Hihihi!!! I was wondering if you could do a matchup with meee??
Im a 18 year old girl and im like crazy short like im 5’1…. But thats because of my genes im Filipino, Vietnamese, and Chommoro (which is Guam). I’m tan with shoulder length blackish brown hair and I have almost blackeyes. My style is very girly pink and frilly and I love earrings.
I would say I’m pretty extroverted and expressive. I’m pretty loud and have a hiccup sounding laugh and I can be a bit obnoxious without realizing. I’m obsessed with Pokemon, math, music, and science. I love pathology and genetics and I kinda always have been. I also absolutely love kareoke but I’m a true nerd at heart but I absolutely hate English. I’m trying to relearn Tagalog to reconnect with my roots and I’m very proud about my culture like I’ll yap to anyone who is willing to listen about traditions and clothing. I love to play my clarinet as well as sing and I’m a huge Kpop fan!
I have high functioning autism which is probably why my interests consume most of my personality and I’ve always been in love with the medical field and I’m currently working toward becoming a pediatric pathologist or microbiologist. Though I can be a bit much in a lot of the time and I’m pretty anxious most of the time but I can also take control of a situation which I attribute to being the oldest of four kids. I’m an ESFP and a Leo and it honestly checks out shockingly well.
What I look for in a partner is someone who listens to my special interest rambles and tries to understand if they don’t (bonus point if they do understand and add to the convo) and im very emotional and it doesn’t take a lot to make me mad or get me to start crying so i need someone who wouldn’t be annoyed by that. I can be a bit stubborn so i need someone who won’t hate me for that either because im very rooted in my beliefs.
And thank you for listening to my ted talk lol. please tell me if you need anything else because i feel like this was a bit vague!
Girl, this was perfect! What you said gave exactly what I needed from a request :).
Here goes- I match you with...
Mikey
Your energy matches his so naturally it’s almost like fate.
You’re extroverted, expressive, a little loud, a little chaotic, and incredibly vibrant.
And Mikey LOVES all of that
Your hiccup-laugh?
He imitates it endlessly.
Not to tease you, though!
He just thinks it’s the cutest sound he’s ever heard.
Your slightly-obnoxious-without-realizing moments?
He finds adorable and actually somewhat comforting
(He’s the same way tbh)
You are one of the very few types of people who can match his sunshine energy without burning out
And he thrives off that
When it comes to your passions, Mikey is your cheerleader
He may not quite understand genetics, but he LOVES listening to you info-dump.
And if he does understand something?
He’ll jump right in with enthusiastic, surprisingly thoughtful questions
(They'll likely lean more towards the sci-fi/Pokémon variety)
Your autism makes you extra passionate- but Mikey doesn’t see it as “too much.”
He sees it as beautiful.
He wants you to ramble- no. He asks for you to ramble.
He knows how to listen without judgment, without impatience, and with genuine excitement.
You're not “too much” for him- you’re exactly the right amount
And he loves how proud you are of your cultures!
Mikey LOVES hearing about cultures, especially ones rooted in family and celebration.
That's what he was taught growing up- that family is most important- so he would 1,000% understand why you love it so much
He would listen to your Tagalog practice and try to mimic the pronunciation (albeit poorly)
He would also brag that he has “the coolest, most cultured girlfriend EVER.”
You said it doesn’t take much to make you cry or get mad.
But Mikey almost never gets annoyed.
He’s emotional too, so he gets it
His emotional side comes from a warm, forgiving, affectionate place.
He comforts easily.
He's the type of guy who hugs first and talks second.
Someone judgmental would crush you. Someone cold would confuse you.
But Mikey?
Mikey wraps every sharp feeling you have in warmth and softness until you’re grounded again
And you standing firm in your beliefs? And get strong-minded when something matters to you?
Mikey lives for that
He doesn’t want someone who bends like paper.
He wants someone with heart, fire, opinions, and confidence.
So, your Leo ESFP energy definitely matches his goofy-but-strong vibes like a soulmate chart alignment
You’re the oldest of four, meaning you know how to take control, manage chaos, and stabilize a group.
Mikey grew up being the baby of the family
he lowkey loves it when someone can step in and steady the moment without being controlling.
He listens to you. He trusts your judgment.
But most importantly?
He takes your emotional cues seriously.
You two work like a puzzle piece and its perfect fit.
Overall, you and Mikey are the kind of pairing that makes everyone else in the lair go:
Summary:
Raphael is getting distant and you try to break up with him and he breaks into tears
[Y/N] sighed, running her hand over her face. She stared at the 8 text messages she had sent Raphael with no response. She was tired of it. Tired of being considered last, tired of not being considered at all. She flipped her phone shut, knowing it was time to make the final decision. Raphael didn’t appreciate her, she felt like he was only with her as a last resort. He’d been getting so distant in the past few weeks, with only bursts of affection and love.
“Time to do this.” She said huffing into the mirror in her room.
“Time to do what, shorty?” Raphael said, suddenly appearing behind her.
“I hate it when you guys do that.” She stood up to hug him, but he walked around her, oblivious. “I didn’t know you’d be coming over.” She said, shrugging it off.
“Your boyfriend ain’t allowed to come over?” He eyed her suspiciously.
“Yes, actually, I was just about to go see you.” He let his shoulders relax a little, immediately tensing up again when she sat on her bed and patted the spot next to her, signaling him over. He sat next to her, emotion welled in her throat. “Raph, I- uh.” She sniffed, in effort to get rid of the tears. “I really feel like,” she cleared her throat. “you have been really distant lately and I don’t want you to feel-” a tear sprung from her eye. “Sorry.” She cleared her throat again, hoping she could clear away the sadness.
“What are ya’ sayin’ shorty?” He asked, wiping away her tear. She let your face rest in his loving touch for just a second before remembering that he had been ignoring her for days.
“I think we should break up.” She said, silently letting a few tears slip down her face. Raph jerked away his hand, searching her face for any kind of salvation. He felt angry, it was more then anger, it was a pain in his chest that rose to his throat, and manifested itself into tears. He choked on fragments of words coming out of his mouth. [Y/N] watched his transformation into a sobbing mess.
“I just-” he choked. “If you just-” Raphael gasped trying to form sentences. “-give me another chance.” She rushed to his side, comforting him.
“Raph I thought you didn’t care about me anymore.” She whispered, through her own tears. [Y/N] cupped his face in her hands, desperate to make him feel better.
“I’m sorry.” He said, trying to calm down. “I just try not to be to clingy, ya’ know?” She stood up to hug him, clutching his head in her chest.
“Raphael you could never be too clingy,” he wrapped two giant arms around her, pressing his face into her, his sobs muffled by her shirt. “I’m your girlfriend of course I want you around.” She pet the back of his bandana, giving him his time.
“I’ll do betta’,” he wiped his nose. “I promise.” She shook her head, looking into his eyes,
“I just want be more involved in your life raph,” she explained. “That’s all.” He looked up at her, as she bent over to kiss him. He held her for just a moment, erasing all of her doubts, kissing away her fear.
“I love you shorty.” She blushed.
“Does that mean we’re not breaking up?” She smiled,
“At least I think so.” She wiped one last tear from his face, and kissed his cheek softly. She ran her thumb over the stains on his cheeks,
“You really love me raph?” She asked.
“Yeah shorty, I really do.” She smiled, throwing herself onto him, showering him with kisses grateful that she got to keep her Raphie.
This is a little silly, but how do you think each of the guys would react to getting a hug for the first time from their best friend who they may or may not (definitely do lol) have a crush on?
This isn’t silly- I love this idea!!
Warnings: Swearing
Incarnation: Bayverse.
Extra Info: I accidentally turned this into a love confession as well… Whoops.
Leo:
You’ve known him for around 1 year and a half at this point
You’ve never really had some form of greeting
You literally walk into his room and start a conversation
He comes into your apartment and lets go of his aloof demeanor, becoming much more relaxed and saying the most random shit
It’s entertaining, really, how you two are so different when it’s just you two
But it’s what draws you to him, and him to you
But then, you apply to graduate school
He’s supportive all the way, and he’s actually the one you call when you get the email
He’s sitting right beside you when you open it, just as nervous as you are
You read it
You scream
You show Leo, who screams as well
You both act like fools, standing up and dancing in place for a bit
And then you hug him
You feel him tense underneath your arms
You let go, thinking you’ve done something wrong
You see he has wide eyes, and they follow you as you take a few steps back
“Leo…?”
“Y/N, I…”
The look in his eyes changes
It makes your heart flutter in a familiar way
“Y/N, I… I’m in love with you…”
“All it took was a hug for you to finally admit it?” you ask him
You joke, yes, but you’re beaming
He starts stuttering, looking at his feet
You approach him and hold his biceps.
He stops and looks back at you
“Do you want another hug?”
He weakly nods
You hug him, but instead of putting your chin on his shoulder, you tuck your face into his neck
“I love you too, by the way.”
Raph:
The two of you have been hanging out mostly at the Lair
You often hang out in his work out room, but more at your apartment
You spend your time talking shit about people, making jokes, or roasting the shit out of each other
You two met after he had gone to the surface one day, not long after defeating Shredder the first time
You had been preparing to photograph the sunrise on your roof when he came by and nearly knocked you off the building by accident- and you’ve been best friends ever since
You’ve also met his brothers, not long after you met him
You become so much more expressive, outgoing, and rebellious around him, which is so different than you are in the rest of your life
You’re usually so reserved and are never one to disobey someone. But he pushed that aside the moment you met
He also changes a bit around you. He becomes way more chill and less prone to anger- so much so, you notice it
(but you never point it out, because you low-key like Chill Raph)
And one day, he and his brothers just… Disappear
You couldn’t help but worry, and you pace
And then you hear coverage that Shredder broke out of prison, then a threat from the sky
Immediately you knew they were doing something about this
All you could do was wait- you weren’t in their loop to fight a battle
You were only in their loop as a friend and nothing else, as much as you wanted that to change
The night the Threat from the Sky was defeated, you waited on your rooftop
You knew he would come- he was too predictable
But he didn’t. All he did was send you a text
My brothers and I got that threat from the sky. I know I worried you. I’m sorry. I’ll come by tomorrow. -Red
You were a bit heartbroken, really
But he didn’t need to know that.
K- Y/N
So, you waited. And waited. And waited.
And then the next night came, and he came with it
You saw him about a block away, and your heart started pounding
Once he got to your rooftop, he started talking a mile a minute
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here last night, my brothers and I wanted to-”
You shushed him with a finger to his lips briefly
He immediately relaxed and closed his eyes
He exhaled a long breath when you moved your hand away
You wrapped your arms around his large torso, your head resting in the center of his plastron
You felt him tense up again, but didn’t dare let go
He slowly wrapped his arms around you, and slowly melted into the touch
“I missed you like mad,” you tell him
“You have no idea how much I missed you, too, shorty.”
“Shut up and tell me you love me already.”
He chuckled and you swore he held you a little tighter
“I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too, Red.”
Donnie:
You had actually met Mikey first, when he protected you from muggers while walking through Harlem
But then you were introduced to his brothers
Your heart threw itself into your throat when you met Donnie and it was like you lost all sense of speech
Everything you wanted to say came out as stutters or as a jumble of words unable to be understood
And Donnie seemed just as tongue tied
But you two hung out more and more- mostly in his lab or in the garage with the Tartaruga Truck
You became more goofy and silly, but also let yourself open up to him
You felt so much more vulnerable with him, but you didn’t mind. You trust him more than anyone else
And you noticed he was a becoming more and more talkative around you, telling you about his projects and gadgets
And one day, you notice he’s rather quiet
So, you ask him about it
“Hey, what’s up? You’re usually a bit more talkative,” you say
He freezes a moment, then rolls out from underneath the Tartaruga Truck
He sat up, and you giggled
“You have oil… here…” you whisper
You get a spare cloth and wipe the oil from his neck. You feel his heart racing when you go over a pressure point
“Talk to me, Donnie.”
He couldn’t look you in the eye
“It’s just… My brothers are often annoyed by how much I can talk, so I often work alone,” he admits
He shrugs like it’s not a problem
You feel bad for him- you had seen it with your own eyes, his brothers pushing him away when he’s excited
You see him look to his hands, which lay dormant in his lap
“But you… You, Y/N, don’t judge me when I start talking, you actually encourage it. I… I… That’s been on my mind for a long time, and-”
You knock him back in a tight hug
You hear his breath catch in his throat, and yours does the same
He hesitantly wraps his arms around you
You fear he could feel or hear how hard your heart was pounding against your ribs
Unbeknownst to you, he feared the same thing
“I always will. I love hearing you talk. Hell, I love you, Donatello.”
He gasps lightly, but he holds you a bit tighter
“My gods… I love you too, Y/N. Holy shit…”
Mikey:
You had met under… Weird circumstances, to say the least
You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and were getting beaten
This guys had pulled you into and alley in the dark side of the Bronx and held you down, starting to grope you to find any wallets and valuables
And then someone called out
“Hey, guys! It’s turtle time!”
You heard a few pairs of feet his the cement around you, but couldn’t look around
Soon your attacker was lifted off of you and you heard a thud soon after
“Mikey, get ‘em out of here. We’ll handle this guy,” someone in blue said
A moment later, arms were holding you bridal style as they lifted you off the ground
Soon, you were on the rooftop and you heard a fight going on below
“Hey, hi. I’m Mikey. You alright?”
You looked at the one who saved you, and were caught by surprise at his appearance
But only at first, because you were then caught in his baby blue eyes
“Um… Fine. Shaken, but… Fine.”
You hugged him
“Thank you, Mikey.”
You let go a moment later, and he was then joined by three other mutants like him
“Hey there. You good?” the one in a red bandana asked you
“I already asked, Raph,” Mikey said, finding his voice again. “What’s your name?”
“Y/N.”
Mikey smiled at you
The other three started leaving
“I hope to see you again- not like this, of course, but-”
You took out a sticky note as the third one in purple called to Mikey
“Mikey, we gotta go!” said the one in purple
“Here- my number,” you said
You handed him the sticky note.
He looked at it and his smile grew
“See ya, Y/N,” Mikey smiled
He ran off to follow his brothers, already longing for your touch again
That night, in his room, he held his pillow, trying to mimic the feeling of you against his plastron
But the next day, he gathered the courage to ask to hang out
And he got to hug you again
He made sure to enjoy every second, which he didn’t do the first time
Hi! Sorry to bother, but could you do a scenario or Headcanon with the turtles x a s/o who’s have been taking care of puppies for the past 2-3 months ( assisted on the birth, literally took care of them every day ) but now that the puppies are getting into their new homes, s/o are very anxious and worried about them having a nice home? Who’s really trying to keep it together and not cry but they can see they are hurting? ( I have been taking care of so said puppies and I just hope they have a nice place to sleep, that they are taken care of, have food and are loved. the last puppy is going their new home tomorrow and I’m on the verge of tears ahhrbgjdjsksj I’m so worried because I don’t really know this person but I truly hope they take care of them properly you know?) anyways, thank you and hope you have a good night / day
It’s not a problem! Have a good night/day, friend!!
Warnings: None.
Incarnation: Bayverse.
Extra Info: Gender-neutral reader who is affectionately called “Second Mother” to the litter
Leo:
He can immediately tell you’re anxious- even stressed- when you arrived at the Lair
He starts a pot of tea and has you sit in the kitchen with him
“Is something wrong with the puppies?” he asks you
He knew you’ve been a Second Mother to a litter of puppies that your own dog had just given birth to
“Nothing’s wrong with them, no,” you said
He obviously can tell something is still upsetting you
“Well, I’m all ears if you’re up to talking about it-”
“They’ve started going to their forever homes, Leo. Most of them already left today…”
Leo can hear the shakiness in your voice as it cracks over the sentence
He turns away from the tea to look at you
Your head is in your hands and your shoulders are shaking
“I’m trying so hard to keep it together but I can’t help it- I’ve been there for them since they were born, Leo, and now they’re all going away…”
You tried to stop crying, but you couldn’t help it
He hugged you gently
“Only Munchkin is left, but someone’s coming to get her tomorrow…”
“Shh, love- I don’t doubt they’ll all be okay.”
“I know, since I interviewed everyone who adopted, but I can’t help… Worrying…”
You hated how weak you felt, but Leo made sure you knew it was okay to feel like it
He held you to him for as long as you wanted and needed
Raph:
Loud music came from a nearby bar as Raph entered your apartment
He was almost shocked when he found you pacing
“Hey, babe, what’s happening?” he asks you, taking you by your arms to hold you still
You can’t stop looking at the designated puppy area
“They… I’m worried about them. The puppies.”
That’s when Raph looked as well
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath
It was an attempt at not crying
“They got adopted today. CiCi is getting adopted tomorrow…”
You sniffed and finally tore your eyes away from them
You looked up at Raph, who hated seeing you so close to tears
“I didn’t know it would be so hard to part with them…”
“I know, baby…”
Raph brought you to his plastron and held you
He took one of your hands and started doing a slow waltz with you
It was a lazy attempt to keep time with the music from the bar
But you found an odd sense of comfort in it.
“You’re worried ‘bout them being okay?”
“More than anything.”
“They’ll be fine, Y/N,” he said into your hair.
He stroked your back as you two danced slowly around your living room
“But-”
“Y/N, your standards were so high for those people- they had to be perfect or else.”
You chuckled at that
You let him lead you in a lazy slow dance until the bar finally closed in the early hours of the morning
Donnie:
He knew you were giving out the puppies over the next few days
He thought he was prepared for how hard it would be for you two, and especially for you
That’s why he decided to stay with you the night before the first puppies were to be adopted
He remained on the roof while the people came to your apartment so you knew he was near
As soon as the last person left, he immediately re-entered your apartment
An odd silence filled the air, and it hung heavily on your shoulders
You couldn’t take your eyes away from the area where the puppies once were
It was empty, and their mother continued to sleep like nothing changed
Donnie hugged you gently from behind
You leaned into him, closing your eyes tightly
“They’re gone…” you whispered
He held you a bit tighter
“I’m so worried for them. I’m scared I possibly made a wrong choice…”
“Trust your judgement, Y/N. You tested every one of them as much as you could.”
You nodded, but couldn’t help the knot in your chest
“I’m gonna miss them, Don…”
“I know… Me too, honestly.”
He stayed that night as well, never not touching you in some way
Holding your hand, hugging you, his ankle underneath yours, your legs or arms bumping into each other
He didn’t want you to feel more alone
Mikey:
You didn’t tell him the puppies had started to be adopted
You knew he would be devastated, much like you are
You were struggling to keep it together
You were pacing and near tears, but you knew it had to be done- for their sake
They were ready
But you knew you weren’t
He knew you were upset even before he climbed down the fire escape that night
He felt a shift in the area, so
When he came to your apartment, he immediately took you in his arms without explanation
“Hey, angelcakes. Mikey’s here now, I’m here. Talk to me, baby…”
You two remained silent for a long time
You cracked
“They’re gone,” you tell him
You broke
You started to cry
You collapsed against him, your heart heavy
“What do you mean ‘they’re gone,’ love?”
“The puppies… I didn’t want to tell you… But they’re adopted…”
You felt his hold on you loosen slightly
Then it tighten twice as much as it had been
“They’re going to be okay, babycakes. I’m certain you chose the right people.”
“It still hurts…”
You two remained like that
Him holding you in the middle of your living room as you cried
