikey’s face, gently squishing his cheeks. His eyes were still angry, but you could tell from his blush and his wavering frown that you were really testing his resolve. You knew he wasn’t really mad, just embarrassed. It only made him even more cute. 

Mikey stared at you, using almost all of his willpower not to melt into your touch. You had never been so brazen, so comfortable with casually touching him like this. The cheeky way you were looking at him only made him more flustered. Clearing his throat, he dips out of your hold. 

“The succulents are over here.”

Huffing, he marches away. You can only smirk to yourself as you follow behind. Maybe you were teasing him a little too much. You didn’t really care, though. With a pep in your step, you catch up to meet him at the desert flora section. 

You saw a collection of cacti, some towering over your heads, others small and rotund. Mikey shakes off his growing nerves to present them to you. 

“Behold, the pokey plants. As you can see, they are covered in pokey bits.”

Nodding, you sit your chin upon your fist. “Ah, yes. Very pokey indeed.”

The two of you nod to one another in mock-seriousness. You watch as Mikey begins to smile again, and you feel a little relieved. While you quite enjoyed seeing him playfully mad, you can’t deny that you miss seeing him happy. 

Mikey quirks his head to the side, an idea knocking around in his head. “I wonder…”

You cock your head as well. “Wonder what?”

“Dare me to touch it?” He lifts a hand up toward a particularly sharp-looking cactus. 

You shift your eyes from the plant and back to him, cautiously interested. “I won’t stop you.”

“I’m gonna do it,” he warns. 

“Fine. See what happens.” You toss your hand over your shoulder, walking away. This was bound to end well. 

Before you know it, you hear a loud crunching sound behind you. You twist around to find Mikey crumpled over the cactus’s broken trunk, absolutely covered in thorns. His eyes were as wide as saucers, almost in disbelief of his own actions. 

“Michael!” You gasp. “I swear to god.”

Shuddering, he crawls out of the exhibit, moving through the pebbles that laid about. “Pain…I’m in pain.”

You turn your back to him, exasperated with his antics. “I’m not helping you.”

“Don’t need it. I’m perfectly capable of helping myself.” He stands, legs wobbling. He tries to grab at a large spine poking out of his forearm. 

“Ow.” One thorn. 

“Ow.” Another. 

You grumble, listening to Mikey remove the spines one by one. This was just sad. You slowly turn around, watching as he stands there plucking at his arm. Sighing, you decide to be a little more merciful. 

“You’re lucky you have that shell.” 

You find a nearby bench and plant yourself on it. You pat your hand to the seat next to you, beckoning him to sit down. “Come here.”

Mikey quickly pads over to sit in front of you, swinging his legs around the bench. You follow suit and do a once-over. Thankfully, his legs were mostly unharmed, but his upper body and face were covered in barbs. 

“What did we learn?” You sigh, carefully removing all of the larger spines. 

Mikey tries holding back each cry of pain as you pluck them out, his eyes squeezing shut. “I wasn’t trying to throw myself into a cactus, you know. I just tripped.”

“That’s why are you covered in pokey bits?”

“I– Ouch!” He seethes, recoiling away from you. “I was trying to be cool, okay. Aren’t you impressed?”

Chuckling dryly, you move on to the smaller, more difficult barbs. You knew he was just trying to show off, even if it was kind of pathetic. Internally, you frown. No, he wasn’t pathetic. You somehow felt bad for even thinking that. It wasn’t like he was putting on airs, or being fake. He was actually pretty genuine. 

“Not impressed. Just slightly concerned.”

Mikey sniffs, feeling a little disheartened with your reply. “Sorry.”

You flit your eyes up for a moment. “Why do you think you have to impress me? I already think you’re cool.”

He turns his head away slightly. “I don’t know? I just want to.”

Mikey was usually pretty good about verbalizing his emotional desires. But for some reason, he felt so confused. 

After you pick out the last barb from his cheek, you toss them all away into the bushes. “There, all done.”

You were about to stand back up before you felt Mikey grab at your upper arm. You freeze, looking down at him. 

“I just– Sometimes I feel like I need to show off. Show you that I’m cool and strong, I guess? I’m not super buff like Raph, or smooth like Leo. And I’m definitely not smart like Donnie.”

You move to sit back down, staring at him. You don’t know how to react to his sudden confession, simply opting to remain silent. 

Mikey lifts his head to look you in the eye, a sad smile tugging at his lips. “I just want to make you feel safe.”

You frown. “You think I don’t feel safe?”

Shaking his head, Mikey bails on his own admission. “No, I don’t know. Nevermind.”

In an instant, you get an idea. You rummage around in your bag to pull out your old, worn sketchbook that you carried around everywhere. You leaf through the pages to land in the middle. “You recognize this?”

Mikey blinks away a tear that threatened to accumulate in his eye before looking over. “Your sketchbook?”

“No, this.” You reach in and pull out a couple of pressed flowers. They were shriveled and brown with age, but they were very clearly dandelions. 

Mikey’s sad frown melts away as he leans forward. “Those are…”

“The flowers you gave me. When I first met you, I was actually kind of freaked out. I just remember thinking, ‘Why was this weird turtle harassing me?’” You allow yourself to smile, recalling the memory. 

You hear Mikey chuckle quietly, his eyes softening. 

“But, you were obviously just a huge dork. Sweet, but still a dork. I took those weeds you gave me and put them in here.”

You carefully place them back into your sketchbook, closing it. “I carried them with me all the time, so I wouldn’t feel so alone, y’know? If I ever felt scared, I would just clutch onto this and pretend you were there.”

Mikey sat up straighter, letting your soft words wrap him up into a warm blanket. He felt so safe, so secure in your presence. 

“Thankfully, I didn’t have to do it too often. Because you were always there, somehow.”

Finally, you put your sketchbook back into your bag and look up. You give Mikey a lopsided smile, watching him look at you with quiet amazement. Reaching up, you place your hand upon his flushed cheek, bathing in his warmth. 

Mikey was speechless. Words couldn’t begin to describe what he was feeling right now. He unintentionally allows his head to nuzzle up against your hand, practically sighing. 

“You okay?”

“My skin kind of hurts.” His voice was oddly low, laced with a shy sweetness. 

Leaning forward, you debate with yourself whether or not you want to tease him even more. He looked so vulnerable right now, you wouldn’t dare ruin a rare moment like this. Humming, you indulge yourself and decide to place a soft kiss upon his cheek. You didn’t want to scare him off. 

Mikey’s skin tingles with excitement, electric sparks surging through his body. “Hahh…”

“Am I hurting you,” you whisper. You weren’t sure if he was hissing out in pleasure or in pain. 

He immediately responds. “No, you feel really nice.”

Angling your head lower, you slot your lips gently against his. The kiss is chaste and short, but you feel your heartbeat thrum in your ears. The low light of the night sky illuminated the two of you, making Mikey’s skin practically glow. Moving an inch or two away, you admire his features. 

Mikey sighs, his eyes fluttering open. You meet his soft gaze with your own. After a charged couple of seconds, the two of you break out into laughter. His head falls onto the bend of your shoulder, his breath heavy. 

“I can’t believe you did that.” He exhales shakily. 

“Pull out nearly a hundred cactus spines from your body? Yeah, I can’t believe it either.” You chuckle. 

In a bold move, Mikey smiles against your neck before placing a kiss on your hot skin. You shudder, feeling his teeth brush up against your pulse. 

“Woah-hoh-hoh! Ouch!” You tear yourself away, flapping your hands at his face. “Your teeth are sharper than I thought.”

Mikey gives you a cheeky smile, his tooth-gap on full display. “Sorry, I’m kinda pokey.”

He feels his heart swell in his chest, his limbs going limp and gooey. He wondered if he could even stand up. Seemingly reading his mind, you reach over and hook your arms underneath him. In an impressive move, you heave Mikey up and carry him bridal-style. 

“H-Hey! What are you doing?” He cries out, blushing furiously.

“Carrying you back. Because I can,” you smirk. 

Out of sheer embarrassment, Mikey covers his face. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Neither did I!”

And with that, you make your way back to the exit, giggling with Mikey as you bask in your newfound closeness. You hope that he felt safe with you, safe enough to let you into his heart just a little bit more. 

A helping hand

Niragi Suguru x Reader

Summary: Niragi wasn´t at his best moment at high school. Life was unfair with him. But you noticed him. He caught your eye. What happened between you and Niragi was much more than he could ever have imagined in his wildest dreams.

Warnings: soft Niragi, mentions of bullying, violence, smut, fluff and angst (all-in-one because why not), loss of virginity, Niragi being so fucking adorable.

Author´s note: Soooo it´s my first time posting here but I needed to write Niragi´s first time and I know you needed to read it too. English is not my first language so I apologize for any possible mistakes. I really hope you like it. Love u all <3

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Day after day, he was always alone; always in the same chair doing the same things. Exactly two hours after his arrival, he packed up his books and left for fifteen minutes before coming back with a coffee. He seemed to be pretty strict with his routine. Maybe you were a bit gossip because you had spent the last few days observing him until you learnt his schedule too. But what could you do? Studying was too boring; you needed a distraction. And he looked like an interesting one.

So that day, when he left the public library, you decided to follow him. You thought he might be going to a coffee shop, but he just was at the vending machine in the hallway.

"Hello there", you said. The boy turned back, but he looked side to side before paying attention directly to you.

"Are you talking to me?", he asked, puzzled.

"There´s no one else here except you", you answered. "Why do you carry your backpack with you just to take a break in the hallway?"

"I don´t want anyone to… steal my books"

"Cute. Are you a high-school student?", you smiled before asking, but he seemed embarrassed and confused. Anyway, he nodded. "And why don´t you study in your own school?"

"I prefer to be here. Is there any problem?"

"No, of course not. I was just curious", you said. "Do you mind if a sit next to you? I can´t concentrate by my own and you are always studying harder. Maybe I can learn something from you"

"It´s fine, I suppose"

He tried to smile, but it was more like an awkward grimace.

"I´m Y/N, by the way"

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I´m Niragi"

"It´s my pleasure, Niragi"

Since that day, you changed your favourite desk in the public library to be in the same as Niragi. Most of the time you were just sitting there in completely silence, concentrated in your own notes. He was shy and everyday took him like half hour to get used to your presence. Either social skills were not his thing, or he was not used to interacting with girls.

In the coffee breaks were when you took advantage to know more about him. He was a high school senior and wanted to get good marks so he could go to the university the following year. This was your first year at the university, so you told him all about how your experience was. People, teachers, classes, environment… it was pretty different in comparison with high school, and he seemed hopeful at your description.

Ultimately, study with Niragi was nice. You found yourself thinking that you even felt like going to the library every afternoon, far from the laziness you felt before. But everything changed the day you saw a bruised on his cheekbone. You noticed he didn´t want to look at you at all since you were sitting in front of him and you assumed that was the reason.

After nearly fifteen minutes of hesitation about what you should do, you grabbed him by the chin and forced his face upwards. He also had traces of dried blood next to his nose.

"What happened to you?"

"It´s nothing", he answered trying to hide behind his own hair.

"It doesn´t look like nothing"

He slapped your hand away from his chin and lowered his face again. It was strange because he has never before been so rude. And before you could say anything, he grabbed his backpack and his books and ran away. You went after him without hesitation after quickly gathering your things too.

"Hey, Niragi!", you called out in the hallway getting him to stop. He had no way of escape. "I didn´t want to bother you"

"I´m sorry. It´s my fault", he apologized, turning slowly towards you with his gaze fixed on his feet and his hands clenched into fists.

"No, it´s not", you answered a bit concerned. Anyway, you tried to sound calm. "Has anyone done this to you? Maybe a classmate?"

"No. It´s nothing", he insisted, but you noticed his weeping eyes. You were pretty sure that you spot on. So carefully, you took his hand between yours to get his attention.

"I know that we have fifteen minutes to get a coffee, but I think that, only for today, we should take a longer break"

"I-I´m not sure"

You smiled cheerfully.

"Trust me"

Niragi followed you tamely, but after ten minutes walking down the street, he started to get nervous. Even more when you entered in an apartment building.

"Where are we going?", he asked to you, but you waited to answer until you were in front of your door.

"To my house", you said while you opened it. "It´s not too much, but I can´t afford any more"

"Do you live on your own?"

"Getting a job while you are at college is not much fun, but it´s better than live with my father, that´s for sure", you explained briefly. "C´mon in. I don´t bite"

However, Niragi was suspicious. While you entered in the kitchen, he sat down in the sofa frowned. It was pretty obvious how uncomfortable he was.

"Why did you bring me here?", he asked you suspicious. "I-I shouldn’t be here. Maybe I´d better leave"

When you returned to the living room, you did so with a packet of frozen vegetables in your hand and interrupted his words.

"I don´t have ice, but it will work too", you sat down next to him and pointed to his bruised. "It seems recent, so cold will help. May I?"

Niragi opened his eyes in surprise, realising that you were trying to lend him a hand. He didn´t seem to be used to having someone help him. And in a way, it was enough to calm him down a bit.

"Don´t worry. I can do it myself"

"It´s ok. I want to do it for you"

He smiled slightly and finally nodded. You remained silence for a few minutes to make him feel comfy while you took care of his bruise carefully. However, you needed to know what really had happened to him.

"So… do you have any problems at high school?", you asked him prudently, but Niragi was still reluctant to speak. "Stay quiet only helps bullies. It´s not beneficial to you"

"I-It´s nothing new. And I can´t do anything. I tried once, but it only got worse", Niragi mumbled. "I am only a few months away from graduation, I can bear it until then"

In that kind of situations, people used to say that you should talk with a teacher or an adult, but it is easier said than done. And as much as you would like to do something about it, you couldn’t force him to do something he didn´t want to.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"I don´t want to be a nuisance, although, well, I am being one already", he muttered. As nervous as he still was, he dared to look you in the eyes. "Why are you so nice to me?"

"Because you are a nice guy, Niragi", you pointed out, setting aside the packet of frozen vegetables.

"We hardly know each other"

"Yeah, actually I know so little about you because you barely talk about yourself, and yet, I´m sure you deserve much better than this"

Your words were enough to make him blush. Damn, he was adorable. You liked his shyness and how easily he got nervous with little things. But he also was clever and pretty interesting if you give him the opportunity to get comfortable enough to talk openly. High school students weren´t really your type, but Niragi could be the exception.

When you put your hand up to his face, caressing his cheek softly, he seemed confused.

"Have you ever kissed a girl?"

"W-What?", Niragi stammered as he shrugged his shoulders. "W-why do you want to know that?"

"Because I want to kiss you. If you want it too, of course."

He looked even more flustered than usual but, at least, he didn´t turn away from your touch.

"You don´t have to do that out of pity"

"It´s not like that", you assured him. "I do want to kiss you"

"But why would you do that?"

"Because I see you, Niragi. I really see you. And I like all what I see"

"I don´t… understand"

"Maybe one day you will"

You approached a bit more until there were only a few inches between your lips. And still caressing his cheek and his hair, you finally kissed him very softly. His mouth didn’t answer at first, but when you started moving your own lips, he did his best to follow your pace. It was obvious it was his first kiss because of his clumsiness, but you were glad to be his teacher. The only thing you wanted was to give him an excellent first kiss. And when you thought it was enough for the first time, you broke the kiss, putting some distance between both. Niragi kept his eyes closed for a few more seconds before opening them again. You couldn´t help but smiled as you saw Niragi blinking repeatedly, still muddled.

"Was it good?"

"Yeah, I guess. No, I mean, of course", he responded helter-skelter, making you laugh.

"See? You are incredibly sweet"

This time, Niragi laughed too. And your heart beat faster when you see an special shine in his eyes. At that very moment, you realized how much you loved seeing that boy happy. He was so beautiful. And you wanted to protect his kind soul.

"Can we do it again? I know I can do better"

"I will gladly repeat. As many times as you want"

***

By the time you closed the door of your apartment, Niragi had already left his backpack on the floor and was waiting for you to come closer to him.

"Seems like somebody is a bit eager"

"I´m sorry", he said, losing some of the self-confidence he displayed moments before. "I just…"

"I was just teasing you, Niragi"

You walked towards him and stood on tiptoe to get to his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. He simply places his hands gently on your waist and followed you to the couch. Niragi plopped down on the sofa and you straddle him. Since your first kiss, you decided to pick up Niragi everyday at the entrance of the library and walked together to your flat instead of staying there. You studied too but also had free time for you. You had started to think that Niragi was trying to become a total expert in kissing.

"Has been a good day at school?"

"Yeah, cool. Better now I´m here"

"I´m talking seriously, Niragi", you insisted, placing your hands on his chest to be able to look at him. "I want to be sure that you are alright"

"I know. And I appreciate it. But everything´s fine, Y/N"

"Well, I´m gonna try to believe you"

You continued kissing each other for a few. Your tongues were tangled and your saliva mixed. Niragi was a quick learner. When you bit his lower lip, he dug his fingers into your hips unconsciously.

"Do you want… more?"

"What do you mean?", he asked you in return, slightly frowned.

"I´m pretty sure you know what I mean. I can feel the bulge in your pants"

His face suddenly flushed and his hands left your body. Niragi even tried to push you into the sofa, embarrassed, but you reminded on top of him.

"I-I´m sorry. I-I didn´t want to make you feel uncomfortable"

"There´s nothing to be ashamed of. Actually, I would be offended if your body didn´t react in this way", you joked but Niragi was still amazed. "And if you want it, I´m ready to move to the next level"

"I don´t know if I´m… I mean, I don´t know what to do"

"I know you are unexperienced, Niragi, but it´s not a problem for me. I can guide you", you assured to him. "However, you have to be sure that you really want to do it"

"I want to do it, I guess"

"You guess?", you repeated after him. Niragi was so insecure that he could start trembling at any time, so you decided to lend him a helping hand. "We can go ahead and, if you regret it or feel uncomfortable, we can stop whenever you want"

Niragi hesitated for a few seconds before nodding almost imperceptibly.

"Yeah, good. I like how it sounds", he said in a tone of voice so low that it was difficult to hear.

You started kissing him again slowly to restore his confidence, but this time, it didn´t take you long until you moved your lips to his neck. You felt honoured to hear his low moans as you kissed that sensitive part of his body and guided his hands to your hips again. 

"Can I unbutton your shirt?", you asked him gently.

"Yes, it´s fine"

You did it one by one, and when it was done, you left his neck to take care of his bared chest. It was pretty sad to discover some bruises there too. Niragi tensed up as he noticed your gaze on them.

"There are not recent", he promised you in a hurry. Instead of answering, you took off your own shirt and showed him the scar near your shoulder.

"This is from the last day I saw my father", you explained to his visibly puzzled grimace. "I used to have some bruises too, but they will disappear and, eventually, you will heal. People who hurt you can´t control your life. You have so many wonderful things to live, Niragi. And those assholes can´t destroy you"

Words were not coming out of his mouth. He was completely focused on your scar. And without doubting, he came up to kiss it gently. You gasped and entangled your fingers in his hair, letting him freedom to continue kissing your skin and your neck. He was trying to copy what you have done on him before. God, you wanted to go step by step, but you also needed him so bad.

"Should we go to my bedroom?"

"Yeah, I would like that"

In the living room, Niragi was more secure about it than he was when he saw the bed in front of him. He even gulped nervously, so you take his hand gently and guided him to sit on one side of the bed. You stayed upright caressing his hair.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes"

"Do you want me to stop? We don’t have to rush things"

"No. I´m sure. I want to do it", he nodded. "I want to do it with you, Y/N"

"Okay then"

You took off his shirt and caressed his chest, arms and back. The tingling of your fingertips gave him goose bumps. All these sensations were completely new to him.

Then, you got on your knees and put your hands on his trousers. Before getting rid of them, you gave him a glance waiting to his consent. And Niragi nodded again. Once done, you got back on your feet and guided his fingers to your own pants, encouraging him to do something besides staring at you. And with just your underwear, he lay back as you climbed in top of him.

"Don’t look at me like I scare you"

"You don´t", he assured you. "I´m just nervous. I don’t want to disappoint you"

"Get that idea out of your head because there is no way you can disappoint me. If I see you are enjoying it, I´m going to do it too"

You both kissed for a while as your hands explored each other’s body. Niragi was so shy at first but ended grabbing your breast firmly. His breathing got heavier in the moment you stroked his crotch. You got rid of your underwear and continued moving your hand up and down his length a few times. He already was completely hard and pre-cum was shining in his tip.

"How could you keep this secret away from me?"

"What are you talking about?", he asked to you but got puzzled by your naughty smile.

"I´m talking about what you hid under your pants. You are huge"

And immediately, Niragi was blush again. A pride and subtle smile appeared on his face even so. Maybe it was the first time you saw him being proud of something about himself. After the sex, you might teach him what else he should be proud of besides his dick.

"Are you meaning it?"

"Yeah, I´m just telling you the truth", you said. And when you rubbed his tip against your wetness, Niragi moaned. It was time. "Are you ready? For sure?"

"Yes, I am"

"Can you see right without your glasses?"

"Yes, for sure. I forgot about them", he said before taking them off and leaving them on the night table.

"And do you want to switch positions or something?"

"I´m good here", he answered. "And you look so pretty up there"

You smiled tenderly.

"You are the sweetest boy I ever met, Niragi"

You kissed him one more time before burring yourself in his length inch by inch. Niragi opened his mouth widely as he chocked a moan in his throat. Feeling himself completely inside of you was much more than what he could afford; the sensation was more amazing than he could have ever imagined. That´s why you gave him a few seconds to recover.

"Are you alright?"

"I have never been better"

"I´m glad to hear that"

You started moving your hips up and down slowly. His sonorous moans were music to your ears. And as you speeded up the pace, you ended moaning too. You had wanted this since your first kiss and it was so pleasant it finally happened. His hands clung to your thighs at the same time you descended to taste his lips again. Niragi barely could kiss you back, but he did his best. Nevertheless, after a few minutes, you felt his muscles tightening. You knew what that meant.

"I-I think… I am…", he scarcely could talk.

"I know. And it´s okay. I really want to see you cumming, babe"

You caressed his hair and his chest as you quickened your pace as much as you could. Niragi looked directly to your eyes, the pleasure burning in his sight and his moans filling the room. God, he was even cuter when he was such a mess.

"I love you, Y/N", he confessed in a gasp. "Damn, I…"

A louder moan prevented him from continuing to speak. As he cum, you stopped the movement of your hips gradually. And shortly afterwards, you moved from the top of Niragi to lay back in the bed next to him. You still caressed his chest with your fingertips, smiling as you observe his desperate attempts to catching his breath.

"Was it good?"

"Was even better. Better than anything", he answered, slowly turning his face to you with an exhausted smile. However, it didn't take long for him to change it to a worried grimace. "I have finished too fast, right?"

"It´s your first time. It´s normal"

"I´m sorry"

"Don’t apologize, dumbass", you refuted. "It has been great. I promise. And practice makes perfect"

You hugged him by the waist and left a warm kiss in his shoulder.

"So… that means we can repeat it some time?", he asked paused.

"I would like to. But you have had enough for today", you concluded before sitting up in the bed.  Instantly you opened your arms and nodded your head at him, telling him without words to come closer to you. "Sex is amazing but cuddle after sex is stunning too"

Although a bit reluctant, Niragi decided to accept your offer and put his head over your bared chest. His arms slowly moved until he was hugged to your body and, a pair of minutes later, Niragi took a big breath of air and let it out slowly. You continued caressing his hair and his back, hoping he didn´t fall asleep.

"You were right. It feels good too", he mumbled.

"I know, baby"

His hands clutched at your body with need, as if he never want to let you go again.

"You are the best thing in my life, Y/N. No one has ever cared about me as much as you do"

"Is that why you said that you loved me before?"

Niragi gulped on account of your words. Probably he was trying to make like if that never happened, but it did.

"I´m sorry"

"Stop apologizing"

"But I have to. It has been out of place. I was feeling so many things a-and I said it out loud, but I´m sorry"

"I´m not annoyed", you assured. "But I need you to understand that I don´t feel the same. At least not yet. Right now, I love you as a friend; falling in love takes time"

"I get it", he said, but you noticed a slightly disillusionment in is his voice.

"However… it´s also true that you are the only person who has captured my interest in a long time. So, it´s possible that it means something"

Niragi didn´t believe that anyone could ever notice him. He thought that everyone despised him; that he deserved all the hate he got; that he was only a piece of trash. And he believed that all was his fault for being born twisted. But you had proved him wrong; you had shown him the love he never had. And Niragi could never desire more.

"Like you said before… We don´t have to rush things", he murmured tentatively.

"Yeah, I agree"

***

Your day was being a complete disaster. You had a mentoring early at the morning, but it took longer than you expected and you were late for work. As a result, you had left later too and, by the time you arrived to the entrance of the public library, Niragi should have been waiting for you for more than half an hour. As you saw that he wasn´t waiting for you sitting in the stairs, a group of teenagers a few meters away caught your eye.

"So, you were hiding from us, huh?", laughed one of them.

"I told you he was here, guys", said another.

"You don´t want to spend some quality time with us after classes? We always have so much fun, don´t you think, Niragi?"

It took you a few seconds to realize that one of them had Niragi by the shoulders. He was clearly uncomfortable and these five boys should be his classmates; his bullies. They turned down the street into an alleyway and you didn´t hesitate before following them. They were too busy pushing a terrified Niragi against the wall to notice you until you raised your voice.

"Here you are, guys! It´s so nice to finally have the opportunity to meet you"

Five pairs of eyes were on you at once. They looked confused, but Niragi quickly recognised you.

"Y/N, it´s fine. You should go", he made an effort to keep his voice from trembling.

Or he didn´t want you to see what they were going to do to him, or he was afraid that they might do something to you as well.

"Do you know who she is? It´s your girlfriend or something?", asked him one of them, moody. The only thing that stood out about him was his bright yellow t-shirt.

"Huh? How is this freak going to be dating such a beautiful girl?", answered another, walking towards you with a cocky smile in his face. "Is there any problem, sweetie? I can help you with whatever you need"

"So nice to asking", you smiled too. "The truth is that my day has been awful, but I´m so lucky that you are here to make it better"

Before he could say anything, you punched him straight in the nose, making him cry out in pain as the blood began to flow. Suddenly, you kneed him in the crotch and grabbed him by the hair before he could even react.

"I assume that you, dickhead, are the leader of this deplorable gang", you said near his face. "And I am the person you should never have crossed paths with"

"You crazy bitch. I´m gonna…"

You pulled his hair harder, forcing him to shut up.

"What are you gonna do, huh?", you asked, but didn´t obtain any answer. Then you took something out of your pocket and pressed it again that boy´s crotch. His eyes widened, frightened. "Yeah, you are right, it´s a knife. So you should listen to me carefully. If I ever see Niragi again with another bruise, I´m gonna cut your disgusting little dick before you could use it at least once in your entire pathetic life"

You saw the fear reflected in his face. He was terrified. You even thought that he could pee his pants any moment.

"Have you understood what I said?"

"Yes"

"Louder! Have you understood?!"

"Yes! Yes! I promise! I won´t do it again!"

You let him go with a shove moments later. And when you put your sight in the other four kids, they seemed to be petrified.

"The threat goes to all of you", you warned them. "Does anyone have anything else to say?"

Three of them bowed their heads submissively, but the one in the yellow shirt was reluctant yet.

"There are four of us and he is just a girl. We can handle her", he told to his friends, seeking their support.

"Planning to assault a girl in group. So brave, sweetie", you answered smiling tenderly. "Anyways, I´m going to be nice and warn you that, before entering in this alleyway, I have called the police. I told them that five guys were following me down the street and I was so freaking scared. I suppose that, if they catch you, they won´t be as kind as I am being with you"

"You have kicked one of us! And threatened us!", he shouted. "I am the one who is going to report you to the police"

"It´s your word against mine; an innocent pretty little lady vs five good-for-nothing jerks. Are you sure that they are going to believe you?"

"I can´t go to jail. I´m too young", complained one of them.

"Me too. We should run"

"Maybe we can hide before police came here"

"Finally one of you says something coherent", you commented.

Moments later, without even bothering to say goodbye, they started running out of the alleyway, helping is injured leader to run as fast as them.

"Nice to meet you, guys! You were right, it has been a lot of fun with you all!", you shouted, hoping they could still hear you.

Only when you saw them turning the street, you paid attention to the person who had been in the background all this time. You were alone with Niragi, who was looking at you like if he didn´t know you. He seemed unable to process what had just happened.

"Have I gone too far with them?"

"What the… What have you done?", he finally asked bewildered.

"I´m sorry. Maybe I should ask you before doing anything by my own"

"You have threatened them with cutting his…", Niragi couldn't even finish the sentence. "Why do you have a knife?"

"It´s not a knife. It´s a comb. A pocket´s comb", you said, opening and showing it to Niragi. "But that moron was too scared to look at it. And I have sound pretty convincing"

And just like that, after a few seconds of absolute silence, Niragi did something you didn´t expected: he laughed. He laughed so hard he had to lean against the wall. You let him let it all out until, just a few minutes later, he managed to calm himself down.  You've never seen him laugh like this before. And the truth is, it was a bit strange.

"Are you feeling well?"

"Are you kidding me? It has been incredible! I´m feeling more than well", he assured you. "But, what about the police?"

"It was a lie too," you answered. "I knew they would be such cowards"

You went to your house like you supposed to do before the incident happened. Sitting on the sofa with a soda everything seemed better, but Niragi still had too many questions in his mind. He was amazed.

"They were terrified", he smiled, but his gaze soon fell upon you. "I didn´t knew you could be so… I don´t know. I couldn´t imagine you like that"

"Now you know. I guess that´s what happens when life isn´t fair with you. You learn some tricks", you mumbled. "If nobody is there for you, you must become your own saviour. And when you have so much hatred inside, your soul gets dark and rotten. That’s why I wanted to protect you before yours was too broken"

"But I don´t want you to protect me, Y/N. I want to be like you. I don´t want anyone to be able to hurt me again"

Niragi was freaking out; seemed astounded. You have never seen him like that, so full of life. You could see it in his eyes; maybe you were too late to save his kind soul. Maybe it wasn´t so kind since the beginning.

"You have enjoyed it. You didn´t just want them to stop; you wanted to fight back, to make them suffer"

Niragi bowed his head as if he were ashamed of his own thoughts. Or maybe he wasn´t ashamed of his mind at all, he only didn´t want anyone to discover all the dark things that were on it.

"There's no reason for you to lie to me. I had tried to prevent you from seeing that part of me because I didn´t want to lose you. I know I´m not a good person, Niragi, but I have no regrets about the way I am", you confessed. "And back there, in the alleyway, when your classmates left and you were looking at me, I have noticed the bulge in your pants. The situation has turned you on"

Niragi flushed and his knuckles turned white from clenching his fists in his lap.

"I can´t say out loud what´s on my mind. I´m twisted. A disgusting freak"

"Society may reject people like us. People who are so fucked up inside that only want to see the world burn. But you can be genuine with me. No matter what you say or what you do, I will never run away from you. Your dark side doesn´t scare me, Suguru"

Niragi´s eyes were wet. He always had thought that he will always be alone, but he saw a part of himself reflected on you. For the first time in his lifetime, he had been lucky to have your paths cross. And without hesitation, Niragi hugged you vehemently and you hugged him back trying to comfort him.

"Don´t ever leave me, Y/N. Please, don´t go"

"I won´t. I promise"

You felt his tears in your cheek and you held him tighter, but you allowed him to let it all out by crying. Sometimes people only need to have someone by his side; someone to love them no matter what, despite of their shortcomings. And from now on, you were going to be there for Niragi just as he was going to be there for you. Neither of you would ever be alone again.

♠️ Last Boss | Samura Takatora ♠️

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9

Guardian Angel | First Times | (wip)

Pairing: Last Boss x Reader

Genre: One-shot, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: Your journey from beginning to end with the quiet tiger.

Ronin (浪人)

Pairing: Samurai!Last Boss x Kunoichi!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: You finally meet again after a decade apart. Takatora is set on never being apart from you again. Ever.

in 2022 i just want any aib character to tell me im pretty lol. happy new year, babe

Omg I completely forgot I still had new year's drabbles in my drafts 😭😭😭 I'm so sorry baby, hope your year has been great 💖

He keeps looking at you weird. You feel like there's something on your face, and his constant staring is bordering on creepy by now. It doesn't matter where you go around the Beach, he just. Keeps. Following you.

So you do the sensible thing and keep yourself in your room, glad that at least in there you're not under the scrutiny of the scary-looking militant with the katana. It's not like he actually gave you a reason to fear him, but his appearance together with his intense gaze is enough to make your heart beat faster and your palms sweat from anxiety.

But you can't avoid him now that you're part of the same group for the games.

You do keep your distance from the rest of the group as you walk towards the game arena, keeping yourself a few meters back as everyone else discusses what the new game might be about.

Unfortunately, you soon realize he's also a fan of walking behind groups.

You keep your eyes forward as you walk side by side, trying not to get more nervous than you already are by telling yourself that this is just a coincidence, nothing else.

Not that his eyes on you help either way.

"Pretty..."

You hear it clear enough to make you do a double take before you feel yourself blush and act like he hadn't said a thing. But then you hear it again, more clear this time and together with your name.

"H-How do you know my name?" you hesitantly ask, trying not to panic at the possible reason why. Have you done something to be the target of the militants' cruelty? You hope not.

The man shrugs in response but his eyes stay on you. He doesn't look particularly threatening right now, but that means nothing in the Borderlands. You choose to move your eyes forward and keep walking, but then he speaks again, and you're not sure you heard it right.

"You're really pretty."

"Me?!"

The tone in your voice is unmistakably surprised, like what he said couldn't possibly apply to you. 'Pretty' was never a word you used when describing yourself, and hearing it from the mouth of a man as Last Boss made your cheeks heat up like a furnace.

"Yes," he nods, "you're really pretty." Then he hesitates before asking, "Why are you always alone?"

"Feel safer this way," you shrug, choosing to be honest while still processing his words. He really thinks you're pretty?

"I like being alone too."

You say nothing to that, surprised that the most silent of the militants keeps talking; is he trying to make small talk? With you, of all people? Today is being quite the day.

You walk together to the game arena, keeping yourself apart from the rest of the group as you take a phone and wait for the game to start.

A new type of anxiety starts brewing in the pit of your stomach; is this the night you die? You were able to stay alive until now, so you can only hope that it stays that way.

A light touch on your shoulder reminds you of the specter-like man still behind you, and you turn to look at him.

"You can stay with me if you want."

He says it like it's no big deal, like he was just offering you a piece of his sandwich. Like you accepting his offer won't actually save your life.

"I would like that," you give him a smile, surprised to see him smile back.

You can't help but think that, for a man that look and acts like him, he's actually surprisingly cute.

The familiar sound of the game starting echoes in the arena, and you instinctively get closer to him.

"Stay behind me," he says as you see him unsheathe his katana.

You really hope you both survive tonight.

Careful. (rottmnt mikey x reader)

requested?-no

genre- semi- angst to fluff

CW/tws- mentions of blood, violence, slightly OOC Mikey

REQUESTS OPEN!!!! PLEASE REQUEST THINGS 🙏. O need more inspo please give me ideas

Mikey's been going on one too many solo missions lately.

every day he comes back home with a new bruise, or an extra colorful bandage on his arm. frankly, you were concerned. it had never been too bad, really, until one night when he came home with an especially bad injury

tap tap tap

the telltale sound of a familiar turtle at your window had you up on your feet before you could even register what you were doing

"oh! Mikey I was wondering where you- OH MY GOD"

there he was, blood on his hands and a massive cut across his side, and a chip on the edge of his shell. what the hell happened?

"..hey y/n"

"are you ok?? oh holy shit uh- sit on my bed I've got a first aid kit in my bathroom"

quickly leading him inside, you guided him to your bed and handing him a glass of water before frantically running to your bathroom. ok- what happened? what did he get into that ended this badly? do his brothers know? maybe you should call them..

"hey y/n..?" mikey called out softly

“Yeah hun?”

"do you have a towel..? i don't wanna ruin your bedsheets.." you grabbed the first aid kit and anything else that could help him before running back into your room

'even in times like this he's so sweet..'

"don't worry about it mikey, I just wanna help you right now" you glanced down at him and gave him a small peck on the forehead while setting the first aid kit on the ground in front of the bed. kneeling down, you grabbed a damp, warm, towel from the bowl you had brought out. After wringing it out, you glanced up at your loving boyfriend and studied the stars in his eyes- a lovestruck smile on his and your features

he gazed down at you with a small smile before wincing and reminding you of the issue at hand

"Sorry Mikey.. this might hurt." you gave him an apologetic look before putting the towel directly on the cut, and putting pressure on it to stop the bleeding.

"oh f-" He whimpered out- biting on his finger to stop from making too much noise (also because he didn't want to swear in front of his girlfriend) Mikey stared down at you, tears in his eyes and a look of worry plastered on his face

"Gosh, mikey- I'm sorry, I have to stop the bleeding-" you felt so bad. you know he doesn't have the greatest pain tolerance, this must be hell. "I'm almost done with this part just hold on honey" you looked away from his face to the cut on his side, seeing that it's slowly starting to stop bleeding.

taking the towel from his side, Mikey let out a breath of relief, and grabbed your free hand

"y'know, y/n you... you don't have to do this- I can just call donnie and he can help me out-"

"no." you cut him off "I'm not letting my boyfriend just show up at my door- uh- window all bloody and bruised and not do anything about it. what kind of partner would I be?" you gently grabbed his cheek, rubbing the skin under his mask. "besides, I can't handle seeing you hurt.. I wanna be able to help you. what if- what if one day I'm not able to fix you up? I know donnie could help- it's just that sometimes I like being able to help my beautiful boyfriend" you gazed into his eyes, as he explored the depths of color in your own.

"you think I'm beautiful?" He smiled, grabbing the hand that was holding his face and giving it a kiss before looking back at you.

"THAT was what you took from my whole speech?" he smirked and gave you a peck on the nose, inches from your face as you started wrapping bandages around his waist, awkwardly leaning over him to get around his shell.

"maybe so sunshine, but I love getting pampered by a pretty girl like you." Mikey let go of your hand and did a fake hair flip, watching as you tied the bandage in disbelief.

"y'know what? I think I will call donnie. let's see what he has to say about you SNEAKING OUT again."

"WAIT Y/N PLEASE-"

There came a gentle of hum of music playing from a beaten up old radio. Today, it had been surprisingly peaceful down in the sewers.

Mikey had been wanting to bake cookies for the longest time, But his brothers, Fearing what an absolute disaster Mikey would make of the kitchen wouldn't allow it.

That was until you'd offered to watch Mikey, and clean up any messes the two of may make along the way. Which is how you now found yourself instructing the turtle on what to do, And teaching him what not to put in a cookie.

You would say your absolutely horrified when he had asked, if he can put pepperoni in the cookies, but then again, this was Mikey we're talking about.

"And you just add 1/2 halfs of baking soda,"

Y/n instructs, Handing over the red spoons which Mikey eagerly takes in his hands and fumbles around a bit. Tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth, As he finds the right one.

Your quite suprised at how focused he's been the entire baking session- Sure there's the occasional jokes or refrences to a movie you'd both watched, but the turtle was really taking this whole baking session seriously.

Turning away, You take a glance at the wrinkled paper to make certain that that would be all for the ingredients.

After deciding that they both hadn't Screwed up anything, She allows herself to turn back to Mikey, Ready to tell him that all was left was the mixing. Though the turtle seemed preoccupied with the radio now, Fingers eagerly turning up the knob on the radio with an exicted grin on his face. Immediately, you recognize the sound of metallica- But which song...?

The thought is interrupted as Mikey pulls you away from the counter without warning.

"C'mon dance with me!"

You're taken by suprise at this, But try to tell him.

"The cookies, Mike. We need to finish-"

You begin to say, But he doesn't seem to be listening, Now begining to do the waltz with an arm coming to encircle your waist with a certain gentleness.

With the roll of your eyes, You give in- Despite the song itself not being one that most would usually dance along to.

After a few twirls, And even twirling Mikey around as well.

It takes a bit of focus, And when Mikey pulls you close momentarily, You understand finally that the song playing is 'Enter sandman.' A mystery now sloved as Mikey hums, Continuing to dance around with you slowly.

"Uh Mikey-"

The warning isn't fast enough, As

The turtle's shell bumps into the counter, And from the top shelf falls the flour, caking the once green turtle in a sheet of white.

The females laughter is loud, Disruptive to the peace as she tries asking if the turtle is okay, But only ends up choking on air and laughter in the end.

"Har har..."

Mikey mocks and briefly you think you've hurt his feelings.

"If you think this is funny, Wait till you get a load of this!"

A yell escapes your lips, As you wriggle out of his grasp, but not fast enough to avoid the white powder being tossed like a snowball at you.

Well... So much for keeping the kitchen clean.

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ♡ 𝘏𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘴

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❥ REQUESTED: Anonymous

❥ REQUEST:

"Can I request all of the rise bro's (separate hc's) with nb s/o who gives them lap pillows and forehead kisses? Fluff fluff fluff pls"

❥ WARNINGS: None!

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♡ Melts at any type of affection you give him but specifically these two actions make his heart pound in his chest so much

♡ Like- He actually has to kneel down for you to be able to kiss his forehead? Because of his height you usually make yourself taller by standing on top of something such as the couch; Raph, finds it very cute of you

♡ Fun fact, I personally like to believe that Raph enjoys receiving most of his smooches from you on his forehead out of anywhere else

♡ As for lap pillows...

♡ LOVES IT ‼️

♡ As much as he loves to hold you protectively in his arms, this big dude deserves to be held just much as well!

♡ His physical body frame has its pros and cons, BUT when he lays his head on your lap it's makes him feel so loved and so much smaller than he actually is

♡ Most people would be quick too assume that he'd be the one always big spooning and such, which they'd be right sometimes

♡ But whenever he gets to enjoy moments like these with you it makes him feel so so so so so giddy! His stomach fluttering with butterflies as he lays his head on your lap

♡ He had a long day❓ Loves nothing more than to lay his head on your lap as you ask him about his day, what he was up too, and how your own day was. You may or may not know it but just being able to do this with you makes so much of the stress on his shoulders disappear

♡ Not only can you give him lap pillows, you could also give Raph his forehead kisses! It just makes this whole experience even better for him to be honest 😊

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♡ Mikey already loves and appreciates anything romantic you do for him! He treasures any precious memory that is with you as every small thing counts

♡ Probably lets out a small squeal or has a beaming smile on his face after he receives a small kiss on the top of his head from you. Depends on the situation, like he just won his favorite video game

♡ In return he'll kiss you all over your face as well! You deserve to get some love dovey kisses from him as well otherwise it wouldn't be fair

♡ Love and I mean LOVES when you give him lap pillows! Mikey just loves that his upper view when he lays on your lap is just you

♡ When laying on your lap he just enjoys you and himself rambling to each other about your special interests, how your day was, and other sweet conversation stuff!

♡ His favorite times to lay on your lap is when you're both watching or having a movie night.

♡ Something about it just feels awesome to him as he will look up at you throughout periods of the movie and make comments or ramble about the movie, especially the characters

♡ "(Y/N)! Did you see that! That dude totally got his butt kicked by that other dude!" He points and does exaggerated hand movements lmao

♡ Will sometimes fall asleep on your lap, hope you don't mind that

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♡ Takes every single kiss you give him as an award for how awesome of a boyfriend he is too, so Leo wouldn't mind kisses anywhere on his face as long as you're giving him some sort of loving affection

♡ Nothing else to comment other than the fact he always has a very big and proud smirk on his face after every smoochie woochie you give him

♡ Leonardo loves to be the bigger spoon and be the one to give you all of the acts of affection such as cuddling, being the big spoon, etc. It makes him feel like he is protecting you and that he is such a knight in shining armor; your knight in shining armor

♡ Though, whenever it's his time to be held he acts all pouty.

♡ Claims that he doesn't want to be the smaller spoon but his actions say otherwise. Psst...secretly, enjoys being held by you but won't openly admit to it because he has a very prideful ego.

♡ So, whenever you are giving him lap pillows he tends to whine a bit the first minute but then stops after a minute

♡ Snuggles his head into your lap as he lightens the mood by telling you some of his dad jokes, oneliners, punchlines, etc

♡ Another thing, he enjoys hearing you talk more than he likes talking himself. Like to listen to you talk about everything and anything you like, dislike, etc as you mess with the tails of his mask. Maybe...it's because he stated more than once that you have an angelic voice

♡ Doesn't realize it but he lays on your lap more than he planned. 5 minutes? My guy, it's been a whole hour!

♡ Whenever you eventually try to get up Leo starts making excuses for you to stay for a bit extra

♡ "Wait! You know- all of sudden I have this very big and very bad headache and I need a something soft to rest my head on-"

♡ Dramatically puts a hand up to his forehead for extra effect 🙌

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♡ Donnie used to scrunch up his face a bit whenever you planted a kiss on his forehead. It's not because he didn't like it, but because he isn't used to such affection like that, and now with how often you do it he's gotten used to it and stopped that repetitive reaction

♡ Donnie kisses your forehead back. He just feels the very strong need and urge to give you something back in return or else it'll bug him for the rest of the day

♡ Openly shows that he loves your lap pillows that you give him, probably way more than his brothers in my opinio

♡ Bro is literally a workaholic and it'd make sense as to why he loves to lay his head on your lap so much.

♡ He'll ramble about his next greatest invention to you, all his ideas, plans, etc and what makes it even better is that you actually listen to him as he rambles!

♡ This action almost becomes a daily thing due to how much Donnie loves it! For many reasons too: You listen, you compliment him, you give him some ideas for a next big tech project, give him constructive criticism, etc

♡ Leo and the rest of his brothers are surprised but also thankful of you to listen to their dear brother talk about his interests.

♡ Like- How are you able to listen to him talk and keep about such boring [their words not mine] science-y things that they can barely even comprehend, and now they don't have to be the ones to listen

♡ "Darling (Y/n)! You have yet again given me another brilliant idea. Oh, I could just kiss you!"

♡ And he does lol

♡ Like everyone else, Donnie enjoys it whenever you talk to him about stuff too!

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The rottmnt movie was so sick and twisted how am I supposed to show my face in public after that

Teddy: Part 4

A/N: This is filled with fluff, serotonin and a smidgen of sexy...beware.

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“You took that tonight?” Raphael’s lips grazed Y/n’s hairline before he shifted to view the picture closer. The bed protests in his wake but Raphael had already stated that he was going to get Donnie back over here to help him build a more stable bed. This one wasn’t going to cut it. Y/n responded with a laugh thinking that Raph was simply trying to flirt but she was quickly silenced by the look in his eye. Oh god dammit, she thought as she felt the familiar pull of desire fall below her belly. She loved the way that he made her feel and he made her feel a lot. Pressing her lips to his cheek she nuzzled back onto his arm, holding the phone above her head as the picture of Him and Jamie were displayed before them. 

“Send it to me,” she smiled before he watched her swipe up, picking his contact. Fireball? Raphael smirked at the name then smiled as he saw a fire and a turtle emoji beside the name. He watched as she clicked send on the picture and he couldn’t help the bubble that swelled in his chest. 

Sometime while he was entertaining Jamie, Y/n had snuck a picture and he was baffled. She recounted the memory with such care and fondness, never once pointing out the fact that Raph looked like a bull in a china shop; or well, an over six-foot tall mutant turtle in a small New York kitchen. He didn’t belong. Nothing about him screamed for a world or relationship that was built by normalcy. That fact alone, was going to be a difficult hump to get through but, if Y/n remained by his side, he thinks he may have a shot. His arms tightened around her as she snuggled deeper against his chest. He was so cuddly, she was slotted against him while she scrounge around all available pillows and comforters to accommodate his shell so he was comfortable. 

Tonight had been one for the books. So much happened in the span of a few hours. Raphael had met and bonded with Jamie, Y/n met his brothers and then he got the chance to leave Y/n and him absolutely breathless. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as he recounted tonight’s earlier session. 

It hadn’t taken them long to do what he has dreamt of for months now. Pushing her against the door was a great idea, she had yelped when the cool, winter-chilled glass pressed into her heated flesh. Her body instinctively arched into his which only spurred him on more. His large hands mapped out the path he’s fantasies about, traveling from her knee, cupping up her thigh before gripping her soft ass in his rough hands. The moan that left him at the feel of her in his hands was swallowed down by Y/n as her tongue swiped against his. Their mouths adjusted, finding the perfect angle to dominate each other, they switched roles constantly until he broke off; leaving a trail of kisses and nips down her neck, before latching onto her exposed shoulder; while his hand squeezed her breast, thumb swiping over a hardened nipple. He loved the way the flesh would squish and pop out from below her top. It was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen until he locked eyes with her. Her breath had come in puffs, cheeks flushed, eyes darkened, lids heavy and looking absolutely ravaged. Seeing the way she had become such a beautiful mess below his hands made his body react. His hips ground into her core and pushed her even deeper against the balcony door. The motion caused a moan to escape as her head lolled to the side, allowing him more access to the thoroughly loved flesh of her neck. His hips jutted again and the grip she had on his biceps created a delicious ache, he knew that she’d be leaving her mark just as well as he was. Their desire was burning bright and burning fast which is why, thinking back Raphael was cursing himself for what he did next.

The heat of the moment was frozen instantly when Raphael felt Y/n play with the belt around his waist, her lithe fingers grazed the sensitive flesh of his hip. His sober mind slingshotted back, giving him whiplash. Reality kicked in. He was in Y/n’s apartment, kissing her as if she was the air he breathed and she just about…uh, fuck. Raphael adjusted her weight until she was hugged to his chest, he was pissed that he choked, his nerves going haywire now that he’s been able to breathe something other than their shared air. Y/n accepted the change in position, her breath tickled the sensitive flesh of his neck as she let out a string of quiet giggles. 

“I think,” another intake of air to regulate her breathing, “this is a good place to stop,” lifting her head she saw the question in his eyes and finished, “for now, Red.” Y/n placed three gentle kisses to his exposed neck to let him know that it was all okay, her body was exhausted and her sleep deprivation was catching up to her. She wanted Raphael but she also wanted sleep. Oh the choices, can’t I have both? Now there’s an idea. 

“Heh, yeah, uh I should…we…” Raphael wasn’t sure what he should do, this was all so very new to him. Sure he’s seen this type of stuff in Mikey’s RomComs but this, Y/n, was different. He wasn’t some sexy, buff male with washboard abs and a killer tan. No, he was a big ass mutant turtle who practiced ninjitsu and only knew about a handful of humans. She lifted her head, placing a kiss to his cheek, then the corner of his mouth before tapping his biceps with a quiet, “I need to stretch,” to which he helped unhook her from around his waist and steadied her until she got feeling back in her toes. Raphael tried not to watch her to gauge what he was supposed to do next. He felt so awkward, and out of place just standing in her living room and looking down at her. Thank god she had been the first to break the brief silence. 

“So…would it be too much if I asked you to stay?” Y/n looked up at Raph, loving the view of him looking absolutely flustered. Having the power to make someone so massive feel breathless and disheveled was intoxicating. She still had his mask gripped in her left hand and could see a dark purple bruise where his jaw met his neck. She couldn’t help the smirk that spread across her face at him wearing her mark; by the way her neck had its own dull throb, she couldn’t wait to see what he had left. Raphael’s barreled chest expanded with each breath and in her fevered mind she wanted to resume her perch against him and memorize each stroke and texture that littered his skin. 

“I’d like that.” Raphael remembers sending a text to Leo to not wait up and that he’d be back tomorrow and surprisingly Leo texted back with a simple ‘okay.’ Raphael was too damn happy to question it so he tucked his phone back into his shorts and called it a night. 

This led to where Y/n and him are at now. She had washed up and changed into another pair of leggings, a new sweatshirt, and thick wool socks. After some trial and error they collected the needed pillows and blankets before finding their groove. Now, it was just past five in the morning and both parties were beyond exhausted, both mentally and physically. So much had happened within the past six hours and sleep was calling to both of them. Tangled together, each finding peace as they drifted off, both dreaming of this new beginning. 

——

Y/n’s alarm blared, was it 9am already? Y/n attempted to shift but was quickly brought to life to the realization that she was not alone, his groggy voice rocked her core. 

“Hmm, shut up Mike,” Raphael’s sleepy grumble rumbled, a small string of drool stuck at the corner of his lips as he slept on his chest. Y/n smiled to herself, her body becoming obnoxiously aware of her current position. Raphael’s left arm was wrapped possessively around her waist, their legs intertwined while her right hand had snuck just past his waistband, cupping the top part of his sculpted ass. #blessed, thank you ninjitsu. Y/n snuggled closer, her eyes drifting closed to hopefully get a few more minutes of shut eye before, 

“Mommy,” oh Jamie, baby, I love you…shh. 

“Yes baby?” Y/n tried to sit up knowing her little boy had just walked into her room but Raphael’s arm was heavy and she wasn’t completely awake yet. 

“Can I sleep with you?” How could she say no when he was so adorable? But this was new territory for her, she wasn’t in bed alone this time.

“Yes sweetie, come here, but be quiet, we don’t —,” no sooner did the words leave her mouth before Jamie had jumped onto the bed, straddling her and Raph’s legs. Raphael’s only movement was a twitch of his large foot and another grumble condemning Mikey. 

“Raphie!” Jamie exclaimed, clearly awake and energetic. Before Y/n could advise against it, Jamie jumped and landed on Raphael’s shell with a dull thump. 

“Mornin’ killa’,” Raph’s grumbled reply was a choked chuckle as the lil’ turd that was perched on his back wiggled around. 

“Honey, it’s not nice to jump on people,” Y/n reached for Jamie’s arm but he swatted it away and tried to crawl farther away on the expansive shell below him. 

“It’s alright babe,” babe? Glancing back she saw Raph’s bright amber eyes sparkle in the early morning glow. She’s never seen him in the daylight like this, he’s absolutely beautiful. She couldn’t help it when her arm lifted instinctively, cupping his jaw, thumb caressing his cheek, a smile breaking across her sleepy face. 

“Good morning to you too, babe,” his signature smirk spread across his lips as she said that with a wink, lightly tapping his cheek. Both were broken from their brief trance by a soft grunt from the large turtle when the little boy atop his shell stood up. 

“I’m the king of da world!” Little Jamie threw his arms up into the air before an ornery look was tossed towards his mom. 

“Jamie, don’t you—,”

“YAY!” Too late, lil’ squirt. 

The little bugger jumped from Raph’s shell into Y/n’s arm with a high-pitched squeal. Y/n’s laughter shook the room as she descended an onslaught of tickles on the unsuspecting boy. Raphael looked on, not quite believing that this wasn’t all just a dream. He’s never entertained the idea of having a family of his own, but now, it was embedded in his mind. Jamie’s laugh was contagious and Y/n looked like a beautiful, disheveled dream, basking in the morning sun. Raphael shifted his weight onto his side, he’s never really experienced the early morning sun but as it broke past the curtains and landed onto the two people he has grown fond of, he quickly became a fan. 

As the giggles and tickling seized, Y/n stood, picking Jamie up and talked about making breakfast. This morning and everything from last night was just so…perfect, Raphael was in need of a breather. 

“I’ll help ya in a second,” he called, not moving from the bed as he felt as if an invisible weight was holding him down. She tossed him a wink before turning, not leaving before saying, 

“No rush, I gotta get Jamie all cleaned up then…waffles?” She questioned, turning back towards the small boy in her arms. 

“WAFFLES!” Jamie’s cry could be heard from down the hall as Raphael’s eyes never left the doorway they just left from. 

Rolling onto his back, arms stretching before interlocking his hands behind his head, reality started to kick in. He was in a woman’s bed, and had slept in her bed, with her! They had kissed, touched then kissed some more. She had willingly kissed him, no fear, only a look that he’s only seen in movies. She had called him handsome after removing his mask, he had felt so naked but the look in her eyes, and the way she had licked her plush lips in the process…With an audible groan Raphael grabbed her pillow, cradling it to his face letting out another string of muffled moans. Who was he kidding? Raphael was having an internal struggle, he didn’t know what to do, didn’t want to fuck anything up. Wanted her to be happy but what if she only had kissed him out of pity? But, if it was out of pity why had she kept kissing and touching him? It wasn't pity. No, no, you don’t look at someone the way she did out of pity…You don’t tell someone the things they told each other last night if it was just a one-night thing…right? Raphael continued his tumultuous and torturous questioning in his head. Unknown to him, Y/n was having a similar internal breakdown just a few feet away in the bathroom. 

“Mommy, is Raphie staying for breakfast?” Jamie’s big eyes looked up as she helped him pull up his little sweatpants.

“Would it be okay if he did?” Y/n adored the excited look and the instant yes that Jamie all but yelled in the small bathroom. 

“Alright bugger,” his ornery face scrunched as his arms crossed over his chest, “ready for breakfast?” He nodded his head before be-lining out the bathroom without a look back. 

Y/n stayed back, kneeling on the cool bathroom floor as her mind raced. She was so happy, so irrevocably happy. Thinking back to how Raphael looked so calm and relaxed beside her, in bed, gave way to a new round of butterflies in the pit of her stomach. She hasn’t slept that good in a long time but she must admit, since kissing him, her dreams had become more carnal in nature. She doesn’t remember much from her sexy dream except they had been in a similar position that they had been against the balcony door, only this time completely naked, his teeth sunk into her shoulder as he repeated over and over that she was his…’mine, mine, mine.’ The desire to have him be slightly possessive over her had sent a shock to her system and it’s all she could think about. 

“Mommy, I want WAFFLES!” 

Hearing his cry from the kitchen was like a bucket of ice-cold water. Shaking from her thoughts, she stood, stretched then walked to the sink to dowse her face with water to cool off. Yes, breakfast, get your mind out the gutter you horn dog!

“Ya gotta be patient, squirt,” she heard Raphael’s voice, quietly calm and when she turned to walk into the kitchen she stopped. Raphael had Jamie up on the counter and was splitting a banana together. It was a heartwarming sight and she liked how he treated Jamie. 

“But I want waffles,” lil’ Jamie groaned, kicking his feet against the island but quickly stopped when Raph side-eyed him. 

“And I want a new bike but to get something you want, ya gotta work for it, right?” 

“Uh…yeah?” Jamie’s little voice was hesitant before he took another bite of banana that Raphael handed him. 

“So if you want waffles, know what ya gotta do?” Raph gently nudged the boy before tossing the banana skin into the trash. 

“Help mommy?” 

“Good idea,” Raph held out his fist and Jamie returned the fist bump with an audible, “ka-boom!” 

“Alright kiddo, where does your Mom keep her mixing bowls?” Jamie’s panicked, wide eyes that were paired with a shrug caused Raph to laugh before turning to open random cabinets. 

Y/n took that as her cue to enter the kitchen.

“Didn’t take you for a cook?” She teased as she walked towards the cabinet that held her mixing bowls, she grabbed the biggest before asking Raph to grab the eggs from the fridge. 

“Eh, Mikey usually makes breakfast, I usually just cook the meats but I can make pancakes, waffles are basically the same thing right?” 

Conversation continued as the three shared tasks to make the most amazing waffles ever, according to Jamie. After Jamie and Raph’s little conversation about working for something you want, Jamie offered to help wash dishes if that meant he could watch cartoons. It was adorable and a great way to introduce small tasks to him. Washing dishes together was a task, Jamie wanted all the bubbles and an impromptu bubble beard contest ensued. It was comical to see Raph with a Santa beard and ‘hair’. Jamie had big eyebrows and a large bubble-stache that resulted in sucking up a few bubbles in his nose. Everything was good as he coughed a little before giggling uncontrollably, the rest of the morning was filled with Jamie wondering if he could burp bubbles or if he farted would they turn into bubbles? Boys. 

The morning was going swimmingly and they were all about to sit on the couch to watch some cartoons when a knock was heard. Y/n scrunched her face, wondering who it could be, Raph dipped back into her room just in case. Peaking through the peephole she saw that it was Mrs. Cheryl. Great.

“Good morning Mrs. Cher—,” 

“Yes, yes good morning dear, is Jamie ready?” 

“Ready?” Confused was an understatement, what was Jamie supposed to be ready for? 

“Dear, we planned a few weeks ago that I would be taking Jamie and my two great granddaughters to get their pictures with Santa…” The old woman eyed her up and down and Y/n wondered if Mrs. Cheryl could see the love bite Raph had left in the crook of her neck, just above her shoulder. Worried about the impending judgment, Y/n made to adjust the neck of the hoodie, but as her fingers adjusted the fabric, Cheryl spoke. 

“It is none of my business but maybe next time you don't have that where your son could see them, huh?” 

“He’s five—,” a quick jolt of anger rang through her, making her fingers tingle. Seriously, what made this woman hate me so much? 

“Give me ten minutes and I can have him ready, I forgot that it was this weekend,” Y/n motioned for the woman to enter the apartment before closing the door behind her. 

“Jamie,” 

“Yes Mommy?” 

“Want to get your picture with Santa?” 

“YES!” 

“Alright lil’bug, let’s go get your dressed and you’ll be going with Mrs. Cheryl and her two granddaughters.”

“Great, granddaughters,” Cheryl corrected from her spot on the couch as she clutched her purse tighter to her chest, mumbling something negative about the cartoon that was on the television. 

“Great granddaughters,” Y/n emphasized sarcastically which caused Jamie to giggle even if she knew he didn’t understand, it was still funny. Y/n carried Jamie back toward the bedrooms, stopping at his to grab his clothes, they made their way to her room. 

Sneaking in through the door, Y/n laughed at the sight of Raphael tucked between her wall and the bed on the far side of the room. 

“Comfy?” She teased, peering over the edge of the bed to see him all but smooshed in the small space. It was comical to see such a large man try to fit in such a small space. 

“Hardy har har,” he grumbled as he un-wedged himself from the tight area. 

“Okay, so Jamie is going to get his pictures taken with Mrs. Cheryl and her granddaughters…” Y/n explained as Raphael was turned towards the wall to give her and Jamie some privacy as she changed the boy. 

“Jamie,” 

“Yeah?” 

“I need you to promise me something,” how should I broach this subject?

“Okay!” He was so excited, despite where this conversation was leading too.

“Can you keep a secret?” Raphael perked up, curious at what Y/n was about to ask Jamie to keep a secret. 

Jamie nodded his head vigorously, his body vibrating with anticipation as he began to jump in the same spot.  

“Raphie,” Raphael’s ears perked up at the sound of his old childhood nickname falling from her lips. Did Mikey tell her? Donnie? Leo wouldn’t…would he? “It is our secret, no one can know about your awesome friend okay?” 

“But, why?” Jamie’s face looked so heartbroken and that alone sent a pang straight to Raph’s heart. I’m sorry lil’ man. Raph was quickly bummed over being here for this conversation but knew that it was bound to happen eventually. 

“Raphie is special, special like Superman or Batman…” At that, Jamie’s eyes went wide, a huge smile across his face. 

“Really?” Could his eyes or his grin, possibly, get any bigger? 

“That’s why I gotta wear this.” Raphael gestured towards his signature red mask, not quite believing that Y/n was trying to compare him to superheroes. 

“Yeah, and we need your help to make sure no one knows so that Raph can come back…” Gosh I’m not sure if this is the right move… Y/n wrestled with herself before feeling a pressure on her shoulder. Looking up, she was thankful for Raphael’s calm demeanor and it helped ease her racing mind. 

“Think ya can do that lil’ man?” 

“Uh-huh!” Jamie jumped before Raph caught him in his arms, lifting him up before tossing him in the air, eliciting another contagious string of giggles from the small boy.

“Okay, ya ready big guy? Ready to meet Santa?”

“Uh-Huh! I know what I want for Christmas.” 

“I’m sure you do lil’ bug.” Y/n grabbed him from Raph’s arms and as her fingers brushed his textured skin, she felt flutters in her belly. Jamie wasn’t paying attention as he looked at the floor, rambling on about what he wanted for Christmas. Raphael took it as an opportunity to lean down and place a quick kiss to Y/n forehead and he couldn’t help but smirk at the blush that stained her cheeks. 

“Say goodbye, buddy”

“Bye Raphie!” His tiny hand waved vigorously as he looked over his mother’s shoulder. 

“See ya kid.” He waved back, watching as the two individuals disappeared back through the doorway. This time Raph had followed them to the edge of her bedroom door, leaning against it. He heard that old Cheryl woman’s crinkly voice complain that Y/n took a long time. Damn that woman is a kill-joy. The next few sounds were of goodbyes, kisses and the door opening and closing. He exited the bedroom to see Y/n leaning against the door with a deep sigh on her lips. 

“Hey beautiful,” Raph was leaning against the island, a smirk on his face as he pulled a pack of fruit snacks from, who knows where. Ironic, Y/n thought as she looked at the man in front of her looking like a damn snack himself. 

“Hey yourself, handsome.” Y/n flirted back, pushing away from the door, walking straight to only stop a few feet away. Despite the fact she had looked forward to spending this morning with both him and Jamie, she couldn’t help the fluttering of her heart at being alone with him, again. 

“Seems we’re alone, again.” He wiggled his brow ridges that were hidden below his red mask, a tantalizing smirk spread across his lips. Her mouth became dry to which she licked her lips, hoping for a type of reprieve. 

“Looks like it.” She took a final step before, eyeing him with the help of the morning sun that breaks through the white linen curtains. She regarded him in the sunlight, she’s never seen him during the day and he was a sight to behold. He was bare of any straps, weapons and armor. The only cloth was that of his black shorts, the thick belt and the strips of fabric he had wrapped around his wrists, knees and ankles. He was so unbelievably massive. His skin had a deep green shade that seemed to glow gold in the sun's light. 

“So…” They said in unison, causing both to break out in large smiles but Raphael had already made up his mind. Surprising her, he gripped her waist, hoisting her up until she sat on the island, trapped between his legs. His large form caged her in, arms on either side of her body which left nowhere to go as he leaned in. It should have been logical to fear him at this moment, the sheer size of his muscles and chest were forcing her to lean back on her elbows. Yet, there was no fear, she knew he’d never hurt her, he was her cuddly teddy bear. But, with the intensity of his gaze, he didn’t look so cuddly, no, he looked like he wanted to dive in and never resurface.

“You gonna kiss me or not?” Their faces were mere inches away and she could almost taste the sticky sweetness of the maple syrup from earlier. 

“Eager?” The look on her face did something to him and he felt the same as he did last night with her pressed between his body and her balcony door. 

“Very.” Her lids heavy, a sense of deja-vu surfaced, their positioning feeling somewhat familiar and for a brief second, she swore she could still feel the cool glass of the balcony door press against her back. 

Raphael chuckled, dropping his head to nuzzle against her hairline before kissing the edge. 

“You missed,” she grumbled as she turned to chase his lips, but he was too quick. 

“Nu-uh,” was his deep reply as he lifted to grip her chin as he brushed along her temple until kissing the shell of her ear. Oh, she mewled, eyes closing as a rush of tingles rushed through her, causing her toes to curl. At the feel of his warm breath breaking over her sensitive skin she shivered, another tingle of delight burst in her belly. 

“Tease,” Y/n moaned as she stretched her neck away from his soft lips, trying to gain some reprieve, thinking of ways to get back at him. 

His only reply was a deep, vibrating sound that she has never heard before but it ricocheted through her trembling body before stoking the fire deep in her belly. She could feel the familiar deep throb of her want come to life. Her thighs pressed together, her leggings slippery atop the counter only made the friction more troublesome. Her weight shifted again and he gripped her waist to steady her movements. What he wasn’t expecting was her leg to lift, knee bending before her foot pressed against his plastron. Clicking her tongue, she gave him a devious smile.

“What do you want?” Her eyes followed his every move, dropping to watch the rapid rise and fall of his chest. 

“A repeat of last night?” The quizzical look in his eyes paired with his mischievous grin caused her heart rate to pick up; remembering the way he had her pinned to the door last night. She was more than ready to have him like that against her again, pressed tight, feeling his toned body flex with each hard breath. 

“That so, big guy, what was it that you said earlier?” Feigning innocence, she teased further, “you want something, you gotta work for it?” She teased further, loving the look of realization on his gorgeous face. 

Raphael’s eyes widened before a massive grin broke over his face. Ugh, he looks so good when he does that. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks before it bled down her chest. 

“Ya stalkin’ me now?” 

“Maaaybe?” Her grin broke into uncontrollable laughter as his large fingers danced against the curved edge of her covered waist, tickling her into a gasping fit of giggles. 

“Ra—Raph! HAhahaHA! Okay! Okieee!” She squealed, her body convulsed and vibrated against his, her legs involuntarily spread to trap him between her thighs, her heels tucked under his shell, bringing him closer. The giggles stopped, their eyes locked before Raph licked the top of his bottom lip as he gazed down at the woman he had trapped against the top of her counter. Y/n jutted her chin up towards him, her eyes darkened, lids heavy; her face covered by the hovering shadow of the man above her. She gasped a little when he pressed a soft, almost chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth. Turning her head she chased his wide, warm, lips, kissing him gingerly against his jaw before he closed the short distance. With a small moan, she felt his hips shift before something hot and large burned against the inside of her thigh. Wait, was that…oh hot damn, her head exploded as she came to terms with how she was currently affecting him. With a deep sound, she felt his cock pulse against her thigh as his lips left hers. 

Shit, he didn’t dare move afraid that if he did he’d be completely undone. He refused to look at her, pissed at himself for losing control and afraid he scared her. He started to lift away from her flattened body thinking of anything but the gorgeous woman below him. Only to be pulled back down. He wasn’t expecting Y/n, lifting onto her elbows, capturing his lips again.

“Where you going?” She whined, trailing one, two, three more kisses along his jawline. Engaging her core, she lifted the remaining way up until she was chest to barreled chest and threw her arms around his shoulders. He was losing himself in her embrace, his hands slid across the top of the counter top before gripping the covered flesh of her thighs, kneading the muscle. His tight grip pulled her closer, there was no space left between them as her feet adjusted below his shell to get a better perch against him. Their combined breathing became hot, as they lost themselves, each attempting to gain the upper hand as lips and teeth nipped at the other. Raph wasn’t sure how much more he’d be able to handle but that thought was broken when he heard one of the sexiest sounds of his entire life. Y/n whimpered. Whimpered! With a pained groan, Raphael broke apart, unhooked her ankles and pushed away from the island as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Uh, we, uh—we gotta talk,” Raphael shook out his arms, flicking his fingers out as if to stretch before interlocking them up behind his head. His pent up feelings had become too much and he needed to know what they were, if anything, before anything went too far. He wasn’t sure how he’d accept the rejection after getting a taste of the voluptuous woman in front of him. She was still sprawled atop the counter, her thighs still spread as her feet dropped to lazily lay on the stools to either side. Looking like a delicious mess of sex and desire. 

“Talk…” Y/n swallowed as she took a breath in an attempt to settle her breathing. Her hair was mused along with the fabric of her hoodie and leggings. Her wool socks had rolled below her heels, barely hanging on her delicate toes. 

“Yeah, uh…I can’t believe I’m sayin’ this,” Raphael mumbled the last part as a hand slid down his face with an accompanied, pained groan.

Y/n’s heart started to beat faster, not with desire but with anxiety of the unknown. She wasn’t sure what Raphael was thinking and she was worried that he was about to pull away, leaving her wanting more. She sat up fully, adjusted her clothes, finger combing through her hair before readying herself for the serious conversation that was inevitably going to happen. 

“Okay, let’s talk,” her eyes lifted and watched as his throat flexed before he locked her across the way. 

“What are we, this—,” he gestured to the space between them. He shouldn’t have been surprised by how blunt and gruff he sounded but this was new territory. 

Oh, I thought… “I thought we were…” her eyes dropped to her hands that fidgeted in her lap.

“Thought we were, what?” Raphael’s eyes widened as he felt a bubble rise in his throat. 

Y/n started to ramble, trying to explain what she thought they were; recounting what she had told him last night and how she meant every word. He cursed himself for not catching on to her words at the time, but the memory clouded his brain. He remembers telling her that he wanted her and she had said ‘Then have me. I’m all yours, Raphael.’

“I guess thinking back, it wasn’t very clear but…I’m okay with it, if you are…” Y/n offered, feeling shy as her belly felt like a bundle of nerves unraveling. Still not labeling what she was referenced but knew that she wanted to be his, label or not. 

Raphael had a better idea at what she was insinuating but he wanted to hear her say it. 

“And, what is ‘it’?” He adored the way her face dyed crimson through her blush, followed the reddening trail as it disappeared below her hoodie. 

“Us…dating,” Y/n felt like a schoolgirl who had just confessed to her all time crush, she felt so silly with how cheesy this all sounded. 

“So, yer tellin’ me that I have a girlfriend?” He lifted his head then, his chest bristled with pride as he gazed at her sideways before squaring his shoulders. 

“And I, now, have a boyfriend.” Smirking, he closed the space between them, gathering her in his arms and resumed their previous exploration, with a goal to pull another whimper from her lips.

Part 3:

Teddy: Part 3

A/N: THANK YOU! The feedback I have received has been so unexpected and so appreciated! This was originally only going to be a one shot but it has grown into so much more. I hope you all enjoy and thank you for sticking around! Now, let's see what life has in store for good 'ol Raphie shall we? P.S: Slight NSFW is present towards the end

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Silence. 

The only sounds that one could hear was the bustling city below. The sound of a cat screech, a dog’s bark, car horns honking incessantly. The sounds of New York clattered about until they reached the rooftops where a fiery tension was burning.

Raphael stood stock still, his breathing rapid as his whole body tensed as he was processing the fact that 1. His brothers were here, 2. They know about Y/n and Jamie, 3. He was getting more and more pissed off by the second because he couldn’t read ol’ Fearless’s face. 

“So, uh, anybody gonna talk about it?” Mikey quipped, moving to stand between his two eldest brothers, arms outstretched as if he was physically grabbing the tight-rope of tension that spread across the rooftop. 

The silence continued. Michelangelo looked back and forth between his brothers while Donnie stood watch, hands draped lazily over the staff he leaned against. He was calculating the chances of his brothers making it off this roof without a fight…hypothesis: 0%. 

“So this is where you’ve been disappearing off to? Playing house with a human?” Leonardo sneered, his frustration rolled from his chest and rippled through the tense muscles of his forearms as they spread in annoyance. 

That wasn’t the right thing to say, thought Mikey, as Raphael moved a few steps closer to Leo.

“Yeah, what of it? You stalkin’ me now?” He growled as he was a foot away from Mikey’s outstretched hand which was the only thing separating him from Leo. Raphael could feel the bile rise in his throat. He understood why Leo was pissed, this wasn’t the first time he had done something that pissed his eldest brother off. 

“What the hell Raph! What happened to ‘we live in the shadows, completely unseen,’” Leo spoke evenly, stepping closer until his plastron was against Mikey’s hand. Mikey was in the ‘pain range,’ but he wasn’t going to allow his brothers to go until they talked this out. Standing his ground, Mikey’s head was on a swivel, gaging each of his brothers, waiting for the next move. Patiently waiting for the blow-up. 

“What about your brothers? Your Sensei? The fact that our entire existence is supposed to remain unknown! And what’s with the kid?” Leonardo exclaimed, he tried staying calm but every possible situation was playing through his head. There was too much unknown that left him uneasy. This wasn’t a game, they weren’t normal so why the hell did Raphael insist to be a part of a society that wouldn’t accept them? 

“You. Leave. Jamie, out of this.” The deep, guttural growl that left Raph’s chest and rumbled the entire roof. Mikey felt his brother’s anger ripple in his barreled chest and wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. Raphael’s chest bolstered, Fearless didn’t get it, probably never would with how far that stick is shoved up his ass. 

“Then what about that woman? You think that she’d ever truly accept you? You can’t —.” Leonard’s words drifted to the wayward side as they sunk in. Yeah, that hit a bit deep, Michelangelo worried that something was about to happen and by the way Leo keeps putting his foot in his mouth, it’ll happen sooner than later.

“What if she does, is that so bad? What if she makes me think there is more for us out there? Huh! That we can have a shot at normal. She’s my shot at normal and I ain’t wastin’ it!” Amber eyes narrowed as he knew that Leo wasn’t going to let this go but, dammit. Fuck him. 

“We’ll never be normal. You need to accept that, us, your brothers, and sensei are all you got. Are you willing to risk that over a woman you barely know?”

“I know Y/n enough—,”

“Oh yeah, for what? The six months you’ve known her?” 

“How’d ya—,” That stopped Raphael, how long have they known? His eyes jumped between each brother that stood before him. Donatello had a broken side smile before dropping his eyes. Of course Genius figured it out. His eyes continued, landing on his youngest brother who wore a nervous smile as his baby-blues switched between him and the ground. Lastly, his hot amber eyes landed back on his Leader, storm clouds and fire clashed in a rage. 

“Donnie’s known, for five months, Mikey for one and I just found out tonight. What. The. Hell. Raph! We are a TEAM and I am your leader. You should’ve told me.” 

“Oh what, like you’d understand? You wouldn’ta listened, you’d of pushed and pissed me off. Y/n means more to me than that bullshit.” Raph tossed his hand in the air in frustration before stalking back towards the edge of the roof, needing the distance. Peering down over the edge of the roof he saw Y/n’s legs with Jamie cuddling on the couch, wrapped in a mountain of blankets. 

“Raph, you’ve put us, that woman and her son in danger and you don’t seem to realize it.” Leonardo spoke, arms crossing his chest as he stood his ground. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as both Donatello and Michelangelo stepped back, giving Raphael a clear view and he knew he said the wrong thing. Leonardo felt guilty, knowing that each of his brothers understood their situation, but as the leader, he needed to make sure they’d never forget it. 

Yup, too far. Michelangelo stepped back, raising his hands in surrender as Raph spun to face the leader in blue. Both Donnie and Mikey took fighting stances from either side of the two brothers, ready to separate them if this was to escalate where it was no doubtably going to go. 

“Oh I get it, you’re jealous! Pissed that your hothead brotha’ found someone who’s willin’ to accept him as a friend—,” He was gaining on Leo. Tensions were high, each member atop that roof could feel it.

“There’s nothing platonic about you two and you know it.” The look that he gave Raphael confirmed that Leo had seen more than Raphael originally thought. Raphael blanched, eyes going wide, remembering how Y/n had been so close earlier but, with Leo bringing it back up, he knew right then and there that, yes, Y/n about kissed him. That thought alone sent a shiver through him. Would she want to try again? How long was Leo watching them tonight? With that, Raph stumbled, if he hadn’t known Leo was watching them, how could he be so certain that no one else had seen them? What if the Foot Clan or the Purple Dragons had seen? his heavy steps came to a halt as Leo’s words sunk in. Despite the current situation, Raphael couldn’t help the surge of hope burned through Raphael. At that moment, he wanted to jump from that roof and wrap Y/n in his arms and never let go. If Leo, of all people could see that there was possibly more going on between him and Y/n, then it must be true…Right? Leo gritted his teeth, thinking back to how Y/n and his brother almost kissed. He’d never admit it but…maybe he was jealous? Besides April and Casey, who else would be willing to accept them in this city? Leonardo thought back to how the police originally acted when they first saw them when they broke into police headquarters a few years ago. Then how Chief Vincent said that they should give the people of New York more credit after they received their keys to the city. Leo wouldn’t outwardly admit how much that sentence plagued his mind on a nightly basis. Through his years of training and meditation he had buried the idea of romantic love deep inside. He knew that from a young age that it would probably never happen. Of course, leave it to his hot headed brother to find a human in this large city who was willing to give them the time of day. Raphael had done it, he found the needle in the haystack. The unicorn in the City. 

As Raphael and Leo both became lost inside themselves, Donatello spoke, joining the conversation. 

“Just so we are clear, I would have informed Raph if there were any threats. I’ve set up security measures after Raph’s GPS kept frequenting this area.” Raphael looked over at his genius brother, he knew he shouldn’t be shocked but it was appreciated. 

Donatello completed another search with his tablet before locking eyes with Raph who nodded his head in thanks before looking at Leo. Donnie gulped, but Leo should have known and trusted that his brothers would make the right decision when it mattered. 

The tensions on the roof seemed to ease as another brief silence blanketed the rooftop. Michelangelo was the first to break the ice again and the brothers fell into questioning the red-banded brother. 

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“Is Raphie coming back?” Jamie yawned, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes, peering up at Y/n. Rubbing his head, Y/n contemplated on how to answer him, she wasn’t sure if Raph would be back. He mentioned something about his brothers then leapt off the balcony before she could ask. 

“Maybe not tonight, it’s late…but would you like to see him again?” 

“Uh-huh, I like him! Do you like him, mommy?” 

“Yes, very much.” Hearing him say that brought a huge smile to her face as he snuggled deeper into her arms. I really, really like him. There was zero doubt in her heart about her feelings for him. The way that he’s treated her and how him and Jamie gravitated towards each other and hit it off almost instantly. It was heartwarming and any doubts that she originally had disappeared, leaving love and longing in its wake.  

Jamie agreed with another nod before tired eyes drifted closed. It was nearing three in the morning and he needed to get back to bed. Waiting for a few more minutes until his soft gentle breathing filled the small space. Y/n chuckled to herself before she shifted to stand, gathering the bundle in her arms before making her way back to his room. Tucking him in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead she eased back out of his room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. Y/n made it back into the kitchen to clean up their hot chocolate mix when she heard a knock against the balcony door. Red. 

Walking over she watched him slide the door open before pushing through, the look on his face brought some concern. 

“Hey Red, what is it?” The look on his face brought concern into her voice, this wasn’t the end was it? His brothers wouldn’t make him stop seeing her right?…Right? Panic started to settle in while he shifted in front of her, not making eye contact. Y/n eased forward, before bringing her hand up against his chest, the other lifting to make him face her. 

“What is—,” all worry was erased from her mind when Raphael finally spoke. 

“My brotha’s, they wanna meet ya.” Oh, that’s not what I expected. This was her chance to convince them that she’d protect their brother in every way that she could. 

“Yes, of course when—,” 

Y/n didn’t get a chance to finish when Raph was pushed into the room and a blur of orange was in front of her. 

“Hey sweet cheeks! Names Michelangelo, chicks call me Mikey.” The bright smile on the smaller terrapin's face was contagious, causing a huge smile to break across her face.

“Hi Mikey, I’m Y/n,” she extended her hand and waited as he glanced at it for about two seconds before pulling her into a bone crushing hug. Y/n reciprocated as best as she could, her hands gripped his shell as she giggled for breath. 

“Let her go, Mike.” Y/n lifted her head to watch as blue and purple masked brothers entered into her apartment. These must be Leonardo and Donatello. 

“She needs air,” the purple one, Donatello right? Said before he gently pushed against Mikey’s arm as a physical indicator to let her go. As soon as his arms left, she was surrounded by four, very large, massive, turtles. Each had their own colored mask, weapons, padding and wraps covering them from head to toe. 

Magnificent. 

Y/n couldn’t believe that this was her life now, it was all so new but she couldn’t be more excited for this new chapter of her life. 

Raphael moved to stand behind her right shoulder, motioning towards the two newest members through her balcony door. 

“Uh, this is—.” Raphael scratched the back of his neck as he motioned towards his brothers that now stood in her living room. 

“Leonardo. Ma’am.” Leonardo stated, arms braced against his legs as he bent into a low bow. 

“Hello Leonardo, it’s nice to meet you.” Y/n wanted to remain open minded but she couldn’t help the caution in her voice. She knew that Leo was the leader of their group but also understood that he and Raphael seemed to rarely see eye to eye. So this was the leader of their brothers…yeah, it makes sense.

“Donatello, brothers call me Donnie.” Donatello gave her a soft nod before going back to fidget with the device attached to his arm. Ah, the genius of the group, according to Raphael. The purple terrapin lived up to the name as he fiddled with a tablet strapped to his arm and was covered in different wires and gadgets. 

“It’s nice to meet you all.” Y/n wasn’t sure how to feel but glancing back at Raph, he smirked down at her before gripping her hip. She felt her breath catch in her throat, and a surge of heat spread from her hip and worked its way lower. Her body was tense, not from fright but something more along what her favorite author would classify as a burning desire. She tore her eyes from Red before her mind drifted too deep for her to be able to look in his brother's eyes…What now?

“Um, can I get you guys anything to drink?” Y/n looked between all of them, her eyes landing on Mikey as he was all but vibrating with excitement. 

“Yeah! Watcha’ got?” Mikey moved and squeezed around his brothers before walking towards the kitchen. She watched him as he eyed the empty Pizza boxes and commented something along the lines of ‘not fair dude.’ Y/n was seriously considering that she may have underestimated their collective love for pizza. Both Donnie and Leo had followed Mikey into the kitchen, giving Raphael and her a little privacy. Though she doubted it was all that private, her back was to them but she could feel their eyes.

“Hey, where'd the squirt go?” Raphael’s whisper sent an onslaught of tantalizing shivers through her body, the grip on her waist tightened. Turning into his form, her hand landed, rubbing the textured flesh along his cheek. 

“Tucked in bed, it’s three in the morning,” Y/n giggled, twisting out of his grip to meet his brothers in the kitchen. Raphael watched as she walked away, a small smile on his face that went unnoticed by Y/n but not his brothers. He locked eyes with Mikey, a mischievous wink and shit eating grin adorned his baby bro’s face as Y/n stood in front of him. Little shit.

For the next hour conversations were filled with how Y/n and Raph originally met, how long they’ve known each other and how much pizza was a huge part of their (Mikey’s) life. Conversation was easy and Y/n felt so at ease, even when Mikey asked about Jamie. Y/n told them how she came to be with Jamie, how despite everything, she never regretted becoming a mom. The night continued before Y/n let out an unsuspecting yawn, quickly covering her mouth and eliciting an apology.

“Hah, I’m sorry,” but she wasn’t able to get the full word out as another yawn pushed its way past her lips. Small tears stung the corners of her eyes as she wiped them away with the sleeves of her hoodie. 

“No, we are, it’s gotten late and we need to head back.” Leonardo spoke, standing from the island and depositing his drink cup in the sink. The rest of the group stood, cleaning up the snacks and drinks that were scrounged around for the past hour. Mikey grumbled about not wanting to leave to which Leo and Donnie both said their peace, ushering Mikey back into the living room. It has been awhile since Y/n has stayed up and entertained this late. Usually she’d come home, eat dinner, kiss Jamie goodnight then pass out before it started all over again. Y/n has been awake and moving for about sixteen hours and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t exhausted. Tonight has been more than she was expecting and she honestly didn’t want it to end. Having Raphael come over which unintentionally led to him meeting Jamie and then meeting his brothers in return, it's been eventful to say the least. Y/n hoped that she’d get to know Raphael and his brothers more, maybe in the next few days considering she was now on vacation. 

“Hopefully we can get together soon and do this again?” Y/n asked, patting Mikey on the arm in reassurance before stretching her aching body. Raphael never left her side the entire night, he waited on her and rubbed slow circles along her thigh or lower back. He’s never been this touchy before but it reassured her and re-established her hope that he felt the same way she did.

“Yo Raph! You should bring her by to meet dad!” Mikey said excitedly, Y/n amazed with how much energy he still had despite it being past four in the morning. 

“Shut up knuckle-head,” Raph groaned before pushing his youngest brother towards the balcony door. Mikey and Donnie were the first two out the door waving Y/n good bye before disappearing back towards the rooftop. Leonardo was left, along with Raphael who hadn’t strayed more than three feet from her.

“Raphael…may I talk to you?” Leonardo’s voice didn’t sound like he was necessarily asking, more like commanding Raphael’s corporation. Raph’s hand lifted from her back, looking her way as if silently asking for some privacy to which she smiled and turned, giving them space. Once back in the kitchen, she tried to busy herself physically, by doing the dishes but, mentally, she was playing out any and all possible reasons why Leo wanted to talk to his brother. She didn’t think that he’d make Raph stop seeing her after spending the last hour together…right? Her brain became mush as her body started too slow, as if shutting down from the lack of sleep. But, that’s what vacation was for right? Recuperation?

“Y/n,” Leo’s voice was heard from the living room. Y/n turned, throwing the towel over her shoulder before heading back towards her balcony door.

“Thank you again, for the unsuspected visit,” she nodded while playing with the frayed ends of the towel, “we all appreciate your hospitality.” He bowed again, tossing a look towards his brother before disappearing back into the night. They were finally alone. Before Y/n could voice her thoughts Raphael had turned, wrapping her in a tight hug. This hug was different than the ones they’ve shared before, different then the one Mikey had her in earlier. This one…felt like home. Y/n was quick to reciprocate, wrapping her arms around him to the best of her ability, tracing the scutes of his shell.

The small movements elicited a series of small groans from him before she felt him push away from her, his large hands gripping her hips as he nuzzled her hairline. The silence was comforting but if she stayed like this much longer, she’d probably fall asleep while standing up. Her eyes closed, melting into the embrace but the sound of his breathing becoming shallow shook something deep within her. E/C eyes widened as they met the deep, caramel, ambers of the large man in front of her. Oh my…Y/n heart began to flutter uncontrollably, the look in his eyes set her ablaze. Without her even realizing it, her arms and hands moved on their own.Leaving their perch on his shell, they traveled back to his chest without ever leaving his skin. Once her contact shifted to his plastron he knew they were nearing the line they, about, broke earlier. Despite this night not going how it was originally planned, he honestly couldn’t have asked for a better turn out. It was as if a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders and he even got approval from Leo, not that he needed it…but he knew that in a way, he did need it. Now, he could spend time with Y/n without being so secretive. Though right now, this entire night, he wanted nothing more than to be alone with her. 

Her lids heavy but they refused too close as she watched his tongue flick from behind his lips to trace along his bottom lip. Her hands made their way up his body, feeling along all the grooves, dents and scratches that littered his chest until they gripped the lip where his sensitive flesh met his plastron. I wonder if she can feel what she’s doing to me. He felt his breath and heart rate pick up again when her big eyes looked up at him. She looked so small standing against his body, his large hands engulfed her sides. Their differences were evident but they complimented each other just the same. Raphael was hunched over, rubbing small circles into her hips as he brushed his snout against her hairline again. She bit her lip, swallowing back the small moan that almost escaped. Suddenly her hip felt numb as his fingers left only to place his thumb along her bottom lip, pulling it from her teeth. She knew her face and neck were flushed as her breathing quickened. She needed more, they were so close and she didn’t want to wait any longer. She decided to make her move, hands following their own path until cradling his cheeks, pushing up on her toes, his hand dropped to brace back against her hips before her lips brushed against his. Adjusting with a small chuckle he leaned towards her again. His lips softer than she could have ever dreamed as they met for one kiss, then a second, then a third. One right after the other. Simple brushing of lips started to linger, hesitant tongues teased and before they knew it, they were lost in it. Each greedy push and pull of lips and tongues tasted sweeter as they strived to satiate the other. 

Raphael’s body was on fire, his mind was melting. This is happening, this is real. She’s real. She’s everything. He was quickly getting lost in her, her scent, her body, the tiny noises she was making as she clutched to him. His large hands moved on their own, lifting from drawing circles over hips to touching every expanse of her clothed back. Gripping the baggy fabric of her hoodie until he could feel the soft skin beneath. The second his hold brought her closer, a breathy sound escaped past her lips and Raphael growled. Her scent intensified, he couldn’t place it but she only smelled like that a few times and he didn’t understand why, just chalked it up to ‘that time of the month’ according to April. But this scent, this was different and until now, he didn’t understand it but now, Fuck, he definitely understood now. He needed her closer. Now. 

Oh my fucking god! Y/n’ mind was reeling, yes, oh yes! This was better than she ever imagined. She has dreamed of kissing this man for months now and there was no going back. His lips kissed open each mentally locked door in her head. She could never go back to being ‘just friends,’ now that she has had a taste. She expected them to be slightly rough, more scale-like but they weren’t. They were everything but. Soft, so soft and warm. Y/n couldn’t stop the urge of easing her tongue to trace the crease of his lips to take them further. What she wouldn’t do to hear his breath hitch like that again, over and over again. She was quickly melting into him, wanting to burn alive in his arms. The feel of his strong arms circled around her, large hands gripping as if she was what he needed to breathe, she couldn’t handle it. She needed to feel him, skin on skin to ease the burning. They dove deeper, breaking the surface one last time before plunging back in. She was barely aware that her sweatshirt was being shifted up until she felt his fingertips trace along the dip of her lower back, just above her ass. Oh hell, was the last thought as her brain became mush as those same fingertips traced up, lifting the sweatshirt in the process. Their lips broke, her hands dropped from digging into his shoulders to grip the edge ribbing of her hoodie.

Their eyes locked, his burning eyes widened as he watched her lift the hoodie higher and higher, until she disappeared beneath. The action alone left him unable to tear his eyes away from the way her arms extended above her head, her breasts displayed in a way that he swore he just died and crossed over. They looked so soft and round hidden behind the red fabric. He wanted to reach out, caress the curve of her breast, tease over the hardened nipple but his nerves started to fray. As soon as the hoodie was up and over her head she locked her eyes on his face. His eyes, dark and wanting, were watching the way her tits jiggled as the sweatshirt was flung back onto the couch. She stood before him in a red cotton tank-top and he felt his dick twitch, his shorts becoming tight. This was moving quicker than either of them had anticipated. Y/n wasn’t about to back down, not until she’s had her fill and by the way he was looking at her right now, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. No man in her life had ever looked at her like this, making her feel safe, sexy and confident. Y/n felt a heat pool between her legs by the look of hunger in his deep honey eyes. The throbbing pressure and burning heat was becoming too much for both of them. The removal of the hoodie, though done in the heat of the moment, seemed to break their lustful concentration. Reality was pushing back in and neither one knew what to do next. Y/n’s breath was coming in hot puffs as Raphael stood to his full height, catching his breath and thinking of anything but the woman in front of him to hopefully deter the growing nuisance. Y/n wanted this, whatever this was between them, evident that it was more than just friendship. He has stolen the spotlight for all of her dark fantasies. No longer did she imagine the stereotypical men from every romance novel ever written, instead, she dreamed of him. His tight muscles, piercing eyes, strong hands that would travel all over her wanting body before diving into her core. The way she envisioned him being an intimate lover yet there was a hint of a beast within that she believed could utterly wreck her and she wouldn’t mind in the damn slightest. Images of him above her, breathing heavy as his lips trailed over hers, down her throat to latch onto her shoulder as he’d drive into her was sending jolts of pleasure straight to her soaked core. Her pool of need is getting slicker against her legging covered thighs. Her thighs involuntarily flexed, pounds of flesh pressing together to rub out some relief hoping he wouldn’t notice her slight movement. But he had noticed. His eyes hadn’t missed a thing. Her clouded eyes, bruised lips, blush that flushed from her cheeks and traveled down, disappearing beneath the curve of her top. He wondered how far it went, what he wouldn’t do to find out. Her scent increased as he watched her luscious thighs press into each other and her breathing hitched. Oh fuck, she’s going to be the death of me. 

Y/n’s mind was racing, both still trying to catch their breath but she was feeling torn. Her angel side said that she should talk this out, confirm what she hoped and end this night on a high note. But the little devil on right was telling her to say ‘fuck it,’ and to ravish this man until both their legs were jelly and they couldn’t walk straight. Both were tempting, one seemed more logical, she didn’t want to scare him away with how much she felt for him. While the latter option pulled at her heart strings, her desire burned the longer she stood looking at him. Shaking her thoughts away, her weight shifted as she tried to regulate her breathing, following the woodgrain in her floorboards. Her eyes kept making the journey until they stopped, meeting the being in front of her. Her eyes began to travel back up his massive, unique body. Once again finding herself swimming in the valleys of his mapped out skin. Each scar and scale, a landmark that she bookmarked for later exploration. 

In their silence, his eyes never left her body. He was gaining control over his mind and body the longer they stood, only a foot between them. He could still smell her arousal and he was struggling on what to do next. He wasn’t good with words but knew that they needed to figure out what he hoped to God they were while his other, darker, more carnal side wanted nothing more than to ravish her on every available surface. He wanted her to spend her vacation completely relaxed while he took care of her in every sense. Every physical, mental and emotional sense. He’s already admitted that he was too far gone, might as well drown in his decision at this point. He knew one thing was for sure, he could never go back to just being her friend. Not after having a taste of those luscious lips and experiencing that intoxicating aroma of her want of him. All for him. If it was possible, he was sure his heart would have burst from his chest with all the things he was feeling. It was all so much, yet all so right. As his mind was becoming clearer by the second, he needed to hear her say it, say something. Confirm or deny his hopes of what could be. 

“Y/n,” her head whipped up from the floor to meet his eyes as he closed the space between them again. Chest to chest they stood, he was so much taller than her and his stature made her feel physically safe. While the look in his eyes comforted her, giving her the sense that she could also be mentally safe with him. 

“Yes Red,” she teased, lifting her hand to grip his elbow, her small thumb tracing the crease of his elbow. Power, that’s what he exuded, absolute power and strength but the way he held her, she sensed love. Love. 

“I, uh…we should,” Raphael started to rub the pad of this thumb along the exposed flesh of her hip. He wasn’t sure if she would want the contact but he wanted to brace himself and get one last touch in before she pushed him away. Fear and doubt soaked into his bones, he pressed his thumb into her skin deeper, committing the feel of it to memory. Accepting that if this was all she was willing to give him, he’d take it with a smile. His inner turmoil was kicked to the wayside as he heard her ask a question. 

“What do you want Raphael?” Y/n couldn’t stop herself from asking, she craved to know what was going on in that handsome head of his. 

“You. I want you.” He surprised himself by how he didn’t hesitate to say it. Every word was true, he wanted her, in any way she’d let him. He’d protect her and love her for the rest of his life if she allowed it. He’d do anything for her and for Jamie. There was no question and he made sure that all of his brothers understood that just over an hour ago. 

“Then have me. I’m all yours, Raphael.” Y/n couldn’t believe that she spoke with such confidence but the way he told her and the way he looked at her, there was no question.

Hearing those words, his full name, sends an unknown feeling straight through him. His heart constricted then burst, beating faster than before. He couldn’t stop it, he rushed her, wrapping his hands around the back of her thighs before lifting, she wrapped her legs around his waist as if on instinct. A surge of giggles erupted as her arms wrapped around his neck before throwing her head back as he spun them in circles. After a few turns he gathered her back in his secure arms, one hand pressed into her back while the other gripped the back of her neck. 

“C’mere Red,” you don’t gotta ask me twice. The sound of her voice changed, going deeper as she pulled closer to him, sealing their lips back together. Her entire weight was suspended in his arms, there was no need for her to brace against him with her arms. She used that to her advantage. Her knees tightened, pinning him in between her spread thighs as her body lifted, gaining the upper hand to be hoisted above him. As her weight shifted, he had to lift his chin, chasing her lips with his own as he felt indents of her nails dig into his trap muscle. Their lips clashed, heavier and hotter than before, their desire heightened at their verbal commitment to one another. He felt her hand grip the back of his head, bunching his mask in her tight grasp before pulling down, causing the fabric to shift across his face. The next instant took him by surprise as she had untied and removed his mask entirely. His eyes widened in fear as he looked up at her, his grip tightened high on her thighs, just along the edge of her ass. 

“There you are handsome,” he felt like his breath was kicked from him as he tasted those words from her lips. What the hell did I do to earn you? Y/n watched as his eyes softened before sharpening again, the languid scar across his top lip lifted before displaying a mischievous smirk. Oh no was her initial thought as the glint in his eye seemed to burn brighter. Before she knew it, he had her pressed against her balcony door.  

So much was said, not with words but in their actions. They understood where to pull, how to push, falling deeper into each other. Breath became hotter, touches braver and hearts stronger, the only question was, how far were they willing to let this go?

Part 2:

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My first post! Lez goooooooooo!!!!

Cheery Boy!

ROTTMNT Mikey x Reader

Mikey was a cheery boy.

This baby is always smiling. Often bouncing around all over the place, cooking or letting his hands make his imaginations come to life. He is sweet, caring and always ready for hugs! An overall lovable ball of energy!

But behind close doors, he lets himself loose.

His shoulders slumped. Eyes down casted as he felt his cheeks sting, sore from all the pretentious smiling he did all day. But none of them could ever compare the ache he feels in his chest whenever he sees you with his brother.

Yes. Michelangelo Hamato is deeply in love with you.

Ever since he could remember, his mind would always be filled with thoughts of the sweet and beautiful you. The you who would always come to the lair, shining so bright it could seriously blind people. The you who would grace his ears with the most perfectly melodious laughter. The you who is always glued to the blue ninja's side.

Mikey was glad of course.

He is happy that his brother can have such an amazing person like yourself in his life! For someone like them, romance isn't something that is easy to come by. Which is why he never dared to make a move. He kept his mouth shut and his yearning locked inside a chest.

Yet no matter how much Mikey tries to convince himself to be content, it never ceases the pain everytime he sees you so happy with Leo. But he never once let his smile falter. After all...

Mikey was a cheery boy.

And like the cheery boy he is, he believes that it is his responsibility to make sure to keep everyone around him is always happy.

"Good morning~! I am Dr. Feelings!" The box turtle said clad in his 'Dr. Feelings' attire "Welcome to my seminar! Hug it out~!!" He threw his hands high up, expressing a big hug.

No matter how much it hurts.

You giggled at the cute display "Good morning Dr. Feelings!" You were currently seated in an old student chair facing Dr. Feelings in the projector room. You had come to Mikey's room to ask for advice earlier this morning, Mikey, of course, was more than happy to drag you all the way to the projector room and pull up his slideshow presentations for situations such as this.

"So then! How may I help you today, dear client?" He asked adjusting his glasses like a professor.

You titled your head to the ceiling playfully as if you're in deep thought "Well I have been having some troubles lately, Dr. Feelings."

"What kind of troubles would they be?"

You averted your eyes with a blush "Uh... boy troubles?"

Oh.

Mikey gulped deeply. "I-I see. Could you tell me more?" He knew where this was going.

"Well... he's just.. so sweet and so cheerful!" You gushed "I just want to tell him how I feel but everytime I try, I end up chickening out." You admitted "What should I do, Doctor?"

Mikey clenched his fist behind his back so hard he could feel his nails digging through his skin "Have you tried making a love letter?" He suggested.

You titled your head "A love letter?"

"Yeah!" He nodded trying his best to swallow the large lump in his throat. He needed to concentrate. "It gives the person time to react you know? S-Sometimes... confessions are hard towards the receiver and they need time to process that kind of stuff before progressing to a relationship." He said.

You tapped your chin in thought. It does make sense. And it didn't seem like a bad idea either!

"I'll do it!" Mikey clapped his hands and slid a piece of paper and a pencil on your desk.

You took the pencil and paper from his hand. Mikey's breath hitched when he felt your fingers brush against his. For a split second, he found himself trapped in a euphoric sensation.

"Alright! I hope this goes well!" You nodded at your own adorable pep talk and started to get to work.

Mikey stared at you longingly. He looked at the way your hair would gently frame your face while you wrote. He looked at the way your lips would tug upwards in that oh so charming smile he loves. He looked at the way you blushed as you wrote down each letter on the paper. He looked at you as if you were the only thing in the room. And honestly, you might as well be.

He wanted to keep looking at you. He wanted you to stay in this room. He wanted this image of you burned into his mind forever.

But he knew he couldn't. You weren't his to keep. You were Leo's not Mikey's.

"It's ready!" You cheered. Holding up the letter that contained your love. Mikey bit his cheek, he couldn't see what you wrote but it didn't hurt any less knowing that it contained a piece of your heart.

Something that can never be his.

You looked down with red cheeks with the paper close to your chest "S-So... I would just go and give this to the person I like?" You shyly asked. Oh god.

Mikey's vision started to blur. He gave you his best close eyed smile to prevent his eyes from tearing up. "Mhm!" He didn't trust himself to speak. He could feel his smile twitch and quiver. He knew if he dared open his mouth for just a second, his whole form would break.

You looked down on your paper with a small blush "Dr. Feelings? Do you think he'll... accept it? Like would he accept me?" You asked bashfully.

"Y-Yeah!" Mikey's pained expression was starting to break through when a single tear manage to escape. "Y-You're totally o-one of the most awesome person I've ever m-met! I-I'm sure it will all turn out well." His breath was starting to shake too "I wish you the b-best of luck! I hope you are happy with t-the person you..." He couldn't do it. Mikey was mentally beating himself up for not finishing his sentence. A couple of more tears fell down his cheeks.

His expression made you very worried "Mikey? Are you okay?" You placed your hand on his shoulder.

No.

"Don't worry, t-these are happy tears! I'm just imagining you and your p-partner together! You'd made such a cute couple!!" He falsely smiled

His comment made your face heat up. You removed your hand from his shoulder, once again fiddling with your letter for Leo.

This was it. After today, you would have had confessed to his older brother and the two of you would finally be a happy couple just as you two were meant to be. Mikey knew his brother would take great care of you. He should be content with that. The boy can be messy most of the time, but his sights were always on the right path and he would always care for his family. Leo was kind. Leo was resourceful and knew when to stand up and take responsibility.

Leonardo is perfect for you.

He knew this was for the best. That Leo was the best choice for you. Mikey already decided that today would be the day he would let you go.

But he couldn't.

He knew the moment you walk out of this room would be the moment a large part of himself would die. He felt so guilty. What kind of brother is he? Wanting to keep the girl meant for his brother to himself? How could he possibly be so selfish?

A sharp wave of pain hit him. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep up. It was awful. He wanted you to stay but at the same time he wanted you to leave quickly and never look back to see what is left of him.

Mikey desperately wanted to crawl into his bed and cry.

"H-Here!" Mikey's eyes shot open to see you facing away with red cheeks. Your paper thrusted to his chest.

"Wha-"

You pushed the paper further in his plastron still avoiding eye contact "P-Please read it before you say anything else!!"

Mikey slowly tore his eyes away from you to your letter. There wasn't anything much written in it. With how long you've sat there he was surprised with how short your letter was. In fact it was hardly even a letter. There was only one line in the centre of the blank sheet.

Mikey heart suddenly stopped. He read the line over and over again, making sure he read it correctly before he finally processed what you wrote.

'I Love You Mikey'

"I-I've been wanting to tell you for a long time now.." You admitted, slightly lowering the paper when you didn't hear him reply. Most likely a sign of rejection "Leo has been helping me to build up my confidence for a couple of weeks now a-and you don't really have to accept it but..." You squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath. "I really really love you Mikey, like--a lot! I know t's a bit too fast to use that word but I just couldn't find a way to describe how I feel!"

That did it.

Mikey finally broke down.

You looked up when you heard him hiccup but gasped in horror as you watched fat tears streaming down his face. You began to panic even more when he started to sobbing loudly.

Mikey fell on his knees, hands on his face as he let all of his feelings out in a audible cry. He felt so incredibly relieved, embarrassed, happy, humiliated---He felt everything all crashing down on him like a massive tidal wave.

Meanwhile you cursed under your breath for freezing and pulled Mikey to your chest who immediately latched on to you so tight there wasn't any space between your bodies. Mikey buried himself on your chest, muffling his screams while his arms and legs wrapped around you as if you were going to disappear the moment he let go.

You caressed Mikey's shell as he continued to sob loudly. Fuck, you weren't expecting this. You weren't sure why he was crying. Was your confession really that bad? You had thought of every possible response you might get for telling him about your feelings for him but not this! Nevertheless, you didn't give much time to dwell on your own concerns.

Because right now, Mikey needed you. And you'd be damned to not be there when he does.

"Shh it's okay Mikey, you're alright." You leaned your cheek on his head "I'm here, it's okay." The action only made Mikey wail even louder and hold you tighter as if it was possible. It was getting harder to breathe when his fingers started to dig into your waist, most likely going to leave a bruise by how tight he was holding onto you, but you kept it in and chose to comfort your beloved turtle friend.

You gently rocked the poor broken boy back and forth in hopes that it would at least calm him down. It thankfully did for a while. Soon his cried were reduced to small hiccups and sniffing, but he was still sobbing quietly. His grip loosened but he never let you go. It seriously pained you to see him like this. You just wished you could do more for him.

"Say it again please." His voice was slightly muffled by your clothes "Please tell me you love me..." Mikey desperately pleaded. He needed to know that this was real. That this isn't just another dream. That he isn't going to wake up alone on his hammock without you again.

You smiled and gave in to his wishes "I love you." You cooed in his ear.

Mikey shuddered "Again."

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you."

"Again."

You giggled at his cuteness. You placed a kiss on his forehead "I love you." A kiss on his snout "I love you" a kiss on both of his red, tear stained cheeks "I love you." Finally you held his cheeks with both hands. Mikey's heart beat faster at the sight of pure gentle love in your eyes on him.

Only for him.

"I love you so so much Michelangelo Hamato~" And with that, your lips touched his. It was a slow but fulfilling kiss. One that slowly melted Mikey to the core as he let himself get lost in his emotions again. Mikey hummed in content and kissed back. Oh how long he had dreamed about how your lips tasted like. It was so delicate. So sweet. So heavenly. He wanted to stay like this with you forever.

You were the first to pull away but before Mikey could lean in to capture your lips again, you decorated his face with small kisses which made your small bean giggle. The ticklish feeling of your lips sent a tingling sensation of pleasure in his soul. Neither of you dared to let go. Not that Mikey would let you move an inch away from him anyway. Not when he now knows you love him too. The both of you stayed in your position, exchanging sweet kisses and whispers of 'I love you's. It didn't matter if you two were on the cold floor, your love was enough to keep you both warm. The same warmth gently lulling you both to sleep.

Meanwhile, by the doorway, four figures watched the whole ordeal. They were alerted by the sound of Mikey's cries and immediately ran to see what was happening, but they didn't dare intervene when they noticed what was going on.

Raph and Splinter cried tears of joy mumbling about Mikey growing up and their rat father now having a new hope of having grandchildren. Donatello had his camera up taking pictures. Either for blackmail or just to capture the moment. Who knows?

Leo on the other hand had his arms crossed against his chest as he sighed in satisfaction. His 'Big Brother' side swelled with pride and joy. His two babies are finally out of the diaper stage and are all grown up!

Ahh he can feel his eyes slightly tear up from the feelzzzz!!!

"Call me Dr. Cupid because I think I just got my PHD in MatchMaking~!" Leo wiggled his bonebrows.

"Oh shut up Leo, you'll wake them up!"

"Come on D! You know I did good-"

"SSSHHH!!!!"

"....sorry..!"

Mikey is definitely a cheery boy.

I hope you like it! I'm still working my way around tumblr tho so yee thank you for reading!

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aziraphale and crowley throughout history

hehehe

Rottmnt with Leo or donnie fic being tired and not looking after themselves and s/o had cupped their face gently and looked concerned, “You need to take better care of yourself. Go to sleep for me will you?”

Sleep For Me (Rottmnt)

pairing ⤐ leo x gender neutral! reader

disclaimers ⤐ some sweet fluff

word count ⤐ 1k words

   Leo’s insomnia was no secret. Everyone knew he had it. Sometimes you’d catch him wide awake in his room with the tv playing softly, curled up in blankets and pillows with bags under his eyes. Sometimes he’d even be in the kitchen sipping on some freshly brewed coffee with this blank look on his face. 

    You tried to help him the best you could, to get some much-needed sleep so he wasn’t so exhausted the next day. The last thing you wanted was for him to hurt himself cause he was so exhausted cause he didn’t get any sleep. But it’s been getting worse recently. 

    He’s been going to bed at 6 or 7 in the morning, takes like a 3 or 2-hour nap and then he’s up. He moves around sluggishly, he’s tired and beat down. He doesn’t do his silly Leo things anymore cause he’s so tired. And it was really starting to concern you. You were resting on the floor one day, and he just flopped on your back and fell asleep, right on you. You even found him asleep hanging upside down on the couch. 

    And you were having enough of it. You were determined to make sure Leo got some decent sleep, even if it killed you. 

    “Leo! Leo, Leo, Leoooo~” You sang the turtles name as you bounced into the lair and to his room, where you knew he’d be chilling. You nudged the curtain aside, which blocked off his room from the rest of the lair and spotted said turtle laying on his bed reading a comic book. You held back the frown when you saw him blink sluggishly at you and a weak smile pulled at his lips. 

    “Hey Y/N...” He yawned and placed his comic to the side to sit up slowly, blinking away the sleepiness from his eyes. “When did you get here?” 

    ‘I’ve been here for about 3 hours Leo.” You said and sat down in front of him, watching his frown slightly and glance to the side in thought. ‘Do you not remember? I brought Pizza and we watched Lou Jitsu.” 

    “No....” he drawled out and looked at you sheepishly. Sighing, you placed the back of your hand on his forehead. He sighed softly in relief and leaned against your warm hand, eyes closing as you gently caressed his cold face.

    “When was the last time you got some proper sleep, Leo?” You asked him softly as he nudged closer, a soft churr resonating from his throat. His eyes flickered open to look at you and his forehead furrowed together and he thought over your question and his answer. 

    “I don’t know...a couple of weeks ago.” He answered and you gaped at him in horror. It’s been a couple of weeks since he got some proper week? Oh hell no. Not on your watch. 

    “Alright, get up,” You said and pulled Leo off his bed and onto his feet. he wobbled slightly, but stood straight up, staring at you in confusion. 

    ‘What are you doing?” He asked you in confusion as you started rearranging his bed, moving around his blankets and pillow in some sort of fort. He watched you move around and tap your chin in thought. 

    “I’ll be right back. stay, here.” You pointed at him and ran out of his room. Leo rubbed his face and blinked at the ceiling, wondering what you were possibly gonna do. When you came back into his room and dropped a bunch of blankets and pillows on the bed, he blinked and frowned in confusion. 

    “What are you doing?” He asked again as you stacked the pillows and blankets on his bed. 

    “I...am making...a nest..” You said as you kicked off your shoes, and took off your jacket and sweater, leaving you in a tank top and leggings with socks. Huffing a bit, you crawled under the numerous blankets and lifted them offering him a smile and open arms, inviting him to join you under the blankets. 

    Smiling, he crawled under the blankets and into your arms. With no effort, he was resting between your legs, his arms woven around your waist with his head nuzzled into your chest. Chuckling, you wrapped your arms around him and cuddled him close, the weight of the blankets and him settling over you comfortably. Your eyes were slowly flickering closed as sleepiness washed over you like a brick wall. 

    “Thank you....for doing this Y/N...” Leo blushed, eyes refusing to look at you as he nuzzled closer to you, body flush against yours. Smiling softly, you gently moved your hands to cuff his cheek and forced him to look at you. 

    “I’m only trying to help Leo,” you muttered and gently kissed the tip of his snout, his cheeks flushing darker. “you need to take better care of yourself. Will you try to sleep, for me?” 

    “I’ll try..” He whispered, nuzzling your chin with lidded eyes. Nodding in approval, you scooted deeper into the bed and sighed, resting your head against his breathing softly that would hopefully lull him into a deep sleep. Leo shifted, getting comfortable before he released a deep sigh, eyes closing in peace as you both laid there, relaxing in each other's presence. 

    When you woke up a few hours later, you found Leo deep asleep, resting on top of you still with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. He was usually a mover in his sleep, but his body must have been so tired that it was completely shut down while he finally got some proper rest. 

    Out of fear, you refused to move, not wanting him to possibly wake up. So you closed your eyes and laid there, before falling back asleep again with him laying on top of you. But you can defiantly conclude one thing from your mission to make Leo get some proper sleep. 

    It was a mission complete.

another meme I won’t finish ⤔ [4/20] female characters

Glim (Mune: Guardian of the Moon )

Percy Patterson casually stealing my heart away.

LONG POST AND A LOT OF READING IM SO SORRY

I tried putting as many of my thoughts as I could but I’m probably missing some things. If I remember or notice anything else, I’ll add onto this post.

Some people found my last post to be helpful so hopefully this one can bring some more insight. These are just all my thoughts and observations and notes in one place so if these are somehow useful, then hey, glad it worked out. Also, I apologize for my bad handwriting and any grammar mistakes in advance. I got like, 4 hours of sleep last night (curse this insomnia). IDK if my terminology makes sense? Like “second line” or “bump.” But I have no idea what else to call them.

!!!!!!ONCE AGAIN THESE ARE JUST MY OBSERVATIONS AND NOTES,,, THIS IS NOTHING OFFICIAL OR ANYTHING!!!!!!

“Yeah. They’re my friends. Tell him.“

the asteria method

♡ STEPS:

-> prepare. this is your routine. drink water, meditate, listen to music or ambiance, whatever helps you get into a positive mindset. (my atmosphere guide)

-> get in any comfortable position where your limbs are not touching each other. it doesn't have to be starfish -- i despise that position -- and i recommend laying on your side (this is how i lay), back, or sitting up.

-> close your eyes and take a deep breath. now count to fifty, out loud or in your head.

-> pick any scenario in your dr (a positive one) and visualise it for as long as you'd like. if you have trouble visualising, then think about how it smells or feels. ex. is your dr bedroom cold? are you on a train? what do you hear? what emotions are you feeling?

-> at the end of whatever you chose to visualise, think of the place you'll be in when you shift. you don't need to visualise it but have it there in your mind. then affirm that you're in your desired reality.

-> for sleepers, just do this until you fall asleep. then you wake up in your dr.

-> for non-sleepers, you're going to keep your eyes closed and imagine someone from your dr grabbing your hand. don't look at them, just listen to their voice and feel them there. they should say your name and either tell you that they're waiting or ask if you're ready.

-> now you get to decide. are you ready to shift? if the answer is yes, then tell them yes and affirm until you feel positive that you've shifted or hear/smell/feel what you scripted. once you know, just open your eyes and you're there. if you decide for whatever reason you aren't ready, just say no and open your eyes.

-> good luck, i believe in you all! <3

Till Death Do Us Part [Bayverse Leo]

Alright! I’ve enough of all the love, and fluff and all that type of shit. It’s time, so some sad feels! *evil laughter* Look, I have cravings sometimes to write some super sad, really in the feels shit. And this is that moment. And, FYI, my drafts are getting more and more things in it because I have so many damn ideas, and such little time to write them. Like I think I came up with five different fanfic ideas in the past 3 hours. Anyway, prepare yourself for the ultimate feels. 

Warning! Blood, reader! death, angst and very much sad feels (maybe some ugly crying??)

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“I will always protect you. I promise.” 

Leo had spoken those words to me about a year ago, after the defeat of the Shredder. You had relationships in the past, relationships that for some reason, never turned out good in the end. You got cheated on, they dumped you, or they turned out to be flat out rude and abusive. But that all changed when you met them. 

When you met him. 

Leo. Who wasn’t a human, but a giant, mutant turtle who was a ninja. A damn ninja. He had showed you kindness, despite being a pretty closed off guy when you first met him. He was stern, yet so soft with you. So sweet and compassionate, it was hard not to fall for him. 

You thought it was funny, and pretty sad that you fell in love with a mutant, who showed you more love and care than other humans. 

“Are you sure he’ll come?” 

“I’m sure. They all will.” 

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Touch [Rottmnt Donnie]

Now, we all know Donnie isn’t one that shows affection very much. He doesn’t do hugs or hand holding. He’s curled into himself. Very often will he be seen in big hugs or being touched. But what if that was different with you? 

Warning! Some making out and touching

Rottmt! Donnie x Blind! Reader 

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Being blind wasn’t as bad as you think. Growing up with it, you learn how to use your other senses to sense things around you. Smell, hearing and touch.

Touch was the the feeling you used more than anything. Using touch, you were able to fell what everything was. Your sense of touch, was your sight. Though, the one thing that does suck, is that you can’t watch movie. But you always ask yourself, would it be better to see, but not hear, then to hear and not see? 

You always chose the latter.

Besides, you knew one person who liked it. Donnie. He’s been your friend for a few years now. You had met the turtle when he saved you from a sliding truck, which would have completely crushed you, had he not swooped down and grabbed you, rolling out of the way. When he had saved you, he thought you saw him, but when you reached out and grabbed his arm, eyes not even looking at him, he realized you were blind. 

He doesn’t want to sound rude, but he laughed. he was, in a way grateful. Not everyone was like April, accepting and kind. 

“You know, I could probably find a way for you to see.” 

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Yooo love your stuff! Could I ask for a fem!reader/bay!Mikey one shot with the prompt “I want you, all of you and not just half heartedly, wholly. And maybe that’s selfish, but I don’t care” can it be one of those ‘we almost died’ moments where you confess your love lol and maybe if it’s cool can it end a little nsfw

Ooo! I gotchu! I so got this. I’m so excited, I'm getting asks for TMNT prompts, and that makes me so happy! And thank you so much babes 😘 I'm happy that people love my writing (even if I feel insecure about it). Here go! One Mikey x Reader, coming up (I also hope you don’t mind, but I kind of changed it up a little bit)! With some little spice spice at the end! Hope you enjoy Anon! 🐢🧡

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Selfish Love (Bayverse Mikey)

Summary: After being involved with a bombing attack, you have been bed ridden for the next couple of weeks. And Mikey has been putting aside his duties as the protector of New York to help you. 

Warnings! Some NSFW at the end

Bayverse! Mikey x Wounded! Female Reader 

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You didn’t know what happened that day. You had just be minding your own business, going about your day with no care in the world. Then it happened. Out of know here, huge explosions were going on around you. People began screaming in terror as the Museum you were in began to collapse. 

You had blacked out after that. 

When you flicked your eyes open, you saw the ceiling of Mikey’s room. You didn’t understand. Why were you in Mikey’s room? What happened? 

Turns out, there had been a bombing at the Museum you were at. A couple of terrorists or Foot Clan soldiers, it was unknown. But it had been a devastating attack on New York and it’s people. Over 100 people had been injured and 78 are dead, and some people are still missing. You were grateful to be alive, but you sent your prayers to those families who lost their loved ones. 

“Be careful angelcakes.” Mikey rushed to your side, once again, for the sixth time today, to grip you arm as you slowly stood up from the couch. You tried not to sigh in annoyance he held you hand in his one big hand.  

You had been crushing hard on Mikey since the day you met him. He had crashed onto your firescape, literally. Right in the middle of you painting. He had stared at you, and you at him, before he pointed out he liked your painting. No one had ever told you they liked your art, except for him. And your parents, but they didn’t count. They always supported your work. 

“Mikey, I’m fine. Really.” You huffed as he helped you to the kitchen. You could see the worry shining in his eyes, that made your heart melt a little bit. You couldn’t get frustrated or mad at him for wanting to help you around the lair. 

“I know.” He muttered and sat you down at the counter. You squeezed your eyes closed as you moved, trying your best to hiss in pain. After the bombing, you had been trapped under some rubble, legs pinned, almost crushed even. Donnie told you that you were lucky no nerves were damaged, so you could still walk. Basically you were close to death and survived.

"Can you just....help me go lay down. I'm exhausted." You muttered to him eyes downcast at the table. Biting his lip he nodded and gently grabbed your arm, placing it around his shoulders and helping you up. The bois had been kind enough to set up a bed in the lair for you. It was a mattress with a bunch of pillows and blankets. It wasn't your apartment, but it was cozy and very thoughtful.

Mikey hesitantly placed his hand on your waist and walked slowly with you to your room, being careful not to rush you or jolt you to much. Your right leg was in a heavy cast, the same with your arm. Bandages were wrapped around every inch of your body with gauze and all sorts of herbs and ointments Donnie managed to get his hands on. Yeah, you were that beat up.

Walking into the small room, Mikey carefully lowered you do, worry in his baby blue eyes. Grunting, you got comfortable and relaxed, sighing as your body sunk into the mattress and all the pillows and blankets surrounding you like a nest.

"Get some rest. I'll wake you up when it's dinner time." Mikey muttered, putting a glass of water and the pain meds bottle on the little stand next to the mattress. You nodded, giving out a small yawn and you began to close your eyes. But, beneath your heavy eyes, you watched as he turned up and left, a heavy feeling sinking onto your heart. You so badly wanted to confess your love to the orange clad turtle, but...you didn't think he saw you in that way. Not the way you did.

Turning your head into the pillow, you didn't bother to wipe away the small tear that fell down your cheek and into the pillow.

*le timeskip*

"Y/N. Y/N, wake up."

You muttered, opening your eyes slowly as a brief ray of light moved into your room from the open door. Outside, you could hear the talking and laughing of the other brothers mixed in with April and Casey's voices. Mikey kneeled above you, hand on your shoulder, nudging you awake.

"What is it Mikey?" You yawned, starting up at him with groggy eyes. He bit his lip nervously, which you watched, before looking into his eyes.

"Uh, dinner is here babes. Pizza. Pepperoni and bacon, and a 5 cheese." He said with a smile, eyes beaming. You wanted to feel as excited as him. You really did. But you couldn't. Your anxiety and sadness seemed to be sapping away your energy.

"I'm not hungry Mikey." You muttered and turned onto your side slowly, back facing him. You could practically feel his smile dropping and being replaced with a frown at your words.

"But....baby. You haven't been eating a whole bunch in the last couple of days." He tried to reason with you, watching as you curled up and moved the blanket over your shoulder. With your back facing him he cousin set the silent teats that trailed down your cheeks like a river.

"I'm just....not hungry." You sniffled, trying to wipe away the tears slowly so he didn't see them. But he knew something was wrong. How, because 1) he could smell the saltiness of your tears and 2) you never acted like this, especially on bad days.

"Angelcakes, what's wrong?" He asked and moved around you, sitting down in front of you, concern in his voice. Hearing his concern, his worry, it just dug a deeper hole into your heart. It hurt so bad. He didn't realize how much he meant to you, how much you loved him, and it broke your heart.

"N-nothings wrong Mikey." You closed your eyes, trying to control your breathing. But Mikey saw past you, he always did. Gently, he pulled the covers off you and pulled up up so you were sitting in front of you. You wiped away your tears as last as you could so he didn't see them.

"I know something is wrong, because your crying and you always get excited over pizza. Almost just as much ad me." He said, tapping his chest. He always found ways to make you smile. "And I don't like seeing you cry. Come on, you can talk to me. Mikey is a judge free person."

You smiled into your palm, but it didn't quite yet reach your eyes. Now, now was a perfect time to confess your love for him. It was better to be rejected, than to continue living on knowing that he didn't feel tha same way about you like you did him.

"I..." You took in a deep breath and looked at him, seeing the smile and encouragement in his eyes. "I just....this is hard. I....love you Mikey. I love you so damn much. And it hurts me, kneeing that you most likely don't feel the same way about me. You are constantly in my head. Everyday damn damn for seven days a week, 24 hours a day. And that's only half, of you, just half. I want you, all of you and not just half heartedly, wholly. And maybe that's selfish, but I don't care. And I can't...I can't live like this." You confessed to him finally.

You started down at your lap, your half bandaged fingers running over the homemade knitted blanket Raph made for the a couple of weeks ago. You could feel Mikey starring at you, but you didn't dare look up to see his reaction. Could you be able to face it? You probably could. Would it break your heart? Yeah. But could your poor heart handle it? No. Definitely not.

"You....love me?" Mikey's voice came out as a soft whisper. Biting your lip, you nodded silently. He shifted a bit and the stress dipped beside you, telling you that he moved to sit next to you. "Oh man, and here I thought I had to be the one to confess first."

"What?" You looked at him in confusion, wondering on what he meant. But he was smiling at you, relief and joy in his eyes.

"Y/N, I love you to. I have the moment I see you painting on the firescape. You smiled at me, bot even fazed and showed me more of your work. I was hooked girl." He confessed to you with a sheepish chuckle. You couldn't believe it.

"You....love me to?" You pointed to yourself in shock. Laughing, he gently picked you up and settled you on his lap, eyes sparkling in joy.

"Of course I do. And, I want you to, not half, but fully. I don't care if it's selfish or not. I want you." He said, hands softly gripping your waist.

You processed his words, think over them. He loved you. He loved you just as much as you loved him. Words wouldn't even begin to express how happy you were. So, you simply showed him.

Grabbing his cheeks in your hands, you smashed your lips to his, stunning him for a moment, before he began to respond. Closing his eyes, he kissed you back hands running up and down time waist softly. He bit your bottom lip softly, asking for permission, which you granted him. Not breaking away from the kiss you managed to turn into his lap so your legs were on both sides of his knees and your arms could wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

But you yelped in pain when he pressed a little to hard against one of your ribs. He froze and quickly withdrew from you, worry in his eyes as you grinded your teeth in pain.

Moaning softly, Mikey broke away from the kiss, trailing his lips over your jaw and to your neck, placing soft kisses on your flesh. Your eyes closed in pleasure, hips begging to slowly rock down against his, drawing a soft groan from him. One large hand moved from your waist and to your hips, below slipping under your shirt, moving over your belly and up to your chest. His other hand moved to the front of your bottom and slowly, slid his hand down, fingers pressing into your hip bone, and the inside of your thighs.

Heat flushed over your cheeks and body at having him this close to your core. A place you only imagined him at. You could only imagine the pleasure Mikey could grant you, but actually having him here, willing to give it to you was like a dream come true.

"Ah, shit, are you alright baby? I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked, worry in his voice as he removed his hands from their position and ran them over your hair and cheeks, making you smile.

"I'm fine Mikey. You just hit a tender spot." You smiled at him, cuffing his cheek. He breathed out a sigh of relief and straightened your shirt out, face flushing red.

"It's okay, promise. But, will you lay down with me? I don't wanna get up, and I don't wanna eat." You muttered, slowly getting off his lap so you could lay down on your side.

"Anything for you baby." He smiled and laid down beside you, his face facing yours. Moving the blanket over you both, he curled hid arks around you, pulling you close. You signed softly in content, your worries gone and heart feeling lighter than ever. Together, you both fell asleep, not caring that you missed dinner that night.

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I fucked up bad! I published to early, and I know I made mistakes and I don't wanna delete it! Ahhh! Anon, if you are seeing this, I'm so sorry! I'll be going over it tomorrow and making many corrections and fixing some things up to make it better! Please forgive me! 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼(word of advice, don't do this when your super tired and it's midnight, unless you wanna make the mistake I made tonight)

Dating Michelangelo Would Include (SFW):

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Digital Spacescapes by Tim Barton

Hi! Idk if you are taking requests but I hope so? Could you do a scenario or Headcanon with TMNT x reader ( all of the boys but separately, or who ever you think it’s more interesting to write this scenario about ) who has drawn them on their notebook or smth in several different poses, also hugging, kissing, handholding the reader? They accidentally forgot the book there and they found it? How they would approach the reader with such a private thing and such? Thank you!

Word Count: 6.9k (Total)

I changed up the request slightly but I hope you still enjoy it!

Leonardo

“Oh,” your voice caused his eyes to pop open, staring up at you while he sat cross legged in the center of the dojo, “Is it okay if I come in?”

He nodded before fluttering his eyes closed, he could hear as your footsteps carried yourself over to beside him. Your clothes made noise as you fell to the floor, the pencil in your hand scraped against the paper after you had flicked to your recent drawing.

“How is it going?” You were slightly surprised when you heard him speak, normally when you came in to draw he wouldn’t say a word.

“Uh, good,” your tongue flicked over your lips to hide the small smile that was forming, “Good.”

“You don’t know how to talk to me, do you?” One of his eyes opened to peek at you, you were staring at your book with a thin mouth, he could tell that you were too unfocused by his statement that you weren’t reading at all. “It’s alright.”

“It’s just,” you sighed and placed your book on the floor to give him all of your attention, “You are nothing like your brothers.”

“Most people consider that a good thing.” You both smiled softly at his amused tone, “I don’t think the world can handle two of any of my brothers.”

“I can’t even handle one of your brothers.” His deep mixed in an odd melody with your giggles, he relaxed from his meditation pose and turned to look at you entirely.

“Be thankful that you don’t have to lead them.”

“Oh, that is all you.” You placed a hand on his upper arm while your giggles were becoming softer, “Trying to draw is near impossible with them around.”

“Why do you think I meditate?” His smile almost doubled in size when your hand didn’t move from his arm, “It’s an excuse for some quiet.”

“Well,” for a moment he thought you could hear his heart pounding when your eyes met his, the colorful swirling captured in your eyes lured him into its depths, “If you ever need some space my apartment is always open for you.”

“I might have to take you up on that offer.” The shared smile between the both of you held high hopes, “Any excuse for some space.”

“Draw with me.” He felt his body betray him with a blush as you placed a hand on his, “It’s an excuse for some space.”

“Okay,” he cleared his throat slightly, doing his best to not let his voice crack, “Drawing it is.”

When you offered to draw with the turtle, you didn’t think it would go this far.

“Stop stealing my pencils, Leo!” You lightly slapped his arm before snatching the pencil from his hands, “I bought you a drawing kit so that you wouldn’t.”

“I like your pencils better,” he shrugged and looked at your pursed lips with a smile, “Can I have the pencil back?”

His smile melted your will and you handed him back the pencil with a sigh, “You’re lucky I like you, Leo.”

“Consider me grateful.” He accepted the pencil and when back to his drawing, his non-dominant arm blocking your view of his drawing.

“What are you drawing?” You leaned over to try to catch a glimpse of his drawing but he pulled the pad away from your sight.

“Nothing,” he shrugged, a slight panic in his voice.

“Really?” You scoffed and looked at him, “You’re lying to me now, pencil stealer?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“I’m pretty sure I do want to know.” You offered your hand from him to place the book in, “I promise I won’t tell your brothers.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” He looked away from you, ashamed. You softly placed your hand on his wrist, he looked up to see your small smile,

“It’s me, Leo, you don’t have to worry about anything.”

It was always you, you were the one who could make him smile, you were the one that assured him that he was doing the right things, you supported him, you trusted him, and he fell for you the moment April brought you to the lair.

It had always been you.

He hesitantly handed you the book, part of him feared that you would flee or scream but he knew you, you wouldn’t never hurt him like that.

You smiled softly at the drawing he had handed you, “It’s us.”

His face fell as he watched you blink away tears, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have drawn that. I shouldn’t have drawn you. You’re just so amazing and I-“

“Leo, Leo,” your hands left the book to grab his, the action causing him to stop his rambling, “I love it.”

“You do?” He was slowly relaxing to your touch.

“Of course!” You giggled and moved to sit next to him, your legs brushing against his. You placed the book between you two as you stared at the drawing of you and him cuddling, “Do you have more?”

“You,” his eyes blinked in disbelief, and his breath was ragged, “You want to see more?”

“If you’d let me,” you stared at him with a kind smile blessing your lips. He gulped before nodding his head quickly, his heart and stomach punching him. You turned back to the book and turned to the next page,

“Wow.” You breathed out while Leo was slowly dying of suspense as you stared silently at a drawing. Both of you had closed eyes, he was leaning down as well as you popping yourself on your toes. His fingers were laced with yours as his lips were softly placed on yours. The kiss was sweet and small, you couldn’t tell if it was a brief, nervous first kiss or if it was a kiss that was just to remind him how much you tenderly cared for him.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered after a pregnant pause, “I fell in love with you, I tried to hide it but,” he stared at the side of your face, your eyes never leaving the drawing, “I feel you taking over me: my thoughts, my actions, my everything. I fell in love, and I fell hard.”

His breath hitched to his throat when you turned to face him,

“You aren’t the only one.”

A nervous chuckle fell from him, a smile on his lips, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smiled back at him, you lifted your hand from the book to place it into his, “I fell hard too.”

Michelangelo

You were definitely the one.

He was laying on your bed, his arms behind his head and one of his legs dangling off of the bed, as he watched you with tired eyes as you rummaged through your desk trying to find something.

“When you said you had a surprise for me, I didn’t think you meant getting a great view of your butt, sweets,” He smirked while you shot him a glare, switching from bending over to view the stack of books next to your desk to crouching as you inspected them.

“For it to be a surprise I had to hide it really well because you like to snoop around in my drawers.”

He chuckled at your words, his eyes peeling from you to look at your ceiling - his smile remaining on his face. He had been forced into an all-nighter patrol with his brothers, to escape from his tired and cross siblings he snuck out to go see you, his grin never leaving as he got to spend the rest of his consciousness with you.

“Finally!” You shouted and bolted up from the floor, papers and books stacked next to you tumbled from their stacked form, “Here it is.”

You walked towards him with a grin on your face, you hid an object behind your back as you sat on the edge of the bed he had reserved for you. He pulled himself up with a groan, his arms instinctively resting on your outer thighs as he crunched up to rest his tired head on your shoulder.

“I don’t think I can move anymore.” He muttered, his heavy eyes closing while he breathed in your comforting scent.

“So no gift then?” He softly moaned as your fingers began to softly rub his shoulders, a smile bloomed on your face as his arms tightened their grip on you.

“I didn’t say that, sweets.” He lazily smiled, turning his head so that he could get a view of the side of your face.

“You’re cute when you’re sleepy,” You traced the shape of his arms while he giggled under your touch, one of your hands slipped from him as you pulled the gift from behind you.

“What is it?” The object was blurry to his eyes, the only thing he could focus on was the side of your face and your burning touch.

“It’s a drawing pad,” you explained with an amused tone, “That way you can draw while I do homework.”

“What makes you think I can draw?” His eyes shut as the rise and fall of your shoulders while you breathed was beginning to allure him into a slumber.

“I’ve seen you spray paint the tunnels,” you only knew he was awake when a smile spread across his face as your fingers unknotted the stress and tension built up in his arms. “You doodle on my homework and notes all the time, and you always have marker on your arms.”

“Guilty,” he mumbled, he moved his head from your shoulder to your neck, his hot breath bringing a shiver down your spine and a blush to rise from your neck to your face.

“C’mon,” you whispered, not wanting to awake him from his much needed rest, “Let’s get you to bed.”

“No,” he dug his head more into your neck, his hands slipping under your thighs and using the last on his strength to pull you into his lap. His arms didn’t move from your legs and he leaned back into the bed, his face still nuzzled into your neck, “I’m not tired.”

“It’s okay, Mikey,” you could feel as the rise and fall of his chest was becoming more steady, you shifted to be more comfortable in his arms, “I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

Mikey groaned as he heard his brother’s voices, half expecting that he was in the lair and seeing you last night was a fever dream, but he was happily mistaken.

“You woke him up.” He heard your voice chime in next to him, his eyes were stuck with sleep but they shuttered open as you were forming in his view, “Hey, Mikey.”

“Hey, sweets.” He mumbled comfortably, his arms that were wrapped around the back of your upper thighs hoisting you higher and closer to him.

“Mikey,” he hummed as you spoke with a humored tone, “Your brothers are here.”

He popped his head out from your neck to glance at his brothers, Raphael snickering while Leo was scolding the laughing brother, Donatello had a small smile on his face and gave his brother a thumbs up.

He let out weak huff before tucking his head back into your neck, tightening his arms around you and taking note of how your hands were resting on his chest and carving shapes into his plastron.

“Mikey,” Leo’s voice was rough and irritated, “We have patrol.”

“Go on without me,” his arm briefly left your body to wave away his brothers before returning with its heat.

“Patrol includes everyone.”

“Let him be, Fearless,” Raph nudged his older brother with a harsh elbow, “Loverboy here is enjoying himself.”

There was a pause in their conversation, Mikey didn’t have to look up to know that the two were having a tense stare down, when one spoke he knew which one won,

“You have five minutes Mikey or I’ll drag you out of that bed myself.” He could hear his brother’s angry stomping out of your apartment followed by the laughter of his other brothers.

“What’s his problem?” Your fingers were becoming lazy as they moved along him.

“-Shredder-“ was all that you could hear from his mumbling, burying himself as deep as he could in your neck, not wanting to leave you at all.

“Mikey,” you sang his name while the only response you got from him was him squeezing you for a short moment, “You’ve got to go.”

“No,” he whined loudly from your neck, his protests followed with his hands sliding to your back to press you tightly against him.

“Mikey,” chuckling, your hands made their way to cup his face before you pulled away from him, a groan coming from the boy due to the lack of contact, “You can come back after the patrol.”

“Or I don’t leave at all,” he leaned his head back to rest on your pillows, his half lidded eyes staring up at you, “What do you say to that, sweets?”

“I’d say no,” you both turned to see the owner of the voice with crossed arms at your bedroom doorway, “Let’s go, Mikey.”

He sighed as he closed his eyes completely, his head falling back onto your pillows in defeat.

“It’s okay, Mikey,” your words sent a shiver down his spine, his eyes peaked open as you crawled off of him and sat next to him instead, “Knowing you, you’ll be back before sunrise.”

A smile formed on his lips, his mouth opened to say something but his brother’s hand seizing his arm and pulling him from the bed caused his focus to shift,

“Come on, Leo,” he groaned as he watched you giggle while he was being dragged out of your home, “Just a few more minutes?”

He let out a groan as the air in his lungs was knocked out of him when his brother threw him against the wall, “Let’s go.”

The younger brother rolled his eyes as he stood up, his eyes lingering where your bedroom door was before he reluctantly slipped out of your house to greet his brothers.

He groaned as he flopped into his bed, the sweat that beaded down his forehead and the weights his eyelids carried was something that he didn’t want to bother you with at 3 am.

He was too tired to take off his gear, only taking one thing off of his person, a drawing book that he slammed down on his already crowded nightstand. His eyes rested on the pad, half wanting to relive the night you gave it to him and the other half wanting to just be in your arms as he drifted into unconsciousness.

Music blared in his ears while he mouthed along with the fast paced words, he laid on his bed as he dragged his pencil in long strokes against the paper. Each stroke adding to a drawing of you in his arms, similar to the position he held you the other night.

A smile crossed his face as he was almost done with the colorless sketch, his heart was full with the idea of having you in his arms again.

He was dragged from his thoughts as his headphones were ripped from his head, he turned to see his older brother glaring down at him,

“Mikey, you left the kitchen a mess again.”

“I’ll be down in a minute,” he sat up to reach for his headphone in his brother's grip but his brother stepped away from him.

“Now, Mikey.” He tossed the headphones back at his little brother before leaving the bedroom.

“Now, Mikey.” He mocked behind his brothers back, he stood up reluctantly and went to the messy kitchen - his attempt at baking a sweet snack for you and him to share when you were supposed to come to the lair after work went to the drain rather quickly. He groaned when he finally noticed the aftermath of his rampage, knowing that he would really have to work to get it done before you arrived.

You slipped into the lair quietly, knowing that it wouldn’t be unlikely for one of the brothers to be fast asleep on the couch, and began to make your way to the youngest brother's bedroom.

You expected him to be in his room, but he was absent. You dropped your bag against one of the walls before flopping onto his bed, landing rather uncomfortably on his pencil. You shifted to pull the pencil out from under you when you caught sight of an open drawing pad.

You sat up as you pulled the book into your lap, a smile on your face as you examined the drawing.

“Sweets,” your eyes popped up from the drawing to see Mikey standing at the doorway. You flipped around the pad so that he could see what you had discovered,

“I knew you were good at drawing.”

“Sweets,” he lunged after you as you began to flip through his drawings. “Give it back!”

He threw himself at you while you giggled, you managed to keep the book from him while you flicked through some of the drawings. You immediately froze when you came across the one he feared that you would, he snatched the pad from your hands in your moment of weakness. He turned away from you with the drawing pad in his hands, a heavy blush settling on his face and tears prickling at his eyes.

“Get out.”

“Mikey,” your voice was soft as you reached out towards him.

“Just get out!” He whipped around as he yelled, his face falling when you flinched away from him.

“Just go,” he croaked, shaking his head before turning his back to you while his hands gripped the book. One of his hands raised to clamp over his mouth when he felt your weight leaving his bed, he tried to choke back a sob as his tears ran across his hand.

“Talk to me,” he watched through tears as you sat in front of him, your hand going to the one that was going pale due to his grip on the thick book, “Please.”

“I-“ he pulled his shaking hand away from his mouth, “I-“ he sniffed and wiped his running nose, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Mikey,” you scooted closer to him, your hands moving from his to wipe away his tears, “It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” he leaned into your touch, his watery eyes stared into yours, “Because I fell in love with you.”

He could feel himself shattering as you pulled away from him, your eyebrows knit in confusion, “I-“

“I’m sorry,” he turned his head away from you, his voice fragile like broken glass, “I’m so sorry.”

His breath left him when you stood up, taking long strides towards the door, freezing before your hands could touch the doorknob. You turned back to look at the turtle. He was curled into a tight ball, his knees pressing against his chest and his arms wrapped around his legs, his head buried between his knees as he let his tears spring from his eyes and fall along his legs.

Your feet brought you to stand above the boy, your hands slipped under his chin and tilted his head to look at you, your body acting without consulting your mind as you captured his lips in yours.

He slowly unraveled from his fetal position, your hands slipped to the back of his head as you crawled into his lap, your body curving into his. His hands hesitated slid to your hips, gripping them tightly when you pressed yourself against him. Your lips parted from his for a moment, the pants coming from both of you assuring that he too had lost his breath in the kiss.

“Sweets, are you sure-“ before he could even finish your lips desperately attached to his, his soft churring grew louder as your nails clawed at his neck.

He pulled away, gasping for air, frozen under your touch,

“Kiss me,” your hoarse voice made his eyes flutter to a half lidded state, “Please, Mikey.”

He nodded frantically before slipping his lips into yours, his hands beginning to roam your body earning soft moans from you.

The book discarded on the floor meant close to nothing to you both in this moment, it’s open pages revealed just what brought on the declaration of passionate love: you were straddling his lap, your shirt was in the process of being discarded while his hands inched along your exposed skin that were littered with small marks of love.

Donatello

It was more of an accident than purposeful.

He was slouched in his lab, looking over his notes trying to find what he did wrong but his mind was too liquid for his own sentences to make sense. He would pause to sigh and rub his face, take a sip of his now cold coffee before attempting to go back to his work. The words swirled like vultures circling prey, he groaned before pulling his glasses off of his face and softly massaging his pounding head. His head hurt too much to focus on his work, but his stubbornness refused to let him succumb to sleep.

He clicked the pen in his hand and squinted at the words on the page, his eyes slowly devouring the words while his hand absentmindedly started to doodle on the margin of his notes. His eyes crawled to the drawing, his attention now on the swirls that he drew. He frowned tiredly as he began to make the swirls into a legible drawing.

He didn’t realize quite what he was drawing until he was done, the single eye he drew was familiar, but in his tired state he barely recognized who it belonged to until he heard a soft knock at his locked lab door.

“Donnie? Are you still awake?” Your soft voice killed the headache that fought his brain, he was jolted with a sudden alertness as he managed to piece together that the eye he drew belonged to you. A soft yelp escaped from his lips at the realization, he scrambled to cover up the drawing before he shouldered his way to the door - unlocking it quickly to meet your surprised face.

“I didn’t think that would work,” You chuckled lightly, you took his arms into your hands and led him to his room, soft and tired protests falling as mumbles from his lips.

“You need sleep, real sleep.” You kicked open his bedroom door and led him to his bed, his steps getting more off-balanced and sluggish.

He barely made it to his bed before he collapsed, resting on his side, he felt as your hands pulled off his glasses followed by all of his other equipment littering his body. He watched with heavy eyes as you tucked him into his bed, part of him wanted to grab you and ask you to lay with him. As he watched you, his imagination ran wild with the idea of you: laying down next to him, your warmth forcing him to be addicted to your touch; how your body would fit perfectly against his, your head deep in his neck that he’d be able to smell your fruity shampoo, your legs tangled in his, your arms rested against his chest while his were snug around your waist; you’d wake up with slightly parted lips, begging him to kiss you awake but he wouldn’t, he couldn’t wake up your peaceful state and would stay there as long as he could hold you in his arms.

“You’re pretty,” He didn’t know if he said it out loud or not, but your response told him that you did.

“Thanks, Don.” You giggled, he cursed himself for forgetting your giggle in his short day dream, and pulled his blanket up to his chin. You pressed a soft kiss to his temple, a giggle and snort came from him in response as well as a toothy grin and a blush, “Sleep well, Donatello.”

He hid in his lab after he woke up, reflecting on his behavior last night that brought a maddening blush to his cheeks and thoughts that he couldn’t quite shake from his head. His notes were now filled with your name surrounded by hearts, small scribbles of you littering the margins. His eyes casted over to the photos of you crowding his desk, he hadn’t dared to try to trap your beauty on a page but as he stared into your eyes that held nothing short of love and glee, he pulled out a blank sheet of notebook paper and began his new project.

“Oh, hey,” you shot a quick smile at the dragon who finally left his cave, in his hands papers of treasure he clutched close to him, “I just made some coffee.”

A nervous smile twitched on his lips, he accepted the mug of the dark liquid as you slid it over towards him. His hands shook slightly as he picked up the mug, his eyes never leaving the kind smile on your lips.

“We’re doing a movie tonight,” you offered the creamer to him, despite knowing that he would refuse as always, “Mikey and Raph claimed the couch, and Leo his chair as always, so I guess you’re stuck with the floor and me.”

He nodded at your words, fearing that if he spoke his voice would crack under your kind, soft gaze.

“Raph is choosing the movie tonight so I’m sorry if I cling onto you during the movie,” a soft chuckle escaped you while you spoke, knowing that you very well would be cuddling with the turtle with or without the horror movie of Raphael’s choosing.

A blush rose to his cheeks thinking of you clutching onto him all night, how the movie wouldn’t matter to him as long as you were in his arms.

“I-“ his voice cracked, earning a muffled giggle from you, “I look forward to it.” He managed without his voice cracking, but only doing so by forcibly lowering his voice an octave.

“Okay,” you chuckled and brushed your hand against his arm as you walked past him, “I’ll see you then.”

He could feel his whole body light up with your touch, he scrambled to grab the cup of coffee before fleeing to his lab, inspiration striking every fiber of his being.

“Donnie?” You slipped into the quiet lab, calling the turtle’s name, “We’re about to start the movie.”

You carefully stepped through his lab, avoiding the steaming beakers and messily placed papers, “Donnie?”

You walked to his main desk, disappointed by the lack of his presence at the desk but bursting into a smile at the sight of photos surrounding various papers. You sunk into his large leather gaming chair, your eyes glancing over the papers crowding his desk. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion at the sight of drawing, not knowing that Donnie had an artist side to him, and began to inspect the drawings.

You let out a grin at the sight of a drawing of you holding a stack of papers with goggles askew on your head, you shifted through the drawings, finding all of them of you. Some just random moments of you - giggling at something Mikey had said, smiling with Raphael as you read one of his comic books, squished on the couch with his brothers while you all encouraged Mikey as he played a video game.

You didn’t notice eyes on you as you rummaged through the drawings, part of him wanted to stop you, but seeing the smile on your lips he didn’t dare move an inch.

You chuckled lightly as you discarded a drawing of you snuggled on the couch while clutching a pillow and a large hoodie devouring your figure, your eyes moved from the drawing to the next one. Heat rose to your face immediately, at the sight of the one in your hands: you were straddling him standing on your knees while his arms pressed against your bottom, pulling you completely into him, your fingers brushing against his lips while your foreheads were pressed together.

You would have never tore your eyes from the drawing if another hadn’t caught your attention, you gently held the new drawing in your hands: you were leaning against him, as if you were falling, your hands were placed on his chest while one of his was steadying you by pressing against the middle of your back, the other gripping your waist, his head leaned down towards yours as your lips were connected.

Your breath was caught in your throat as you stared at the intimate drawing, almost feeling his lips on yours as they were in the detailed art.

He leaned on the table to watch you closer, he placed his hand on a shelf to see if he could catch sight of your face but the shelf gave up his weight and he fell far less gracefully than he meant to. Papers flew as he fell, along with the destruction of all of that was on the shelf.

“Donnie!” You were quick to his side, helping him up with blushes on both of your faces, his arms rested in yours as you faced him, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he couldn’t look in your eyes, not wanting to know how you stared at him knowing what his favorite recent pastime was.

“I-“ you breathed out, not knowing quite what to say; whether to admit your guilt or play off the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach.

“You’re allowed to hate me,” his voice was weak, matching his slumped and small posture, his voice cracking as he spoke on the verge of tears, “You can yell, tear up my lab, hit me, or-“

You cut him off with your lips on his, a soft kiss that was only a second long but didn’t fail to make his knees wobbly and a nervous laugh and snort coming from him, his hands shook as he reached for yours.

“Or I can do that.” You accepted his sweaty hands into yours, fitting like a missing puzzle piece, “And you can come watch the movie with me.”

“And cuddle?” His voice was high pitched, not recovering from the kiss yet.

“Yes, Don,” you giggled, “And cuddle.”

Raphael

At first, Raph was angry.

He had wanted a new set of weights but instead he received a leather bound notepad with a phrase engraved on the back,

To Bring Peace To The Hopeless

He would stare at the phrase for days after his birthday, never understanding what the cryptic words meant or what it will mean. He would flick through the blank pages, waiting for some forbidden knowledge to pop out at him but there was nothing.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later did Raph find a purpose for it, he had shoved it between his mattress and the frame of his bed to even out his bed - out of sight, out of mind - but when he stormed to his room after another fight with Leo, his father was the one that came for him.

He started by asking if his son had kept the book, a scowl on his face when his son pulled the notepad from under his mattress. He gave a brief lecture of how to maintain care of the leather book and its blank pages before he told his son,

“I have hopes that drawing will bring you the peace that you deserve, my son.”

With his words of wisdom, the humanoid rodent left the room with a small, knowing, smile on his face.

Drawing will bring you the peace, Raph stared at the book with his father's words running wild in his mind, his large finger following the dents that the engraving on the back had left.

He huffed before flipping open the book, the blank page almost mocking him, he grabbed a broken pencil off of his floor and debated whether or not to dig the pencil into the cream colored page and make dark marks of scribbled anger. He growled before tearing his eyes from the page, not knowing what to draw on the page.

He fell back into his lumpy mattress, clutching the book to his chest as he rolled over to his side to get more comfortable. His eyes immediately fell on the photo resting next to his bed, he lifted himself up by his elbows and reached for the picture. A smile formed on his lips as he stared at the moment captured in glass; you were smiling brightly, your face squished up against his - blushes heavy on both of your faces - you eyes held nothing but pure joy as you both were lightly covered in flour. That day you both were banned from the lair’s kitchen, but it was worth the memory that never failed to bring a smile to his lips and a familiar feeling of punching butterflies in his stomach.

He placed the picture next to his notebook and began to sketch the photo onto the blank page.

“Hey stranger,” he promptly slammed the book shut as you leaned over his shoulder, your hands resting on his shoulders, “What’s that?”

“Nothing,” he huffed, a blush flooding his face as you moved closer to him.

“Nothing?” You repeated, not convinced by his words in the slightest, “Since when do you keep secrets from me?”

“It’s not a secret,” he shook his head and placed the notepad next to him, “It’s nothing.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but shouting from your kitchen pulled you away from the turtle to his two younger siblings who were both bickering and breaking things in your kitchen.

He sighed in relief as you left from his side, trying to prevent any more chaos in your apartment from the brothers. He reopened his notebook, his recent drawing unfinished but was close to being done. It was another drawing to his collection of your portraits, some of just you, others of you and him. It began with just normal poses, you smiling, you laughing, you reclining on your couch with your phone in your hand, you dancing when you won against his youngest brother at a video game. But the most recent ones, they were ones of pure fantasy. You holding his hand - your fingers laced with his, so detailed that for a moment he could feel your hand in his; you snuggling into him as if letting him go would be your downfall; your lips - the way they pulled when you smiled, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you tried to muffle a laugh or suppress a smile; and his favorite, one that he had filled most of the pages with, was of you and him kissing - of what he imagined the softness and nervousness of a first kiss with you would be like, how you would kiss his cheek to calm him down, kissing his forehead to remind him of your devotion to him, how your kisses would travel across his skin reminding him that you wouldn’t shy away from loving him completely. But they were all dreams unlived, he knew he could never love them or match the real you.

The way you tilted your head back when you let out loud laughs, your smile that would never fail to make his legs weak, your eyes that he could look into forever if you would have let him, your hands that always left a lingering warm touch to his skin.

That he could never capture on a single page.

“Raph,” his eyes popped up from his book that he shut quickly after being pulled from his mind, “Help!”

You were holding back Mikey who was attempting to throw sugar at Donnie, making quick jabs at how Donnie needed to be sweeter to him, the eldest was holding back the genius who managed to weaponize coffee grounds.

Raph discarded his notepad and went to aid you, managing to get the sugar out of his brother’s hand and pull him from the kitchen.

“Both of you, lair, now.” Leo commanded after he was able to push Donnie to the ground, glaring at the two youngest boys, “You two are going to work this out or so help me.”

They grumbled something as they made their way to leave your apartment, apologizing curtly as they passed you for making a mess in your kitchen.

“Come on, Raph, I’ll need help.” Leo nodded towards you as a farewell before pushing his brothers out of the door towards your small balcony.

“Right,” he groaned, sending you a kind smile before going after his brothers.

The apartment was almost deafening silent as the brothers had left, making your way to the broom closet to get out cleaning supplies when a foreign object was on your couch.

Your hands slipped around the leather book, almost immediately recognizing the book as Raphael’s. You felt guilty and dirty with the book in your hands, you felt even worse as you peeled open the book.

The very first drawing as an odd looking face, the proportions fairly off which brought a small smile to your face. You continued to flick through the pages when the face began to morph and become recognizable.

“Oh my god,” Your smile fell as you saw a drawing that was almost a mirror image of you, you continued on, watching your life through the eyes of Raphael before the drawing were no longer memories or moments of past time but images that you were sure to remember if they were true.

They were soft and tender, kisses, hugging, hand holding, sleeping in his room with his arm draped across your body, sleepy smiles, and one that you lingered on, tracing where his pencil once was: a drawing of his hands softly cupping your face as his scarred and splitted lip inches towards what you believed were yours, your fingers lingering on his hands.

“Hey, sweetheart, have you-“ you turned to see the owner of the drawings pulling himself into your home, his face void of emotion as he stared at you with his book in your hands.

“I-“ you shut your mouth as he stormed over to you, snatching the book from your hands, you were unable to read his face but all of your breath left your body and you wanted to hide under his glaring.

“How much of it did you see?” You flinched at his growling, your eyes slowly traveling from the floor to meet his.

“I really like them,” He stumbled away from you, one of his hands gripping the top of his head, his eyes were closed as he debated the dilemma swirling in his mind. “I didn’t know you thought of me like that.”

“I didn’t know either,” his eyes were still closed as he responded, his voice barely about a whisper and his body frozen, “Not until I start drawing you. You were-“

He took a deep breath, removing the hand from his head in the process, his eyes catching a look of everything on its way to meet yours, “You were my muse. My peace.”

He began to take steps towards you, his fingers lightly hit yours as he stood in front of you, his head bowed, “You are my peace.”

When your fingers wrapped around his wrists, the fire of your touch made him look into your eyes, you led his hands to your jaw - his hands lightly cupping your face out of an unknown instinct.

“You drew something like this,” you looked into his shining eyes as he stared down at you - his eyes were wide, his lips were parted as he struggled for breath, his stomach was punching itself at how close you were to him and he was frozen in place. “It’s my favorite one.”

“It is?” His voice was small, soft, fragile.

“Yeah,” you smiled at the boy, you bit your lip to hide your excitement as he leaned closer to your lips, your eyes were fluttering to a close as he pressed his lips against yours. His rough lips were softly pressing against yours but didn’t dwindle the fire that erupted in you both. He could feel the flames as it rose to your face, as your fingers danced from his wrists to his shoulder, fire spreading with your very touch. One of his hands slipping to the back of your neck to pull you closer to his lips, the soft noise that came from you made the fire explode from his stomach to his entire being.

You slowly removed your lips from his, smiles wide on both of your faces as you both took some time for air, his hands moved from your head to your hips, keeping you trapped near him,

“Wow,” he breathed out, soft chuckles coming from both of you.

“Better than you thought it would be?”

“It was amazing,” his forehead rested against yours, his thumbs softly tracing strange shapes on your hips, “You’re- I-“

You cut him off with a kiss on his cheek, abruptly stopping him from searching for words, “I liked it too.”

Your fingers traced the scars that littered his shoulders, your forehead never leaving his and both of you couldn’t quite catch your breath together, but you both were at peace in each other's arms. Drawing did bring him peace, with you in his grasp and your lips ghosting over his, his peace was you.

A peace that he deserved.

Halloween in New York City. One of my favourite times of the year. A day where no matter how odd, how freaky or scary you might be, you fit in with everybody else. A day when girls and boys all over the city dress as their favourite monsters and heroes, and get free candy. A day when even a ‘Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle’ can walk around out in the open. Of course, some Halloweens are filled with more tricks than treats. Maybe this year we should’ve stayed home and rented scary movies.

Yes, I'm doing this crossover 😳♥️