Ciao! can I please request headcanons for the bayverse turtles with a gender neutral S/O where theyāre hanging out one day and they have music playing on shuffle, but then the reader suddenly starts crying because they used to listen to that song all the time when they were little and it just hit them right in the childhood? Comfort ensues šš½šš½ please. and thank you.
Thanks for the request! This took a little while because itās my first one and I wanted it to be nice UwU and I enjoyed playing around with the bois being comforting since Iāve never really done that before. Hope you enjoy šā„ļøš§”šš @sleeplessdreamer14
Youāre laying on the couch reading while Leoās doing katas about ten feet away. Every now and again youāll look up at him, smiling as his practiced movements resemble a dance. Mikey left some playlist running in the background on his boombox before disappearing to make food, and normally music with lyrics makes it difficult for you to read but you were only really half paying attention to the book. You almost enjoy watching Leo practice more anyway.
The music barely distracts you, at least until you hear thatā¦ familiar intro. The rest of the world kind of fades away as the song takes you back years.
Nostalgia clogs your senses, eyes watering before you know it and a lump forming in the back of your throat as you try to hold back from crying. You close the book in your lap and let the music fill your senses. Itās been a while since youāve heard this one. Memories resurface and you try to simply blink away the tears, but itās inevitable, they fill your eyes until your vision is watery.
āHey,ā you look up to see Leo sitting down next to you, his eyes filled with concern but voice gentle and comforting as he asks, āWhatās wrong?ā
āItās dumb, butā¦ this song justā¦ takes me back,ā you respond quietly. āI used to listen to it a lot when I was younger.ā
You wipe your eyes with your free hand just as Leo takes your other hand in his. His warm, strong, big hand in yours makes the tears easier to swallow. You squeeze his palm reassuringly and he moves a little closer to you before you continue talking.
āIt reminds me of the places I used to go and the friends I used to have, feels like a lifetime ago, when things were lessā¦ complicated.ā
Leo perfectly understands the wish for things to be easy, and he understands how it feels to not want to carry responsibilities. He knows what itās like to have a weight on your shoulders. And so, instead of telling you itās dumb or offering simple platitudes, he presses a kiss to your knuckles and nods in understanding.
āI miss it,ā you say simply.
āIf itās any consolation,ā he starts. āIām glad that youāre here now.ā
You look up at him with watery eyes but youāre wearing a crooked smile at his remark. The song still plays on in the background but right now youāre more focused on the way the terrapin kisses your forehead and buries his face in your hair. You feel his inhale taking in your scent and you smile against his collarbone, relaxing against him.
Yeah, you still miss your old friends and family, when things were easy and you bore less of the world on your shoulders. But for now you have him, and really, what else do you need?
Raphās got his workout playlist on while you sit next to him, bantering back and forth with him as he does his routine. The music is a surprisingly varied mix, you didnāt expect to hear the couple of 80s pop and early 2000ās girl band songs that you did. You teased him a little about it at first but it was all well meaning.
You donāt really notice what song is playing until about halfway through the first verse. You know this song too well. Itās been a long time since you last heard it, though, and maybe thatās why it affects you the way it does now. Raph had been saying something, but his voice kind of fades away as your focus shifts to the music and the memories it brings back.
Flashes of your childhood flit past your mindās eye. The good, the bad, the in between, and all the other things you thought you had forgotten about. You donāt even realize thereās tears in your eyes until theyāre falling, running hot trails down your cheeks and itās too late to try and hold them back.
āHey, hey baby, whatās wrong?ā Raph must have noticed you go quiet since now heās kneeling in front of you with so much concern on his face. āYou okay? āS it somethinā I said?ā
āNo! No no no,ā youāre quick to reassure him and he relaxes, but only minutely since itās clear youāre still upset. āI-Itās stupid, donāt worry about it.ā
āāEy, donāt say that, whatever it is, it aināt stupid,ā his hand sets itself gently on your knee.
āI just used to listen to this song as a kid a lot, takes me back.ā
Heās sat down in front of you now, cross-legged just as you are so your knees are touching his, āThat aināt stupid.ā
His hand brushes away the tears from one side of your face, your own hand coming up to dry the other side before you lean into his warm touch. The way his hand cups your cheek comforts you immensely.
āFeels stupid to cry over it.ā
But he knows what itās like to miss the innocence lost with age, so he pinches your cheek lightly and playfully in disagreement, bringing a smile to your face even as you push his hand away.
āI can turn it off if ya want,ā he offers gently, and you hesitate before shaking your head no.
āItās fine, Iāll be fine,ā you respond.
āWhatever ya say, shorty.ā
And with that you two are right back to your usual lighthearted teasing. He leaves a chaste kiss on your forehead before he goes back to working out, the memories fading away to make room for the new ones you make with him. He makes sure to remember exactly what song it is, though, and you donāt consciously pick up on this fact but you never actually hear it from any of his playlists again after that moment.
You two often sit in peaceful quiet. Donnie will work on his projects, you sitting there on your phone or working on your own stuff, occasionally handing him various tools when he needs them. Heās often got something going on in the background, usually podcasts or heavy music when heās alone, but always soft music when youāre around so he doesnāt miss if you say something to him. Like now, with him under the truck fixing something and you sitting cross-legged a few feet away playing a puzzle game on your phone. Youāre waiting patiently for him to be done. Bed time for you two was about an hour ago now but you know how important this fix is for him and that it should really be done tonight. So you donāt press the issue but you are ready to sleep.
You donāt often notice the music heās got playing unless itās a song you really like or dislike, itās just some shuffled Spotify playlist that he thinks fits the vibe of today. But you notice immediately when that song starts playing. Itās so familiar to you, after listening to it so much in the past, that it would be shameful not to recognize it now.
Your vision goes blurry as your focus shifts away from your current self. Youāre reminded of the past, the radio in your old house, your parents, the way they always had the same station playing in the house and in the car and at cookouts. Youāve heard this song so much now that it immediately throws you back into the past. It happens so fast you might as well have whiplash, but you just get misty eyed instead.
Your bottom lip trembles, warm lines running down your cheeks soon after and Donnie notices quickly that something is up when you donāt respond to his request for the torx screwdriver. He slides out from under the truck but you donāt even notice at first. The music has all but consumed you now.
āY/N? Darling, whatās wrong?ā Heās immediately at your side, a large hand gently on your bicep pulling you back to reality.
You look up at him but realize that itās a little hard to see him with the way the tears have pooled. He canāt help but think that, even though he hates hates hates seeing you upset, that those tears make your eyes glisten so beautifully under the lights.
His other hand not on your arm comes up to brush the tears away as he repeats the question now that heās got your focus.
āI used to listen to this song a lot as a kid,ā you supply an answer softly, gaze falling from his. āJust makes me sadā¦ I dunno why, I guess it just kinda hit me. Sorry.ā
āNo, no, dove, donāt apologize,ā he says. āI understand and youāre alright, Iāve got you here, now.ā
His sugar sweet words and oh so gentle hands comfort you. You offer a watery smile before moving into his arms, letting him wrap his arms around you. You return the hug the best you can with his shell in the way, face tucked into the crook of his shoulder, and he can feel the way more tears fall from your eyes and onto his skin. He doesnāt mind though, he simply holds you. He enjoys just holding you even if heās never admitted it out loud before. He likes knowing he can be there for you.
And he may not fully understand how your memories attached to this song make you upset, but he understands the pain and will do anything to make you feel better.
His hands run over your back, soothing trails on your shoulder blades over your shirt. Then heās reaching for a remote he set nearby to turn the radio off. He doesnāt even need to ask you anything to know when you want his hands back on you.
āYouāre the best,ā you say when your gaze has fully refocused and the tears have calmed.
āNo, actually, I think thatās you,ā he responds, before pressing a kiss to your hair and deciding to bring you to bed, putting off the truck repairs for grumpy morning-Donnie in favor of treating you like a queen now.
You and Mikey will play a video game together quietly with music on in the background. Sometimes youāll lay on his chest and watch him play, but in times like this, when the week has been rough and you both need some quiet down time, you lay on opposite ends of the couch with your legs tangled together playing a multi-player game that relaxes both of you. Tonight itās Minecraft, and though you both like the music of the game, youād both agreed on having a playlist on too.
Youāre mining out a coal deposit in the game when you hear that song come on the background. Mikey notices faster than any of his other brothers would that something is off. He can practically smell how the air around you sours.
Childhood memories flood back to you as you recognize every line of the song as it plays, pulling you back and away from the now. Good memories give you life vests in the flood, bad memories tie weights to your ankles. Youāve paused in the game, your character just staring at the block wall. People, places, events, all of it suddenly overwhelms you as the music plays.
Mikey is on you in seconds though, throwing himself into your arms as soon as he notices that thereās an issue. Youāve got a lap-full of buff turtle man pulling you back into the present.
āBabycakes, you smell grump, whatās wrong?ā He says while littering chaste kisses across your face.
He doesnāt even give you the time to get truly upset, let alone start crying, as heās so in-tune to your emotions that heās always right there to comfort you.
āIām okay, baby,ā you responds, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. āJustā¦ thinking about childhood stuff. This song reminded me of it.ā
āThis song?ā He says, suddenly jumping up.
You donāt know where heās going but can see the humor practically dripping off of him. He storms up to the boombox, blatantly glaring at it. While watching him poke the speaker a few times like heās threatening one of the many criminals he often fights, you canāt help but smile. Heās so lovely, and always knows how to make you laugh.
āYou!ā He snaps at the machine like itās sentient, the same song still playing. āWhatād you say to my girl, huh? Punk? Wanna act like a tough guy now? Too late, fella.ā
You laugh as he jabs his finger at the skip song button and it changes to something different. You like this song, Hopeless by Khalid, Mikey likes it too. His attention is recaptured when you laugh at his antics. He smiles at you before making his way back over to the couch, crawling easily back into your arms as you continue giggling.
He kisses you before booping your nose, āDonāt be sad about the past, cherry tomato, we got the whole future ahead of us.ā
āYeah,ā he says, offering no further explanation as he relaxes on top of you with his controller, easily shifting back into the game.
Heās quick to go from one thing to another, but you can tell heās truly there for you when he continues to lay his head on you, announcing that heās coming to find you in-game. Every now and again he presses a little kiss to your stomach or chest, wherever his lips meet in that moment. Your confusing and bittersweet past is left buried under your love for your beautiful, caring, protective terrapin.
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