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luv4arinn · 5 months ago

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Bayverse!Mikey Headcanons, but once again, I try to psychoanalyze everything.

Pairing: Mikey x female reader

Warning: Mentions of ADHD, mentions of sexual assault/rape, slight emotional dependency, slight NSFW

Dating Mikey is a special case.

Canonically, he has ADHD. His mind is a constant whirlwind of ideas, movement, impulses, and words. But when it comes to you… God. He does everything in his power to focus. To center all his attention on every word you say, every gesture you make, every little expression that flickers across your face.

Because even though his brain is always racing, even though his energy seems endless, there’s one certainty that keeps him grounded: you.

And Mikey… Mikey is flirty.

It’s not that he tries to be—it’s just who he is. It’s in his blood, in the way he moves, in the way compliments slip from his lips so naturally, it’s like he doesn’t even think before saying them. He proved it in the first movie when he saw April and blurted out that thing about his shell being tight. So no, he’s not the type to keep quiet when he likes someone. Not at all.

Mikey will make sure you know.

And not in a subtle way.

He’ll tell you with over-the-top words, with lines that sound straight out of a bad rom-com but, coming from him, somehow feel genuine and even adorable. He’ll tell you with cheesy nicknames, with grins so wide they could light up the room, with eyes that sparkle like you’re the moon itself, illuminating his entire world.

And he’s expressive. God, he’s so expressive.

He has no filter. If he thinks you look amazing, he’ll say it. If he finds something you did adorable, he’ll mention it. If he’s hopelessly in love with you, he’ll make sure the entire world knows.

Mikey doesn’t love in silence.

He loves loudly, with excited shouts and sudden hugs, with happy jumps and improvised dances right in the middle of the lair. He loves with every fiber of his being—fearlessly, unapologetically.

And if that means that sometimes his love is too intense, that sometimes it’s a hurricane of words, laughter, and exaggerated gestures… well.

That’s only because he can’t help it. Because you’re his girl. And he’ll never let you forget it.

And if he ever hears that yes slip from your lips… brace yourself.

Love him the way he loves the world, please. This man has so much love to give. I truly believe he’s incredibly affectionate deep down. But he knows you, and he’s learning to control himself. Still, sometimes… sometimes, all that sweetness slips through the cracks.

Because he loves you the way he loves the world.

He loves you the way he loves music.

He loves you the way he loves skateboarding.

Too much sweetness? Eh. I hope you have a taste for sugar.

Mikey is an outpouring of love in its purest form.

He’s a man who feels too much, who lives too much, who loves too much. But when you enter his life, everything he thought he knew about love suddenly isn’t enough anymore.

And if he ever hears a yes from you—if you ever confirm that you love him just as much as he loves you…

Brace yourself.

Because this man falls apart. He melts like ice cream under the summer sun. His heart bursts into a thousand colors, like fireworks lighting up the New Year’s sky. He hugs you, lifts you off the ground, spins you around, laughs, yells, probably runs off to tell his brothers, then rushes back just to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

Please, love him the way he loves the world.

Because Mikey has so much love to give—more than his own body can contain. And yes, deep down, he’s overwhelmingly affectionate, though he tries to hold back. Not because he minds being that way, but because he knows you. Because he’s learning to manage his intensity, to not overwhelm you with everything he feels all at once.

But sometimes… oh, sometimes he just can’t help it.

Because he loves you the way he loves music—with passion, with energy, with every cell in his body vibrating in sync with his own rhythm.

He loves you the way he loves skateboarding—with the thrill of speed, with the adrenaline of knowing that every moment with you is a new trick to master, a new challenge that excites him.

Too much sweetness? Eh… you’d better have a sweet tooth. Because this man is a never-ending sugar factory.

And beyond all that, Mikey is an artist.

An underappreciated artist, yes, but an artist nonetheless.

There are probably walls in hidden corners of the sewers covered in his mark, in designs that tell his story. He may not say it out loud, but every stroke, every explosion of color, is a piece of his soul imprinted on concrete.

And if you share his love for body art? God.

If you love the idea of tattoos, or if it’s your first time and you decide you want him to be the one to do it… Mikey is going to lose his mind. He’ll squeal with excitement, hug you, and before you even realize it, he’ll already be showing you sketches, ideas, and designs he probably drew long before you ever even brought up the topic.

Because deep down, all Mikey wants is to leave his mark on the world.

And if you ever let him leave his mark on you…

Well.

That will only be another sign that his love is eternal.

Being with Mikey is like being on cloud nine.

Because he’s always on cloud nine.

He’s a dreamer, a free spirit, someone who would rather see life through rose-colored glasses than face the harshness of reality. His mind is always drifting between ideas, jokes, and melodies only he seems to hear.

But don’t let his carefree nature fool you.

Mikey isn’t stupid. Not even close.

In fact, he’s extremely smart. A genius in his own right. But unlike Donnie, who channels his intellect into science and technology, or Leo, who applies it to strategy, Mikey just… doesn’t see the need to prove it all the time.

Because being smart also means knowing when to relax.

Sometimes he seems easygoing, like nothing can truly affect him. But when it comes to you… when it comes to protecting you…

Everything changes.

Because Mikey is protective. Extremely protective.

He knows where he stands.

He knows he lives in a world where people like him shouldn’t exist. Where villains lurk in every shadowed corner of the city, where darkness hides dangers most people don’t even realize are there.

Because every time he goes out on patrol, he sees firsthand just how cruel the world can be.

And it’s not his fault that he’d rather stay in the clouds than face that reality.

But then, there’s you.

You are his anchor. His connection to the real world.

Because when things get bad, when the city feels darker than usual, when reality weighs too heavy on his shoulders…

You are the one who reminds him why he keeps fighting.

Why he keeps patrolling.

Because every time he faces danger, it’s not just out of duty. It’s not just because he’s a hero.

It’s because he wants to make this world—this city—a better place. For you.

And on the nights when he comes back to the lair after seeing the worst the city has to offer—the fights, the crimes, the people suffering—he stays up, restless.

And he asks Donnie.

“Why is there so much bad in the streets, bro?”

For once, his voice is serious. His gaze, shadowed.

Because, even if he doesn’t always show it, deep down, he’s still a kid who wants to believe the world can be good. That people can be better.

And until that happens…

He’ll keep fighting.

For the city.

For his family.

For you.

But on nights like this…

On nights like this, reality seeps through the cracks of his optimism.

And it drowns him.

Knock, knock, knock.

At first, his persistence doesn’t surprise you. Mikey always knocks on your window with energy, his impatience buzzing in every tap.

But this time, it’s different.

There’s something in the rhythm, in the desperation of his knuckles against the glass.

Something that sends a chill down your spine.

When you rush to open it, you barely have time to react before he pulls you into his arms.

And Mikey has always been physical, always been drawn to touch.

But this isn’t his usual enthusiastic hug.

This one is desperate.

He holds you tightly, as if afraid you might disappear between his arms. He’s trembling. His breathing is erratic, his chest rising and falling too fast, and when he rests his head against your chest, you realize just how hard his heart is pounding.

He’s trying to hear yours.

He’s trying to make sure you’re still alive.

And when he lifts his head, when his blue eyes finally meet yours, you see something in them you rarely ever see.

Fear.

Real fear.

Not the kind he fakes when watching a horror movie just so he can pull you close and laugh. Not the playful fear when Raph threatens to smack him upside the head.

No.

This is deeper.

“Mikey… what happened?” you ask, your own voice shaking slightly.

He doesn’t answer right away.

His lips part, but nothing comes out. He just swallows hard and closes his eyes, as if trying to erase what he saw. As if trying to convince himself it wasn’t real.

But it was.

And when he finally speaks, his voice is quiet, unusually serious.

“A patrol…” he starts, but his voice breaks. He runs a shaky hand over his face, inhaling unsteadily before trying again.

“We were on the rooftops. I… I was messing with Raph. You know, the usual.”

He tries to smile, but he can’t.

“And then I heard it.”

A lump forms in his throat.

“A scream.”

Your body tenses.

Mikey bites his lip.

“I jumped to the next building. I looked around. And then…”

He pauses.

Clenching his fists.

Clenching his jaw.

Because he doesn’t want to say it out loud. He doesn’t want to relive it.

But he has to let it out.

“She had your hair,” he whispers.

A shiver runs down your spine.

“And my mind…” he grimaces. “My mind played tricks on me. I saw…”

He doesn’t say it.

He doesn’t need to.

Because his eyes, his broken expression, tell you everything you need to know.

For a second, in the darkness of the night, in that filthy alleyway… Mikey saw you in her place.

And it felt like his world was ending.

His hands tighten around you, as if—now that he’s here, now that he can see you, touch you—he needs to convince himself that you’re safe.

That you’re real.

“Mikey…” you whisper, gently running your hand over his shell, trying to soothe him.

But he just buries his face into the curve of your neck.

Because he knows that, yes, you’re safe now.

But he also knows how cruel the world can be.

Mikey feels too much.

He’s a storm of emotions trapped inside a shell that’s too small to contain them all.

And right now, those emotions are spilling over.

Because the thought of losing you, the mere possibility that something could take you away from him, is consuming him.

He would feel… betrayed.

Because the world gave him something so beautiful, so bright, so perfect—you. And then what? Would it just rip you away without a second thought?

No.

He wouldn’t let it.

So he buries his head in your hair and takes a deep breath.

Your scent soothes him.

And terrifies him all at once.

Calm, because you’re still here. Because when he wraps his arms around you, you can feel how strong his hold is—like he’s trying to fuse you to him, like simply letting go could make you disappear.

And terrifying, because… what if one day, he couldn’t protect you?

His mouth finds the exposed skin of your neck, and he lets out a shaky sigh. Kisses—soft at first. Slow. As if each one were a silent plea. As if every brush of his lips against your skin was an unspoken promise that he would never let anything happen to you.

And then… everything feels hot.

Too hot.

Need consumes him all at once, like a fire burning through everything in its path. His hand grips your waist too tightly, like he needs to make sure you’re real.

And suddenly, there’s too much clothing.

You feel it too.

But Mikey has never been impatient.

Not with you.

He likes to take his time, to savor every moment, every reaction, every little gasp when his fingers explore your skin. He loves the anticipation, the way your breath quickens as his lips leave a trail of kisses down your abdomen.

Down to your hips.

Down to the soft skin of your inner thighs.

His fingers grip your flesh, holding you in place, and his warm breath brushes against the most sensitive part of your body.

He devours you with the same passion with which he loves the world.

With the same devotion he pours into music, into his art, into the adrenaline of skateboarding.

And tonight…

Tonight, it’s even more intense.

Because he needs to remind himself that you’re still here.

That you’re still in his hands.

Mikey is touch and sweetness.

His fingers trace your skin like he’s sketching in his notebook, like every caress is a precise brushstroke on his favorite masterpiece.

It’s him who slides the fabric of your shirt down your shoulders, who unclasps your bra with an ease that proves he’s done this far too many times.

But he doesn’t rush.

Because he wants to savor every second.

His mouth finds your collarbone first, leaving kisses that are barely there. A whisper of contact that keeps you on edge, that makes your breathing heavier before you even realize it.

And when his lips reach your shoulder blades, when his tongue barely grazes the curve of your back, a sigh escapes your lips.

Mikey pauses.

He takes a second to close his eyes and take it all in.

Your sound.

Your reaction.

The way your body shivers beneath his touch.

And when he opens his eyes again, his chest swells with pride.

He’s got you.

He’s got you right here, in his hands, melting like clay molded by his touch.

His arm curls around your waist as he lifts you effortlessly, guiding you toward the bed with the same ease with which he’d take your hand at any other time of the day.

He lays you down gently. With devotion.

And before leaning over you, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

Softly.

Tenderly.

Because Mikey isn’t just passion and desire.

He’s love.

He’s devotion.

And it’s him who finds your neck again, who bites your skin with the same intensity with which he savors every moment by your side.

He feels it when you arch your back, when you cling to him instinctively.

He feels it when you become completely his.

And then he moves lower.

His warm breath glides over your skin.

His lips carve a slow, maddening path downward.

And in the midst of it all—between the kisses and the breathless sighs—his voice slips into your ear.

Muttering the most ridiculously cheesy lines he can think of.

Because if there’s something he loves more than this moment, it’s making you laugh.

And when you snort in amusement, when your laughter bubbles from your chest like the sweetest melody, Mikey knows there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be.

Than right here.

With you.

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simplebraziliangirl · 21 days ago

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Asking you to be their girlfriend

Our favorite turtle boys

F!Reader

Warning: none

Leonardo

You were on the rooftop of the building where the turtle boys often showed up. It was one of those rare peaceful moments in New York — no Foot Clan, no Krang, no screams or explosions — just the distant hum of cars and the cool night breeze brushing against your skin.

“I knew I’d find you here,”

said a calm, steady voice behind you.

You turned and saw Leonardo stepping out of the shadows, his twin swords shifting slightly on his back. The moonlight reflected off his green skin and those deep blue eyes that, for some reason, always made your heart race.

“I thought you were training,”

you said with a smile.

Leo walked closer, stopping beside you to take in the cityscape.

“I was. But tonight... I needed to see you first, see you again. There's something that's been weighing on me for days.”

You looked at him, curious.

“What is it?”

Leo hesitated — something he rarely did. He lowered his head for a moment, like he was rehearsing the words in his mind.

“You know me. I’m the leader, the responsible one, the guy who always thinks before acting. But... when it comes to you, I lose that control. You've been messing with me head, I can't stop thinking 'bout y'a...and then I realize..."

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Leo…”

“I’m not great with words. But every time you smile, the world just... slows down. It makes everything I fight for worth it. Because of you.”

He took a deep breath.

“So here it is: would you be my girlfriend?”

The silence between you was filled only by the wind and your own pounding heartbeat.

You smiled, eyes glimmering.

“Of course I would, Leo.”

He relaxed, and for the first time in a long while, let out a wide, genuine smile. Slowly, he reached out his hand — big, strong, but gentle as it took yours. And there, under the moonlight, Leonardo, the fearless leader, allowed himself to simply be a boy in love.

Raphael

You were leaning against the hood of Casey’s old van, waiting in the alley where you and Raph usually met after dark. The night was quiet, but your heart wasn’t. Raph had been acting... different lately. Quieter. More tense. Like something was building up inside him.

Then, like clockwork, you heard it — the low thud of his heavy footsteps. He stepped out from the shadows, tall, broad, red bandana fluttering slightly in the wind.

“There you are,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Thought maybe you bailed.”

You smirked. “As if I would.”

He gave a little chuckle but didn’t look at you right away. That was your first clue something was off. Raphael didn’t do shy — not with anyone.

“You okay?” you asked, stepping closer.

“Yeah. I mean... no. I dunno,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Listen. I suck at this kinda thing, so just... don’t laugh, alright?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Raph, what are you—”

“I like you.” He blurted it out, eyes finally locking with yours. “More than I probably should. And when I’m not with you, I’m pissed off at the whole world. But when I am with you, it’s like... I can breathe.”

Your breath hitched. He wasn’t yelling. He wasn’t hiding behind sarcasm or fists. This was Raphael — raw, unfiltered, and vulnerable.

“You don’t need to say anything. I just— I had to get it out. So yeah... what I’m sayin’ is... I want you to be mine. Like, officially. My girl.”

You stepped forward, placing a hand on his chest — feeling his heart racing under the armor.

“You’re an idiot,” you whispered with a smile. “But you’re my idiot. Yes, Raph. I’d love to be your girl.”

His eyes widened for a second, like he wasn’t expecting it. Then, with a smirk that could melt steel, he pulled you into a hug — strong, warm, a little rough around the edges. Just like him.

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you,” he murmured against your hair. “Ever"

Donatello

The hum of the lab had quieted, and for once, Donatello wasn’t tinkering or typing. He was sitting beside you on the edge of his worktable, legs swinging slightly, hands fidgeting in his lap. Something was on his mind — you could feel it in the way his gaze kept flickering to you, then away again.

“Hey,” you said gently. “You okay?”

He let out a breath, like he’d been holding it in all day.

“Yeah. I mean... I will be. I just—there’s something I’ve been trying to say to you for a while now.”

You turned to face him fully, heart already fluttering.

“I’m not good at this kind of thing,” he admitted, eyes cast down at his hands. “When it comes to tech, or battles, or theories—I always know what I’m doing. But when it comes to... feelings? You? I’m terrified.”

“Terrified?” you asked softly.

Donnie nodded, his voice almost breaking.

“Because this matters. You matter. More than anything I’ve ever built, more than any fight I’ve ever won. And for the first time in my life, I want someone to see me— the real me — and stay.”

You could feel the emotion in his voice, raw and unfiltered.

“I don’t need you to love the tech. I don’t need you to understand how my brain works,” he whispered. “I just need to know if there’s a chance you could feel the same way I do. So... would you be mine? My girlfriend?”

There was no hesitation.

You leaned in, gently touching his cheek.

“Donnie... I see you. And I’m not going anywhere. Of course I’ll be yours.”

His breath caught, and for a moment he looked like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Then he smiled — not his usual proud grin, but something softer. Vulnerable. Real.

He wrapped his arms around you carefully, holding you like he was afraid the moment might vanish if he wasn’t gentle with it.

“Thank you,” he murmured. “For choosing me.”

Michelangelo

You found Mikey on the rooftop, laying flat on his shell, arms behind his head, staring at the stars like he was waiting for something magical to happen.

When he heard your footsteps, he perked up instantly.

“Heyyyy, angel face!” he grinned, sitting up. “Knew I felt the universe get ten times cuter.”

You laughed, flopping down beside him. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet... still single. Suspicious, right?” he said dramatically, placing a hand over his heart.

You rolled your eyes, but your heart beat faster. You and Mikey had been dancing around each other for a while now — endless flirting, late-night talks, shared slices of pizza under moonlight. But he’d never said anything real. Not directly. Until tonight.

He went quiet for a moment, gaze fixed on the sky. That’s when you knew this was different.

“I joke a lot,” he said, voice lower now, softer. “You know that. It’s kind of my thing. Keeps the fear out, keeps people smiling. But... sometimes I wish I could just say what I’m really feeling.”

You turned toward him. “Then say it.”

He looked at you — really looked — and you could see the vulnerability behind all the charm.

“I’ve had a lotta crushes, but this isn’t that. With you, it’s... more. When you laugh, it’s like music. When you’re near me, I don’t feel like a mutant freak — I feel like a guy. A guy who just... really, really wants to make you happy.”

Your heart melted.

“I don’t wanna flirt with a hundred people,” he continued. “I just wanna hold hands with you. I wanna call you mine and mean it. So, uh...” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Will you be my girlfriend? Like... for real?”

You didn’t even hesitate.

You leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Yes, Mikey. For real.”

His entire face lit up — pure sunshine in turtle form. He jumped to his feet and spun in a little victory dance.

“Let’s GOOOOOO! That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Mikey officially cuffed!”

You laughed so hard you nearly fell over — and he caught you, holding you close for a second longer than he had to.

And in that moment, under the stars and surrounded by his laughter, you realized something simple but powerful:

You had just said yes to the boy who would love you with everything he had — every day, every moment.

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