Turtleverse: 2014/Bayverse
Summary: After the Reader's original plans for valentines fall through, Mikey swoops in to save the day and give her a perfect night. All my fics are Safe For Work cuz I don't write smut. Warning that my writing isn't top quality. Which is partly why I don't write smut fics, btw…
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Somehow, Y/n should have seen this coming just from how her now ex (for the 3rd and final time) had been through their entire two year relationship.
It was Valentine's day, and in the prick's usual fashion, the guy decided he'd rather go drink with his buddies when they had already made plans to have dinner and a movie night in.
She sighed, throwing the food she made angrilly in fhe trash before taking a swig of wine straight out of the bottle before glancing down at her phone when she heard the text tone.
-Heya, how goes the date, Angelcakes?-
She sighed and picked up her phone and texted back.
-It doesn't, Mikey. He bailed. So, he and I are done for good this time. I am currently downing my feelings in a bottle of very expensive imported chocolate wine. Worst $250 I ever spent, btw. Dont tell April. She's just gonna say she told me so…-
-To getting back with the jerk or buying the wine?-
-Well, how about this. Put the gross wine down, throw your shoes on and grab your coat, and give me like 30 minutes. Trust me, I know just how to cheer you up. ;) -
She raised a brow a bit, but admittedly, spending Valentines Day doing whatever her mutant bestie was cooking up was better than spending it alone. Ever since she (accidentally) met the turtles through April and befriended them three and a half years prior, Michelangelo just kind of naturally knew how to make her smile.
-Yeah alright. See you soon, Mikey.-
After a few minutes sitting at the kitchen table mulling it over, Y/n decided that, friends night or not, it was still Valentines Day and she wanted to look nice for whoever she was spending time with, so she got up and went to fix her makeup and put on something nice.
When he texted her to let her know he'd arrived, she slipped on her shoes and grabbed a coat. It somehow didn't surprise her that he had
dressier bottoms than his usual attire and was wearing a tie; albeit tied crookedly.
His excited smile mixed with a gape of surprise when he saw that she was all dressed up.
"Whoa…Y/n, that jerk doesn't know what he's missing out on. You are an absolute goddess, Angelcakes."
He kissed her hand and she chuckled and kissed his cheek.
"You look pretty dashing tonight, yourself."
"Heh, thanks." He crouched and motioned for her to get on his back. "So, before we get where we're going, close your eyes, okay? I want it to be a surprise."
"No problems there." Y/n replied, wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders and squeezing her eyes shut. "I'm slowly getting over my fear of heights, but I'm still not quite there…"
"Scared you'll fall for me?"
"Mikey, that was one of your worst jokes ever." She mumbled, gently nudging him in the side with her foot as he stood up straight.
"Yet you're trying not to snort. Okay, hold on tight."
She squeaked and tightened her grip a bit as she felt him taking off into a running leap.
Thankfully, where they were going was only a couple rooftops over, though he kept her mostly distracted from her anxiousness with little jokes and funny stories reminiscing some of the good times they had.
She was all too ready to get onto solid ground when he stopped and crouched for her again.
As she exhaled shakily, he chuckled.
"See? Wasn't so bad, right? You can open your eyes now."
She hesitantly did so, gasping at what he set up. He laid out a picnic blanket with a box of pizza, a vase with some of her favorite flowers, which grew in one of the parks nearby, a telescope he somehow got Donnie to lend him, and a pile of cuddling blankets; for after they ate, of course.
"Mikey…." She murmured, tearing up a bit.
He froze at her reaction. Oh god, did she not like it? Was it too little? Too much? Wrong kind of flowers? Did-
His thought process was interrupted when she threw her arms around him and hugged him tight.
"Pizza, stargazing, and cuddles? How is it you know me better than the jerk who was supposed to love me for two years?" She mumbled. "This couldn't be more perfect."
He grinned at that and picked her up, carrying her over to gently set her on the blanket.
As they ate and talked, Y/n realized it could be more perfect…
Mikey was always there for her from the moment they met. She wanted to geek out about an anime, game, etc she was into, he was there to geek out with her. She wanted someone to taste test a new recipe she was trying, he was the first to volunteer. She needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to hang out with, he was always a call or text away.
No matter what she needed, he would drop everything for her. And the way he always called her 'Angelcakes' or any of his other various nicknames gave her butterflies from the start.
Why did it take her so long to realise? The whole reason her ex had gotten her attention was because in a really messed up way, his personality was like a bootleg Michelangelo. But some human gamer with a cringy sense of humor was nothing in comparison to what she really wanted, and she mentally kicked herself for not realizing sooner.
She set her slice of pizza down and took a deep breath. She had to go for it.
She exhaled shakily, gently thumbing the pizza sauce from the corner of his mouth. Her gaze met his gorgeous blues before she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his. She felt him tense in surprise a moment before shifting and pulling her into his lap, holding her close.
"I love you. I think I've felt like this since we met. I just…wish I'd realized it sooner instead of settling for him. I-"
She squeaked in surprise as he stood, twirling her around in his arms.
"Yes!! I got my dream girl!"
She clung to him tightly, giggling and kissing him again as he stopped spinning.
They could both agree on one thing. This was the best valentines day ever.
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