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chaoticspeedrun · 10 months
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ROTTMNT Dating sim "I made you a mixtape" Announcement
Hey guys! Whenever I wrote these fics I always felt like I could give more, do more, and eventually that rabbit hole ended on this, I am starting a project to create a ROTTMNT visual novel/dating sim!
In this game you will be able to romance any of the four turtles, so far three different endings are planned (A good ending, a normal ending and a bad ending) your choices matter for the plot.
Today I created the design for the title screen and I will keep it like this as a placeholder while I work on the character sprites
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The icon on the left has already been added as the icon for the game window, the backgrounds and a map for the player to interact with will be worked on soon and the designs are based on @honeylief 's design of the new lair with their permission.
The script for the prologue has already been written too!
I am extremely excited for this project and the ideas are flowing! I am also getting suggestions from the discord chat, however if anyone wants to help (Programmers, Artists, musicians, or anyone who knows how to use ren'py) it will be greatly appreciated as it is quite an ambitious project and I am not a programmer, I am just beginning to learn how to use ren'py.
I hope you guys are as excited as I am for it!
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bingobongocheerio · 2 years
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April: Shit, we lost Leo.
Y/N: Wait, I got this...
Y/N: Y/N IS A PIECE OF SHIT! THEY ARE THE WORST PERSON EVER AND I HATE THEM!
Leo: [Marching out of the crowd] BITCH WHAT-
Donnie: [flying down from the sky] THE FUCK-
Mikey: [stumbling out of a craft store] DID YOU-
Raph: [emerging from a sewer] JUST SAY?!?!
Y/N: I have made a mistake.
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mediocrevideopodcast · 6 months
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Prompt: Calling the turtles by their government name!
A/N: Goofy little thing I found in the drafts! have some scraps kids
Includes: Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo
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Raphael:
Furrows his brows and sighs. As the eldest, he knows what’s coming. He puts on a brave face, but he’s shaking in his turtle boots. Be gentle with him. 
Leonardo: 
Oh no, he knows that tone anywhere. He panics for about half a second, and if you’re next to him when you do it, you can see his eyes widen violently. It doesn’t take long for him to bounce back though. It was Michelangelo’s fault, he swears. 
Donatello:
Pavlovian response of apology and denial. It simply wasn't him. Okay, fine, listen, every scientist knows that experiments never work the first time. You can’t even see the hole anymore! Wait, that wasn’t what you were referring to? Ah, I see. I mean, the food wasn’t labeled, he didn’t know it was yours. That wasn’t what you were talking about either? You’ll find out about so much little, inconsequential shit this way, but if you do this even once to him, he’ll be convinced that you’re fucking with him every single time from here on out. Use it wisely. (This is a lie, he will always cave.)
Michelangelo:
Panics, and doesn’t recover. It was Leo, he says, with red paint caked on his hands and a small fire in the corner. It wasn’t his fault, you simply have to believe him.
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marwhoa · 1 year
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request: What if Y/N is really sensitive to tickles (like, sides and thighs), to the point that if it gets even a little too rough, the laughs quickly turn into tears. Can we get a rise!boys x reader (you can decide gender) where they individually find out how tickle-sensitive Y/N is? Bonus if there's a gentle apology tickle sesh <3 ~🌺👸
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🝮 “ tickle-fest ”
rise!boys x reader (indiv.)
author’s note: hihi !! my bad for how long it took to do this uwu did it at my own leisure (though, maybe a tad bit over that 👉👈 some of them aren’t very “tears after tikl… ti… tickling? Oh my I forgot how to spell that for a second—ah, anyways, enjoy please !!
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┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Raph 💌
It hadn’t been easy warming Raph up to you. Being a human much smaller than he was and with much more fragile skin than his, he was walking on eggshells when it came to ensuring he didn’t hurt you. His hands would flinch and hesitate before resting themselves on your shoulders. His legs would lock up his position when he heard you near, especially if you were behind him. And never would he approach you without a warning of where he was, a little “ behind ya! “ or a “ Hey, comin’ in. “
It was especially bad when his feelings for you developed. They came so suddenly, nearly toppling the big guy over when you asked him of all people if he was okay one day. He wasn’t—the mission that day was far too stressful. He lost sight of his brothers as they tried to reason with a tree yokai—an ent, much heavier than he was with branches far more than capable of causing harm to his brothers without his tough skin and spiky shell. They totally held their own, as they always did, but with lives as dangerous as theirs?? No one could really blame Raph for his worries. And worst of all, he couldn’t share any of these feelings, not with anyone, lest he wanted to risk his responsibilities and confidence as their leader.
How could he falter? Would his brothers take on his fears if he dared share them? April would try to reach out to him, but he just couldn’t bring himself to share such heavy baggage with her.
Raph insisted he was fine. April always knew he was lying.
But, she respected his space, within reason.
Never would he have expected you to ask him how he was though, and somehow that ended up being the little drop of water that broke the dam. In your arms, he poured everything out, shaking the whole time. You stroked gentle touches down his neck, sometimes reaching out to trace little circles and hearts against his chest—knowing full and well that he could feel it.
When he calmed down, Raph jolted backwards, afraid to have made so much contact with someone he saw like glass. To his surprise, not only were you unharmed, but you encouraged him to return to your loving arms, and he would be a liar if he said that he hated it or found them uncomfortable.
And that was how you managed to get him to warm up to you, becoming a bit more playful, much more likely to embrace you, to seek your company. You frequented the lair more, and he would always rush to you once he was free. You would lay together in his room, hearing his most vulnerable emotions—just you. You were the apple of his eye. Raph relaxed around you, let down some guards, and allowed his hands to stroke your skin just how yours did his.
And that, dear friend, is how he discovered how ticklish you were—right on your tummy. It surprised him when one day, while running his fingers mindlessly against your skin, you began fidgeting. He tried again, and this time you started laughing, pushing his hands away.
Today, he was doing the same thing. You were both together, laughing and being close as usual, when suddenly he towered over you and gave a toothy grin. Oh no, not that look, please—anything but THAT look! He pushed your shirt up a bit—respectfully so— and immediately began assault on your tummy!
You squirmed and shrieked, fighting to escape the torture that made you laugh so bad. You couldn’t stop laughing and pleading.
“ Raph—Plehihiji—please! Let—hELP, I-I’M gonahahah—I’m g— PEE! “
“ Not a chance, Y/N. “
With empty threats, you pleaded, and he simply eyed you with a glint of enjoyment flickering through his eyes. Now began stage 2 of your fight for your life—kicking. It never usually reached this point, but you were desperate! Tears were pricking in your eyes and your laugh was starting to just become your mouth open and body jolting as if laughing but no sound came out.
Of course, when you’re someone like Raph with tough skin and a spiky shell, little human kicks don’t hurt at all. But, when you’re a human with easily torn skin, kicks against an alligator snapping turtle can be dangerous.
“ Y/N! I—I’m sorry, you’re . . . “
Raph was quick to catch when your cries weren’t done out of too much tickling. You gave a squeak of pain, halting your kicking abruptly, and suddenly Raph was brought back to an unpleasant memory of the past, one where a particularly purple turtle was hurt by him.
To omit the yucky details, let’s just say there was a bit of a ouchie-ouch on the sole of your foot. Raph quickly separated himself from you, putting an uncomfortable amount of distance between you both as he rummaged through drawers to find precious bandaids that were probably in every nook and cranny of the lair because of him.
“ Where are they, no, no, no, please. I didn’t mean to! “
Panicking, his shaky hands dumped bandaids into the drawer and quickly hurried to you with them and some Neosporin. Though, when he saw your teary eyes looking at him, Raph couldn’t help but freeze up. The materials were sat near you, but he kept his distance. His head hung to the right, like a puppy ashamedly holding their head down.
“ Raph? “
Y/N called with a low voice, reaching their hand towards him. A hesitant step back, and quickly you put the pieces together. It was just like before. Was he going to push you away now after this incident, too?
“ Raph, you can sit near me. It was just an accident, I’m not mad and it’s not even that bad of a cut! “
His eyes twirled light in them as tears glossed them up. Even so, even if you were okay—this just proved he was dangerous, right? This just proved he shouldn’t be so close to you, right? This proved every little thought he had every time he held you, every floating voice telling him, “ No, you are too close to them. You’re going to hurt them, it’s only a matter of time. You hurt everyone, Raphael. “
“ Y/N, please, you should be upset! I hurt you, it was only a matter of time. Just, LOOK at me? “
Fuming? He was fuming? Anger contorted his face as the tears welled up and rolled down his cheeks, leaving little trails that shone like crystals of sadness under the light basking his room. His eyes never met yours, staying fixated upon the floor.
This made your heart ache. You didn’t want to go back to when his hands would flinch, trembling as they gingerly touched your shoulders, your cheeks, your hands! You didn’t want him so afraid to touch you—you WEREN’T glass or tissue! You were resilient! After smearing the neosporin on your wound and pressing the bandaid neatly against your skin, your eyes traced his body while you spoke, noting the way he was so stiff yet quivering so visibly.
“ I AM looking at you, Raph. You didn’t do it on purpose, it was simply an accident, please—“
You leaned forward on the bed, reaching for him, but got startled when he jerked away, staring at you with eyes full of a kind of fear you hadn’t seen since the fight with Shredder years ago.
“ NO—Stop! I’m dangerous, just listen to me Y/N, and stay aw—Irk! “
He was startled as you suddenly leapt to him, his arms instinctively catching you. Guilt washed over him—he just said don’t touch him! But the way you held him and your voice cracked as you cried out,
“ Raph, you dummy! Listen to me, ”
Y/N pulled back, resting their weight upon Raph’s arms that held them securely with a little pinch of love. Their hands cupped his face, gently stroking his cheeks in slow circles,
“ I know you think I’m made of glass or something dumb like that. You underestimate how strong I am, okay? Of course I may get hurt here and there by your little points, but hey, ”
His head leaned against your hand as you rubbed his tears away,
“ That doesn’t change how much I . . . How much I love you, okay? “
The look on his face coupled with the blush dusting your cheeks was adorable. Though you both knew it, neither of you had said it aloud. And, what better time to say it than after a tickle fight gone wrong?
His eyes traced your expression, clenching tightly closed before opening with the kindest, most loving gaze that made your heart skip, but not as hard as his next words did. Now THAT made your heart trip over itself.
“ Can I kiss you? “
┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Mikey 💌
Loving Mikey was easy—the hard part was figuring out how he loved you. The way he treated you, it was sometimes indistinguishable from how one loves a friend or how one loves a partner. Your heart fluttered when his smile called your name, but that same smile called to his brothers, to his sister, fathers, everyone.
One thing that you knew was only for you, though, was the way he always wanted your hand. Now, there was no doubt that Mikey loved physical touch. He climbed all over Raph, always hugged Leo and Donnie (who would give little headpats that Mikey loved. Mental note made!), and never missed a chance to high-five April when she came by.
But you? Silently, he would lace together y’all’s fingers together and carry on as such. These were the moments that made you wonder if how he felt for you was exclusively for you. The answer to that always escaped you, never having the heart to ask him.
That is, until the answer decided to find you itself. One day, his hands met yours. Everyone headed out of the room, and you moved to follow them, expecting Mikey to follow along like always. But instead, you were pulled back, landing gently into his hugging embrace. Mikey hugged you, which wasn’t out of character, but it struck you as odd that he would want to lag behind the others, especially with you. Your heart began spinning with joy, but that was quickly shushed—quiet down, my heart, please. Don’t jump to conclusions that could hurt us!
“ I love you, a lot. “
The words had frozen your body. After a few seconds, you dared lift your head and lost all words at the loving smile and look he used as his eyes held yours. A rush of emotion, and soon your lips had met his, locked in a kiss so sweet.
From that moment on, you were surprised to find out just how much Mikey enjoyed contact with you. Sitting together, your body would be against his, his arms draped over your frame and yours holding his hands. Little churrs would emit from his chest, low for your ears only as you laid against his plastron. You frequented his room much more, usually laying across each other while reading from his absurd collection of comics—you didn’t know what surprised you more, the sheer amount of them or the fact that he actually kept comics that weren’t just Jupiter Jim. There were other stories, and even some of his own made comics that starred him and his brothers. You loved reading the ones he made himself.
One day, in his room in front of a cute mirror he had found and painted the outskirts of himself, you tried on a new shirt. It was a tad bit short, revealing your stomach. With a few twists, turns, and poses, you still hadn’t settled on how you felt about it before Mikey came in and saw. You held your tongue, burning under his gaze, but he erupted with joy at how nice you looked in it! He especially loved the colors and designs on it.
“ Can I touch the trim? “
He asked, eyeing the bottom of your shirt with a look only an artist could have. You of course obliged, allowing him to see whatever it was he wanted to inspect. It was then that his fingers grazed your skin, pulling a few giggles from you as your hands quickly moved to push his. With a confused look, he quirked a brow ridge at you, grinning as the pieces instantly fell into place.
“ You’re ticklish, aren’t you? “
“ Absolutely not. “
A suspiciously fast response. No, really, you had countered his question so fast that there was no way it could be seen as anything but a “ Yes, absolutely! “. And so, the only thing going through your head as your legs buckled and laughter shook your body was “ god have mercy. “
No time was wasted by the mischievous orange banded turtle as his fingers tickled your exposed stomach. Your legs had buckled, hoping to dodge him and run for your life, but you hadn’t accounted for just how fast he could really be when locked in target!
“ MIKEY—NOOOOO! “
You screamed, as if you were a character in a game betrayed by the one they trusted. Which, technically you were. This wasn’t a game, but you were being betrayed by whom you trusted as his hands tickled and tickled and tickled you until all you could do was gasp for air and reach for the sky—ceiling?
The laughter falling from your lips encouraged him. It made he himself laugh—but no, Mikey needed to focus on his attack! He couldn’t laugh so hard that he became weak, like you and your frame which shook with earthquaking giggles right now as your hands tried to hit and push him. That made him laugh even more—you were laughing so hard that your hands were hardly even putting enough pressure to TOUCH him!
That did him in as he rolled over beside you, trembling as he held his stomach.
“ You sounded so sil—pffft—silly! ”
“ Oh YEAH? DID I? ”
Regaining composure, you were quick to flip up over onto him and hold your hands up with a downright DEVIOUS smirk.
And Mikey recognized the fate that was about to be bestowed upon him.
“ Wait—Y/N, hahaha, come oNAAAAAAH! “
Y/N’s hands came down to his sides, beginning their relentless revenge upon their assailant. Their weight on top of him was holding him down effectively.
“ No mercy! “
They cried out evilly, laughing as Mikey’s laughs turned from joy to tickled horror! Free him!
“ Y/N, Y/N PLEASE, I’LL DIE! “
The deviant in your smile slipped away, replaced with a loving smile. The way his eyes were squeezed shut and how his big grin let out the most contagious laughs. The relentless tickle-attack was about to be lifted, but instead you were met by Mikey’s knee slamming into your back accidentally.
“ OUGH! “
“ HH—Y/N! “
Y/N’s body lurched forward from the impact, chest hitting against Mikey’s plastron and their noggin smacking right into his. The clonk sent you both rolling on the floor, opposite of each other and holding your heads. A string of whispered curses left both of your mouths as you squirmed in mutual pain! Who knew that tickling could become so painful for all parties involved?
Amidst your rolling, you both had began settling down, resting on your side and facing each other.
“ Euughhh… “
Mikey and Y/N groan, eyes fluttering open to meet each other’s. The giggles subsided, silence overtaking the two as they searched each other’s eyes for something. Mikey, looking for any pain, maybe even fear or hate for him hurting you. Y/N, looking for any pain, sadness, fear—and possibly even a hint of love. The silence turned into a melody of the two’s laughter, the sounds intertwining, weaving into a jovial harmony. With a few little nudges and scoots, Y/N and Mikey met their noggins once again, this time with a soft affectionate touch instead of a violent thunk. Their hands came together just as lovingly.
“ … “
Y/N’s eyes lowered to where their hands hugged. A content smile met their features, followed by a loving sigh as eyes trailed back to meet the bubbly ones that followed, hand in hand, curious of what had your attention.
“ So? Is the shirt weird on me? I’m not exactly the spitting image of those you normally see wearing this. “
Your eyes escaped, laced with a glint of anxiety and a pinch of discomfort. The fleeing gaze was brought back by Mikey’s hand, stroking your cheek.
“ Everything looks amazing on you, Y/N! “
He leans up, placing a sweet kiss upon your forehead.
“ Do you like it? “
┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Donnie 💌
Surprisingly enough, loving Donnie as much as you do now was not all that hard. If anything, it wasn’t even planned. The hard part was getting him to reciprocate.
You were a school friend of April’s, roped together by the dreaded “Group Project”. Little did you know, this group project soon turned into a “Group-Run-From-Some-Big-Lizard-Mutant-Thing!???” Without skipping a beat, April sent out a little “ help! doing a project with a potential NORMAL HUMAN FRIEND and a mutant has appeared? “
The two of you were saved by four highly impressive men—wait no… no, that’s a turtle? No, a frog? No, no, turtle frog men? No, that can’t be right?
“ Watch out! “
A voice startled your thoughts immediately as metallic arms gave only a second to respond before they yanked you away from the much larger and redder of the four thumping down where you once laid. Your eyes met the cold ones of your savior, who narrowed them with a clicking of his tongue.
“ Maybe you should leave zoning out for when you’re safe?! “
“ Donnie! “
“ Donnie… “
He was scolded by your dearest groupmate, April, and you found yourself parroting the name she said. Now he didn’t seem all that fond of you already!
But, that first impression dissolved over time. Knowing their existence now, you were more inclined to ask April to let you see them. After a few visits, you would even begin going to see them on your own—without her as your safe little guard as you got to know these brothers.
Donnie, though? Now he was who you were most interested in. His lab was where you gravitated towards the most, especially when visiting the lair on your own. Your comfort zone had extended from April’s side to the lab of a rather recluse scientist.
At first it seemed like you were an annoyance—a pain in his neck, maybe even a thorn in his side? That slowly subsided as you came to know not Donnie, but rather Donatello.
Donatello was someone who had quiet kindness, the kind of nice that gets overlooked—unnoticed for a while. Had you compared the lab before your time and to now, you would have noticed easily that some shelves were a bit higher now, and the floors were less cluttered. Memories of you tripping and bonking your head flooded in, followed by the split seconds of worry you caught on the purple-banded turtle that melted into misplaced frustration as you got carted straight out of the room. Then, you had thought it was the last straw, but now? You knew it was simply him getting you away to basically … “ Y/N proof ” the place.
The spark between y’all had grown during one night that had left Donnie completely and utterly vulnerable.
By this point, you had spent so much time with Donnie that you could proudly vocalize your title as “ Assistant Scientist! “ In fact, you were even more proud to say you could always catch the split second smiles on the Great, Genius, Bad-Boy-Who-Never-Smiles Donatello when you entered his lab. The smirks he gave when you connected dots during his scientific spiels, the big-eyed worry he had whenever you made an “ ouch! ” or a “ dang it! “ or any less-favorable expletives, even the stiffness his body had before jumping into action when his eyes caught your frame entering an active battlefield—all of it, you noticed. Donnie was a book you had read cover to cover, many times over.
Maybe part of him had noticed that, too, because you were the one who was reached out to immediately during one particular accident on a solo-patrol.
With feet running so fast that they rivaled that of Hermes and his winged shoes, you clambered desperately down narrow alleyways, cluttered paths, and much-less-worn trails. You were blindly following a help signal sent to your phone by Donnie—it had quite literally spooked you out of bed. I mean, him? Donnie? He of all people? Reaching out to YOU of ALL people? The intrusive thoughts plowing through your brain were increasingly terrifying, fueling your breathless rush to the destination all the more.
With one last glance towards the coordinates, Y/N’s eyes rose to catch their surroundings. A park? They were at a park? What was he doing somewhere like this, this late at night? Under the cloudy moonlit skies, their footsteps crunched autumn leaves until stopping as the faintest of beeping was heard. Then, there was a stomach-turning stench that whisked through you, followed by whimpers hardly louder than the wind itself. Moving closer, Y/N saw a glimpse of purple and rushed around the bushes to find the frame of none other than the Genius Scientist himself, terribly injured and with his battle shell casted away a few feet.
“ Donnie …? “
Y/N whispered, with a voice just as low.
His hand was over his neck, digits trembling upon where the purple tech that encased his shell usually laid. With a sharp inhale, he turned to you with watery eyes that sent tears blurring your vision.
“ You’re, you’re hurt, Donnie, why did you call me? “
You were by his side immediately, his weight leaning into yours as you swiftly yet gingerly hoisted the violet vigilante up with his arm casted across your shoulder.
“ You’re—haaahhh— you’re the only one I trust to do this, ‘Assistant Scientist’ “
His joking behavior—though if it were under any other circumstances, surely a blush would paint your cheeks—was frightening enough, as was the journey back to his lab.
The two of you managed to sneak in under the radar, and when you dropped him to the bed, albeit a bit harshly, you hadn’t missed a single beat with the interrogation.
“ What happened to you? And … ”
Y/N’s eyes glanced to the purple tech through the doorway, laying illuminated by fluorescent fixtures in the center of the lab.
“ and … why was your battle shell so hot? ”
They recalled half an hour earlier as their eyes laid upon the faint red of burns on their fingertips.
Before Donnie’s warning, call—no, beg— to not touch his battle-shell, Y/N’s hands were already grazing the underside of the purple shell before a hissing leapt from their throat as the chilling rush of red-hot warmth nipped at their fingers. Desperation to get him home grew overwhelming as the realization that the scent they caught earlier had been akin to that of … well, you were frightened to complete that thought.
You shook your head, chasing that scary memory away, looking from the shell in the other room back to Donnie. He didn’t seem to want to talk much, so instead you settled for rummaging through his things for medical supplies. After a few moments, you heard him speak up, repeating his statement again with a groan. With a quick glance, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him leaning over in his seated position on the bed’s edge, flashing a weary grin.
“ I meant it, you are the only one I trust to help me with this. “
That night, a few years ago from today, had become a beloved memory for you, despite how much it had your heart racing. It had also become the exact reason why whenever Donnie had solo-patrol, you were always at his side. But, without that frightening night, you wouldn’t be where you are now—on the floor of a particular scientist’s lab, a giggling fit as said genius was relentlessly tickling each sensitive area on your body. Curses slipped your lips as you kicked and flailed, trying desperately to pry his hands away from their main target: your neck.
Did you know just how ticklish necks are? Clavicles, shoulders, but especially the back of your neck.
This assault had begun when the unsuspecting Y/N happily obliged to help look over Donnie’s latest invention. While you weren’t even nearly as intelligent as this literal sentient computer (hell, he might even be smarter than that), you, as the officially appointed “ Assistant Scientist ”, had definitely picked up a thing or two! Enough that you were upgraded to being his reviser, the second pair of eyes that looked over his work. With your guard fully down, your beloved Donatello began his relentless tickling of your neck as you were firmly and lovingly pinned to the floor.
The fit of giggles that erupted from your chest as you thrashed under the weight of the turtle sitting comfortably upon your derrière were quickly taken as his reward.
Weakly, Y/N kicked and squealed as tears pricked their eyes. Their cries grew hoarse and then into quiet gasps and silent laughter as the tears stained their cheeks. The experience had left them so out of it that they hadn’t noticed the tickling ceased until oxygen filled their lungs once more.
“ You, you trai … Let me catch my breath, you—you snuck up on me! Hast thou no honor? No shame? “
Y/N slipped from under their bully, lifting into a cross legged position as the other let out a genuine laugh seldom heard.
“ Hmm, let me check my calculations once more, “
His lips quirked up into an annoying grin as he tapped on the tablet attached to his forearm before his eyes looked up at you—ah, that look, had your heart skipped again? Y/N’s eyes quickly avoided him which only transformed his grin to a victorious one.
“ I am 98% devoid of shame! “
“ Uh-huh, and—pray tell—what about that missing 2%, oh all smart and powerful Sir Donatello? “
“ Realistically speaking, you can never be 100% confident. “
“ Why you—! “
An inaudible squeak erupted the genius as Y/N lunged forward to tickle him back, only to have their hands grabbed swiftly and intertwined in his.
“ Though, I was 100% sure you would try to get revenge. “
“ 100? Check your math because I almost didn’t do it! “
Y/N gave the cheekiest grin, only to have Donnie’s hands wrap around them and pull them flat against his plastron, his hand holding your head against him.
“ But you still did it. “
┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Leo 💌
“ … “
“ Ah… “
Y/N and Leo stared at each other, then the amalgamation of burnt mush between them, and then back to each other again.
“ On the bright side, we’ll know we aren’t on cooking duty next time? “
Leo cracked a grin before both of you stiffened instantly at the, “ WHO BURNT SOMETHING? “ echoed from across the lab. A fit of giggles escaped you as the blue banded dinner-criminal in front of you uttered a signature “ gyuu “ before tugging your frame through a quickly made portal as you two made your escape!
While running along the rooftops with an exhausting amount of stamina, leaping down into his arms whenever there was a jump a little too high for your legs to comfortably hop down, and laughing out what little oxygen was left in your lungs here and there, an important memory swirled to the forefront.
See, when it came to loving Leo, you never expected to be charmed by someone so …
Infuriating?
Sure, that sounded right. When you appeared into the brothers’ lives, it had happened at a Jupiter Jim movie showing. You and them were the only folks in the theatre, since it was a rerun of a previous movie that seemed to not be as much of a fan favorite. While you were the perfect example of how one should behave in a theatre, these rowdy brothers were quite the opposite.
Highly vocal about their disagreements with stuff in the movie, popcorn exploding in the air as they dramatically reacted to plot twists—like come on! How many years has this movie been out? No way they hadn’t seen it, what, did they live under a rock for god's sake?! But what really marked the line in the sand was when the beloved climax of the story came, one that had the most beautiful colors and framing you could ever see in any other movie.
On the edge of your seat, awaiting the dazzling display, the four brothers erupted from their seats and cheered louder than the movie’s volume. Each time you tried to look around them, it seemed almost too planned how they managed to cover your desperate gaze.
“ UGH! ENOUGH, YOU—“
Y/N yelled out in boiling anger, pointing towards them with a spiel on “ just how unruly they were ” prepared, but their throat seemed to dry up instantly when their faces all turned to them, revealing faces that just weren’t human.
The first of you all to respond and approach was a boy obscured by a blue beanie and scarf. He flashed a shaky grin and gave a polite bow with the nerdiest voice.
“ We apologize for being so rowdy, and I hope our snazzy turtle costumes aren’t spooking you too much! “
The fading memory brought a smile as Y/N dropped into Leo’s arms once more, walking hand in hand on the rooftop. He cracked an unknowing grin at your smile, and you squeezed his hand before letting go and walking towards the railing to gaze up at the sky.
“ Remember when we first met, Leo? “
“ Psh, yeah, at that Jupiter Jim showing of my favorite movie ever? You were completely enchanted by me, how could I forget? “
“ What? Enchanted?! “
Y/N sputtered out a laugh, whisking around to lock eyes with their love.
“ I was not enchanted, I was annoyed! You and your brothers were being disruptive and then you tried to pass off as cosplayers. “
With a snort, they turned back around and looked up at the stars. Y/N leaned against the railing, elbow as weight and head resting in their open palm. There was a comfortable silence blanketing the two now, likely with Leo trying to figure out some witty comeback to combat that with. A few thoughts crossed your head, figuring out if you should speak again or continue in this quiet moment beneath the stars—rather romantic in and of itself already, if you did say so yourself. This made you smirk for a second, shaking your head before deciding on the perfect thing to say next.
“ I would say I’m enchanted now, though. “
“ … “
The silence was not comfortable this time—honestly it was more awkward than anything you could imagine experiencing at this second— so with a tilt of your head, looking over your shoulder, there was a star-struck ninja illuminated by moon’s light. His eyes looked through yours with a warm kindness that felt like home. It took everything in you to not break this silence, wishing to stare into those eyes forever. Alas, embarrassment under such a loving gaze resulted in you nervously stuttering out your words, contemplating on turning back to the sky.
“ He-Hey, you okay? Are you good? “
“ You’re so important to me. “
“ Whuh— “
Snaking around your waist were his arms, snug against your frame as his chin rested on your shoulder. Your face flushes as your bashful gaze returns to the sky, catching a star here and there. A gentle kiss was pressed upon your cheek, resulting in you loosening against him and giving a content smile. With your head against his plastron and the stars captivating you in what could’ve been an absolutely romantic moment, there was the mischievous smirk that went unnoticed.
Leo pulled away slowly, his hands resting upon your hips.
“ I’m only doing it ‘cause you’re too cute. “
“ What? “
In merely a second, his fingers snaked under your shirt and tickled your sides relentlessly. A screech escaped your lips as you struggled and squirmed away, only to be held in place by one of his arms while the other continued tickling you.
“ LE—HHH—LEO PLEAAAAAAAH! STAH—STOP IT! DEMON! DEEEEEEMOOOOOONNN!! “
The two of you plunged to the ground from your frantic kicking, the blue culprit laughing all too hard while you struggled to cry for help between heavy inhales, sucking air in before your traitorous laughter emptied you all over again.
“ LEEEEEE—-!!!! “
Soon, Y/N’s struggling slowed down out of exhaustion until the two laid upon the rooftop with scattered giggles and chuckles. You wiped away tears from your eyes, rolling away from Leo with a playful shove and a glare that said, “ don’t you dare do that again or else! “ He flashed you puppy eyes, holding out his arms to beckon you on back.
So, of course you left him hanging for a bit, watching as he pouted—all a ruse, of course! Don’t be fooled!! And you weren’t, you stood your ground until he simply muttered a “ c’mere “ and pulled you back over to him. Head resting on his shoulder, his own hand pulling yours to rest on his plastron, and now you both look up at the sky where gray clouds fly by ever so slowly upon the navy blue landscape, illuminated by a full moon. The two of you basked in its gentle glow. Silence wrapped its arms around you both, allowing the beeps and distant shouts of the below New York world to supply ambiance.
“ So, do you think Mikey’s found our mess? “
“ Think? “
Leo tilted his head to you, confident in his next response,
“ I wouldn’t be surprised to see him swinging over from right over there. “
His finger pointed at the rooftop across from the one you laid on. A snort escaped you at the image of an angry Mikey booking it towards you both.
But, for now there was no angry brother in the distance hunting you down—well, that you knew of at least, so you settled for snuggling closer against his shoulder with a little tremble (which went unnoticed, as his arms hugged you tightly for a second then loosened, his hand moving to rub your arm fast enough to generate some heat!)
Once more, silence blanketed you both as a game of “ I spy ” and “ What Shape is the Cloud ” ensued.
Said silence was broken as y’all pointed up and screamed,
“ THAT CLOUD LOOKS LIKE JUPITER JIM?! ”
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ju1cyfru1t · 6 months
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stars ☆
Rise! Mikey x Reader
rottmnt x reader
fluff! :D, scars, reader has scars (not specific what kind), Mikey being the best ever, gn reader, romantic or platonic
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you drew stars☆
around my scars ☆
You and Mikey were laying on the floor of his room coloring together with some new paint pens he had bought. (Online, of course.)
Mikey was babbling about something before stopping in his tracks and staring at your arm with a tilted head, “What are those?” His tone was curious, but held some concern.
You furrowed your brows at him before meeting where he was staring. “Oh…Sorry, haha. Just some scars, but they’re old so don’t worry.” You laughed awkwardly, “I-..I can cover them if it’s making you uncomfortable.”
“No! No, it’s perfectly fine.” Mikey ran a finger over the healed marks on your arm, “I think they’re pretty.”
You looked up at him, taken aback. “You do?”
“Mhm!” He met your gaze with a wide, cheesy smile. “But you know what would make them prettier?”
You watched him shake up the orange paint pen, popping the cap off. Mikey took his time and gently drew little stars on your arm over the scars and marks, sticking out his tongue slightly in concentration. “There!”
You admired his work for a moment, looking back up at him. “You’re right, that is prettier. Thanks, Mikey.”
“No prob! Anyways, what was I talking about?”
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How about Splinter going into "Dad Mode" when he heard about his sons's crush? Giving advices, hinting at s/o how GREAT they look together... Telling his sons about the bounduries and the trees and bees (and NOT to do It). You know, Dad Mode,😁
I love this prompt, but admittedly I had a hard time coming up with enough material for each turtle :( so unfortunately these are quite short, I do genuinely enjoy writing Splinter shenanigans tho lol
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Warnings: (very vague) reference to sex/the "Sex Talk", cussing
( Romantic ) Rise ! Turtles x Gender Neutral Reader + Familial Splinter & Reader
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Dad Mode
Splinter was never a.. subtle rat. If something needed said he said it.
Which is why it was so weird when he started giving you vague compliments and even vaguer comments on your dating life.
You had mentioned offhand that you were single, and instantly Splinter was rushing into the room, which was odd by itself.
He stood next to you with a sinister grin, "You're single? No partner to speak of?"
You blinked, confused and a bit concerned by his line of questioning, "Uhm.. yeah?"
"Perfect." He stated, before walking slowly out of the room, a satisfied look on his face.
You and the others watched him curiously, all confused by his behavior.
All but one turtle, who stood at the back of the group, sweating bullets as he realized he had been found out.
- Raph -
From that day forward Raph did his absolute best to keep Splinter in the dark about you coming over.
But of course, that backfired quickly, as you insisted on loudly announcing your presence as soon as you entered the lair.
Splinter hardly ever left you alone, constantly making offhand comments about how red went with your outfit
(But more often than not Donnie would come stomping into the room, scolding Splinter for even suggesting that red went with charcoal grey, what was he thinking?!)
And he about died when Splinter called him into the projector room to give him "The Talk"
His embarrassment stink could be smelled throughout the lair for weeks afterwards
- Donnie -
Donnie did everything he could to keep you away from the lair entirely, simply to avoid you speaking with Splinter
He'd make up (very bad) excuses left and right, sometimes going as far as to literally drag you away from the lair
Of course Leo found this hilarious, and often tried to coax you into coming into the lair when Donnie wasnt with you, whether that be for food or for a gift, and much to Donnie's displeasure, it worked fairly often
One specific instance of this, was when you had been invited over for pizza and movie night by Leo.
You had happily waltzed into the projector room, pizza slice in hand, as Donnie sat stiff as a board next to Splinter.
He kept giving his father quick glances, trying to figure out his master plan.
Unbeknownst to Donnie, Splinter had already known about your arrival an hour earlier, and had left a particular handbook on Donnie's lab desk before you arrived.
Needless to say when he found "Flirting For The Obnoxiously Dense" on his desk, he certainly doubled his efforts in keeping you out and away
- Leo -
He was a mess.
He already had a hard time with flirting and romance, but now he's having the worst time of his life
Every time he talks with you, Splinter comes up behind you and starts miming out advice for him
He'll stand there and make kissy faces, pretend to make out with himself, or even just wiggle his eyebrows at Leo.
And once you see the distraught and flustered look on Leo's face, you turn around to see no one there.
So you think he's crazy, Splinter has embarrassed him to no end, and he's too anxious to really explain to you what's going on.
So he just.. grins and bears it
- Mikey -
Mikey wasn't one to get nervous around you, but Splinter reeeeaaally pushed it.
Whenever you and him were sitting together in the lair, Splinter would wander in and supervise.
He didn't say anything, just watched.
You didn't seem to care, but Mikey felt every second of his dad's intense gaze
You'd be talking about some game you rented the day before, and Mikey will just grin and nod along, trying and failing to ignore the heavy stare on his shell.
He watches you both so much he might as well have a bowl of popcorn in his lap.
Sometimes he does.
Mikey doesn't like to think about the implications of that.
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Hi, love your work. What if the reader saw that video of a turtle shaking its butt onto a toothbrush to scratch its shell and bought a big scratchy brush specifically for their turtle bf? It can be any version you like. No pressure obviously
Toothbrush Dance (Crack)
Rise!Michelangelo x reader
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A/N: I’ve seen so many of those video’s, and I love every single one of those. But my favorite has to be the one with the turtle, that dances very happily under dripping water in the shower. Such a cutie😭🧡
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Warnings: None, other than bad jokes😂🧡
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Armed with a comically big toothbrush and a mischievous grin, you made your way through the sewers, heading directly towards the lair hidden deep within. Headed directly towards your mutant turtle boyfriend, who had no idea that you were on your way down to him, and totally unaware of what you had planned for him.
That morning, you had rediscovered a video that you had seen before, a long time before you met your boyfriend and his brothers. It was a video of a normal, non-mutated turtle, that happily was wiggling its but back and forth on the bristles of a toothbrush, held up by a giggling human. And that video gave you an idea. An idea you wanted to try out on your sweet turtle boyfriend, Michelangelo.
And so, you entered the lair, still carrying the large toothbrush, making your way through the large circular room, in the playful hunt for your boyfriend, wherever he might be hiding. And your hunt, along with the giganting toothbrush in your hands, was quickly catching the attention of not only your boyfriend’s father, but his older brothers as well, all of them watching you with questioning looks as you greeted them with a small nod.
“(Y/N), Sweetheart”, Leo said, stopping you in your small hunt. “What- what exactly are you doing?”
“Looking for Mikey”, you answered, looking at him with a shrug, as if it was the most obvious thing.
“I think Leo is wanting to know why you’re carrying a big toothbrush around ”, Raph said, quickly pushed aside by Donatello, who was trying to get a better look at the said toothbrush.
“And where did you get a toothbrush that size?”, Donatello asked, moving it around in your grasp in order to get a better look at it. “Who would even make one of these? Where is the market for this? It makes no sense!”
“That doesn’t matter”, you said, pulling the brush to you in such a rush, that Donnie almost fell. “Where’s Mikey? I’m here with this for him”.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get him”, Leo said, before making his way towards the arcade, calling out for his little brother. "Michael! Your temper of a partner is here!”
“Coming!”, it sounded happily from the arcade, before your orange clad boyfriend came jumping out of the large room, his eyes immediately landing on you, his smile growing even bright as he made his way over to you.
“Hey, babe!”, he said, greeting you with a bright smile that could make you weak in the knees. “I didn’t know you were coming today. Had I known I would have met you at the door - what is that?”
The mischievous smile returned to your face, as you held the toothbrush close to you, taking your stance. A flash of fear washed over Mikey’s face. He knew that expression of your face way too well.
“Have you seen the video of the turtle with the toothbrush?”, you asked, your smile growing brighter.
“N- no”, Mikey said, throwing a nervous look in the direction.
“Well, turn around cutie, and I’ll show you how a turtle does the toothbrush dance”.
“Babe! No!”, Mikey yelled, before jumping into a sprint, with you close on his heels, chasing him around the lair with a giant toothbrush, trying to get close enough so that you brush the bristles against his bottom.
As you continued to chase a screaming Mikey around in circles, his brothers and Master Splinter stood to one side, watching slightly impressed at you being able to keep somewhat up with him.
“Is this what it’s like to be in a relationship?”, Leo asked, as you almost managed to reach your goal.
“Ah, yes”, Splinter sighed, taking in the sight of you finally catching up on your boyfriend, the other turtles looking at their father in shock. “Reminds me of the good old days. Keep this one close, orange! They’re a keeper!”
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cutielights · 6 months
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Hiii!!
I really like your writing, so I'd like to request a Mikey x fem reader that does singing/acting stuff?
Please make sure to take care!!
THANKS LYDS <3
@lyds-loves-rottmnt
Hey guys we’re really close to 100 followers what happened?
Tw: none
Mikey x Singer-Actor reader
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He thinks it’s so cool
Watches all the performances
Even if they’re at inconvenient times for him
You’re an ACTOR??
WHAT?
Just when he thought you couldn’t get more cool
He’ll watch all the rehearsals
He’s not allowed in?
Wdym, yes he is, those cameras were faced towards the walls to start with
“So like, how much money do you make?”
“Michael are you srsly gold digging rn?”
“No I’m not gold digging! It’s for pizza!”
Claps the loudest
Every.
Single.
Time.
“Hey Donnieee can you please-“
“Drive you to ___’s performance?”
“Yeah!”
“No.”
“Aw.”
Brings you snacks for afterwards
Says he’s basically a professional bodyguard
Depending on where we are in the timeline, that can go either way
Karaoke nights
Like a lot
Asks you if you need any honey for your throat
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Rise bro's with a introverted, soft spoken, and sweetheart s/o? Hc's please :)
Coming right up! Sorry if I haven't been posting, I've been very busy lately with marching band competitions and practicing, so, I apologize for the hold up.
ROTTMNT BOYS X SHY! SWEET! Y/N (ALL SEPARATE)
♥️🐢Raph🐢♥️
He absolutely adores you
When he first met you, he thought you didn't like him
But when he realizes you're just an introvert, then he totally understands and respects you
He can understand finding better company with yourself rather than others
He takes his time with you, if you're uncomfortable with touching, he'll limit himself from touching you.
When you two finally date, he is head over HEELS for you
He stutters around you, which is funny cause you stutter around him too, so often times, when you two try to talk, you're both a stuttering mess
When you two walk, you like to hold one of his fingers instead of holding his whole hand, and he melts everytime, he thinks it's so cute cause your hands are so small and he's so big!
He likes to give you quick pecks on the forehead
This turns your both beet red
Very much of a gentleman
Will grab things off of high shelves for you
If he could fit in a coat, he would absolutely let you walk on his coat to not let you step in a puddle
He let's you play with the tail of his bandana, sometimes you like to fiddle with it when you sit next to each other.
When you have bad days, he could listen to you talk all day, and give you advice (or threaten to beat up the person who made you feel unhappy) either way, it's the thought that counts :)
Shows little ways of loving you
Like little letters, little gifts, little acts of service, little touches, whatever you're comfortable with
This man gives ALL OF THE COMPLIMENTS AND PET NAMES
This makes your so flustered, even little things, like him calling you "honey" makes you want to squeel.
If you ever wear red (like the shade on his bandana) he will say how you're matching and compliment you all day
If you're ever in a crowd with people and you feel uncomfortable, he will be there by your side, no matter what. He doesn't like large crowds either, so he's also staying by your side for himself too lol
He wants to cuddle you so bad, but he's scared he'll poke you with his spikes and he's scared he'll crush you with his size
When you two do cuddle, he is anxious, he absolutely loves cuddles and hugs, but he's shaking cause he's scared he's gonna hurt you
You have to reassure him a lot that it's fine and that you can both be careful
He seems to trust you, and hugs you closer to him, it's one of the best cuddles you've ever had.
You really love you're boyfriend
💙🐢Leo🐢💙
When he met you, he assumed you were so mesmerized by how cool he was, that you were nervous, which boosted his ego ten fold
But when he realized you're just like that, sure, he was a bit disappointed that you weren't only shy around him, but, he still found it cool
When you both started dating, he teased you so often
Like he would compliment you just to see your face light up red, he found it adorable
Often times these teasing compliments turn into tickle fights, which often end in him winning
Constantly has an arm around your shoulder or waist, if you ever say you're uncomfortable with it, he'll apologize and immediately back off
Gives many kisses, on the cheek, forehead, lips, neck, shoulders, everywhere, he kinda finds it funny when you squirm out of embarrassment
It took you both a long while to say I love you
He was absolutely estatic when he realized you love his jokes.
He told them more and more often, just to hear your laugh
Constantly gives little pet names
Takes you on many dates on the city roofs
If you ever wore blue (especially the shade on his bandana) he would say all day on how you look good in blue and brag to his brothers
Would definitely watch horror movies with you, even if you're scared of them or not, he just likes to prove his bravery, but often he ends up getting scared and attaching himself to you
Very clingy
Would beat the shit outta someone if they make fun of your shyness
Definitely a cuddler, arms wrapped around you tight, breathing in your scent, and snuggling into the curve of your shoulder.
Definitely a "EXUSE ME, they asked for no pickles!" Kind of boyfriend.
💜🐢Donnie🐢💜
When he first met you, he kind of already assumed you were shy and introverted
He doesn't blame you, often times, he too feels that his own company is more enjoyable than other people
He does however have a harder time understanding the shy part since he is very not shy
When you two date, it's honestly very chill
You two like to scroll through your phones together and show each other funny photos and videos in silence
Since he doesn't like touch all that much, he often doesn't show any PDA, but if you ever asked, he would most likely hold your hand if you wanted him to
Would be a mad scientist with you, showing you his new intentions, laughing maniacally
If you ever felt alone in a crowd and Donnie can't be there, he would absolutely have S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N escort you around, of course he would gripe and complain to him cause he's a teenager, but honestly, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N loves you like a parental figure
Often times you will scratch his head, or compliment him, or tell Donnie not to be so hard on him, so, yeah, he loves you
Would not be afraid to plan someone's murder if they ever made fun of your stutter or the fact that you don't talk much
Will lay his head on your shoulder to fall asleep, because he trusts you enough, and he knows you won't prank him or be loud (unlike his brothers)
You could listen to him rant all day
He enjoys your company and how you aren't as nosey as his brothers
Sends you images of things that remind him of you as a sign that he loves you
If you ever wear his color, he goes on about how purple is the more fashionable color and brag to everyone that him and his lover are matching with style
Would break dance with you, even if you can't dance, he enjoys trying to dance with you
If you ever gave him a compliment or praise, even tho you aren't a parent aged adult, he absolutely melts, he really needs that reassurance
🧡🐢Mikey🐢🧡
When he met you, he thought you didn't wanna talk to him
But eventually he realized that you just don't talk much, and that's ok! He can make up for the talking by talking even more!
When you two are dating, there is never a dull moment
Even though mostly you are quiet, he enjoys trying over and over to make you laugh or get back at him with a joke
Constantly playing games and holding your hands!
Would go Doctor Delicate Touch on someone's ass if they ever made fun of your stutter or the fact you don't talk much
Would love to paint in silence next to you, breaking the silence every so often to make a fun comment
Would watch YouTube series with you for fun
Has 100% painted you before (with your consent)
You both share a braincell, and most of the time, you get the turn with the braincell
He literally explodes if you ever kiss his cheek
If you ever wear his color, he will be telling everyone he's ever known that him and you are matching
Let's you lay on top of him while you play on your phone
Stares at you all the time taking in your good looks
Tickle master, constantly tickles you when you least expect it
You both have drawn on each other's faces as pranks or jokes
Constant giggle fest
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↬ MICHELANGELO WITH AN ARTSY BEST FRIEND.
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rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles.
request: ❝ platonic gender neutral reader + mikey being artist besties?? they draw or paint or whatever together mayhaps??? tysm in advance if you end up doing this ^-^ ❞ — anonymous.
warnings: none. platonic relationships.
characters: michelangelo.
writers note: this actually sounds so cute! I love this boy, so I got you, hopefully this came out like you wanted. I’m sorry for getting to your request late.
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✶ michelangelo is delighted, he’s happy to have someone who he can get artsy and messy with, especially in paint, he loves that.. he’s capable of having fun and help each other paint, not only that and if you’re comfortable with. you both can show and compliment each others project, and give an explanation of said project.
✶ mikey will never judge you, whatever it may look like he’ll either compliment you or give you advice to help you progress as you go, it never rude, he’s supportive and helpful.
✶ during painting sessions, it definitely gets messy — really messy, he’ll likely whip paint on you, it could either be your clothes, face.. he’s likely to accidentally to put some into your hair.. however the hell that happens, he just use that opportunity to make a mess and become a competitive.
✶ speaking of competitive, he’s very competitive (not as bad as leo). he loves the challenge and raph is the judge who has the better drawing or something, but it always leads to both of you winning.
✶ if you made him something, he definitely hangs it up in his room or put it somewhere in his room, doesn’t allow anyone to touch it, just look. like as if its an art museum. whatever it looks like, he’s treating it like you painted mona lisa.
✶ he will definitely be your model, he would love to be something for your inspiration, you’ll get him all giddy and shit. it could be a sketch or a painting, he doesn’t care, he’s just happy that you wanted him to your model, but I don’t think he could stand or sit still long enough.
✶ he looks like the type to finger paint, it’s simple, yet it’s fun when it’s with you.
✶ he’s definitely painted you before and gave it to you as a gift, he was so happy when you said you loved it and had it in your room.
✶ he loves to challenge you, he’ll find a character and have you draw it. it could be in your style or the cartoon style. he’ll do it too, just because it’s fun and he wanted to see who could do it better.
✶ michelangelo wants to see everything you drawn or painted. he even wants to see your old sketche books for when you were like ten. he will show you his too, I think he’ll get a bit embarrassed by it.. because you know, it’s ugly (as an artist would say.)
✶ everything aside, this kid loves everything you make, it could be painted or drawn and loves having fun painting with you. he has places other than the lair to paint or sketch. you both have a secret hideout to do all those things.
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end - I feel like I’m missing something but I don’t know what, it’ll come to me.. boy I’m shleepy.
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talesfromlissom · 1 year
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ROTTMNT Sleeping Headcanons
Fandom: ROTTMNT
Rating: E
Characters: Turtle bros + April
TW: none, just fluff :) 
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Request: [ Anon ] Hey!!!! I really liked your sleeping hcs for OW, can you maybe make some for the ROTMNT boys (+ April) too? Thank you! 
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Michelangelo 
 » His room is an absolute disaster. You have no idea where his bed actually is. Tbh, it's funny at first. But then it gets annoying because you have no idea where the bed is. 
» He ends up cleaning (more like shoving his stuff to other parts of the room. Or flat out in the hallway.) his room, and you find his bed to be rather comfy. Sure, there’s all kinds of stuff stored in the pillow cases and underneath the sheets but its nice. 
 » His bedsheets are a alot of different patterns, almost stitched together from scraps of fabric from all sorts of places 
 » Regardless, his bed is really nice. His room is rather warm, so you don’t really need alot of blankets. 
 » Most of the time, Mikey sleeps in his shell, or halfway in his shell. He says it's comfier this way, but he only really does it when he sleeps alone. When he’s with you, he typically engulfs himself in a blanket or by your body. He likes to hide for whatever reason. But he’s also pretty warm so it's not like you mind too much
 » He just moves a lot in his sleep. 
Donatello
 » If this man does sleep, he sleeps hard. Not a damn thing will wake him up, its almost ridiculous 
 » He doesn’t sleep with his battle shell on, thankfully. So there’s a shit ton of soft blankets and pillows. And when I mean soft, I mean soft. 
 » The only kind of blanket/sheets on his bed are the super soft kind too. He hates regular fabric sheets, so anything fleece, or silk is great. 
 » All of his sheets are black. He has a few super fluffy blankets that are purple, but otherwise? Everything is black. Its mainly to hide any small stains. 
 » You have to clean his sheets fairly often regardless. He’ll be working on a project for hours on end, and will forget to wash his hands or other parts of his body before just…crashing. So there’s sometimes oil and stuff on the sheets. 
 » It annoys him but he always forgets to wash himself before going to bed
 » You two are always sharing a blanket when you go to sleep. But when you wake up the next morning, he’s wrapped in a cocoon in all the blankets. And no. he will not give you another one. And no, you cannot cuddle up with him again, either. (He’ll end up rolling over and cuddling up with you in his sleep though. Don’t worry.)
Leonardo
 »  This man’s bed is so comfy it's not even funny. Like wth??? Sure, he has a tone of trophies in the room that often fall from the shelves. And the space itself is relatively small. But it also smells??? Really nice??? Like those colognes, you’d find a Sephora nice. 
 » His room doesn’t even have any fancy sheets or big pillows. The mattress is just really soft. 
 » This boy is a cuddle bug. He can and will be the big spoon (he’s the little spoon. Don’t say anything though.), and you’ll both be wrapped in the blankets. He’ll be clinging onto you for dear life, and don’t even think about moving cause he’ll wake up and start complaining about not being close enough
 » The only issue? He talks in his sleep. And its typically really stupid stuff too. He also??? Makes jokes in his sleep??? And laughs at them??? 
 » He falls asleep incredibly easily, but he’s the second lightest sleeper in the lair. So any mildly loud noises (microwave going off, phone notification, etc) wakes him up. Thankfully, he goes right back to sleep. And if he can’t he’ll wake you up cause he’ll get bored. 
Raphael
 » If you thought Leo was bad, Raph is a whole different story. You are going to be absolutely engulfed by this man its not even funny. He also wakes up at every tiny noise. So be prepared to wake up and not see him there. He’ll come back after checking out whatever he heard, though. 
 » His bed is super messed up. There’s holes in the mattress, and because he always rips his sheets. So he doesn’t bother putting any on anymore. But the onesie he wears is super soft. Almost like a blanket (which he can’t use those either, cause it’ll rip) 
 » The thing with his bed however, is the plushies. There are so many plushies. And yes, he named all of them. Yes there are twenty. Yes he remembers the names of all of them. Yes, he has elaborate backstories for every single one. And finally, yes. He will cover their eyes if you two kiss. Even if its a light peck on the cheek. 
 » His bed is on the floor. He doesn’t have a frame (he broke his and just hasn’t bought a new one), but regardless, its still nice. 
 » Just like Leo however, you start the night by being wrapped in his arms, and ends the night with him being wrapped in yours. 
 » He also lights incense before going to sleep.  So his room always has a faint smell of incense and smoke. 
April 
 » Like Donnie, this girl crashes hard. Hard asf. 
 » Her bed is pretty average. The right about of pillows and such. The only thing is that she has a ton of decorative pillows, so you aren’t sure which one is an actual sleeping pillow. And which one isn’t. And she buys those things like there’s no tomorrow. 
 » She’s really nice to sleep with though. Sometimes she mumbles. Sometimes she moves. But regardless of the position she always has some sort of limb on you. You’re warm. She likes that. 
 » Her bed is right by the window too, so she leaves the curtains open sometimes when she sleeps. She likes to look at the stars. Mainly so you and her can make up dumb stories about said stars. Her favorite is the constellation of Kicaan. 
 » One of the biggest things, however, is that she reorganizes her room often. Her mother is usually away on business trips, and her father works the night shift. So when she gets bored, she just…rearranges everything? So sleeping with her usually means waking up to a screwdriver or some other tool at your feet. 
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chaoticspeedrun · 1 year
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Hello! Can I plz ask for the ROTTMNT brothers (separately) react to their s/o being cute and innocent? Like they love watching animated movies, become a blushing mess if there's a kissing scene or in real life, love to draw, cook/bake and dance, and are curious about everything. Oh, and they don't understand dirty jokes and if someone curses they put a hand over their mouth and look flabbergasted.
It's okay if no tho! :)
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Shy S/O headcanons
AN: Anon's request and @b1u3butt3rf1yanim3cart00ngirl22 's were pretty similar so I am answering both of them together! This was pretty sweet!
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Pairing: Rise! Turtles x GN! Reader (separate)
Type: Headcanons
Summary: What the turtles are like with their shy significant other
Warnings: None
MASTERLIST
Raphael
•You know about cute aggression? He constantly feels that way about you, he thinks you are the sweetest person in the entire world and just wants to hug you so tight! He is careful about his strength though so he won’t, in fact he is so careful with you someone would think you are made of glass, he just can’t help it, the thing he wishes for the most is protecting you.
•He’d lay off if you ask him to, but he has a hard time with it just as he does with Mikey when he wants to go off by himself up top.
•He likes spending time with you while you do your own thing, you’ll be drawing and he’d be making a new sweater for you, proud of your blush once you receive it and start wearing it everywhere.
•Whenever he hears someone curse with you nearby he sends them a murderous look while quickly covering your ears, as if you hadn’t already heard everything, Leo is the most frequent offender and he’s received Raph’s rage for it.
•Sometimes seeing you so flustered flusters HIM, so suddenly you are both just a red mess of stutters and giggles.
•He is always following you around when you’re at the lair, is like you have a big bodyguard with you and it’s nice whenever you need help with something because instead of nervously asking Raph can already guess what you need and instinctively does it for you.
Leonardo
•It made him giddy; you were honestly just so adorable and he wouldn’t stop himself from pinching your cheeks.
•You’d be blushing hard because of a romantic scene in the movie you were both watching, spluttering after he teased you about it and trying to explain, he would be so enamored with your adorableness that he is completely unable of stopping himself, even if he wanted to, from pinching your cheeks and cooing at you, pulling them side to side while you whined, only making him pinch more excitedly.
•He adores watching movies with you, sure, he is more of a sci-fi guy than Disney but any chance to see you so excited as you are while watching animated movies he’ll take.
•He also LOVES singing the songs, he knows all of them and motivates you to do so too, most of the time you are too nervous and shy to sing with him, but Leo is nothing if not persistent, and when he manages to get you to sing it feels like he won a prize.
•He curses, not constantly but Leo can say fuck and when he does your gasp is LOUD, you cover his mouth immediately out of reflex whispering stuttered apologies to the other party depending on the situation or asking him why he’d say that
•I honestly think that would only motivate him to curse more often in front of you, just because he thinks your reaction is so cute and he wants to tease you about it.
•He thinks you give the best hugs, and he’s clingy, so he’s always all over you when you’re around, it makes you blush hard, but the warmth only makes him hold you tighter.
•When he does this in front of other people you squeak and hide your embarrassed face on his plastron, it makes him so happy he tries hugging you in front of other people to get that reaction from you.
Donatello
•His bad boy persona has an on and off switch that changes quickly around you, one moment he is being the smoothest guy ever and the next, once you are blushing and spluttering with your face on your hands from all his lines and attention his switch turns off and he is swooning and cooing at you happily, stimming all around as he observes your reaction with the happiest of expressions.
•You are so curious about what he does, from the most simple of things to his most consuming projects and he relishes the attention, give him more attention, give him all of your attention, he won’t show it but he craves it from you.
•One time you were cooking in their kitchen and he walked in to ask if you needed anything but stopped short as he realized you were dancing in place to a song playing from your phone speakers.
•After a moment of watching you he swooped in and suddenly your hand was on his and his hand around your waist as he smoothly pulled you into a nice foxtrot around the kitchen, your face was as red as a tomato as he guided you, but you relaxed after a couple of songs, still shy but encouraged by your love of dancing and his adoring eyes.
•Once he realized how much you liked dancing he started pulling you into those situations more often, always waiting for an excuse to dance with you.
•He usually looks so confident during those moments but honestly he is just so excited to have you in his arms and realize that you, his sweet innocent beloved are right there, sharing all of who you are with him only.
Michelangelo
•You share so many things, so many likes, it makes him so giddy, you have no idea how much.
•He tries to do everything with you whenever possible, cooking, and painting, but when you’re not around you are constantly in his mind.
•Whenever he is cooking he asks you for your opinion on what he is making or pulls you excitedly to the kitchen with him when he finds a new recipe so you can both try it together.
•You are his taste tester, and he takes all of your recommendations to heart, unconsciously considering your taste whenever he makes something.
•And whenever you are the one who cooks for him he is over the moon, so happy to taste your cooking, so happy you made something thinking of him.
•Drawing is just like that, you both like spending time together in quiet just drawing your own thing and sharing with each other your process or ideas, he is your biggest fan.
•I think Mikey loves animated movies just as much as you do and sometimes he recites the lines of the lead romance to you so he can relish in the way you blush and cover yourself with the blanket whenever he does, you don’t know how to react whenever he says such things and looks at you so adoringly, genuinely meaning his words with a blush dusting his cheeks.
•Whenever Dr. delicate touch has to make a presence he softly pulls you out of the room and gives you something to cover your ears “Just a second darling, I’ll be real quick! Don’t uncover your ears no cheating!”
•You can sort of hear his yelling from the other room but usually can’t make out what he says, he returns to find you following his instructions with a huge grin like nothing happened.
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bingobongocheerio · 2 years
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Raph: FOUR MONTHS!
Mikey: What's he talking about?
Y/N: It's really not that big of a deal.
Raph: YOU STOOD BY AND WATCHED ME WATER A FAKE PLANT FOR FOUR MONTHS!
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My Cosmos is Mine
Request: Hello! Are you still doing ROTTMNT requests? If you are can you please do jealous headcanons for the turtles or mud dogs? Or both? I really like your style and stories btw ♡  
A/N: My god, I finally watched the movie after a year of it being out. I blame college & work. We do a little trolling ♡ Turtles in this one!
Includes: Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo
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Leonardo
7/10 at worst, 2/10 at best.
Leo is… complicated. He’s not possessive by any means, and he trusts you a lot! But he lives to be in the spotlight (ESPECIALLY when it comes to you). So when your attention is taken away from him, he gets a bit huffy. Like come on babe, they can’t be that funny.
But usually, that’s as far as it goes. He’ll usually just come up and throw an arm around your shoulders, make a few goofy, Leo-esque quips here and there. He’s a pretty friendly guy, and he’s honestly more likely to make friends with the other person… so long as they’re not crossing any boundaries.
But when someone’s actively hitting on you? That’s when he gets jealous. He doesn’t like to talk about it often, but he’s really insecure. I mean, that’s why he acts the way he does all the time: He doesn’t want to be forgotten, doesn’t want to be seen as useless, or incompetent. There’s a quiet part of him that thinks you deserve better, and that it's only a matter of time before you realize it. That voice gets damn-near deafening in moments like these. (Nevermind the whole mutant thing. What he wouldn’t give to take you out to your favorite restaurant top-side, or bask in the sunshine with you, or meet your friends-)
So yeah, people hitting on you freaks him the hell out. He tries not to show it, so instead he kicks up the PDA to 11.
Arm around the shoulders, obnoxious kisses to the cheek, etc. He tries to play it off nonchalantly, while still showing off that hey, you’re spoken for.
“Hey baby, been looking for you everywhere. So, what’re we talking about?”
Please kiss him later and talk it out. He trusts you so much, but he’s terrified that someday he’s not going to be enough anymore. A little bit of reassurance goes a long way though, and he’ll be back to his goofy self almost immediately afterwards.
(Jealousy with his brothers is different, but only by a little bit. That’s when he decides to show off his physical prowess and such, and dials the PDA up to a casual 14. The PDA dial is broken off the damn station, with him. He doesn’t hold any hard feelings over this regardless, he just likes to show off that you’re his. Dork.)
 Raphael
3/10
Raphael is big on communication, and he trusts you immeasurably. It’s honestly really hard to make him jealous! I mean, you’re the greatest person he’s ever met — it’s only natural that other people wanna be around you too, you know?
Although, it doesn’t help that he doesn’t always pick up on when people are actually hitting on you. He wants to believe in the best in people, and sometimes he doesn’t pick up on when people are being just a little too friendly.
But if someone points it out, or if you seem uncomfortable? Raph has entered Protective Boyfriend Mode.
If someone is making you uncomfortable… he knows he’s big, and he’s not above squaring his shoulders back a bit in a silent, knock-it-the-fuck-off threat. If they keep pushing boundaries, he’s not afraid to make a scene.
Now if they’re just flirting? There’s a very quiet voice of insecurity in the back of his mind (Raph hates being alone, after all), but he pushes it down in order to hang out near you, and hold your hand. He trusts you to shut down the advances yourself, but if you don’t feel comfortable with speaking up, he’s pretty okay at finding an exit for the situation.
By which I mean, stumbling over his words, screaming, or hustling out of there. Sometimes all at once.  
He’s not very subtle, unfortunately.
Any insecurities he’s got can be soothed over with a bit of love and communication, but in all honesty, it’s rarely ever a problem for you two.
(Jealousy with his brothers is different. Again, it’s a rare occurrence, but when it happens he gets very whiny. The couch, and your ribcage, have been crushed by a whining snapping turtle. RIP.)
 Donatello
8/10
Jealousy central. He would rather die than admit it, but he is the most insecure member of the family. He’s confident, sure, but that can come crashing down at the drop of a hat. He craves praise, and he always feels like he has to earn his keep, in a sense. If he isn’t the best, then he’s nothing. You’re one of the few people that indulge him in his interests fully, and see him as he is. And he can never express just how much he values that!
When someone else captures your attention, he’s pretty blaise about it. He’s confident, maybe to the point of not really caring about said person. Like okay, they’re kind of bland, but whatever. Nowhere near as cool as him, uh huh. Good on you for taking the time out of your day to entertain the masses, my love. The peons need to keep up hope, I suppose.
But when someone’s actually flirting with you? Oh, oh boy.
He’s not big on PDA. He just isn’t. But he’ll make an exception, loosely intertwining your fingers with his. It isn’t much to outsiders, but it's huge for him.
Usually, it ends there. But if it doesn’t?
He gets pouty, and passive aggressive. Not necessarily towards you, but sometimes that bleeds through a bit without him realizing it. Loudly typing on his phone until the other person gets the hint, rolling his eyes, the verbal scoff, etc.
If he’s really jealous, he’s not above removing the two of you from the situation entirely. Something about a project that really needs to be finished — the fate of New York depends on it!
He’s still a bit pouty when you get home, but he’ll deny any feelings of jealousy vehemently. Kiss along his shoulders, offer to play his guilty-pleasure game with him, and dedicate the night to him. When it gets late in the night, and the two of you are wrapped up in each other, he might confide in you that he’s just afraid that someday you’ll realize you don’t need him anymore. In hushed whispers, he’ll bear his heart to you. Listen to him, give him all the praise he’s been deprived of his whole life, and tell him that you love him.
He won’t mention it in the morning, but make no mistake — he’ll carry that memory with him until the sun burns out.
(Jealousy with his brothers is a completely different story. He is so above them in his mind that its hardly even worth the energy, but he’s not above a little showboating. Oh, who is he kidding? He loves showing off. And he’ll take any excuse to hit Leo over the head with his staff.)
 Michelangelo
1/10
Michelangelo, despite the occasional homicidal tendencies, is a very social guy. He really only gets jealous if you’re laughing with someone else — not because you’re not allowed to, but because he likes being the one to make you laugh.
He doesn’t take it too personally, though. Hell, 9 times out of 10 he ends up making friends with the other person!
On the rare occasion he actually starts feeling some genuine jealousy, it’s all smoothed over by communication later on. He might get a bit pouty in the moment, but once its all over, he’s got a powerpoint presentation loaded on how it made him feel, why he felt that way, etc. Communication is everything, baby.
(Jealousy with his brothers, though? He turns into a total brat. Flopping at your feet, whining, etc. There’s very little genuine emotion in it though, he just does it to get a laugh out of you.)
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marwhoa · 8 months
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request: Musician Reader who has a concert in some soon time (maybe in a month or even could be less than a month)
And is stressed about it because not only the concert is coming near and it feels like every practice time, something would go wrong (maybe keep messing up part of the piece or feels like they dont have enough time?) Especially since the concert is the reader's and (insert turtle's) anniversary and didnt want to mess things up (also to make it more special reader composed a song for the anniv!) But at the end reader managed and played it in the concert as (insert turtle) watch them play the song! (Ofc hidden because ya know.. mutant whole situation lol)
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🝮 “ mikey & the rose burns ”
rise!mikey x rockstar!g/n
author’s note: i totally wasn’t listening to “pov: you’re at a concert” YouTube playlists, just in case you were wondering? while i was editing the format to post this, the font size suddenly became large asf so i hope this posts normal 💀 (help me)
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As your hands fiddled with your guitar’s tuning heads, the nervous buzz coursing through your very soul could hardly be brushed aside. There was a performance quickly approaching, and the stakes were higher than ever. It was your first gig in a much bigger stage, which meant this was going to pull an even bigger audience than any shoddy underground basement bar could ever draw in.
Not only that, but this concert had sunk its teeth straight into you and your boyfriend’s anniversary date.
So, to say that you were a tad bit stressed by the heat set for this show? Well, now that would be a gross under-statement.
“ Damn it, try it again, Y/N, you missed your cue, scatterbrain! “
“ Ah, sorry Missy. “
You winced at your drummist’s outburst, tuning back into the present training session. There was only a few weeks left until this performance, and you needed to get it squared away. Missy huffed, ticking away on the drums as she cocked her head towards the band’s bassist, Jonah. You three were a ragtag crew, brought together by your producer after he felt you all would sound better together, rather than separate.
Fortunately for them, your vocals and lyricism skills were top notch, and being a lead guitarist who could sing? Well, that was just the common assumption, so it’s a good thing you nail both tasks, right?
Or well, you did. Until these mock sessions.
Each practice brought with it a set of problems, be it the strings of Jonah’s bass snapping last week, or Missy’s drumming being off key the first week, something had gone wrong. Now it was your turn, with poor timing and absentminded moments, it couldn’t have been a worse cocktail of trouble to give you cold feet.
“ Hey guys, I brought—whoa! You guys look horrible! Break time? “
The best part of it all was your adoring boyfriend dropping in on practice for whatever reasons he had in mind. Jonah and Missy were down-to-earth enough that Mikey’s… “ appearance ” was just another Tuesday to them, especially when he brought his amazing home cooked meals by.
“ Whoa Mikey, is that a pork risotto!? Haven’t you been spending months to perfect this? ”
Jonah collapsed at the table, inhaling the delicious aroma deeply as Missy sat just as roughly, practically salivating.
“ Jeez, Y/N, I’m so jealous that you get to experience culinary genius whenever you want! ”
“ What? No way, he’s my boyfriend, not my chef. I cook for myself a lot! “
Puffing out your chest, you feigned a playful air of “ insulted beyond belief!” and happily dug in to the bowl Mikey placed in front of you. He placed a kiss on your forehead before turning his gaze to everyone’s instruments.
“ Is practice running any smoother, guys? ”
He asked, jumping back a bit as he turned around to see everyone’s dulled spirits.
“ Ah man, Mikey, it’s… Well, it’s going, I guess. “
You sighed out, chomping a bite of the more-than-delightful array expanding out in your mouth. Flavors bounded across your tongue in an all-too-inspiring fashion. This happened to be just the light to ignite in your chest to get through this practice.
The night carried on with higher spirits, as it started to finally turn up. Mikey lingered, taking on the role of “ Personal Hype Man ”, which served to be just the buzz you all needed to wipe away some of the stress of the night.
Although, there was one song you all were keeping hidden from Mikey. It was going to be the “ bang! ” of the concert, a group-written song filled with everyone’s emotions. Consider it a thank-you letter, addressed to Mikey personally—with a teensy love letter tucked in, a solo verse written by your heart alone. Since the performance clouded any chance of a sweet anniversary date, your bandmates got the bright idea to make the concert the date! And they both had more than enough thanks to give to your boyfriend to begin with.
I mean, he boosted morale so much more than y’all’s shifty producer, from his warm meals to the refreshments all the way up to the hype man parts. If it weren’t for him, there may have been a longer road of fear and stress leading up to this gig.
So, you all grit your teeth and powered through mistakes, each trying to make your next practice better than the last. Each replay of the lyrics, strings, and the music left the band invigorated, hardly able to sleep at night, and much too excited for the upcoming night.
With all that preparation, the only thing buzzing through each of y’all as the room stirred with anticipation was straight, pure, and raw confidence.
“ Thank you for coming tonight—let me hear y’all give a great big yell for the Rose Burns! “
You leaned back from the mic, grinning wildly as your eyes cascaded across the sea of fans screaming out for y’all to play. One deep breath later and you all set off, playing through song to song. Under the stage lights, beads of sweat rolled down your head, but there wasn’t a care in the world as you all carried each lyric and note through with perfection. The fear chilling each practice was no where to be seen, and no mistakes sunk their teeth into any verse.
Heavy boots stomped to the beats, both on stage and from the fans before you. Lyrics slid from you and your mates’ lips like venom, bitter yet irresistible, and the music was enough to make even the shyest listener hear tonight jump and scream.
Cries from the crowd—some singing along, others cheering and dancing—pumped the band even further. As everything snowballed even bigger, your eyes finally landed upon the one you loved the most, up along the ceiling, perched along the building’s iron beams. Mikey could be seen bouncing along to each song as if he himself had written them. As a fan from one of your first solo gigs, you may have been insulted if he didn’t know every word. Well, to all but one of your songs. This one was a surprise.
“ This next song will be the last for the night, and is dedicated to a special someone in the crowd today. ”
You winked, watching the audience exchange glances as if looking for the special someone they’d never find. Pick in hand, you shook off the nervous jitters, exchanged glances with your mates, and yelled out a big “ let’s go ! “
Music filled the room, vibrating the floors, chairs, reverberating through the soles of the moving crowd. Not a single person was still nor quiet, as the room filled with the experience of loud, shared energy. This was an experience to go down in your memory, and you hoped that it would become a song that Mikey put on repeat.
Energy surged through the song, enlivening the room as Mikey regularly did. Notes bounding around the area’s walls with the very same fire he did everything with. Warmth filled the room, embodying those delicious moments at the table, and the crescendos of the music had everyone on their tippy-toes as it spilled into your solo.
Your voice wavered, standing strong as it was left to its self. Jonah and Missy’s instruments paled in the presence of your words, all spearing Mikey perfectly through the heart. Its message blanketed the audience, yet lovingly suffocated its receiver, straight until the last note. The words roared and filled the air, captivating with a tinge of longing that pushed you further.
The song’s end was one so impactful and subtle that the cheers and applause skipped for a second until roars bombarded the stage. Everyone poured their soul into tonight, and the energy of the crowd was evidence enough of its success.
“ Good night, New York! ”
All three of y’all beamed into your mics, laughing at some of the random remarks thrown from the audience. As the curtains drew, you caught sight of an orange blur that surely would meet you backstage.
First to the back, you were met by affectionate hands scooping you up into a tight embrace. Your back met the wall, and without warning your boyfriend’s lips met yours.
“ You were—that was, amazing! ”
Out of breath, Mikey’s hands cupped your cheeks roughly as he placed more and more kisses on your face and lips, up until you were both unraveling with laughter.
“ Hey, hey, lovebirds, leave that for your backstage rooms! ”
Missy and Jonah teased, dragging you both away with cacophonous laughter. Tonight had been a hit, and the future would only prove to bring even more packed nights.
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mochiimadness · 1 month
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Not a request, dw, but I saw that horror movie thing and Dannie saying "I've seen that guy" and my first thought was "what if the person in the reader position had a missing loved one and this was how they found each other again" and just...warm fuzzies, you know?
Sort of a continuation of Mikey's part in this!
“Hey, I know them!”
You tore your gaze away from your phone screen to stare at the mutant turtle sitting behind you, eyes as wide as saucers. Mikey’s phone laid abandoned beside him as he leaned forward to peek over your shoulder at the news article you’d been reading, legs neatly crossed. You hadn’t even noticed him reading off of your screen, too tunnel visioned to feel his presence get closer. He blinked, eyes large and innocent as he smiled sweetly at you, not at all embarrassed at having been caught red handed.
His smile quickly vanished, however, when he noticed your hardened expression. He frowned, straightening up as he took in your tense form.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, growing concern evident in his eyes.
His question snapped you out of your frozen state, and you lurched towards him; shoving the hand holding your phone closer to his face, twisting awkwardly to do so. He flinched back slightly, eyes darting briefly to your phone screen as his brow ridge furrowed in confusion.
“You know them?” You pried, the electrifying burn of anxiety beginning to surge through your veins. It filled your mind with desperate hope of finding them and stole your breath from your lungs, loudly demanding answers with every passing millisecond.
Mikey was quick to answer, perhaps sensing the urgency behind your question. “Yeah- I met them the other day, they needed some help dealing with some silverfish." He answered, voice tinged with confusion. His hand reached out carefully to meet your own and, with the gentleness of holding a baby quail, pressed down to lower your phone away from his face.
"Where are they?" You pressed, allowing him to move your hand as your eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Mikey did not hesitate to answer you again.
"They're down in the hidden city, we helped them get set up in their own place." He said, before frowning at the crestfallen look you gave him. You finally moved back and away from his personal bubble, clutching your phone in both hands.
You gazed down at your phone screen as you inhaled deeply, feeling an all too familiar sting in your throat. "...They moved?" You questioned aloud after a moment; voice tinged with the realization that the person you had been looking for all this time had just up and moved to the mystical city- without so much as a word from them. They'd been right below you this entire time- Mikey had even helped them move in!
Why didn't they even bother to contact you?
Michelangelo stared at you for a few moments, giving you time to process his words before reaching out to cup your chin, lifting it up gently to meet your gaze.
"I can take you to them if you want." He offered softly, his hand moving to cup your cheek, gently brushing his thumb across your skin.
You relaxed into his touch, leaning your cheek further into the palm of his hand and studying his gaze.
“Yeah?” You asked.
“Yeah.” He nodded.
You let out a soft breath, reaching out to cup his cheek- mirroring him- and smiling as he relaxed into your palm as well. He smiled back at you with all the lovely brilliance of sunshine and cloud free skies.
“Thanks Mikey.”
He chirped brightly in response before gathering both of your hands in his own, and practically hopping of the bed- pulling you along with him. “What are we waiting for then, let’s go!” He cheered, rushing out of his room and towards the lairs exit.
You let out a laugh at his sudden enthusiasm, quickly matching his pace with the practiced ease of having done so many times.
The thought occurred to you, as Mikey drew the hidden cities entry rune, that you were finally going to be reunited with them again. All this time spent searching, waiting and wondering about their safety- and all your questions and worries, would finally be answered in just a few moments.
The entry portal to the city glowed brilliantly in the shadows of the alley. Mystic energy swirling through the air to reveal the hidden city before you. Mikey reached over and grasped your hand, looking at you.
"Are you ready?"
You could feel your heartbeat against your chest, memories of them flashing before your very eyes as reality finally set in. With a deep breath in to steady yourself, you met Mikey's gaze and nodded decisively.
The ninja turtle shot you a large grin and tugged you through the mystical threshold. This was it-
You were finally going to see them again.
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Hello, I hope you enjoyed this!
I know this wasn't a request, but I couldn't help thinking about this. I do apologize if it was a bit more angst-y instead of wholesome like you had said. I've been going through a difficult time, and I think it may have translated into my writing a bit.
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