I am currently taking requests for the Bayverse Turtles Only!!
YOU MUST BE 18+ IN ORDER TO REQUEST A SMUT
No, you are not allowed to repost my writing on any other platform, but reblogs are greatly appreciated and highly encouraged!
THINGS I WILL NOT ACCEPT INCLUDE:
Anything involving R*pe or Abuse of any kind (done by the turtles
Anything with highly controversial topics
Discrimination of any kind (Done by the turtles)
Anything else that you’d seriously question before requesting it
I DO NOT DO MATCHUPS!
Please specify what pronouns you’d like me to use! I normally lean towards she/her so if you want me to change that please let me know! I’d be happy to!
Requests also may be a bit slow! I don’t do this full time and I am quite forgetful if I’m being honest😅 so I’m sorry if it takes me a bit to get back to you but I always try my best!❤️
Also important to note: I have never actually written smut for a male reader before, so I’d have to decline any requests for that, I’m just not confident in it yet💔 once I gain a bit more experience I’ll definitely update yall!🤗
If you have any further questions just DM me! I check my inbox pretty frequently so I’ll try my absolute best to answer☺️
People can say that TMNT bayverse movies sucks but the fandom is still alive and kicking and making new fanfics after 11 years, so fuck them and their bad taste
I am once again begging people to realize that AI checker doesn’t work. it’s never worked. it’s notoriously known to have flagged human-made works as AI and AI-generated works as human-made. and by feeding it people’s works, you are feeding more works to AI, because apparently the machine itself is AI.
the only thing AI checker does is harm genuine artists and people in general too.
AN: This is my first smut, so bare with me, however I hope you enjoy!!!
MINORS DNI
You were a nervous wreck. In absolute shambles. You stood in front of your floor length mirror analyzing the lingerie set you had bought nearly a month ago. Was it too much? Not enough? Nobody ever really talks about this stuff.
Your wonderful loving boyfriend was experienced. You both met in your mid twenties so why wouldn’t he be? The complicated part of this situation?
You knew damn near nothing.
Sure you have had your make out sessions, the heavy petting, the occasional innuendo. But beyond that? You were a babe in the woods.
Of course you’d seen home videos. What happens and what goes where, but it’s not like any of that actually teaches you anything.
You threw on a sweatshirt and leggings over the pink matching set, hoping that in case things went south, you wouldn’t give too much away. Just as you did, you heard your living room window open.
“Angel?” His wonderful voice called out.
Well, it’s now or never.
You walked out into the small living area where he was climbing through the window. He gave a smile as you walked over, and wrapped you into a tight embrace. You wrapped your arms around him (at least as much as you could) and breathed in his scent. It was the most comforting thing in the world.
He pulled back and enthusiastically plopped on your couch.
“So! What’re we watchin’ tonight babe? I know you wanted to show me those reality TV shows you’re always talking about.”
Oh his poor…unsuspecting soul…
“Well.” You spoke with a false confidence in your voice. “I was hoping we’d try something a little different tonight?”
Mikey smiled. “Like what, baby?”
Here goes nothing…or everything…
You confidently straddled his lap. He was stunned but placed his hands on your hips. He said nothing….probably waiting for you to make another move.
“I um….I was hoping we could…take the next step?” You asked a bit wearily
“The next step? I dunno what you mean sweetie.” He gave a grin. Oh my god. He was fucking with you.
When you only gave a soft blush, he chuckled.
“I just wanna hear you say it babe~”
You took a deep inhale, and let it out slowly before speaking.
“I’d like to have sex…if that’s ok…”
Mikey smiled softer than usual. His hands moving to your lower back, moving up and down for comfort.
“You sure babe? I know you’re new at this, we don't have to rush.”
You nodded.
“I really want to! I love and trust you with everything I have. I wouldn’t want it to be with anyone else.”
He gave a grin and leaned in to kiss you, which you happily reciprocated.
The kiss was more passionate than usual. His tongue is more dominant and his soft groans into your mouth were a lot more breathy. Like he wasn’t holding back anymore.
You yelped a bit as he stood up, taking you with him. He secured your legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss as he moved towards your bedroom. Luckily you had planned for this. The lights were dim and soft music played with candles for ambiance.
He laid you down slowly, and broke the kiss as he looked down at you. Not an unfamiliar position, but there was a new feeling. Something more exciting, more terrifying.
His gold chain sparkled in the light as he crawled over you, he gave a sweet smile as he leaned down and kissed your cheek.
“I’m gonna take care of you babe. It’ll feel real good too~”
You almost gulp at his words. You honestly have no idea what he's gonna do from here.
As if he read your mind he continues to speak.
“Raise your hips for me angel.”
You do as he says obediently, and he goes for your waistband, pulling your leggings and panties down simultaneously.
He tosses them to the ground and moves your legs apart, looking at you. All of you.
Your face darkens and you’re about to close your legs when-
Oh!
Oh my…
He takes his thumb and makes slow, circular motions on your clitoris. He smiles as you gasp and squirm against his hand.
“That feel good y/n?”
You only let out a small mewl. That tells him enough.
He moves his focus down to your entrance, slowly tracing the opening. It starts to ache. As if it knows he’s there and needs him to fill that void inside you.
“Can you…can you put it in?”
Mikey chuckles a bit at your shy request.
“Already? It might sting a little.”
You nod furiously.
“I want you to…”
Mikey keeps his eyes on your face as he slowly pushes his finger in. He gets a decent way when there's a bit of give, but he’s quick to adjust his angle and fully insert it.
You tighten on instinct, and let out a shaky breath of air. It stung…but it stung so good…
“Relax for me baby. I’ve got you.”
His reassurance calms you, and your pussy loosens just enough to where he can move his finger in a come hither motion.
Finally, you moan.
It catches you off guard, and you wanna run when you see your boyfriend's face brighten at the sinful noise that just slipped past your lips.
“I wanna hear you baby…come on let me hear it.”
You allow yourself to mewl and moan as you grind yourself against his hand. He then removes his finger (much to your distaste) and moves onto his knees as he adjusts your legs over his shoulders.
“Mikey you don’t have to…”
He only grinned as he pulled you closer to him, and looked directly into your eyes as he took one, long, firm lick.
You shuddered at the feeling. A pleasurable chill going straight through you.
His tongue circled your clit as you moaned and gasped his name. The lewd noises filling the room were almost drowned out by the music.
Almost.
He pulled away just as you felt a pressure build, and before you could protest he stood to his feet.
“You think you’re ready angel?”
You gulped, but nodded. If it felt half as good as that, you’d say yes to anything.
He pulled down his sweats, then his underwear, and-
Oh wow…
“H-how’s that gonna fit?” You asked genuinely concerned.
Mikey only laughed. “Like a glove babe.”
He lined himself up, and pushed in gently. A sharp sensation coursed through you, making you wince, and he stopped.
You took a breath, nodded, and he pushed in a little more, until an even sharper pain, and you jolted, but he kept a hold on your thighs.
"Don' t go runnin’ baby. I’m almost in ok?”
You shudder and nod when suddenly, he fully sheathes himself, making you gasp. His hips were fully pressed against yours now, and he moved his hands to either side of your face, lowering down to your level.
“Tell me when to move sweetie.”
You took a minute before you nodded, and slowly, he started to move his hips. The feelings stings at first, but it melts into something else.
Something intoxicating.
You start to moan a little, and when he feels you relax more, he goes deeper.
You only get louder at that, and your hands move to his shoulders, while your nails dig into him.
He groans at that and starts going harder. Hitting the perfect spot.
Just then you felt the familiar pressure from earlier, and the intense feeling blooming in your stomach was becoming much too prominent to ignore.
“You’re close Angel…god you’re so close…”
He goes impossibly deeper, and then…
Bliss. Pure bliss.
Your body tenses and shakes as waves of pleasure rack through you, and you gasp at the feeling of Mikey’s orgasm, feeling the intensity of which he’s finishing inside you.
After you’ve both come down from your highs, he lays next to you and holds you close.
“Not so bad right?” He says as he gives a goofy grin.
A/N: My requests ARE open! I try to get to them rather quickly so in theory it should be answer in two to three days time. Remember to read my request rules that are pinned to my account :)
You were so incredibly in love with your amazing boyfriend Leonardo.
He saved you from some perv when you were walking home from your closing shift one night.
Once you got over the initial shock of him being a mutant turtle, you became pretty decent friends.
Until you put it on him one night while watching the Goonies.
Then you became a little more than friends.
You two had agreed to a mandatory movie night every Friday after you got home from work. It started with him respectfully sitting on the other end of the couch, then inching closer to where your thighs were touching, then eventually your legs would rest on top of his once you got to that level of trust and comfort.
At this point you had been crushing on him for some time but had no idea how to approach the conversation.
Luckily you were anything but subtle, and decided on the direct approach.
During the movie, you got up mumbling something about having to go to the bathroom. He hummed in response and continued watching the movie, not paying you much mind.
But that was about to change. He had no idea what was coming.
You walked into your small bathroom and picked up the matching blue set you had bought at a lingerie store earlier that day. You slipped the lacy bra on, followed by the skimpy thong, then pinned your hair up, and sprayed some perfume. For good luck of course.
You emerged from the bathroom, feeling especially sexy with your new attire, and stood just out of his field of vision.
When you didn’t come back to the couch immediately, he turned to look at you.
You’ll never forget the look on his face.
You saunter over as seductively as you can, and slip yourself into his lap so that you’re straddling him.
He’s made no moves to stop you so far, which was a good sign.
“Y’know…I never really gave a proper thank you for saving me that night.”
He lifted his gaze from your breasts to your eyes, seeming to gain some of his composure.
“Maybe we could work on that tonight~” You continued, loving the way you could feel how hard he was underneath you.
“Maybe we could.” he said with a look of lust in his eyes, and you returned the look just the same.
Neither of you let go.
Neither of you looked away.
BONUS:
April, Casey, Vern, and Leo all stared at you with the most shocked expressions you’ve ever seen on their faces.
“So you just…” Casey trailed in disbelief
“Like before you even had a conversation about it?” April finished for him.
“I don’t think I can get those images out of my head.” Casey said with a near horrified expression.
“...The Goonies?” Vern blinked.
You were genuinely confused at their horror, and turned to Leo who was right by your side.
Leo let out an embarrassed groan and ran a hand down his face. “I don’t think they needed all of the details, babe.”
You just blinked at him, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the dawning realization on your face. “Oh!.....My bad.”
Hey I was wondering if you could write a Donnie x shapeshifter reader where is a showgirl/burlesque. (like Rhiannon character bubbles in valerian and the city of a thousand planets) Or just a regular showgirl/burlesque if you want
A/N: Oooh this is a good one! I don’t think I’ve ever seen that movie so I just made the reader a burlesque performer/showgirl! Hope you like it :)
She was a Showgirl
Bayverse Donnie x Reader
Donnie and his brothers were in the oddly spacious vents of a newer night club in the upper west side. You had told him that you had really wanted him to come to your show, and after plenty of research and preparation, he was able to do so. He wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, however his brothers were insistent on coming along, as you were a dear friend of theirs and they wanted to support you in any way they could, so here they were.
“When’s she coming on stage?” Mikey asked, bubbling with excitement.
“Any minute now.” Donnie said, checking his watch.
“What kinda place is this anyways?” Raph asked as he looked through the air duct at the audience.
“Seems like a comedy club I think.” Leo inquired.
“That’s my guess.” Donnie shrugged.
“Wait…you don’t know?” Leo raised a brow.
Donnie blinked. “I didn’t think to ask.”
Just as Mikey was going to comment, the lights dimmed, a clear indicator that the show was about to start.
A slow sensual beat filled the room, and when a long, slender leg poked from behind the curtain, the audience cheered.
You sauntered on stage, and your attire almost put Donnie into shock.
You wore black sparkly lingerie, with boots that reached your thighs and had heels higher than he had ever seen you wear before.
You looked good.
Really good.
You lip synced to the song, and moved your body in ways he thought only he had seen, dancing on a chair and performing more acrobatic tricks to showcase your immaculate flexibility.
Again, an attribute of yours he believed only he knew about.
But nonetheless, he was enthralled by you. He loved it, and by the time you walked off stage…
He had completely forgotten that his brothers were there.
“Damn Don.” Raph smirked.
“That was…impressive.” Leo smiled.
“You’ve got a good one bro I’ll tell you that.” Mikey patted him on the shoulder.
He only blinked at them, realizing that maybe your invite wasn’t quite for his family as well.
You got back to your apartment that night, and smiled as you saw Donnie waiting patiently for you in your living room.
“Baby! Did you enjoy the show?” You asked, prancing over and plopping into his lap.
He smiled as he placed a hand around the small of your back and pulled you closer. “It was amazing sweetheart…the others thought so too…”
You blinked. “The others?”
Donnie gulped slightly. “Yeah um…I brought my brothers…”
You stared at him for a moment, and then burst into a fit of laughs. “Donnie! You brought your brothers to my burlesque show?”
“I had no idea that it was a burlesque show! And they invited themselves, you know!” He defended.
You giggled again as you wrapped your arms around him. “How about next time I give you a more private show?”
Donnie smiled and kissed your cheek. “I’d like that very much.”
Can you please do headcanons for the Bayverse turtles having a chaos gremlin best friend who they all see as a little sister
A/N: I love this so much! I will admit I wasn't all that heavy on the chaos gremlin aspect but I love the idea of them having someone they view as a little sister! I hope you like it :)
Gremlin
Bayverse TMNT x Platonic! Fem Reader
Everyone in the lair was enjoying a rare, peaceful Saturday evening.
Donnie was deep in his lab, Leo practiced his katas on the central platform, Mikey was in the kitchen, crafting dinner, and Raph was in the gym.
Then they heard it.
“HELLOOOOOO!”
Every single one of them froze.
They’d know that voice anywhere.
You waltzed in like you owned the place, no hesitation, no warning, kicking your shoes off near the entrance and tossing your bag aside. Your presence alone shifted the atmosphere, like a switch had been flipped.
Leo spotted you first, since his platform sat smack in the middle of the lair. You planted yourself directly in front of it, hands clasped behind your back, rocking on your heels as you stared at him expectantly.
He sighed through a smile and stopped mid-kata.
“You’re not moving until I hug you, are you?”
You grinned.
Leo hopped down and pulled you into your mandatory greeting hug, squeezing you tight.
“I meant to tell you,” you blurted excitedly into his chest, “I signed up for self-defense classes!”
Leo pulled back, brows lifting. “You did?”
You nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! I know you’ve been getting onto me about not knowing the basics.”
Before Leo could respond, a familiar voice cut in from behind you.
“Ya ain’t gotta go and pay money for that stuff, kid. You’re surrounded by professionals right ‘ere.”
You spun around instantly and launched yourself at Raph, hugging him hard. He accepted it without hesitation, arms wrapping around you and giving you a tight squeeze that nearly lifted you off the ground.
He chuckled. “Missed you too.”
Leo nodded in agreement. “He’s right. You could’ve just asked us.”
You shrugged innocently. “I didn’t wanna be a bother.”
Raph snorted and ruffled your hair. “You’ve been botherin’ us since we were kids. Ya think we’d start carin’ now?”
Right on cue, Mikey wandered in with a cup of ramen, his grin widening when he saw you.
“Yo! Sup, kid?” He leaned down and pulled you into a one-armed side hug, carefully keeping the noodles upright. “Didn’t know you’d be here tonight.”
“I don’t have a ton of coursework this weekend,” you said. “So I figured I’d finish what I have left here.”
Leo was already moving. “Of course. Sit down, I’ll get your blanket.”
He disappeared before you could protest, because at this point it was tradition.
Donnie emerged from his lab just then, pushing his goggles up. “Y/N! Hey! I thought you were swamped.”
You immediately bee-lined toward him. He leaned down to hug you properly, careful and warm.
“It’s lighter this week,” you said, then brightened. “Actually, I was hoping you could look over one of my lab reports.”
Donnie nodded without hesitation. “Yeah, absolutely. Just send me the doc.”
You plopped down next to him on the couch. Mikey dropped to the floor near your legs, and Raph claimed the spot beside you, draping a heavy, protective arm over your shoulders.
Leo returned, dramatically tossing your blanket into your lap before sitting beside Raph.
“Alright,” he said, grabbing the remote. “Mikey picked last time. Your turn, Y/N.”
You snatched the remote immediately.
“Say less.”
Within seconds, Bridgerton was on.
Raph squinted at the screen. “The hell is this?”
You smirked. “It’s art. Trust me.”
As the episode started, you immediately leaned over and stole a mouthful of Mikey’s ramen without asking.
“HEY!” Mikey protested, then sighed. “Y’know what? Fine. I should’ve known better.”
You hummed happily and took another bite.
By the time the show settled into its rhythm, you were curled comfortably between them, blanket tucked tight, Raph’s arm steady, Mikey absentmindedly kicking your foot, and Donnie explaining something under his breath that you only half listened to.
They were all aware of it, the bond, the way it had only grown stronger over the years. You weren’t just a guest. You weren’t just a friend.
You were theirs.
A sister in every way that mattered.
And whether you liked it or not, they’d be there forever indulging your chaos, letting you steal their food, interrupt their routines, while somehow managing to make the lair feel more like home just by waltzing in and yelling at the top of your lungs.
I was wondering if you could do a Raph x black female reader
But not like a fetish or anything like that
Like something where raph is at the readers apartment while she is doing her curly hair (it can be any curl type but preferably 3b-4c) and like raph is just in amazing watching her do her hair.
Btw I love your writing❤️
A/N: I love this so much! As a black woman myself, I love seeing our hair/culture integrated into fics and would be more than honored to write a fic of this nature, ESPECIALLY with my man Raph! I hope you like it :)
Wash Day
Bayverse Raph x Black! Female Reader
Wash day was always a love–hate relationship.
You spent the entire day fighting your curls, arguing with them, pleading, threatening, bargaining like they were sentient beings with a personal vendetta against you. That part was miserable. Your arms burned, your patience wore thin, and every knot felt personal.
But once they finally cooperated?
Oh, you were the shit.
By the time you hit the detangling stage, again, it was already creeping past 10 p.m. But that was on you. Starting wash day after noon always turned into a full-blown event. You’d planned on doing a silk press for the winter, but after taking down your braids, detangling, washing, then detangling all over again, you decided that dream could wait for a stylist with better upper-body strength.
You were working through the last section of your hair when you heard it. The soft slide of your living room window opening, then closing just as quietly.
You smiled instantly.
“Babe?” Raph called out.
“I’m in here, baby!” you answered from your spot on the bathroom floor.
A moment later, he appeared in the doorway, arms crossed loosely over his chest. His expression softened the second he saw you sitting cross-legged on the cool tile, curls half-done, finger-coiling a section into neat spirals while your products sat scattered around you.
He smiled. “You took the braids out?”
You nodded, reaching for your wide-tooth comb. “Yeah. They were getting old. I thought about silk pressing it, but…” You huffed. “That idea died somewhere between shampoo and conditioner.”
He chuckled and flipped the toilet lid down before sitting. “Looks good, ma.”
You sighed dramatically. “If I could wear my curls out without dedicating an hour every day to styling, I’d do it way more.”
Raph shrugged, like it was obvious. “I think all your hairstyles are beautiful.”
You laughed, shaking your head, then glanced up at him. “If you help me, I can finish a lot faster.”
He didn’t even hesitate.
Raph stood, grabbed the spare comb from the sink, and moved to sit on the edge of the tub behind you. Before you could explain a thing, he was already parting your hair carefully, like he knew it mattered. He scooped a bit of leave-in conditioner into his palm, rubbed his hands together to warm it, then smoothed it through the section before gently curling it around his thick fingers.
You froze.
Then slowly raised a brow.
He caught your look and smirked, toothpick shifting to the corner of his mouth. “I watch those hair videos you’re always lookin’ at.”
Your lips parted, then curved into a soft smile. You didn’t say anything at first, you just leaned back slightly, letting your shoulders rest against his knees. The intimacy of it hit you harder than you expected. None of your past partners had ever bothered to learn your hair. Some barely tolerated it. Others treated it like a nuisance.
Raph treated it like something sacred.
He worked quietly, careful not to tug, hands warm and steady. Every so often, his knuckles brushed your neck or shoulder, sending a little shiver down your spine.
“You’re really good at this,” you murmured.
He shrugged. “Ain’t hard. Just gotta be gentle.”
That alone nearly undid you.
You continued detangling your section, the bathroom filled with the soft sounds of combing, running water, and the faint hum of the city outside. At some point, Raph leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
“Smells good,” he muttered.
You smiled. “You say that every time.”
“‘Cause it’s true every time.”
When you finally finished the last section, you let out a relieved breath and leaned fully back into him. His arms came around you automatically, one resting across your stomach, the other draped over your shoulder.
“All done,” you said softly.
“Bout time,” he teased. “You been in here all day.”
You laughed and turned your head, kissing his jaw. “Worth it.”
He helped you up, then followed you out into the living room, where you both collapsed onto the couch. Raph tugged you into his chest, one hand absentmindedly playing with your freshly done curls, careful not to disturb them.
“You trust me a lot,” he said quietly.
You nodded, fingers tracing lazy circles on his plastron. “Yeah. With my hair especially.”
He hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I don’t take that lightly.”
The room was warm, quiet, safe. Eventually, your eyes grew heavy, your body finally relaxed after the long day.
“I love you, Raphie,” you murmured, half-asleep.
He tightened his hold on you just a bit, voice low and certain.
“Love you too, kid.”
Can you do headcanons on if the Bayverse turtles knew Reader since they were kids (can be platonic or romantic, I don't really care. I just want headcanons on what if the turtles knew Reader before the events of the movies)
A/N: I feel like this type of relationship with the turtles isn’t written about enough. I will admit I went a bit crazy and it ended up being a million words long, so I kept it to just Leo for now. However, please let me know if you want something similar for the rest!
Friend of Mine
Bayverse Leo x Reader (Platonic)
You met Leo when you were seven years old, and he was eight.
It was a rainy afternoon, the kind where the world felt dim and gray, and your backpack was heavier than usual, which didn’t help your balance.
You were just trying to get home when your bad luck struck: you slipped and fell straight through an open sewer grate.
You hit the ground hard, scraping your hands and knees. The sting and shock brought tears to your eyes, and for a moment you were sure you’d start crying. Then…
“Are you okay?”
A small voice echoed from somewhere in the dark.
You froze, wide-eyed. “Who said that?”
“Hold on! I’ll get my dad!”
You heard hurried footsteps retreat into the distance. Huffing, you stood up and brushed yourself off, trying not to get your brand new raincoat dirty.
A minute later, a calm, older voice called out from the shadows.
“My dear, are you alright?”
You squinted into the darkness but answered softly, “Um… yeah. I hurt my knee, but I’m okay.”
The voice spoke again, gentle but cautious.
“I am going to come closer, but please, don’t be frightened by my appearance. I am not like others, but I would never harm you.”
Maybe it was because you were only in second grade, or maybe it was because the voice sounded so kind, but you nodded.
“Okay…”
Out of the darkness stepped something you never expected: a giant rat. And behind him, a small turtle boy, clutching a small medkit in his hands.
You blinked at the rat, then at the turtle.
“May I see your knee?” the rat asked kindly.
You hesitated, then nodded, sitting down as he crouched to inspect the scrape.
“My, that’s quite a scratch,” he said with a hum. “I can take care of it for you if you like.”
You nodded eagerly. The sting was already getting worse.
The turtle opened the medkit, and the rat, Splinter, as you would learn, skillfully cleaned and bandaged the cut. It wasn’t at all serious, but to a little kid such as yourself, it felt like a lot.
Once you were patched up, the rat stood tall again.
“What is your name, little one?”
“Y/N,” you answered shyly.
“That is a lovely name,” he said, smiling. “I am Splinter, and this is my son, Leonardo.”
The turtle waved. “You can call me Leo, though.”
You waved back, smiling. Splinter’s eyes softened at the innocent exchange.
“Where are your parents, Y/N?” he asked.
“My mommy’s at home. I was walking from school.”
Before Splinter could ask anything else, a frantic voice echoed from above.
“Y/N? Y/N, baby, where are you?”
You looked up. “That’s my mommy!”
Splinter nodded in understanding. “Let’s get you home, little one.”
A few minutes later, you were sitting in front of your apartment door, waiting. When your mother finally came rushing down the hallway, soaked from the rain, she nearly dropped her umbrella in relief.
“Y/N! Oh my god, what happened?” She knelt and looked you over, noticing your scuffed hands and the neat bandage on your knee.
“I fell down,” you said, “but a boy and his daddy helped me!”
Splinter had told you not to tell anyone what they were, and you weren’t about to break your promise.
Your mother sighed and scooped you into her arms, kissing your cheek affectionately. “Come on, kid. Let’s get you dry and order some Chinese, yeah?”
You grinned and nodded, the strange encounter already settling somewhere deep in your memory.
You knew you would see them again.
(15 Years Later)
“Yes, Mom, I’ve been eating,” you huffed, balancing a grocery bag on your hip as you climbed the stairs to your apartment. “No, I don’t have a boyfriend yet, but you’ll be the first to know when I do.”
You pushed open your door, barely blinking at the giant turtle lounging on your couch, a book in hand like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Well…it actually was the most normal thing in the world. At least to you it was.
“Alright, Mom, love you too. Bye.”
You hung up and let your grocery bags drop onto the floor. “I’m quitting my job.”
Leo didn’t even look up. “The one you just got?”
“Yup. That one.” You flopped onto the couch beside him, tossing your feet over his legs. “I’ll just move into the lair. Maybe I’ll become a ninja too. Who knows what hidden potential I’ve got.”
He finally looked up from his book, one brow ridge raised. “You can’t even open a pickle jar.”
You gasped in mock offense. “Rude. You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Sure thing, kid.”
You groaned dramatically, flopping back into the cushions. “Ugh, I hate that you’re right. I’m doing spreadsheets and joining zoom meetings forever.”
“Hey,” he said with a grin, “at least you’ve got it all figured out.”
You peeked at him from under your arm. “You know what? Fuck the groceries. You want Chinese?”
Leo smirked. “Why do you think I came over?”
You gave his leg a light kick, earning a deep laugh that filled the apartment. It was the same laugh you’d known since you were seven.
The one that always made you feel safe.
And as the rain began to fall outside again, just like the day you met, you couldn’t help but smile.
“Same order as always?” you asked.
Leo grinned. “You know it.”
And as you grabbed your phone to place the order, you thought about how strange and lucky it was that a rainy fall all those years ago had led to this. Your best friend sitting on your couch, teasing you about pickle jars and eating lo mein straight from the carton as you binged your favorite movies
Hey hey hey, what if the boys discover they're gonna be father, questions like: "is it mine? How could it happen? It's that possible?" Something like that
You're WHAT?!
Bayverse TMNT x Fem Reader
The boys find out they're gonna be fathers...
Leo
Leo was a bit thrown off by your call. You both had been hooking up for a few months now, and typically you didn’t see each other more than once or twice a week, but when you called him one evening insisting that he had to come to your place, he went.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that this definitely wasn’t a booty call.
He entered through your fire escape as he always did. He called out for you, and you emerged from your bedroom with an odd expression. You looked calm but not in a content way. It was almost eerie.
“Y/N? You alright?” He asked carefully, trying to gauge where your head was at.
You took a deep breath.
“I’m pregnant.”
Leo blinked. “...What?”
“I’m pregnant. With a baby.”
Leo was stunned.
“Is…Is it mine?”
It was a valid question. You weren’t exclusive and were both free to see other people, but the question still stung a bit.
“Yes. It’s yours.”
Leo paused for a second. He placed down some of his gear, and sat on the couch, clearly deep in thought.
You were patient. It was a lot to process. After about five minutes, he looked right at you.
“I didn’t know this was even possible.”
“Me neither…” You admitted. You had never once used protection, assuming that pregnancy was out of the question.
Well…it’s certainly not.
“Where’s your head at?” He asked thoughtfully.
You took a deep breath. “As long as my life isn’t in jeopardy…I’d like to have the baby.”
He blinked, visibly surprised.
“I know it’s sudden but…since I found out this morning every part of me wants to have the baby. I think I’m ready to be a mother…”
He looked at you, then stood and walked over to you placing a gentle hand on your stomach. “Then I’m ready to be a father.”
You smiled, placing your hand over his. You knew it was going to be a bumpy road, with many long conversations to be had, but you were thrilled.
After all, Leo wasn't going anywhere.
Raph
“Hey shorty I-”
“I’m pregnant.”
Raph blinked at you. He hadn’t even gotten in the damn window yet.
“What?”
“I’m pregnant.”
He groaned as he made the uncomfortable squeeze into your bedroom.
“You sure?”
“I took five tests. All positive.”
He raised a brow. “You sure it’s mine.”
You got a bit flustered at that. “You’re the only one I’ve been with!”
Raph’s heart dropped. You two had been hooking up for maybe two months now, and he had only met you a month before that. A baby? And it’s his? He didn’t even know he could have babies.
“Raph?”
He heard the concern in your voice, and remembered you must be freaking out too.
“I’m here babe.”
He walked up and wrapped his arms around you, and you immediately buried your face into his plastron.
“I’ve gotcha alright? Both of ya.”
You nodded. You knew he meant it. He always did.
Donnie
He heard your taps on the floor and smiled as he turned to face you. His smile fell when he saw the redness in your eyes and the puffiness of your face. You had been crying.
“Y/N? What’s wrong?” He stood and immediately went to your side.
You sniffled and handed him what was in your hand. A pregnancy test. The test had two very clear pink lines. He knew what that meant.
He took a second to gather his thoughts, then he looked back up at you.
The first step was calming you down.
He took you into his arms and leaned down to kiss the crown of your head.
“It’s ok sweetheart…”
You sobbed into his chest violently, your small body shaking against his. After a few minutes you gathered your composure.
He lifted your head to look directly into your eyes.
“I promise you everything is going to be ok.”
You nodded, wiping your eyes.
For some odd reason, you believed him.
Mikey
You and Mikey had been having some fun for a couple of months now.
Neither of you were looking for anything committed or serious, and it was refreshing to be able to have harmless fun with someone (especially with his skills wink wink) and have no strings attached.
Well until your pregnancy test was positive.
Then it was a bit more serious.
You had to tell him…at some point-
You tried to tell him the next week.
Then the next week…
Then two weeks after that.
It had been an entire month and you had said not a word.
Of course at this point you were taking vitamins (you had no idea if prenatals even worked on mutant babies but you figured it was worth the effort) and even started reading parenting books and looking at cribs online.
Yet you still hadn’t told Mikey.
One evening he swung by your place after his patrol, something he hadn’t really had the chance to do in the past month.
He went to raid your kitchen as always when he saw a bottle on the counter. His curiosity got the best of him and he decided to read it.
Prenatal Vitamins for Second Trimester.
Second? He wasn’t overly knowledgeable of pregnancy, but he knew that meant at least three to four months along.
That’s when you entered, grocery bags in hand. His back was facing you, so you didn’t notice anything wrong.
“Oh hey Mikey? How was your patrol?” You asked casually as you placed down your bags.
He turned to face you and once you saw the small pink bottle in his hand, you knew you had been found out.
You said nothing, waiting for him to speak first.
“Is…is the baby mine?”
You nodded. “Yeah…I haven’t been with anyone else since we started…well you know.”
“How long have you known?”
“About a month now…I found out at eight weeks. My periods have always been irregular so when I missed one I didn’t think anything of it. But when I missed another one, something told me that I should take a test…”
Mikey was silent for a while, and you waited patiently.
“Why didn’t you tell me…?”
You sighed. “I didn’t want to complicate things between us. I love what we have and I knew you didn’t want anything serious at the moment so I just…I kept it to myself. I was going to tell you eventually but…I don’t know I just got so nervous and-”
“Y/N.”
You perked up at the sound of his voice.
He walked towards you and to your surprise, gave you a hug.
You melted into it. You really need it right now.
He knew that.
“Y/N, baby you never have to hide anything from me. Ever.”
Hey I was wondering if you could write a Donnie x shapeshifter reader where is a showgirl/burlesque. (like Rhiannon character bubbles in valerian and the city of a thousand planets) Or just a regular showgirl/burlesque if you want
A/N: Oooh this is a good one! I don’t think I’ve ever seen that movie so I just made the reader a burlesque performer/showgirl! Hope you like it :)
She was a Showgirl
Bayverse Donnie x Reader
Donnie and his brothers were in the oddly spacious vents of a newer night club in the upper west side. You had told him that you had really wanted him to come to your show, and after plenty of research and preparation, he was able to do so. He wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, however his brothers were insistent on coming along, as you were a dear friend of theirs and they wanted to support you in any way they could, so here they were.
“When’s she coming on stage?” Mikey asked, bubbling with excitement.
“Any minute now.” Donnie said, checking his watch.
“What kinda place is this anyways?” Raph asked as he looked through the air duct at the audience.
“Seems like a comedy club I think.” Leo inquired.
“That’s my guess.” Donnie shrugged.
“Wait…you don’t know?” Leo raised a brow.
Donnie blinked. “I didn’t think to ask.”
Just as Mikey was going to comment, the lights dimmed, a clear indicator that the show was about to start.
A slow sensual beat filled the room, and when a long, slender leg poked from behind the curtain, the audience cheered.
You sauntered on stage, and your attire almost put Donnie into shock.
You wore black sparkly lingerie, with boots that reached your thighs and had heels higher than he had ever seen you wear before.
You looked good.
Really good.
You lip synced to the song, and moved your body in ways he thought only he had seen, dancing on a chair and performing more acrobatic tricks to showcase your immaculate flexibility.
Again, an attribute of yours he believed only he knew about.
But nonetheless, he was enthralled by you. He loved it, and by the time you walked off stage…
He had completely forgotten that his brothers were there.
“Damn Don.” Raph smirked.
“That was…impressive.” Leo smiled.
“You’ve got a good one bro I’ll tell you that.” Mikey patted him on the shoulder.
He only blinked at them, realizing that maybe your invite wasn’t quite for his family as well.
You got back to your apartment that night, and smiled as you saw Donnie waiting patiently for you in your living room.
“Baby! Did you enjoy the show?” You asked, prancing over and plopping into his lap.
He smiled as he placed a hand around the small of your back and pulled you closer. “It was amazing sweetheart…the others thought so too…”
You blinked. “The others?”
Donnie gulped slightly. “Yeah um…I brought my brothers…”
You stared at him for a moment, and then burst into a fit of laughs. “Donnie! You brought your brothers to my burlesque show?”
“I had no idea that it was a burlesque show! And they invited themselves, you know!” He defended.
You giggled again as you wrapped your arms around him. “How about next time I give you a more private show?”
Donnie smiled and kissed your cheek. “I’d like that very much.”
Hey..., I don't know if you still accept requests, or if you make this kind of content, but you could do a Bay Donnie x reader (established relationship) Bay Raph x reader (platonic) where Raph and the reader had a hidden affair that Raph didn't want to make official, so the reader starts an official relationship with Donnie, Raph gets jealous and envious and calls the reader for a talk, when they are confessing (she is angry because he didn't want to make it official and he thinks she is with his brother to make her jealous) Donnie catches them red-handed
(I love your fanfics❤️)
A/N: Thank you so much! I love this request. I did adjust it a bit, however it still keeps the same general plot. Enjoy!!
What a F*cking Mess (18+)
(This one’s a mix of spice, angst, and some fluff at the end!!)
MINORS DNI
Bayverse Raph x Reader AS WELL AS Bayverse Donnie x Reader
Raph was pissed.
Beyond pissed.
He had just found out, from Mikey of all people, that you and Donnie had started a romantic relationship.
He should’ve seen it coming though.
Especially considering the fact that he had turned down your request for something more serious.
He didn’t regret the nights you had spent together.
They were the best nights of his life.
One night in particular stuck out more than the others.
It was your first time being intimate with each other, actually.
He had come over after an argument with Leo. A bad one.
You sweet talked him out of his rage like it was nothing. Like you had done it a hundred times before.
He couldn’t resist you after that.
The way your arch was so perfect, and your panties were pushed to the side because he wasn’t patient enough to just take them off.
God you were screaming.
But that was nothing but a faded memory now.
Now he was in his room with his little brother who was playing video games and snacking like he hadn’t dropped an atomic bomb on him moments prior.
He had no idea how to even process this. You and Donnie. What had even led up to that? So he asked.
“Hey uh…you know how they got together?” He asked Mikey. It was a bit out of the blue as their initial conversation ended ten minutes ago, but his nonchalance made it less suspicious.
“Donnie had this whole elaborate setup man. Flowers and a fort at her place with her favorite movie on. Even made her dinner.”
“Huh…” Raph was spiraling.
After all…you had only confessed to him a couple of weeks ago.
He came over at his usual time. Expecting nothing more than you in your bed naked and ready for him…
He was so very wrong.
Your apartment was candlelit and smelled like vanilla, which was his favorite scent on you. Dinner was on the table. Fancy pasta was salad and wine. And soft romantic music played in the background.
You looked so gorgeous. Your hair was up and you wore a beautiful red dress that suited you perfectly.
Initially he didn't think much of it. You laughed and talked over dinner (which was delicious by the way) for hours.
After cleaning up a bit Raph moved to unzip your dress but you stopped him, and looked at him with a more serious expression.
"There's….something I’ve been wanting to tell you.”
“Yeah? What’s goin’ on?”
You took a deep breath, and looked straight into his eyes.
“I love you, Raph.”
He felt his heart drop to his balls.
“I have for a bit now actually. I just wanted to make the moment more special…”
He could only blink.
“I want to make things official between us. A relationship to be more specific-”
“I uh…hold on shorty.”
You were a bit surprised at his interruption, but listened nonetheless.
“Look I like ya…I really do but, I dunno about a relationship-”
“Why not?” You asked, tears welling up in your eyes as you realized what was happening.
He will never forget the look on your face.
“Y/N I just…I don’t think I wanna take it that far-”
“You don’t want a relationship with me?”
He stared at you for a moment. His expression was unreadable, but his next words came out clear as day.
“No…I don’t.”
The silence that filled your living room was deafening, and that look you had on your face…
He thought you were gonna be sick.
It had to have been at least thirty seconds before you responded.
“I um…I understand.”
“Y/N-”
“Hey um…if it’s ok I kinda wanna be alone tonight…”
He wasn’t gonna argue.
“Alright.”
He grabbed his things and headed out to your fire escape, but just before he left, you called out to him.
“Hey Raph?”
He turned to look at you.
“I’d like some space for a while…”
He had actually already planned to call you later on, but that was out the window now.
He gave a curt nod. “Alright. Take all the time ya need.”
And with that, he left into the night.
You two hadn’t spoken since then…and now this?
He turned to Mikey once more. “You know if she’s still here?”
He swallowed the chip he was munching on before responding. “Yeah she’s here.”
Raph darted into the main area and of course, there you were. In all your glory. Right in Donnie’s lap.
Well, he was gonna have to ruin the moment. It’s not like he was sorry though. Because he wasn’t.
“Hey Y/N?”
You turned to him, the surprise on your features was evident.
“Can I talk to ya for a second?”
You were apprehensive for a second, but nodded, whispering to Donnie that you’d be back before getting off of his lap and following Raph to a more secluded part of the lair.
Once he stops, you wait anxiously for him to say something.
And contrary to your assumption…he doesn’t seem angry.
“So…you and Donnie huh?”
It was a soft spoken question, which only fueled your anxiety.
“Um…yeah. Me and Donnie.”
“When’d that happen?”
“A couple days ago.”
He nodded, taking in the information. The suspense was killing you, so you decided to be more direct.
“Why’d you call me, Raph?”
He looked directly into your eyes.
“Because I think it’s bullshit.”
That definitely threw you off.
“What?”
“This thing you’ve got going on with Don. I think it's bullshit.”
You said nothing…so he continued.
“Two weeks ago, you were tellin’ me you loved me and wanted a relationship with me. Three weeks ago I was the one wipin’ ya tears and bringing you gifts and shit, and now you’re gonna stand here and tell me you’re already in a whole relationship? Nah. Bull. Shit.”
You are getting flustered now. “No Raph. What’s bullshit is the fact that you have the audacity to call me over and berate my relationship when you’re the one that said you didn’t want to be with me!”
Raph kept a straight expression. “I didn’t say that. I didn’t say any of that crap and you know it.”
You were bewildered at this point. You gave a sarcastic laugh. “You rejected me Raph. Plain and simple. I told you that I was in love with you and you looked me dead in my face and said-”
“That I didn’t want a relationship.”
Your expression faltered at how confidently he finished your sentence.
“Right. You said you didn’t want to be in a relationship…”
“You know why I said that?”
Your tough resolve was crumbling before his very eyes.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t know how, Y/N.”
You stared at him, wanting him to continue his thought.
“I was scared. I don’t have the first clue about being somebody’s boyfriend, but what I do know is that shit ain’t easy. Yeah I know how to order you food and protect you from assholes. I can fuck you good and take care of ya afterwards, but what do I know about relationships?”
You looked at him for a minute, and then began to speak.
“When I got sick six months ago and could barely keep my own head up, who stayed with me for four days straight just to make sure I was eating and taking my meds?”
Raph’s brows furrowed, confused by the question. “I did.” he stated with an obvious tone.
“And when I bombed my chemistry final and bawled my eyes out, who came over to cheer me up?”
Raph’s expression began to soften. “I did.”
You took a deep breath. “And when my grandmother died, who was there waiting for me at my apartment when I got home from the funeral?”
He understood what you were getting at now. “Me…I was there.”
“Yes Raph. You were there. You were always there. Whenever I needed you. That's what partners do. They stick around for each other and help them through their worst moments.”
He didn’t know what to say.
You took his hands into yours, massaging them with your thumb like you always did.
“Do you love me, Raph?”
He answered quickly. “Yeah…I love ya kid.”
You both leaned in immediately, colliding into the most passionate kiss either of you had ever experienced in your entire lives.
He held you close, knowing he was never going to let you go ever again.
When you finally broke apart, you stared into each other's eyes for a long second, before you spoke up.
“What am I gonna tell Donnie?”
A voice broke through the air, sending a chill through both of your spines.
“Don’t worry, you don't have to tell me anything.”
You both whip around to face none other than Donnie himself, who judging by the look on his face, had heard and seen everything.
He immediately turns around and storms off.
“Donnie wait!”
Raph expects you to chase after him, to go and repair your relationship and leave him standing there by himself…but you don’t.
You stay right by his side.
You say nothing for a little bit, but then you look up him and give a defeated smile.
Hi! I really love your writing! it's so refreshing and unique❤️.
I was wondering if you could do the turtles separately with a s/o whose a very famous model with stunning features that make her look like she's just walked out of peoples dreams. And he's like "how the hell did I pull her?" And "why would she choose me?". But she always shuts up his doubts and worries with the love he deserves.
This one's got a little bit of angst and a whole lot of fluff 😊
A/N: Thank you so much! This is an amazing request and I had so much fun writing it. Hope you like it!
Bayverse Turtles x Supermodel Reader
Leo
He knew you loved him. He really did. So why was it so hard to watch you leave?
You were gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. The entire world knew it. You’d been in magazines, walked runways, done major brand deals with some of the most high end companies.
Which is why he had no idea why you would ever choose to be with a mutant turtle that lives in a sewer.
He was in your apartment sitting on your couch as you modeled some dresses for an event you were attending that night, but admittedly his mind was elsewhere.
“See I love this color but I feel like the purse wouldn’t go. What do you think?”
You looked to Leo for an answer, but it’s clear he wasn't paying attention to a thing you were saying.
You pouted at the thoughtful expression on his face. “Lee?”
He seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in, diverting all of his attention back to you. “I’m sorry beautiful, what were you saying?”
You raised a brow at his obvious attempt to play it off. That may have fooled some, but never you. You knew him too well.
“Where’d you go babe?” You asked gently while taking a seat on his leg.
He knew there was no point in trying to keep his thoughts from you, so he just let it out.
You listened intently as he poured his entire heart out. How he loved all of these opportunities for you and all of the brand deals and amazing parties. The people you got to meet and the sheer amount of luxury you’ve been able to implement into your life because of your stunning looks. But he was insecure. He couldn’t fathom how a woman who was offered five hundred thousand dollars just to pose with a bottle of wine would want to be with a mutant turtle.
Once you can tell he’s gotten all of his feelings out, you begin to speak. “Firstly, let me clarify something. I think you’re the most handsome man in the world Leonardo. I love the way you look. Your green skin, how you’re taller than me even when I’m in heels, your muscles, that face, and those blue eyes. It’s all perfect. I will admit I have been approached by many men in my time but I’m with you. I turned them all down because it was you I was looking for. And now that I’ve found you, I have no reason to ever look in any other direction. You’re the man I love. Accept that, because I’m not going anywhere any time soon.”
Leo looked at you with the most loving expression you’d ever seen on his face, and you knew that your answer had eased his mind.
You smile and give him a lingering kiss. After you pull away you give him a look he oh so loved.
The one that only he could recognize.
“How about I skip the event and we stay here and have our own party~?”
Leo chuckled briefly and took you into his arms as he stood. You squealed as he walked you both to your bedroom, feeling a sense of both confidence and security in your relationship.
Raph
Raph was happy for you.
He was!
…Ok maybe he was a bit upset.
Him and his brothers were very supportive of your modeling career, so when you announced to them that you were being put in a Victoria Secret ad they were thrilled. It was a huge brand and granted a lot of exposure.
Not like you didn’t have enough already, but it’s not like some more would hurt.
So they waited in front of one of Donnie’s screens for the commercial to come on, and once it did…
Well they were definitely surprised.
It started with you lounging in a dark red room, surrounded by silk sheets wearing a lacy red two piece. You turned seductively, showing off your bottom, and then moved to sit on your knees, you seductively looked over your shoulder, and the camera panned to an extremely handsome man dressed in work attire. He dropped his briefcase at the sight of you, and gave a sexy smile as he undid the buttons on his shirt as he slowly stalked towards you. As he approaches the bed, the camera fades to black, and the words: “Rouge, by Victoria’s Secret” fills the screen.
Now it wasn’t that the ad was bad. You looked amazing, it was classy, and to his delight there was no part where you actually touched the other model.
So what was this feeling in the pit of his stomach?
About an hour later you prance into Raph’s room, beaming with excitement. “Did you see it? What did you think? Did you like it?”
But before he could answer, you furrowed your brows at the look on his face.
“Red? What’s the matter? You’re doing that face you do when you’ve been thinking too hard for too long.”
He sighs and pats his leg. You happily take a seat.
“You know I always want the best for ya right?”
You nod as you place a loving hand on his cheek.
“I loved your commercial. It was so fuckin’ sexy.”
You giggle, but continue to listen, sensing a ‘but’ somewhere in his statement.
“But it made me realize, I won’t ever look like that guy. You’re gorgeous, baby. So damn gorgeous, but…look at me.”
You raise a brow, unimpressed. “I’m looking.”
“I’m a freak. A mutant. I ain’t got any business being with-”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” You demand. Your serious tone catches Raph off guard.
You look directly into his eyes. “You’re everything I could ever want in a man. You’re strong and handsome, you care about my interests and not just my body. That’s more than anyone else has ever offered me. You never have to feel insecure with me baby. That’s something I can promise you.”
He was visibly eased by your words, and you smiled as he pulled you into a giant hug.
“Love ya kid.”
“Love you too, Raphie.”
Donnie
“Donnie!” You called as you pranced into the lair.
You were beaming as you had gotten your hands on a very exclusive Gucci winter collection, and you needed to show your boyfriend immediately. Mikey got to you first, and helped you out by taking some of the clothes from your hands.
“Dang Y/N what’s all this?” He asked while analyzing some of the fabrics.
You smiled. “Gucci. Winter 2025. This stuff hasn’t even been on the runway yet.”
“Cool!” He didn’t really know what you were on about but supported you nonetheless.
What you hadn’t initially noticed was Donnie standing in the background watching you interact with his brother.
Your long, beautiful hair was tied up in a ‘neat messy bun’ on top of your head, and highlighted your gorgeous face which had no makeup, as you never really needed any, and your slimming black top and pants accentuated that figure of yours he loved so much. And those heels…god those heels made you even taller than you already are. He loved it.
But he was…well he was feeling insecure. Here you are looking the way you look, bringing thousands of dollars worth of clothing down to the sewer to show your mutant turtle boyfriend.
What type of sick joke is that?
He was ten seconds from spiraling when he caught your beautiful eyes.
“Don!”
Your heels clicked as you rushed over to him and tackled him in a loving hug and kiss.
“I’ve missed you so much baby. Come let me show you what I got!”
You pulled him over to where Mikey was poking at your clothes and listened to you describe each item in detail, and suddenly his worries started to fade.
He could see in your eyes that you loved him, and that you were more than excited to share these things with him.
He was a part of your life now.
…And he wasn’t complaining.
Mikey
“And what is this for again?” Mikey asked as he held up one of your serums.
You glanced over at what he was holding and smiled as you went back to putting your hair in rollers.
“That’s niacinamide. It helps with my oily skin and minimizes the look of my pores.”
“Ah.” Mikey nodded. He had no idea what you were talking about but he decided to just accept it.
“So um…how long are you gonna be gone for again?”
“About two weeks. We start off here but then we head to London, then Paris, then we finish up in Milan before coming back here.”
“Oh alright…”
Mikey loved you. More than anything. You were smart, shared nearly all of his interests, and not to mention you were a drop dead gorgeous supermodel.
But moments like these where you had to travel made him uneasy.
He could never leave New York, so what if you go to Milan and realize you love it there? Who would he be to try to convince you to stay in your hometown? He wanted you to have the entire world…he just isn’t able to give it to you.
Like you were reading his mind, you spoke up.
“Mikey?”
“Yeah babe?”
“You know I love you right?”
“I know.”
You look directly at him. “Forever and ever?”
He nods. “Yes.”
“And no matter what I’ll always come home to my cheeseball?”
Mikey grinned as he nodded.
“Good. So stop thinking so hard. I can see the steam coming out of your ears.”
That made him giggle, and you knew you had eased your beau’s mind.
You smile in satisfaction, and then a more frustrated look crosses your face.
“Now…can you help me with these rollers? I have no idea what I’m doing.”
