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The Turtles walking in on you training..with an interesting playlist

TMNT 2012 x Reader

I’m sorry if this is bad, I’m a little rusty at this 🥹👉👈 Requests are open

GN! Reader

Donatello

• The turtles had left for patrol when you had arrived to spar with Splinter. It was relatively quiet, only the sound of rushing water in the background. Nearly every session with Splinter, the boys were gone.

• “Y/n, I’m glad you made it.” Splinter spoke, standing in the dojo, presumably awaiting for your arrival. You dropped your bag in a corner on the room, giving Splinter a small smile. “Sorry about the wait Splinter, I was enjoying my walk.”

• Splinter gave you a small chuckle in response, knowing how you were. You were rarely late so he had let this slide this time. Not too long ago, you started to spar with music playing. Splinter did not mind, seeing how it had helped your focus.

• With your speaker, you pressed play on your T-Phone that Donatello had given you. It was better than buying your own after all. As soon as the music started to play, you got into position, bowing to your sensei.

• “So If you ain't got no money take yo' broke ass home

G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S”

• Training with Splinter was a challenge, greater than the turtles. Music is was pushed you, pushed your body to learn as they had. With a swift swoop on your leg, Splinter had fallen, laying on his back. Stepping back, you offered a hand to your sensei, to which he gladly took.

• You were shocked. This was the first time you had taken down Splinter. ‘Wow’ you thought. Mikey couldn’t even do that, even by accident. Your efforts had really paid off.

• “We flying the first class

Up in the sky

Poppin' champagne

Livin' my life”

• “You have done well, my child. You have improved greatly over these few months. You may go if you wish.” Splinter complimented. “Thank you sensei, though I wish to train more, if I can.” You replied, a smile ever evident on your face. Getting a compliment from Splinter had meant a lot. You had worked hard to prefect ninjitsu.

• “As you wish Y/n. I will be in my quarters if you need me.” With that, you were alone. Walking over to the punching bag, you threw punches, kicks, anything you knew at the poor thing. The music almost echoing out your grunts and growls.

• What you had failed to noticed was the turtles were back. Specifically, Donatello at the entrance of the dojo, marveling at your skills, as well as interested in your choice of music.

• He enjoyed music, sometimes. He worked better in silence, that’s where you both differed from one another. He didn’t mind though. If it worked for you, it worked for him.

•He stayed silent, watching your every move. He rarely has seen you spar. Yes, you had all trained together, but never one on one time. Everyone knew you liked your privacy and didn’t bother you. Except Mikey on occasion.

• “Donnie! When did you get here?” You half yelled, clutching your chest, scared half to death. The terrapin snapped out of his trance, immediately putting his hand behind his head. “Oh, nothing really. I just came to check everything was okay?” He lied, his green skin carrying a deep blush, his gap tooth smile apparent.

• “So you’re spying on me?” You giggled, walking over to the speaker, turning it off. “I-I…no? I was curious about the music?” The terrapin tried to defend, but couldn’t find any words. It was true he was curious about your music tastes.

•Walking over to your turtle, you kissed his cheek. “You know you can always ask to watch or train with me, ya know.” You stated, giving the turtle a small smile. Donatello was lost in words, a sappy smile on his face. “Definitely.” He replied, his words lovesick.

•Giving Donatello a small pat on his cheek with your bandaged hand, you walked out of the dojo, the terrapin following shortly after, asking you about what you listen to, clinging to your hip. To which resulted in you indulging him in your favorite songs later that night, watching him enjoy them.

Raphael



•Least to say, you were pissed. School had gone terribly and not to mention, you gotten into an argument with a teacher, resulting you getting detention for a few days. It wasn’t even your fault. The teacher had messed up your grade and refused to fix it due to your “attitude”. That asshole.

• Even if your first day of detention started, you skipped, opting to go to the lair instead. It was your safe space and you really needed to let your anger out. When you entered the lair, the brothers had greeted you, but you strutted passed them, not speaking a word, not even bothering with a glance. Your only goal was to get to the dojo.

• “Y/n, babe, what’s wrong?” Raphael tried to reason, trying to catch up with you. Sure, Raphael was a hothead, but he cared for you. It was rare you ignored him and his brothers. “Nothing Raph. Leave me alone.” You spat, getting straight to the point. “Y/n talk to m-” Before Raphael could finish his sentence, the doors to the dojo, you leaving him in the dust.

•”Fine! Be that way!” He huffed, his lips turning into a snarl as he walked back to the living room. Picking up one of his comics, he kept to himself. That was until his brother piped up. “What was that all about Raph? Are they okay?” Leonardo asked, a bit worried. You were like a sibling to him. “Dunno and don’t care right now. They want to be alone then let them.” Raphael replied, annoyance in his tone. With that Leonardo left him alone, going back to watching Space Hero’s.

•You didn’t mean to be an ass. You really hadn’t. Raphael didn’t deserve that and you knew it. You were just so angry and it had got the best of you. Sighing, you turned up your music and bandaged your hands. You’d apologize after you had calmed down.

• “Girl, you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss you

But I can't right now

So, baby, kiss me through the phone”

• With every punch, every grunt, your angry slowly dispersed, your mind going blank. The punching bag had taken many hits, yet, it seemed as if you were making its life a living hell. Throwing a left hook, you realized you had messed up when you made contact with the worn leather. Hissing as you pull your hand back, seeing fresh cuts upon your knuckles. “Damnit.” You muttered.

•A little blood never stopped you, whipping your knuckles against your jeans, going back to throwing punches, maybe a little more careful this time. You had always been a stubborn one. It’s one of the ways you a Raphael had connected. ‘Birds of a feather, flock together’ they say.

•It had been a while since you had been in the dojo, not a word from you, only a faint nose echoing from the room. It started to worry Raphael, something must have really bothered you and you always came to him.

•Putting down his comic, he got up from the couch. “I’m going to check up on Y/n.” He told Michelangelo, walking over to the room, getting a “Good luck bro.” from his brother. Thankfully you didn’t lock the door, so he easily snuck in.

• “Baby, I know that you like me, you my future wifey

Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah

You can be my Bonnie, I can be your Clyde”

• Music filled his ears, earning a smirk from the turtle in red. You wouldn’t suspect it to be his style, but he found it kind of catchy. Leaning on the wall, legs crossed, he decided to finally speak. “So this is what you listen to.” He teased.

• Nearly giving yourself whiplash, you turned to see your boyfriend watching you across the room. Deciding the punching bag needed a rest, you put your hands on your hips, Raphael noticing your bloody hand.

• “Hey it helps me when training, plus it’s a damn classic thank you.” You defended, giving your terrapin a cocky smile. “Classic? Sure babe, whatever you say.” Raphael said, trying to ruffle you up. Pushing himself off the wall, he made his way to you, grabbing your bloodied hand, rubbing it gently with a finger. “Next time, be careful. I don’t want you hurting yourself.” He spoke, kissing each knuckle before letting go of your hand.

• Blushing, you brushed back your hair. “I didn’t mean to, swung a little high and hit the chains. I’m okay I promise Red.” You replied. “And, I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to take my anger out on you. It’s just been a rough day.” You continued.

• “It happens Y/n. Next time, come find me and we can fix it, just hit the bag if ya want.” Raphael suggested, making you feel a little better. “I’d like that Red.”

• “Do you wanna spar with me for a bit? You’re already here.” You suggested, shrugging your shoulders a bit. “Eh why not, I could let off some steam.” Raphael replied, getting into a stance.

• “I’m so beating your ass.” You teased, chuckling as you bent down, tugging at your pants legs a bit. “Oh you wish princess.” The terrapin growled playfully. Narrowing your eyes, you ran towards him, going in for a jab. Dodging, Raphael took the offense side, picking you up and tossing you on the ground, landing on your back.

• “Baby, I been thinking lately so much about you

Everything about you, I like it, I love it

Kissing you in public, thinking nothing of it

Roses by the dozen, talking on the phone”

• With a prideful look, Raphael looked down at you, arms crossed.“Next time, I’m picking the music.” Oh how you wanted to strangle the smugness out of him.

Leonardo

• It was a normal day, for the most part. You opted out of training with the brothers. Wanting to do some alone work. They had understood, they had their private days as well. Walking into the dojo, the brothers were almost done training for the day. Sitting between Donatello and Michelangelo, you greeted them and were caught up on what they were training on. You nodded and looked forward, just in time to see Leonardo lay a finishing blow on Raphael.

•Before anything could escalate, Splinter split up the two turtles. Now dismissed, each turtle left the room. Well, except the turtle in blue. Getting up, you walked towards him. “You did good out there today honey. Maybe go a little easy on Raph sometime.” You giggled, giving your turtle a peck on the cheek.

• “If I did that, he’d be boasting about it for weeks. You know how his ego is Y/n.” Leonardo stated, flashing you a small smile. Shrugging, you took to grabbing your bucket of chalk in the corner of the room. “I know him like the back on my hand Leo, but still. Go easy on him sometimes. He is your brother after all.”

•Earning a chuckle, Leonardo started to walk out of the room. “I’ll think about it. Good luck. If you need me, you know where I am.” With that, he was gone. You rolled your eyes at his response, humoring him. They’d never stop their feud.

• With your hands coated in chalk, music on, you were in your zone. For a human, you were pretty strong, especially since you started training with the turtles and Splinter. They had given you a good workout throughout the years, you earning a good amount of muscle.

• “I got a feeling

That tonight's gonna be a good night

That tonight's gonna be a good night

That tonight's gonna be a good, good night”

• Lifting weighs was no issue, it gave you peace of mind more than anything now. Years ago, this would’ve been a struggle, but now, it was a pastime. Knuckles white from clutching the bar, the weights lift down then up, getting close to your nose before lifting above the resting bars. “seven…eight…nine.” You grunted, starting to work up a small sweat. It had been a minute since you had touched the bench press.

• You didn’t know how long you had been in the dojo, or how much time had passed. All you knew was that your arms had started to ache. Letting the weight bar rest in its rightful place, you got up, deciding to stretch as you took a short break. Humming to the music, you failed to recognize your favorite turtle sitting not too far from you.

• The leader in blue originally came in to tell you dinner was on the table, but the music had caught his attention. He wouldn’t admit it but he had been tapping his foot to the rhythm while watching you work. It really amazed him how far you could push yourself.

• Turning around, arms in air, you looked down and gave out a small scream. “Leo! Come on you know better than to sneak up on me!” You scolded, arms resting at your sides. Lifting his hands, Leonardo stood, “Sorry baby, didn’t mean to scare you. I came in to tell you pizzas here but I got distracted.”

• “Let's paint the town, we'll shut it down

Let's burn the roof, and then we'll do it again

Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, let's do it

And do it, and do it, let's live it up”

• “You could warn someone next time. I could have hit you Leo.” You warned, going to turn off your music, deciding that was enough for the day. “What am I going to do with you?” You asked, nudging his shoulder.

• “Send me a like to your playlist?” He replied, following you to the kitchen, grabbing a slice of pizza. “I’ll think about it big blue.” You giggled, biting into your dinner.

Michelangelo

• “Comeoncomeoncomeon.” You growled, nearly shaking the arcade machine, your terrapin cheering you on. You had been playing Centipede for the past hour and the levels were getting more difficult by the minute. “NO!” You screamed, eyes wide, the screen reading ‘Game Over’. You nearly wanted to cry, you were so close the beating this level but no you just had to mess up.

• “It’s okay angelcakes! I can’t even beat that level. But you were sooo close!” Michelangelo encouraged, shaking your shoulder. “Thanks Mikey. I’ll never get past this level. That stupid bug gets me every time.” Giving the machine a glare, like it would give you a response.

• Feeling something was off, you turned to the fun loving turtle. “Do you know what time it is?” Michelangelo shrugged, looking at his T-Phone. “Three. Why dudette, got somewhere to be?”

• Your eyes widened. You were late to training with Master Splinter. This was not good. “I gotta go! Splinter is waiting for me!” You yelled, running off before the terrapin could say anything. ‘Okay then.’ He thought, turning his attention to the arcade machine. Maybe he could beat the level for you. Maybe

• Racing into the dojo, you huffed out a lung. “Sensei I am so sorry! I didn’t realize what time it was. Me and Mikey were playi-” Without even a glance, Splinter gave his first order. “Ten flips.”

• “What? For being a little late?” You replied, aghast. Glancing at you from over his shoulder, he gave you the look. “Do you want to make it thirty?” He asked, more threatened. You shook your head quickly, doing as was told. He knew how much you hated flips, it was the one thing you were still working on.

• “One sensei…two sensei…” you grunted, trying on the third, yet falling flat on your ass. Sighing, you got up and continued, this time landing the flip. ‘I’m buying a watch’ You thought, legs already aching. “And ten sensei.” You puffed, bending over, trying to suck in as much air as you physically could.

• “Next time do not be late.” Splinter warned, facing towards you. “Now get in position.” As your training went on, you got a little better. Dodging a move or two. Trying to sneak up on Splinter, earned you a kick to the stomach, flying backwards until you hit the tree. Groaning, you slowly got up, the wind knocked out of you.

• With a few words of advice, Splinter has dismissed you, training done for the day. Opting to stay in the dojo, you had turned on your music, waving Splinter a good bye. He was tough, but fair. You knew having him as a sensei was a privilege and you appreciated it. But seriously, fuck those flips.

• “Party in Ipanema, baby!

I want to party

I want to samba

I want to party

I want to samba

I want to party

And live my life”

•Grabbing your chain whip, you slashed at the dummy’s, slashing new rips and tears into the worn leather and fabric. The weapon had been tough to work with. It was a whip after all, not to mention really sharp. But with some practice you had gotten the hang of it and now were a master.

• “Take that! And that! You dummy’s are no match for me!” You growled, lifting your weapon left to right, stuffing tossing in the air, leaving a mess you would clean up later.

• While you were training, Michelangelo had finally beaten the level. Did it take several tries? Yes. Did he look up a cheat code because he got frustrated? He wouldn’t tell. Yet, he was proud he had finally gotten to the next level, he abandoned the game, running for you. Stopping in his tracks, at the doors of the dojo, he could hear music playing. ‘Weird, they don’t do that.’ The turtle thought. Opening the doors, he could get a clear sound.

• “Imma fly, fly just like a bird

(But you are a bird! )

Oh yeah, you're right,

So let me fly just like a rocket, then (okay)

Fly so high where I need to come down for oxygen

Cause once we start it, baby, ain't no ain't no stoppin'”

• “Hey I’m liking this angelcakes!” The terrapin shouted, starting to let his limbs loose, moving with the music, completely forgetting about the game. You glanced over, used to his outbursts. It was Michelangelo after all. You laughed a bit, putting down your weapon. “I can see that Mikey.”

• Deciding to turn the music up, you moved next to your boyfriend, humoring him. You had to let yourself loose once in a while. Bumping your hips into him, you laughed, Mikey giggling with you. No matter how hard training could be, Mikey could always cheer you up. “Can I pick the next song?” “Sure Mikey.”

Could I request for headcanons of TMNT 2014 turtles heard their usually sweet crush GN Reader singing Wolf in A Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off?

Oooh! I remember this song from middle school. Brings back memories. I hope you enjoy! Remember requests are open!!

TMNT Bayverse! Turtles hearing GN! Reader sing to a different type of music

Raphael

• Oh god where do I start. You and Raphael were an unlikely pair to begin with. The terrapin knew there was something more about you other than your sweet nature.

• “Baa baa, black sheep, have you any soul? No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals? Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. Jill's a little whore, and her alibis are dirty tricks.” You sang, a singular earbud in, hearing yourself with your free ear.

• Raphael was a bit surprised, but it had only proved his theory there was more to you then any one knew. “I fucking knew it.” Swiping a thumb over his lower lip, walking over to you. “What’s a pretty thing like you listening to such things like that.” He chuckled, noticing your embarrassment.

• Embarrassed was the least you were, in fact, you were more scared than anything. Your boyfriend scaring the hell out of you. “Raph! God- you scared the crap outta me!” You huffed, crossing your arms, turning to face the turtle. “And uh- you know I can have other interests.”

• Raphael couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the human in front of him, taking the earbud, putting it in his own ear. “It’s not half bad.” He muttered, watching you try to jump to get your earbud. “Hey! That’s mine!” “Sorry sweet cheeks, but I think I’m going explore this side of you a little longer.”

Donatello

• When he had first heard your music, he let you be. If it was your interest, he wouldn’t push on it. Though he did do some research, hearing a few lyrics from one of your songs. “Hmmm.” Pushing his glasses up, light reflecting against the lens.

• “Are you depressed?” Donatello asked, hearing you come into the lab, door shutting behind you. “Huh?” “According to my calculations and something searching. A certain type of people listen to what you’ve got playing right now.” Pointing to your earbud, barley able to feel the sound waves buzzing through, to which you were currently mumbling to.

• With a blanketed face of realization, you started to giggle. “No no Donnie. Here, listen.” Taking out your earbud, putting it into Donatellos own. You sink your teeth into the people you depend on. Infecting everyone, you're quite the problem

• The terrapins face was mostly unreadable, but after a moment he seemed to enjoy it. “My music has meanings hidden in them, I like to explore music as a whole Donnie. I’m not depressed. It helps me relax or get lost in my thoughts.” You explained. Nodding the purple turtle handed back your earbud.

• “Oh- uh sorry Y/n. Maybe you can send me a few links?” He asked, gesturing to your phone. “Actually I have another plan in mind.” Getting comfortable in his lap, you started to make a playlist on his computer, hooking it up to his speakers. As soon as you hit play, that was probably the loudest the lab had ever been.

Leonardo

• Leonardo wasn’t one to really judge anyone based on their interests so when he heard you singing to yourself in his room, he more curious than anything. “What’re you listening to hun?”

• Jumping at the terrapins voice, you threw your earbud on the bed, looking up. “Oh Leo. It’s just you.” Clutching your chest, taking in some deep breaths. “For the love of god please knock.”

• An amused smirk scribbled on his face, his sat on the edge of his bed, making it squeak. “It is my room Y/n.” He pointed out, looking down at the earbud, picking it up between his green fingers. “What is this?”

•Eyeing your boyfriend, you crawled over. “It’s called ‘Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing’. Give it a listen.”. Popping the earbud in, the terrapin furrowed his nonexistent eyebrows, listening to the lyrics and rhythm. After a few moments, he handed you back your earbud. “It’s not my type of music, but if you like it, go for it hun.”

• Lifting a brow, you opted to turn off your music. “You’re not gonna question it? I mean, it is a little different.” Shaking his head, he stood up, arching his back until he heard a satisfying pop. “Y/n, your music tastes are the least surprising thing I’ve experienced. I live with Mikey.” He joked, which was sort of rare for him. “Yeah.” You got up too, craning your neck to look at the turtle. “You’re right.” “Come on let’s get some pizza. The guys are waiting.”

Michelangelo

• This turtle was into anything. Rap, dubstep, pop, literally nothing was bad in his mind. I mean, he had his own playlist listing from Brittney Spears to 50 Cent.

• He knew you mostly listened to K-pop and such, which he didn’t mind. He didn’t understand what they were saying but he liked the beat and rhythm that was usually going on.

•But this was new. Seeing you singing along to one of your songs. “Now, let's not get overzealous here. You've always been a huge piece of shit. If I could kill you, I would.” Now this took him back a bit. It was a different genre for him, and especially for you. Nonetheless he was deterred.

• “Wow angelcakes. I’m liking it.” Announcing his presence. Before you could even react, the earbud was already in his ear. “But it’s frowned upon in all fifty statesssss.” He muttered, somewhat slow due to the lyrics being new to him. “You should’ve let me know you listen to this! It’s awesome!”

• It was your turn to be surprised, but at the same time you were happy. “I just thought you’d think it was weird.” Confessing to your terrapin, twiddling with your thumbs. “Come on, it’s not weird if you like it.” He replied, tossing a wink your way, making you blush. “Get over here, it’s getting to the chorus!” Pulling you into his lap, shoving the piece into your ear. He was right, this is awesome.

Sweet Sweet Fantasy (PT.  2)

WARNING: A bit smutty, don’t like don’t read

Ship: TMNT Boys (Bayverse) x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Summary: This is the first time the boys have sexy fantasies of crush/(S/O)

 (PT. 1)

Leonardo:

So he'd start having them at a specific time, it's after you guys start dating and during "mating season". Leo is a very strong willed guy so before you guys start dating he denied the cute fantasies he had so there was no way for him to have sexy fantasies about you and not almost die. He thinks that thinking about you "inappropriately" would be disrespectful even if it's in his head, but during mating season when hormones are all over the place and he knows that only thinking about you is better than letting his urges get out of control and hurting you in the end which is what he thinks would happen.

His fantasies during mating season are wild because he is super needy everything about you pushes him closer to the edge. When he's with you, all he can do it think about slamming you against some surface and ram his cock into you, he wants to use you like his personal flesh-light. He wants to hear you beg, whether to keep going or for him to stop he doesn't know, which kind of scares him. If he were in his right mind he would never want to hurt you, but the thought of you whimpering and crying while on his dick does something to him that he's not proud of.

He'll tell you that he needs time to be alone, but when he's alone the fantasies get worse, especially when he is meditating because that is when he is actively trying to focus and be at peace. He starts to think of you creeping up on him and sitting on his lap, you tell him sweet nothings in his ear like: "You're so comfortable, Leo. Can I just stay with you a little longer, please?" He thinks about your soft warm body against his hard plastron, you allow him to touch you with his cold scaly hands and just feel you. To him you are like a succubus trying to damn him to hell with how fucking hot you are.

For the safety of both of your mental and physical health, just let him be and leave him alone, he can't handle himself and wouldn't live with himself if he hurt you because he lacked self-control.

Raphael:

He'd end up randomly thinking of you while he's working out. He was having a hard time with his last couple of sets and he thinks of you encouraging him. "You can do it, Raph! You're so big and strong, a couple more reps is nothing to you!" He'd imaging you with cute little pom poms like a cheerleader and you'd be wearing the uniform of one too, a reveling one, the kind that has a bikini top with a really short skirt, the whole thing would be red too, just like his bandana. When he finishes, he feels his sweat dripping down his plastron and imaging it's you on top of him with your hand sliding up and down his torso. Of course, you're not really there, so he goes back to his room to let his mind, and maybe his hand, go wild.

He lays down on his bed the same way he lied down to do his reps. His imagination would resume where he left it, with you straddling his hips. He crosses his arms under his head and imagine you giving him butterfly kisses down his body. "You know, someone strong like you deserves to be rewarded." He'd pull his cock out and imagine it's you doing it, looking up at him with a smirk. He'd start rubbing the tip and think of you sucking on it, just the tip though, he thinks that you'd have a hard time trying to fit more than that in your mouth, and even then you's slobber all over it. As he starts to stroke his whole length, he's imaging you hovering just above his cock, lifting your skirt up and pulling your pantie to the side so your pussy is out on display and dripping just for him. "Raphie, you're so big, I don't think I could fit this inside me." 'Raphie', he didn't even purposely imagine you using the nickname you gave him, it just popped in his mind, but boy did it do something to him. Something about defiling something that you had given him in innocence and thinking about it in such a lewd way made him cum on the spot.

He'd then force himself to stop thinking about you. The embarrassment of cumming before he could even stick it in, sure you weren't real and just in his head, but as a man he just couldn't take it because what if that shit happen when you guys actually. The sudden thought of you saying, "That's not fair, Raphie, I want to cum too!" With a cute whine and an adorable little pout on your face, it was both enjoyable and even more embarrassing.

Donatello:

For Donnie, a lot of things remind him of you, but what starts it all for him is when he's eating some of the candy you gave him. He'd be eating it while working on his new invention and then the sudden thought of "If she has candy on her all the time, she must eat them a lot." It's an innocent thought that is in his head one second and gone the next, but then another thought would fly by like, "If she eats these a lot, I wonder if her mouth tastes just as sweet?" That's when he catches himself blushing. He'd think about if he actually got to taste your lips and if they'd taste like candy, if they did then there would be no doubt that he'd get a sugar addiction.

He’d think about how he’d go through with it, kissing you. He'd lean in and give you a quick peck on the lips, you'd look into each other's eyes, and you'd give him a chased kiss back. It would just be that for a moment. Something small and light, testing out the waters as you slowly lay on his bed and he make his way to lean over you.

He think for a second, it was all in his head sure, but you were his best friend and if he didn’t have the balls to ask you out he didn’t have the right to think about in that way. He lays on his bed, face covered by his hands, internally hating the fact that he's still blushing. When he looks up at his ceiling, he can't help but imagine you there hovering above him. "Fine, if you're too scared, I guess I'll take control." He hates his own imagination, clearly his mind won't let it go. It’s okay though, right? Just to think about a little bit? It's not like thoughts could hurt anyone.

Donnie's fantasy is a mix between a guilty conscience and intense longing for you to want him as much as he wants you. He'd imagine you sitting right on top of his upper plastron. You'd look down at him with a smirk as you giggle. "Wow, are you really thinking your best friend right now? And in a position like this? That's so pathetic it's almost cute!" You'd start rubbing yourself on him in a way that traps him in one place but would also get both sinister giggles and moans to fall from your lips. "You're a sick bastard, huh? This is what you think about when I’m not around? You’re my best friend and this is what you do to my image? Defile it?" You'd bite your lip and move yourself to his mouth. "You wanted to know what I taste like, right? Go on, taste~" He'd then put a pillow over his face. Partly because he's embarrassed that his brain could concoct such a lewd image of you, partly to think about your thighs smothering his face and what your pussy could possibly smell like. If it was anything like the pillow, it smell sweet like the candy you always give him.

That's when he notices that he's hard. Instead on just yanking one out, he gets up and goes to take a cold shower and contemplate whether he actually is in fact a sick person or not.

Michelangelo:

Mikey is more innocent then the rest, he doesn’t think about you that way until he actually sees you portrayed in that way. This would probably be after you guys have been together for a while. He comes back to his room after skating or something and your just asleep sprawled out on his bed in you pajamas. You have so much skin showing and your legs are wide open and his mind at first is like, "Oh she is so cute when she's sleeping!" But that quickly changes when he goes to lay down with you. He lies down to relax and you just cling on to him, you treat him like your own teddy bear and feeling your warm soft body just loving on him gets him a little hot and bothered.

After that, he gets casual fantasy of you. None are specific to anything, just things he’s probably seen in porn before. His fantasies change the more intimate you get, but most are pretty vanilla. The spiciest it gets and the most common is having you sit on his face. When you guys cuddle he feels your body and he realizes he has a thing for thighs. Having you sit on his face is both sexy and comforting to him.

From then on he'll frequently have fantasies of several clones of you all just loving on him the same way you did that one time. He thinks about it when you're gone and he's by himself on his bed and he thinks about like four different yous loving on him and kissing him. In his fantasies on is usually on his lap kissing him and one is usually sucking on his cock, the other two are usually pleasuring themselves on his arms or has their boobs pressed against his shell. Mikey likes you and thinks your hot as hell, but more of you is even hotter.

Mwah!

Pair: Bayverse!Leo x Val (oc) (They're kids in this oneshot, so its technically platonic, kinda, there's romantic implications if you squint but yeah, they're kids)

Synopsis: Young Val and Leo watch a movie together, and when two characters kiss, she has to explain to him what it is. Cue adorable fluffy hijinks.

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Valerie poured the freshly microwaved popcorn into the large plastic bowl, seated atop a stool at the kitchen island while Leo stood next to her, resting his chin on the cool marble surface. Once the bag was empty, the duo moved down the hall of the small apartment and into Val's room. She sat the bowl down on her nightstand before hopping onto her bed to arrange the pillows and blankets into peak movie night position, then jumping down just as quickly to rummage through her collection of DVDs and some older VHS tapes that belonged to her moms.

Meanwhile, Leo stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, not quite sure what to do with himself. The two had met almost a year ago, and the Delgados had shown him and his family nothing but kindness and acceptance, but he always felt out of place. All his life he was told not to go above the surface, that it was dangerous and people may be frightened by his differences. 

He knows his father didn't mean those words with ill intent, only wanting to warn his son of potential danger. But it just made him overly paranoid. He feels like he doesn't belong in a real house, the sewers have been his home for as long as he could remember. And if he just feels out of place, imagine how he looks. He's like a fish out of water.

"Leo! Help me pick out a movie!" Val's voice knocked him out of his anxious haze. The terrapin crouched down next to her and mulled over the options. He didn't see any that he recognized, though in his defense, he had seen practically 0 movies prior to meeting Val. Of course, when she heard this, Val declared that every Saturday they would watch movies together. 

The cover of one of the DVD cases caught his eye. It was pretty flashy, from first glance he could tell that it was some kind of action movie. Val noticed his discovery and leaned over his shoulder.

"Oh! Oh! I watched that one with my moms a while ago, it's still pretty new. Do you wanna watch it?" She said excitedly. Leo nodded wordlessly and handed the rectangular case over, watching as the girl practically skipped over to the DVD player and slipped the small disc inside. She pulled Leo off the floor before snatching the remote and plopping back onto her bed, placing the bowl of popcorn into her lap. Leo followed in suit, sitting down next to her and pulling his knees up against his plastron. 

The movie was surprisingly good, Leo didn't have very high expectations, but it definitely exceeded them. The action kept him on the edge of his seat and the protagonist was funny and entertaining to watch. From his beginnings as a tired detective, to uncovering the underground base of some unknown enemy force, to heroically saving his lady friend and busting some guys faces open. Not literally, there wasn't a lot of blood, but it was implied.

As the movie was coming to a close, the lady friend from before approached the detective. They talked about what had previously transpired, exchanged witty banter and seemed to be getting increasingly close to each other. 

Leo continued to watch, completely oblivious to the chemistry happening between the characters. But he glanced over to Val when he felt her shift next to him, she curled into herself kind of, watching intently at the screen with a gleam in her eye. When he turned back to the screen, the two characters were much closer than before. 

Then they pressed their lips together, wrapping their arms around each other as the screen faded to black. As the end credits rolled, he heard Val let out a little cheer and clap her hands. She turned to him, "So, what did you think of the movie?"

"It was great!" Leo said enthusiastically, making Val smile more, "But, uh- what were they doing at the end?" He asked, obviously confused.

"Huh?"

"That thing… with their faces?" He clarified.

"Oh, you mean when they kissed?" She chuckled a bit at that.

"Kissed? What's that?" He queried, even more confused now.

Val gave him an odd look. "A kiss, you know- do you really not know what a kiss is..?" When Leo shook his head she pursed her lips and puffed her cheeks defeatedly, thinking of a way to explain. "It's like… a thing you do with people that you love, that you care about."

Leo processed this new information, letting out a hum and thinking for a few seconds. "Well, I care about you… can I kiss you?" He asked tentatively. 

"Wh-what!? No!" She exclaimed, making Leo jump. But then she paused, "Well- I mean, I guess you can. But not like they did!" She pointed at the screen, referring to the main characters. 

Leo just looked at her even more confused than he was before.

"Okay, let me put it like this…"

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At first, Val's moms weren't too keen on letting their daughter go and play in the sewers, but after some time (and months of begging from Val and a very insistent Mikey), they finally started letting her visit the lair. She'd spend hours watching them experiment with their weapons and playing Mario Kart on an Xbox that Donnie found and fixed up himself, absolutely demolishing Leo at it every time.

But eventually, she'd have to come home. 

"It's getting pretty late guys, I gotta go home or my Mamá will chew me out." She said, earning a few disapproving groans from the turtles. 

She set down her controller and pat Mikey on the head, shaking it slightly before standing up. As she started walking towards the exit ladder, she crouched down next to Leo (of whom was lounging on a beanbag nearby). As she cupped his face and planted a kiss on cheek, he wrapped his arms around her torso in a loose hug. 

When she pulled back, she looked back at the others to say bye, only to find the words die in her throat at their faces. 

"What was that?" Raph asked bluntly, expressing obvious confusion that the two other brothers shared. 

Before Val could answer, Leo sat up in the beanbag. "It's called a kiss, it's something you do with people you care about. But there are different kinds of kisses… and they all have different meanings." He explained, trying to recall what the girl told him a few nights ago. 

Val nodded in confirmation as Mikey jumped up from his spot on the floor. "I want one!" The characteristically eccentric brother exclaimed. Val only laughed, opening her arms. Mikey jumped into them very quickly, giggling when the girl pressed a kiss to his forehead with a dramatic 'mwah!' 

As Mikey released her from their hug, Raph stepped up as well. "Me next!" Val did the same for him, this time plopping a kiss on the bridge of his nose, right under the space between his eyebrows—or where they would have been, anyway.

Still in her hug with Raph, she looked over to Donnie, who was standing there awkwardly. He fidgeted, pushing up his glasses. 

"You want one too, Don?" She smirked, letting go of the more brash of the brothers in favor of placing her hands on her hips.

"Y-yes please." He stammered, ever the polite one (behind Leo, of course). She opened her arms in compliance, wrapping them around his shoulders to bring him down to her level and kissing his temple. 

Continuing on her way back to the exit ladder, she passed Leo again. But much to her surprise, he had his arms crossed and brandished a bit of a pouty expression. A teasing smile graced her lips and she leaned into his line of vision. 

"What's wrong? Jealous I'm giving your brothers some attention too~?" She taunted. 

"Am not." He huffed, averting his gaze. 

Val snickered, cupping his face again and turning it towards her. "How about another one for good measure?" Without waiting for an answer she pressed her lips to his cheek again. When she pulled back, she shook his head in her hands, squishing his cheeks affectionately. 

"You're still my favorite, Nerdo~." Before Leo could protest the new nickname, she sped off, waving at the brothers before she left their line of sight. 

As Mikey and Raph began to pester and tease about why Leo got two kisses (to which he defends himself by stating that she's his best friend), Splinter watches from afar. He was a little surprised when he witnessed such a casual display of affection between his son and the girl, but as she continued to do the same with his other children, a part of him was… at peace. 

Splinter wasn't sure how to express his care for his sons in a physical sense, only knowing that he must protect them at all costs. But maybe a little feminine touch was just what their unusual family needs. 

Drew some more Leo and Val while simultaneously trying to figure out how to draw the bay teetles 😭

OMFG I LOVED THIS SCENE IN THE MOVIE LMFAO APEIRBOISDBFVIEBVHBAEDLHJVUEIDHFVB

They're hazing him

Okay, hear me out.

I was watching reaction tiktoks and laughing my ass off when I found this one...

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7soHcD/

Now. Instead of Thoren, I like to imagine Leo cutting wood efficiently.

Got this visual?

You're welcome 😊

Insomnia has been hell for a couple of weeks and this helps. Something has shifted. I feel...relaxed.

Interesting how stories, the images that are drawn in your mind, can change your brain ways and body chemistry. I think I'll be able to sleep soon.

Thank you for the wonderful moment of security and peace.

Fulfilling Wishes

Hello Turtle Doves 😘

My insomnia would like to gift you some self-indulgent turtle-men comfort 💙❤️💜🧡🐢

Warning: mentions anxiety, and hints at depression.

NSFW ish? I guess? mostly fluff.

This is my first time attempting Gender Neutral, I apologize for any mistakes.

This was also my first attempt at a Reader x "Your choice of turtle" insert.

Please enjoy my bravery 😂😘🥰

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

Reblogs only, please!

Fulfilling Wishes

It was cold, and the rain pelted down on your bedroom window so loudly that you were unable to sleep.

You missed him.

And it was ridiculous because you had just seen him less than four hours ago while having dinner with him and his family. 

Your family. They had taken you in and accepted you immediately after meeting them all. They had all been your saving grace. But he had been your real hero.

You had met him accidentally when you got lost down a dark back alley, trying to navigate your way home from a new job. Your phone had died, leaving you without the GPS, and an anxiety attack was on the rise. 

No friends. No family. No one to worry about where you were and whether or not you made it home safely.

He seemingly popped up from nowhere as you gasped for the air that refused to stay in your lungs long enough for you to calm down.

After talking to you for a few minutes and asking you some interesting questions, you realized that you were breathing normally again, which made you smile at him.

He smiled back and asked if he could help you get home, which you were incredibly grateful for, and took him up on the offer before he could even finish his question. 

You sighed as you lay there reminiscing and worrying about your vigilante friend and his brothers out in the horrendous weather. 

The longer you thought about all of them, the more you secretly wished he was there with you - all cuddled-up safe and watching a movie, like the two of you always did during the horrible weather. Or after a long shitty day. He was your safety blanket. Always there for you when you needed him.

And he was literally like a blanket. All warm and cuddly. You loved when he had those powerful arms wrapped around you, squeezed up against his chest. The way his steady breathing created the illusion of calming waves as his strong heartbeat erased your anxiety and stress from the long, awful day.

And he had a way with you. When no one else could cheer you up or calm you down, it was always him who knew the right words to say. He knew exactly what you needed emotionally, and he never failed to deliver it in abundance.

You yearned for his gentle touch and to hear his low voice whispering in your ear. You loved the way he would trace his finger down your arm… Or make little designs in the palm of your hand whenever you sat together.

It was always so… Platonic.

And you wished it wasn't.

Because you loved him.

As more than just a friend…

He filled the void in your heart that had almost consumed you all those years ago when you had lost your way - more than down a dark alley.

Even though you wished it wasn't, you knew it was that whole best friend thing.

The way he knew you better than anyone else ever could. The way he took time to truly understand you. The way he was so deliberate in the attention and affection he showered you with…

You heard the unmistakable sound of the living room window opening and closing.

His window.

You lifted and turned your head just in time to see the beautiful green of his skin in the glow of your white fairy lights that outlined the ceiling in your room.

"You're awake," he whispered, stripping his gear, and himself, right down to his boxer briefs.

He grabbed your bath towel from the hook on your closet door and dried himself off real quick.

Meanwhile, you were having an internal scream fest at the fact that this sexy-ass turtle-man was getting ready to climb into your bed… With you… In nothing but his underwear.

"Is it ok?" He asked, frozen in place and looking down at you with concern.

"Of course," you told him, trying to sound casual.

As you faced the wall, laying on your side, you felt as the bed dipped behind you, and his warm body pressed against yours; those big arms of his slowly snaking their way around your middle and squeezing you closer to him.

"Thank you," you whispered, more to the Gods who had listened and answered your prayers, than to him.

"For what?" He practically purred in your ear.

"For being you," you told him, not knowing what else to say without making it weird.

He was quiet, but you could feel his unasked question floating around in the air.

"For always being there for me," you continued, "for everything you do…" you paused, contemplating your next statement.

"For fulfilling my needs…" you whispered.

You felt him squeezing you tighter, his snout nuzzling your neck behind your ear, as he took a deep breath in.

You felt his breath on your ear as he asked you the golden question…

"Do I fulfill all of your needs?" 

Time had stopped momentarily as hope surged through your entire being.

"Almost," you whispered.

His lips ghosted their way across the shell of your ear.

"What am I not fulfilling?" His voice was low and husky, "Because I want to fulfill all of your needs," he breathed out.

You turned your head to look at him, but your eyes didn't make it past his lips.

There it was, the delicious feeling you'd been dying for, as he brushed his lips against yours. But he pulled back too soon. 

You slipped your hand up behind his neck and pulled his lips to yours, eliciting a moan from him.

In one swift move, he had rolled you onto your back and caged you underneath him with his arms, kissing you as fervidly as you were kissing him.

After he'd regained control of his emotions, he broke the kiss and smiled down at you.

"I think I'm in love with you," you blurted out. 

His eyes got wide, but his smile got wider.

"I think I have been for a long time…" He told you.

"Really?" You squeaked, shocked by his confession.

"You couldn't tell? I've been trying to make moves on you since the day you smiled at me in that dark alley," He admitted, right before he began kissing you again and continuing to love you for the rest of the night.

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Haha 💯

Omgoodness I can see it now! Oh, this made my day 🤣🤣🤣

Turtle Shenanigans

Gangnam Style came on while I was listening to Spotify.

And I thought to myself…

What would the boys look like doing the Gangnam Style dance?

Mike: Makes it look GOOD.

But also turns into a complete idiot and goes from Gangnam Style dancing to pretending like he's riding an invisible pony, slapping his own ass as he gallops around the lair.

Yelling yeeeehaaaaw!

Raph: would roll his eyes and do it for 3.5 seconds just to entertain you, then go back to pumping iron.

However, the second you walk away, he turns it on and dances to it in between reps.

Don: is such a good sport. He'd absolutely be shy about it for a minute, then indulge you.

And he would be hysterical because he's all leg. It would be like watching a Daddy Long Leg try to Gangnam Style.

Then of course

There's Leo, who would tell you to get outta town.

But if you pester him sweetly enough, for long enough, you could break him down.

He would do it but be completely unimpressed.

And only after bitching about it.

He'd make it look so easy, his moves so smooth, making him look like he was a professional dancer 🔥

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Wip, baby, Wip

Yessss I agree...Raph is such a great target. I just couldn't take him seriously as anything but a friend.

I would be the "Jerry" to Raph's "Tom".

Andddd...probably end up like this...

I am curious what’s your opinion on Raph? I mean in general

I love Raph!

but like... in a brotherly way lol

He would be the one I hung out with the most out of all the brothers - friend-wise.

He'd be so much fun as a bestie.

And I just have this *need* to annoy the ever-loving shit out of him.

Oh lord, that poor man. I would just get under his skin because I could lmao

Then run and hide behind Leo HA!

So overall consensus?

BFFL 💖🫶🏼

Thanks for dropping by anon!!!

✨Stupid Turtle Thoughts - With Pepino✨

I’ve recently got my first set of acrylics done due to a bad little (huge) nail biting habit of mine and regular nail polish wasn’t working anymore, and the design is like froggie french tips,

(Pic as reference)

And one thing that I CANNOT get out of my head is just giving the turts scritchies with them. Because since they have tough scales, kind of like regular nails won’t do much? So acrylics, being thicker and stronger, are a bit better. Just imagine, your preferred turtle(s), head in your lap, churring like a damn motor while you scratch their neck, back of their head, under their chin, even their shell, just absolutely infatuated with your new set. They’re just so obsessed with the designs, charms, how good it feels on their scales ESPECIALLY if they start shedding. If you get nails while they’re shedding? They are going to be begging you to help them get rid of the itchy flakes of shedding skin and scutes. Of course, they can just use a rough brush to get them off themselves, but they wanna be with you, so prepare yourself for a very long while of having your turtle being a big baby.

Literally me with my Bayverse turtles, because those motherfuckers can KILL a human if they wanted to and I’m over here like:

“Mis bebesitos lindos, mis pinches chiquitines I love you so much you guys are so cute I just wanna kiss you and cuddle you, you little shits are my little bebesitos now, no complaints 😚❤️”

(TRANSLATION: “My beautiful babies, my fucking tinies,”)

The 2003 turtles: Incredibly heavy builds, neither look nor sound like teenagers, could probably break the average human's arm without even trying.

2003 fans: Those are my precious babies and I am adopting them.

✨Stupid Turtle Thoughts - With Pepino✨

I was rewatching the Bayverse movies while also like making these cute ditto keychains and then brownies, and I noticed something from Out of the Shadows. During the scene near the beginning where Mikey accidentally let a pizza slice fall onto the basketball court from up in the Jumbotron and all that, I noticed in the background, while they were chanting the word “Defense”, Leo was hopping along with the chant, AND IT WAS CUTE I CANNOT EXPLAIN HOW I LOVE HIM EVEN MORE. I even edited the scene a bit.

Yes I did add the little sound effects 🩵

Something I’m working on (and I promise To be a hero or maybe) will be update soon! But a little something for my TMNT fans

“Y/n… I’m sorry for* with hands dragging down his face, how could he have messed up so bad, “Please, that time in the Dojo.. I messed up! I couldn’t find my words” He gently lifted her chin. However her eyes remained angered, that moment though , after he watched his brother carry her off he knew he needed to fix it.

…

There in the Corner… he sat with flowers, her favorite to be specific… but instead of going forward to heal her broken heart… he allowed his own to break, as he watched the love of his life kiss his brother… never had he regretted something more.

AHH OKAY this was a concept I had but I wanted to make it super cryptic so I don’t say who’s who. But this should be done by the weekend end!! Love you all don’t forget TO EAT, SLEEP AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEE

Let me know!!! I have these 2 ideas… but not sure which one to go with (mind set on the 2012 turtles)

sometimes we all just need a reminder that being strong isn't the same as being alone 🧡

*comes into ask how with a shaky smile*

Howdy there Hon. I hope the New Years been treating you alright so far, and I wish that it will continue to bless you with the goodness you deserve ✨🧡

Sorry to bother your inbox again, but this is “Independent Woman” from a request a couple weeks ago and I've had kind of a rough day, and your writing always makes me smile.

If it's not too much to ask, may I request a follow-up on that prompt please? How the Bayverse/Rise boys would react to their stubbornly independent SO having a rough day to the point that they cave and ask for cuddles?

No stress, no worries if you're not in the mood for it. I totally understand. Please take care of yourself first and foremost! Please drink water and know you are appropriated! 🧡✨

howdy anon-chan! 🧡

i'm so sorry that you've had a rough day. i hope at this point it's going a little better and that you're able to get the rest you need. there's a quote that i like to think about when i'm having a rough time: "Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I'll try again tomorrow." -Mary Anne Radmacher

anyway, i hope this helps you smile!

(here's the other post)

Leonardo

Leo has been waiting for (hoping for, praying for) this, for you to come to him in your time of need. He feels bad, he doesn't actually want you to have a bad time or a rough day, but at the same time he loves to be needed. He already has a plan in place.

Mikey scampers off at his signal, and Leo escorts you to his room. There he encourages you to get under the covers and mess up his bed however you need to in order to get comfy.

Then he climbs in with you and holds you. He doesn't ask about what's wrong, doesn't try to talk to you about anything. He can tell that isn't what you need right now.

Mikey comes in (quietly for once) with some tea. He sets the tray down on the bedside table and smiles at you before quickly leaving. Leo tells you that the tea is there if you want it, then goes back to quietly holding you.

You realize, after laying in his arms for a while, that he is meditating. You try to match your breathing to his, and you see a small smile steal across his face when he feels what you are doing. You fell right into his trap.

The two of you breathe in sync for a while, just soaking in each other's presence.

If you decide to talk about it, Leo listens very closely to you. He's not confident that it will happen, but he hopes that you'll tell him if it's something he can help with. No matter what though, if you just need to vent or need advice or need him to do something for you, he will respect your wishes.

Raphael

Raph's first instinct is to find out who hurt you so that he can go take care of them. Fortunately, he goes with his second instinct, which is to bundle you in his arms and carry you to his room.

Once there, he climbs into bed and rearranges the two of you until you are both comfortable. He makes sure you are completely covered with him, his strong hands rubbing your back. "I've got ya sweetheart. What do ya need?"

Raph isn't quite confident in his ability to comfort you, so he does need some guidance. But once you let him know what you need, he's on top of it.

If you just want to curl up on his plastron and be held, he will stay with you as long as you need. He will rub your back. He will be your own personal weighted blanket. Gentle touches or rough hugs, hell if you need him to distract you he will. Anything for you.

(Raph finds that he wants to give you the gentle touches. He wants to hold you gently, he wants to show you softness. But if that's not what you need, he'll just have to talk to you about it later. This ain't about him.)

If you want to talk about it, if you need to vent, Raph'll listen. He'll empathize. He might growl or mutter as you talk, but he won't interrupt. If you want advice, he'll do his best to give it to you.

Anything you need, he'll get it for you. Drink, food, more pillows? It's there almost before you ask for it. You won't have to lift a finger or do anything if you don't want to. "I'll take care of you princess."

Donatello

Donnie immediately has so many questions, but he sets them aside. You asked him to help you learn how to be cared for, so he's going to do just that.

He takes to the lab, because the bed there is comfier than the one in his room. He puts on some music you like and turns down the volume. He encourages you to climb in and climbs in behind you. He lays down and lets you climb on him however you want.

Once the two of you are comfortable, he asks if you want to talk about it. He realizes that you need to be guided into asking for what you want, and he's prepared to do that. Your answer is the beginning of the mental flow chart Donnie created specifically for caring for you.

If you do want to talk about it, Donnie first asks if you want advice or if you just want to vent. Once that's established, he is an active listener. He asks questions and gives you nudges if he thinks you need it. He'll make those snarky comments that make you laugh. He checks in periodically to make sure that you're still okay. Talking to Donnie will always make you feel better.

If you don't want to talk about it, that's okay too. He'll ask if there's anything you need, then send the drone to zap Raph into getting it for you. Once Raph is gone (rubbing his arm and muttering murderously), Donnie settles in for a nice long cuddle session with you.

If you're okay with it, he pulls up some work. He asks if you want a distraction, and if so he'll start telling you about what he's doing. Donnie works with one hand while the other absentmindedly rubs your arm. He still checks in every once in a while to make sure you're okay and ask if you need anything.

Michelangelo

Mikey, much like Leo, hates that you're upset but is so happy that you came to him so he could care for you. This is a huge step, you're making progress! Now it's his turn to make progress, to show you how he can care for you.

He asks if you need anything first, so he can grab it without interrupting the "epic cuddle session" you're about to have. (Later, when you ask him to get you something, he'll interrupt the cuddle session anyway with zero complaints. He just wants you to be happy.)

Once that's all taken care of, he hustles you off to his room, hand on your back. Thank the pizza gods that Leo had forced him at sword point to clean it the day before. You both get in bed and get comfy.

He holds you as if you are a treasure, a beloved teddy bear. It is hard to believe that Mikey can be this gentle. He wraps you in blankets and props you up with pillows until you are surrounded in softness and him.

Then he starts to talk. He chatters on about anything and everything, whatever comes to mind. His skateboard tricks, their latest encounter with the Foot, Raph breaking his most recent lifting record... you are caught up on ALL the turtle gossip.

Mikey doesn't stop until he gets a smile out of you. When he sees it, his answering smile lights up the room. He asks if you are feeling better. If you are, he starts being silly, kissing your face and tickling you until you are crying from laughter. If you aren't, he asks if you want to talk about it. He'll listen and commiserate with you, and support you no matter what.

I can't not tell you the amount of rage I feel after drawing this. Lee from Bayverse movies is my least favorite turtle and the fact he came out decently well BUGS me like none other.

You can see my displeasure in my roast with my dear friend @anobodyinabog. Hence the reason I decided to set him on fire.

I NEED MORE I MISS SEEING TMNT 2014-16 ART AHHHH

Forgot I had some bayverse turtlzzzz in my sleeve

I wuv them