~Let me be the one you call, if you jump I wont let you fall. I’ll lift you up and fly away with you , into the night. If you need to fall apart, I can mend a broken heart. If you need to crash, then crash and burn , you’re not alone~ <3 

Soul Skin Deep ~ A Green Ever After (brandacelynn: Fanfiction: TMNT)

Rated M. 

Dudette’s face was so red and cute. Michelangelo kissed the inside of her thigh again, making her shake. Looking directly at that magic little area he’d never gotten to see, it was like looking at this awesome package that god had given her just for him.

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Donatello sipped his coffee turning around with a plate of hot pop tarts and his tablet under one arm. Breakfast and the morning New York Times . . . And Michelangelo dancing around the Kitchen performing a mating ritual to Kelly that involved serenading while simultaneously cooking eggs or pancakes. “Mornin’ DA DA DONNNN”

“Good morning” Donatello replied not looking away from his tablets morning edition of the New York Times.

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“You may continue” Master Splinter instructed more than suggested. Raphael readied an offensive stance while Mikey put his arms out. “It’s okay Bro, you’ll get there someday”

Leonardo closed his eyes while Donatello winced. “RGH! UGH!”

Raphael hit him fast and low with a blocked hit to the face, grabbing his brothers leg and throwing him.  Michelangelo flew into a hard roll on the floor. Brandace watched, seeing Raphael lay his brother out for the comment. Raphael cracked his neck to the side before turning to look behind him. Brandace immediately turning around, like she didn’t hear anything, knowing that’s how the hulking irritated Raphael would want it. Donatello seemed to fall suit, ushering all three females out towards the elevator to the warehouse. “And now were off to a long day of higher education, this way class” Donatello didn’t bother looking back at Raphael’s undoubtedly ticked off glare.

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“Maybe she’s afraid”. She was holdin’ her arms close in that tight black sweater, not lookin’ up at him like he wanted her too. 

“Afraid o’ what” He answered a little less rough. Leanin’ his head against the back of the couch, watchin’ her get up to leave, stretchin’ upwards almost enticingly. Like she knew he was watchin’.