Trying to organize my writing a little and get better about my process overall. I'm a constant work in progress so all helpful feedback is appreciated. All the links connect to my AO3 and yes...I am mostly focused on Leonardo, but I'm trying to branch out. 😅 I like happy endings and all the soft moments that make you sigh.
Finally finished my May story prompt, I'm behind but I've been steady writing. This one is based on the premise of an "accidental kiss" and all that ensues. Huge shout out to the amazing Laundry for keeping me in the loop and motivated.
Of course it's about our favorite leader in Blue. 💙 I would love any and all reviews to help me improve my writing! Love this community we have!
This is link to my story on AO3 - Once Upon a Maybe
The Bay!turtles (separately) catch you dancing hcs
This is vaguely based on a scene from the 'Unspoken' Donnie fic I'm writing except way less angsty
Tags: Bay!tmnt x reader, utter fluff, fem reader, established relationships, no idea how NYC apartments work, terrible punctuation as usual, not proofread
Leo
Leo doesn’t usually come in through your fire escape, but he will turn up unannounced sometimes when he wants to see you. He’s secretly very needy and will take any excuse to come see you so expect him to turn up with flowers and a sheepish smile asking you to let him in.
Most of the time he will text you before he turns up, because he knows you don’t really like getting caught off guard and he likes making sure you’re available before he turns up. Has actually just sat on your fire escape being a tragic brooding yearner at some point and very much prefers to know that you’re at home and want to see him (which you definitely do).
He’s also turned up unannounced after a mission gone wrong before and his massive arm flexing when he sheathed his swords to come in through the window made you accept any and all unannounced visits. Leo decides to show up unannounced one night to see you after a long four days of not being able to…
Leo dropped down quietly onto your old rusty fire escape balcony. A couple of stray petals floated down from the bouquet he was carrying and he padded closer to your window. It was open, your blinds were rolled up and swaying gently in the breeze; Leo silently slipped in, brushing against the blinds. He wasn’t sure you were at home for a second, but there was the sound of music playing from the kitchen and he smiled. You were making dinner no doubt. He shifted as softly as he could over the floorboards, wincing when one creaked a little. He angled himself so you wouldn’t see him from where you were in the kitchen. He peered from where he stood hidden and was met with the sight of you waltzing around the kitchen as you cooked, moving along to the song you had playing on the speakers. You looked completely cheerful, mouthing along to the song lyrics as you stirred the pan over the stove and the delicious smell of cooking wafted down the hall to where Leo was standing. You spun around to reach a drawer, grabbing a fork. Leo forced himself not to smile. He’d never seen you like this, completely carefree and dancing around your kitchen to the beat of the song you had on. He could hear you mumbling the lyrics under your breath, giggling to yourself when the song got to a part you liked. Leo felt his chest ache and he just stood there, staring at you and wondering if he could somehow memorise this. You were light on your feet, tiptoeing to reach one of the spices on the shelves and moving your shoulders to the melody. The leader in blue suppressed a laugh, looking down while he smiled and shaking his head at how adorable the scene was. You moved on the spot while you waited for your food to finish sizzling in the pan, stirring the contents every so often to keep them from burning. Leo decided he’d been staring long enough and needed to stop before he considered a marriage proposal. Making a little noise so as to not scare you, he moved out of the shadows towards where you stood in the kitchen. You were startled regardless, squeaking slightly and immediately feeling the hot flush of blood rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment.
“Leo!”
“I wanted to drop by ‘nd see you, but I see I’ve interrupted your little dance session, huh.” Leo couldn’t stop the stupid smile on his face as he came over to you, gently pressing the flowers into your hands and leaning down to kiss your forehead. You groaned, a rush of different feelings flushing through your system as you buried your face in the soft flower petals. The scent calmed you down some and you sighed “How long were you there? And these flowers are so pretty… You really didn’t have to but they’re so lovely. Thank you.”
Leo had a hand on your lower back and was idly rubbing his thumb over it. He coughed awkwardly. “Not that long. You got some killer moves hon.” He smiled and kissed your hairline. The overwhelming urge to smother you with affection had filled him to the brim and you could tell by the way he was looking at you that you didn’t need to feel embarrassed. Leo couldn’t stop cheesing. He was more in love with you than before if that was even possible.
“What?”
“Nothing. You’re cute. Now that I’m here, would you like a dance partner?” Leo held his hand out. You took it, rolling your eyes playfully at him. His rough, calloused one met yours and he thumbed over your knuckles. “Let’s dance.” You chuckled and just held onto him as he very quickly changed the song to something slower and more relaxed. As he turned the both of you around he slid the pan off the stove, letting the residual heat do the rest of the cooking and turning the gas off. You huffed. He was too damn smooth. You rested your head against his plastron and the both of you swayed to the slow oldies tune Leo had picked; the light above the stove served as your only source of illumination as the two of you danced. “This is a cliche.”
“Probably. It’s cliche for a reason.” Leo smiled as he responded, gently shifting the two of you around. You gazed up at him. A lady’s muffled voice echoed from the speakers into the night and the jazzy twang of a guitar set off each step Leo pulled you into. You shut your eyes.
Mikey
King of dropping by unannounced. Is genuinely in agony when he can’t hang with you and will take full advantage of being able to show up on your fire escape whenever. You’ve gotten so used to it that he has a key to unlock your window if he drops by and you have it locked.
Has planned dates on your fire escape balcony before, you’ve manage to keep it fairly clean so the two of you dragged out blankets and pillows and cuddled up on there with snacks and a movie. Mikey helped you string up fairy lights on there to make it more aesthetic. Sometimes he’ll send you a text before he shows up, but often forgets to check his phone before he arrives and just trusts that you’re going to be there. He also likes chilling for a few in the alley by your apartment if you’re not home, before he heads back he legally has to pet the alley cats.
Is usually super loud upon entering so he doesn’t freak you out because he knows you dislike unannounced visits. Mikey decides he needs to turn up quietly one night and catches you dancing…
Mikey dropped oh so quietly onto your balcony. Or at least he intended to, the orange slider stubbed his toe and silently cursed and hopped in a circle to get rid of the pain. He peered nervously through your window, hoping you hadn’t heard him. Thankfully, the sound of music drifting from your apartment had muted the sound of his footsteps and he smiled, shifting the window further up so he could roll in. He dropped to the floor with a soft thud and began to shuffle to where the music was playing from. He slowly set down the bag of snacks he’d brought with him on your coffee table. The faint crinkle of the bag made him wince. He was excited to surprise you with your favourite snacks and the prospect of hanging out on a cool rooftop spot he’d discovered to make cute little charms together. He walked slowly. You were in the bathroom, speakers blasting some sort of sexy music while you got ready. Mikey had texted you about a date earlier and you had no clue when he was getting there, but decided to get ready. Your little makeup pouch was on the sink counter; hair ties and mascara and a packet of makeup remover wipes and some really old crusty lipgloss you hadn’t got around to getting rid of were strewn around. You were absentmindedly dancing, fixing your appearance in the bathroom mirror. Mikey watched quietly from the hall, awestruck by how pretty you looked. The faint scent of your body wash drifted from the bathroom and Mikey was left in a sort of daze; the sight of you in your casual, unaware state and smelling like dessert made him want to barrel in there and squeeze you. He kept himself in check. You looked lost in your own world, twirling and singing along as you zhuzhed up your appearance. You picked up one of the many soap bottles in the shower caddy, using it as a mock microphone as you waited for your body lotion to dry down a little. Mikey was conflicted, stuck between wanting to keep watching you and wanting to join in on the fun you were having. He was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, a large smile plastering his face and nothing but love in his eyes. You neatened your hem, doing a spin for the mirror and mouthing along to the song playing through your speakers as you leaned closer to the mirror to inspect your eyebrows; you placed a hand on the edge of the sink to stabilise yourself. Mikey smiled when you smiled, eyes sparkling with adoration.
“That’s my girl.” Mikey whispered to himself in the corridor. He couldn’t stop himself and with a cough and a purposefully loud “babe!” he entered your small bathroom. You were a little surprised, but threw your arms around him without hesitation. Mikey squeezed tight. He breathed in the scent of your lotion and sighed. You pulled away, a little shy.
“When did you get in? I didn’t even hear you this time.”
“I been here this whole time girl.” Mikey flashed you a silly grin and you sighed, pushing down your embarrassment. Mikey loved when you had fun and just looked happy that you had seemed so happy getting ready. He was definitely remembering this.
“Next time remind me to come by earlier, I totally need to dance with you.” He pinched your cheek and you batted his hand away playfully, opting to hold it instead. “Uh huh. Will do, Angel.” Mikey lifted your intertwined hands to kiss your smaller ones.
“Do you need a few more minutes? I can wait.”
You nodded, but pulled him closer. “Yeah, but you can stay in here. Pick the next song? My playlist has literally just been on repeat and I need some variation.” Mikey smiled, kissing your hand again and reaching for where your phone was balanced precariously on the edge of the sink. He scrolled until he found a good one, shifting awkwardly in the small bathroom. Mikey wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his scarred chin on your shoulder. He pressed play. You smiled and continued getting ready in the mirror. Music filled your little bathroom.
Raph
Raph likes to drop by occasionally. He’s not too casual about it because he’s worried he might bother you if he turns up unannounced, but he will if a) he knows you’re free, b) he needs some respite from a mission and c) if he just needs to see you. Is also the type to brood dramatically on your fire escape. Has just sat there while you were home before to feel close to you without having to deal with communicating that he didn’t feel the greatest.
He adores when you greet him by the window and will lean in to kiss you before he comes in when you do. It’s literally a ritual for him every time. He likes the domestic stuff even if he doesn’t admit it, and will sit and watch the sunrise with you on your fire escape or occasionally from your rooftop; he’s the best blanket you could ask for and sits you in his lap because that guy runs hot and a blanket just doesn’t do it for you. One evening he decides he wants to come and see you while he’s on his way back to the lair…
Raph thudded onto the roof of your apartment building, heaving out a sigh. He swayed himself down onto the fire escape, descending until he reached your floor. He could hear the music from where he kneeled already and it relaxed his brow, he felt his tension ease out. He’d been super high strung recently and just wanted to drop by to check in on you. The thought of seeing you made his limbs loosen up and his mind clear of the worries and stressors bugging him. He crouched low on the fire escape, hidden by the shadows of the night. The rough ridges of his shell were illuminated ever so slightly by the moon, casting him in a contrasting backlight that outlined his silhouette, only seen if you squinted hard and knew where to look. For someone so big he made himself hard to notice. Years of training and refining his technique had led him to learn to completely conceal himself in the deep shadows of the night. Raph peered in through the window. You were moving around your living room. You held a stack of books in your arms, twirling around to the music and winding up at the opposite end of the small living area to deposit the books on the couch while you whisked back to clean off the coffee table. You were humming. Raph had never seen you quite so unbothered and in your element. It was mesmerising and he decided to sit and watch you- or rather- he couldn’t help but sit and watch you. Ruining your flow now felt wrong. Raph’s eyes followed you around the room, he smiled and ducked his head when you drummed your fingers against the little storage cubes you had in the corner. The soft knit blanket Raph had gifted you lay crumpled on your sofa and you slid over to it, singing along to your music as you began to pull over the corners and fold it back into a presentable square. Raph felt an unprecedented cuteness aggression fill him when he watched you smile as you folded it, you held it up to bury your face in it for a second before setting it back down, now neat, on the back of the couch. You thought about him when he wasn’t there. You were as distracted as anything from the outside world as you danced in your living room and you still smiled at the thought of him. God he was so lucky. He watched you shimmy your hips back over to the other end of the living room and decided he couldn’t stay on your fire escape anymore. With a great heave he rapped twice on the window pane and pushed it up to let himself in. You jumped, startled. Relief flooded you once you recognised the hulking figure of your favourite turtle filling the small corner where the window was situated. Then the embarrassment hit.
“Raph! What’re you-“
You had no time to finish your sentence before he came over and pulled you into his arms. You broke into a smile and hugged back, giggling.“Hey sweetheart. Droppin’ by to check on you. How’s my baby?” Raph was smiling like a fool as he held you close, nuzzling your hairline. You smiled and he set you down.
“I’m good, I just wasn’t expecting you to come by. I’m um- I’m cleaning.” You gestured awkwardly to the living room. Raph squished your cheeks with one of his large hands, leaning down and planting a sloppy kiss to your lips. You huffed.
“You were dancing. Where are those moves wi’me, ah?” You rolled your eyes and stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss him back in retaliation. “Dance with me, then.”
Raph was for sure dying happy. “Focus on me.” He gave you a cocky smirk and you held onto his arms. Without warning he picked you up to spin you around. You squealed, hands anchoring onto his shoulders; he was grinning at your face as it contorted into embarrassed happiness. You were melting his stress away with just a smile.
Donnie
Donnie has seriously considered putting in monitors by your fire escape for safety purposes. He doesn’t want anything putting his baby in danger and is, on the low, a fan of being able to keep track of you. It has been speculated he has some control problems. Of course he never does anything without your express want of it and resorts to just checking in on you every so often. He’s a bit of a hopeless romantic in the sense that he’ll text you to come to the window and bam, there he is with tiramisu and a very detailed spreadsheet on a date.
Has sat by your window and looked in a few times and felt super embarrassed and ashamed afterwards because he got an identity crisis and was thoroughly convinced he was a creep. You just found it funny. He likes taking you to places to stargaze and shows up excited and unannounced if there’s a forecast for a clear night sky or meteor shower. He keeps you close and points out the constellations until you fall asleep. Donnie comes by one night to drop off your watch he fixed…
The tall turtle swung down to land on your fire escape. He sighed. He hasn’t seen you in what felt like forever and he usually wouldn’t come by like this but he just needed to see you. He hadn’t even texted you in his haste. His excuse was dropping off a watch he’d fixed for you a good while ago and even he knew that was a poor excuse. How else was he supposed to just show up? It only just occurred to him as he was crouching on your balcony, gear in hand, that he could just… show up. You always loved seeing him. Why was he getting all shy now? He shook it off and peered in through the corner of the window to see whether he could come in. Immediately he caught sight of you dancing. You were swivelling around your bedroom, a pile of freshly washed and dried laundry on your bed. A candle burned on your bedside table, it filled your room with the scent of vanilla cake. You had your music on loud and were singing along as you methodically folded your clothes to put them away. Donnie stared. He pushed his glasses up as though pressing his eyes to the lenses would help him see you better. You were completely ignorant of his presence, humming away with a lost smile on your lips as you folded your clothes to put in your chest of drawers; you had each tray open to have easy access to each drawer and you narrowly avoided bumping your hip against them each time you waltzed back and forth between your bed and the rest of the furniture. Your speakers played a vaguely familiar song and you chucked a few clothes to the other end of your bed as you sorted through the pile of clean laundry. Donnie noted you were in shorts and an oversized shirt that he was pretty sure was his. You danced away, nodding your head along and pausing your singing only to curse when an item of clothing refused to fold right the first time. Donnie caught himself smiling. He was smiling like an idiot. You were unaware and lost in your own little world, gently kicking the bottom drawer closed to the beat of the song as you whirled back over to your bed to continue folding. The purple turtle wanted to burn the image on the insides of his eyelids. He dryly swallowed, licking his lips to wet them as he watched you. He couldn’t stand being so far from you. Without ceremony he pushed up your window. The noise spooked you, but the familiar scraping sound of Donnie’s staff against the window frame told you who it was.
“Donnie, wh- hi?”
“Hey y/n. Sorry to drop by like this, but I… wanted to give you your watch.”
Donnie fumbled in one of the pouches on his utility belt for your watch, and hastily handed it to you. You took one look at it, put it down and pulled at Donnie so he’d be at your height. You leaned up to kiss him.
“Thank you. But seriously, how long were you there?”
“…8 minutes. I just needed to see you.” Donnie sheepishly kissed your cheek and you sighed, a smile formed on your lips. He gazed down at you with a steady, warm expression. “I didn’t expect to see you dancing, though. Pretty awesome. You been holding out on me?”
You dropped your forehead onto his chest, hiding your face in embarrassment. “No. Forget everything you saw.” You laughed when Donnie let out a chuckle and looked up at him. He cupped your face thoughtfully. His eyes brimmed with affection and the spark of an idea that popped into his overactive brain. “You wanna dance? Let’s dance, love.”
You made to protest, but his gentle hands and softer look than normal made you nod. He clumsily leaned down to kiss the bridge of your nose. Oh, right, he had his shoulder cam. ‘Please let it be on’ was his only thought as he held you close to him. If it was, he was treasuring that audio and whatever visible video he could scavenge forever. The hopeless romantic in Donnie was alive and well.
A/N Literally stayed up all night I'm beat hope you like it
I fully believe in building other writers up and sharing writing that is truly good. Started reading this fic on AO3 a few weeks ago and I am glued to every update. There's this moment where Leo washes our FMC's hair that has had me in a chokehold. I feel like I've gone through all the emotions with this one. And I don't want to give any spoilers, but there is something that happens in the midpoint of the story that had me struggling for DAYS 😅 All the emotions!!
Just wanted to promote it because I want to see her get more hits, kudos, and bookmarks. Plus, we need more amazing Bayverse Leo ficlets out there!
So if you haven't started reading "Into the Underground" by Mallory8367 on AO3 yet, you should definitely start today! Haven't found her on Tumblr yet.
@thelaundrybitch @thepinkpanther83 @sophiacloud28 @adebauchedsloth @rhysspiecez @avery73 @milykins didn't know if you had seen this one yet, but I can't get enough of it. 😉☺️💙
Writing again, despite my ADHD doing everything in its power to derail me. Another fun prompt from the amazing @thelaundrybitch - this one was 'Scent of a Mate'. Be sure to reference the post below this one to see a visual of Leo with his new stripes by the incredible @towerofluin.
But this is Enhanced - all constructive criticism is appreciated because I'm really trying to grow as a writer.
Just read where adult red ear sliders stripes turn black as they age and now I need to see adult Rise Leo with black stripes instead of red please. 😬🔥🖤
I feel like he’d be such a drama queen about the red fading
So this art request stayed glued to my brain and @towerofluin absolutely nailed it. I’ve been writing and felt it was important to reblog this art because it is connected to the story. Still writing and editing, but for your enjoyment everyone, Leo with his black stripes. @thelaundrybitch Black and Blue
What do I even say about this one? Feels like I should have planned something, but I haven't. Honestly didn't know how I'd feel until it came time to actually post it, and now the time has come. I feel like I achieved a big goal, but also feel a little sad. It's a poignant moment for me.
I imagine I'll write (rant) at least a post or two about the story in general in the coming days. Just to give me an excuse to talk about it more, really. Themes, ideas, what I cut, plot ideas that I threw around to see what would stick, maybe ideas for these characters going forward, those kinds of things. If anyone has any questions they'd like answered, throw them my way. And if anyone feels so inclined, I'd love to know what you thought of the ending.
I'm so proud to have shared this, and thank you to everyone who has shown me support over the last (nearly) two years I've been posting this thing! Really, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I'll really miss writing this story, but here's to the future.
I got stuck writing the final chapter of Dog Days a couple weeks ago, so I swapped over to doing the final edits on the chapters that hadn't been published yet. Now that's done and I'm staring at the screen again and it's just...so hard. It's a damn epilogue. Everything is concluded now. This should just be happy fluff, easy right? Wrong! I know what the final scene is, but everything leading to there is like throwing stuff at a wall and seeing what sticks 😫 How have I written this much to fall down at the end? Arg. I'm frustrated. I'm ready to have this done 😩
Also not me realizing I have only a month to get it done (if it gets published on the schedule I set). So...
@adebauchedsloth over here casually dropping the latest chapter of “Dog Days of Summer” and just moving on with her day like my entire world doesn’t get knocked out of rotation when she does. This story has me so caught up! GO READ IT NOW on AO3, and bookmark it, and give it kudos, and leave a comment telling her it’s amazing…because it is. 💜
Too long to post in its entirety here, but there's a snippet below the cut. Also here's the chapter art. I actually drew this months ago and thank goodness because on Monday I decided that I needed to rewrite most of Don's section and that was fun trying to get that done before my self-imposed deadline of posting today 😅
Some springs were worse than others, and Don had never been more thankful that their growth had slowed enough so they’d stopped shedding every year. Shedding was not in line with his plans on wooing Elise, after all. For the last six years or so they’d seemed to rotate. One year it might be nothing, or just their carapace and plastron scutes (which was still irksome), but another year it could be ‘the whole package’, as they called it. Scutes, skin, all of it.
Last year was a ‘whole package’ year, which was particularly bad timing given that Mike was still recovering from his harrowing shell injury at that time. Thankfully the fractures had been relatively healed by then, so he was able to sit in the large soaking tub with them to ease the discomfort from dry, cracked, and peeling skin. Jeez, they really looked a mess on those years.
Despite them all being cranky and itchy and uncomfortable, a period of odd brotherly bonding always happened once shedding started. It sort of had to when you were spending long hours sitting in a warm soaking tub with your entire body peeling away dead skin and keratin and looking awful. The water soothed the worst of their discomfort and sped the shedding process along, but they’d carefully help one another with their carapace scutes. Though Hanna had personally supervised the removal of Mike’s last year. And considering the extent of what his injury had been no one had argued with her, even if it meant letting her come into the inner sanctum of the bathroom.
Thank goodness this year was not one of the full shed years then, though Mike was looking like he might at least shed his carapace scutes again. But that was to be expected as his healed, but damaged shell regrew itself. Hanna would no doubt want to supervise that again this year. She was rather protective of Mike in that way, and before Don had believed her when she said it was because she worked so hard to put him together again. Now he suspected more, and it gave him a not altogether unfamiliar little thrill of anxiety for his brother.
But shedding wasn’t the only physical change spring brought with it. No matter if they shed or not, spring always brought the stripes.
The transition between their normal, rather uniform green skin to the stripes happened relatively fast, a matter of two or three days, and each of them had varying levels of embarrassment over them. They showed up the most in the paler areas under their arms and inner thighs, but they were the brightest on their throats where they couldn’t be hidden easily. The stripes were vibrant, undulating patterns of light and dark green, along with that small flash of red that appeared at their temples. That at least could be covered with their masks, if they wanted.
Don knew they were markings to show their health and vitality to prospective mates, and their appearance always gave him an odd, unsettled feeling when he saw himself in the mirror. Like his worthiness to pass on his genetic material was up for all to see and scrutinize. Not that he could pass on his genes. Science and the number of chromosomes and all that made it impossible, but at this time of year…he couldn’t deny that he thought about what that might be like to be a father, and to pass on to his child what his father had taught to him. He much preferred it when his skin faded back into a subtle mottled green where the stripes were hard to see unless you really looked.
Would Elise look at him differently when she saw him? He knew that Hanna had said something about their springtime changes to her on his behalf a while ago, to which he was grateful, but it was so…unnerving…to have such a blatant sign plastered over his skin and to not have mentioned it before. What had he been doing? Proverbially pulling his head into his shell, that’s what.
Still, he had to face it. He was a man with a plan now, and maybe it was the buildup of hormones giving him confidence, or maybe he was just finally ready, he wasn’t quite sure, but he eagerly counted down the days until her arrival. Just a comparatively short amount of time before he could (he fervently hoped) kiss her again.
Go read this now, go reblog this now, go bookmark this NOW!! This story was already beyond amazing, this chapter pushed it up to phenomenal! @thelaundrybitch @thepinkpanther83
This is me shouting out for EVERYONE to go bookmark and read @adebauchedsloth story “Dog Days of Summer”! Go. Do it now. She just casually dropped chapter 41 on AO3 and I am unhinged at that cliffhanger!!!!!! 😩🤯🤯 Go, read, leave all the comments, kudos, and bookmarks. THIS STORY IS AMAZING! 💜💜
A little late to the party, but here is my contribution to the monthly writing prompts from @thelaundrybitch - "Cold Hands, Warm Mouth". Had to give Mikey the title since he doesn't show up a lot in this one, but this is Brummer
Ask art request? Harley and Leo reading a book together with his head looking over her shoulder and her snuggled up in his arms. His arms wrapped around her waist. Warm candles, soft glow, book propped up on her knees. It’s a head cannon I have of spending time reading with Leo. Just feels warm and snuggly and oh so happy.
Hellooo. I just wanted to say that I discovered your writing in like the last 24 hours and I'm obsessed. I've read Veritas (A-FREAKING-MAZING) and now I'm working through In Dreams. I haven't read a FanFic that reads like a real novel in a long time! Your writing style is so smooth. I can clearly see the scenes playing out, and I am literally reading the chapters at the edge of my seat, wondering what could happen next. You've got me hook, line, and sinker in this story.
So, long message short, you're writing's amazing, and thank you for putting these Fanfics out into the world!! 💙
🥹 thank you! I’ll be honest I’ve had a lot of self doubt lately and then I read your message and it was such an encouragement. Thank you for sharing your kindness. 💙💙💙
Wanted to do something short, cute, and fluffy for Halloween since it's my favorite so I branched out and went with Michelangelo! The little cinnamon roll has been bouncing around in my head for way too long. Keep reading under the cut or HERE on my AO3.
You were starting to get worried. You had never seen Mikey so quiet, focused, and still before. He wouldn’t let you see what he had been working on, his tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration as he carved. Whatever his jack-o-lantern design was, he was taking it seriously. You looked at your own pumpkin and smiled at the cute outline of the ghost you had carved. It was adorable.
Plucking up your courage you decided to finally ask what was on the ball of energy’s mind.
“Mikey,” you whispered trying not to spook him and failing as he jumped and made eye contact. “You OK?”
“Oh…uh, yeah…why?” He asked suddenly suspicious and twisting his pumpkin even closer to his chest.
“You haven’t said a word in almost twenty minutes and with the way you’re forehead has been puckered you’re going to have a chasm between your eyes if you keep it up,” you giggled.
“I’m almost done,” he said quickly…too quickly. “It’s something I’ve been wanting to show you for a while and I just want to get it right.”
“If you say so,” you said, smile fading when he again took up focusing on his pumpkin instead of talking to you.
Tonight was supposed to be a chance for the two of you to finally get some one on one time. Mikey was your best friend and the turtle you spent the most time with. In truth you wanted to spend all of your time with him. He had been in your life since saving you from a group of thugs on your late night walk home from work almost five years ago, literally dropping in and stopping them in their tracks. Call it wonder or shock you hadn’t reacted like most humans they saved and he had stuck around to make sure you were OK until detective Jones and several other officers had shown up. His brothers had shown up shortly after and the rest was history.
You still got a chuckle from the look of confusion on Leo’s face when he had turned up to find you laughing on a nearby stoop at his brother’s impressions. Mikey was always trying to make you smile or laugh or feel carefree. It was one of the reasons why he was so easy to love. He truly just wanted to see you happy. And when Mikey was happy it was like no force on earth could dare bring sadness close. You had long ago admitted to yourself that he held your heart, but you never said a word for fear that it would cost you your dearest friend.
Staring across the table you observed the slope of his cheeks, the way his nose scrunched up when he was concentrating, the way he carefully held the carving tools after you had so detrimentally bent yours with your carelessness. No matter what his brothers said, Mikey showed care when it mattered. You could feel your cheeks flush with color the longer you stared. He really was a wonder to behold and you loved every minute you spent with him.
Seeing him pull his tongue back in his mouth and sit back observing his work you realized he must finally be finished. But then a curious thing happened, you watched his face morph from concentration to nervousness. What was he thinking now?
“So before I turn this around I should probably explain first,” he started. You gave him your full attention. “I love when we get to spend time together, and when I asked you to carve pumpkins with me tonight I didn’t mean it as like…a friend thing…I meant it as…a date…thing.”
Here he paused and you felt your heart ramp up it’s beats per minute. Was he…was he finally making a move? Could it be that your feelings were returned??!! Whispering your name he finally made eye contact and turned his pumpkin around. The words “Will you be my boo?” were carved into the front.
Smiling you looked down at your own carving of a ghost and decided to answer him the same way. You took the little carving knife and began to quickly carve out your answer. Finishing you looked back at him to see that he was clearly nervous and panicked. You turned it around and watched his face bloom with a smile as he saw the word YES carved right beside your ghost. Reaching across the table he grasped your hand and held it tight.
When his brothers came home to find the two of you cuddled under a blanket on the couch whispering with the lights turned out and your pumpkins glowing, you heard Raph’s over the top approval of your decision.
“It’s about time!”
Happy Halloween
@thelaundrybitch @thepinkpanther83 (thanks for encouraging me to branch out to the other turtles) @stellaspectral @sophiacloud28 @adebauchedsloth @milykins (because I know you enjoy Mikey 🧡)
Also, if you went building jumping with them, it wouldn't be that cute bridal carry stuff. They need their arms. You gonna be thrown over the shoulders like a sack of potatoes.
