I LOVED your scent marking hcs! What if, on the way to visit their bf, s/o is caught in rain, and a guy friend/coworker lets her borrow his jacket. Just jealous and possessive teetles and Y/n who doesn’t realize they smell like another guy
Hehehehe. I have some silly thoughts about this!
It started to rain and you don't have an umbrella. Thankfully, a friend from work let you borrow his jacket. It smelled like his cologne, but it was better than getting soaked. Once at the lair, though, your turtle of choice is NOT happy to smell another man's scent on you.
(Turtles are 20+ for this headcannon. Reader is 20+ for this headcannon. Reader is gender neutral. Established relationship.)
Raph would take the jacket off you, very gentlemen like, then offer you a towel to dry off with. While you're distracted, Raph would hold the jacket and glare at it. "Raph doesn't know you, but you are NOT welcome in this lair." Then throw the jacket somewhere away from you. Expect to be cuddled by the big guy.
Donnie's first instinct once the jacket is off is to incinerate it. Stop him or it WILL be destroyed. He will then offer his own jackets (clearly of superior quality) for you to use. "Your colleague need not worry about your well being. For I, Donatello, have a fix!" You should reassure him that he is the only turtle for you.
Leo is a menace. He'll be very suave and take the jacket while you clean up... and portal said jacket to Tahiti. "Oh noooo. The jacket was portal jacked or something. But don't worry, Leon's got it." He'll then give you his favorite blue hoodie and offer to snuggle with you on the couch. Movie marathon to ensue. (Hope that coworker/friend didn't like that jacket cuz it's not coming back.)
Mikey would be the most reasonable. He'd slip the jacket off you, fold it up... and leave it somewhere as far away from the lair as you'll allow. He'd then offer some tea and snacks to warm you up. "I made some orange cinnamon tea with honey, and I've got dinner in the oven. I'll make sure you're nice and cozy, baby." Expect to be nuzzled excessivly.
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Here's another short story inspired by my scent marking headcannon. Enjoy!
Donnie x Reader
Word Count: 1,188
(Donnie is 20+ for this fic, Reader is 20+ as well. Reader is gender neutral.)
Donnie had been a little wary when you two first met. But after offering to help him in the lab or the garage, he happily welcomed your presence. He appreciated the extra hands for his various projects. Donnie also appreciated how you listened to him, on both instructions and his info dumps. He was happy to fix any of your electronics, maybe even upgrade them with his genius tech.
But something had shifted within the cortex of the tech turtle. Mayhaps it was the way you sat attentively as he informed you of some new fact. Perhaps it was how you helped him with his inventions (whether it be voluntary or not). Or, perchance, it was the way you looked at him when he was just working, impressed and in wonder. Whatever it was, the genius found himself utterly infatuated with you. But how could he confess? He was a mutant turtle, and you a human. It couldn’t be… could it? Well, biology had other ideas on the matter.
It seemed to start after Mikey had been laying on top of you in the living area. The younger turtle had been sketching while you scrolled through your phone. Once in a while you’d show Mikey a cute pic from your social feed and you’d gush together. Donnie envied how easy it was for the younger turtle to just enjoy your company. You had gotten up to grab a snack, and Donnie caught his brother’s scent on you. That made him grind his teeth. He followed you to the kitchen, rubbing his chin in thought. When you asked him what he was thinking about, Donnie gave the excuse of examining your sleeve and shoulder for his records. You knew he recorded everything, and often studied many things with his mystic enhanced goggles, so you agreed. Donnie hemmed and hawed as he touched your sleeves and shoulders… scientifically of course ( and with his scent now thoroughly all over your shoulders). Once Donnie was satisfied, he thanked you for humoring him and returned to his lab. But not before seeing Mikey was sitting beside you instead of on top of you.
The next time you visited, Donnie had a little gift for you. He had noticed you shivering in his lab, so he decided to give you his fourth favorite hoodie. When asked, Donnie stated that it didn’t feel as good as the others against his soft shell. Not like he had been wearing it for an entire day, making sure to rub his cheeks around the neckline, shoulders, and torso area. He would never! You accepted the gift and slipped the hoodie on. Donnie made a small pleased sound at the sight (and now smell) of you in his hoodie.
When you and Donnie were hanging out for a video game night, you had decided to play a new co-op game together. Both of you were in his room and sitting before his computer set up. The soft shell was bopping to the in game soundtrack beside you. You were on a particularly difficult puzzle. When you eventually solved it, you both cheered at the victory and high-fived/high-threed each other. As you moved through the game, Donnie had started to scoot his chair closer. You asked Donnie what he was doing.
“A closer proximity can enable superior teamwork.” He quickly explained.
“Whatever you say, bootyshaker.” You huffed with a laugh, teasing him for his game handle.
“What? You know I like to jammy-jam.” He smirked, shimmying his shoulders.
Your laugh made his heart flutter like the migrational pattern of a thousand monarchs. As you two continued playing, Donnie bunted his cheek against you.
“Thanks for being a good gaming partner. My brothers… They would have gotten frustrated by now.” Donnie mumbled.
“No probbles.” You smiled, “I like hanging out with you.”
He could see the true enjoyment of your time with him. It made him happy, and it showed in how he danced in his chair and wiggled his toes in time to the game’s music. Bunting was an accepted form of contact, and would be a constant occurrence from Donnie.
One night, Raph was showing you some of his favorite Lou Jitsu moves when Leo burst into the dojo.
“DID YOU TOUCH MY OFFICIAL JUPITER JIM SAVES THE MOON LIMITED EDITION TOWEL?!” He asked, an accusing glare at Raph.
“Oh. Sorry, Leo. You left it in the bathroom and I needed to dry my face.” Raph apologized, rubbing the back of his neck.
“You KNOW this is my favorite towel! How could you?!” Leo dramatically pouted, rubbing his cheeks all over the towel. “I will remember this, hermano!”
After Leo left in an over dramatic huff, you turned back to Raph.
“Okay, Leo looked dry. So why was he rubbing his face all over his towel?” You asked.
“Oh. That’s cuz he was scent marking. We do it to some of our stuff to say ‘Mine! Don’t touch it!’.” Raph explained.
You blinked at him a few times as the new information settled inside your mind.
“So wait… When you guys rub your cheeks on something, you’re scent marking?” You wanted clarification as moments started to replay in your head.
“Pretty much.” Raph shrugged, “Rub our cheeks on somethin’, or get the scent on our hands and then rub our hands on it.”
You had a certain purple clad techy you needed to talk to.
Donnie was working on his battle shell when you walked into his lab.
“Salutations. Since you’re here, could you hand me-” Donnie started.
“You’ve been scent marking me. For months.” You interrupted him.
It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. He quirked a drawn brow at you.
"Scoff. I was simply stating a fact.” Donnie crossed his arms, justified with his excuse.
You raised your own brow at him.
“You are my preferred companion, therefore you needed my scent!” He claimed.
You could see the nervous sweat forming on the soft shell.
“Donnie…” You started in a warning tone.
He sighed, slumping in his chair.
“I… like you. Okay?” Donnie mumbled his confession, “I didn’t know how to bring it up or tell you with this whole situation.”
He gestured to all of him.
You couldn’t stay mad at him. Sure, you were a little frustrated with him for basically claiming you without telling you. You approached him, gently resting your hand on his shoulder. Donnie stiffened, swallowing the lump in his throat. He turned his head slowly. Once his eyes met yours, you cupped his cheek with your hand.
“You should have at least told me.” You huffed, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb.
Donnie couldn’t help but lean into your touch.
“Then, do you suppose…” He looked at you, vulnerable and nervous, “I may… ask you out?”
The warmth of your smile made Donnie melt like mercury in your hand.
“Of course, Donnie.” You smiled, “I’d love to go out on a date with you.”
And then you made his brain short-circuit as you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. The absolute dopey grin on Donnie’s face made you smile even more.
I love all the scent-marking writing you have! If it’s not too much trouble, could you write headcanons/a ficlet for if, before they know what scent marking is, the reader notices how physical their turtle boy is being and starts being physical right back? Boy leans on them, they lean on boy, boy nuzzles them, they nuzzle boy, etc. Thank you for your time, I love your work!
Hmm. I could give it a whirl...
You've noticed your turtle has gotten a lot more physical recently. Not that ypu mind, of course. You just assume that's how he's showing affection. Might as well give the same energy. Little did you know, your turtle of choice had been secent marking you. ... Oh well.
(Turtles are 20+ for this headcannon. Reader is 20+ for this headcannon. Reader is gender neutral. Established relationship. Mainly romantic headcannon.)
You had noticed Raph following you. Strange at first, but you just chalked it up to him beimg protective of you. Which he is! But then, he started bumping into you. A small nudge here, a tap there. It became his way of greeting you. So you started doing it back. The first time you did it, the big guy had been startled. After a few more, it just became routine. If either of you entered a room the other was in, gentle physical contact was made. Then Raph got even more... we'll say assertive. His touch would linger. His head would rest atop yours or on your shoulder. He even started ro guard you. It wasn't until Donnie had to point out Raph was scent marking you that you felt silly for not realizing it.
You had noticed Donnie being in your personal space more often. It started with the softshell bringing whatever project he had into the same room as you. No big deal, guess he just wanted some company. Then came the nuzzles. Which, wasn't bad per se. Just different. If you were on the couch, Donnie would nuzzle your shoulder with his snout. Guess that was how he showed affection. It was only fair you did the same. The first time you nuzzled him, Donnie chirrped and hid in his lab. You waited until Donnie initiated nuzzling before doing the same. Then came the full body leaning. It was startling the first time the softshell had made full body contact, but it happened so rarely you let it pass. So you just started leaning right back. He had to supress his churrs when that happened. When you did some research on softshell turtles, you finally realized the boy was scent marking you.
You had known Mikey was the most physically affectionate of the Mad Dogs, but something cranked it up to 11. Boy had decided anything he was doing had to include you. Making art? Wanted to be in the same room as you and get your critique. Cooking? You are now a taste tester. And he was just as physical. Some part of Mikey was on you most of the time. Head on your shoulder, arms or thighs touching if you were sitting close by. You just shrugged and gave the same back. Which only delighted the box turtle. After researching box turtle behaviors, you realized he was trying to show scent mark and show affection.
Leo was always a flirt with you, but at some point decided you needed more. He had become even more attached to you. Literally. If you were in the same room, his arm would be around you in an instant. It'd start woth Leo circling arpund, giving that same cocky vrin amd saying how you must have missed him. The other thing he did, he'd tickle your chin or cheek with his fingers before resuming whatever he was doing. So you started to do the same. Leo chirruped the first time you fluttered your fingers against him. Wore a dopey smile for the rest of the day. After some research on red-earred sliders, you realized the boy was marking you and HARDCORE flirting.
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Another ficlet based on my scent marking headcannon. Enjoy!
Leo x Reader
Word Count: 1,189
(Leo is 20+ for this story. Reader is 20+ for this story. Reader is gender neutral.)
The first time Leo met you, he HAD to use a one liner. And when you laughed? That sealed the deal for his friendship. Leo was more than happy to hang out with you. Whether it be for late night pizza runs, catching a movie, or just reading comics. Need transport? Leon’s got it. Forgot something at home? He’d just portal it for you. You could always depend on him to have your back!
But something changed Leo’s perspective of you. Maybe it was how he could always get a reaction out of you for his jokes and one liners, no matter how bad they were. Maybe it was how you sent him videos of magician acts because they reminded you of him. Or maybe… it was how he didn’t have to try so hard to get your attention. Even if you were hanging out in his room reading comics, he’d catch you looking at him with a soft smile on your lips. Whatever it was, the red-eared slider was now head over heels for you. But one teeny-weeny problem… he had this whole situation going on *gestures to entire self*. How could he confess his feelings to you? It’d be ridiculous! Somebody should tell that to instincts…
Leo had been reading his comic in a bean bag chair, when he noticed something. Raph’s scent was all over you. Raph had been showing off how he could carry you and still get chores done. Seems the snapper had tucked you under his chin. Which had been far too close for Leo’s liking. So now? He had to up his game. If you two were hanging out, his arm would be slung over you. Just hanging around the lair? Expect Leo to be right beside you. Going for a walk to grab some pizza? Well, he HAD to hold your hand. What if you got swept away by the crowd? Er, something something, purely tactical, something something… So what if his scent ended up all over your arm or your waist or your shoulder?
Leo had decided to invite you to an impromptu sleep over. And by that he meant asking you that night while you were hanging out in his room. You told him it was a little last minute, and you didn’t have your stuff for a sleep over. He psh-ed at you with a classic “Leon’s got it” as he opened a portal to your room. You grabbed some pajamas and your tooth brush before hopping back to the lair. Leo stood there, proud of himself. He asked if he was your hero, or was he your hero? At your eyeroll, he pouted. Leo placed his head on your shoulder, big puppy dog eyes at you, and mumbled that he wanted to be called your hero. …Pretty please? You gave him a fond smile as you told him (with only a little sarcasm) that he was your hero. Leo looked more than pleased at that as you two settled in for the night. Expect “hero” and “champion” to become part of your regular vocabulary with Leo.
You had perched yourself on top of the counter while Mikey gathered ingredients from the pantry. Leo wanted to make himself a cup of tea. You were in front of the cabinet. Rather than have you move and interrupt, Leo had a better idea.
“Hey, I’m just gonna grab a mug. Don’t mind me.” He smirked, moving into your space.
“Leo. I can move, ya know.” You huffed, trying to slide past him.
“It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine!” Leo waved, placing a hand to your shoulder to keep you in place, “I’m just gonna…”
He was practically leaning on you now, his cheek brushing against your head as he reached for the cup. Leo made sure his cheek brushed your temple several times to put his scent on you.
“Aha! Got it!” Leo proclaimed when he finally had a finger around the handle.
He moved away from you then, happily sauntering off to boil some water while whistling a jaunty tune. You looked at Mikey, your hair slightly tousled and shirt rumpled. Mikey just shrugged as he got dinner started.
You were in Donnie’s lab, the techy turtle upgrading the graphics card on your laptop, when Mikey rushed in.
“Donnie! Did you use my apron?!” The orange clad turtle exclaimed, looking outraged.
You were almost afraid he’d bring out Dr. Delicate Touch.
“Ah. Apologies, Angelo. I had a… mishap in the kitchen with some expired yogurt.” Donnie shuddered at the memory, “Your apron was the closest item to remove the offending product.”
“But you know it’s my favorite!” Mikey whined, rubbing his cheek and chin against the fabric.
“I promise! I shall clean it for you.” Donnie smiled, grabbing the apron with one mechanical claw and patting Mikey on the head with another.
Once the box turtle had left, you turned to Donnie.
“What was with Mikey and his apron? I don’t think most people want the smell of ‘eu du expired yogurt’.” You joked, adding a terrible french accent.
“Oh. Michel was simply scent marking. We do this with some of our favorite items.” Donnie explained.
“Wait, like cats?” You scoffed, giving him a look.
“More sophisticated, but yes. Clothes, items, boxes, spots on the couch, people…” Donnie listed.
Your brain stopped short.
“I’m sorry. Did you say… people?” You asked.
“Yes. I thought you knew that since you had Nardo’s…” Donnie trailed off as he noticed your expression. “Oooooh… You didn’t know…”
Leo had been relaxing on his bed, reading a Jupiter Jim comic, when you slammed the door open.
“Heeeeey. What’s-” Leo started, until he saw your face.
“You’ve been scent marking me?!” You hissed, taking a step into his room.
“Euooh boy…” Leo grimaced.
You marched up to his bed, standing over him with your arms crossed.
“Well? Care to explain, Leonardo?” You scowled.
Oh, you proper named him. He was in trouble.
"Look... I probably should have told you, but look on the bright side! Now you and everyone else knows you're with me!" Leo tried.
Evidently that was the wrong thing to say as it only seemed to make you more upset.
“Okay.” Leo sighed, sitting up, “I… like you. Have liked you. For a long time.”
Leo looked into your eyes, far more open and vulnerable than he let himself be.
“I just wanted the guys to know how I felt about you.” He mumbled.
“Why didn’t you tell me how you felt?” You questioned.
“Because I’m a mutant turtle and you’re a human?” He had a self-depricating smirk on.
You sighed at that, before doing something Leo didn’t expect: you hugged him. His head was near your chest.
“Leo. You know that doesn’t bother me. I like you for who you are.” You ran your fingers over his scalp, gently caressing until you tipped his head to look at you, “And you know what that is?”
Once you saw his brow raise in curiosity, you smiled.
“My hero.”
Leo practically melted against you as he gave the loudest churr of his life.
Hellooo! I was fascinated by your scent marking HCs for the boys :]
It made me wonder how each of them primally express affection according to each of their individual turtle species. Did you know red-eared sliders "tickle" their mates faces to show affection by fluttering their little claws? Snapping turtles do a lot of gentle nudging with eachother with calm proximity and also happen to be very protective of smaller turtles (rare), while spiny softshells love to stack up on one another like pancakes (who knew) and just basking close—turtle parallel play! And lastly, box turtles are very affectionate with nuzzling (like the slider and softshells), and are often in proximity to their mates or familiar turtles. Lots of mirroring movements too and eating together!
Oh... Oh that's SO CUUUUUUUTE! Thank you for the information Anon!
I knew about the red-eared sliders doing the "tickle" and fluttering, but not the others!" (keeping this in my mind for future writing)
So I'm not sure if this an ask buuuuuuuut...
Natural Affections!
(Turtles are 20+ for this headcannon. Reader is 20+ for this headcannon. Reader is gender neutral. Can be seen as platonic or romantic.)
Leo: He'll flutter his fingers against you. If he can tickle your neck, he's gonna go for it. Your laugh is the best sound. Expect sudden flutters throughout the day as he passes by. Chilling in the living room? Flutter on your cheeks. Hanging in the kitchen? Flutters on you. It's annoying (adorable).
Raph: Bunting. Elbow nudging. Light hip checks. Raph knows he's a big guy, so he'll be gentle. But there's gonna be a lot of physical touch between you two. And if you're smaller than him (which most folks are), he's gonna be on guard dog mode.
Donnie: Beware, if you are laying down, he'll lay on top of you.
"What are you doing?"
"I have a need for your attention. And companionship."
He'll also hang out with you. Sure, he'll be on his phone or working on a new project. But he'll still be close by. He'll even invite you to his lab or garage while he's working. Just because he's doing something else doesn't mean he won't engage in a conversation with you.
Mikey: Nuzzling. So MUCH nuzzling. He will be sitting by you no matter what you're doing. And food? OHOH! This boy can COOK and you will be eating it together. Picky eater? He'll make you safe foods to enjoy. Don't matter? You're gonna get dragged into the kitchen to taste test recipes.
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(Turtles are 18+ for this scenario, reader is gender neutral)
Ok, so hear me out:
Turtle of choice scent marking you.
Like, you've known the turtles for months and you've been hanging out with them. But one brother in particular has taken a shine to you. And you don't know they're doing this until MUCH later.
For Raph, he's putting his head on top of your head. Just resting his chin there and slightly rubbing. Or he'll give you one of his teddy bears (that he has put his scent all over). Maybe he'll sit extra close to you on the couch, arm behind you, and will occasionally rub your shoulder with his cheek as a sign of affection.
For Donnie, it's more subtle. Maybe he's got an old pullover that no longer feels good and gives it to you. He just happened to have been wearing it for a day and rubbed his face all over it before gifting it to you, NBD. Once in a while he'll just... bunt his head into your shoulder. Just to show that he is acknowledging your presence. Don't look into it too hard. Maybe he'll be examining your sleeve closely, after rubbing his chin in contemplative thought and then touching said sleeve (getting his scent all over that sleeve now).
For Leo, this boy is ALL up on you. He's holding your hand, standing close to you, leaning on you. He will rub his face onto you, asking to be called your champion or hero or whatever else while pouting and giving puppy dog eyes. He'll also try to be a smooth and just... "Oh, hey there. Just gonna *leaning over or around you, pressing his body against you to grab something* Aha! Got it!" And then leave like he wasn't just using you as a support platform.
For Mikey, he's just gonna be hugging, leaning, and nuzzling you any chance he gets. Hanging on the couch? Cuddling. Cooking in the kitchen? Nuzzling your shoulder or maybe guiding you with his hands. Hanging in his room while doing art/gaming? You're a pillow now.
And then one day, one of the other brothers is shouting about someone touching their things and just... rubbing their face all over it.
You ask what's up with that, and then get the explaination of scent marking. And realize that your turtle of choice has been basically putting out the signal saying "THIS IS MINE! DO NOT TOUCH!"
And when you confront them?
"S-sorry... I just wanted everyone to know that I like you."
"Scoff. I was simply stating a fact. You are my preferred companion therefore you needed my scent!"
"Look... I probably should have told you, but look on the bright side! Now you and everyone else knows you're with me!"
"Sorry about that. I just... REALLY really like you. And wanted the others to know that I like you. Forgive me?"
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Just found your blog and AHHHH it’s so cute with the cute writing and the cute art and AH I love it!!🩷🩷🩷
I didn’t see anything saying your requests were close so I’m gonna pop in here, but if they are and I just missed it feel free to delete this!!
Do you think the boys would be jealous of like- idk your male classmate or coworker? ESPECIALLY when the boys themselves are in the crush stages. What if this random human boy sweeps you off you feet?? Swoons you and takes you away from them?? AHHH idk i just think it’d be cute, maybe it’s not, you don’t have to🩷🫣
Hmmm. Let's see what I can do...
You have been going to school/work and recently noticed one of your classmates/coworkers is fairly attractive. When you commented on that, your turtle got VERY nervous. He likes you, and doesn't want you to get seduced by someone else!
(Turtles are 18+ for this headcannon. Reader is 18+ for this headcannon. Reader is gender neutral for this headcannon. Established relationships. Romantic headcannon.)
Raph would try to show how helpful he can be. He's strong! He can carry whatever you need! He also knows how to take care of people (having to help raise his 3 younger brothers). Plus, he's very responsible. Please comfort the big guy.
Leo will pull out all the stops. Date nights at fancy restaurants, movies, walks in the park. Ya wanna go for a stroll in Paris? Portal for his amor. And let's not forget all the posing, flexing, and showing off he'll do. Think the other guy is attractive? Well get a load of this turtle! Tell him he's your Champion and the only turtle for you.
Donnie will be offering his tech and mechanical services whenever you want. Any small complaint you make, he will find a way to fix. Complain about a mild inconvenience? He will have a fix for you. Tell him ypu like him for him or you'll be in a smart hime by the end of the week.
Mikey is a sweet guy. He'll pout about aome other person trying ro steal your heart. But Dr.Feeling's knows it's your choice. ...Which is why he'll be making all your favorite snacks and foods! He'll also make some beautiful art pieces for you to take home. Tell him your honest feelings and he'll be putty in your hands.
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Here's the ficlet following my scent marking headcannon! Enjoy!
Mikey x Reader
Word Count: 1,145
(Mikey is 20+ for this story. Reader is 20+ for this story. Reader is gender neutral.)
Mikey was MORE than excited to make a new friend when you first met. Not only did he have someone to taste test his recipes, but it also meant he had a new person to talk to and hang out with! Mikey had the ability to always put a smile on your face. He’s just the sweetest guy you know. Need someone to vent to? Dr. Feeling’s is there to help. Or need a reality check? Dr. Delicate Touch will get your mind right. Video games, movies, art sessions, Mikey was down for it all!
But somehow, Mikey started to see you in a new light. Maybe it was how well you two just vibed together. Maybe it was how you genuinely critiqued his art and food, saying what you liked and where he could improve. Or maybe… it was how Mikey could just talk to you about anything. New recipes he wanted to try, ideas for art, and even deeper subjects like his fears and hopes for the future. The ornate box turtle had a huge crush on you now. Slight problem: He’s a mutant and you’re a human. It’d be crazy to think you’d go for him. Instincts, however, decided that didn’t matter.
It seemed to hit Mikey that he liked you when you came to hang out in his room. He could smell Donnie’s scent all over you. You had asked Donnie to prove his claim to “bootyshaker9000” and show off his dance moves. Mikey greeted you with his usual hug, but the turtle added some extra nuzzling. You didn’t mind. You knew Mikey was by far the most affectionate of the brothers. You simply patted his shell and carried on. You sat beside Mikey’s bed to check your social feed. Mikey, who usually sat on his bed to draw, joined you instead on the floor. He then rested his head against your shoulder. He just wanted to spend more quality time with you (or at least that was his excuse). This wouldn’t be the last time. Any chance Mikey got to have you as a personal pillow/cuddle buddy, he would take it.
Mikey had invited you for a gaming session at the lair. You two had taken residence up on the couch. Mikey had made snacks and was currently pressed against your side as you struggled with the boss fight. He was encouraging and cheering you on the entire time. With only 1 HP left, you finally defeated the boss! Mikey whooped as he hugged you, rubbing his cheek into your shoulder. He knew you could do it, as long as you believed in yourself! You smiled at that as you pet his head, earning a happy chirrup from him. As you continued through the game, Mikey stayed beside you. When you asked if he was comfortable, he gave an affirming nod. You let him be, not bothered the contact. And Mikey was happy to just continue nuzzling you the rest of the night.
Leo, Donnie, and Raph had all gone out for the evening. Even Master Splinter had his own plans, as well as April and Cassandra. So what did that mean for you and Mikey? Free reign of the kitchen baby! He was finally going to try the mushroom risotto recipe without any interruptions. And who better to taste test it than his favorite sous chef? Why, you of course! Mikey was prepping the base sauce and he asked you to wash and chop the mushrooms. Every now and again, Mikey would just nuzzle his cheek against you in thanks. If he needed to move around you, he’d place his hand on your arm or your shoulder.
“Thanks for coming over and helping with this. The guys can be a little picky when it comes to food.” Mikey smiled as he plated up the meal.
“Happy to help, Mikey. Besides, it gives me a chance to taste your cooking!” You beamed.
When the sauce hit your tongue, you couldn’t help but hum in pure appreciation.
“It’s so good Mikey! Another 10/10 meal!” You gave him a thumbs up.
“It’s not as impressive as Rupert’s…” He started.
“Hey! What has Dr. Feelings said about self-deprication?” You pointed with your utensil.
“That it starts and stops with you.” Mikey sighed, giving you a fond look.
“Exactly.” You nodded, before giving him a soft smile, “Besides, your cooking is JUST as good. And I’m happy to remind you of that.”
You went back to your meal, missing the look of adoration Mikey had on his face.
Leo was showing off his skateboarding skills, when Raph grabbed him by the shell and lifted him up to his face.
“Did you touch Sir Stuffington?” Raph asked, glaring at his brother while holding up said teddy bear.
You couldn’t help but snicker as Leo seemed to sweat under his older brother’s scrutiny.
“Eheheheh oh boy…” He mumbled.
There was a moment of Raph staring down Leo before the blue boy relented.
“Okay! Okay! Donnie dared me to do it!” Leo flailed.
Raph unceremoniously dropped Leo as he rubbed his face on the stuffed animal.
“Raph will remember this.” The big guy stated, before stomping away grumbling.
You watched as Leo picked himself up and dusted off his plastron.
“What was that? With Raph and his bear.” You wondered.
“Oh that? I had rubbed my scent all over his bear.” Leo explained, then smirked, “Jokes on him, I still got twenty bucks.”
Your mind paused at that.
“Scent?” You repeated.
“Yeah. It’s just something we do to say ‘THIS IS MINE’.” Leo turned his face and pointed to under his jaw, “We’ve got these neat little glands that let us scent mark when we rub our faces on… things.”
Your mind was replaying several interactions now. Leo moved out of the way when he saw realization dawn on you.
Mikey had been peacefully painting, when he heard you shout.
“MIKEY!” You practically roared.
The box turtle squeaked as he popped into his shell and clattered to the floor. He heard your footsteps aproach… and then you knocked on his shell.
“...Chello?” He greeted, only his eyes visible from inside his shell.
“Have you been scent marking me?” You asked, hands on hips as you looked at him.
Mikey sighed. Turtle was out of the bag now. He popped out of his shell and stood before you, looking sheepish and guilty.
"Sorry about that. I just... REALLY really like you. And wanted the others to know that I like you.” He pouted, "Forgive me?”
It was… SO HARD to stay mad at him. You relented and pulled him into a hug.
“Okay. But you owe me.” You huffed, petting his shell, “Preferably with a date.”
Mikey wrapped his arms around you to reciprocate the hug.
“You got it, baby.” He churred, nuzzling into your neck.
Raph
