A/N: Written because my own sleep schedule is currently non-existent, so I’m projecting onto the guys.
Enjoy! 😊
CWs: Sleep deprivation and all of the fun things it entails. But mostly fluff, otherwise. All characters are aged-up.
LEO
Leo handles your sleep deprivation with a mix of jokes and hidden worry. At first, he’ll try to match your loopy energy, finding it hilarious that you’re laughing at jokes that aren’t funny.
But then you get clumsy. If you trip over something or almost drop a hot mug because your hands are shaking, his “face-man” persona drops instantly. A sharp jolt of anxiety hits him when he realizes your fragility compared to his.
He gets incredibly soft and attentive. He’ll lean over you, gently taking whatever you’re holding out of your hands. “Okay, the lights are on, but nobody’s home. Time to wrap it up.”
He uses his portals to cut out any walking distance. Need to get to the couch? Portal. Need your pajamas? Portal. He’ll lay down with you, pulling you close and tracing soothing patterns on your back, whispering ridiculous, low-stakes stories in a hushed voice until your brain finally shuts off.
RAPH
Raph operates on big-brother survival instincts. The moment he notices bags under your eyes or sees you stumble, his overprotective meter goes off the charts. He does not care about deadlines; he cares about your health.
You try to wave him off and say, “I’m fine, Raph, I just need to finish this—” and your eyes literally fall shut for a second mid-sentence.
He goes into complete, loving, non-negotiable shutdown mode. He sighs, scoops you up under one massive arm like a sack of potatoes, and ignores your sleepy, weak protests.
He carries you to his room, piles every single plushie he owns around you, and sits right by the door or bed so no one (specifically Leo or Mikey) can make noise and wake you up. If you try to get up, a giant green hand gently but firmly presses you back into the pillows. “Sleep. Now.”
DONNIE
Initially, Donnie is the worst person to have around when you’re sleep-deprived because he treats it like a shared lifestyle choice. If you’re pulling an all-nighter for school or work, he’s right there with you, building a hyper-caffeinated espresso machine or offering you energy drinks.
The second you start losing cognitive function—mumbling nonsense, staring blankly at a wall, or crying because your computer is “breathing”—he shifts into clinical mode.
He has Shelldon run a biometric scan on you. “Fascinating. Your reaction time mimics that of a legally intoxicated human.”
He’ll forcefully take your keyboard away, save all your work, and usher you to his bed. He’ll give you premium noise-canceling headphones and a weighted blanket, lecturing you about the glymphatic system while tucking you in.
MIKEY
Mikey views sleep deprivation as a direct threat to your soul. To him, a tired S.O. is a sad S.O., and he takes it as a personal mission to nurse you back to optimal levels.
He asks you a simple question, and you just blink at him for ten seconds straight before replying with something completely unrelated.
He gasps dramatically, hands on his cheeks. “Oh no. Your vibes! They’re depleted!”
He whips up a comforting meal full of carbs to induce a food coma. While you’re eating like a zombie, he’s already prepping the ultimate sleep nest on the couch with the softest blankets and aromatherapy mist. He’ll put on a low-volume nature documentary and gently brush your hair until you pass out.
request: hi hil! I read your work and it was amazing! I was hoping you would write the rise boys with a vigilante s/o? (Gn) but the boys don't know that yet and one day s/o is fighting the foot or someone, you decide, then their turtle bf shows up and helps them. S/o forgot they were in costume for a minute before running to their turtle in shining shell and kissing them, so it turns into a whole thing and s/o unmasks themself, how do the boys react??
🝮 “ sun flare ”
rise!mikey x vigilante!g/n
author’s note: the way this has just been sitting in my notes for how long?? Gosh.. I sure did miss writing for yall, and not a day’s gone by that I haven’t thought about it.. This is.. Part two of four for the vigilante request? Let’s see if I can actually finish those other two haha!
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Bored in the lair, Mikey aimlessly walks towards the living room couch with his phone in hand. He scrolls through contacts until his thumb hovers over your name.
“ Hmmm… They might be busy today, but it never hurts to ask! ”
After shooting you a text to hang out and waiting patiently on the couch for nearly an entire hour, he eventually rolls off the cushions and onto his feet to find something to distract himself. At least until he hears back from you.
This eventually leads him straight to Donnie’s doorstep (roomstep?).
“ Ohhhh Donnie~! ”
In a sing-songy tune, Mikey invites himself into his brother’s room. Donnie doesn’t spare him a glance but rather a swift raise of his hand waving acknowledgement of his presence.
“ What’re you doing? ”
Mikey inquires as he comes up and drapes his hands over Donnie, resting his chin on his shoulder while his eyes flit across the large display. It looks like different camera angles, all showing various spots across town.
“ Just keeping an eye on the city. There has been a vigilante out doing our job lately. ”
“ Oh! Do you mean Sun Flare? I love them! ”
Donnie lulls his head towards Mikey then rolls his eyes.
“ I don’t know if you notice, Mikey, but too many heroes on the scene can jeopardize our position. ”
“ How? It’ll just make it safer in my opinion! ”
“ Opposing morals and values, lack of cohesive coordination, heroic malpractice, rise in alarm to local human authorities—why, there’s such a rich litany of ‘what can go wrong’, mon frère! ”
Donnie’s fingers skirt across the keyboard rapidly, shuffling in and out of the camera angles. While Mikey didn’t know exactly what he was looking for, he did perk up at a bizarre sight he caught in one camera angle before it vanished.
“ Wait! ”
He cries, straightening up and pointing at the right corner display.
“ Go back, Donnie—go back to that last one! ”
Furrowing his brows in confusion, Donnie obliges nonetheless. As he swaps to the previous angle, Mikey idly taps Donnie’s shoulder and shakes his head, muttering ‘ no, not that one, the other one… no, the other… ‘
Backtracking two more displays, Donnie nearly leapt out his skin as Mikey pointed aggressively and shouts.
“ STOP! … See? There, that’s Sun Flare! Oh, they’re fighting the Foot—see Donnie? They’re helping! ”
Mikey’s hands rest on Donnie’s shoulders, shaking him vigorously. He watches starry-eyed as the vigilante holds their own against the Foot Recruits. It was exhilarating, up until the point where they seem distracted by something at their side. The vigilante rummages in their pockets, pulling out a phone. For only a moment, they leave themselves open, unaware of a grunt sneaking up behind them.
“ Gasp! Sun Flare, no, behind you! Behin—!! ”
Mikey sucks in a breath so sharply that Donnie winces and covers his ears, grumbling ‘ ow, knock it off ‘.
As the vigilante, Sun Flare, is dragged away by the recruits, Mikey looks just about ready to jump through the image.
“ Donnie, where is that? I have to go help them, Sun Flare’s, like, my most favorite hero ever! ”
“ Firstly, legally speaking, they’re a vigilante, not a hero, and secondly, you’re better off letting it go. The displays on the bottom are just old recordings. The middle and left column displays are my ‘live displays’ ”
“ WHAT? Donnie, how long has it been since that happened?! ”
With a swipe of his mouse, Donnie props his elbow on the desk and leans his cheek into his hand.
“ Eh, looks like it’s been about an hour. ”
Groaning, Mikey’s hands drop from Donnie’s shoulders to his chair’s back and shake it rather obnoxiously.
“ Dooonnieeee!! Come on, I have to save them, do you know where they took Sun Flare?? ”
Swatting away his brother, Donnie growls out an ‘ okay, okay! stop it! ’ and makes quick work of locating similar recordings that may have captured the Foot recruit’s escape.
To no one’s surprise, he’s able to follow it right back to a shady looking building. The video display shows them hauling the vigilante in, along with a couple of mutants and random crates. Donnie leans in, squinting at the scene.
“ Is that… the Foot’s hideout? What’re they doing with all those mutants? ”
“ Thanks Donnie, you’re the best! ”
Mikey is quick to scurry right on out the room before his brother can even stop him.
Donnie rises from his chair and drops the mouse. He shouts for Mikey to wait, but unfortunately the orange-banded turtle was much too far to hear.
——-
Unbeknownst to dearest Mikey, you were actually a step away from freedom already.
Like dum-dums, those Foot grunts had tossed you into a cell without any second thought, slammed the gate closed, and went on to whatever else they did at homebase.
Completely unaware of you having swiped their keys during your dramatic flailing.
“ What a joke. This is supposed to be the nefarious group terrorizing the city? They’re obviously not bright enough. ”
With your back flat against the wall, you peek around the corners to scope out the coast before snaking a few tools from the small bag you kept adhered to your thigh. Several mystic trinkets filled it, all that you had gotten your hands on a little over a year ago with Mikey’s help. They were neat little things, depending on how you used it.
Hold them between your hands long enough to melt into a lotion-like substance, and you got yourself an insanely-strong adhesive—you commonly used this for stealth missions like this, scaling up walls and crawling on the ceiling. In absurdly large corridors like those of the Foot’s hideout, the likelihood of someone noticing you up there is hilariously low.
You were intending to continue up the walls to a window out and then scale down and escape.
Escape was within reach, and you were fully prepared to get out of here without a second wasted.
But! You unfortunately overheard an interesting tidbit between some grunts.
Something about a clumsy, stupid mutant?
You crawl a bit lower down the wall, closer to the room to hear better what they were talking about. Back when you were fighting them, right before you got a test message, you did notice they seemed to be targeting and capturing mutants for some reason. And there was a cage of them, too, when you were being brought to your own little cell.
What were they up to…?
“ I can’t believe they want us to waste our time on this ugly mutant. I mean, look at this, who’s he think he is? An artist? The next Picasso? ”
“ Oh, cringe. What shitty art.. Why do they want us to get the littlest one of those turtles anyways? ”
“ I heard it’s because he’s the dumbest and the easiest. ”
The guards snicker in their office, wasting their time as they threw jab after jab towards what you assumed was a file of sorts on Mikey.
…
Escape be damned. You were beginning to boil in your skin listening to them.
Was a lousy couple of grunts from a crappy group called FEET really badmouthing your beau? His stickers are adorable, and he IS an artist—a talented one at that! Cuter than they could imagine!
So, remember those cute little mystic toys? If you want to use them for some offense-based power, pop one in your mouth. Don’t swallow, just chew. Grind it between your teeth until it sounds like pop rocks, and you’re ready.
You slap some more lotion-like substance around your boots for good measure, and aim the tips of the toe to the door frame. In one swift motion, you free fall for a second, cross your arms out of annoyance, and swing into an upside down hang in the doorway.
“ For a couple of Chatty Cathy’s, you sure make it easy to get ambushed. ”
As the grunts try to respond to your sudden appearance, you grind your teeth once more against the substance, then spit a piece of the chewed wad towards the grunts. As the orange mass mixes with the air, it sparks increasingly until it collides with the counter. You kick off the door frame and land on the ground with one hand steeling your balance, and rise.
The explosion knocks the guards to their feet as you ready to fight them, only to find out they were weak enough for that simple attack to do them in.
“ Oh come on, no way.. That’s so embarrassing for you two.. ”
Unfortunately, it did alert nearby guards into coming to investigate. Cursing under your breath, you look around to see there were no other ways outside from the way you came, and already Foot members were closing in.
Relax, just a couple more items from your pouch, a few quick combats, and then you’re out of here!
“ It’ll be fiiiine… ”
Tiredly, you went into the hallway and prepared to fight the oncoming waves of grunts. Maybe you weren’t up for this, but you wouldn’t go down without trying first. Your stance was unsteady, fighting spirit having diminished from the absurdity of the two trash talkers going down so quickly.
“ Ugh.. I just want to go home and see Mikey.. ”
You pout, lunging to sock the first grunt in the jaw before dropping to the ground swiftly to dodge a grunt from behind. His strike instead hit another Foot member. While you might’ve held your own for a few hits and dodges, there was only so much the infamous Sun Flare could take in a day before they were… well… Kaput.
Once someone caught grip of your wrist, then your ankle, you sighed and relented, already working on Jailbreak pt.2.
That is, until a distant battle cry pierced through.
“ WA-HOO! ”
As suddenly as it was heard, a huge explosion of debris followed. The wall crumbled like paper as some hunkajunk car rolled through and knocked down half of the crowd like bowling pins. With the setting sun filtering in, an all-too-familiar frame stood triumphantly in its beams. Once his joyous eyes settled on you being held by measly Foot recruits, his expression soured, and he launched into action.
His movements were almost too quick to follow as he pounced the enemies down, usually in one fell swoop of his fiery weapon—did it have a name? It sure did have personality.
“ Sun Flare, watch out! ”
Instinctively, you swung your arm back, elbow colliding with a grunt who tried to take advantage of your distraction. Quickly, you stumbled backwards and ended up colliding back to back with Mikey.
“ Don’t worry, Sun! I’m a huge fan. Oh, and I’m Mikey! Wait, less tally, more fighty! Sorry, I’m so excited!! ”
Your chest swells with affection, filling you up with warmth as his simple presence rekindled your fighting spirit.
“ Right! ”
You shout, electricity crackling behind your eyes as you shot forth to the crowd before you, hands dipping into the pouch at your leg to take out a particular mystic weapon shaped like a shovel. Swipe once at the ground, and—
“ Agh! ”
“ Whoa! The floor?! It’s—“
“ It’s moving! ”
The ground ahead of the cut would immediately contort and melt into a semi-liquidy form. The tack upon your shoes still worked enough for you to take a leap to the wall, running sideways against it as you chewed a couple more pieces of the mystic gum.
Mikey turned, watching with big eyes as he recognized the stance you were assuming. Like a true fan boy, he couldn’t help but shout out the same signature attack name you had been caught saying on multiple recordings across the city.
“ FLARE SEED BLAST! ”
“ FLARE SEED BLAST! ”
Kicking off the wall, momentum swung your body upside down as you positioned your hand around your mouth like a tight chamber for the lodged attack to pump out of. Similar to a BB gun, the wads from your mouth shot amongst the crowd and set off a chain of explosions resembling miniature sun flares blooming.
You intended to catch yourself and land coolly against the ground, but instead you were shocked to feel warmth wrap around you and a sturdy chest hold you secure. Mikey had caught you, touching down in the position you were imagining—one knee against the ground and your fist planted for balance.
For a few seconds of the fight coming to a settle, you remained in his embrace, cheek pressed firmly against his plastron. Your eyes trailed up to his face, a strong, stoic expression washing across the floor to make sure the battle was through.
As he snapped out of it and looked down at you, his expression melted away to something akin to embarrassment.
“ … Ah—! Sorry. ”
Mikey shot up and let you to your feet, his gaze suddenly avoiding you as he stammered around his words.
“ I-I saw them—you, well, when, it was hours ago! You’re my favorite hero, so I just, and uh— Well—“
As his words came out completely wrong, fatigue washed over you. He was such a hero, even rushing to your rescue. There was no doubt in your mind that he was the farthest from an idiot. Truly your sweet, beloved artist..
Your body moves on its own, quick yet soft, pulling Mikey into an embrace to place a gentle kiss upon his lips.
“ I missed you.. ”
You mutter, staring lovingly into his eyes. They held shock in them, reflecting an emotion of daze and… huh? Why did he seem so … Unhappy?
Mikey pushes you back, covering his mouth immediately.
“ Whoa! I-I’m, I’m grateful, truly, but this is wrong! ”
“ What? Why? We always kiss? ”
You tilted your head in confusion while Mikey gawked, paling to a color you hadn’t imagined possible for him.
“ W-WHAT?!? No, no, look! You’re my favorite hero, I promise—“
“ Oh—“
“ But I’ll have you know—“
“ Wait?”
“—I have a very lovely partner waiting home for me! I love them very much—“
“ No, Mikey—“
“ And as flattered as I am for my favorite hero to like me, I would never betray my lovely Y/N!”
He was pacing in circles as you were trying to interrupt and stop him. Amidst your fatigue, you completely forgot about this whole vigilante identity being a secret. While you would’ve been upset any other time, his loyalty to you was too heartwarming.
“ Mikey! ”
You tug off your mask, smiling forgivingly.
“ It’s me, love, calm down. ”
He stares at you silently, long enough for you to start worrying he might be mad. You open your mouth to try and plead your case, only to be cut off by his sudden screech.
“ NO WAY! Oh mi gosh, oh mi gosh, oh mi GOSH! ”
He sweeps you up immediately, one hand on your lower back while the other nestled under your rump. Spinning you around, his feet did happy little tippy taps.
“ My sweet lovely beautiful Y/N is also the amazing and wonderful new-hero-on-the-scene SUN FLARE? Oh my—IS THE NAME A REFERENCE TO ME? It has to be! ”
He was glowing with pride as you laughed in his arms. His grip loosened to slide you back down, shifting instead to pull you close into a kiss.
“ Pft—Mikey, is it that obvious? Sun Flare? ”
He peppers your entire face and neck in kisses.
“ It is now! ”
The two of you melt into each other’s embrace, completely forgetting the mess around you… You want nothing more than to go home and rest, as does Mikey probably, so you both walk to the hole in the wall Mikey left.
The damage was sure to piss off the entire clan, but you’d handle that another day.
“ … I feel like I’m forgetting something..”
You mumbled, glancing at Mikey who casted a puzzled look. He intended to follow up with something along the lines of “ nonsense ! you’re just tired.. ” but you were both unceremoniously met with the rest of his brothers swinging in.
“ Whoa, there was a party and I wasn’t invited?! ”
“ Leo, hush. Mikey, you should—What? Why is Y/N here? ”
“ Michael, it would behoove you to stay long enough for me to finish running diagnostics—hello Y/N who is actually vigilante Sun Flare, Leo owes me 5$ now—but next time, do not leave until I finish investigating so I could have told you the Foot Clan is nabbing all the Mutants in New York! ”
Seeing all the brothers arrive with such an air of determination had you wilting with exhaustion.
Hello! Ahh… I don't know if you're still accepting requests. I've never done one, and honestly, I never really understood how to do one :").
Lately, I've been seeing a LOT of your posts about the turtle boys in general and the reader, and I've become obsessed with your writing.
I'd like to give you an idea. If so, you could make the Rottmnt boys (it could be all of them in general, or at least Rise! Raph or Rise! Mikey) who have been dating the reader for a while. At first, they say they're quite new to romantic relationships, but the boy in question didn't realize that when they said that, they were referring to virginity. And at one point, when the couple ends up having their first night of love together, the next day, when the turtle in question wakes up, he notices a red stain on the bedsheet where his partner was, revealing that until that previous night, the reader was REALLY NEW, literally a virgin. How do you think each of the boys would react knowing they were the first? How would he wake the reader up after this?
The gender can be feminine or neuter, as long as the reader has a broken hymen.
Thank you very much for your attention, and I apologize if I wrote too much. You don't have to do it if it's inconvenient <3
Red Morning Shock (Fluff) (18+)
Rise!Michelangelo x reader
A/N: Finally! After starting at this request and thinking, I’ve finally finished it! I’m actually quite happy about it, and hope that it lives up to what you were looking for🧡 Also, I’m very happy that you like my writing. It truly means a lot to me🧡 I decided to go with Mikey, as I feel like I haven’t written enough for Rise!Mikey. Anyway, hope you’ll enjoy🧡
All characters are aged up.
Warnings: Descriptions of sex, blood.
When you first woke up that morning, nothing felt out of the ordinary. You felt the warmth and weight of your boyfriend’s arm wrapped around your waisted, and his plastron falling and rising against your back, as he continued to sleep peacefully behind you.
You stretched out your arms and legs, with the intention of turning over in Mikey’s arms, so that you could look at his beautiful face as his slept, just like you had done so many other times, when you had stayed over at his place. But as you stretched your muscles, you were suddenly met by an aching pain, going through your muscles and the core of your private parts. At first you were confused, but that didn’t last long. It took you less than a second to remember what had caused that pain last night, and just how amazing that night with Mikey had been.
You turned onto your back, looking at your boyfriend, remembering every detail of the night before.
Last night was the night you and Mikey had decided, was time for the two of you to get intimate for the first time. The night for you to lose your virginity.
It wasn’t planned. No, far from it. It was sort of a lost in the moment kinda thing that happened, that only grew stronger with each sloppy kiss and trembling moan of excitement and lust.
You had been so lost in the moment, that you never stopped to think about the fact that you were a virgin. You were happy and excited, and very much willing to lose your virginity to Mikey, so that you did not wish to stop him or slow him down.
There was just one thing about the night you lost your virginity - you never told Mikey you were a virgin.
Back when you and Mikey first had gotten into the relationship, you had told him that this was your first real romantic relationship. At the time you had hoped that Mikey knew what it meant. But last night, it became clear to you, way too late, that Mikey in fact didn’t take the hint, and understood what you were talking about. But did you want to stop him? Hell no. It was getting hot and steamy and you very much wanted it. And goodness, did you love every moment of it.
Last night, you got to see the absolute sex god that is Michelangelo Hamato. You knew that he had been around with a few humans, yokai and mutants, so of course you were expecting him to know what he was doing. But you did not expect Mikey to be an absolute expert, diving into you with ease. The way he spoke to you while he thrusted into you, in total control of the rhyme. It had your heart and core pounding just by the memory of it. The way Mikey’s size squizzed inside of you, filling you to the brim. You took it all, no complaining, enjoying the pain and the pleasure all in one. It was hot, it was sweaty, and you loved it.
You remembered the orgasmes, that seemed to crash over you, one after the other, while your legs were trembling, as you called out for Mikey to keep going. And he did, until you both were spent, collapsing onto the bed with nothing but the blanket covering the two of you. Even now, as you laid there covered by nothing but the blanket, admiring your beautiful boyfriend as he slept, you could still feel your naked body against the fabric of the sheets and blanket, close up against Mikey’s still naked body. Last night, right after the two of you had been on each other, until neither of you had any more energy left, you had cuddled up tight, not bothering to grab anything other than the blanket. You felt safe and loved, like you floated on a cloud of comfort.
As you laid there, watching as Mikey’s chest raised and lowered, he slowly began to stir, his eyes slowly fluttering open to meet yours, with as much love they had had the night before.
“Good morning, beautiful”, Mikey mumbled in his sleepy voice, his eyes still half open, and his arm still around your waist, fingers rubbing small circles on your back.
“Good morning, handsome", you smiled, leaning in so that you could press a soft morning kiss on Mikey’s lips. Your boyfriend hummed at this, letting his eyes stay closed for a moment as he savoured your sweet kiss.
“Just what I needed”, Mikey said, opening his eyes once more with a loving smile. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a stone”, you chuckled. “My muscles are aching. I feel like I’ve been doing the wildest work out of my life”.
“Aw, you poor girl”, Mikey teased, bringing the arm that was wrapped around your waist to your face, so that he playfully could pitch your cheek, causing you to laugh and shake your head at his antics. “I did put you through a lot last night, didn’t I? Want me to bring you some breakfast in bed?”
“That would be great”, you hummed, snuggling your head against the pillow. “I don’t even think I would be able to walk to the kitchen”. You gave your leg a little wiggle under the blanket, winching at the pain you felt at the movement of your muscles.
“Don’t worry beautiful, I’ll get us something”, Mikey said, pressing a kiss to your forehead, before moving to get out of bed. But as he sat up and moved the blanket from his body, he stopped, his eyes widening at the sight before him. His bottom, especially the areas around his cloaca, was covered in a red substance. Mikey was quick to grab the blanket, pulling it off of your naked body, finding a sight that shocked you both. Your inner thighs and the sheet below you was red. The same kind of red that covered Mikey’s cloaca. It was blood.
Mikey looked stunned, frozen in place, processing what he was looking at. You were just as shocked, confused and only getting more scared by the second, your thoughts running through your head, wondering why you and your boyfriend were covered in blood. You sat up in the bed, staring at the mess, feeling tears build up behind your eyes. But then Mikey finally broke the silence, finally stopping your thoughts in their place.
“Was last night your first time?”, he asked.
“Yes”, you said, your voice small in a pained whimper.
“Babe, sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me?”, Mikey asked, pulling you closer to him, letting you lean your head against his shoulder. Even with your lower half covered in dry blood, he pulled you onto his lap, pressing his lips to your forehead once again, as he tried his best to sooth you. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry babe. I- I- I thought you- I mean”.
“It’s okay”, you said, already feeling your fear subside as you understood what was going on. Though it was a surprising amount of blood, and you were surprised that you haven’t felt more pain, it had been nothing more than the breaking of your hymen. “I did tell you that I was new to the whole romance thing”, you said, letting you a small chuckle raising your head to look at Mikey.
“Yeah, but when you said romance, I thought you only meant relationships, not sex”, Mikey said, before placing his lips against your forehead once again, mumbling the next words against your skin. “If I had known, I would have turned it down. Your first time is supposed to be special”.
“But it was special”, you said, snuggling closer against Mikey, letting your naked bodies warm each other in the cold morning air of the sewer.
“Yeah, but, I would have taken it slower”, Mikey said. “Given you time, and focused more on you”.
“But you did do that”, you chuckled once again. “You were loving and caring, and I enjoyed every moment”.
“As long as you're not just saying that to make me feel better”, Mikey said, giving your side a tickling squish, causing you to yelp in his arms. “What do you say to a quick shower, getting this bed cleaned up, and then eating some breakfast?”
“That sounds lovely”, you said, tracing your fingers over Mikey’s plastron. “But you might have to carry me”, you continued, nodding towards your still aching legs.
Mikey let out a warm laugh. “Gladly”, he said, before positioning his arms beneath you, so that he could carry you to the shower.
hiiii!! I really like your works and I wanted to know if you could write the rise turtles where their crush meets their future selves and their crush is giving all their attention to the future versions. They get jealous and some time after the future versions leave, they confess-
Sorry if you've already got this before!! And thanks for reading this :3
rise tmnt x reader
Raph pouted to himself as you touched all the scars and spikes of his future self. Sure, it was cool to see he got even bigger, even spikier, and even cooler in the next few years, but it wasn’t as nice to watch you fawn all over him.
How could he even convince himself he was better than his future self? They looked nearly identical but Raph was missing an eye. So he was younger, less experienced, and minus an eye. Clearly, he was losing this make believe battle.
When you passed him, Raph made sure to grab you and hold you against his side. You looked up at him in surprise but he looked away, pretending it wasn’t out of character for him to manhandle you. He risked a glance at his future self and looked away embarrassed at the knowing look. Ugh.
No way he could hide his crush any longer from you.
Leo rolled his eyes as his future self recounted yet another tale of saving a baby from a Kraang monster. You ate it up, eyes shining up at future Leo with adoration.
Leo may have started the invasion, but he also managed to stop it before it could kill all of humanity. So, ha! Future Leo had failed… It was weird to bully himself.
Whatever. He continued to glare at himself, tapping his fingers impatiently. You and him were supposed to go out to eat in two-ish minutes and yet you were still chatting it up with him. He’d have to make sure by the end of that day that you were his and his alone. No future version of himself included.
He crushed up a napkin in front of him and threw it at his future self’s forehead. The larger turtle glared at him and he stuck his tongue out at him. He grabbed you, opened a portal, and took you far, far away from the other turtle. Finally, he was alone with you. So what if he was jealous of himself? He was a looker, that’s for sure.
Did you have to feel up his muscles so obviously? Donnie glowered from a distance, arms crossed and posture tense. And you were talking about all of his tech that he made. Well, Donnie could probably do better than that old turtle could do in a wasteland. Why weren’t you talking to him instead?
Not long after the future Donatello gets distracted by something Mikey is doing, Donnie uses a metal claw to drag you away into his more private lab. “You’re allowed to touch only me.” He glared down at you while you blinked at him innocently, clueless.
“I’m the only one allowed to touch you?” He slapped a hand to his face. “Oh!” Your eyes gleamed. “Were you jealous?”
“No,” he grumbled, leaning away from you as you tried to press close to his face. “I could care less about you.”
“So you COULD care less? So you do?” He froze at his mistake as you joyfully giggled.
Mikey bit at his lip, watching anxiously as you ‘ooh’ed and ‘aw’ed over future him’s magic. Come on! Future him totally knew what he was doing at this point. He knew Mikey couldn’t do any of that cool stuff.
He stood off to the side dejectedly as you finally returned to his side. He’d probably learn all of those eventually, but he couldn’t help but still feel like an idiot who didn’t know how to do it just yet. He looked at you with sad puppy eyes. “You still think I’m cool, right?”
“Of course? You’re the same person?” You were confused. He pouted.
“You don’t love him more than me?”
“Mikey… you’re a lot cuter than your future self.” You stared at future Mikey who had somehow grown hair and then balded. Unlucky, very unlucky. “Just promise me you won’t grow hair.”
“Deal!” He hugged you tight and picked you up, dragging you away from his future self.
Hey, I hope this request motivates you a bit! I was wondering if you could do little scenarios with the Rise boys reacting to accidentally hitting their S/O while they stretched?
You know that thing that happens when you're standing too close to someone and they move or do something and end up hitting you in the face, it happened to me at college sobs 😭
Have a lovely day! <3
一∑ Accidents Happen・゜・。
author’s note: sksksks sure sure, I wanna say this has happened to me too but I can’t recall a specific scenario which makes me think it has happened just I’ve obliterated it from my memory out of embarrassment?!?
note 2.0: so I did Raph’s first, forever ago and a bit of Leo’s then just now I did Donnie’s and Mikey’s, everyone’s is a bit different and it’s like 3am idk how to feel! BUT WE POST ANYWAYS
warnings: cursing, injuries caused by accident, attempts at humor, crack, fluff, unedited
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Raph was super excited to help you learn self-defense! It was a great skill to have. Just in case ya know! Plus it would make you feel more confident too.
“First things first! We gotta loosen up, I usually start with arm stretches.” Raph said with a toothy grin. He couldn’t stop smiling. He loved being able to hang out with you, but you had asked him personally to train you for self defense. Not any of his brothers! He was honored and didn’t want to mess up!
Raph then grabbed his left elbow and started to pull it, making the muscles there taunt. You immediately started to copy him. Asking if your form was right which had Raph moving closer and correcting you just slightly. “Just like that! Now other side!” And when Raph went through with the motion of doing his other arm, it was too late.
The smack resounded throughout the weight room and if things couldn’t be anymore horrible, because of his stature, he had quite literally smacked your face.
Stunned you held your cheek. It stung. And Raph was a ball of tears instantly. “Oh— Y/n!!!! Are you okay??? I’m so sorry!!! I didn’t mean to, I should’ve backed up!! I got too close and— Raph’s so so sorry.” He was on his knees in front of you. Telling you to smack his face in return. And you just laughed, saying that it was okay.
“Once I learn these self defense moves you won’t be able to land a hit like that again!” You joked.
Raph could only whimper. He felt horrible. He was a horrible teacher! And it took some convincing from you to get the ball rolling again. He sniffled here and there because he just couldn’t get it out of his mind. He was hard on himself for sure. Even though it was an accident he wouldn’t forgive himself!!
Leo was prone to doing weird shit randomly. Like striking a pose anywhere, anytime he saw fit. So while sure I could totally come up with a prompt for stretching like I did with Raph…but in my head…more realistically… it would be because Leo was up to his regular shenanigans again!
He had texted you not that long ago that he was planning on portal-ing over! It was a common occurrence, it made for traveling back and forth to the lair fast. If only the side effects wouldn’t hit you like that one ride at the fair, the Spaceship 9000?? The one that spins, and spins, and spins so fast that the piece of metal your buckled into moves up and down??? Right?? I’ve only went on it once so this is like a very bad descriptor but hopefully someone knows what the heck I’m talking about.
Going through a Leo portal was like that. The feeling of getting spun around so much that your stomach didn’t feel like it was in your body anymore. More like it was splattered all over the ground. Or three miles back in the direction from which you came. You wondered absentmindedly if all portals were like that. Or if that was just because of Leo?
Anyhow, it had been a while since he had sent you that message. You were used to him coming instantly after sending the message. Really not even giving you enough time to read the damn text! You sighed and got up from your bed and headed to the living room where he would be portal-ing in. But instead of going to the couch, you wanted to try and guess where the fool would land. Maybe closer to the actual door, as if he had used it to begin with?
It was while you were thinking, that a blue portal opened above head not but mere inches to the left of you. There had been no whirring or whizzing noises. No “Geronimo!!” Or “Heads up!” call outs. It was ninja silent stealth mode at which Leo came in. Eyes closed, and once he was through, only then did he holler, “And he sticks the landi—“
A loud thwack could be heard as one of his hands collided into you as he did a ridiculous windmill motion with his arms to steady himself. And it hurt like hell where he had slapped your arm. “Shiiiiiiiiiiiittttt!” The force had knocked you a little ways away too! As you held your arm where it stung and closed your eyes to not start crying, and then your mouth to not start yelling.
“Y/n???” Leo opened his eyes and shook the hand that had hit your arm. “My bad! You’re usually in your room when I come, and I just— I don’t know!” He rambled, a nervous smile on his face as he watched you close up.
Silence. Breathing. That was all that could be heard. Leo started feeling really guilty. He hadn’t been holding back his strength because he was an idiot and didn’t know you were there. “I’m really sorry..” he murmured. Not coming in close because he didn’t want to anger you further.
“It’s..cool!” You shook your arm, eyes opening and god damn it they were watery. “Oh no it’s not. Let me get you some ice. Fuck. I’m really really sorry.” Leo springs into action at the sight of your unshed tears. “I know you didn’t do it on purpose.” You tried to console him but didn’t deny the need for ice. Relief was felt when the ice pack met your skin. “Still wanna come over?” He asked timidly, wondering if he had ruined today in general too. “Duh, I’m going to be fine Leo! How about we stop for ice cream, on you and then it’s all even mkay?”
Because you knew if you didn’t say this then he would just continue to hold onto the guilt despite all your words and reassurances. “One waffle cone coming up!!” Leo cheered, his dramatics back on as he twirled a sword to make another flashy portal, you could only hope you would survive the journey.
Donnie has a stick. “Technically Y/n, it’s a bo. Bo staff. Not a stick.” Your eyes narrowed in on his weapon of choice. “Looks like a metal stick to me.” You told him plainly. He huffed. He knew that his weapon wasn’t always the one to wow people away. It wasn’t flashy like some people *cough* *cough* leo *cough*. “Okay I lied, it’s not just a bo, it’s a tech bo!” Donnie emphasized, spinning the said weapon around between his fingers before making it land on the ground vertically. Before you could question further he clicked a very inconspicuous spot on the bo, which was basically a finger-print reader that took half a millisecond to expand out and show off a variety of other weapons attached to his bo.
A saw, a drill, and the list could go on but those were the main two you recognized before it contracted back into stick form as you liked to call it. “Nice,” you nodded, giving Donnie his props where they were due, because it was pretty cool. It was like a multi-tool. You said that aloud too.
“Yeah but way better cause I made it.” Donnie amended because he couldn’t allow himself to be compared to such everyday items. He was better. Much better.
You opened your palm out, “can I try?” Insinuating you wanted a go at holding his stick. Well, his tech bo. But he made you spell it out for him. “Try what exactly?” He asked, right eyebrow raising. “Holding the stick” “It’s not a stick.” “Okay okay, can I try to hold the tech stick?” “Maybe, if you say it properly and also realize that you are most definitely going to hurt yourself with my tech bo.”
You made a face at that. “I most certainly am not!” You retorted and made a grab for the tEcH bO. It was out of your reach before you could even get close. And this game of keep away continued until you, asked with a “pretty please can I hold your almighty tech bo!?” Donnie was satisfied, clearly, with a smug look on his face as he allowed you to snatch it away from his hold. Finally.
You turned it around in your hands. Making slow circles. Donnie immediately trying to coach you on a better method, “Your feet aren’t in the right position~!” He chirped happily, as if correcting you was an absolute pleasure. He continued to badger you, despite your genuine efforts to improve. And at one point it all became too much, like he was being haughty. Holding it over your head that you weren’t catching on quickly.
“I get it Donnie! I suck!” You yelled and brought the metal bo down sharply. Right on your toes. You did have socks on. But the thin material did nothing to prevent the instant pain that had you crumpling down, bo falling out of your hand to instead cradle your injured foot.
It was embarrassing. The loud clatter of the bo hitting the ground, the rush of Donnie coming in close, kneeling to try and analyze the damage. You were so angry and so embarrassed that despite the pain, you pushed him away. Sniffling and whimpering, “Leave me alone!” You cried. And yep you were crying. Rocking back and forth now on your butt in an attempt to somehow ease the pain that was flowing from your toes, through your foot, all the way up to your ankle. Had you broken something?!?
Of course you hadn’t pushed him far, nor hard enough to knock him down. But he felt horrible. He felt like he was the reason this had all happened in the first place. Egging you on and messing with your head, truly being a bit of a jerk. “Just let me look please? It may be broken Y/n, it’s..high grade titanium…” he muttered the last bit because he was in no way trying to show that off in this moment. And the look in your eyes when you finally met his concerned stare was heartbreaking. He saw how red and puffy they were from the agitated tears, your cheeks ruddy as well. “Please?” He tried again. Coming in close hands up and out as a show of meaning no harm.
Slowly, your hand came away from your own toes, and Donnie peeled off your sock and assessed the injury. Light touches here and there and profusely apologized when you hissed in pain. “It’s not broken! Just bruised, pretty badly, I’ll go get some ice and then some wraps, just stay right there, don’t move!” And he was off moving swiftly as went in search for the items he required.
He gave you the ice, letting you decide how much pressure to put on the wound, and he stayed silent as he got out a few different wraps. As your tears dried and the sniffling ceased, you noticed how serious Donnie looked. When he came back down to kneel by your foot, he decided to checkup the entire area. “What about this, does this hurt?” He asked pressing lightly on a different part on the top of your foot. “Not really, it’s all getting kind of numb now,” the ice was doing its magic. He nodded, chewing on his lower lip. “I think I should wrap it now,” he said but made no move to start until you gave him the go ahead.
He was very careful. Taking all the time in the world to make sure the wrapping was perfect. When he finished he sighed, and looked up at you sincerely, “I’m sorry for being such an ass… you were doing really well but I just kept..” he sighed again shaking his head as it dropped. Looking back down at your wrapped foot. “Dee.. we like to get in each other’s nerves, you just did a really great job this time around,” you admitted with a slight laugh. But he only smiled weakly, still feeling so guilty. You huffed and shoved at his shoulder lightly, “hey, honestly I think it was your bo getting back at me for calling it a stick so many times!”
He couldn’t help but smile at that one. If only a little. “How about this? You grovel for the rest of the day, andddd order my favorite pizza?” He was quiet, thinking. “How about I just get the pizza?” Finally looking up and looking a bit better, “I don’t knowwww…” and the two of you were going back and forth once more, laughing it off.
Mikey, bless his heart, was having a fabulous time when it came to your yoga sessions. You had gotten into it and dragged the brothers into your new hobby. But the only brother who truly stuck with it was Mikey. Of course this should’ve been a no brainer, what with his acrobatic skills when it came to soaring into the air, from building to building.
So it wasn’t odd that the two of you were together in the gym alone at the lair. Sometimes he’d come over to your flat and the two of you would yoga in the only big room you had (the living room). But most times it was more convenient to do it in a space that was created with exercise in mind. After getting nice and warmed up, talking about each others day and updating one another on any tea it was time to get down to business.
“What’s on the roster today??” Mikey asked already bouncing lightly back and forth. Pumped to do anything when it came to hanging out with you. “Ahhh let’s see!” All the gossip had left your brain clueless to the new yoga you had learned recently so you needed to open up your phone and check your notes really quickly.
Mikey (ever the busybody) came in close, going up on his tippy toes to peer at your screen. Your elbow went out playfully, hitting him in the side plastron. He feigned injury, staggering back clutching where you had touched. “Betrayal!” He fake coughed. “And I thought Leo was the dramatic one!” You teased further.
At this both hands moved to cover his heart. “Take that back!!” He gasped though he could hardly hide his pleased smile. “And if I don’t??” You countered, forgetting about the phone as the screen turned black under inactivity. “Then I’ll make you!” Mikey’s face turned downright villainous (as much as a cutie patootie can), hands up and fingers at the ready to tickle you into submission.
Immediately you were fleeing. You were no stranger to Mikey’s tickling in fact the last time you had been caught in his clutches you were begging for mercy. You almost gave in right then and there at the memory but you couldn’t help but think that maybe this time you could get away.
Fool. What a foolish thought.
You were a yoga hobbyist. Mikey was a fucking ninja! The odds would never be in your favor, but he did let you think you had a chance. Letting you run around in their home gym, getting by with barely a fingertips distance away. You were breathless by the time he caught you which only worsened when he started tickling at your sides and neck.
He had you trapped, he was on top of you, between your legs, hands moving fast and causing you to laugh out of control. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, your leg jumped out and tried to slam into Mikey’s side to free yourself from further torture. But he had actually bent down lower making the trajectory straight for his head. It must’ve been ninja instincts because he caught your leg easily in a tight grasp.
“Mercy!” You called out breathlessly. To which he clicked his tongue, letting go of your leg to go back to tickling. That obviously hadn’t been what he wanted to hear. “Okay okay! I take it back!” You pleaded, batting away his hands quickly. To which he continued to try and get past until he moved way too fast for you, smacking your chin accidentally when he had been aiming to just tickle your neck.
Time force. As the sound resounded, with your punctuating “Ow!” Mikey froze. Hands still, pupils shaking as it replayed in his mind. He had hit you. Accidentally of course. But. He had hit you. You were still in pain, recovering from the shock and rubbing your sore chin. While he was receding into his shell, his hands moving back into himself as he apologized. “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to! I don’t know what, it was just so fast, I’m sorry!!” He was blubbering, by the time you opened your eyes to see how much this had hurt him too.
“Angie! I know! Hey, we were just roughhousing! It got out of hand, it’s okay! I know you didn’t mean it. It was an accident!” And he clung to that word. “It really was an accident. An accident. I’m so sorry. What should I do? Lemme see!” His hands moved suddenly to touch your chin but it was like the sight of his own hands getting close to you made him fearful. He retracted once more, squeezing them into fists and putting them to his chest as he moved to get off of you. To give you space.
“Mikey!” You chastised, getting up and following after him. You grabbed his hands, holding them. “Hey hey, it’s okay! Look I’m not afraid of them and neither should you. It was an accident Mikey, plus I’m already feeling better.” Slowly his fists unfurled and you brought his hands up to your face, positioning them to cup your face. He looked up, with a watery smile. “I’m really sorry,” he said one more time. “I know,” you smiled down at him. “It’s okay!” You made sure to say. And he nodded, relaxing a bit as a shaky breath went through his body before his hands held onto you more securely. Rubbing his fingers back and forth soothingly.
Then he moved back, only to jump and tackle you into a crushing hug. “Yoga?” He asked while digging his head into your neck. “Yoga!” You agreed, and he held onto you like a monkey for a bit before clambering off to return to his mat. “Alright alright, position number one!”
hi! i really like your works, so i'd like to request a ( sort of angsty ) scenario where the rottmnt boys react to their s/o losing their memories after getting injured from a bad guy fight, so they completely forget who the boys are
Hello! I want to preface this by saying: this is mostly from their POV, so their thoughts are very much self-blaming, even if what they think is not at all the case!
Slightly angsty, filled with self blame and anxiety.
Rottmnt x S/O who loses their memories after a fight
Neon Leon
Leo feels the weight of this horrible situation crush him like a fallen building.
If only he had just been a little faster- or planned ahead better
Maybe if he had been more serious about his s/o and their safety this never would have happened.
He’s in shock at first when you flinch away from him
Whether or not you were genuinely scared or just shocked at seeing a mutant ninja turtle-
It hurts him all the same because of one thing
The genuine confusion on your face-
No trace of recognition in your gaze
He shuts down for a few moments as his brothers try to figure out what they can do to help
The ringing in his ears grow loud until the high pitch whine is all he can hear
He can’t even see you nor his family in front of him anymore- everything far too blurry
Just vague shapes and blobs of color…
Distorted and unrecognizable
Is that how his s/o saw him??
All he can think is;
He should have gotten to you quicker
He couldn’t even portal to you because he didn’t know where you were.
It’s his fault that you don’t remember him,
The life you two have life together,
All the laughter you shared,
Just gone… like it never existed…
…
He should’ve been better.
Don Tron
Donnie’s already trying to scan his s/o and check for any injuries the second he finds them
What could’ve caused their condition??
Blunt force trauma to the head?
Mystical memory wipe??
What’s ever caused it, he’s going to find it
And he will not rest until he can reverse this.
Absolutely could not handle your reaction to him-
Not knowing who he is,
Not knowing all the wonderful progress you two made together,
Helping him with his experiments and machinery,
Getting comfortable with prolonged touch,
The late night rambles-
Immediately started murmuring the statistics of regaining your memory under his breath
You had to get their memory back- you absolutely had to.
Statistics be damned- he’s making sure it’s a 100% chance.
There’s anxiety gnawing away at him slowly from the inside,
Creeping and burning like static in his bones.
Not even the numerous photos he has of the both of you are helping- maybe it’s just too soon
You did just wake up after all… but why-
Why couldn’t he have prevented this?
All of his fail safes,
The numerous emergency alert devices he gave you,
He weapon he had specifically designed to be easy to conceal and have on you at all times,
Even his GPS tracker-
None of them had worked to keep you safe…
He failed, and this was worse than any experiment exploding in his face.
He failed you and now you have no idea about just how close you two actually are
…
He will fix this- there’s no room for error this time.
Mystic Mike
Mikey’s on the verge of waking up the person who was cruel enough to harm you this badly- just so he could beat them up again.
They hurt you- hurt you so bad you can’t even remember his name
Let alone everything you two have been through together
Mikey feels rage
At the situation,
At the villains who did this,
And at himself-
Why hadn’t he been strong enough to stop this?
He can throw buses, skyscrapers even,
He can maneuver his way around places with ease with his razzmatazz mastery
But what was all that strength and skill for if none of it could help you?
He’s frustrated enough to cry
But he’s also the quickest to compose himself
Several deep breaths in and out before he's able to pull himself together enough to crouch down beside his beloved s/o
Gently reassures you that he means no harm,
That you were in a bad fight and letting you slowly collect yourself.
He also uses photos- but rather than doing this to specifically try to jog his s/o's memories,
It's more to show them that they actually do know him-
Trying to get your memories back can wait for later,
His main focus is making sure his s/o is calm and comfortable around him- at least enough to trust that he won't harm them.
Once you feel that they can trust him- even if only a little bit,
He'll take you home and make sure you're alright physically.
Later on, he sneaks off quietly to the gym area
Demolishes the punching bag they had-
All of his worries and frustrations are taken out with every punch
Would you ever remember him?
If you never regained your memories, is there any chance you two would ever have the relationship you once had again??
They're going to need more punching bags,
All the extra ones are destroyed too.
His family is worried, but Mikey is only focused on two things;
Helping you remember him and getting revenge for you.
He will make sure this won't ever happen again.
Big Red
What do you mean you don't remember him??
You're his s/o!
His partner!
Surely you must be playing a prank or something-
He is in complete denial at first,
Then, as his family explains that no-
You aren't joking,
You genuinely don't remember him,
His denial shatters into gut wrenching dispair.
How did this happen-
Why did this happen?!
...
This was all his fault.
Why wasn't he there for you when you needed him??
He's suppose to be able to protect those who he cares about
Especially his beloved s/o
Yet he failed
He wasn't there,
He wasn't able to help you, to stop you from ever being hurt this badly
And now you can’t remember a single thing about him, your relationship together, nothing.
RAPH is still able to move and check on you-
Though, it’s more like hovering worriedly while Donnie and Leo do their best to patch you up
He is watching like a hawk, making sure that you’re in no additional discomfort or pain
Once you’re clear enough to be able to go home though
Raph is stressing
If you leave now you could get hurt again!
But he doesn’t want to scare you off by being too overbearing
Especially if he wants any chance of you remembering him-
He can’t cause you to feel uncomfortable around him- or worse
Frightened.
He’s able to stop his anxiety fueled spiral before it consumes him
Focusing on making you’re you get home safely
Even if you decline having him walk with you-
He’ll make sure to follow stealthily from a distance
Once he’s certain you’re absolutely safe and sound
He’s pacing around the lair and pulling at his mask
What if you don’t remember him?
Donnie said you likely just had “mild amnesia” but what if it was worse?!
There’s a chance you’ll never be able to remember him-
And it’s all his fault…
He couldn’t protect you
It all boils down to one simple fact ringing in his head:
He wasn’t there
…
He’ll make sure he’s always there
He will be there for you.
Hello, I hope you enjoyed
Also for those who may not have watched ROTTMNT- Mikey is shown to be a little angry ball of revenge at times, while Raph is shown to be full of anxiety and mother-henning™️
So they may seem a little ooc compared to other versions of them!
HAIII mootie :3!! I just got back from an ✨ ExHaUsTiNG ✨ day (literally, I was on the verge of sleeping but still ofc reading you’re hc one shots) and I had this idea for one shot!! My mind will NOT sleep if i don’t type this request (pls send help/j)
Okie!! It’s Rottmnt x female sibling reader (ALL PLATONIC) , so this is the scenario!! The Reader is the Kemp's ridley sea turtles and they are the youngest, they maybe small! But they are strong, thanks to the training her brothers would give her! Alright, so she’s the only one who goes to schools thanks to the cloak (sunita gave to her since it was a spare one) she got a into a fight with another girl because the girl would call her a ‘freak’ because she would talk about her brothers being hero’s, and mutants!! But the girl started it tbh, so they’re fighting and reader is not beating the crap out of them she’s hitting her slightly but the girl took it TOO far and picked up a pair of scissors and CUT READERS HAIR!! (Like they cut it to make it short like a boys haircut yk?) And reader would just start balling and FINALLY a teacher would come in and bring them to the nurse first then the principals office and the principal called the brothers (+Casey JR, and April if you can!) , if you’re wondering why they first got in a fight anyways is because like the girl got mad at reader for talking too much to her friends and pulled her hair and… you know the rest happened.
AND THEY STORMED IN (with their cloaks on ofc) they’re fuming because reader loves her hair it would make her so happy!! The brothers would play with it, help brush it etc. But I would like HC’s of them reacting to that please?
Take as much time as you need, dear!!/p (platonically)
Hope you don’t mind I took this kind of in my own direction 🫶🏻
Rise! Donnie, Mikey, Leo, Raph x Fem! Sister! Reader
Donatello and Michelangelo were sitting in front of the TV in your living room playing a video game when the heard the front door creak open and the familiar clack of your favorite shoes.
“Y/N?” Mikey called out, only taking his eyes away from the game to check the time quickly, “You’re home early.”
They heard your sobbing as you sniffled and whipped their heads to look at you.
You were pretty scuffed up, with a few fresh, developing bruises scattered on mostly your legs but a few on your arms. And your hair! Your beautiful, prized hair was all chopped up.
“Oh mi gosh! Y/N, what happened to you?” Mikey jumped up and practically teleported to you, placing his hands on your arms and looking you over.
“This- this girl in- in my-“ You hiccuped, desperately wiping away your tears.
Mikey pulled you against his plastron, shushing you, “It’s ok, I’m right here. Just focus on calming down.”
Mikey looked at Donnie from over your shoulder, sharing a ‘what the fuck?’ look. He carefully led you over the couch, sitting down next to you and rubbing your back.
After a few moments of taking deep breaths and your breathing turning back to normal, Donnie spoke up. “Now, Y/N. What happened?”
“I- I was talking to my friend in the lunch line, and- and I was telling her about how my brothers are..are heroes. And this girl in my grade, Abigail, she- she called me a freak. So, I stood up for myself like you guys taught me..and she hit me, so I hit her back. Then she- Then she cut my hair.” You spoke quickly with a shaky voice, raking your fingers through your messy, choppy hair.
“WHAT?!” Donnie and Mikey shouted in unison.
“Y/N, what? Where was a teacher during all of this?” Donnie was furious, but not at you. Mikey kept rubbing your back in soothing circles.
“I don’t- The principal just told me to give you this and for you to sign it..” You slipped your backpack from your shoulders, unzipping it and pulling out a paper.
“Su..suspended?!” Donnie and Mikey both leaned over your shoulder to read the contents on the page. “For fighting? That wasn’t fighting, that was self defense!” Mikey scoffed, crossing his arms.
Donnie took a deep breath, glancing back up at you. “Y/N…do you think this ‘Abigail’ girl deserved it?”
“Mhm. I wasn’t even doing anything to her. She started it, I swear!”
“Then you shouldn’t have been suspended!” Mikey said.
You looked back over to him with a nod, “I know! Don’t tell me that-“
Donnie interjected, “No, No. We are going to talk to the school. This is injustice!”
“Yeah! This is unethical! Incredulous!” Mikey agreed.
"Unfair! Unreasonable! Outrageous! We shall NOT stand for such atrocity!" Donnie yelled while standing up.
“Yep. I agree.” Mikey nodded, keeping his arms crossed.
"I say, we march up to the principal right now and make them undo this blasphemy! WHO'S WITH ME?!" Donnie yelled while pointing out to the rest of the house.
Mikey hesitated, “…it’s just you and me, D.”
"I SAID, WHO'S WITH ME?" Donnie repeated.
“OH, I mean- YYEEAAAHHH!!” Mikey cheered with him, throwing one hand in the air with the other on your back.
"HELL YEAH!" Donnie took his phone out and started dialing the principal's number.
Mikey turned his attention to you, leaving Donnie to take care of business. “Y/N, you didn’t deserve this, ok?” He tried to reassure you with a smile while running a hand through your short, chopped-up hair.
“I just don’t understand why…I wasn’t doing anything wrong, was I?” You looked up at him.
Mikey shook his head no, “Of course not. You were just being yourself. Some people are just hateful for no reason, ok? Try not to let her get you. It’s obvious she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” Donnie was yelling in the background, but you were too focused on Mikey to make out what was being said…most likely something that shouldn’t be repeated anyways.
“But…but my hair.” You started to tear up again but Mikey was quick to wipe them away before they could fall.
“It’ll grow back! You still look beautiful. We just need to…touch it up is all.” Mikey was trying his best to cheer you up.
After he finished calling, Donnie put his phone on the coffee table and sat back down on the couch next to you. "There. We march at dawn."
“Yeah! You show ‘em!” Mikey cheered, clapping.
"Indeed I will. They'll rue the day they suspended my little sister! RUE IT!” Donnie huffed.
“What is with all the yelling- woah.” Leo stopped dead in his tracks in the doorway as he took in your present condition.
Mikey shot him a look that said ‘don’t say a goddamn thing.’
“W-wow..Y/N, I really like the, um- the new look…” Leo laughed nervously, walking over cautiously.
Donnie narrowed his eyes at Leo, “Some little heathen cut Y/N’s hair at school today.”
“What?! That’s terrible!” Leo shoved Donnie to the side to take his spot next to you. He observed the straggly mess of hair left on your head.
Donnie opened his mouth to yell at Leo, but decided for your sake to just let it go this one time.
“Yeah! And Y/N got suspended for defending herself.” Mikey added, huffing.
“Y/N GOT SUSPENDED?” Raph yelled from the doorway of the living room, making you, Mikey, and Leo jump in surprise.
Raph stood there, shocked, as he waited for an answer.
You were about to speak before Mikey beat you to it, “It wasn’t her fault, Raph! She was attacked! All she did was stand up for herself.”
“Attacked?” Raph raised an eyebrow. Well, at least the area where an eyebrow would be. He got closer and saw your tear-stained cheeks, your cut-up, ruined hair, and your disheveled appearance and his expression immediately softened into a frown.
“Awww, come here! Let Raphie hold you!” Your oldest brother spoke to you in a babying voice, lifting you by your armpits and pulling you close to him, “it’s ok. Raphie’s here.”
“Raph! You’re scaring her!” Mikey stood up.
“No, I am not.” He scoffed.
“Guys! Just relax, we’ll get this all figured out-“ Leo spoke calmly, trying to keep everybody calm.
Donnie cleared his throat, “If you had allowed me to explain further before you viciously shoved me, you would know I have already spoken with the school.”
Leo looked at him in surprise, “why didn’t you start with that?!”
Donnie gasped in offense, “I tried! But you pushed-“
“Enough!” Raph snapped, still holding you in his arms and petting your head.
“Stop fighting! Y/N needs us.” Mikey shoved Leo gently.
You couldn’t even get a word in through all this chaos and panic so you just grumbled into Raph’s shoulder.
“First things first, boys.” Raph spoke up, “let’s get you cleaned up, Y/N.”
There was silence for a moment before Leo brought up a good point, “…Do any of us know how to cut hair?”
Silence.
Donnie sighs, picking his phone back up from the table, “I’ll call April.”
