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Bored?

Thinking about getting into mischief?

If you’re stuck at home and need something to do, remember that there is a ton of great TMNT fan fiction out there.  Find something to read on the Hub.

The TMNTFanfictionHub that is. Now in two great locations:

TMNTFanfictionHub on DeviantArt

TMNTFanfictionHub website

You’ll find that the content on the Hub is sorted in a way that is similar to a library. Folders contain stories of a particular genre, making it easier to find the type of story you want to read. Each listing contains the story rating.  There are even pairing folders so you can find those you enjoy and those you’d prefer to avoid.

There is also a large section containing lists of past Award winning fan fictions. The listings go all the way back to 2001!

Got comments or story recommendations? Leave them on the DeviantArt site, where you can even drop us a note if you’d prefer to keep things private.

You could also peruse TMNT fanbooks of the past on the Ninja Archive. Every fanbook is there in its entirety.

Happy Reading!

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I mean, they didn't have to make them so attractive...

..but they fuckin' DID.

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(Y/N): Donnie? Can you help me with this math problem?

Donnie: Yeah, of course. What is it?

(Y/N): *Writes 128√e980* Weird, huh?

Donnie:  1792√e980√5√e

(Y/N): That’s what my friend said! But this is what I got…

Donnie:

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TMNT watching pole dancing girls:

Leonardo:

Raphael:

Mikey:

Donatello:

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it’s literally them i can’t believe

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I’ve been watching the dark turtles episodes of tmnt 2003, and those boys were robbed of the character development and story arc they deserved; so I wanted to take a shot at making an AU that follows them after the season ends

I’m tentatively calling this AU “Genetic Mishaps” 

#tmnt2003 #dark turtles

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Thankyou!! 💙

Pillow Talk

Donatello x Reader

Fluff, ~550 words

You took a few deep breaths to settle your heart hammering in your chest. The ambient city noise of car horns and distant sirens registering as white noise in your brain. 

“Well…I don’t need to go to the gym tonight.“ 

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Donnie: I’ve been dropping the most insanely obvious hints for like, a whole year. No response to this day

Y/n: wow, they sound stupid

Donnie: but they are not, they are smart actually, just.... very dense.

Y/n: maybe you should be more direct? More obvious like; “hey, I love you!”

Donnie: I guess you are right, hey y/n? I-I love you.

Y/n: see! Just like that!

Donnie:

Donnie: what

Y/n: honestly if that flies over their head then I’m sorry Donnie, they are too dumb for you

Donnie:

Master Splinter: Oh dear...

Raph from the dojo: BAHTBGJEKAJJRKS DID SOMEONE RECORD THAT?

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@thiefofhope555

My favorite turtle is Leonardo! He's been my favorite since the 2003 show and I find a lot in common with him. Hardworking. The "responsible one". I try to emulate him when I go through hard stuff. I even got a Leo tattoo (leo and usagi actually) when I passed my skills test for my roller derby team!

I also have a soft spot for Raphael and often play him when I rp with a friend!

Heads up turtle fam!

In honor of my blog reaching 300 followers (who knew the family was that big, huh?) I will be doing a give-away!

The contest will last from today,

Febuary 22 - March 14

There will be 4 winners, and they will be drawn at random. All winners will be announced on March 15th.

RULES:

•To be entered into the drawing, you must follow my blog (if you don't already) and reblog this post.

•In the reblog, you must tag a friend. This will enter both you AND your friend into the drawing.

•You must also list your favorite turt and why (you can list more than one. I'm poly, I get it.)

•BONUS: If you have a muse, list a random fact about them. This step is optional, but won't award you an extra entry.

PRIZES!

All prizes will come in the form of sticker sets, made by hand, by yours truely.

4th place will receive:

3rd place will recieve:

2nd place will recieve:

And...

1st place will recieve:

In order to be entered into the drawing ALL RULES MUST BE FOLLOWED. Miss one, and no entry.

On March 15th I will announce the winners and pm you with further instructions. Failure to respond within 3 days will result in your winnings being forfeit and another winner will be drawn in your place.

THAT'S IT!!

Good luck fam! Thanks for all the love and support!

-Saph

🐢💙🐢❤🐢💜🐢🧡🐢

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#tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #can i haz

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Was thinking about 2k3 because of a conversation with @anaxaver which got me thinking about Raph taking in Lucy after Ms. Morrison passes away, which got me thinking about Mikey helping Raph learn about cat care and just being supportive because Raph lost a friend.

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo #how dare you hurt me like this

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Master List (TMNT)

Leonardo x Gender Neutral Reader

To Be Seen (rated PG)

A Taste (rated T)

Raphael x Gender Neutral Reader

Scarlet Letters (Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8) (rated M)

In The Night WIP (rated M)

Raphael x Male Reader

Surrender (rated E for Explicit)

Donatello x Gender Neutral Reader

Whispers in the Dark (rated PG)

Donatello x Male Reader

Ready (rated M)

‘Dark Thoughts’ Imagine s/o is kidnapped (rated M) written with @gayforninjaturtles

Features: Leo x Gender Neutral Reader, Mikey x Gender Neutral Reader, Donatello x Male Reader, Raphael x Male Reader

#tmnt masterlist #tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt x reader #fun fics

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Raph with a bracelet omg 😭

Valentine's day scenario or headcanons where the boys' s/os bring them all big bouquets of flowers and presents and just all around lavish them in love and attention. (I'm fucking soft for this stuff)

I misread this ask as the s/os giving gifts to their turtles, not realizing the anon had specified bouquets of flowers.  I had thought the flowers were a suggestion/example.  I do apologize; I hope this satisfies your curiosity regarding the boys’ reactions to being loved on Valentine’s Day.

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#tmnt headcanons #tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #this the cutest shit #tmnt x reader

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😭 Thank you so much!

A Taste of Heaven

Mikey helps a drunk girl get home ~2000 words

“I don’t know you! Stop touching me!” The girl turned her face up to the sky, shouting for any and all to hear over the loud pop music. Her words fell on a beat, with purpose and clarity. Mikey skidded on his heels and turned right around to check over the edge of the roof and down into the alley below him.

His hand went to the walkie-talkie on his shoulder to call his brothers but hesitated. Leo’s orders were to report any activity on the experimental patrol. Splitting the city into routes between the four of them was risky but they covered a lot more ground. Donnie was close by…but Mikey didn’t need help with this clown. It was just a routine rescue. Damsel in distress. A lone girl cornered by some jackass outside of one of the smaller clubs in Brooklyn. Easy peasy.

“C’mon, don’t be so loud, babe. You were all for it a minute ago.” The assailant persisted, covering her mouth with his hand until an empty bean can struck him in the temple. “OW! The fuck?!”

“The lady said back off, dude!” Mikey called from the fire escape before dropping down to street level. He landed intentionally loud to try and spook his opponent, a tactic Raphael liked to do. The shadows still hid most of his form but there would be no denying his size.

“Hey, this don’t concern you, fuckface. Get lost.” The assailant pointed, shoulders raised and hands otherwise balled into tight white-knuckled fists.

“Nah, bro. That ain’t how this works.” Mikey drew one of his nunchucks from his belt. He didn’t need a weapon against a common schmuck, but better safe than sorry. Plus, it looked cool.

“I said fuck off. I’m not gonna te-” He took his eyes off his prey for too long. The girl leaned her shoulder back to wind up a doozy of a haymaker right into her assailant’s cheekbone.

“Ohmygod-that hurt!” She gasped and shook her hand to try and rid herself of the pain. She paid no attention after that even as the man recovered from her strike and turned his angry eyes on her.

Mikey leapt forward and baseball slid into his shins to take him out. There’s nothing quite like the sound of a skull hitting the pavement. The man groaned and didn’t get back up as the ninja grabbed him by the back of the shirt to toss him in the pile of garbage bags lining the building.

“To the trash with you! Heh. That was easy.” Mikey put his nunchuck back in his belt and cautiously approached the girl. “You, uh, you good?”

“His face hurt my hand…What a douche…” Her voice was scratchy, words slurred together. “S’it s’pposed to hurt like that..?” The girl finally turned her head to look at him. She stared and squinted her eyes. “…you’re very green. Are you s’pposed to be green?”

“Been green my whole life so far. Life of a turtle, yaknow.” Mikey laughed nervously. She was very drunk but at least she didn’t scream. That was a nice change of pace. “Listen, you got friends inside the club or somethin’?” He couldn’t stay on the ground much longer, but he couldn’t leave her alone either.

“No…” She scowled and pushed herself off the wall. “They suck…” The girl let out a squeak when she felt herself lose balance from a moment of standing.

A quick shuffle of the feet and Mikey caught her before she fell. He helped her find her footing in her wedges but she stayed leaning against him. The warmth of her skin a dramatic contrast to the cool night air and the mix of perfume and beer was a welcoming scent so close to the garbage. Her head rolled to the side and then back up straight as she faded in and out of consciousness. She scowled again as she tried to get her eyes to focus.

“Where’s your nose?” She poked his beak with a painted nail and giggled. “Boop.”

“Uh-” There was a loud banging sound of a side door being opened loudly. More people were coming and Mikey felt himself panic. “Ok listen, I’m just gonna get us to a safer place so we can find your friends, okay? Please don’t scream.” He scooped up her wobbly legs in one arm to quickly scale up the fire escapes on the side of the building just as a group of loud drunks passed underneath.

“Woah..! Fuck was that..?“ The girl looked around at her new surroundings. "How’d we get …up here?” She stared at him. “..d'you fly? That-that’s tight.” Her head dropped against Mikey’s shoulder, too heavy to hold up.

“Nonono don’t pass out on me! I gotta get you home or somethin’.” Mikey bounced his shoulder a bit to try and wake her back up with minimal success. Her head straightened up but her eyes remained glazed over and unfocused and she fell back down to his shoulder. “Aw man..! Okay, we’re gonna call for backup. This is a good time to call. Leo will know what to do.”

He adjusted the girl in his one arm as he reached up to press the button on his walkie-talkie.

“Yo, I got a problem. It’s not, like, an emergency problem but I’m, uh, stuck.”

“What happened?” Leonardo came through immediately, voice stern and commanding.

“I rescued this drunk girl and now she passed out and I don’t know what to do.”

“Jus’ leave her where her friends’ll find her. They’re probably lookin’ for her.” Raphael chimed in.

“I can’t just leave her! Someone’s already tried to pick her up! That’s what I meant by ‘rescued’, duh!” Mikey looked over the edge of the building. There was no sign of anybody looking for her.

“Does she have a purse? Her I.D. will have her address on it.” Donnie suggested.

“Uh..” Mikey looked down at his unconscious charge and what she wore. No purse. No jacket. He looked down in the alleyway for a discarded purse. “No purse, Donnie. I don’t know where she’d even put a wallet with this outfit.”

“Hm. Where are you? I’ll come help.”

“Who'zat?”

Mikey jumped a bit when she spoke. He hadn’t noticed her wake back up.

“That’s my brother, Donnie. He’s gonna help us get you home, okay?” He tensed up when she stretched her arm across his chest and her hair tickled his neck as she ducked under his chin to grab the walkie.

“Donnie! Come out with ush! We’re havin’ fun!” She laughed as her voice cracked and she raised her phone to take a selfie. “Le’s do shots!”

“Girl, where were you hiding your phone? Your pants don’t even have pockets!” He stared at her dumbfounded as he took the radio back to return it to his shoulder strap.

“Which ’s bullshit…” Her scowl only lasted a second before transforming into a smug smile.“Titties, babe. Hide stuff in ya boobs and they safe.” She pulled her shirt to look down the collar. “I got lotsa stuff in here.”

“Oh boy.” Mikey didn’t know his face could grow so hot so fast. For all his peacocking, he’d never actually been this close to a girl, or her boobs before.

“Mikey! Mikey! Hey! Does she have an iPhone?” Donatello’s voice was a welcoming distraction and the little brother answered in a shaky affirmative. “Great. Tell her to ask Siri how to get home. If she has her personal contact card set up, the A.I. will be able to give you directions. It’ll probably only work with her voice so she has to ask.”

Donnie for the win. After a quick battle of fighting with Siri to recognise the girl’s drunken dialect, it provided the address to an apartment building a few blocks away.

It was an easy run across the rooftops. Michaelangelo held onto his sloppy charge tightly and dropped down the fire escape to the window she pointed out.

"You sure this is the right one? Don’t wanna end up in some rando apartment.” The turtle quickly scoped the area out, watching for neighbors and people walking down below.

“S’right.” She pointed at a potted plant of questionable health. “Them’s my tomato. They gon’ be spaghetti someday.” She informed him with a proud smile and rested her head on his shoulder. “M’little green babies…”

“Heh. Neat.” Mikey withheld his innuendo and pried the window open with a kunai from his belt. He held her close to carry her through the narrow opening and scraped his shell against the peeling paint of the window frame in the process.

The girl lazily pointed him across the apartment to a bedroom, clearly content with being carried. Mikey was careful to make his footsteps silent and keep an eye out for any roommates. He pushed the door open with his foot and stepped on a fluffy rug.

“Wow. Smells like girl in here.” Mikey blinked some at the mix of smells that hit his senses. Perfumes, candles, deodorants and whatever product she put in her hair all mixed together with the personal scent of the girl in his arms. It was soft, almost fruity, and reminded him of summer.

"Am girl. I live here.” She held her arm out to find her balance as Mikey set her feet down so she could stand and immediately kicked her shoes off, shrinking down a few inches in height.

“Well, uh, home sweet home! I gotta get back to work, so. See ya later? Be safe?” Mikey thumb pointed back at the window they originally came through and tensed up when she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“No, stay. I gotta pay you for the ride.” She pressed her lips against the side of his mouth as she leaned awkwardly against him.

“NOPE.” Mikey pulled his head away even as he held her to support her. “It doesn’t count if you’re drunk! That’s not okay!”

“Well then, you get drunk n’then i’s fine.” She grinned and kissed his newly exposed neck. Causing the turtle to let out a squeak of a noise he didn’t know he could make.

“Idon’tthinkthat’showthatworks!” He whined and took her shoulders to hold her away from him and stared at her. “…my face doesn’t freak you out?” He asked quietly, cautiously. Even hopefully.

“I was in anime club in high school. This is not the first mask I’ve kissed. Or even the weirdest.” She poked his beak again. “Boop.” Her head rolled to the side as she laughed then she suddenly scowled. “Oh man, I almost threw up. Nevermind. Maybe next time. Mgoin’ to bed.” She turned away from him and pushed her laundry pile onto her floor before ungracefully flopping down on the bed. “Leave me your number and I’ll Venmo you money in the mornin’.”

“…Okay.” Mikey stood completely frozen, and yet on fire, as he watched her blindly burrow into her blankets. He eyed her desk and the stack of colorful sticky notes. His brothers wouldn’t leave her anything. It was a huge risk. She’s drunk, she doesn’t mean it. But what if she does. What if she could?

A decision made. A breath for courage and he wrote his name and number down on an orange sticky note for her to find. He added a little turtle in the corner for a personal touch and left the apartment with haste. He scaled to the rooftop and yelled up at the sky.

“Dear God, it’s me! Yer boy, Mikey! This is some bull-shit!” He pulled on the ends of his mask in frustration. “My first kiss from a girl and she’s drunk so it doesn’t even count..! Damnit.” He pointed upwards. “You better let this work out! I think you owe me by now!” He pouted and then sighed. “Please let it work out…Even a little bit would be nice. At least she didn’t scream…That’s a good sign.”

Mikey dared to crack a hopeful smile and ran across the rooftops to find his brothers.

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Can I possibly have turtle hands..? Just... they look so safe and warm 😂😂❤💙

this gif shows it all 💙❤️💜🧡

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A Taste of Heaven

Mikey helps a drunk girl get home ~2000 words

“I don’t know you! Stop touching me!” The girl turned her face up to the sky, shouting for any and all to hear over the loud pop music. Her words fell on a beat, with purpose and clarity. Mikey skidded on his heels and turned right around to check over the edge of the roof and down into the alley below him.

His hand went to the walkie-talkie on his shoulder to call his brothers but hesitated. Leo’s orders were to report any activity on the experimental patrol. Splitting the city into routes between the four of them was risky but they covered a lot more ground. Donnie was close by...but Mikey didn’t need help with this clown. It was just a routine rescue. Damsel in distress. A lone girl cornered by some jackass outside of one of the smaller clubs in Brooklyn. Easy peasy.

“C’mon, don’t be so loud, babe. You were all for it a minute ago.” The assailant persisted, covering her mouth with his hand until an empty bean can struck him in the temple. “OW! The fuck?!”

“The lady said back off, dude!” Mikey called from the fire escape before dropping down to street level. He landed intentionally loud to try and spook his opponent, a tactic Raphael liked to do. The shadows still hid most of his form but there would be no denying his size.

“Hey, this don’t concern you, fuckface. Get lost.” The assailant pointed, shoulders raised and hands otherwise balled into tight white-knuckled fists.

“Nah, bro. That ain’t how this works.” Mikey drew one of his nunchucks from his belt. He didn’t need a weapon against a common schmuck, but better safe than sorry. Plus, it looked cool.

“I said fuck off. I’m not gonna te-” He took his eyes off his prey for too long. The girl leaned her shoulder back to wind up a doozy of a haymaker right into her assailant’s cheekbone.

“Ohmygod-that hurt!” She gasped and shook her hand to try and rid herself of the pain. She paid no attention after that even as the man recovered from her strike and turned his angry eyes on her.

Mikey leapt forward and baseball slid into his shins to take him out. There’s nothing quite like the sound of a skull hitting the pavement. The man groaned and didn’t get back up as the ninja grabbed him by the back of the shirt to toss him in the pile of garbage bags lining the building.

“To the trash with you! Heh. That was easy.” Mikey put his nunchuck back in his belt and cautiously approached the girl. “You, uh, you good?”

“His face hurt my hand…What a douche…” Her voice was scratchy, words slurred together. “S’it s’pposed to hurt like that..?” The girl finally turned her head to look at him. She stared and squinted her eyes. “...you’re very green. Are you s’pposed to be green?”

“Been green my whole life so far. Life of a turtle, yaknow.” Mikey laughed nervously. She was very drunk but at least she didn’t scream. That was a nice change of pace. “Listen, you got friends inside the club or somethin’?” He couldn’t stay on the ground much longer, but he couldn’t leave her alone either.

“No…” She scowled and pushed herself off the wall. “They suck…” The girl let out a squeak when she felt herself lose balance from a moment of standing.

A quick shuffle of the feet and Mikey caught her before she fell. He helped her find her footing in her wedges but she stayed leaning against him. The warmth of her skin a dramatic contrast to the cool night air and the mix of perfume and beer was a welcoming scent so close to the garbage. Her head rolled to the side and then back up straight as she faded in and out of consciousness. She scowled again as she tried to get her eyes to focus.

“Where’s your nose?” She poked his beak with a painted nail and giggled. “Boop.”

“Uh-” There was a loud banging sound of a side door being opened loudly. More people were coming and Mikey felt himself panic. “Ok listen, I’m just gonna get us to a safer place so we can find your friends, okay? Please don’t scream.” He scooped up her wobbly legs in one arm to quickly scale up the fire escapes on the side of the building just as a group of loud drunks passed underneath.

“Woah..! Fuck was that..?" The girl looked around at her new surroundings. "How'd we get ...up here?" She stared at him. "..d'you fly? That-that's tight." Her head dropped against Mikey's shoulder, too heavy to hold up.

"Nonono don't pass out on me! I gotta get you home or somethin'." Mikey bounced his shoulder a bit to try and wake her back up with minimal success. Her head straightened up but her eyes remained glazed over and unfocused and she fell back down to his shoulder. "Aw man..! Okay, we're gonna call for backup. This is a good time to call. Leo will know what to do."

He adjusted the girl in his one arm as he reached up to press the button on his walkie-talkie.

"Yo, I got a problem. It's not, like, an emergency problem but I'm, uh, stuck."

"What happened?" Leonardo came through immediately, voice stern and commanding.

"I rescued this drunk girl and now she passed out and I don't know what to do."

"Jus' leave her where her friends'll find her. They're probably lookin' for her." Raphael chimed in.

"I can't just leave her! Someone's already tried to pick her up! That's what I meant by 'rescued', duh!" Mikey looked over the edge of the building. There was no sign of anybody looking for her.

"Does she have a purse? Her I.D. will have her address on it." Donnie suggested.

"Uh.." Mikey looked down at his unconscious charge and what she wore. No purse. No jacket. He looked down in the alleyway for a discarded purse. "No purse, Donnie. I don't know where she'd even put a wallet with this outfit."

"Hm. Where are you? I'll come help."

"Who'zat?"

Mikey jumped a bit when she spoke. He hadn't noticed her wake back up.

“That’s my brother, Donnie. He’s gonna help us get you home, okay?” He tensed up when she stretched her arm across his chest and her hair tickled his neck as she ducked under his chin to grab the walkie.

"Donnie! Come out with ush! We’re havin’ fun!” She laughed as her voice cracked and she raised her phone to take a selfie. “Le’s do shots!”

“Girl, where were you hiding your phone? Your pants don’t even have pockets!” He stared at her dumbfounded as he took the radio back to return it to his shoulder strap.

“Which ’s bullshit…” Her scowl only lasted a second before transforming into a smug smile.“Titties, babe. Hide stuff in ya boobs and they safe.” She pulled her shirt to look down the collar. “I got lotsa stuff in here.”

“Oh boy.” Mikey didn’t know his face could grow so hot so fast. For all his peacocking, he’d never actually been this close to a girl, or her boobs before.

“Mikey! Mikey! Hey! Does she have an iPhone?” Donatello’s voice was a welcoming distraction and the little brother answered in a shaky affirmative. “Great. Tell her to ask Siri how to get home. If she has her personal contact card set up, the A.I. will be able to give you directions. It’ll probably only work with her voice so she has to ask.”

Donnie for the win. After a quick battle of fighting with Siri to recognise the girl’s drunken dialect, it provided the address to an apartment building a few blocks away.

It was an easy run across the rooftops. Michaelangelo held onto his sloppy charge tightly and dropped down the fire escape to the window she pointed out.

"You sure this is the right one? Don't wanna end up in some rando apartment.” The turtle quickly scoped the area out, watching for neighbors and people walking down below.

“S’right.” She pointed at a potted plant of questionable health. “Them’s my tomato. They gon’ be spaghetti someday.” She informed him with a proud smile and rested her head on his shoulder. “M’little green babies...”

“Heh. Neat.” Mikey withheld his innuendo and pried the window open with a kunai from his belt. He held her close to carry her through the narrow opening and scraped his shell against the peeling paint of the window frame in the process.

The girl lazily pointed him across the apartment to a bedroom, clearly content with being carried. Mikey was careful to make his footsteps silent and keep an eye out for any roommates. He pushed the door open with his foot and stepped on a fluffy rug.

“Wow. Smells like girl in here.” Mikey blinked some at the mix of smells that hit his senses. Perfumes, candles, deodorants and whatever product she put in her hair all mixed together with the personal scent of the girl in his arms. It was soft, almost fruity, and reminded him of summer.

"Am girl. I live here.” She held her arm out to find her balance as Mikey set her feet down so she could stand and immediately kicked her shoes off, shrinking down a few inches in height.

“Well, uh, home sweet home! I gotta get back to work, so. See ya later? Be safe?” Mikey thumb pointed back at the window they originally came through and tensed up when she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“No, stay. I gotta pay you for the ride.” She pressed her lips against the side of his mouth as she leaned awkwardly against him.

“NOPE.” Mikey pulled his head away even as he held her to support her. “It doesn’t count if you’re drunk! That’s not okay!”

“Well then, you get drunk n’then i’s fine.” She grinned and kissed his newly exposed neck. Causing the turtle to let out a squeak of a noise he didn’t know he could make.

“Idon’tthinkthat’showthatworks!” He whined and took her shoulders to hold her away from him and stared at her. “...my face doesn’t freak you out?” He asked quietly, cautiously. Even hopefully.

“I was in anime club in high school. This is not the first mask I’ve kissed. Or even the weirdest.” She poked his beak again. “Boop.” Her head rolled to the side as she laughed then she suddenly scowled. “Oh man, I almost threw up. Nevermind. Maybe next time. Mgoin’ to bed.” She turned away from him and pushed her laundry pile onto her floor before ungracefully flopping down on the bed. “Leave me your number and I’ll Venmo you money in the mornin’.”

“...Okay.” Mikey stood completely frozen, and yet on fire, as he watched her blindly burrow into her blankets. He eyed her desk and the stack of colorful sticky notes. His brothers wouldn’t leave her anything. It was a huge risk. She’s drunk, she doesn’t mean it. But what if she does. What if she could?

A decision made. A breath for courage and he wrote his name and number down on an orange sticky note for her to find. He added a little turtle in the corner for a personal touch and left the apartment with haste. He scaled to the rooftop and yelled up at the sky.

“Dear God, it’s me! Yer boy, Mikey! This is some bull-shit!” He pulled on the ends of his mask in frustration. “My first kiss from a girl and she’s drunk so it doesn’t even count..! Damnit.” He pointed upwards. “You better let this work out! I think you owe me by now!” He pouted and then sighed. “Please let it work out…Even a little bit would be nice. At least she didn’t scream…That’s a good sign.”

Mikey dared to crack a hopeful smile and ran across the rooftops to find his brothers.

#tmnt #tmnt michelangelo #funny #someone teach me how to do Read More Under Cut on mobile

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Donnie and Mikey get drunk and do science

Boys will be boys