#tmnt mikey 2016

[raphsmuneca]

I took him to the greyscale I assume bc I was feeling dark for a moment but you guys get a double dose and I’m sure no one’s gonna complain… I hope 🤞🏼

@happymoonangel here’s your lover boy 🧡 (yes I’m getting better but the time it takes me? 😩😭)

@milykins enjoy! 😉

[theunholyrogue]

under the mistletoe🎄

❤️bayverse! x GN reader💚

still on my writing hiatus, but i thought i would pop in for a quick, short christmas post with my favorite boys

tw: v mild cursing, none— all fluffy! ☁️

merry christmas, and happy holidays! <3

🎄💙Leonardo💙🎄

Oh, how Leonardo loved watching the excitement in your body language and emotions after he had agreed to helping you set up your christmas decorations around your home.

He didn’t mind doing anything for you, you were his partner after all and you definitely put up with a lot from him and his brothers— this was the utter least he could do for you.

So, while sipping on homemade hot chocolate, you and Leo spent the cold day together setting up your christmas tree, stringing the lights around it, and hanging ornaments off of the dark green branches.

You didn’t have many ornaments, as you had rather collect the cooler, more personal ornaments such as a hallmark oogey boogey from ‘the nightmare before christmas’ or a book to describe your various hobbies, over the glass or plastic bulbs that were really only used for the aesthetic…

unless the glass/plastic bulbs are your thing, then go off babe~

Both you and Leonardo enjoyed the quiet time off the moment, listening to the low sounds of christmas music or whatever you would rather play in the background on your TV.

“Thank you for helping me, Leo,” You speak as the two of you hang some garland over the top of your fireplace, followed by two stockings— one for you and one for Leonardo.

“Of course, love,” He responded, a warm and endearing smile on his features as you two finish and meet in the middle of your living room.

You wrapped your arms around his torso, around his shell as best you could as he returned the gesture.

“There is something that’s missing,” Leonardo muttered, causing you to look up at him.

“What?”

In an instant, you spot the mistletoe bundle above both of your heads, trying to figure out how Leonardo pinned it up there without you realizing.

Of course, the answer was that he was a ninja.

Without giving enough time to react, Leonardo tightened his hugging grip with one arm as the other slide to your neck, his hand coddling the back of your head as he pulled you into a longing kiss.

“A mistletoe kiss,” he states as the two of you pull away. “Merry Christmas, my dearest.”

“I don’t think I can love you anymore than I do.”

🎄💜Donatello💜🎄

The turtle genius had been hearing nonstop about Christmas lights from you, April, and Casey— about wanting to visit the biggest Christmas light display and drive-thru around their area.

Annnnd since April is a reporter, she and Casey had the benefit of going in before they opened to the public one night while April ran a story on the on the festive and flashy display.

Leaving you all alone.

Now— Donatello had never been one to celebrate Christmas, the whole ordeal stemmed from something that went against the science that he could prove, yet, after the two of you started dating, he most definitely put in a lot more effort for minor things like holidays and such just to make you happy.

So, since the turtle couldn’t bring you to the lights himself, why not bring the lights to you?

Thus, he banned you from the lair for roughly a week as he put his plan into action. He spent a lot of money for April to buy lights, while he would tinker and toy with the rest, ultimately creating an entire display of assorted lights that he and another could walk through.

And when it was time, he brought you back to the lair with a blindfold over your eyes.

“This is kinky,” you tease.

“Stop it.” Donatello replied, guiding you to the entrance of the lair before removing the blindfold.

You paused in awe, seeing the array of lights that was carefully manipulated into different christmas objected and scenes.

Candy canes, Santa, his reindeer, gingerbread houses, etc…

“Oh my… did you do all of this for me?” You asked softly, gazing up at Donatello, who watched you with a faint smile.

“Of course I did, you deserve it.”

You couldn’t help but hug him for a moment before the two of you walked through his creation.

Eventually, he led you through a multicolored tunnel that ended with an tinsel arch, white lights strung through it to resemble snowflakes. In the very middle, hanging off of the arch was a mistletoe.

Of course Donatello ended the walk with you both underneath it, and in the moment, he swept you off of your feet and bent forward over you, pressing his lips to yours.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

🎄❤️Raphael❤️🎄

“Sorry we had to wait for everyone to clear outta here,” Raphael murmured, slipping around on the ice of the ice hockey rink that doubled as a ice skating rink in the winter time.

You had been talking about wanting to go ice skating, whether you were good at it or not, yet you had struggled to find the time to go by yourself… or at all— period.

So, since Raphael “knows a guy who knows a guy”… Casey Jones… he decided to ask for a favor from the male in exchange for some free pizza.

“Raph, this is so much better than being around others! We’re all alone, I’m with my favorite person, this seriously couldn’t get any better!” You exclaimed as you slid along the ice in your skates, remaining close to Raphael.

Raphael smirked as you proclaimed your total excitement for the night activity, making him feel better about, well, the situation at hand. He always felt bad when he couldn’t take you out in public with others around, yet you always found a way to reassure him that it was always okay with you.

So, he continued to try and pick up the simplest of moves— skating forward, in the ice skates that Donatello had made specifically for him.

“Dang, I feel real bad about calling myself a ninja and not being able to do this,” he grumbled, though you didn’t mind reaching out and guiding him along.

“It takes time to learn, just like how you had to practice ninjitsu to be good at it. Right?” You asked with a smile.

“Yeah… and I’m damn good at it,” he grins.

“You sure are, love.”

Slowly, but surely, Raphael continued to pick up on the way of ice skating, being able to move forward and slightly be able to spin around in a circle.

Finally, as you two were doing one more lap around the rink, Raphael looked over at you.

“You know how ya’ said this night couldn’t get better?”

You paused, watching him as he maneuvered back in front of you.

“Yeaaah?”

He pulled out a small mistletoe bushel from his pocket, holding it over both of your heads while moving close. He leaned down in your direction and smiled.

“Merry Christmas, hot stuff,” he grinned before pressing his lips against yours, both lingering for an extra moment before pulling away.

“Couldn’t get better than that.” You grinned, pulling him back into a greedy kiss, causing the two of you to fall onto the ice and proceed to laugh it off.

🎄🧡Michelangelo🧡🎄

The turtles had been planning this holiday party for weeks, now that they had a collective group of people that they now considered apart of the family and wanted to spend part of their holiday season with.

Making the most out of it, you had decided to spend the late morning and midday to help your turtle partner in cooking delicious sweets while the others set up for the party.

Plenty of giggles and goofing around erupted between you and Michelangelo as you two measured ingredients, throwing some of the flour at your partner with the turtle retaliating against you by smacking a palm-full of whipped cream into your face.

You also couldn’t resist taking your finger and dragging it across the surface of the cake bowl, licking the ingredients off while earning a whine from Mikey.

“Oh, no fair! I was gonna do that!”

“Guess you were a little too slow then, huh?”

He simply rolled his eyes with a cheeky grin, catching you off guard with a quick cheeky kiss and quickly copying your actions with the remainder of the leftover batter. He pulled his finger out, creating a loud ‘pop’ sound with his mouth as you narrow your eyes.

“Oop! Guess you were a little too slow, sweet cheeks.”

“You are a total asshole for that,” you pouted, sticking the empty bowl into the sink to wash, along with the rest of the dirty dishes.

As you two cleaned up the disaster in the kitchen and laid the finished desserts of cookies, brownies, fudge, and whatever else came to mind, out onto the bar— you started to plate the desserts onto Christmas themed plates rather than leaving them on the pans.

The boys had finished setting up for the party, leaving the rest of the job for you and Mikey to bring the plates of sweets out and settling them up on a table in the main area where the party would be, alongside the drinks and small finger foods that Casey and April had brought.

One by one, you brought the dessert to the entrance separating the kitchen and the living space, where Michelangelo would meet you and take the plate, moving to the table and setting it down— until it came down to the last dessert.

As you walked to the entrance, Mikey swiftly took the plate from your hands and moved it to one hand, snaking the other around your waist and pulling you close to him.

Without so much as a warning, the orange clad turtle pressed his lips against yours in a short yet passionate kiss before pulling away, leaving you momentarily dazed. From there, he grinned and winked at you.

“Merry Christmas, sexy.” He states before walking back to the food table, leaving you there to stare up at the mistletoe berry and leaf that hung in the doorway above your head.

“That was pretty smooth…” You mutter with a blushing smile.

[cowabungacafe]

Mikey's Melody of Affection

Prompt - "Them kissing you repeatedly when you do something cute and they can't hold in their aww"

Pairing - Bayverse Mikey x reader

Title: Mikey's Melody of Affection

Mikey grinned from ear to ear as he watched you attempt to juggle a pile of pizza boxes, your arms loaded with the cheesy delicacies. Your determination to carry them all in one trip was both impressive and adorable, and he couldn't help but be utterly charmed by you.

But when you stumbled slightly, nearly dropping the stack, Mikey couldn't contain his delight any longer. With a gleeful laugh, he bounded over to you, his heart swelling with affection.

"Whoa there, babe! Need a hand?" he asked, his voice filled with amusement.

You chuckled, grateful for his offer of help. "Yeah, I might've bitten off more than I can chew with these," you admitted with a sheepish grin.

Mikey reached out to take a few of the boxes from your arms, his touch gentle as he relieved you of some of the burden. But as he did, he couldn't resist leaning in to press a quick kiss to your cheek.

The gesture caught you off guard, a blush spreading across your cheeks as you blinked up at him in surprise. "Mikey," you protested with a laugh, but he only grinned back at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

And then, much to your amusement, he peppered your face with a series of soft kisses, each one accompanied by a delighted "aww" from him. He couldn't help himself, each cute moment you experienced only deepening his affection for you.

You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, feeling a warmth spread through you at his playful affection. "Mikey, you goofball," you teased, nudging him playfully.

He just grinned down at you, his gaze filled with adoration. "Hey, gotta show my appreciation for the most awesome person in my life, right?"

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth and affection of the playful turtle you loved, you couldn't help but feel grateful for his lighthearted gestures, a reminder of the deep connection you shared. And as you leaned into Mikey's embrace, you knew that there was nowhere else you'd rather be.

[hedgehog-dreamer]

Please draw Mikey and Anastasia swimming in the lake and how Mikey enthusiastically kissing Anastasia's arm from shoulder to elbow, making her feel embarrassed and giggle🌊🌿💖💘🧡💞

Mikey from TMNT (c) belong to Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird

Anastasia (c) belong to @inspiredwriter

[raphaelsrightarm]

Hi, I was just wondering, what if Mikey had a gf who was very sensitive to sound/easily overwhelmed. Like if she had a panic attack, how would he respond to the situation?

Mikey is a king let's be real ...

Warnings: Mentions of Panic attacks

He’s had panic attacks before, he knows how terrifying they are

The first time it happens he would immediately take you somewhere quiet, somewhere that you’re familiar with

He does the things he knows would help him, and he’ll watch to see how you react to them

If this is something that happens often, he’ll gently ask what you would like him to do, if you’re okay with being touched or not

If you are okay with being touched, he’ll rub circles on your back, trace the bones in your forearms, bruhs hair out of your face

As you calm down he’ll gently trace the features of your face

If you don’t want to be touched he’ll be sure to keep his hands off of you though he would struggle with it

He just wants to press you against his chest and hold you but he’ll respect what works for you and what doesn’t

Either way he’ll try and get you to match his breathing, all the while whispering the sweetest things to you

He’ll find ways to bring you back to the present with him

He’ll remind you of how strong you are and how this will pass and you’ll be able to breathe without your chest feeling like it's on fire

If you tell him what your triggers are, he becomes hypervigilant of them

When he feels things start to become loud, or when there’s just too much going on, you’ll catch him keeping a close eye on you until things calm down or until he takes you somewhere a bit more quiet to catch a break

He’s able to pick up on things like that much easier as times go on, and will even try to help you find ways to prevent them from happening when he isn't around or to calm yourself

[all-that-tmnt-jazz]

hey howdy hey, it's me again (i'm saying again like it hasn't been literal years since i've been here, lol!) if it's okay, i'm reaching out to ask for a matchup (again; i had one before, but i'm just curious to see if anything's changed significantly in these past few years!)

i'm five foot six with brown eyes, brunette hair, and beauty marks. i'm a scorpio infp, and i'm starting to be a little more social and Out There (though i'm definitely still anxious about rejection, which makes me really awkward as a result.) i also have mild anger issues — they aren't too bad, i just tend to sulk and isolate if i feel Crummy or like i'm being ignored. i'm very stiff and awkward when i first meet someone, but i have a tendency to be very physical and talkative when i get to know them.

my favorite things are 1920s and 1970s fashion, horror movies, art history, and collecting crystals. i like drawing, making kandi bracelets, and listening to music (my current favorite artists are chappell roan, hozier, and mitski; my favorite musicals are cats and hadestown.) i also like doing Excessive eyeshadow, wearing dangly earrings, and yapping about whatever my current interest is (i will Not Shut Up about the borderlands movie and no one can make me.)

extra info: im overly expressive (i have a horrible poker face), my love language(s) are physical touch and words of affirmation, and i'll beat anyone at the most obscure trivia.

tysm for your time, and i hope this wasn't Too Much; feel free to ignore if it is!

HI AGAIN! IT HAS BEEN A HOT MINUTE!

I did see your other Ask about meaning to put INTJ instead of INFP, so I got you. Here goes!

Mikey

ves hearing you talk about all of your interests, and also loves Borderlands

He is more of a fan of the video games, but does really like the movie

He has always been interested in 1920's fashion especially, so he is quite glad you are too

He isn't much taller than you- I see him as 6’3-6’4

(I have a post about all the turtles' heights Here)

He loves on all of your beauty marks because they're just that- beautiful

He will cuddle you constantly.

He is also pretty scared/anxious of rejection, especially from his brothers & friends.

Your anger issues wouldn't really be an issue to him since Raph's outbursts are 99% worse.

MAKE HIM A KANDI BRACELET. HE WILL NOT STOP PESTERING YOU UNTIL YOU DO.

He will not hesitate to hug you when you first meet but will be a bit surprised when you be a little stiff (at first).

He will NOT hug you again until you start showing you're up to physical affection

He does NOT like making other uncomfortable, it's one of his biggest fears

Once you do show it, he will cuddle. You. Constantly.

He always wanted to know more about where he and his brother's names came from, but since April and Splinter don't really know, he will definitely be asking you.

Since you're into art history.

No other reason...

(He just likes hearing you talk, period)

He's had an interest in learning about crystals, so please have a couple on hand when you first meet

He always compliments your makeup & will not stop for a long while.

Whenever you cuddle with him, he will subconsciously fidget with your earrings.

Which will happen often.

He loves cuddling with you.

Also, have you ever seen this boy try to hide something? Try to keep a secret?

Nothing is safe if told to you two. You both have the largest inability to keep a straight face/poker face.

Have I mentioned cuddling yet?

He's not the biggest fan of musicals, despite living in NYC/near Broadway

Hozier is a good choice for an emotional rollercoaster, which does happen rather often with him

He has heard of Chappell Roan but has yet to listen to her music yet

He's still stuck in 2009 with Gwen Stefani's "Hollaback Girl."

Help this boy.

Wait, have I mentioned his tendency to cuddle yet?

[wolfroks]

[chadobi]

“Control”

Bayverse Leo x reader

Slow burn | tension | unspoken love

Hi guys! If you want me to write you something that’s on your mind just text me! Oh and i have this one shot in drafts like for 6 months! Soo i hope you will like that🤍

——————

The dojo was quiet.

The only sounds were your breaths—soft, controlled—and the padded thumps of your bare feet as you tried, for the fifth time, to copy Leonardo’s stance.

“You’re still leading too much with your right side,” Leo said gently, stepping behind you again. “It leaves your ribs exposed.”

“I’m trying,” you mumbled, planting your foot harder into the mat.

“I know,” he replied, and you could hear the warmth in his voice.

Then came the light pressure of his hand—fingers grazing your ribs to guide you, the other on your shoulder to tilt you back slightly.

Every time he touched you, it was careful. Like he thought you’d break. Like he was afraid he might.

You didn’t move for a moment. Just stood there, trying to breathe steadily while your heart kicked in your chest.

“There,” he said, his voice suddenly quieter. “That’s better.”

You nodded but didn’t speak. His hand lingered a moment longer than necessary before he stepped back, the absence of him suddenly noticeable like cold air rushing in where heat used to be.

————-

Training with Leo had become a routine—a ritual, almost. Late nights in the dojo after everyone else had gone to bed. Just you, him, and the low buzz of energy between you that neither of you addressed.

It started off simple. You’d asked him to teach you how to defend yourself—nothing serious, just enough to hold your own. He’d agreed without hesitation, but now, weeks later, it was clear: this was about more than fighting.

It was time. Connection. That quiet closeness only built through repetition and shared space.

You stepped into your stance again and exhaled. “Okay. Let’s try it one more time.”

Leo nodded, moving into position across from you. His movements were always fluid—controlled, strong, beautiful. You hated how often you caught yourself staring.

He came at you slow this time, giving you the chance to counter. You blocked, pivoted, then tried to sweep his leg. He dodged it effortlessly, catching your wrist and twisting you toward him to stop your momentum.

You stumbled forward.

Straight into his chest.

Your hands instinctively landed against the edge of his plastron as his arm came around you to steady your back. For a second—just a heartbeat—you stayed there, face turned slightly into his shoulder, breathing hard.

He was warm. Solid. Close enough to count the tiny scars on his skin.

Then-slowly-you looked up at him.

And he was already looking at you.

Neither of you moved.

The world outside the dojo didn’t exist. Just his eyes, locked on yours, with something in them so intense it made your stomach twist. Something tender. Something terrifying.

Your lips parted—like maybe you’d say it. Maybe this was the moment.

But you didn’t.

And neither did he.

Instead, Leo blinked and gently let go, stepping back, his arms falling to his sides like the moment hadn’t just happened.

“You’re improving,” he said, his voice a little hoarse.

You nodded once, trying to catch your breath. “Thanks. That… felt better.”

He looked down briefly, adjusting the strap on his arm, then nodded too. “We’ll stop here for tonight.”

You grabbed your water bottle, trying to hide the way your hands trembled just slightly. “Same time tomorrow?”

He gave you a soft smile. “I’ll be here.”

You offered a half-smile back before heading to the exit.

And as you walked away, you didn’t look back.

Because you knew if you did, he’d be watching you.

And maybe—just maybe—he’d be wishing, like you were, that one of you had been brave enough to say it.

[ihaznoclue]

Imagine being sick and so you take a 'quick' nap at the lair, while the boys are out on patrol and they never realised that you slept over at the lair, then all they spot is you sleeping on the couch, cuddled up in Raph's knitted blanket and a plushie that Mikey gave you on your birthday, meanwhile Leo is making you tea when you wake up and Donnie is checking up on your heart rate just in case

-A<3

[theunholyrogue]

if time could stop (REWRITTEN!) (bayv! x gn reader)

haiiii! I'm back for now! :D SO SORRY for the people that I left hanging on my post, if time could stop, especially with HAVING NOT COMPLETED AN ENDING FOR DONNIE AND MIKEY. I feel like rushed it and didn't give myself much room to work with in terms of an ending... so I rewrote the entire thing and have ENDINGS for all of the boys!

Enjoy. SorryNotSorry. Inspo from Ty-Chou

TW: You die, blood/dying description, sadness and angst.

ending.leonardo

ending.donatello

ending.raphael

ending.michelangelo

Life had never seemed fair for the turtles, especially when they compared themselves to the humans living above the surface of the sewers – a pleasure that the four had never and would never be able to enjoy. Even if they had saved the world countless times over, they knew that they would never be accepted by those above without constant judgment or the fear others would express, repulsed by the simple fact that, well, they weren’t human. 

So when the turtles met April O’Neil, Casey Jones, Vern Finwicke, and you– the four of you accepting the brothers with little to no hesitation and practically becoming a family, life felt closer to the outside world for them. Although Vern wasn’t in the picture much, April, Casey, and you all spent most of your time with the turtles whenever April and Casey weren’t at work and you weren’t in school. 

After the Krang attack and attempt to bring the Technodrome through from their dimension, intergalactic invasion and the foot clan had seemed to calm down on causing mass chaos to the United States, specifically New York. Things had actually been slow for once aside from petty crimes, nothing to spectacular that should draw the turtle’s attention to the surface, yet they did so to keep from dying of utter boredom. 

And as suddenly as the city that never sleeps seemed to calm down, one year after the Krang invasion, chaos ensued once again within the busy streets and flashing billboards. 

It had happened – of all days. That day was a special day, a day you had been so desperate to ignore. It worked perfectly too– nobody had paid you anymore mind that what you normally received from your school day and afterschool job. But, after you had gotten off of work and made your way through the abandoned subway station in order to get to the turtle’s lair– a path you were well familiar to– it all hit you. 

“Happy birthday!” The turtles, Splinter, April, and Casey all screamed as you entered the lair. 

“Guys!” You retorted, earlobes and cheeks burning hot at the embarrassment of the attention being on you. “I said not to do this!” 

“We know, we just don’t care what you want,” Raphael replies with a sheepish grin on his features as he walks up to you and throws an arm around your shoulders, tugging you closer.

“You threw us a birthday party, this is the least we could do! Do you like it?” Michelangelo asked with an excited expression, bouncing up and down before Donatello placed his palm on top of his brother’s head, getting him to stop. 

You smiled, taking in their efforts with a small pang of happiness in your chest. “Of course I do. Thank you.” 

“Great! Let’s eat cake,” April exclaimed as she walked over to the kitchen, with the rest of the bunch following behind. Raphael nudged you in front of the cake that Michelangelo and Casey had made, your favorite kind. As you glanced around the room, the group started singing the classic tune of ‘Happy Birthday’ to you, causing you further embarrassment. 

Blowing out the flame on the candles and proceeding to dig in, roughly five minutes had passed before Donatello’s monitors went off with alarms and CCTV footage of the streets of New York City. Just about everyone’s heart dropped into their stomach at the sudden noises and footage they saw, running over to get a closer look at the situation. 

Police monitors were in a frenzy, screaming and crying from the civilians were caught on the CCTV camera footage, with several dozen foot soldiers marching down the streets, guarding their leader, The Shredder within their groups. They took down any and every civilian that staggered behind and left no room for mercy. 

“Oh my–” Leonardo uttered, unsure of how he would possibly go about this situation. 

With the only thing that he could possibly muster, the four turtles loaded onto the truck while you, Casey, and April found your way to Casey’s car. The plan was to plow through as many soldiers that you could and get to the Shredder before he do anymore damage and cause more death. 

Yet, that plan only worked so well until the Foot managed to knock them off course with their own armored vehicles, causing you all to come face to face with the Shredder and the rest of his army that remained standing. You, Casey, and April did what you could to keep the remaining soldiers off of the turtles as they fough the Shredder, but everything moved too fast and within only a few moments did the incident happen. 

It was a moment of miscalculation for the turtles, having played the dangerous game of assumptions and attempting to predict their enemies next move– assuming that he would move to strike one of the brothers. But as his quick movements reflected a different movement that opposed the turtles retreat backwards– set them back as they watched him run at April O’Neil. 

You had behind closer to April and noticed the Shredder’s fast paced sprint towards her, your eyes widening and your fight-or-flight kicking in to save your best friend. 

“April!” You screamed, pushing yourself off with your feet as you moved towards her. That moment suddenly moved in slow motion, your body slowly rushing at the female as Shredder’s blades emerged from his hands, aiming to strike. April’s head and body turned, her eyes opening slowly to a shocked expression as you reached out and shoved her backwards, his blades striking the side of your chest and abdomen rather than April’s back. 

As April fell backwards and your body suddenly stopped, impaled by the Shredder’s blades, all you could do was cough; blood sputtering out and dripping down your chin. The sounds of the turtles and April screaming your name became a distant echo as the Shredder retracted his blades from your side and allowed you to drop to your knees. 

April pushed herself up to catch you as your body fell forward, her hand pushing your hair out of your face and instinctively moving to put pressure against your side– causing no aid with the five actively bleeding wounds. You felt your lungs fill up with blood, collapsed from the puncture that the Shredder had done, and all you could do was cough the blood up. 

“No, no, no, no!” The turtles screamed as they tried to fight the Shredder off and get you help. Their attempts were in vain as the Shredder managed to escape far too late to save you. Donatello and Leonardo were at your side, assessing the wounds as they kneeled in your sputum. 

Everyone looked to Donatello, who grimly shook his head, his eyes casting a glance down at you. He had felt for a pulse, finding none as your body became limp. You were gone, you were gone because they had tried to predict their opponents movements. They couldn’t… He couldn’t save you, he didn’t save you…

And you were gone because of it. 

______________________________________________________________

“Today is the anniversary,” April spoke softly, sitting at the island with a dull look on her features. 

Five years had passed since that night. Five birthdays had passed, ultimately becoming a grim reminder of what had happened, of the gut-wrenching pain the turtles, April, and Casey had experienced. 

Today was the fifth anniversary of your death, along with it being five years since the Shredder had managed to take over the state of New York and multiple states within the region, his army ever growing by the minute. They had suffered many losses in those five long years, Splinter and Vern included. They did minimal work above the surface to keep their area safe, but nothing compared to what Donatello had been doing within the sewers. He had worked countless hours to build a time machine in order to take them back five years and give them another chance to take down the Shredder before he had a chance to take over and build a mass army of destruction. 

“It’s done.” 

The tech-genius stated, bringing the attention away from the pain of the day and give them some sort of hope. 

The six of them looked upon Donatello’s invention, a giant, circular, metal frame that sat up parallel against the wall of the lab, along with a station next to it for Casey and April to monitor their vitals and if the portal started to go haywire, which would give them time to return and not leave them stuck in the past. 

“And when can we use it?” Raphael asked.

“Now.” Donatello replied. 

“Great, we need a plan.” Leonardo stated. 

“Then make a plan.” Raphael scoffed. 

“Hey,” Michelangelo muttered, “Let’s not do this. Now isn’t the time to do that.”

“Do what?” Leonardo and Raphael spoke in unison.

“Drown in our sorrows and have attitudes. We need to take down the Shredder and maybe…” Donatello responded. 

The four brothers went quiet. “Yeah. Okay…” Raphael responded. “Sorry.”

“Let’s do this.”

[cowabungacafe]

Midnight Respite

Prompt - Those nights when they come home late and see you asleep on the couch and they come, pick you up and tuck you into bed with a kiss on your forehead" from me-writes-prompts

Character - bayverse Mickey x reader

The lair was unusually quiet as Michelangelo returned from his nightly escapades. His boisterous laughter and playful banter were replaced by a somber silence, the weight of the night's events pressing heavily upon him. But as he stepped into the living area, his exhaustion faded away at the sight that greeted him.

There you were, nestled on the couch, bathed in the soft glow of the lamp beside you, fast asleep. A small smile tugged at Mikey's lips as he watched you, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at the sight of you so peaceful and serene.

Quietly, he approached, his footsteps light against the floor. He knew you must have been waiting up for him, despite his protests that you get some rest. But seeing you here, lost in the depths of sleep, filled him with a sense of comfort that he desperately needed after a night of chaos.

With gentle hands, Mikey reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch tender and loving. You stirred slightly at his touch, a soft sigh escaping your lips, but you didn't wake.

Scooping you up into his arms, Mikey marveled at how small and delicate you felt against his broad frame. Cradling you close to his chest, he made his way towards the bedroom, feeling a sense of peace wash over him at having you safe in his embrace.

The journey was short and familiar, his steps guided by muscle memory as he navigated through the lair. Finally, he reached your shared bedroom, the moonlight streaming in through the window casting a gentle glow over the room.

Gently, Mikey laid you down on the bed, tucking the blankets around you to keep you warm and comfortable. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin for a moment longer than necessary.

"Sweet dreams, my love," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. With one last tender glance, he turned to leave the room, his heart lighter knowing that you were safe and sound, where you belonged.

And as he made his way back to the living area to unwind, Mikey couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for moments like these, when he could come home to you, his ray of light in a world filled with darkness.

[hedgehog-dreamer]

Please draw this, only with Anastasia🧡🌊💖💕

Mikey from TMNT (c) belong to Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird

Anastasia (c) belong to @inspiredwriter

[hotheadedhero]

*peeks in here*

*walks away to check if you do bayverse*

*return*

The bay bois getting an s/o who will occasionally will randomly be cuddling and then... *Affectionate bite* then letting go and telling them they love them.

AN: As an affectionate biter myself, I gotcha babes ;)

Affectionate Biting

Bay Turtles x Reader

Warnings: very mildly suggestive, an insomniac trying to grammar <3

Leonardo

The first time you oh-so casually bit him and smiled afterwards as if it was nothing had him going for a spin. Confused is the prominent word to describe how he was feeling at the time. The action was just so unprompted. He couldn't figure out why you felt the need to do something like that, nor how it could be seen as an act of love.

He's learnt over time that it's an unavoidable urge for you. There's nothing you can do about it. You just have to bite him for whatever reason you deem necessary. Leo is all too aware of this by now and may or may not use it to his advantage.

"For every hour we're out tonight, I'll give you a free bite. No questions asked, okay?"

These are terms you can comply with. He knows how much you miss him when he's gone, so setting up this ultimatum is an effective way of letting him go on patrol more easily.

Raphael

Being with you has involved its fair share of revelations and discoveries. There's at least a handful of things he's become savvy to whilst being with you but the random biting is one of the more bizarre ones.

Actions speak louder than words and they always mean the most to him but biting? What's up with that? Humans are weird. That's the conclusion he's come to. Even now in this very moment, you've taken a hold of his wrist whilst curled up in bed together.

"What are you, a cat or something? Quit it."

Of course, he's only joking. It's just so he can see your tongue poke out and your nose scrunch up in the cute way he likes. Even if he did seriously mean for you to stop, he doubts you would. You live by your own rules when it comes to these things. And, sure, you can bite him if you like. Just as long as you expect to get bitten back.

Donatello

It may catch him by surprise from time to time but only because you do it in the most random of situations. Whilst he's working away and you're sitting in his lap, you'll just latch onto the closest part of him you can access. He might jump if he's in the zone but it's never an issue.

Regardless of it being a problem or not, you've had your own curiosities about why you have such a primal impulse to chomp down on your boyfriend. Luckily, Donnie being as knowledgeable as ever has the answers.

"... the desire to pseudo-bite or squeeze anything we find extremely cute is actually a neurochemical reaction. 'Cute aggression' isn't motivated by vicious intent. Instead, scientists think-"

He halts on his words, blinks out of his matter-of-fact mode, and gazes down at you. All the while, you have his forearm locked between your teeth. Your attempt to smile coyly against his skin is adorable, and he smiles back before continuing his explanation.

Michelangelo

He won't ask any questions. In all honesty, he loves it. Although, there might have been a bit of a misunderstanding the first couple of times you went to take a nip at him. Let's just say he thought you were trying to get him in the mood. Can't blame a guy for assuming his lover is a little freaky in the sheets.

Having such a strong force overcome you is something he understands, though. It's like him when it comes to pulling a fast one over his brothers. You can bite him whenever you want to if that's what you feel you need to do. Even if you turned into a zombie, he'd still let you.

"And then we could be like, zombie lovers roaming the streets together."

Mikey holds his arms out, hands dangling as he playfully groans like the undead. You aren't entirely sure how the conversation developed like that but it's cute nonetheless. Hey, he's just being honest. He loves you that much.

[mushroomgrenade]

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[kusari-san]

[mishka-o]

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