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Warning! This post does involve breakdowns, panic attacks, an abusive family, and many mental illness references. Please do not read if this is a sensitive topic for you, and please talk to people and ask for help if you are suffering from any mental illnesses. Please be safe and healthy! This may or may not be based on some of my life events and I hope this was what you had in mind!

You never wanted to bother them.

You never wanted them to see you as a burden.

You never wanted the pitiful stares, the soft rubbing of your back, the kind words that only made you feel worse because you couldn’t control what was happening to you but somehow they assume that once they finish talking to you, you’d be fine afterwards because they threw an inspirational quote from Facebook your way.

You never wanted them to know that you were resting your back against rough and cracked bricks that tugged at your shirt, your hair being pinched by the bricks as you rested your head against them as tears streamed down your face. You were sure you were going to leave behind a few strains as your sobs jolted your body and the bricks captured your locks. Your knees were pulled to your chest as the night sky was the only one that heard you, the moon was blurry through your tears, and the stars were nonexistent in the polluted air with the lights that remained lit throughout the long hours.

You never were enough.

Your sobs had morphed to pained hiccups that racked your body with every jolt and sent pain along your chest and arms. You stared at the blurry moon, it was your focus point as your mind fell victim to its own corrosive thoughts.

You wanted to lose yourself. Lose everything you had known and newly create yourself. You promised yourself that you only had to last through high school, then college would be different. You would reinvent yourself in college with new faces, new surroundings, new life, a new you.

You were going to do that. Until they came along, they were what hesitated your plans after high school. You couldn’t just leave them.

You had pulled the soaked jacket closer to you. The cold air added to the heavy rainfall, so cold that the threat of snow had hung in the minds of all of New York City’s residents. You had decided to go on a walk, when you set out it the sun was dwindling behind the horizon and the grey clouds had not rolled in yet.

Your shoes squealed with every step, you crossed your arms as the wet clothing had brought a harsh shiver with every blow of the wind. You had glanced both ways before crossing the street under the dim streetlights that were flickering along with every other light in the city as the rain and wind did damage to the electricity.

You hadn’t heard the rumble of a truck owned by a drunk who hadn’t turned on his headlights until you turned and stood close enough to notice that the man had bloodshot gray eyes.

You braced for the fatal crash but instead you felt arms pulling you close to a harsh surface and skid into a dark alleyway that was dry due to a canopy. You pushed yourself against the unfamiliar surface to look up at what saved you from lying dead on the streets. You froze under the stare of bright green eyes that held swirls of yellow and brown. The savior stared back at you, almost as shocked as you by his actions.

“Don!” You jumped at the sound of three voices all shouting the same name, you turned to see three large figures blocking the light from the streets. You shivered as another just of wind blew into the alleyway, your savior helped you up along with standing himself.

“Th-thank you,” you didn’t know if you stuttered because of the cold or being in shock from the event.

He nodded at you and pulled his hands from you, almost feeling guilty as you were shivering, your teeth chattering being heard by all four of the brothers.

“Get them to the lair,” you glanced at the owner of the voice, he stood tall in authority, “Give them a work up to make sure they’re okay.”

You stared at the moon, it’s bright light like a beacon for your attention. Your sobs and hiccups had ceased and the only thing that reminded you that you were attached to your body was the warm tears sliding down your burning cheeks.

Your lungs burned with every breath, your chest felt tight and shot a pain along your spine. Your throat was swollen and felt itchy, begging for water and rest from your sobs. You blinked away your tears as you felt a wave of numbness wash over you. You stared at the glowing orb in the sky, your mind fuzzy with static in an attempt to block out what caused you to become a stow away on your own roof.

“Hey,” you kept your head against the cool brick as you rolled it to look at the owner of the voice, the turtle who saved you almost a year ago staring down at your curled up figure,

“We were passing by, your lights were off and your window was open.” He explained his observation as he sat down next to you, “I stayed behind while everyone else went back to the lair.”

You gave a weak sniff before turning back to your original position, the moon being more important to your teary eyes than your friend.

“Talk to me,” he softly placed his hand on yours, your eyes fell from the moon and landed back on him.

“I-“ you choked back a sob as your free hand flew to your mouth to muffle the pained wails and the other latched onto his hand tightly.

He hushed you softly as he pulled you into his lap with his arms instinctively encircling you, you melted into his touch, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck while you tucked your head into the base.

He softly rubbed your back, reassuring you that he was there for you and that you were safe. You pulled your head from his neck, staring into his bright eyes as you blubbered out,

“My,” your voice was hoarse, your throat rumbled with your words, “My family.”

He softly cupped your face, you hand lifted to lace with his fingers and pressed his cold hand closer to your warm cheek, “It’s okay, you can talk when you're ready. I’ll be right here.”

“Why can’t you just act normal, for once?” Your mother slammed the door after you all had entered the apartment. Your siblings were slumped as they took off down the hall that held your bedrooms but you weren’t lucky enough to join them. “Honestly, what is wrong with you?”

She threw her purse on the countertop with such force that most of the contents from the bag jumped from the pouch - undoubtedly angry.

“I didn’t mean to,” your voice was soft and weak, not wanting to provoke any more of her flaming anger, “You know I can’t control it.”

“It was a childish tantrum, Y/N!” She shrieked and slapped her hands against the countertop, the loud noise and aggressive action caused you to flinch away from her. “One night. I asked you not to be a fool - an embarrassment - for one night!”

“I can’t control them.”

“Right,” she scoffed, her eyes rolling pointedly, “What do you call your tantrums-“

“They’re panic attacks.”

“Tantrums!” She roared, his hands making contact with the countertop to let out her physical aggression other than on you, “They are tantrums!”

“Panic attacks,” you stressed, “Usually caused by triggers-“

“You mean when you don’t get your way.” She scoffed, “How did I end up with a disgrace like you?”

“I-“ you swallowed your words, focusing more on calming yourself before another attack drained all that was left of you.

“When you turn 18,” she knocked her shoulder against yours as she began to stomp towards her room, calling over her shoulder, “I never want to see you again!”

When she slammed her bedroom door behind her with a sharp crack of splintering wood echoed throughout the silent apartment, you let out a shaky breath and tried to move your frozen feet to your room.

That’s when things only got worse.

“What were you thinking?”

“Thanks to you I can't go out with my friends this weekend.”

“You are such a screw up.”

Your siblings sneered at you before you stumbled into your room and shut the door with your back, you flicked off the lights and slid down your door. Your lungs burning to breath but you could were solid and numb, the tears streaming down your face were cool on your burning face.

“That’s right, hide in your room! Like always!”

“You’re a teenager, not a child!”

“No wonder you sneak out, I wouldn’t want to drag down this family like you!”

“Why can’t you just run away for good? It'll be better for all of us!”

“We don’t want you here anymore!”

“Freak!” They all screamed in unison before their doors slammed shut one by one.

You couldn’t breath in your room, the air thick, warm, and heavy with hate. You scrambled to your feet and flung open your window, gasping at the cool night air. You stumbled out of your window, your knees weak from the energy that had drained from you from your sobbing and attacks, and climbed the fire escape to the roof. Your safe haven from your family.

“I got you,” he pulled you back into his chest after you had retold the story through watery blubbering, “I got you.”

He rested his chin on top on your head, his body almost completely engulfing you as you were curled up in his arms, sobbing. You were whimpering incoherent words, none of which he could understand so he tightened his grip on you - hoping that it was helping rather than hurting.

“It's okay, I’m here,” he pressed a soft kiss against your head as your sobs were becoming softer, “You’ll be alright, I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Your hiccups were mixed with sniffles, as you tilted your head to look into his eyes, whimpers came from your cracked, hoarse stuttering, “Can I stay with you tonight?”

He gulped as he stared down at you, wanting to scream that you could stay with them forever, but sufficed with a soft, “Of course.”

He was a genius but he didn’t know how to help. If he could even help at all. He had devoured everything he could on mental illnesses and abusive families the first time you came into the lair with sunken eyes and your fingers fidgeting with your long sleeves, he made sure to do anything possible to let you know he was fighting for you. But he never said a word of his observations, not wanting you to feel forced to explain your drenched clothes as you would walk in the rain to escape from your family, he only wanted to help you. But he didn’t know how.

What he did know was that you needed him, and you needed to leave your family.

He scooped you into his arms, lifting you up so that he could carry your weak body to the lair.

He was almost happy that his brothers were nowhere to be seen, not knowing how you’d react to his brothers scrambling to know how you were in such a state. He was trying to remain calm, but his shaking hands and voice leaked with his fears, this was about you, he had to do everything right.

He placed you on his foreign bed, the mattress harder than his brothers due to its common absent body. Small tears escaped your eyes and whimpers came from your sore throat.

“Do you want me to go?” He didn’t know if you heard him over the whimpering that brought pain to you, he pulled the blanket up to your chin, hanging on any word that may come from your tired lips.

“Stay,” your shaking hand poked out from under the blanket to grasp his wrist, “Please don’t leave me.”

“Okay,” he placed his free hand on yours, “Whatever you need, I’m here for you.”

Your eyes blinked open to look at him, your bloodshot eyes burned as you stared at him, “Don, am I a freak?”

His eyes almost bulged out of his head.

You? A freak?

“What?” His scooter closer to you, his eyes locking into yours, “You do know you’re talking to a mutant turtle freak who lives in the sewers, right?”

“Don,” his heart leaped as a small smile twitched onto your features, “You’re not a freak.”

“Neither are you,” he pressed a soft kiss against your hand, using his own to wipe away your tears before returning to capture your small hand in his.

“But I screw up all the time,” your eyes escaped from his gaze, “And I have panic attacks, and my family hates me, everyone hates me,” you voice trailed off, “I hate me.”

“I don’t,” he squeezed your hand, your eyes darting to his, “I could never hate you and my brothers? They could never hate you either. Your family, your mom and siblings, they aren’t your family. I am.” His eyes were determined, loving, they were the eyes that have always saved you, “We are your family. You can live here, and we’ll help you. Whatever you need, I’m here for you.”

“Don-“

“We‘re your family, Y/n, and we'll do whatever it takes to make you happy.” You nodded at his words, his hand went to capture the tears that escaped from you. “Stay with us, stay with me.”

“I can’t promise I’ll get better.”

“It’s okay,” he rested his cheek against your interlocked hands, “I’ll be by your side, supporting you either way.”

“Thank you,” he smiled lightly as he felt your hand squeeze his, your body relaxing into the slumber that beckoned you. “Thank you for everything, Don.”

“Why don’t you go to bed, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

And he was. He was always there, and he wasn’t going to give up on you. He would help in every way he could, he hoped that it would be enough.

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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.

Word Count: 3k 

I ended with a good note so I hope that’s okay! This is my first request that I have written, so let me know if you like it!

‘Mind if I come over?’ 

You stared at the text, your nerves making your hands shake and a lump rose to your throat, your answer was just a simple ‘yes’ but the delay in his arrival made you want to text him again. Leonardo, the eldest and the leader of four brothers, had always made you feel this way. The blinding nerves that always made you stumble over your words, make heat jump to your face, and made your hands shake just at the sight of his smile - you were surprised how he hadn’t noticed your lovesick behavior at his presence. 

“Hey-“ 

You jumped out of your seat, almost falling off the barstool entirely until his hands stabilized you by grasping your waist,

“Careful there.” He whispered in your ear, his plastron was pressed against your back, he barely even recognized his unpresidential closeness until he could feel your tense body and the warmth radiating from you. 

He uttered a quick apology before taking a step away from you, embarrassed by your tense figure, his mind instantly flicking to the worse - had you despised him, had you feared him, had you harbored some hate towards him? 

He wouldn’t know it was quite the opposite - you had fallen for him; your body burned with a blush every touch, stare, and word he threw at you; you had loved him. 

“How are you?” You managed out, turning from the stool to look at him before pulling yourself out of the chair, “Usually it’s one of your brothers coming here this late.” 

“Sorry,” he apologized again, his eyes were stuck to the floor as his hands were nervously picking at each other.

“No, no,” you took his hands in yours, making his eyes jump to yours, “It’s fine. I like you-“ 

You trailed off as you got lost in his eyes, a shy smile forming on both of your lips.

“Being here!” You chuckled nervously, “I like you being here.” You rambled, “I mean I like you, you’re great! We’re great friends! We all are, that’s why you’re here.” 

Your hands were flying with every word, his smile faltering as you were ranting,

“Friends!” You smiled brightly at him, “We’re friends, great friends. You know, the best of friends.” 

You chuckled again, his stoic face making your stomach clench, “Oh boy.” You muttered and looked away from him, not wanting to catch his gaze.

“I should go,” Leo looked away from you, feeling humiliated at coming over, “I’m sorry.”

“No, I am,” you sighed, your eyes slowly trailing up his body until landing on his twinkling orbs, “I am acting weird, aren’t I?” 

“It’s fine,” he waved you off and headed towards the window. 

“Wait,” you grabbed his wrist, the action causing him to yield entirely, “I have popcorn.” 

He slightly turned to look at you out of the corner of his eye, a smile barely noticeable on his lips.

“And coffee, decaf.” He began to rotate towards you, his hand sliding more into yours, “And I have Captain America recorded.”

He let out a short chuckle, “You know I love that movie.”

“I do,” you both shared a bright smile before he laced his fingers with yours and led you to your couch. 

Two movies in, you were settled in between his legs with a large bowl containing a mountain of freshly popped popcorn on yours. One of his arms was wrapped around your stomach, pulling you closer to him while his other was slowly picking at the popcorn - careful to not get any residue on you. Your position was similar to his, your arm rested on top of the one encircling you, your fingers laced with his - the other was focused on stabilizing the bowl and ever so often pawing at the treat. 

You were happy that he couldn’t see your face, the heavy blush burned your face with every second. Since the tension had long died, you were comfortable in his arms; laughing, smiling, and ever so often you leaned back into him as if melting into him - he was more surprised that he was able to contain himself with you in his arms. His eyes began to feel heavy, he wedged his head in the creavas of your neck, his hot breath against your neck sent goosebumps running along your arms. You gently rested your head against his, your eyes closing as well. 

When Leonardo woke up, disappointment filled him as you were no longer in his arms. He lifted his head from the couch, his eyes tiredly searching for you. You were softly humming in the kitchen, two steaming cups of what he assumed was coffee sitting behind you.

He pulled himself from the couch with a small groan, his made his way over to you - grabbing one of the apples from a fruit basket before appearing to your side. 

“Making anything good?” 

You jumped at his voice and stared at him with wide eyes, 

“Why do you insist on doing that?” You clutched your chest as your heart pounded in your ears, heat rising to your cheeks.

“Sorry,” he chuckled, his hand traced your shoulder blade before resting on your upper arm, “I thought you had heard me.” 

You shook your head with a breathy laugh, “You know very well I never hear you.” 

His smile grew while leaning closer to you, your breath hitching at his proximity, “I may.” 

He lifted the apple to take a bite of it, instantly regretting to do so. He quickly spat his bite into his hand, “What is wrong with your apple?”

“Apple?” You glanced over and what was in his hands, before breaking into hysterical laughter, managing to shout, “That was decorative!”

He grumbled something incoherent as his face lit up like a fire, he threw both the fake apple and the mushy bite into the trash can, and turned to a quick escape. 

“Don’t go,” you chuckled and pulled on his arm lightly, “You have to have some actual food before you go.”

He gave a short nod, but stayed silent, his eyes trained on the floor. 

His eyes only moved when you placed a soft kiss on his cheek, his eyes staring wide into yours that were being squished by your large grin,

“Please?” 

“Okay,” he smiled softly at you, allowing you to pull him into the kitchen to help you with the breakfast - making sure that he stood far from the toaster. 

 “I know your secret,” You jumped at the singing voice in your ear, you whipped around - discarding the plate you were washing entirely - to crane your neck to look into cornflower orbs that were lit by his forbidden knowledge.

“Jeez, Mikey, are you trying to give me a heart attack?” You lightly slapped his arm, your other hand clutched where your heart was, “You and your brothers have got to wear bells or something.” 

“That’s no fun,” he pouted, he easily lifted himself to sit on your countertop, watching as you rolled your eyes before returning to your dishes. 

“So what prank did you pull on Raph this time?” You called over your shoulder while your hands were busy with a bowl.

“Painted his weights,” Mikey shrugged, he hopped off the counter behind you to join you next to the sink. He grabbed a dry towel from the counter and began drying the dishes after you washed them, “You know Donnie could fix your dishwasher.”

“He’ll try to fix everything in here,” You muttered and handed the being another dish, “Plus this is oddly relaxing.” 

“Easy for you to say,” Mikey was stacking the dry dishes, “You get the pleasure of me helping with chores for once.” 

“Which I am grateful for,” you nodded at him, a kind smile on your lips, “Even though you suck at drying dishes.” 

“Yeah?” He chuckled before twisting the towel into a potential whip, “Want to take back your words?” 

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow before pulling on the sink extension to point it at him, your other hand rested on the faucet, “Do you?” 

He unraveled the towel in defeat, a smile on his lips as he raised his hands in defeat, “You got me, sweetcheeks.” 

You hummed triumphantly before returning to the few dishes that have been yet to be clean, “Never forget it, Orange.”

A soft silence settled upon you both, you finished up washing the dishes and handed him the last plate, 

“I know you like him.” He said abruptly before he took the plate from your hands.

“What?” You chuckled nervously, your eyes trained on his soft grin. 

“C’mon, sweetcheeks,” his grin grew as he glanced at you, “You think I wouldn’t notice?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You scoffed, leaning against the counter. 

“How about the night that Leo was nowhere to be seen in the lair?” He feigned a dreamy voice, “Ringing any bells?” 

“None,” you attempted to lie smoothly, but your word was rather pitchy, a fatale trait that revealed your lies. 

“You are terrible at lying, sweetcheeks,” 

“I am not,” you flicked his forehead before making your way over to your couch. 

“C’mon, sweetcheeks,” He called to your back, chasing after you, “You like Leo.” 

“Don’t,” you turned and pointed an accusing finger at him, “Don’t do anything.”

His grin was a mile long, he began to back away from you, heading towards his escape.

“Mikey,” you warned, your finger never wavered as you stepped after him.

“See ya, sweetcheeks!” He winked at you before darting to the window.

“Mikey!” You shouted, running after him. You stumbled out of the window and onto the rickety fire escape, the turtle just disappearing out of sight as you screamed after him, “Michelangelo!”

 The genius turtle rubbed the small bridge between his eyes, the deep circle under his eyes were mostly hidden by his mask but his words related his tired state, “There are bad ideas, and then there is this idea.” 

“So you’re on board?” Mikey grinned at his brother before he felt a sharp slap to the back of his head, his eyes shooting a quick glare at his other brother, “What was that for?”

“Being an idiot.” The large figure sat on a chair, the chair squealing due to his heavy weight.

“This is a good idea!” Michelangelo grinned, he spent less than an hour developing a master plan on how to get his brother to confess his obvious crush on you, his mind ran wild with ideas that he scribbled down on a ripped sheet of paper with a glitter pen. 

“No, Mikey, it isn’t.” Donnie stood from his own chair, his hand snatching up his mug that splashed with pungent black coffee, “I’m out.”

“Agreed,” Raph huffed and stood up himself, they both were halfway out of the kitchen before Mikey’s words stopped them,

“Doesn’t Leo deserve this?” He pleaded, his brothers slowly turned to look at him, “Don’t we all?” 

“You shouldn’t meddle with this, Mikey.” Donatello warned his younger brother.

“Not me, us.” He nodded with a grin, glancing at both of his brothers, “Plus maybe he’ll crack down on patrols and training.” 

“Not likely,” Leo stepped into the kitchen, heading towards the refrigerator for a drink, “Whatever you are planning, Mikey, leave those two out of it.” 

“What if it’s a good plan?” 

“No plan of yours is good, Mikey.” Raph crossed his arms while he leaned against the wall. 

“I second that,” Donnie added before taking a sip of his caffeinated beverage. 

“Oh, come on,” Mikey groaned, “I have good ideas!”

“Really?” Raph smirked, “Name one.”

“I-“ Mikey opened his mouth to speak, all of his brothers’ eyes on him, “Okay, so I can’t think of one right now-“

“It’s because you haven’t had one.” Raph kept his glare on his younger brother.

“My most recent idea is good,” Mikey gave a knowing glance to Raph and Donnie, Leo being slightly confused as he was out of the loop. 

“Whatever is going on here, I’m putting an end to it.” Leo grabbed a bottle of water before heading towards the door, “Be ready for patrol later.” 

Once he was out of earshot, Mikey looked at his brothers,

“If I spend another night on a rooftop without anything happening, I will go crazy.” 

“I thought you already were crazy.” Raph pulled himself from his leaning position, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I can’t do another patrol with Fearless without punching someone.” 

“I do have a project I’m working on,” Donnie trailed off, his fingers pushing up his glasses as he silently calculated what he wanted to do. 

“This is going to be great.” Mikey’s large grin returned. 

“This is ridiculous,” You giggled, “You’re helping me clean? Did Mikey put you two up to this?” 

“No,” both of the brothers said in unison, but you just frowned, not buying their lie. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Raph chuckled, catching your frown, “If we all are in on it then you know that it’s nothing too bad.”

“If I get hurt or pranked, I will hurt both of you.” 

“You need to work on threatening others,” Donnie pulled himself from your dishwasher, “You’re like a kitten.” 

“Okay, rude,” You scoffed, “I can be very threatening.”

“Sure you can.” Raph chuckled while he worked around Donnie, he carefully placed the homemade pizza into your oven. 

“Looks good.” Donnie nodded at his own work, your dishwasher being the last item he needed to fix, he glanced around your clean apartment - almost having some faith in his younger brother’s plan. 

“Oh boy,” both of the brothers turned to look at you, your eyes locked on your phone, “Mikey’s calling, I better take this.” 

You shot them a small smile before ducking into your bedroom to accept the call.

“That’s the signal,” Raph set the timer for the food before making his way towards the window, “Do you think the plan will work?”

“There is a 55% chance,” He pushed up his glasses while following his brother, “There is also a chance that this backfires completely.”

“How high is that chance?” 

“High.” Donnie replies shortly as he climbs out of the window, “It gets higher every second we stay here.”

“Guys?” Donnie pulled Raph out of your house as your voice beckoned them.

“Let’s go,” Raph huffed. By the time you reached the window, they had disappeared completely.

“Weird,” you shut the window before going to the kitchen, checking on what exactly the two turtles had done to it. 

You nearly screamed when you felt arms encircle you.

“Leo!” You shouted, your face more red than his sweating one, “You all need to stop scaring me!” 

“Me scaring you?” He whipped you around in his arms to face him, your anger faded when you saw the panic written on his face, “Mikey told me you were hurt, I thought I could have lost you.” 

“Leo,” you softly cupped his face, “I’m fine, your brothers have been here with me for the past few hours. I don’t know why he would tell you that.” 

“But Mikey-“ his pants were slowly turning to soft huffs, confusion replaced his fear and panic, “You’re not hurt or anything?” 

“No, no,” you wiped away a tear that fell from his eye, “I’m okay, Leo. I’m fine.” 

“That’s-“ his huffs morphed to pained soft chuckles before his arms pulled you into him for a reassuring hug, “That’s great. You’re fine, you’re okay.” 

“I am,” you rested your arms across the back of his neck allowing his face to dig into the corner of your neck, letting your skin capture his tears, “I’d be better if you all stopped scaring me every time you greet me.”

His body shook under you, his chuckles a bit louder than before, “I’ll take note of it.” 

He didn’t dare move an inch, enjoying the feeling of you in his arms, your soft, warm skin almost intoxicating to him - he was sure he was about to melt into putty. The smell of your perfume, the way you managed to fit perfectly in his arms; he was a goner far longer than he ever knew. 

When the timer blasted through the silence and tears, your hands slipped to his upper arms and pulled slightly from him, 

“That’s the pizza.”

He made a small noise as you slipped from his arms, your touch still lingering a comforting warmth to his body. His feet were glued to the floor as you pulled the pizza from the oven, carefully placing it on a cooling rack. You turned to talk to the boy, discarding the oven mitts by throwing them on the nearest countertop,

“We-“

His hand quickly cupped your face as he swayed down to crash his lips into yours, his lips lingered for a moment and was about to pull back from your unresponsive figure before your hands encircled his wrists and you deepened the kiss. 

Your lungs burned to breath and only then did you pull away from him. He rested his forehead against yours while you both caught your breath. His thumbs caressed your cheeks and jaw, not wanting to leave the atmosphere you two built from the high of the kiss. 

“I like you,” he whispered before leaning the peck to the side of your mouth, letting his mouth hover over yours, “May have for some time.” 

“I-“ your hands trailed from his wrists to the edges of his collarbone, “I do too.” 

The smile on his face left wrinkles around his eyes, one of his hands slipped to your waist to pull your body closer to his, his lips ghosted over yours, 

Raphael X Reader

Coffee

This could not be happening to you.

The stranger whose pants left a foggy mark on your closed window pane wasn’t far from any regular stranger. With the back of his shell facing you, he didn’t even notice your presence in the dark room.

“Uhm,” he quickly whipped around at the noise that escaped your lips, “If you’re here to rob me, I suggest hitting Karen on the floor above me.”

“What?”

“Look,” your eyes took a short moment to digest what was in front of you, his mossy arms were as thick as your new body pillow, his chest was almost the size of a twin sized mattress, “Uh, whatever you are, the white woman upstairs who is a spitting image of Dolly Parton is who you want to rob.”

His glowing spring eyes followed you as you sat on your floor, your legs tucking under you while the papers in your hands were tossed on the stained coffee table.

“You’re not going to scream or anything? Call the cops?”

“If I scream then the frat guy down the hall will come knocking at my door, and honestly that’s the last thing I want.” You spoke while you flipped through the scattered papers, your eyes glancing at the highlighted words on the pages.

“You don’t care what I look like?”

“Are you going to kill me?”

“What? No.” His face scrunched up slightly, and his head shook.

“Are you a kidnapper?”

“No.” His head tilted slightly while he stared at the source of your monotone voice, there was a certain tiredness that you put off but there was almost something pure and peaceful from it.

“Are you planning on doing or done anything illegal?”

“Not exactly.”

“Then no,” you turned your head to look at him, a kind, tired smile on your face, “I don’t care what you look like.” You turned back to the work across your table, “But if you touch my coffee we’re going to have some problems.”

He cowered from the window when bright lights shone through the glass, avoiding the prying beams he stepped towards you, “I have to lay low for a while.”

“There’s some leftover spaghetti in the fridge if you’re hungry.”

“You’re really okay with me being here?”

“Look whatever your name is-”

“It’s Raphael.”

“Yeah, sure,” you sat up straighter and looked him in the eyes, “Look, I’m mainly running on less than an hour of sleep, I’ve lost count of how many caffeinated drinks I drank, and I’m half convinced you’re a fever dream. But I have homework, lots of it. So unless you’re here to hurt me, I honestly don’t care if you’re here or not.”

You turned back to your work, his eyes still resting on you. He saw the red circles on your papers, every other question marked with the ink.

“What’s this stuff?”

“Something that I shouldn’t have signed up for,” You glanced up at him for a moment, before your eyes drifted down to the paper then back up at him. “Can I rant for a second?”

“You’re going to rant to a stranger?”

“Easier than ranting to a friend.”

His eyes left yours for a moment, the weight on his chest grew with the desire to spill his swallowed words. With a low grunt, he sat on the floor on the opposite side of the coffee table, his thighs pressed against the cool metal.

“You go first, Coffee.”

You dropped your pencil onto the table, scooting closer to the table and leaning against it, your tired state ready to vent about the events leading up to your exhausted self.

A soft smile tugged on his lips, the thought of having his own ear to rant to brought a familiar feeling he never wanted to leave. A secret confidant that didn’t stare at his fern skin or gawk at the shell on his back, but rather would have roaming eyes on his face. The scars you have yet to hear the stories about, the miscoloring of healed bruises and cuts, the truth behind his maroon mask of mysteries. You were captivated by the distraction from your work, while he too was fascinated at the human who didn’t seem bothered with his sudden intrusion.

The covert meetings were often held late at night or even early in the morning, your window unlocked for any abrupt visits and a special ringtone on your phone to be alerted of any unsteadiness from the companion.

He hoarded the smiles, the laughs, the moments he never wished to escape, and they grew. He firstly thought it was just your friendship blooming, but it turned to something else for him. The late night whispers, the sneaking back into the lair when he would spend the night in your living room, the constant smell of coffee that hung in your presence, the softness of your touch that never failed to bring goosebumps to his skin and a tighten in his chest. He never pondered in the thought that you may have enjoyed those instances with him too.

Your friends noticed the pop in your step, a natural smile that came with his every text, the certain glow that radiated from you. Your change in attitude wasn’t unnoticed, but for Raphael, it was much different. His phone was often glued to his body, always prepared to answer your texts and calls as soon as he could. A small smirk tugged on the side of his mouth with your frantic texts between classes, a small reminder that you were often thinking of him during the day. Everytime his phone buzzed, his attention shifted to you which would get him into more than inconvenient situations - his focus would dwindle instantly resulting in his brothers to question who was on the other end of the phone.

“I got an idea,” the youngest brother was perched on the countertop, a slice of pizza in his hand, “What if it’s Casey?”

“Casey already said it wasn’t him,” the eldest brother pointed out, his hand inching towards another piece, “April said the same thing.”

“What if we take his phone?”

“You’ll die, Mikey.” The precocious brother walked into the kitchen, the smell of the cheesy pizza wafting throughout the lair, “It would be easier to just follow him, he usually always sneaks out every night anyways.”

“We have to give Raph some space-“

“Oh come on Leo!” Mikey threw his hands in the air, “Aren’t you at least somewhat curious about this person?”

“I am, it’s just that-“

“Wait,” Donnie held his hand up to silence his brothers, “Raph just left.”

Mikey hopped down from the countertop while shoving the last of his pizza in his mouth, a muffled “Let’s go” coming from him.

You had the two cups in your hands as you carefully walked into your living room, one being your warm mug of coffee while the other a cool glass of soda, “So what did your brothers do wrong today?”

“Mikey played another prank,” He accepted the glass that you held out to him, the bubbly liquid sizzling in its cup, “He thought it would be funny to buy a bunch of fake roaches and hide them everywhere.”

“Ew.” He nodded with you as you sat next to him, your arm brushing up against his, “That’s just lame.”

“Tell me about it.” He scoffed, his eyes rolled while a smile twitched in his lips.

“You know, I’d really love to meet them one day,” he could feel the soft weight of your head leaning against his shoulder, “I’ll get to tell Mikey how dumb his pranks are.”

“Maybe one day,” he trailed off, a part of him wanted to keep you to himself another feared how you would see him through the eyes of his brothers. “But how was your day?”

“Marris totally chewed out my friend today, something with her paper being all sorts of wrong.” You placed your mug on the coffee table before leaning back against the turtle, your head pressed against his arm while your hands snaked around his free one, “She was so close to dropping Marris right then and there.”

“Why do you put up with that professor?”

“Marris is the only one who teaches that class,” your fingers traced a familiar pattern on his large hand, he didn’t mind the touching - it was a soft way you reminded him that you were indeed engaging in the conversation while being distracted by the sensation of touch.

“Just skip the class or take a different one.”

“As much as I hate Marris, I love the subject.” The more you talked, the closer you were to him. Your head was tilted back, pressing against his cheek while you sat on his lap, one of his arms hugging your waist while the other was allowing your fingers to torment it.

“I am so happy that I’m not in college.” He chuckled lightly after you elbowed him because of his words.

“Education is important, Raphael.”

“Never has been to me.” He tilted his head back as you moved to stare at him, your eyes narrowed.

“Do you even know what two plus two is?”

“I know basic math!”

“Look, I’m just checking!” His laughs blended with yours and you giggled in his arms.

“Holy crap!”

The laughter died immediately as you both turned to stare at the three beings in front of the window,

“Raphie has a crush!” The apricot masked one spoke while he and his brothers kept their eyes on the scene before them, you in Raphael’s arms sharing a laugh.

“What are you guys doing here?” He hissed while you stood up from his lap,

“Are these your brothers?” You walked towards the three turtles in your living room, all looking so much alike but so different at the same time. “He’s told me a lot about you three.”

“All good things I hope, sugar.” He added a wink to his words.

“You must be Michelangelo,” a kind smile was on your lips, your eyes flicked to the other two, “Leonardo?” You asked looking into navy eyes. “And Donatello?” His eyes were a deep chocolate, and he had bags under them similar to yours.

“Guys, what are you doing here?” Raphael came up behind you, his hands tugging at the back of your shirt.

“We came to find out what was so important to sneak off to almost every night.” The eldest spoke with his arms crossed, the demand in his voice led you to know that he was the one that often butted heads with Raphael.

“Well you found out, now leave.”

“Come on, Raphie. Don’t be so mean in front of sugar here.”

“Buzz off, Mikey.” He pulled you closer to him, his eyes shooting daggers at his little brother, “And don’t call them sugar.”

“Come on, Raph. It’s not every day you meet your boyfriend’s brothers.”

“Boyfriend?” All four of the mutants questioned, Raphael’s face morphed from shocked to comfort as your fingers entwined with his, a determined look in your face.

“Yes, boyfriend.”

Michelangelo X Reader

Here Comes A Thought

-based on Steven Universe’s Here Comes A Thought

Deception brought the luminescent mite, it swirled in front of his iceberg orbs that squinted to make room for his stretching grin.

Ignoring the blazing specks wasn’t an option, they multiplied as dishonestly dripped from your mouth and into his ears, they drew grape bags under your eyes as their light prevented slumber.

The twinkling fires were discarded by everyone else, similar to your deteriorating state. You desperately wanted him to notice, the one you loved failed to see your state of being fleeting.

Never seeing the stars that pursued you, never seeing how the dead walk with the living.

Failing to cease, the glowing grew with every myth squeezing out between a forced smile. They devoured your surroundings, burning away every shadow and dancing around you. They converged into a swarm, encircling your sitting figure. The bottom of your palms dug into your closed eyes, your digits gripped at your pounding forehead as the suns that shone in your room was far too much for far too long.

Their silent presence was silent no more, a soft rustling filled the air before amplifying, the rustling morphed to whispers, rainfall, a loud buzzing, a drone car horn blaring, the rumbling of a jet, fireworks screaming until you screamed with them.

Screeching, they fell from the air, diving to pinch at your skin before fleeing. Your body curled into a ball, your hands still squeezing your forehead and your throat burned from your cries.

Your screams bounced as your body shook, your cries received no mercy from the shooting stars that dipped to plant welts across your body. Each hit forcing an unwanted thought to fly into your head,

he doesn’t notice because he doesn’t love you

he doesn’t care

he lies

he isn’t in love with you

he wants your demise

how could he love you

you read his signals wrong

he wants to get rid of you

he likes someone else

he will leave you

he doesn’t love you

Mikey doesn’t love you

When you woke up the next morning, your throat burned and your words came out a mere whispers. Your body ached with every movement, the unapparent welts pulsed as you stood up, you winced at every step.

Stumbling, you make it to your kitchen, your blistering throat pleading for a cool glass of water.

The glass was followed by another, and another, and another until your throat was satisfied but still had a lingering sore.

When you placed your glass down, your eyes followed the little light that landed on your hand. It crawled across your skin for a moment, before slowly floating up to join its family that formed a burning cloud above your head. You watched it inch towards the mob before it became indistinguishable amongst its family. A faint hum emitted from the shuffling blob, the hum filled the white noise but didn’t rattled your eardrums as last night.

Overpowering the soft hum, a bell noise sounded from your phone. The phone was cold in your hands, messages flooded your home screen, all from friends who questioned your safety and why you didn’t attend last night’s movie night at the lair.

But you couldn’t risk another radiant grain joining the army formulating a plan above your head.

You took a deep breath before your fingers slid up the side of the rectangle, holding the power button until a message contorted the screen to allow a full power down. You hesitated for a moment before your finger dragged across the screen and your phone altered black, your tired reflection stared back at you.

You didn’t know how long you stared into the phone, the reflection of the swirling storm of bulbs was memorizing as you watched it dance, skip, swim, twirl in a confining halo above your head, but it was long enough for unwanted guests to slip into the apartment and gaze upon your dissociative state.

They didn’t say a word as they inched towards you, most wearing pursed lips the others wore thin lipped smiles, no one dared to speak. You saw through your phone as a fern hand softly squeezed your shoulder, a new flame ignited on top of his hand and began to drift to the hovering, glowing ring.

But it fizzled in the air with your words,

“I’ve been lying to you all.”

Your bottom lip quivered, you couldn’t control the earthquake your hands tried to tame,

“I’m far from okay, and I need help.”

The phone in your hand trembled, your reflection was blurred with your tears, the gleaming crowd converted into round, bleary ornaments of light that fell into nonexistence.

“We’re here for you,” your eyes left your phone, your vision was blurry but his iceberg eyes were unmistakable, “I will always be here for you.”

His arms encircled you, the soreness of your body lifted as his arms encircled you, your cries were absorbed by his shoulder, you could feel his warmth, his love radiating by his soft touch.

Leonardo X Reader

I Can Live With That

“I will never hesitate to put my life on the line for you.”

Your eyes tumbled to the floor, part of your bottom lip was tucked by your teeth, and your eyelashes fluttered as you tried to prevent the drops of anguish falling on your burning cheeks.

“So why would you lie to me?”

“It-“ your arms snaked around yourself, slowly your eyes trailed up his body, “It’s not about you, Leonardo.”

Abundant with acidity, your words punctured his heart, his breath hitched as your eyes locked into his. Crimson had leaked into your eyes, but they were firm as they held steady with a clenched jaw.

“What is going on, sweetheart?”

A sigh slipped from your lips, “You don’t understand,” your hands grazed against the side of your thighs after they fell from grasping your arms. “You could never understand.”

“At least try to explain!” He threw his hands in the air briefly, a new feeling sizzling throughout his body, “Why are you acting like this?”

“Leo, please,” you flinched as you reached out towards him, the pain send sharp daggers along the backs of your arm and a sharp hiss cane from your mouth due to it.

“What happened?” he was quick to hold your arm, his fingers rubbed circles on your bare skin in an attempt to soothe the fiery sensation that spread.

“It’s not the first time this has happened,” your tongue quickly darted over the large gash embedded on your upper lip, “I can usually hide it but this time, it was just too much.”

“Who did this to you?” A storm of rage brewed in his eyes and the thunder rolled into his growl.

“I can’t- I just...It’s too much right now,” your eyes chased after the circles he drew on your arm, the massage washed away the stinging that twinged through your arm. “I just need to calm down, and sleep somewhere other than my apartment.”

“You know you are welcomed to stay here,” His head shook slightly, his attention still on examining your arm.

“Leo, I can’t ask that of you. We’ve only been dating for a few months.”

His eyes flicked to meet yours for a moment,

“A few months or not, you’re staying here for the night.”

“Leo,” you rolled your eyes with a scoff.

“Hey,” his arms moved higher along yours until he was able to hold you firmly against his chest, “This is non negotiable, I want to make sure you’re safe, sweetheart.”

“Fine,” You groaned while pulling yourself closer to him, you could feel the vibrations as he chuckled against you, “Just know that I kick in my sleep.”

“I can live with that,” his arms encircled you, his mind racing with the thought of what had caused you to come to the lair, cuts and bruises deeper and darker than any that he and his brothers had come home with. “As long as you can deal with my cold feet.”

It was his turn to feel you jump in his arms as a bubbly giggle that made his heart skip a beat sounded from you,

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Raphael X Reader

Sorrow

“It’s a real shame no one asked for your opinion.” A knife cut the laughter floating in the air, giggles that once escaped everyone’s mouth fell hushed morphing into an awkward silence.

Feigning a cough, a word released from your lips, “Killjoy.”

Anew lively laughter sparked in the air, amusement flashed in your eyes as you stared at the reptile who continued to glare at you.

A smile played on your lips as his face contorted into a scowl, when your friend next to you lightly bumped shoulders with you did your attention turn away from the brash turtle to his younger whimsical brother.

The younger brother whispered something in your ear, both of your eyes straying over to the growling bear who sat across from you. Sharing a giggle, he pulled you to your feet and dragged you into the kitchen. Once out of earshot, the eldest brother spoke,

“It seems like Mikey found his soulmate.”

The three turned their heads towards the kitchen as your snickers blending with Mikey’s heavy howls.

“Do they ever shut up?” The larger turtle crossed his arms while his other two brothers shared a knowing look before softly chuckling. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, Raph.”

“Nope, nothing at all.”

Sharing the same look again, they sprung into another round of chuckles.

“Alright, what’s so funny?”

“It’s just something that Mikey said earlier.” The genius answered his brother, a smile still playing on his lips.

“Which was?”

“You’re jealous.” This time the eldest answered, his eyes landing on his emerald eyed brother, “You’re jealous of how close Mikey is to Y/N.”

“That’s ridiculous.” He rolled his eyes and slumped in his seat, but what his brother said hung in his mind.

Was he jealous?

Your lopsided grin made a grimace grow on his face, the bubbly giggles drew out a low growl from him, the light that would flicker in your eyes when a joke was told boiled his blood.

He scoffed at the thought that he would be jealous of Mikey, then a revelation switched an unknown light in his head on.

He was jealous.

The gloom that befell him was because your beam was never at him, but at his younger brother. The entertained melody that would sing from your lips was always for his younger brother, he never knew the sound isolated for himself. The twinkle in your eyes were never directed at him rather at his quipster brother.

His breath hitched as you walked back into the room with the youngest brother by your side,

“And the kid-“ your own laugh stopped you, “the kid just stands there covered in chocolate singing the FarmersOnly.com song.” You both sat on the floor giggling, a drink in your hand and a piece of pizza in his.

“What did your roommate do?”

“Oh, they are a totally cute couple now.”

Sharing another giggle, Raphael’s face burned when the youngest turtle stretched his arm along the cushion above your shoulders.

A snarl curled on his lips as you scooted closer into the warmth of his brother, the ever so small biting of your bottom lip as you softly rested your head on the shoulder of the carrot clothed terrapin only made the burning in his chest grow.

“I can’t stand this,” bitterness seeped into his low mumble, with a quick motion he was up and took long strides to reach his room in only a few steps.

The door slammed behind him as his feet carried him back and forth along the inside of his bedroom. His fists wound into tight balls at his sides, incoherent growls dripped from his lips, and his feet were dragging against the floor as he paced.

A pattern of knocks sounded at his door,

“Leave me alone.”

“Raph, it’s me.” Your voice as soft, light, it sounded like you were hesitant to face against the brooding turtle.

You were surprised when the door swung open, your eyes met the huffing terrapin’s, and you weren’t quite sure if you’ve ever been into his room when he moved to allow you to step in.

“I’ve known you guys for about a year and I don’t think I’ve ever been in here,” you rambled while your eyes glanced around the room, shocked to find it cleaner than you would have expected.

“What do you want?”

“I should be asking you that.” You continued to walk around his room, your eyes settling on finer details of the room. It was the second largest bedroom out of his brothers’, it was as tidy as the leader’s room, but had more comic books stacked on top of his bookcase and more weights hanging on a rack.

“What? You going to lecture me?”

“Nope, just here to ask you something.” You glanced at him before returning to read the titles of the comic books he had.

“Go on, get it over with.” His eyes watched as your hands lightly ran along his books, a lump in his throat formed as his mind raced with the possibilities of questions you might ask him.

“Why do you hate me?”

When you glance at him again, something else entirely was in your eyes: sorrow.

“I don’t hate you.”

“Really?” You scoffed and took a step towards him, “All of the rude comments? The glaring, the faces? You act like I’m the worst person you have ever met, and I-“ you purse your lips, shaking your head, and briefly breaking eye contact with him, “I always push your insults aside but it still hurts, Raph. I’ve always tried to be your friend, but…” your arms wrapped around yourself, “But you just push me away and I don’t know why.”

“It’s not you.”

“Then why do you keep pushing me away?” You took another step towards him, your eyes trained on his expression.

“Because I’m scared.” There was something different in his voice, it lacked bitterness and only held sincerity, and sounded as if it came from a child.

“What are you scared of?”

The space between you two was small, his heart pounded in his ears as his hand lifted to cup your face, the other wrapping around your waist, and his mouth inching towards yours.

“Raph,”

He froze as two of your fingers pressed against his lips, his eyes flicked open to see your lips pressed into a thin line and your eyes holding a familiar emotion.

“I am so sorry.”

He retreated from you, the burning in his face hotter than ever, “You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“It’s just that Mikey and I...I didn’t think you thought of me that way. I mean, you treated me like trash.” Your words turned sour.

“I know, I just-“

“What?” You snapped, “That I’d ditch someone I like for a guy who has only treated me horribly?”

“I get it.”

“No, Raph, I don’t think you do.” You shake your head and moved towards the door, your hand rested on the handle before slightly turning to look at him. “You know what, let’s just forget this ever happened. It’d be better for the both of us.”

“I can’t just get over you, you know that right?” He was desperate, his eyes lingered on you as you turned the doorknob.

“You should try.”

You were blurry as you left his room, the lump in his throat had grown to make him feel as though he was choking, his eyes burned as a cool drop rolled down his burning cheeks.

Michelangelo X Reader

Happy Hanukkah

“I wonder if they like green?” His hands gently tugged at the tangerine ribbon that hugged a crumpled parakeet ball.

“Mikey, if they didn’t like green I don’t think they would be dating you.”

His restless hands played at the bow that settled at the top, his artic eyes judging his crumpled wrapping.

“I’ll just wait to give this to them.” He cradled the ball in his hands, the crumpled green scratched against his dry hands.

“Mikey, you’ve re-wrapped that present six times already. I’m sure they’ll love it.”

“I just,” He slumped down in the chair, glaring at every ripple in the juniper sphere, “I just want everything to be perfect for them.”

“You know what would be perfect for them, Mikey?” his eyes slowly raised to meet his brother’s dandelion orbs, “If you actually went to go see them.”

“Come on, you know Leo would never-“

“Fearless is a stick in the mud, go be with them.” A soft smile twitched on the older brother’s thin lips, “I’ll cover for you.”

“I-“

“Just go before I kick you to their apartment.”

With a smile, his hands grasped the scratchy ball before skipping out of the lair with the top of his Santa hat bouncing with him.

The soft dusting of snow began to lay a thin faded blanket across the city, his brushed off the few stray clumps of snow that clung to him before he slipped into your apartment.

Garland ran along your walls like rabbits bounding across hills, blue lights swam with the garland and hung from the ceiling. The lights reflected in his eyes as he slowly stalked along the garland with blue and white decorations hanging from its branches.

Your voice echoed through the apartment, a smile formed on his face as the kitchen light flicked on. The more he stepped closer, the more he could hear,

“Shalom Abba,” his foot planted in the room unnoticed, his eyes travelled over your apparel, “Yes, Abba, I have been keeping up with the menorah.”

Only now could he hear the faint music playing from your radio, the melody foreign to his ears.

“How is Eema, is she doing good? Lo, lo, lo, do not put me on speaker pho-“ a sigh escaped your lips, “Shalom everyone.”

He watched with a sly smile on his face as your mouth opened and shut, no doubt struggling to speak in a break of conversation.

“Lo, I will not be able to make it there this year, my flight got canceled.”

As a soft chuckle came from your mouth, he could tell your family was all talking at once as you shake your head and leaned against your countertop,

“Of course I’ll start calling you when I light-“ A laugh came from your mouth, “And I’ll sing whatever song you choose.”

For a second your eyes caught his, a soft smile on both of your faces.

“I’ll call you back, Mikey’s here- Abba, I am not going to make him sing Maoz Tzur- okay, okay,” you slowly took steps towards the turtle who was hiding the large gift behind his shell. “L’hitraot.”

You pulled the phone away from your ear and slipped it into your back pocket. With a smile on your face you gave him a soft kiss on his cheek, while one of his arms encircled you, the other sliding the present on the countertop behind him.

“If you’re hoping for an early gift, you’re not getting anything.” Your arms snakes around his neck while his encircled your waist.

“Being with you is the best gift I could ever have.”

“Wow, did you have to rehearse that?”

His chuckle caused vibrations as he pressed his lips against the side of your neck, before pulling you closer to him.

“What if I stayed with you for awhile?”

“I’d like that, Mikey.”

“Yeah?” He pulled away slightly to look into your eyes.

“Yeah,” Your hands cupped his face, your thumbs brushing across his round cheeks. “But that means you’ll have to endure some Hanukkah songs.”

“I have two conditions-“

“Conditions?”

“You teach me some Hebrew, and we watch a Disney holiday special.”

“As long as it isn’t one of the dog ones it’s a deal.”

“What’s so wrong with Santa Paws, or Santa Buddies, or Snow Buddies?”

“I think you just answered yourself.”

“Okay,” placing a soft kiss on your forehead, he smiled widely “We’ll watch the Beauty and the Beast special.”

“I can do that one.” You slid your hands into his, “Merry Christmas, Mikey.”

“Happy Hanukkah, sweetheart.” He placed another kiss to the side of your cheek, but he lingered for a second more before pulling away, a shared smile among the both of you.

“But I have to know what you got me.”

“Not until Christmas.”

“But-“

“It’s not a Hanukkah gift, it’s a Christmas gift.” A soft chuckle escaped his lips as your nose scrunched up at him.

“It’s a round ball, Mikey, I have to know!”

“We agreed to-“

“Celebrate both.” His smile grew as you rolled your eyes, “I never thought this would backfire on me.”

“That’s what you get for cheating at sevivon.”

“I’m not torturing you with displaying my gift.”

“It’s not torture,” one of his hands raised to brush against your cheek, “Not until I make you watch the Christmas special.”

“Jokes on you Michelangelo-“

“Pulling out the full name now?”

“You agreed to learn some Hebrew,” you jumped at the chance to capture his lips in yours- although short, it made a warmth spread throughout his body. “Now you have to sing some Hanukkah songs with me.”

Donatello X Reader

Merry Christmas

His hands shook as the plum and daisy paper threatened to rip. Folding along a cease and bending the paper, a deafening shred of the delicate paper sounded in his room.

“You have got to be kidding me!” He seized the gift in his hands, rotating the gift until he saw the mocking wound. A groan escaped his lips as he discarded the paper, pulling out another sheet in the hopes of performing the perfect wrapping. Perfect wrapping for the perfect gift.

He had been holding onto this gift since he was a child, the gift washed away from its careless owner one rainy Christmas Eve.

Now it rested in a thin black box that was determined to remain unwrapped.

He placed the box in the middle of the newly torn sheet, carefully he folded the paper that was to encase the box. With two of the sides pinned down, he moved to work on the edges that swore his demise.

A sigh of relief escaped his lips as only one side remained, turning the box his eyes glared at the beast he had to conquer. His hands shook slightly as he began to work on the final edge. Struggling with the tape, he managed to rip off a strip and placed it on the final fold.

A smile danced on his lips, and he used his arm to push up his glasses, “Finally.”

His fingers slipped under the box, carefully holding the wrapped gift as if it were made of the fragilest glass. His eyes were trained of the gift as he shuffled out of his room, watching the present in his hands rather than the floor beneath him.

The conversation around him was muffled as he made his way to the person who was to receive the mulberry paper sprinkled with sparkling snowflakes wrapped box resting in his hands.

Your laugh brought him from his focus.

You sat on the couch, a large stuffed bear with a bright pumpkin bow leaned tall above you, bouquets of flowers stood tall in rose vases at your feet that hid your legs with blooming petals, a fuzzy deep navy blanket was draped across your shoulders, and in your hands was a brown picture frame capturing a fond memory of you with the underground family.

“There you are, Donnie.” Watching you scrambled out of the pile of gifts to be at his side brought a smile to his face, he held more confidence as he presented the smaller gift.

“I know it’s nothing grand or anything, but Merry Christmas.”

A soft laugh escaped your lips as the box was placed in your hands, “I knew you were a better wrapper than your brothers.”

You carefully picked off the pieces of tape, and unraveled the paper from the box. You glanced up at him briefly before opening the black box.

“Oh my god,” you lifted up the thin golden braid that had a single charm dangling in the middle, your fingers cupped the golden circle that captured three diamond coated hearts.

“When I was a kid I found it in the sewers,” your eyes lifted to meet his cinnamon orbs, “The hearts represent the past, the present, and the future, it also represents-“

“My love for you.” A smile spread across your lips, “When I was a kid I lost a necklace,” you took a step towards him, “I lost this necklace.”

You turned the charm backwards, a familiar script engraved atop of the circle,

To my sunshine,

The carving continued along the backs of the hearts, a different word on each that said,

I

Love

You

The post ended with a phrase along the bottom of the circle,

Past, Present, and Future

“I never thought I’d get it back after all of these years,” your eyes remained glued in the jewelry, “My grandmother gave this to me before she moved away, she said that I’d find my true love while wearing this necklace.”

You were closer to him now, he could feel the heat on his face grow when your sparkling eyes bared into his,

“I never thought that my true love would give it back to me.”

“I-“ he let out a nervous chuckle, “You, uh, You like it?”

“Yes, Donnie,” you smile failed to falter, “I love it.”

“Can I, um,” he motioned towards the necklace snaking through your fingers, “Can I put it on you?”

You smile grew as you handed him the necklace and turned around, his large fingers playing at the golden clasp.

He placed it around your neck, certain that it was facing the correct way, he leaned down while clasping the necklace,

“Merry Christmas, dove.”

You bit your bottom lip to hide your growing smile, the heat from his fingers brushed against your neck before trailing to your shoulders - the sensation sent a hitch-in-breath shiver down your spine,

I have already created two holiday specials featuring Michelangelo and Donatello which will be posted today (December 27) at 6:00pm and 6:30pm (EST)!

Thank you all for your love and patience ❤️ Happy Holidays,

Michelangelo X Reader

Because He Loved You

Your lips were slightly parted as your mouth twitched with the words of the melody chanting from your phone, the sacred song captured in your ears only. He couldn’t tell what song you were listening to, but judging by the common scrunching of your nose, you messed up on a majority of the words of the foreign song.

Your arm stretched to hang the illuminated snowflake, a trail of the blizzard blinked beside you. Gold garland reflected the twinkling lights and bounced around the walls. His job was to hang matching round ornaments along the garland, a transfer after he broke the candles for the menorah. Yet, his mind was still distracted as he watched you sway in place on top of a rickety chair, your head bobbing with whatever enchantment was playing through the seashells lodged in your ears.

Placing the ornament box down, he slowly stalked towards your wiggling body, his bermuda orbs following each flick, twist, and twirl.

With each step towards you, the soft whispers from your mouth reached his ears, the unknown soft melody was alluring by each word.

He wanted to stare, stare at your beauty, your body as it swayed, stare at your lips forming deaf words. He wanted to know what ideas ran through a brilliant mind like yours, how you accepted people who weren’t like you, he wanted to know every inch of your mind to get a deeper understanding of the one who quickly stole every piece of his heart and mind.

He thought of you when he had no right to, during training, while he slept, often daydreaming of your smile that encaptured him.

His yearning for you was consuming him, his stomach jumping at the sight of you, his heart beating louder than his own words, the familiar rush of heat to his face that made him wonder if he changed shades.

You could feel the close iceberg orbs, a single glance confirmed that a soft gaze was upon you. With the last snowflake hung up, you stepped down from the chair that previously hoisted you into the air and didn’t dare bring up the unhung ornaments in hopes of his attention remaining on you.

“Are you hungry, Mikey?”

“I always am, sweetcheeks.” His hands wrapped around your wrists, pulling you closer to him, your eyes never left his admiring orbs.

“I’ll order the pizza if you want to grab a movie.”

“You read my mind, sweetcheeks.” Watching your smile, his heart hurled itself to his throat as his mind crossed with a desire to kiss you - an action he had not yet earned.

“Three quarters everything, one quarter cheese coming up.” You retracted from him, your hands going to your phone and bouncing across the screen as you place your shared order.

He wanted to scream how he felt about you, how he wanted this to be a date, how he wanted you to snuggle up with him when you both sat on the couch, how he didn’t want his life to end that night.

“That was quick.” You muttered as the doorbell echoed through your apartment, you assured him that he had no need to pause the movie and stood up to accept the freshly baked pizza waiting outside of your door.

The opening of the door, a gasp, and an odd noise.

It was enough to turn his head around, no amount of meditation could peel away the blood that flew from your body and dripped on the floor. No amount of training could prepare him for the rage surging through his body, no amount of persuasion could make him lift a slice of pizza into his mouth, no amount of talking could let the bloody truth spill from his lips.

Stranger Things

Robin Buckley:

Checking You Out

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Leonardo:

I Never Stopped Loving You

Secret Love

Dreaming of You

Donatello:

Renaissance

You Never Texted Me Back

Movie

Awkward Love

Raphael:

Hurt

To Lose A Bet

Every Night

Storm

Michelangelo:

Fortune Cookie Confessions

He Didn’t Mind

Loved You

Themed:

Seasons - Raphael (Winter)

Seasons - Leonardo (Summer)

Seasons - Michelangelo (Spring)

Seasons - Donatello (Autumn)

Not Exactly Average (Part One)

Not Exactly Average (Part Two - Raphael)

Not Exactly Average (Part Two - Leonardo)

Holidays:

Leonardo X Reader

Dreaming of You

The remote clattered to the floor as the sound of shattering glass brought pounding of drums to your ears. Your eyes latched onto the hallway that echoed with heavy foreign footsteps; goosebumps chased the shiver that ran up the back of your neck as your feet planted onto cold floors.

The illuminating television bathed the room in a pale glow, you moved to the kitchen to retrieve your weapon: a wooden broom. Your hand enveloped the wooden staff before you began your quest into the dark hallway that groaned with a low drawl.

Stopping at the room holding an open window, you carefully crept into the room. You were absent minded to the glass on the floor, your eyes were advent on finding the intruder.

“Be care-“

You let out a short cry as you swung the thin log; the cracking sound of the wood assured you that the hit was powerful, but the familiar grunts of your victim told you that it was no threatening intruder.

“Leonardo?”

Discarding the broken stick, your hands embraced his upper arms as you guided him to the closest seat. Placing him upon your bed, you sat by his side and meticulously inspected the bruising arm, apologizes spewing from your lips.

With your attention on his arm, he was able to properly focus on you.

You had always managed to make him feel a certain way: a smile dancing on his lips; his mind racing with daydreams of you in his arms, waking up next to your sleeping form, laughing and talking in the darkness of your bedroom until an early morning sun halted your endless chatter; the way his name fell from your lips like an exotic melody sung by the stars; he could hear his heart thudding, desiring to break free from his chest.

With your hands idling on his skin, he was sent away into another daydream: your hands massaging his aching body, admiring every inch of bulging muscles as you work you way from his shoulders to each arm; his skin prickling with bumps at your faint touch.

“Leonardo?”

He realized he was staring at you while his mind floated to fantasies. With your eyes staring into his, he almost thought you were able to pluck the forsaken movies from his mind and watch them yourself. As he watched you remain silent my examining the pain in his arm, truth spilled from his lips as if he was commanded to do so.

“I missed you.”

“Is that so?” One of your eyebrows popped high above the other, a playful smile tugging on your mouth.

His eyes watched as you stood up from the bed, every inch of his being wanting to pull you back into him and confess cryptic feelings for you, but he didn’t move a muscle.

“I’ve missed you too, Leonardo,” You offered your hand to him, biting his tongue he accepted your smaller hand, he stood up even with knowing that it would cause himself heartbreak when you would pull away from him- but you didn’t.

The way your insightful eyes stared into his with awareness, potential, perceptive of every thought in his head.

“Are you okay?”

The space dwindled between the two of you, you didn’t dare move as feet became inches among the two of you,

“Leo, what is going on?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, your eyes darting between his hooded eyes and his slightly parted mouth.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” one of his hands trailed along your jaw, slowly moving it so that your lips were in a path to inch towards his. “A lot more than I should be.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” You could feel his breath in your lips, the inviting warm air intoxicating you to act on your desire. “I want you to think about me.”

“I think of this,” his hand were cupping your face, making sure that you could only feel the ghost of his lips on yours, but never truly touching. “I dream of loving you.”

“Stop dreaming,” you lifted your eyes to stare into the alluring ocean in his enchanted orbs, “Stop dreaming and love me for real.”

With your words of encouragement, his lips fell onto yours. His dreams couldn’t compare. The tingling of his lips against yours, how his body begged to be touched by you, every small moan, huff, pant, and breath hitch egging him on more. Every second his lips were on yours he felt closer to you, his hands bouncing from your jaw to your shoulders, waist, hips, arms, touching every part of you.

Donatello X Reader

Awkward Love

“Mikey, this is the dumbest idea so far, plus he’s allergic to pollen.” You motioned to the carnations you previously threw to the floor.

“That’s why they’re fake flowers,” he swooped up the flowers and carefully repositioned them in the paper wrapping.

“This is a horrible plan.” His arctic orbs swept side to side as he watched you pace about the room. “The suit, the flowers, it isn’t me!” Your hand jumped to your forehead, your bulging eyes bounced across the room as if searching for something.

“Look, I know Don and I know you, he’ll really like this.”

“We have to think of a different plan, I can’t ask him out this way.”

“You are totally overthinking this,” his hand jutted out into your pacing path, he stood up from his bed and carefully took your hands into his. “First of all, you totally rock this suit. Second, you and Don are totally in love and you know he loves this cheesy stuff.”

Your eyes fell to the ground as you nodded, “Okay, run me through the plan again.”

“Okay, so, you are going to go into Don’s lab. You’ll greet him and whatever, then hit him with a cute smile. Give him the flowers and ask him out to have a romantic dinner in the makeshift restaurant we made in the dojo.”

You nodded along to his steps, and breathed out a sigh, “Okay, let’s do this before I change my mind.”

He let out a hiss of relief and pulled you out of his room, “I cannot wait for you guys to be my favorite couple.”

“I’m starting to think you want this more than I do.”

He dragged you into the living room, and your eyes snapped to meet swirling chocolate ones.

“Nope,” You turned on your heel, and would have retreated to the youngest turtle’s room if he hadn’t been there to stop you.

“Just follow the plan.”

“He’s not in the lab, the plan is invalid.” You pushed on his unbudging arm.

“You can do this, just-“

“Y/N?”

You froze with the sound of his voice, you slowly turn to look into his cooled caramel orbs, his wide eyes roaming your body,

“You look amazing.” His airy words was followed by him taking steps towards you, “I’ve never seen you like this before.”

“Is, uh,” out of the corner of your eyes, you saw a mossy thumbs up before your friend disappeared into the kitchen. You took in a deep breath before continuing. “Is looking like this okay?”

“It’s gorgeous, you’re gorgeous. I mean, you’re always handsome but right now, you’re just, wow.”

A laugh jumped out of your mouth, a smile resting on your face after the flattering babbles of the blushing terrapin.

“You look great too, Donnie.”

“Oh, uh,” his hands fell to wipe out the wrinkles in his pants, a deeper blush signing across his face. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Psst,” your eyes shot to the carrot mask brother trying to hand you a bouquet of fake carnations.

You swiftly took ahold of the flowers before stepping towards the genius, “I got you these - well, Mikey and April did but for me to give to you.”

With a smile, he carefully cradled the flowers in his arms, “I love them.”

“Alright they’re too awkward,” you both turned to look at the towering brother who branded a scarlet mask and matching bow tie, “You two better get in the dojo and talk over dinner before I drag you in there.”

“Raph, shut up.” The eldest appeared at his side, similar to his brother he had a matching azure bow tie and mask, “You two just carry on.”

“How can they carry on if you two are ruining the mood?” The youngest brother joined in, branding the same wear as his older brothers.

“I didn’t ruin the mood, Raph did!”

“They needed the push.”

“They needed space, Raph!”

You shake your head and turned away from the bickering that was taking place, “This is a disaster.” You bowed your head and your eyes stuck to the floor.

“Let’s go to your place.”

“What?” You eyes jumped to meet his.

“Let’s go to your place, without my brothers, and we can have our date there.”

You were going to protest at first, your apartment was far from clean, but the sparkle in his cedar forest eyes and the small smile playing on his lips created a storm of butterflies in your stomach.