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adorkablecringeworks · 2 years ago

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That Color Looks Good on You

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Pairing: rottmnt x gn!reader

Warnings: Mild swearing

Summery: Up next Mikey! 83

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Part 2: Magic Mike

The lair is calm. Everyone is in their respective places, doing their own thing. All around peaceful and relaxed…

Ooooh boy is that about to change.

Chaos has arrived! Putting the menthos in the cola, NO ONE is safe today.

First up on the list, the youngest, the baby (don’t let him hear that he’ll totally throttle you), Mikey. The clanging of pots and pans echoing through the abandoned train station the Hamato’s call home made it easy in finding him. Currently located over in his domain, the kitchen. It looks like he’s getting an early start in prepping dinner.

You and Mikey cook together regularly, with you assist him or he assisting you. It’s always fun bouncing ideas of each other as well as teaching each other about different foods and new cooking techniques. Leo would join sometimes, but it usually ends up getting too crowded with everyone stumbling over each other. So he often sits to the side. Either joining the conversation or simply reading his comics, just sharing the same space and enjoying the company.

For today, Mikey’s on his own, razzmatazzing in his own element. You would normally join him when you're over, but not this time. You have a mission to accomplish with Leo.

You and your co-conspirator approach with caution, quietly peering through the doorway. There he is, singing along to his music playing from his good ol’ trusty boombox. Throwing little dance moves here and there. All in all, It’s quite adorable…

He has no clue to what’s coming.

Unfortunately, you can’t help but bop your head along to his tunes. Leo elbows in your arm to get you back into focus. You grumble back under your breath as you rub your arm. Damn those boybands and their infectiously catchy music.

Time to get to work.

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Look at this!

A wild Michelangelo! A true rarity!

Michelangelo’s are traditionally called Mikey but are also know as; Michael, Mike, Miguel, Angelo, Angie or simply as Orange.

Agile as they are adorable, Mikey’s are far stronger than they appear.

They are known for their friendly, sweet dispositions and are quite affectionate. They are highly social creatures, having strong familial bonds and usually are found in family groups of 4. Although Mikey’s have been reported being seen in bales of up to 7 individuals.

Do not let their adorable and friendly nature fool you. Mikey’s are fast, powerful and destructive. They have the ability to lift bajillion times their own weight.

Though not easily provoked, Mikey’s do have a limit to their patience and is a force to be reckoned with when pushed too far.

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You do your best (frankly, that’s not saying much. It’s just terrible) Down Unda accent for your nature documentary as your slider records you. Conjointly, with overly dramatic hand gestures along your narration. Leo can’t help his snickering once you’ve finished.

“Shshshshshs ssshush shshusssh shhsh”

You adjust yourself to get back into your role

“Ahahem”

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As I mentioned before, Mikey’s are friendly and affectionate so approaching is relatively easy. Mirroring this temperament, he’ll be none the wiser on what’s to come.

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With that, you stand up and enter the kitchen.

“Hey big man!” You casually approach him from behind, wrapping your arms around his neck and give him a soft squeeze for a hug. Causing him too squeak softly.

“Getting an early start on Dindin?”

(Dindin… Really? You’re a nerd)

“Hey yourself!” His smile never faltering, Mikey returns the hug by leaning back into you. He flashes his signature blinding smile your way (why do you always forget your damn sunglasses when you’re around him? Even from this angle!).

“I didn’t know you were coming over! Will you be staying for dinner?”

“That depends on what’s on the menu for tonight?”

You peer down over his shoulder to see what he has lined up. Surrounding him are different spices and seasonings along with some garlic and olive oil (it all smells so good). In front is a cutting board, his chef knife, and a bowl of-

“Brussels sprouts again!?” You grimace at the offending vegetable. There it sits, a vibrant, healthy green, mocking. Throughly washed and ready to be prepped.

“Why Mikey? Why must you do this to us?” You whine, bouncing up and down on your toes. “You’re not gonna do that soup again are ya?”

The box turtle chuckles at the pout he can hear in your voice

“Come on it wasn’t that bad.”

“Dude… it had paprika and trout…”

“Paprika and TROUT!” Leo echos in disbelief, making his appearance known.

“Hi Leo. I should of known.” Mikey rolls his eyes and let’s out a sigh. “Where there is one, the other isn’t that far behind.” Despite the sass, his smile never wavers.

His response makes you and Leo chuckle. It seems that the youngest has yet to notice Leo filming with his phone.

Mikey picks up his knife to begin stemming and peeling the bustle with you comfortably still attached to his back. Apparently very much relaxed and content in your arms. All the while Leo continues his rant.

“Not even Raph could stomach it little brother.” He shakes his head. “And he ate that origami salami that had been manhandled by two foot clan’s hands, that have touch pizza supreme knows what, from off that old ship’s floor for Zza sake!”

“Yeah I’m all up for trying new stuff but that…. That certainly did not ‘Unleash The Flavor’.” Leo and you shudder simultaneously.

Mikey pauses in his work to deadpan at the both of you, then continues with his task at hand.

Leo saunters over to his usual spot over at the kitchen island takes a seat on his claimed stool. He keeps his phone steady, resting his elbows on the counter as he continues to film. This angle is perfect to capture everything. Mikey finally picks up on his older brother holding his phone out but pays it no mind. Figuring that he’s just watching some video on the internet. Yet, he somehow completely misses that Leo’s face is marked up.

“And let’s not forget the time you put it on pizza. For all things sacred you don’t put brussels spouts on pizza Miguel!”

Mikey snubs his sibling with a ‘humph’. “Raph ate that just fine.”

You chuckle at the the two of them.

“Well, for ‘all things sacred’,” You make air quotes with your hands over Mikey’s shoulder, “You don’t put pineapple on pizza either lEOnArDo.” Then wrapping them around Mikey again.

Leo scowls at your teasing, sticking his tongue out at you in an pouty blep (adorable). Both you and Mikey snicker.

“Aaannyways that’s not saying much Michael since it’s a known fact he eats moldy bread.”

“Ok ok your right, I agree.” The turtle in orange deflates, “The soup was not my finest moment and the pizza wasn’t that great either. But this is time it’s different!” He perks back up and peeks over his shoulder at you. “They be roasted with garlic, rosemary, olive oil with a dash of wasabi.”

He finishes his presentation with the bounce of his brows.

“Ok now THAT sounds yummy.” You glance over to your companion who nods in approval.

“Ok then yes I’m staying if there is enough.”

“Duh! There’s always enough for you.” He beams at you once more.

There! You catch your opening.

“Thank you Mikey” You nuzzle your cheek against his. “You’re the best!”

As someone who’s known for his physical affection, he readily nuzzles back, giggling, unknowing in what’s about to befall on him.

Seeing the affectionate display of you and his baby brother spreads a warmth through in the leader’s chest and a gentle smile on his face. Thankful for how the important people on his life getting along so well, bonding so easily. However, the feeling is short live, his gentle smile morphs back to his signature smirk for he knows what’s next.

The poor lovable, ignorant fool.

With Mikey momentarily distracted from his form his task at hand, he lets you turn him around and cup his face with in your hands. He in turns, grasp your wrists gently for support. His face is your favorite. Always so soft and squishy, so you squish, causing his eyes close.

“You are the sweetest ever!”

The bush returns to his cheeks at your praise however, before he can respond, (and once again) you attack.

Your smooches are precise and swift, producing a squeal from the youngest ninja followed by a torrent of incredibly epizootic laughter. It takes all of your willpower to fight his affliction.

On the other hand, Leo has no need to resist and freely cackles along. It makes your task that much harder. A few snorts and giggles manage to escape you in which resulted in small raspberries against Mikey’s face.

That was a mistake.

Leo’s cackles delves into a deep belly laugh. Laughing so hard he drops his head to the counter and bangs his fist against it. Remembering that he’s suppose to be filming, he fights not to fall off his stool as he over corrects himself.

Meanwhile Mikey is laughing so hard that he starts to tremble and completely loses the ability to breathe.

The situation is hilariously getting out of hand and you are finally forced to stop. Finally able to let your giggles free. You check to see if you were able to enough coverage. You’ve succeeded and are loving how your shade of lipstick compliments the soft flush of the turtle’s cheeks. As well as adoring just absolutely how infectious his smile is with his adorable tooth gap on prominent display.

“What was all that for? You’ve stayed for dinner many times already”

“I know. Just wanted you let you know how much I appreciate you. I don’t think I do that enough.”

Mission accomplished. You let go of his face and he, in turn, your wrists.

“Well let you get back to it.” You give the orange ninja one last kiss on the squishiest part of his cheek, making him give one last squeal as you pull away. With lingering chuckles, Leo takes his cue and follows you out of the kitchen. Carefully wiping the tears from his eyes as to not smear the lipstick on his face.

As swiftly as you arrived, you and your cohort depart. Leaving Mikey there beaming and sooo confused.

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adorkablecringeworks · 2 years ago

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That Color Looks Good on You

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Pairing: rottmnt x gn!reader

Warnings: Mild swearing

Summery: You show off your new lipstick to your favorite dork, Leo. After a series of events, you and Leo come up with a plot for a perfect prank. You’ll ambush every one of his siblings and smother them in kisses with your new lipstick all the while Leo films the whole thing. Let the Shenanigans Commence!

Author’s Note: I originally came up with this as a Leo x Reader. But the way the story progressed, it can be read as any rottmnt x reader as well as either romantic, platonic, or familial. The same can be said for the gender. I was putting on my own lipstick when I thought up this scenario and I thought ANYONE CAN WEAR LIPSTICK!!! So gender neutral it is! Writing in the 2nd person made it easy too.

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Part 1: Neon Leon

You are excited about your new lipstick.

Berry pink.

Not too light. A deep shade without it being too dark.

Putting on the final touches, you admire yourself in your bathroom mirror. It made you feel strong, confident, Dazzling!

“Whadda ya think?”

You strike a pose in your bedroom doorframe, framing your face with your hands. You have returned from your shopping trip and eager to show off your spontaneous purchase. Your favorite mutant turtle ninja lounges on your bed with his snout deep in the newest issue of Jupiter Jim: New Universe H2G2. Not only is he claiming your space as his own… he’s out right ignoring you.

Leonardo Hamato. Your other half, partner in crime, bestie, your first mate. Although Leo would beg a differ on that last part, claiming that since he’s the only one with pirate experience that you would be HIS first mate.

Eeeehhh… Tomato Tomahto.

The point being that you and your Neon Leon give April and Donnie the run for their money for the ‘Besties Awards’.

You deadpan at him. At this point in time, you’re thinking about accepting new applications for the Bestie role.

Meanwhile, that said comic (that is apparently Soooo much more interesting than you) was the purpose of your errand. A favor for him for it was sold out online and the one comic shop that still had it in stock was for pick up only. Donnie had gotten caught up in his newest project, something about a portal device to alternate realities, alternate selves, (other Mad Sciencey stuff) and Apparently forgot to preorder the damn thing. That particular shop just happens to be down the block from your apartment as well as you are the ‘bestest-most-awesome-supreme-person-ever-and-he-loves-you-sosososo-much’.

So much for being the ‘bestest most awesome supreme-’ so on and so forth.

With a huff, you pick up a hoodie you left on the floor, balled it up, and chucked right into Leo’s head. With a ‘THWUMPH’ and ‘hurmf ’, you pounce on him, snatching his comic from his grasp (carefully for you just bought the damn thing), setting it to the side during which you grab your pillow and whack his still covered head.

“I was joking!” He cries out as you laugh maniacally. “I heard you I heard you!”

Fully satisfied with his punishment, you stand up and plop to the side all the while you let him get his bearings. Leo finally frees himself from your shirt and throws it back on to the floor simultaneously sticking his tongue out at you.

Such a drama queen.

You roll your eyes and return the gesture whilst you adjust yourself to sit facing your Leo with him doing the same, finally takes in your lips.

“I like it.” He nods approvingly, “Muy Bien!”

You grin so big your checks begin to ache. But then you notice your turtle going quiet, grabbing his chin as he goes deep in thought.

“You’ll hurt yourself if you keeps that up.”

You know to well how clever he is but that doesn’t mean you won’t give him a ration of shit. It’s in your job description.

It’s Leo’s turn to roll his eyes.

“I was just thinking on about how it would look on me.”

You lean back on your hands and squint at his face for a moment. You then pull out your lipstick form your pocket to hold the color bottom sticker up to him.

“Hmmm I don’t know… I think something more of a red shade would be better for you. You know, to match your moons.”

You love those moons.

“Are you kidding?!” The Bratticus Maximus snatches it out of your hand, “I can totally pull this off!”

You gasp and quickly reach for it back, but Leonardo (being a stupid fucking turtle ninja) easily keeps it out of your reach. Keeping you at bay by smooshing his hand against you cheek.

Where’s the respect?

Then a wicked idea creeps into your mind. You drop your arms and let them hang for a moment causing Leo to pause. You switch your effort. Grabbing his wrist, subsequently tearing it off your face. You then yank him towards you, pulling his face close to yours.

“Well then let’s try it out shall we?”

You lean in, planting a firm kiss to his cheek with an exaggerated ‘MWAH’ .

You take in his face for a moment as he gapes at you.

“Hmm I can’t tell, I need a larger sample size.”

A mischievous grin spreads across your face and in turn Leo balks. He’s on to you. You both are on the same wave length. Even though it isn’t possible, everyone swears you two can Mind Meld together. He goes to shove you with his free hand but you catch that wrist as well, leaving him open.

You attack.

Smooching all over his face, leaving kiss marks in your wake. He cries out as you leave no spot uncovered.

You fall back and admire you work while your dear slider sits there stunned

“I guess I was wrong,” you release him, “That color does look good on you.”

Leo bolts up and dashes to your bathroom to assess the extent of the damage during which you almost fall to the floor cackling.

You await his return, biting your lip, trying to stifle your giggles. However, you fail when he appears back in your doorway.

There Leo’s tries to put on his best sulk (adorable really), crossing his arms as you devolve to wheezing. But who’s he kidding. You got him good. Plus watching you turn blue in the face and on the verge of passing out is pretty hilarious in on it self.

He returns to your bathroom and you're able to gather yourself enough to follow. He give you his signature smirk once he sees you in the mirror where upon poses with his finger and thumb in the L position to under his chin.

“I told you a could pull it off .” His smugness oozing off of him as he looks over himself again. You swear you saw sparkles.

You’re finally able to get yourself under control and you meet his gaze in the mirror as you come up from behind him.

“Yeah ya did stud muffin.” You shoot him a wink. “That’s a good look on you.”

A furious blush blooms across your favorite blue boy’s face to which he responds by bumping his hips against yours as you pull up next to him. In turn, you bump back, pushing him over to make room for you in the mirror.

Chuckles are shared and you lean towards the mirror to reapply your lipstick.

There’s a moment of comfortable silence as you focus on the task at hand while Leo watches you. You and him share glances between each other through the mirror when a plot begins to form. Your shared glances become knowing ones. Insouciantly, you turn to face each other, Leo crossing his arms as you lean against the counter.

Your wicked grin returns to which the leader in blue bares one to match.

Once again, evidence that supports the conspiracy that both you can Mind Meld.

“Sooo…?”

“Sooooo…?

“We should show my brothers how good I look.”

“They’ll be sooooo jelly. We should totally include them so they don’t feel left out.”

Nonchalance is evident in your voices as you converse.

Leo reaches into his pouch to pull out his phone, his brows bounce up and down as he holds it up between you two. Your brows return the gesture in agreement. So, with your lipstick and his phone in hand, you both set off. At your front door, the true blue slider casually opens it and stands off to the side, bowing while holding his hand out. You play along, responding in a curtsy before placing your hand into his. The two of you are barely able to contain excitements check as you both leave your apartment.

You and Leo soon arrive at the lair, ready to set you plan into motion.

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This is my first ever fic!!! For many years I’ve attempted writing. Most never made it past the notes and plot outlines while a few never made it past the first paragraph. My main medium for my creativity has always been drawing so this is a HUGE deal for me!!! Especially since any of possible skill for creative writing I had apparently died back in high school. Thank you and I hope you enjoy!❤️

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adorkablecringeworks · 2 years ago

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Inspired by a scene from chapter 16 of @afreakingdork ‘s rottmnt villain!donnie x reader fic “Weak Spot”

She’s got me in a freakin’ chokehold since she first posted “A Crush Too Much”. Seemingly at first that it would be a sweet short story but was instead I slapped with feels and taken for a ride. I have a hard time putting my though into words so I’m usually a lurker until I read this scene. It was so vivid that I had to draw it. This also gave to the courage to post my first fanfic fanart.

Sadly it’s not fanart for Donnie… the only one I can draw at the moment is Mikey 👉👈

Links to the fics mentioned. She has more rottmnt donnie x reader fics that deserve more love.

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie x reader #rise donnie x reader #fanfiction fanart #it’s not fanart of donnie #but it’s tagged for the fic that you must read #my art

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adorkablecringeworks · 2 years ago

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This is not my first fanart but it IS my first Fanfiction fanart.

ARE YOU SERIOUS!!! The world building and the characters! Detailed and so vivid, feeling like it’s setting up for a series when it’s just a oneshot. It makes me crave more and yet the ending is so perfect, making me so conflicted. With the big reveal during the interrogation, I definitely had to go back and reread the whole thing. SO MANY THINGS MAKE SENSE NOW! And PAH-Lease tell me they exchanged numbers!!

My favorite scenes are the interrogation where Raph and Mikey are angered by the insult from Sterling to reader with Leo following up with THE best response, and then the scene with being alone in the classroom with Mikey. Him almost yeeting the dummy was hilarious and made me giggle out loud. Then as soon as I read the description of this position, I knew I had to draw it!

Tactical!Mikey design heavily influenced by @donathan

🐢 TMNT Story- Explosive!!

This is a request from my amazing friend, and Honorary Disaster Twin, @thelaundrybitch ^__^ She's a good friend and actively encourages me to write and feel like I deserve her love :P

Seems some of the lovely TMNT fandom has given her an interest in Rise Mikey, but with a twist. Tactical Turtles Mikey.

So, please enjoy my entry and let me know if I should try and write some more from this setting. It was lots fun ^__^!

This is a Tactical Turtles AU, set 5 years after the movie.

Trigger Warnings; There will be blood, mention of explosives and people get killed. (Bonus points for the worst Acronym Ever XD)

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“Happy Non-Invasion Day!”

The words made you jump to your feet and look around before sighing and flopping back on your bench seat. It was one of the newbies, holding a cake over his head and grinning like an idiot as he moved over to the other new recruits -a good mixture of Human and Yokai, looking like a bunch of freshmen about to start a new school together.

That at least brought a smile to your lips because it was the world you were fighting for.

Picking up the pencil you’d nearly launched across the room moments before, you tried to return to your sketches while your mind inevitably pulled up the memories of the last five years.

Five years… had it really been five years?

Flipping to a new page of your sketchbook, your hand starts to move while you remember the sky splitting over your City. You remember the taste of fear and the panic in the air as people tried to work out what was going on, hoax or real? People were like that back then, especially New York.

The Krang that hadn’t been destroyed but captured, had inevitably managed to escape the agency's containment procedures but not before it had waited and learned. It had been only five months before Sister Krang had burst onto the world, converting the population of a whole city in the space of a single night and almost throwing the Human world into another world war.

That was when the Yokai had stepped out of the shadows at last.

They had been edging towards the light more and more over the last few decades. So much so that when the Grand Nexus Hotel was revealed to be a Yokai hotel, no one had done more than say “well that explains a few things.” A lot of the other major Cities around the world had turned out to have similar such places and Hidden Cities, so it wasn’t so much as ‘stepping out of the shadows’ as just ‘finally being introduced to the neighbours’.

That was how it had all started, and that had been just over four years ago.

Sister Krang’s spread had been quickly contained but now it was a mission to destroy her, and that was proving harder with each passing year. Reportedly, she wasn’t as strong or smart as Sub Krang or Krang Prime yet she was proving just as tenacious and slippery, making use of mystic magic’s and the cursed pink tentacle-bio-moss.

Blinking, you realised you had been drawing New York from the day of the Invasion. You’d been there but you had been in worse places since you'd joined the defence force or the Human Yokai Mutation Nationals, H.Y.M.N for short.

It was what the whole world was becoming these days, with everyone banding together against the alien invader -although there were still a few troubles with religions and old histories, for both Humans and Yokai alike. Not saying there wasn’t the occasional hot head or loud mouth on either side that didn’t like the new peace between the worlds, but everyone knew the old saying.

“Here they are,” someone on a nearby table murmured in awe, making you look up at what they were saying.

HYMN was planning a new strike against the Krang fortifications and had called in the help of other teams. There had been a few from England and Japan, all specialists of some kind apparently, if you believed the gossip. You had the advantage of being in on most of the planning meetings, so you knew who had the skills.

The last group, also according to the gossip, had a track record that seemed unbelievable unless you’d read it in print. They had an eighty-four percent success rate and they were only a team of five people, with three others as back-up or support.

That was it.

The doors of the common area swung open to reveal five figures, moving through like they were oblivious to the staring and muttering. Watching them with the calculated eye of experience, you realise it was probably true. They had a confidence that they had clearly earned and boy did it show!

“Alright, you guys chill here while April an I go sort out the details,” instructed one of the newcomers jovially, flipping a hand towards the room in general even as he moved away from the group. “Grab something to eat maybe, that was a long car ride.”

“Oh joys,” sighed another in a bored tone while rolling his eyes before looking around the room critically, clearly not pleased with what he saw. “But it might be safer to go get something from the kitchen ourselves.”

“Relax Dee, we were invited here, remember?” Reassured the largest of the group, already heading towards your table, the empty one bar you. “I’m sure it's fine.”

You knew them because you’d seen their records and data profiles; four mutant turtle brothers by the surname of Hamato, although the human sister had a joint surname of Hamato-O’Neil.

There was Raphael, the largest and oldest followed by the twins, Donatello and Leonardo although how a soft-shell turtle and a red eared slider were twins still confused you. Then continuing in age order was the human, April and a real firecracker apparently, before you got to the youngest, an ornate box turtle called Michelangelo.

Thankfully you knew they broke down into colours when using call signs, each wearing a colour matching mask and making it easier for casual identification since they all wore black, form fitting t-shirts and loose combat trousers.

“This table taken?” Asked Raphael as he and his brothers moved to your table.

It was often the only one that was empty because while you weren’t unfriendly, you hadn’t yet drifted into one social group over others. You flitted between them all, your ‘jack of all trades’ skill set meant you had worked with everyone by this point.

“Help yourself,” you nodded, gesturing at the seven other empty spaces. “Names Y/N, nice to meet you all.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too,” beamed the smallest of the group, his whole personality seeming to light you up like a sunbeam even if he was dressed like his brothers, in all black. “I’m Mikey and these are my brothers!”

“I’m Raph,” introduced the largest one as he sat down carefully on the bench, pausing as he heard it creak and shift. When it didn’t break, he let out a sigh of relief and smiled almost shyly at you before carrying on. “This is our brother Dee and the other two are Leo an April.”

You nodded in time to the introductions, noticing that the purple masked one had nodded at his introduction but was busy tapping away on a forearm mounted computer. The other two had looked at him expectantly but then just rolled their eyes and shared a smirk, seeming that this was a running joke inside the group.

“So, you guys hungry?” You asked with a friendly tone, leaning one elbow on the table and resting your chin in your hand. “I heard Leo when you came in.”

“Like that’s unusual,” murmured Dee dryly, without looking up. “People in Europe can usually hear Nardo.”

“Ignore him,” giggled Mikey with a wave of his three fingered hand before grimacing, one hand going to his stomach. “But yeah, we are st-ar-ving! That truck stop food did not look fit for consumption. The only thing that filled up there was the truck.”

“Even the fuel looked dodgy,” muttered Dee in an undertone but still sounding dryer than a desert.

“So since we didn’t wanna be all gross at a new place, we skipped lunch. An' now I feel like I’m wastin’ away!” Mikey moved dramatically as he spoke, almost in direct counterpoint to his brothers, sitting straight-backed and still while he flailed and gestured in time with his words.

You couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped out and you felt your cheeks redden slightly in response as you slapped a hand over your mouth. This just seemed to make Mikey smile even more, his eyes softening as he watched you try and cover your embarrassment.

“I’m going to go inspect the Security Room,” Dee said suddenly, standing up and walking off before he had gotten a reply from the others and never once taking his eyes off his computer.

Raph let out a sigh of frustration before calling out that he’d be along with food once Leo and April were done, getting an answering wave over Dee’s thin shoulder. Shaking his red clothed head, Raph looked shyly back at you, “sorry about that. He’s never been the best at manners.”

“So, wanna come with me for something to eat?” You try and ask again, jerking your chin towards the double doors marked Mess Hall. “It's not meal time but the cooks are usually pretty sweet on people from outside HYMN. We can bring it out here with no fuss.”

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Half an hour later, Mikey had organised food for the whole team and Raph had gone to go get Dee from the Security Room. Leo and April had returned and you were quickly introduced as they sat down at the same table.

“Okay, there’s Raph and Donnie,” Mikey said as he stood up. “I’m going to go see if food is ready.”

“Let me come with you?” You offered quickly, standing up before he could answer.

Instead of turning you down or getting offended, Mikey offered you a warm smile and looped his arm through yours, tugging you along as he thanked you for helping him. He was the same height as you, despite being the shortest of his brothers, making it easy for you both to walk together.

You briefly wondered what had come over you, since you weren’t that forward usually but there was something about Mikey that kept drawing your attention to him.

He was the most bubbly and outgoing of his family, although April and Leo were friendly and Leo was certainly aiming for the ‘most annoying prick on Base Award’ if he kept up the bad jokes. Yet there was a warmth and life to Mikey that you hadn’t felt from anyone else before today, and it made you feel shy and drab by comparison.

It didn’t stop you wanting to reach out and touch it, to try and feel some of that warmth in your grey life. Even if it was only for a few hours before life swept it away like everything else you’d ever reached for.

In the Mess Hall and heading towards the kitchen, you and Mikey continued to chat idly as you walked, his arm still companionably through yours. It felt nice really, his warm and soft skin against yours. Even with the colour difference, you even had similar scars from combat -although the strange cracked looking scars that ran from the lip of his gloves and up his forearms had you morbidly fascinated. They looked old.

“-then I said, what’s wrong with tagging somewhere?” Mikey continued, his free hand gesturing happily as you walked in step. “Then Leo says that tagging is all well and good but not in the middle of gun fire. I mean-”

Mikey didn’t even stop speaking as he suddenly paused mid-step and tugged you to one side like you were partners in a ho-down. It was done with smooth grace and no discomfort on your part but you were still shocked to see one of HYMN’s team leaders nearly fall down in front of you. He’d clearly been trying to shoulder-barge the box turtle, being larger in size but hadn’t expected Mikey to simply not be there when he’d moved.

“-I just had to call Leo out on that. He was crushing my creative style!” Mikey continued talking, even as he switched targets and let go of your arm so he could reach out and help the team leader back to his feet. “Hey, sorry about that. Man, that looked painful. You okay there?”

The team leader was a man you knew well enough, he was called John Sterling and you privately thought he’d only been made a team leader to shut him up. His team went on the fewest missions and had the highest injury rates in the whole base, but he still strutted his stuff around the new recruits and visitors.

“Get off me!” He hissed angrily as he pulled his arm out of Mikey’s hands, and it took all you had to hold back your sigh. “We don’t need your type of people here!”

Mikey merely looked confused, pouting as he tilted his head to the side for a moment before his megawatt smile was back. He clapped his gloved hands together before slapping them playfully down on both of Sterlings shoulders at the same time -clearly done to annoy the guy and earning Mikey a grunt of annoyance. Right before the orange masked turtle spun him around with an expert flick of his hands and let go, quickly taking your arm and pulling you through the kitchen doors, giggling all the way.

“So, you know that guy?” He asked while leaning in close and smirking playfully.

“I do and yes, he’s a grade A asshat,” you say with a shrug, enjoying that Mikey still had an arm looped through yours. “I’m sorry to say that Sterling treats everyone like that unless your human, white and male.”

“Aww, and here I hoped I was special,” whined the orange masked turtle with a wink at you, causing you to chuckle and blush again. Which in turn, only caused Mikey to grin wider at you and slip his hand down to yours, giving it a squeeze before tugging you away again.

“Come on, let’s grab food. Raph should have dragged Dee out of the Security Station by now, an’ I know everyone’s hungry.”

And so you both did.

The cooks really were a friendly bunch although they bickered like an old married couple, arguing the finer points of how many eggs to use for the best omelette while they loaded you both up with cardboard boxes of piping hot food. Unfortunately, you didn’t realise that Mikey had an interest in food and cooking because you had to juggle your stack of boxes to hook a foot around his leg and pull him away. Calling his name simply hadn’t gotten his attention, at all.

When he looked at you with a confused pout, you gestured wordlessly to the boxes in both your arms and he had the decency to look embarrassed.

Once back at the table, the chattering continued on but you noticed that Mikey caught Leo’s eye for a moment and started to flick his fingers and move his hands like he was trying to tell him something. The group continued to talk as a whole, with Leo and Mikey involved in the conversation but seemingly involved in another one using their hands.

Not bringing it up since it clearly wasn’t ASL, you ate your own meal and joined in the spoken conversation like nothing was happening, but you kept a curious eye on this new team. By the time everyone had finished eating, you’d caught all of them involved in some kind of gestures and movements that had nothing to do with eating or what they were saying.

“Alright, mi familia,” announced Leo brightly as he checked a message on his phone before slipping it back into a pocket on his belt. “We got three days before our window of opportunity opens. We’ve been given use of some barracks, so we should probably move our gear in for now instead of leaving it in the truck.”

“Well, the portable stuff at least,” agreed Raph as he got to his feet with the all gravitas of a mountain standing up. He still kept his head ducked down, you noticed, even though the ceilings were pretty high in this Base.

Checking the time on your watch, you sigh before packing up your own bits and pieces. “And it is time for me to go get some training in or someone will try and challenge me again.”

“That Sterling guy?” Asked Mikey in a worried tone, tilting his head in concern even as he put another box on top of the stack he was making. The boxes were empty but he continued to stack them, and you had no idea why until Mikey simply put a hand on the top box and flattened the lot in one smooth movement.

Such a simple display of strength was nothing new when there was a war on, but this time you found yourself unable to take your eyes off of the box turtle. Giving yourself a mental shake, you remembered what Mikey had just asked you.

You admitted that it was true and Sterling was your number one problem -aside from any new recruits that didn’t know you yet. Then when questioned by his brothers and sister, Mikey went on to explain what had happened on the way to the kitchen. His family looked annoyed, making comments about “no one picks on our baby brother” but mostly it was down played as ‘nothing to worry about’ and you parted ways with a smile.

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“And this is what happens when you don’t pay attention!” You snapped, tone commanding and authoritative while you glared hotly up at the Yokai fish-man standing before you. He managed to swallow hard and tried to control his shaking but you could see his fin-tips trembling, even as he held his hands behind his back and tried to stand even more to attention.

“When you mess up something as serious as this, it's not just you that pays the price. Unlike putting a gun back together, it’s not just you that will have to deal with the consequences. And if you're really unlucky, it will be you that has to go and talk to some crying relatives about why someone else died!”

You paused for dramatic effect, casting your eyes around the room as you held the casing for the dummy bomb in your free hand while the other rested firmly on your hip. Everyone was paying attention, everyone seemed to be holding their breath as you ripped chunks of the new recruit.

Not everyone in there was new, some people were in for a refresher course while others had been with HYMN for a while but were expanding their skill range. All of them knew you and what you were capable of.

“Now, if you make such a mistake again, do you know what I will be doing?”

The Yokai shook his head, seemingly unable to speak.

“I’ll be setting up some Live diffusion practice! Do you remember what that entails?”

“Yes’m.”

It was more of a gulp than a word and you realised you needed to back off before the guy pissed himself in front of his team mates. Creating such resentment wouldn’t work out well for you or anybody, you knew from experience and example, so you let out a sigh and rubbed a hand over your face.

“Okay okay Roberts, you can breathe again,” you said in a more casual tone, dropping the bomb case on the workbench beside you with a loud clatter. The fish-man Yokai almost visibly sagged in relief and you rolled your eyes, smirking. “Just be grateful I’m teaching you this month. You know Captain Smithson would have had your man parts for earrings if you’d done that in his class.”

Roberts nodded quickly and you flipped a hand in dismissal.

“Alright you lot, clean up and clear off.”

There was the usual noise of a class breaking up, people getting up, chatting to one another, discussing the lesson and what they had going on next. Between missions, it was lessons and training, with down time thrown in when you could.

Sitting down at your desk once the room was empty, you grabbed your computer tablet and started to annotate some notes for the next bomb making class -who was making what progress and who needed to focus on what aspects.

“You know, that was kinda sexy,” said a voice so near your ear, it was probably only your training that stopped you from launching the computer tablet across the room. Downside was, your training caused you instead to violently swing an elbow backwards towards whoever it was behind you.

“Nice try,” giggled Mikey playfully, as he slid with a dancer’s grace out of your immediate range and perched his tight arse on the edge of the teachers desk, hands on either side of his legs.

“So, what do I have to do to get you to talk to me like that?” He continued to tease, winking at you and snickering as your face lit up.

“Well, if you want to try what Roberts did, just look inside the dummy bomb,” you answered tartly, standing up and putting the computer on the desk again. “Do you know anything about explosives?”

“They’re one of my specialties,” he said happily, like they were discussing baking and not bomb making. Turning around and almost laying on the desk, he tugged the bomb case over to himself and cast an experts eye on the components inside. The smile didn’t so much fade as drop, and his warm eyes looked up at you in surprise.

“This is what he did?”

“Yep.”

“And all you did was chew him out?”

“So far,” you admitted with a shrug. “It was his first practical.”

“But this would have blown everyone up the moment he set the charge to active,” complained Mikey, sitting up properly now and holding the case in his hand, gesturing at it as he spoke and his voice grew in volume.

“I mean, there was a chance that it wouldn’t have blown up in his face the moment he set it, but there would have been, at max, three minutes before it went off anyway. At max! What was the guy thinking? This wire here? Connecting to that part there? Ugh!”

Mikey rolled his eyes in disgust and you couldn’t help the pulse of lust that pounded through you. It was day three and you had both spent as much time as possible together, getting to know each other until friendly teasing turned into playful flirting. Which was now turning into lust-filled flirting, although you were still shy on taking that last step.

Until now.

Literally stepping closer, you ran a finger along the underside of his jaw and up to his chin, holding it there as you held his full attention.

“Keep talking sexy like that and I’ll be giving another lesson.”

The dummy bomb was almost thrown across the room as Mikey reached out and greedily pulled you closer to him. His legs wrapped gently around your thighs while one hand slipped onto your hip and his free hand cupped your cheek, you felt your heart rate spike with excitement. Normally you only got this excited when in the middle of a firefight or after watching the rubble settle from the bomb you’d made.

He smelt like gunpowder and thermo-plastics, male musk and a hint of sweat with almost a static buzz underneath it all. There was also a lingering scent of sugary sweetness about him that told you he’d been snacking on some kind of hard candy recently.

“It’s nice to meet someone so bold,” purred Mikey in a low tone, his warm eyes starting to heat up with something more than his usual friendly sunshine. “Normally people are so intimidated by our profiles that they never know how to behave around us.”

“Well one thing you learn quickly in this line of work,” you murmured back as you leant in closer. “Always take what you want… if it's there for the taking.”

You can feel your heart thudding in your chest, you know your face is flushed but you can’t take your eyes off the box turtle in front of you. The mission window was due to open in twelve hours time and you both knew that you wouldn’t have much longer to keep things this side of serious. It was all part of the job.

This was a new step forwards, something you were both nervous and excited about.

“Is it there for me to take?” Mikey whispered almost coyly, even as he nuzzled your cheek and jaw with his nose, his thumb gliding gently over the skin of your other cheek and made your mind fuzzy with distractions.

Turning your head, your lips met and suddenly you were holding onto his hips as Mikey tightened his hold and took control. His touch was like fire as his hand moved to cradle the back of your head, the hand on your hip gripped tighter before it slipped underneath your t-shirt, fingers dancing over skin while his legs locked around yours.

You didn’t care.

His lips open and a skilled tongue slipped into your mouth, caressing your own and teasing a moan from you, while part of your mind noticed the flavour of the hard candy he’d been eating. But the moan seems to only throw fuel on the fire and you felt a shudder run through Mikey before he managed to somehow pour even more passion into his kisses.

In mere moments -or minutes or hours, who knew because just then your mind was lost!- you felt yourself becoming heavily aroused, wet heat growing between your legs as you tried to press yourself as close to Mikey as possible. The hard lump in his trousers that grinded back against you, told you that you weren’t the only one getting carried away.

Mikey broke the kiss but that just gave him the opening to start attacking your neck with his lips and a brush of his teeth. He moved along your jaw and down to where your neck and shoulder meet. Goose pimples rippled over you as his skilled lips found a spot you didn’t even know was there, making you stifle your moan in the flesh of his shoulder while your hips bucked.

The hand that had been cradling the back of your head, slipped smoothly down and around until it came up to cup one of your breasts through the thin fabric of your clothes. It didn’t matter, the hardness of your nippple’s were there for all to see, poking through your crappy sports bra and standard issue t-shirt.

As a thumb rolled over the sensitive nub, you started to pant and tug up the back of Mikey’s own fitted t-shirt, earning your first real feel of the firm shell underneath it.

DING DING DING!

Mikey froze up like someone had just dropped cold water down his neck but he unfroze after only a moment and reached for a pocket on his belt. He pressed a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth even as he pulled out his phone and lifted it to his ear, still smiling even if his overly cheerful words carried a poorly concealed threat.

You watched with a playful smile while your fingers traced the waistband of his trousers before lightly running downwards and over the various… lumps and bumps therein. Seeing Mikey try to control himself was worth the burning look of desire he shot at you.

“What Dee? I’m busy.”

“Get to Operations.”

“Why? We aren’t needed for another hour.”

“Look, you can play with her later, we need to sort this out now.”

“Donald! We have discussed-”

“We need your special touch on this one, Miguel.”

Mikey let out a long sigh, closing his eyes as he tilted his head back.

“... Fine.”

“See you in five… And make sure you're decent.”

Mikey opened his mouth to shout down the phone but his brother had hung up.

The conversation had been short, extremely embarrassing and had done nothing to quell the fires that burned, it had only banked the flames and left them smouldering. Stroking your hands over his head and down the back of his neck, you watched as Mikey took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Leaning back on his arms to put a bit of space between you, while still not untangling his legs from your own, he shot you a sloppy smile.

“Sorry about this, you know what the job is like,” he said with a shrug, trying to be casual but still clearly frustrated.

“Like Purple said, there’s always later,” you agreed with a matching shrug but a hopeful smile. “I’m one of the lucky ones and have my own room. If you think you’ll still be interested afterwards?”

“Come with me to sort this out and then we can go straight there! That sound good?” Suggested Mikey before untangling his legs and somehow managing to twist his body so he was dismounting the desk on the opposite side. Looking back over his shoulder he gave you an encouraging wink, even as his hands moved to adjust his belt and the hang of his baggy combat trousers.

“What girl can say no to an invite like that?”

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“Ah good, Captain Sterling, please take a seat.”

You stood at the side of the planning room with the two Commanders of the Base, Zeal and Smith, and the entire Hamato Squad. The sheer mystic pressure all the turtle brothers were exerting was making the atmosphere almost hard to breathe, even as they just stood there looking impassive and calm.

Captain Sterling was a tall, broad shouldered man that had once had ‘movie star’ good looks; chiselled jaw, good cheekbones and a straight nose. But age and the job had caught up with him, giving him a few deep scars and a tired look.

He looked around the room and you didn’t miss the way that his eyes rested on you for a moment, the subtle sneer of disgust before he looked back at the Base Commanders. “You called me in? Is this to do with the mission into Ruins Alpha?”

You shot a look over at Base Commander Zeal before you both looked at Sterling.

No one had announced anything about the next mission.

No one ever did unless you were involved at the top and in on the planning stage. Even the scouts and research teams never knew what they were being asked to do, since scout teams were sent out far and wide to make sure Sister Krang hadn’t changed anything.

It was a warning sign that you realised you should have picked up on sooner, since this wasn’t the first time Sterling had seemed to have inside information. You couldn’t stop yourself from flicking a gaze over to the Hamato Squad, seeing the body language shift towards amusement and realising that they had known already.

“Why would we be running a mission into Ruins Alpha?” Asked Smith innocently, trying to keep the momentum going.

“I don’t make the decisions, I just know that’s the next mission on the system,” shrugged Sterling, like it was obvious. “I want to give my team a chance to shine so I’ve been keeping my ears open for a good enough mission. I want to make a bid to go in first.”

“Where is his team?” Asked Leo suddenly, arms still folded tightly over his chest while he looked over at the Base Commanders.

“Training Hall D but we have teams on standby around them, just in case.”

“Understood,” nodded Leo, arms still folded as he looked back at the now confused Team Leader.

“It should be an isolated case,” said Donnie now, shifting to rest his hands on his hips. “It’s almost impossible for them to spread without a secondary source or some kind of visual clue.”

“Look, what is going on?” Snapped Sterling now, seeming to be losing his patience at being talked over and ignored, especially by people he didn’t know or like.

“Why would something be going on?” You asked calmly, unable to help yourself but you knew it would help everyone else get what they needed if you made yourself a target.

This wasn’t the first time you were called in at the planning stage or for your input on missions. ‘Jack of all Trades’ was a nice cover name but you actually held a rank nearly on par with the Base Commanders. You just never used it or flaunted it around unless people questioned your orders, even if you had earned it with your own blood, sweat and tears.

Sterling shot you an acidic look and you knew he’d be gunning for you now. He hated you, it wasn’t exactly a secret. He resented your rank and sneered at your talents.

“I’m not talking to the Commander’s pet. Shouldn’t you be on your knees, sucking someone’s cock?” He spat and you managed to keep your calm through willpower alone, your body tightening as you held yourself back from breaking his nose.

Not everyone else managed it as well as you did. The atmosphere in the room shifted, the tension growing as crackles of mystic energy rippled over Mikey and Raph for a moment.

“Okay, let’s cut to the chase before you say anything else stupid,” Leo said in that same lazy, relaxed tone. “Have you had any recent episodes of black outs or memory loss?”

“What?” Frowned Sterling then the frown shifted from one of confusion to anger. “Look, I’m not being interrogated for no reason. What’s going on?”

He got up but Raph appeared behind him in a blink, moving faster than his large size gave credit for and resting a heavy hand on the man’s shoulder. “How about you just sit down and answer the question, buddy?”

“No! No, I’ve not had any kind of blackouts or memory gaps! What the fuck-” Snapped Sterling, sitting down in the chair again but you wondered if it was by choice or the fact that he’s knees would give out if he didn’t.

Donnie interrupted him by stepping forwards and projecting a purple screen from somewhere on his shoulder. On that screen, you recognised the Base Security footage, with its familiar serial code stamped in the lower corner and the time and date stamp in the other lower corner.

On the screen, Sterling was seen walking into the Security Room and using one of the terminals at three in the morning, when it was always at it's most quiet. The footage shifted to show another part of the Base and it was Sterling talking in a device in his hand, except it wasn’t a mobile phone.

It looked… organic.

“Krang tech,” you hissed into the silence of the room, not realising you’d spoken until Sterling shot you an evil glare.

“We knew you were a Krang Spy,” said Leo confidently while Dee dropped the projection, hands behind his back now as he stood beside his twin. “We knew there was at least one in this Base. Too many tip offs and ‘oh so convenient’ changes to the Krang routines.”

“I’m not-” Sterling tried to get up and argue but Raph’s hand was still on his shoulder and all he did was strain himself before it tightened.

“We know your a spy because I can use my Mystic energy to detect them,” Mikey said with the same playful, bright tone he usually used. His eyes glowed orange suddenly and he lifted a hand, a chain glowing into life around it, circling and circling as he continued.

“And he palmed one of my patented ‘Tello’s’ onto your collar when you tried to trip him over,” smirked Donnie, raising an eyebrow at the angry man. “Tracks, listens and even hacks.”

Mikey let out a chuckle but it sounded almost sinister, the threat still circling around his hand. “Your options are tell us everything and be cleansed or-”

“Krang will reign supreme!” Screamed Sterling suddenly, erupting from the chair in a flurry of movement as waving pink tendrils burst from the skin of his neck and arms.

Raph backed up like he’d been burned, nearly falling into the wall before he was able to right himself. But Sterling wasn’t done, he screamed that Sister Krang would soon have the power to take over the world and all would bow down to her.

“She is power and glory! All will-”

BANG!

The gun shot seemed loud in the low ceiling room and Sterling stopped, looking confused as he lifted a hand up to the small red circle on his forehead.

BANG! BANG!! BANG!!!

Finally Sterling fell over backwards and the tension of the moment broke.

“Why didn’t you just do that before he did the pink thing, Dee?” Whined Leo as he stepped over to Raph, reaching out and rubbing a hand on his large arm. “You okay there Big Guy?”

“Y-yeah, I’ll be fine,” mumbled Raph, seeming more flustered than you could reason why. He rubbed a hand over his face and gave a shiver, “ugh. Never gonna get used to that.”

“I would have done it sooner,” interrupted Donnie as he changed the clip of his hand pistol, putting the gun away in it's holster on his back before slipping the half empty clip into a pocket on his belt. “Except weren’t we hoping for some kind of bad guy monologue first? The Krang can’t help themselves normally, but this one… he sounded different.”

“He talked about Sister Krang like it was some kind of God,” Mikey said as he crouched down to look closer at the dead man. “I don’t like where this is going guys.”

“Alright, we need to speed up our preparations,” instructed one of the Base Commanders and you didn’t miss the way they were trembling slightly. “Thank you for your assistance in this matter. We’ll have our disposal team handle the corpse.”

Leo looked over and gave the guy a bright smile, “no worries! Now that’s out the way, Donnie an I will go check the rest of his Team out just to make sure.”

“Ooo! Does this mean I get to try-” Donnie began before you saw April put a hand over his mouth. She gave him a look that earned him an eye roll before she took her hand away. “I’ll keep my methods non-lethal… sigh. You guys never let me try new things.”

“Did he just say, sigh?” You murmured to yourself, not realising that someone heard until MIkey giggled and bounced back to your side.

“Dee does that. It's just his way of expressing himself,” he explained with a shrug. Then the bright smile faded slightly as he shot you a worried look, “I guess we’ll have to put a pin in our plans now, huh?”

Realising what he was talking about, you gave him a soft smile and stepped closer. “How about we grab a movie to start with?”

“You sure?” Winced Mikey, his body language screaming that he was unsure and expected you to be put off. “I mean, we did just kill someone in front of you?”

“It’s not like I’ve not killed people myself, it's part of the job.” You answered with a roll of your eyes before you smirked playfully again. “Where’s that confidence gone? I was quite enjoying it before, so… domineering.”

“Look, if you are going to be flirting with my baby brother, can you at least do it somewhere else?” Donnie said loudly from where he was crouched down besides the Human-Krang corpse. Mikey had been opening his mouth to reply but now he was just frozen and blushing while the purple masked turtle continued. “I’m trying to work and it's annoying. It’s not like-”

“Ignore him!” Laughed Leo nervously, leaning heavily on the back of Donnie’s shell with one large hand as he flapped the other one in your direction. “You two go do what you want.”

“Planning meeting in three hours,” April announced to the room in general, her attention focused on the computer in her hands. “Intel is coming in thick and fast. I think we should get moving sooner rather than later.”

“Raph will go check our equipment,” said the large guy as he headed for the door.

You look back at Mikey while his brothers file out of the room and there is a shine of confidence back in his eyes but he still looks nervous and shy. Reaching out, he slips his hand in yours and lifts it up to his lips, holding your hand in both of his now as he brushes a kiss over your knuckles.

You know your cheeks heat up with a blush and you chuckle quietly, closing the space between you both until your almost leaning against each other. “If nothing else, we can unwind until the planning meeting.”

“Deal.”

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“Hey bro, we were worried you weren’t gonna make it,” joked Leo from his seat between Donnie and April. “You okay?”

“Of course,” grinned Mikey as he moved with his usual excited grace and almost threw himself into his seat next to Raph.

You however, moved with a little more caution as the muscles in the backs of your legs and your lower back screamed from recent abuse -and you considered yourself in good shape too. Taking the seat between Mikey and the Base Commanders, you try to look like everything is fine. The atmosphere in the room is once again focused and tense but it's a concentrated form of tense, there is no agitation or worry, only the next mission against the Krang.

“You sure your okay?” Mikey asked Raph as he looked up at his biggest brother.

The two started to chat amiably but that didn’t stop Mikey from reaching down under the table and slipping a hand in yours again. You knew that his brothers must guess something had happened, but it seemed none of them were going to bring it up as everyone chatted or bantered, waiting for the Base Commanders to make their appearance.

One thing you dreaded was siblings teasing others after you’d been with them. And after three days of hanging around Mikey and his brothers -and April- you knew that teasing and banter was what they did best. You’d even been witness to one of their ‘rolling around on the floor like children’ moments as Leo, Mikey and Donnie had fought over what movie you would all watch one night. Both April and Raph had been calmly watching, advising you that everything would be fine as you’d looked on in worry.

But it seemed that someone in the family was going to say something, you just wondered who?

Donnie was distracted, typing on his wrist computer while listening to Leo and April when he sniffed and looked up, over at you and Mikey, both joking with Raph. His snout wrinkled and you wondered what was going on, since you had both showered together before leaving your room.

“Yo Dee, what’s wrong?” Asked Mikey brightly, noticing the purple one’s expression.

“Mikey, please promise me you remembered to use protection?”

“What?!”

“I know it's only your second time but- Awk!”

Donnie got no further before Mikey launched himself across the room with a shout, earning a sigh from Raph and cheers from April and Leo.

Meanwhile you were slumping so far down in your chair, waiting for the ground to swallow you up, that people could only see the top of your blushing forehead.

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