#michelangelo is a puppy

[brightlotusmoon]

I scrolled past some fics where one of the turtles smoking weed or taking edibles is automatically a very bad thing, and all I can think of is Reagan's DARE program that tried to use 87 Michelangelo to convince kids to not smoke weed, and it utterly backfired because of course Michelangelo is a stoner.

I'm not asking the kids to quit using the turtles as an anti-drug campaign in the 2020s, but the Turtles are not bound by human laws and ethics. And one of my favorite long-standing headcanons is that they can process certain foods and drugs differently than humans. Cannabis, caffeine, sugar, psilocybin, cocaine, opiates, chocolate, etc.

I love the way he does it 🤣

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Headcanons for which turtle gives the best most convincing puppy eyes?

I mean the most natural surface level answer would be Mikey. We've seen 2012 Mikey's puppy eyes in action, they are pretty pristine

And Rise Mikey's got the whole family wrapped around his finger and he knows it and will not hesitate to go mad with the power of the puppy eyes as needed

But I wouldn't say it's Mikey in every universe!

In 2003 I'm inclined to say Donnie. Everybody's got the lowkey-not-so-lowkey soft spot for Don, he's the unspoken glue that holds them together! (SAINW proved as much) And while Mikey's probably pulled his puppy eyes out pretty often, possibly to the point of desensitization, Don would probably save his as a last resort secret weapon. They're so unexpected and soulful that one can't help but be blindsided! It's super effective!

And in 1987 it's definitely Raphael. I will accept no arguments after The Making of Metalhead episode. When he's sick and he's like "You're leaving? But who's going to look after us till we're better?" 🥺 Look at him, he is the pleading emoji. But wanting to be spoiled when he's feeling particularly miserable is probably one of the only occasions he calls on them; he's got the snarky reputation to maintain, after all

[lucytherandomfurry]

Werewolf Mikey for the win

I might expand on the idea more but as of now I think I'll leave it at this

The reason the shells like that is because I was unable to get any good refs for Mikey 2012 shell

[gosecretscribbles]

Rise August 2024

Day 1: "Mad Dogs"

Raph was practically vibrating. Or maybe that was the Shellhog as it shot down the forest trail. Mikey sat in front of him. Mikey and Donnie had been visiting Todd once or twice a week since building the puppy theme park. Raph had been internally dying of the need to pet all the cute puppies.

“Absolutely not,” Mikey said firmly. “Puppy land is my mission! Mine and Donnie’s! Somewhere I don’t have to be a little brother following all the rules.”

“I don’t have that many rules!”

“You don’t?” Mikey said, pointing to the chore chart. “Really?” he added, pointing to the post-it notes on kitchen safety covering the cabinets. “Hmmmmm?” he added, holding up a life-sized cardboard cutout of Smokey Bear repainted to look like Raph. The sign it held read, ‘Raphie says: Don’t Start Ninpo Fires.’

“Well that one’s mostly for Donnie,” Raph muttered.

But he conceded the point. He knew he could be overprotective. But Mikey hadn’t even technically completed his first solo mission! After the Krangpocalypse, Raph knew that his littlest brother was just as talented a warrior as the rest of them, and definitely more mystically powerful. He also knew that Mikey deserved space to grow as a person. But. He was still Raph’s littlest brother.

He let it go, mostly, and didn’t mention the puppy place again. But sometimes, when Raph pushed the rules a little too hard, Mikey got vindictive and showed them pictures. There were corgis with little pink toe beans. And Wheaton terriers with coats like corn silk. And German Shepherds piled on each other in a big, sleepy heap. Raph had to hold his excitement inside until he felt like he’d explode.

Then Mikey came home yesterday and casually mentioned that two new adoptees needed leash-training, and maybe Raph wanted to help?

Raph would’ve sprinted to the woods right that second if Donnie hadn’t shot him with a dart.

The trees parted to show the amusement park. The rides looked amazing, the doggie fountain was at full blast, and two dozen dogs were frolicking through the grass, chasing and tousling with each other. Todd was waiting for them at the entrance.

“PUPPIES!” Raph leaped off the bike and ran for the gate.

“Whoa there, big fella!”

Raph screeched to a stop and just barely avoided hitting Todd in the face with his kneecaps.

“Sorry, Todd!” Mikey yanked Raph back by his shell. “Raph, you can’t just charge in like that, you’re gonna scare the dogs. You have to let them approach you and be gentle!”

“Raph can be gentle! Raph’s gonna be the boss of gentle!”

Todd chuckled. “Good, because I’ve got a couple newcomers who need some socializing. None of the other dogs want to play with them because they’re so big and scary-looking. But they’re the sweetest little guys! And they could really, really use some leash training.”

Big and scary? Sweet? They sounded just like Raph!

“Onward, dearest brother!” Mikey proclaimed, marching into the park. Raph followed so close he practically stepped on Mikey’s back toes. Todd was close behind. They went around Todd’s house to a guest house behind it. Wait, it wasn’t a guest house. It was a really big doghouse. There was a rumbling from inside. Two pairs of glowing eyes opened. Raph saw the glint of long white canines, a flash of fur and muscle, and then –

Out bounded two enormous dogs. They were nearly as tall as Mikey before they stood on their back legs. They had the muscular bodies and slobbery jowls of purebred Cane Corsos, but the black coats and pale brown eyebrows of rottweilers. Mikey neatly sidestepped his overjoyed attacker but Raph’s dog hit him at full tilt in the chest, a cute little thump that left Raph roaring with laughter and the dog barking his head off with excitement. Raph grabbed the dog’s ears and shook them.

“You wanna play, girl? Huh? You wanna play? Alleyyyyy-OOP!” He picked it up under the armpits and tossed it in the air. The dog kept barking the whole time, tongue hanging wide open, its entire body wriggling with joy. Raph caught it and tried to set it down, but it barked again and lunged for his chest. “Aw, you like uppies? Yeah! Who’s a good girl? Who’s a good girl who deserves uppies?!”

“Haha, wow,” Todd said faintly, watching the chaos. “I guess Mikey’s not the only heavy lifter in the family.”

“Nope!” Mikey said cheerfully. He’d slung his dog over his shoulder, where it was purring loudly and enjoying Mikey’s ear skritches. “Toldja he’d be perfect for leash training. Raph, this little sweetheart’s name is Klunk. You’ve got Cream, short for Ice Cream.”

“Awww! Who’s a good lil Cream? It’s you, yes it is!”

Cream barked with glee and covered his face in slobber.

Todd chuckled. “They’re really friendly, but they need to learn how to walk on a leash. Right now they pull a lot, and whoever adopts them should be able to walk them without getting dragged around.”

Raph frowned. “But they’re not going anywhere?” He gestured. His dog was now stretched across his shoulders like an overgrown cat.

“Not yet, but all it takes is them seeing one squirrel and then – whoosh! Off they go!” Todd produced two stainless steal chains, each with a hook at the end. “Don’t worry, they hook to their collars like normal leashes. It’s just so they won’t snap the first time these little guys pull. When they pull, stop walking. That way they learn that the only way to move forward is to stay next to you. You can also give them treats whenever they look at you, to distract them from other things like squirrels.”

“Sounds easy to Raph!”

It was, sort of. Klunk and Cream were really excited about the leashes because it meant they were going into the forest. It was funny at first, but hooking up their collars started to feel like wrangling Donnie into bed after he’d drunk twelve coffees. Then Todd loaded them up with bits of beef jerky and they headed for the gate. When they got outside, the two dogs immediately started pulling. Mikey and Raph, obeying instructions, stopped dead.

The leashes pulled taut so fast that both dogs spun all the way around, staring at the two turtles in shock. Raph immediately felt bad and let go of the leash. Cream bolted into the underbrush.

“HEY NO WAIT –”

“I got it,” Mikey said casually. He gestured, and a golden chain appeared, dragging the whining Cream back to Raph’s side. “You can’t let go, Raph, that just lets them run wherever they want.”

“But – the puppy eyes! They’re as bad as yours, Mikey!”

Mikey patted Raph’s arm. “Just think of them running into traffic. Would you let me go?”

“No.”

“Right - unless you were holding my hand. That's exactly what the leash is for, so don't let go.” Mikey put Cream’s chain in Raph’s hand. “Ready? Good. Follow the leader!”

He strode off into the forest.

It was a lot harder than it looked, because the puppy dog eyes really were Raph’s fatal weakness. But imagining them running into traffic activated his Big Brother instincts. He copied his littlest brother, stopping when the dogs pulled, giving them treats when the dogs looked at him (that part was easy and fun). By the time the four of them made a circle around the amusement park, the dogs were walking in loose circles around each of them. That offered a whole new challenge. Mikey could pirouette gracefully to keep from getting tangled, but Raph had to sort of waddle in a circle fast enough that he wouldn’t pull Cream on accident. He fell on his face more than once and Mikey took many, many blackmail pictures.

Todd was waiting for them at the gate once again. His cheerful face lit up even more when he saw the dogs sniffing vigorously around their turtles.

“You made it! Aw, look at them, all happy and sniffy!”

“We made a lot of progress already,” Mikey said proudly.

“Raph gave them lots of treats!” Raph said, and nearly tripped when Cream flopped in front of him to ask for belly rubs. “Awwwww, she still likes me!”

“Of course!” Todd said happily. “I bet you gave her lots of treats. If you’re up for it, I’d love to have the two of you keep working with them. Could you come back tomorrow?”

“YES!” Raph shouted. Cream barked her booming bark in hearty agreement. “Oh, wait, Mikey shouldn’t keep straining his arms. Maybe we should –”

“Omigosh Cream is so cuuuute,” Mikey cooed. Raph looked down and squealed. She’d curled her whole body around Raph’s legs, with her head resting heavily on his foot. She was starting to snore.

“She’s sleeping! Quick, take a picture, take a picture!”

“Got it!” Todd chirped, snapping several. “Oh, that’ll look so cute on their adoption page! What do you think the caption should be?”

“ ‘Mad Dogs!’” Raph said proudly.

Todd cocked his head. “Ummmm, you sure?”

“Yeah! It’s our team name and we’ve never lost a fight! It’s the name of winners!”

Mikey made a so-so gesture. “We have actually lost several fights.”

“Not the really big ones, so it doesn’t…hey,” he said slowly. “I was talkin' about your arms! Are you using Cream to distract me?”

“Whaaaaat, noooooo, why would I?” Mikey batted his eyes. “I’m your littlest brother! But Cream is even littler than me, so if you’re going to pull Big Brother mode, better aim it at someone who needs it more. Anyway I’m heading inside okay baiiii!”

He flounced inside with Klunk, Todd chuckling behind him.

“Wait – Mikey, you – she’s sleeping on me! How am I supposed to move? Mikey!”

@sariphantom

[eraserbread]

stoooooppppo bc a nanami fic where we call him ‘daddy’ and he just stops and climbs off of us would be soooooo funny 😭😭😭 #wouldread

the only thing you got your older boyfriend, nanami, for your one-month anniversary was you.

you sitting on his big, white bed, legs crossed and bared to the bone. drunk off of expensive alcohol and facing mean nicotine cravings, you scratch at your knees in waiting.

your boyfriend is so clean — so thorough. you love it, but you hate the fact that he takes longer showers than you. that’s where he is now, stuck under with the promise of,

‘be out soon’

soon, to him, was half an hour.

still, you wait so patiently. biting your tongue to hold back your excitement.

then that door draws open and your tail is wagging. he speaks no words, just walks up to you naked, minus the towel slung around his waist. he's so freakishly handsome it's unfair. dark eyes and dark, water-drenched hair. that familiar, beautiful trail of hair across his chest that leads straight under that towel...the tinges of grey mixed in with the dark blonde. god, he's just so perfect.

“why do you insist on showering when we’re just gonna get dirty again?” you whisper, sitting up on your knees when he walks over to the side of the bed. no answer, you’re not surprised. instead, he closes a hand around your throat and pulls you up into a tender kiss.

then, his hands are trailing everywhere, locking in your hair and pulling, marking the flesh around your hips a rosier shade of you.

“in the end, we're all just creatures of habit, aren't we, my pretty thing?"

“yes.” you pout against his lips, closing your hands around his wide, muscular back. his stringy, dark hair drips water onto your face, forcing you to turn it up. “yes, sir.”

“that’s my girl.” his voice dips an octave, kissing over your forehead before pushing you back on the bed with a single hand. “open up for me, baby.”

nanami’s dirty talk is lethal. he’s so pronounced and perfectly punctual that it sounds like he’s giving you work assignments. you love it, though. you drink his words up like wine.

so, you open your legs, flushing hot when his eyes fall right down to your sweet, crying cunt. just seeing him emerge from the steamy expanse of the bathroom half naked could make you cum, but you do have some self-control.

scratch that — he leans down and places a kiss right into your spread pussy, giving your clit a tiny little lick. all that self control is fucking gone.

"god — you're a fucking," you shake your head, catching eye-contact as you sit up on your elbows. he's pushing his body between yours, knees slotting into each other as he climbs the bed. of course, his lips are all over yours, smearing your dark lipstick over his gentle face, across some of the stubble over his lip. he looks like a michelangelo statue, feels like one as you trail a hand down his chest, too.

"i'm a what?" he wants you to finish your sentence, just because he needs to get you used to how he wants you to be — polite and caring.

"u're a... mhh." you whisper as he cradles your knee, all pinch-faced when he presses into your folds with the thick head of his cock. "a... a — fuck! mmh,"

"suddenly you cannot speak?"

you shake your head, not trying to give the adjective any more of your attention when your perfect boyfriend is on top of you, squeezing the flesh on your thigh.

"sorry, didn't catch that." he's being funny— thinks you care about stupid manners when he's slowly easing inside of you. it's half of his impressive girth to start with, only enough to get you going, but not enough to make you obedient. he waits for you to nod, giving him those perfect puppy eyes.

"n-no! fuck, dad-daddy," you moan, eyes fluttering shut as he finally turns that uncomfortable stretch into a searing, beautiful one. you dig your claws further into him.

but... he stops. like, dead in his tracks.

you have to pull yourself together so you can open your eyes and see him staring down at you. you can't read it, but he's not mad, not surprised either.

just... indifferent.

then, the worst comes to be — he pulls out. half-soft and turned the fuck off, it's absurd. you're left gasping for answers, clawing for understanding as you scurry to catch your breath. "n-nanami?"

his back is turned to you, fist pressed to his forehead as he contemplates painfully. he lets out a rugged breath. "that was terrible, please never do it again."

"what?" you feel belittled and stupid, but you genuinely felt him soften on impact inside of you. combing back through your drunken words, you can't find a reason.

surely, it wasn't the husky daddy that left your stained lips.

"i'm not your father, and you are not a child."

so, you mumble out the name you know he prefers when he starts to walk away, leaving you half-fucked and extremely dissatisfied.

"sir..?"

[daxisyzz]

Why so serious? Sergeant

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader

Trope: Grumpy x Sunshine, Domestic Fluff

Summary: It’s a lazy weekend and you’re bored, so naturally, you ask to practice makeup on your very serious, very grumpy boyfriend. He reluctantly agrees… not knowing you’re about to Joker-fy him and put it on tiktok. The twist? He looks too good, and now you’re the one suffering.

Warnings and tags: grumpy!bucky, but he loves her so soft for her, joker!bucky??, chaotic avengers' group chat, reader is clearly turned on by him.

Word count: 1k+

A/n: yes, this was inspired by Sebastian's role in the short film "The magic of passion", but he's a magician in that. Check it out if you haven't already. 500 followers special.

Saturdays were for pancakes, questionable movie choices, and Bucky grumbling around the apartment like a feral cat learning to be domestic.

Today, however, you were dangerously bored.

You were sprawled out on the living room rug in one of Bucky’s ancient hoodies, surrounded by your makeup collection like it was a war zone. He walked in slowly, suspiciously, like he was approaching some kind of trap.

“What... are you doing?” he asked, voice still gravelly from sleep.

You sat up like a puppy spotting a treat. “I’m bored.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “That’s never ended well for me.”

You gasped dramatically. “Rude. I’m an angel when I’m bored.”

“You convinced me to sign up for goat yoga last time.”

“And your glutes looked amazing for weeks, so you’re welcome.”

He sighed, already regretting asking. “What do you want?”

You grinned. “Can I do your makeup?”

Dead silence. The kind that stretched just long enough for a tumbleweed to roll by.

“No.”

“Pleeeease? You have the best face. Like, if Michelangelo did eyeliner.”

“No.”

You crawled over on your knees, giving him the full wide-eyed, pouty-lip, you-know-you-love-me look. “Pretty please? You’d be helping me grow as an artist. You’re like… my beautiful, brooding canvas.”

Bucky blinked. “That sentence gave me secondhand embarrassment.”

You clutched your heart. “That’s a yes.”

He groaned but sat on the edge of the couch anyway. “Fine. But no glitter, no lashes, no weird colors. Normal makeup.”

“Of course,” you lied sweetly, already grabbing a white foundation stick.

The man was so tragically trusting when he loved someone. He let you brush and blend and buff without question, arms crossed like a sulking statue while you worked.

He muttered under his breath, “This better not end up on TikTok…”

You gave a noncommittal hum. Because, obviously, this was not going to be a natural glam look.

And of course you filmed it. You’d propped your phone up sneakily on the bookshelf, recording the whole transformation in time-lapse: serious, scowling Bucky slowly morphing into a chaos-clown masterpiece.

You whispered to the camera, “Trust. The. Process.” before cackling silently.

No, this was Heath Ledger Joker territory. And the best part? Bucky hadn’t caught on.

You smeared more white across his face, added deep shadows around his eyes, a little black liner for depth… and then came the red. You dragged the lipstick in that jagged grin shape across his cheeks, trying not to burst out laughing.

“This feels clowny,” he said, suspicious now.

“Shhh,” you whispered. “Trust the process.”

When you were done, you stepped back with a breathless grin. “Okay. Ready?”

Bucky opened his eyes. You handed him the mirror. He stared.

“…You made me the Joker.”

You waited for the grumbling, the classic “Doll, I said normal!” speech—but instead, something entirely different hit you.

You blinked.

Because… damn.

The chaos of it. The cheekbones. The angry smudges. The “I might burn the world for you” look in his eyes.

You felt something stir in your soul. And maybe lower.

“…You good?” Bucky asked, brow furrowing.

You stared at him. “Okay but like… why is this kind of hot?”

He froze. “What?”

You stepped closer, eyes wide. “Like—I thought this would be funny, but now I want to crawl into your lap and make out while ‘Candy’ plays in the background.”

His expression flickered between horrified and smug. “You’re insane.”

You whispered, “Say it like you’re threatening Gotham, please.”

Bucky covered his face with one hand. “I knew this was a bad idea.”

You were already straddling his lap, giggling like a woman possessed. “Do the voice.”

“No.”

“Do the voice, James.”

He exhaled, deadpan. “Why so serious, doll?”

You gasped. “I’m going to combust.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, hands settling on your hips anyway. “You have issues.”

“Oh my god,” you gasped suddenly. “This is going to break my feed.”

Bucky froze mid-eye roll. “You filmed it?”

You nodded gleefully, already editing it to the “Joker stairs” soundtrack.

“If this ends up on the internet, I swear—”

You kissed his cheek, smearing more red on his jaw. “Too late, internet’s already falling in love with you.”

He groaned into his hands. “I hate Saturdays.”

He tried to fight it. He really did. But you looked too happy, too deranged, and clearly too turned on by the Joker makeup to argue.

“Alright,” he muttered. “You got your fun. Take it off.”

“Not yet,” you said, eyes gleaming. “We’re gonna reenact that ‘You complete me’ scene.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Bucky, please, I need it emotionally.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” he grumbled, but he didn’t stop you as you dragged him toward the bedroom, red lipstick still smeared across his perfect jaw.

And maybe—just maybe—he did the voice again.

The next morning...

(The avengers find the tiktok you filmed, which may or may not have gone viral)

Avengers GC: “Earth’s Mightiest Disaster 💥”

Sam: nah. NAH. you let her joker you up AND film it???

Tony: I just choked on espresso why did that actually go hard

Peter: I don’t know whether to scream or hide he looked into the camera like it owed him money

Bruce: the eyeliner is flawless why was the growl necessary

Steve: …what did I just watch? why is Bucky in clown makeup? why is he talking like that?

Loki: because Midgard is rotting.

Thor: I thought it was performance art

Wanda: he did the voice now I’m rethinking some things

Nat: my soul left my body i need to lie down

Sam: [NAME]. [NAME] GET IN HERE. you enabled this

[Name]: I was bored he was sitting still what did you expect

Steve: what is “break me like a glowstick” and why is it the top comment? what does that even mean?

Peter: I googled it i regret everything

Bruce: there’s fan edits already one has “Toxic” playing over it i need bleach for my brain

Bucky: no one talk to me ever again

Sam: too late joker boy you’re the main character now

Clint: someone printed a screenshot and put it on the fridge in the kitchen btw not saying who but it’s me

[shouyuus]

I needed to show you this

cupping :) vi's :) face :)

but also squeezing just a little, tipping her head back, sliding your thumb along the sharp cut of her jaw (michelangelo who? the david wishes he could look as sculpted as this), pushing your thumb against the plush of her bottom lip, and she'd give in so easily, mouth falling slack for you, her eyes wide and puppy-bright, so eager, so... defiant (sometimes), when you tell her she can't touch (or taste) till you tell her and --

she'd bite her lip, frown up at you, pout like she does while still pressing her cheek into your hand.

"don't you think you're bein' a little unfair, cupcake?" she'd ask, staring up at you.

you cock your head to the side, watching her with half-lidded eyes and a poison-apple smile.

"unfair?" you ask, pressing a hand to your chest, feigning innocence as you give her face yet another little shake. she lets out a soft, bitten-back groan.

"and since when did you and i ever play fair, violet?"

[mehwmidklpe]

hiiii, i have a request. So its a Percy x reader where reader and Percy meet up at the beach to go on a little date, but Percy arrived early and waits but starts to draw readere initial in the sand like a love sick puppy (and maybe starts talking about her to some sea creature) and then she comes and sees percy and just smiles and realized yup that's the love of my life:)

Thank you beforehand!!!!

that's so cute!!

Yes, Percy knows the date wasn't planned till after like 10 to 20 minutes. But what's wrong with being early to make sure everything is perfect?

After many years, Percy Jackson, the most oblivious demigod of all time finally got the courage to ask you on a date.

He hadn't expect you to call him out as an idiot for taking so long to ask that question.

But hey! At least you didn't judo-flip him. And he got a date on the beach out of it, too!

After Percy had set everything up, he was sitting on the picnic blanket, waiting for you to arrive. He was so happy, like he's litteraly a lovesick idiot.

So lovesick he found himself drawing your intial in the sand with a cute smile on his face.

But when he heard a sound and looked up, he didn't see anyone. When he looked back at the sand and the intial of the most beautiful name he'd ever heard, he saw a turltle.

"Ohh. Hey little guy! What's your name?"

He frowned as he heard the turtle answer. "No name yet? Well then I'll give you one!" He started thinking.

"Ooh! How about Leo- No, wait, not Leonardo. I know a boy named Leo. He's pretty cool, but you deserve the best ninja turtle name out there. Michelangelo." He decided.

"Yeah he's totally my favorite." He then said as he watched the turtle crawl towards the pizza he had set on the blanket.

"Woah there buddy. I know turtles love pizza. So do I. But that pizza is reserved for a special lady."

Percy felt a smile growing on his lips as the turtle spoke to him again. "Yeah.. I have a date with this amazing girl. It's our first one. I still can't believe she said yes."

The son of Poseidon hadn't even noticed a sea star coming up to him. "Oh, another friend! What's your name? Also none. Mhmm.." The boy started thinking of a name again.

"Patrick. You're definitely a Patrick." He nodded.

"Wait? About my date? You heard that?" He asked the sea star as the turle crawled atop of him.

A giddy smile rested on his lips at the thought of you. "Her name is Y/n." He looked at the turtle once he heard his voice.

"I know Mickey, that's a beautiful name. But not as beautiful as she herself." Once the star asked about you, Percy knew there was no way back.

So now he found himself talking to at least 18 sea animals. Some of them were in the sea, but you could still see them, others were sitting right infront of Percy.

And Michelangelo, of course, sat in Percy's palm.

Gods did Percy feel like a disney princess.

"Yes, Flounder, she took all of them out. Singelhandedly." Percy confirmed to the fish at the edge of the sea.

"Squidward! Language!" He said to the octopus. "But yeah she's a fucking badass." He silently agreed, but every creature heard it.

Percy turned to the other fish. "Nemo. What did I tell you? She's not going to marry you. I will be her future husband, okay?"

"Don't worry, Alberto. We'll do two weddings. One in land and one in the sea. You can all be there, I'm sure she'll love you guys!"

He then looked at the crab. "Yes Sebastian. Y/n is the most beautiful, gorgeous girl you'll ever see! She's breathtaking! Divine! Aphrodite loosk like shit next to her! I don't understand how she's not full goddess, but I can totally see her godly half."

"Why thank you, you don't look too bad yourself."

Percy froze at the sound of that voice. The voice he'd recognize anywhere. He gulped and turned around to see you in all your glory.

"Y/-Y/n." He stammered.

When he heard the voice you couldn't hear, he leaned in closer to Michelangelo on his hand.

"Yes Mickey, I told you she's breathtaking." He wishpered to the turtle, agreeing to what the turtle said about your appearence.

Oh yeah, this boy is totally your endgame.

You stiffled a giggle as you walked over to him.

It was only then that Percy let his eyes rank over your body, taking in your outfit, your hair, your eyes, everything about you.

"You look–" "I heard you the first sixteen times, Percy." You said as you sat down next to him.

You tilted your head, lookign at the sand. "Is that my name?" By now, the intial had turned into your full name with hearts and stars around them.

Percy had done that while he rambled on about you to his new sea friends.

"No? It's your dyslexia who's fooling you." Percy lied. "I can read, Percy." You state.

He stayed quiet for a bit, before his head turned back to look at you again.

"I uh.. I got us pizza! Well actually Connor traveled to new york and get me some for us. He wanted to go to Italy first, I don't really know why the plans changed." Percy said, adjusting the two boxes of pizza.

"And uh.. I got us some cola, too. Don't tell Mr. D that I stole the from him though.. Uhm.. And I got some other snacks if you–"

"It's perfect Percy. Thank you." You assure him, taking his hand in yours.

The son of Poseidon fel the heat rise up to his cheeks, and you didn't hear it, but the animals were all 'ooh-ing' and 'aah-ing'.

"Now back to the whole 'talking about me to some animals' topic. You said you wanna marry me." You recalled with a smile.

Percy froze, he had no idea what to do.

"Uhm.. Well- I didn't- I mean we're still young, a-and we're not even an actual couple so.." His voice trailed of, noticing how stupid he sounded.

You bit your lip. "If you ask me we might just be one."

Did you just say that?

Like actually?

"Uhm.. Y/n.. would you want to be my girlfrie– Wait. You're not messing with me, right??" Percy asked you. "I'm not, Seaweedbrain."

Percy shot a look at the octopus. "Shut up squidward! Only Y/n gets to call me that!"

And you giggled. "You're cute, Percy Jackson. And yes, I would like to be your girlfriend." You smile again.

His heart was racing faster than a black marlin can swim. "That–That's cool–yeah.. cool." He tried to play it off, but even the animals weren't buying it.

Then Percy's eyes randomly widened. "No, we're not gonna do that!" Percy shot back at Patrick. "What'd they say?" You ask him. "He said. that we should kiss."

You frown at that. "And you're not gonna listen to him? C'mon Perce, he's a star." You say to him.

The sea anmilas were probably encouraging him cause he looked around at them.

Then finally, he scooted closer to you. "Is this okay with you?" He asks you, tone soft. You nod. "Yeah."

And so his lips found yours in a soft, loving, sea-animal-proof kiss.

The animals cheered, but it honestly sounded like a ton of gibberish to you, especially the sound that came from the dolphin who's name you did not know.

It didn't matter though, cause Percy Jackson was kissing you.

When you pulled away, he smiled. "Was that okay?" You nod again. "More than okay."

This time, you both blushed.

"So..?"

"Yes Percy. They're invited to the wedding."

And the animals cheered again.

[browniesarethebest]

I’ve seen TMNT fics where 2012 Casey goes to the rottmnt universe and they’re great. I love them.

But.

What if somehow the Caseys get switched instead? Maybe 2012 Casey gets zapped by a Kraang device that cause them to switch or Rottmnt Mikey is practicing with his mystics and accidentally hits the Caseys.

Either way, 2012 Casey goes to the rottmnt universe, but BOTH Cassandra and Casey junior end up in 2012.

I just imagine the 2012 crew being incredibly confused by why two people replaced Casey and the confusion never stops. What do you mean the girl with red eyeliner and ninja training is not another version of Karai? What do you mean the boy with the hockey gear and gap in his teeth is Casey JUNIOR and not the og Casey? What do you mean he's polite?

Why is Casey junior calling Mikey of all people Master Michelangelo? And why is he following Leo around like a lost puppy?

Anyway I just think there’s a lot of fun with both Caseys in 2012 without the rottmnt turtles or April.

[tinytinyturttlesoup]

The boy can finally rest :)

also bonus

@hitwiththetmnt

@idiot-mushroom

@tmntaucompetition

they’re still here, just hanging on the sidelines :))

@hitwiththetmnt

@tmntaucompetition

[delulu-julia]

Hihihi! I saw your that requests are open and I know you love getting little weird requests so I was wonderinf of you could write the turtles with someone (romantic or platonic) who has powers similar to Doctor Strange or the Scarlet Witch. Before Y/N even got them and at the early stages of having it they used to be so kind and bubbly but now that they've gotten used to it and how it works they're all serious and stressed and not aa bubbly, a complete 360 if you will.

Please and thank you!! ( ・∇・)

Tmnt 2012 x ScarletWitchPower!Reader (Romantic)

Leonardo

Leo understands responsibility, so when he sees how much you’ve changed, he immediately gets it. Power comes with a price, and you’re carrying a lot on your shoulders.

But he misses the old you—the one who would laugh at his lame jokes and tease him when he was being too serious. Now, you’re always serious.

He tries to remind you to take breaks, to breathe, to just be for a moment. “Even warriors need rest” he tells you.

He’s so gentle with you. He doesn’t push too hard, but he makes sure you know he’s there, always offering small touches and quiet reassurances.

If you ever break down, overwhelmed by the weight of your powers, he’s the first to hold you and remind you that you’re not alone.

Raphael

Raph is pissed. Not at you, but at whatever changed you. He remembers how happy and carefree you used to be, and now all he sees is the weight dragging you down.

He doesn’t know how to help, so he does what he does best—he sticks by your side, even when you try to push him away.

“You ain’t gotta do this alone, y’know.” That’s about as sentimental as he gets, but the way he stands between you and danger every time? That says more than words ever could.

If you snap at him in frustration, he just crosses his arms and glares. “Yeah, yeah, take it out on me if ya want. Not gonna change the fact that I ain’t leavin’.”

Expect him to physically pull you away when you’re overworking yourself. “Alright, that’s it—time for a break. Non-negotiable.”

Donatello

Donnie notices the change in you right away, and it worries him more than he lets on. He’s used to analyzing problems and fixing them, but this? He can’t fix this.

He researches everything about your powers, trying to find ways to help you control them, make them easier to bear. He’ll even build devices to help you stabilize them if needed

“You don’t have to bear the weight of the universe alone, Y/N… Let me at least help you carry it.”

He misses the way you used to be—how you’d geek out with him, how you’d joke around without a care in the world. He tries to bring that back in small ways, sneaking little jokes into conversations, nudging you playfully.

He’s so soft about it. He won’t push, but he’ll always be waiting, ready to hold you if you ever let your guard down.

Michelangelo

This breaks Mikey’s heart. He remembers when you used to light up every room you walked into, and now… now you carry this heavy sadness.

He tries everything to bring back even a sliver of the old you—bad jokes, spontaneous pizza runs, even pulling you into dance-offs.

“C’moooon, Y/N, just one little smile? For me?” Cue the biggest puppy eyes ever.

But when he realizes that you’re really struggling, he stops pushing and just sits with you. No expectations, no pressure—just quiet companionship.

He’s the kind of person to remind you that you’re still you, even if you don’t feel like it. “Your powers don’t define you, sunshine. You’re still my Y/N.”

[hobiespick]

dog person [a sam drabble]

Stanford Sam with a puppy. Numerous torn leashes. Stumbling from Sam as the energetic little beast keeps running between his steps. Sam enjoying the privilege of owning his own apartment and adopting a dog like he always wanted. Early mornings spent pouring kibble into a small metal bowl and nights with him calling his dog for bed, basking in the soft pitter-patter of paws making their way to his bedroom. Taking walks around campus. Instant 'aww's from girls walking by him. This huge responsibility helping Sam's habit of staying inside too much. He goes outside more since he has to walk the dog and buy dog food and such. The dog nibbling on Sam's socks while he is trying to study. He takes the beastie with him everywhere.

Being at the park one day when something jumps on you. You turn around and it's a puppy who is mostly big paws and pointed ears that resemble antennas in some way. A few dopamine induced seconds go by with you petting and cooing at 'Bones', as the collar reads; before a guy comes up. Shaggy hair and the most hazel eyes you have ever seen, Chili Peppers band tee peeking from his half-zipped hoodie. His face is pulled in a worried frown. You think he and Bones look alike in some form. The guy apologizes something in regard to how his dog got off the leash and how 'he's never been this crazy' but you don't catch most of it. Actually you don't catch a word. Your heart feels like Its thrumming up your throat. This guy is beautiful. The baggy clothes do nothing to make him seem lanky, he is too..wide for lanky. Under that hoodie is Michelangelo's David. His unspoken presence alone has an air of 'safe'. You cut him off when he starts nervously babbling due to your (struck) silence. Saying something along the lines of Oh I don't mind! Also your dog is very cute!  It takes some serious self control to not bat your eyelashes while looking up at him. And oh my God you have to crane your neck a little bit to actually look at him properly.

You get to talking and you find out he goes to Stanford too and you have friends in common. Sam combs through his memory, how could he have not noticed you before? He has been busy with his classes and Bones but you immediately grab his attention and he doubts he is the only one who feels that way. You exchange numbers and plan a date. Bones is brought too by your request<3

[wobuffetbreakfast]

image credits go to pinterest .

warnings : usual mc shenanigans , slightly suggestive

tying a ribbon on his biceps featuring diavolo and beelzebub from obey me .

beel :

there he was . the avatar of gluttony in all his glory devouring a burger he got from hells kitche . he looked downright adorable as his face widened to take an enormous bite from the burger .

"beel ?" mc creeped up in front of him with a mischevious smile on their face . their hands folded behind their back , hiding a pink ribbon when revealed .

"can i tie this around your arm ?"

beel looked up with the gaze of a puppy . "uhm-, okay , why though ?"

mc scratched their neck , "well , you see , its a trend back in the human world . basically you do that to your significant other . it looked cute so i tried it out on you ." beel's heart swelled upon hearing that.

the knot was tied to perfection as it rested on beel's biceps which looked downright sinful . the ribbon snug around his arm , if he flexed it it might have broken off at the moment .

"beel , could you flex your muscles ? i want to see what happens ."

the ribbon looked as if it was barely holding itself together , like the painting of michelangelo , the ribbons thin string about to break . beel's one hand showing off and another devouring food . it was a sight to see , and nonetheless able to give butterflies .

mc suddenly latched onto his hand , beel looked at them with surprise . "mc ?" beel called out tentatively , confused .

mc looked up at him with twinkling eyes . "has anyone ever told you that you are a munch , beel ?"

diavolo :

"mc ? what brings you here ?"

"would you be happy to indulge me in a human activity ? i can assure you it won't take much of your time ."

he looked at the paperwork stacked upon his table . his study looked more boring and tedious than usual . a little break wouldn't hurt .

"sure , why not ?" he said .

"could you turn into your demon form ?'' mc inquisitively raised the question . he raised an eyebrow at the question .

"and why would that be needed ?" he leaned into their face . the heat in their face was evident from the close . they turned their face away .

"its a trend in the human world where you do it with your spouse ." and with that they help up a pink ribbon .

"i want to tie this on your biceps ."

diavolo had a smile that could rival the sun upon hearing that comment . as for his demon form , it was nothing less than majestic , fitting for the future king of devildom . gold adorned his neck and horns , he simply looked ethereal . out of the world , if one could add .

he was buff , beefed up . mc tried to tie the ribbon into a bow , only for the ribbon to end halfway about his bicep leaving only a small knot to be tied at the end , albeit a pathetic knot .

mc pouted at the result , to which diavolo let out a hearty laugh and lowered his arm to reach out and hug mc .

snap ! went the ribbon as it lay on the ground . the mere action elicited another laugh from diavolo as he leaned into kiss mc .

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

✂ ┈ then i hope they slept together, (oh, the less i know the better).┈

⚲ junior year, your dorm. present day.

a snort escaped your lips. "you're not cutting your hair, dalgeish."

oh, but he was. charlie was dead set on shaving his fucking head because the basketball team had made it to state, and to hit the nail on the coffin, to dye his blond as well. a bleached buzz. because "that's what his buddies were doing" and "team spirit's important, michelangelo!"

you wrestled charlie (which was an arduous task because of how beefy he'd gotten from basketball) out of the doorway and barked, "sit down." you firmly pointed to the couch.

charlie looked around, presumably to see if anyone was about to see him crumble into pieces at two words, and then politely sat, looking up at you expectantly.

an art major with an interest in hairstyling, you were apalled at charlie's idea that he was going to chop off his beautiful, long brown locks. "you can't shave your head!" you stammer, putting your hands on his shoulders and shaking him harshly. "pleaseplease, charlie!"

he frowned. "but me and the team are gonna cut our hair short... for state..." he mumbled weakly, flashing his signature puppy dog eyes at you.

"well..." your brow furrowed as you studied charlie's expression. he had a determined look on his face, his jaw tilted upwards and his gaze unflinching. "let me cut it, then. if you have to."

charlie blinked. "really? you'd do that for me?"

"sure," you sigh, putting a hand on his back and leading him into your bathroom you shared with your roommate, emma.

he lit up like a kid on christmas. the benefits of having a best friend who had a knack for cutting hair was a good haircut every single time. and, of course, if they fucked up your hair, you could always make them regret it.

but charlie trusted you. maybe because he was fascinated by your hair. long and brunete, which he'd peel back to find the blonde and pink pieces under it, like a little surprise. often, when you two were sitting on the couch (you scribbling away in your sketchbook, him stretching his legs out after practice), he'd run his fingers through your hair.

"hey, michelangelo. ya think you could do my hair like yours?" an easy grin spread across his face as he wrapped a lazy arm around your shoulder, giving you a noogie.

you scoffed, but a smile wormed its way onto your face. "no way. you couldn't pull it off." charlie chuckled. "can you grab that chair for me?" you gesture to your desk chair, adjacent to your desk covered with ink smudges and half-finished easels.

he nodded, scooping up one of the chairs and holding it on his shoulder. "where d'ya want it?" he chirped, placing it down right in front of the sink, as you said.

"sit," you smiled, patting the chair gently as he immediately tossed himself onto the swivel chair. "okay, so, how short do you want it? i can't give you a buzzcut, though. 's morally wrong." as you chatted to him, you absentmindedly ran your hands through his hair, ruffling it up as to envision what you were about to chop off.

charlie put a finger to his chin, tapping gently. "short, but a little left on the sides and the front. can you do that, barber?"

giggling, you nodded. "mhm." your hand turned to the left, turning on the gushing noise of your kitchen sink. your fingers dipped into the dripping water, testing out the temperature. it was lukewarm, maybe on the warmer side.

you picked up a pair of kitchen scissors and started hacking away, pausing every few minutes to tilt his head or change your position. eventually, after about an hour, your masterpiece was done.

charlie lifted his head out of the sink, shaking his head like a wet dog and running his fingers through his hair to fluff it up. he glanced over his shoulder, staring at himself in the mirror. his hair framed his face now, and he looked much more clean and put together.

"wowza, michelangelo. you actually did..." he paused, his mouth moving but no words coming out. "great. thank you." he turned to you, the smile on his face as big as ever.

it reminded you of when you first met him.

divider credits @cafekitsune

athlete!charlie belongs to @slimeypaws !! go check jay out please <3 what a lovely guy

[turtlecleric]

Melancholy, anyone?

-

A soft wind caresses your exposed skin, making you shiver. It might snow tonight if your weather app is to be trusted. It's definitely too cold for you to be out on this balcony in nothing but this dress. You should've brought a jacket, but none of the ones you own go with your dress and… you had wanted to look nice for once.

You sigh, crossing your arms and thinking fondly of your bed. You're not sure why you came.

…Okay, that's a lie. You came because the moment you mentioned the annual NYPD Christmas party to the group chat, your friends lost their minds and made it their mission to ensure that you went. You came because apparently the commissioner always brings a homemade pie that's to die for. You came because you didn't want to spend another night just sitting in your room alone playing video games. So. Yeah. You know why you came. But still. It's too crowded, and you don't really know any of your coworkers that well, and you sort of wish you had lied to your friends about going and stayed home playing video games anyway.

Well! You came. You showed your face. You tried the pie (admittedly delicious). You even stayed inside for a full hour before you escaped to the relative safety of the balcony. That's enough, right? You can head home and get comfortable. Your virtual crops aren't going to water themselves, after all. Yeah. It's… time to go.

You turn, already imagining the softness of your blankets, only to freeze in place at the sight before you. A huge turtle man, wearing a black suit and orange tie, stands near the door, his eyes wide with surprise. You both stare at each other, unmoving as the wind blows around you, and his surprise quickly shifts into something more like apprehension.

The silence stretches. You realize he's probably waiting for you to make the first move, waiting to see how you'll react to him. You remember the shock you felt the first time you saw the turtles at work. How you'd literally done a triple take when you'd seen their hulking figures walking with one of the detectives down the hallway. How you'd looked around, baffled, just to see everyone else acting like it was a normal Tuesday. How the person training you had laughed at your astonishment and explained how the turtles had apparently been working with the department for years now but ‘luckily there's always someone in the office new enough to gawk like that.’

You're still not exactly used to seeing the turtles, but you've at least seen them a few more times since then - though this is your first time being this close to one of them. Still, you definitely recognize him. He's the one with all the energy. The one that's always smiling and cracking jokes.

…It's a far cry from what you're seeing now. He almost looks like a puppy waiting to be kicked. Big, round eyes, and a slight hunch to his stance, like he's trying to make himself smaller. It makes your chest ache a little.

You make a point to uncross your arms and put on a pleasant smile. “Michelangelo, right?”

He visibly relaxes - there's that smile, tentative as it is - and nods. “The one and only. You can call me Mikey, though.”

You introduce yourself in turn, sending an awkward wave his way that you immediately regret - he doesn't seem to notice your embarrassment, though, thank fuck. If anything, his smile gets a little brighter. He takes a small step forward, then pauses and gestures at the empty space next to you. “Mind if I join you?”

You shake your head and step to the side to give him enough room, trying very, very hard not to stare as he leans his massive arms against the railing. It's kind of unbelievable how big he is. So tall that you have to tilt your whole head up to look at him when he's standing next to you, so wide that it's a miracle you don't see any tears on his suit with how stretched it is. He isn't even the largest brother if you remember correctly.

…You're definitely staring. He either doesn't notice or doesn't care, but it still feels rude. You manage to wrench your gaze away from him and copy his posture, leaning forward against the railing and watching the sky slowly darken. The sun has already dipped below the horizon, but streaks of pink and orange still stain the clouds and reflect off the windows of the surrounding skyscrapers. It's been a while since you really stopped to appreciate a sunset. They're always pretty, you think, but it seems like there’s just something… special about this one.

“Woah,” Mikey whispers, barely audible over the wind.

You glance his way, expecting him to be staring at the sky. He's not, though. He's staring at you. And now you can't quite remember what you were going to say.

“Yeah, the sunsets are always uh. Yeah.”

Jesus. Eloquent, aren't you? Your face burns, your mind racing for no fucking reason as you awkwardly stand there trying to think of something normal to say. You can't even really blame it on the fact that he's a giant humanoid turtle; unfortunately, you're just like this with unfamiliar people. Again, though, he doesn't seem put off. Quite the opposite, actually. He's practically radiating joy, looking at you like… like he'd rather be here than anywhere else in the world.

“I meant you,” he says, like that means something. “You're really pretty, you know?”

“Whuh?”

Mikey chuckles good-naturedly and tilts his head, but your brain has officially gone offline. Alarms are blaring in your mind, and an emergency message flashes across your vision on a loop: SOOO ELOQUENT. GREAT JOB, IDIOT. You can feel how red you are, but apparently the gods are taking pity on you, because he's looking back at the skyline and speaking again, filling the silence so you don't have to.

“Tonight has been- just- awesome. I mean, I knew it was gonna be cool, but wow!” He raves about the party, the food, the venue, everything you've sort of taken for granted all night. It reminds you that these guys probably don't get out much. It's become semi-normal in the police station to see them, sure, but not anywhere else. You wonder if this is the first NYPD Christmas party he's come to. His joy is… infectious. He talks with his hands, too, you notice. It's cute.

…Really cute.

As he talks, the alarms in your head don't completely disappear, but they… fade into the background, at least. There's something about this guy that makes you actually enjoy listening to him. Not just to be polite or out of some social obligation - you really want to.

Weird.

“Did you try that pie?” Mikey asks, smiling down at you. “I've never tasted anything so good in my life!”

This is it. Don't fuck it up. “Yeah, it was really good. I'm usually not a huge fan, but that crust-”

“The crust was so good!” He laughs, a bright, sparkling thing that has you smiling hard enough for your cheeks to hurt. The alarms are all but gone, and the warmth in your chest makes you forget the chill of the wind, and maybe this is what your friends have been talking about. Genuine human connection. Okay, well, not exactly human, but close enough. Maybe you could… give him your number. Maybe you could be bold, just this once. You watch him heave a happy sigh as he grins up at the sky, and you reach into your pocket for your phone. Surely they have phones. Right?

“Everyone has been so nice,” he says, like he's surprised. “And now- now I'm here! Talking to a cute girl like I'm actually-”

Suddenly he stills. There's a beat of silence. He looks back at you, and his smile has turned into something plastic and thin. His eyes still shine, but now they look… sad.

What happened?

“I should go,” he says, and the alarms are back. What did you do? What did you do? “It was really nice to meet you.”

You stare with wide eyes as he nods and turns. Something in your chest reaches toward him, begging begging begging for you to stop him. Say something, make him stay, fix whatever you did or said, be brave for once-

Too late. He's gone, disappeared back inside without even a glance back. Your heart thuds uncomfortably against your ribs. You should've… you…

You wait a few minutes longer before heading inside. You don't see Mikey, or any of the turtles, inside. There's no one you care to say goodbye to, so you leave without a word. You walk home slowly, shivering the whole way, and run through the conversation over and over in your head. Maybe you didn't talk enough? Maybe he saw something in your expression? Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Or maybe you're just meant to be alone.

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

First date!

🐢💙❤️2003 TMNT x Reader💜🧡🐢

Word Count: 862

CW: Gender-neutral reader, referred to only as ‘you’, turtles my beloved, I am feeding you turtle fluff today. <3

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 A first date with Leo would be pretty cozy, I’d think. He wishes he could take you out to a fancy restaurant like other men could, or even take you to a movie theater, ANYTHING so romantic, he wishes he could do. It really does make him feel so bad that he can’t provide you with romantic experiences like this, not unless he was disguised, but he can’t risk it either.

💙 But, you’re able to snap him out of it! You suggest a little stay-in date, and honestly, he wasn’t really aware what a stay-in date was, so you end up explaining all the things you two could do.

💙 That actually lifts his spirits a bit, and you reassuring him you didn’t need anything fancy and were happy just spending time with him made him feel so warm and fuzzy.

💙 The two of you would make dinner together when the brothers were out and Splinter was sitting in his room. The two of you had a romantic time, making spaghetti together and enjoying the meal… Soft touches, subtle flirting and sweet exchanges with one another, and the food was delicious too!

💙 After that, Leo would turn on Mikey’s stereo, playing some romantic music, then offering a hand. Once you take it, he’d pull you into a slow dance, your bodies pressed together in a warm embrace as you two would sway, his eyes staring into yours warmly. It was truly a cozy night.

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

❤️ A first date with Raph would be pretty fun! He already knows what he wants to do, he’s had it planned out for months if you two ever did get together— Yeah, he’s daydreamed a lot the moment you’d possibly say yes.

❤️ He gets Donnie to make another helmet, just for you specifically. Once that’s done, the plan is set into motion. Raph approaches you and asks if you want to go somewhere special, and once you give him the yes he was waiting for, he takes you up to their garage.

❤️ He would take you for a ride on the Shell Cycle through the city and soon make it outside of the city to a nearby patch of grass with a blanket and even a picnic basket, (bro had this all set up).

❤️ The two of you would end up enjoying the sandwiches he made while admiring the stars, it was just the two of you, and it all felt so so right.

❤️ You guys ended up cuddling that night and sharing a few kisses before he had to bring you home. He was very grumpy about that fact. 💔

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 With Donnie, he wasn’t sure what to do for a first date. He’s not experienced in the romance department, (not like any of his brothers are either but), mostly because he’s always thought more about science than what it would be like to love another.

💜 Well, how about a small adventure? Not the most romantic, but it would still be fun! The two of you set off in the Battle Shell, picking up some fast food and stopping in an empty-ish parking lot to eat.

💜 After talking and eating, you two would set off again and find yourself at an old scrapyard that seemed pretty much abandoned! After Donnie would give you that look, you couldn’t deny those little puppy eyes.

💜 Honestly an interesting experience. Donnie found some pretty neat things he could use for his inventions, and you found some pretty cool old things, like you found an old antique lamp, which was pretty cool!

💜 You guys would get back to the lair and end up cuddling on the couch. Not long after, both of you were passed out with a soft blanket draped over the both of you. His brothers found you guys and Mikey took pictures to tease the both of you later, (little stinker).

🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 As I mentioned in the last fic, (the ‘03 turtles are in love!), you guys had a rooftop date… And to say it was a fun experience would be absolutely correct.

🧡 Mikey, being the goofball that he is, had this little dining table set up and he had a fake mustache on along with this apron, acting like a waiter once you first climbed onto the rooftop, greeting you with a big smile.

🧡 He’d push in your chair and hand you the menu, pouring you a glass of Fanta, while asking you what you’d like to eat. This menu only had pizza on it by the way, so what did you order? Pizza of course!

🧡 He’d take your menu and soon grab a box of pizza, tossing aside his apron and mustache, making you laugh at his silly antics. He’d serve the pizza with a wink, and you guys would have a small dinner date while watching the sunset together!

🧡 After dinner, you and him would have fun dancing on the rooftop. Similar to Leo, he’d play music, but instead of an embracing dance with romantic music, you would be listening to more cheerful music and having a good time! Dancing to your heart's content and laughing. If you ever did end up getting tired, he’d carry you home without issue.

RAAAH, okay, felt a good amount of inspo today so I was quick to dispel it 😭 also GOD DAMN, thank you guys so much for the support on the last fic! I didn’t expect it to get so much traction like at all, so glad to see you guys like my writing! :) Next one I’m planning is first kisses with these lovely turtles <3 so I hope to see you guys there too!