Saturday Morning (Michelangelo x Reader)
I know...I need to finish the last part of Consolation Prize—I swear, I’m working on it! I also have a MASSIVE Transformers fanfic I’m working on on another site that needs my attention desperately. I’ve been so scatter brained lately that it’s hard for me to concentrate on any one thing. It sucks! So, I’ve drummed up some Mikey angst. I’m sorry!
P.S. Not sure why I always make April the bad guy, lol. Guess she’s just an easy target.
Saturday mornings were the best.
They’d always been Michelangelo’s favorite ever since he’d been very young. It was the one time out of the week their dad and Leo let them sleep in. No morning training. No hurry to get up and get ready. No battle over who got to use the bathroom first. There was no rush and nowhere he had to be. Saturday mornings were slow paced and lazy, full of pancakes and morning cartoon marathons. Of course, that wasn’t Michelangelo’s favorite part of the Saturday morning routine...at least, not anymore. He’d found a much more fulfilling way to spend those early morning hours.
A sleepy smile found its way onto the turtle’s face as he burrowed deeper into the warmth of his blankets. Thoughts of you...his baby, his angel...filled his mind. You always stopped by the lair on Saturday mornings, a bright smile on your beautiful face, arms laden with fresh pastries and hot coffee or cocoa from your favorite local cafe. You’d greet his father and brothers, all of whom were much earlier risers than himself, before making your way to his room.
“Mikeeeey,” you’d practically sing his name as you’d plop down onto the bed, nearly collapsing on top of him. Working your way under his mound of covers, your small, slim fingers would seek out his unprotected sides, knowing just where to dig into the sensitive skin to send him into a fit of giggles. “Time to wake up, Sleeping Beauty! I brought goodies...”
He’d capture your arms, pulling you further down into his cozy, little nest and hold you close. “Just five more minutes, sweetness!”
Five minutes would turn into ten. Ten minutes would turn into fifteen. Fifteen would turn into twenty as the two of you cuddled and laughed. Your fingers would trace nonsensical patterns on his plastron while his own busied themselves playing with your hair. He’d nuzzle into your neck, breathing in your scent, and steal a kiss or two—still amazed that he was allowed to do so, and dreaming of doing so much more—as the two of you made plans for the rest of the day...and, oh, Mikey had plans. Yes, he wanted to cook breakfast with you this morning, play video games, teach you to skateboard, snuggle on the couch and watch a movie or two, but he was also thinking about next week. Next month. Next year!
Michelangelo may have been the jokester, the free spirit, but he was 100% serious where you were concerned. Honestly, he still couldn’t believe you’d agreed to be his girl. He was a turtle, a mutant. He lived in the sewer and you...You were the most beautiful and amazing creature on the face of the Earth in his eyes and he was certain you could have had any man you wanted, but you’d chosen him. Him!
He hadn’t said the words yet, not out loud, but he loved you so much that it hurt in the most wonderful way. Oh, but he wanted to tell you. He had for a while now...even before you’d made the transition from friends to something more just a short month ago. He wanted to hold you close and smother you with kisses and pour his little turtle heart out to you and tell you how wonderful and perfect he thought you were, but was afraid it was too soon and the last thing he wanted to do was scare you away. He couldn’t imagine loving anyone the way he loved you. He may not have been the most fearless, the strongest, or the smartest of his brothers, but he was definitely the most in love.
As if his thoughts had summoned you, he heard his bedroom door ease open and close just as quietly, followed by the padding of feet drawing closer to where he lay. He didn’t open his eyes or roll over, but his smile grew and his skin tingled in anticipation of getting to hold you again. He heard the soft rustling of fabric and felt the bed dip down as a slight weight settled in behind him and curled against his shell. A very human, very feminine arm circled around his shoulders and he felt a pair of soft lips press against the back of his neck.
A content churr rumbled up from his chest as he relaxed into the affectionate gesture. “I was just thinking about you, babydoll.”
A giggle was his response followed by a seductively asked, “Oh, really?”
Michelangelo’s eyes snapped open and, shrugging off the intimate embrace, he quickly rolled over to face his bedmate. Surprise registered on his face as he stuttered, “A-April?”
“Mmhmm...” a coy smile played on the woman’s lips as she attempted to wrap her arms around the turtle’s neck and press in close for a proper kiss.
Mikey wasn’t sure he’d ever moved so fast in his life as he scrambled backwards. In doing so, however, he became tangled in the covers, pulling them off the bed with him as he fumbled, and ended up sprawled on his back on the cold concrete floor, rocking slightly side to side on his shell as he tried to right himself. “What-What are you doing?”
“Michelangelo,” April cooed as she rose from the bed. “What do you think I’m doing?”
Mikey managed to push himself up into a sitting position to address his friend, his blue eyes widening for a split second before he hastily slapped a large, three-fingered hand over them. This situation made absolutely no sense in his mind and panic was rapidly setting in. Why him? Why now? Had the world gone mad? “You...you’re naked!”
“Yes, I am,” a breathy laugh left April’s throat as she crawled toward the downed ninja and moved to straddle his lap. She tugged at his arm. “Mikey...you can look. Touch if you want...” She grabbed the hand that wasn’t covering his eyes and pressed her bare breast into it.
“No, no, no...” Michelangelo shook his head rapidly back and forth and tried to jerk his hand back but April clung tightly. “Dudette...you-you need to stop and p-put some clothes on! I don’t...I can’t...”
“It’s okay,” she insisted, pressing herself against his plastron. “I want you to...”
“You don’t understand,” Mikey whined, as close to hyperventilating as he’d ever been. “This isn’t...We can’t....”
“I understand perfectly,” April giggled. “It is and we can...”
“No! I-I have a girlfriend!” Michelangelo managed to blurt the words out and was relieved when April stiffened and pulled slightly away. He quickly removed his hand from her body and peeked cautiously between his fingers to find a look of confusion plastered on her face.
She demanded, “You have a what?”
“A...a girlfriend,” he carefully repeated, slowly lowering his hand as April finally grabbed one of the blankets tangled around them and covered her chest with it.
“A girlfriend?” April repeated the words slowly as if trying to make sense of them. She huffed, “Since when?”
Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Mikey couldn’t help the goofy grin that stretched across his face at the thought of you. Your name left the ninja’s lips in a breathy sigh. “We’ve been together since about a month ago.”
“I...” April struggled to find words. “What? But...” she shook her head. “Then...what’s with all the flirting, Mikey? All the pet names?”
“I didn’t mean it, not like that!” Michelangelo shook his head in denial and raised his hands in defense, “That’s just how I talk. I was just...being friendly!”
“Friendly?” April looked at the turtle in disbelief. “I thought...the way you act, I thought you liked me!”
“I do...as a friend,” Michelangelo quickly insisted. “You’re like...family! Yeah! My sister from another mister!”
“Sister?” April laughed, but there was no humor in it. She shook her head once more, feeling her face redden with both embarrassment and understanding. She should have known. Yes, the youngest turtle was flirty whenever she was around, but he lit up like a damn Christmas tree whenever you walked in the room. With you, he wasn’t so much flirty as he was doting.
Now that he’d mentioned it, it was plain as day how deep the turtle’s feelings for you ran. If it wasn’t the dreamy look in his blue eyes every time someone so much as mentioned your name, the way he constantly talked about how wonderful you were to anyone who would listen should have been enough to clue in even the most dense of observers. She sniffled, “Oh, my God...I’m an idiot. I’m—I’m sorry, Mikey. I don’t know what I thought I was doing...”
Mikey was surprised to see tears welling up in her eyes. “Aww...don’t cry, angel cakes.” He was nothing if not a forgiving guy and he hated to see anyone hurt. This was a misunderstanding—a horrible, awkward, mortifying one—but April was his friend and he figured he was as much to blame for the miscommunication as she was when he thought about it. He’d do better in the future, he promised himself, make it perfectly clear that he was a one woman kind of turtle. He cautiously adjusted the blanket that was tangled around her, carefully covering anything he shouldn’t see, and wrapped the embarrassed woman in a hug as he tried to lighten the mood and dispel the horrible awkwardness between them. “You’re not an idiot. I should be sorry. It’s hard to resist the charms of Magic Mike.”
April did laugh, then. “It really is.” She pulled away from the turtle, sniffled, and wiped her eyes. “I really am sorry. I didn’t know. I-I’m happy for you, truly. You two make a great couple.”
“Thanks, Ape,” the turtle answered sincerely. “I’m a lucky ninja.”
“Well,” the woman sighed, “she’s a lucky girl.” A pause, and then, “think we can forget this ever happened?”
Michelangelo grinned, “Forget what?”
Relief spread over April’s face. “Thanks, Mikey. We’re still ok?”
Mikey nodded in understanding. “Always.”
Some of the tension left her frame. “Guess I should probably get dressed and get out of here, huh? Don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.”
“Yeah,” it was Michelangelo’s turn to feel relief. His voice was soft and reassuring as he agreed “I think that would probably be for the best.”
At that very moment, two things happened simultaneously...almost as if in slow motion. April leaned in for one last apologetic hug while at the same time Michelangelo’s bedroom door swung open. It was a perfect storm.
“Mikeeeey!” You bounded into the youngest turtle’s room as always, a bright smile on your face. “You better not still be...sleeping?” You froze completely at the sight that greeted you. It took a moment for your brain to catch up to what your eyes were telling you. A plethora of emotions bombarded you as you tried to process the scene. You blinked, trying to dispel the image, but it remained unchanged. Yes, Michelangelo was still sitting on the floor in a mess of blankets with his arms wrapped around a very naked April O’Neil.
You weren’t smiling anymore.
“Oh, my God!” April let out a gasp of surprise, her face going pale as she quickly clambered off of Mikey’s lap and bundled herself up in his sheets.
A look of sheer panic settled itself on Michelangelo’s face as he quickly thrashed his way out of the tangled covers and jumped to his feet. “Sweetness! This...this isn’t what it looks like! I swear!”
Your mouth opened and closed as you struggled to find your voice, but a large, bitter lump had already formed in your throat making speech impossible. Your eyes burned as they filled with tears that slowly spilled over your cheeks. Never in a million years would you have ever expected something like this, not from Mikey. He wasn’t that kind of guy. At least, you hadn’t thought he was. Had you been wrong? Your gaze flitted between the pair, eventually setting on April who looked slightly nauseous and shaky as she quickly pulled her clothes on. She wouldn’t even look at you. It was like a bad dream that you couldn’t wake up from.
Your eyes snapped back to your boyfriend. Well, the guy/turtle you’d thought was your boyfriend. The man you loved, and who you’d been pretty sure had loved you, too. You hadn’t spoken the words to each other, but there’d been so many times you’d wanted to tell him. He wasn’t human. He wasn’t the classically good looking jock that so many other girls your age seemed to swoon over, but you’d thought him handsome in a peculiar way the very first time you’d met. It had been his personality that had sold you on him, however, and the two of you had become close friends. It wasn’t until a particularly competitive game of Mario Kart had ended in a tentative kiss that you realized he may have felt the same way about you. He’d made it so easy to love him.
Too easy, perhaps, now that you were faced with the current situation.
“Please, baby, just l-let me explain...” Mikey sounded like he may burst into tears as he took a couple slow steps towards you, as if afraid any sudden movement would send you fleeing. His arms extended as he reached for you. “I-I know this looks b-bad...”
You shook your head, twisting away as he tried to pull you close. Bewilderment blossomed into anger as you snapped, “don’t touch me!”
The turtle flinched as though you’d slapped him. “It’s not what it looks like,” he repeated once more in desperation and looked toward April for help, his eyes pleading for her to back him up, to confirm that this was just a horrible mix-up and miscommunication.
April, now fully clothed, pressed herself against the wall and stared wide eyed at the pair of you. Her eyes brimming with tears...as if she had a reason to cry. “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t know.”
With no further preamble, the pretty reporter bolted for the door, scooting by you quickly, not even looking at you as she made her escape. Your fists clinched at your sides as you struggled to resist the impulse to grab her by the hair, drag her back into the room, and beat her skinny ass. You restrained yourself...barely.
The sound of a ragged breath drew your attention back to the room’s other occupant. Michelangelo looked utterly betrayed as he stared at the space April had vacated. His bottom lip quivered and tears pooled in his eyes as he turned his attention back to you. Under normal circumstances, the look of sheer anguish and despair twisting his boyish features would have pulled at your heartstrings now, however, it only made you sick to your stomach.
“Why?” You managed to croak, “why, Mikey?”
“No, no, no,” he denied, the tears finally too much for his eyes to contain and making wet streaks down his green skin. “It’s not like that!”
“She was naked,” you hissed. “You were holding a naked woman!”
“I know,” Mikey sniffled.
“Not just any woman, April fucking O’Neil! What am I supposed to think,” you demanded.
“She came to me,” the ninja babbled, trying hard to get it all out, to make you understand. “I was in bed thinking about you and the next thing I know April’s in here and she’s naked and we’re on the floor and she’s sitting on my lap telling me to touch her.” The turtle shook his head, “but I didn’t want to. I told her to get dressed and leave! I told her I had a girlfriend! I told her about you! She apologized but looked so sad and embarrassed and then she started to cry and I felt so bad and—and, yeah, I hugged her, but that was it! She gonna leave right before you walked in, but then you were here and, and...” he trailed off into a stream of unintelligible gibberish punctuated by sobs.
You scoffed, finding his explanation utterly unbelievable.
“Nothing happened,” he insisted between ragged breaths. “I promise! I would never, never do that to you! I-I don’t even think of April like that! You have to believe me! You’re—you’re my one and only!”
You sniffed, wiping your nose on your sleeve. “You expect me to believe that she just came in here, got naked, and tried to molest you?”
“Yes!” The turtle nodded, hoping you’d understood and that the two of you could put the whole, horrible incident behind yourselves and salvage whatever was left of the morning. “I swear, sweetness, it’s the truth. I wouldn’t lie to you!”
“Do you think I’m stupid, Mikey?”
Michelangelo’s eyes went wide and he shook his head vehemently back and forth. “N-no!”
“I should have known better.” Tears were flowing freely now, down both your faces. You shook your head, a grimace pulling down the corners of your mouth. “I should have seen this coming.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” he insisted, his blue eyes pleading for your belief. “Im not a cheater! I’m not that kind of turtle!”
“That’s what I used to think,” you murmured brokenly. “I trusted you, Michelangelo. I loved you!”
The ninja’s breath caught in his throat and a spark of amazement lit inside his eyes, warring with the panic and hysteria already there. “You...you l-love me?” He breathed the words as if he couldn’t quite believe them.
“I thought,” you mused sadly, “I thought maybe you loved me, too.” A look of pain settled itself on your face. “I guess it doesn’t matter now, does it?”
“N-no!” The turtle reached for you again, stopping when you scooted away once more. “It-it matters! I-I love you, too! More than anything! More than pizza! I’ve wanted to tell you for the longest! Please!”
“Save it, Mikey,” You shuffled backwards toward the door. Your fingers gripped the knob, turning your knuckles white as you wrenched it open. “I really thought we had something special. I hope she was worth it.”
“Wait!” Mikey wailed out your name as you turned on your heel to leave. He could feel his heart shattering in his chest as he watched you flee the lair. All his hopes, all his dreams went with you. He fell to his knees, his large hands covering his face as he wept into them. “Come back,” he sobbed. “I love you!”
Saturday mornings were the worst.
