Ok ok hear me out, the turtle brothers and the reader on Christmas?
Donât forget to take care of yourself! Get food, water, and rest! You are wonderful and amazing! Happy holidays! ð
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Christmas Crush Stories (Fluff)
2003!Turtles x reader
A/N: So, I am Danish, and we celebrate Christmas on the 24th, which is tonight. I donât know a lot about American Christmas food or traditions, but Iâll see what I can do. So hereâs a quick one before the family gets hereðâ€ïžðð§¡ð¢ PS. It started snowing big time as soon as I started writing thisðð
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Some small Christmas stories with the turtles and you, their crushð
Warnings: Christmas fluff and chaosð
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Leonardo:
âAre you sure thatâs a good idea?â, Leo asked as he watched you, standing on top of an impossibly tall ladder, all to decorate a damn Christmas tree. Whoâs idea was it anyway to get a tree so tall, that not even the ladder could reach the top? If Leo could find them he would give them a stern scolding. Just because it was a long way to the ceiling of the lair, that didnât mean their tree should go up all the way! âItâs a far drop, (Y/N)â.
âI got it, momâ, you teased, poking out your tongue at him, making him cross his arms. You knew very well that Leo only meant the best, and that he was only looking out for your well being. âBesidesâ, you continued, picking out another brightly coloured glass orb to place on the tree. âSomeone has to decorate the treeâ.
âI would much rather have a naked Christmas tree than you getting injuredâ, the leader in blue retorted, looking unimpressed at the tree. How dare it be the reason you would put yourself in danger.
âRelax, Leoâ, you said, closing your eyes as you rolled them, causing him to uncross his arm, ready to catch you in case you would fall. Okay, maybe he was a worry hen, but closing your eyes was a recipe for disaster! âNothing is going to happen. Iâm a grown woman! I donât fall from a ladder. Have you seen me in high heels?â
âYeah, but when you fall while fearing high heels, the fall wouldnât break your bonesâ, Leo said, feeling himself getting more and more anxious.
âIâm not gonna fall, Leoâ, you sighed, getting just slightly more frustrated. In the beginning his worries were cute, but now they were starting to plant the first roots of irritation. You let go of the ladder to place your hands on your hips. âWill you please stop worrying? Iâm not a child-â.
You and your big mouth. Of course the ladder shook under you, causing you to yelp in surprise and lose your balance. It happened so fast. You fell off the tall ladder, plummeting towards the ground in what felt like less of a second. Leo was just as fast, having seen this situation happening a million miles away. He was ready right underneath you, catching with ease, holding you in a bridal style. Your face burned hot under Leoâs gaze, not just from the fall, but the close proximity of his face to yours.
âAre you still sure itâs a good idea?â, he asked, letting a smug smile show.
Raphael:
âYou donât get to hawk the mistletoe all dayâ, Raphael grumbled at Casey, as April walked away from him one more time. Casey sighed, having hoped that this was the way to finally get a kiss from her. And it didnât help that his red clad terrapin friend was now bugging him. âSome of us also have plans for tonightâ.
âGood luckâ, Casey said, stepping out from under the mistletoe on the clothing line, hand on his head, thinking of a new way to gain Aprilâs attention. âIf (Y/N) is anything like April, the only kiss youâll get is a knuckle kissâ.
âIâll manageâ, Raph smiled as he jumped to get the mistletoe down from the clothing line, before setting out to find his long time crush; you.
You werenât very hard to find, as you had been in the kitchen most of the day, making dinner with Mikey, Splinter and some of the turtleâs other guests. Raph managed to catch you, right as you were leaving the kitchen, trapping you in the doorway, his sudden appearance making you jump back in surprise.
âLong day, (Y/N)?â, he asked, a friendly smile on his lips. Goodness, he hoped that this would work. You still didnât seem to have noticed the mistletoe he was holding over your head.
âObviously, Raphaelâ, you said, sounding a little bitter. Oh, crud. That hadnât been part of Raphâs plan. âI have been in the kitchen all day, and have you been helping? No! Your brother and father have been so nice to help me, but you? No! You have been playing mistletoe hunt with Casey and April!â
âUhm⊠(Y/N)â.
âChristmas Eve is tonight, Raphael, and it would be nice with some help!â
â(Y/N)...â
âWhat?!â Raphael pointed towards the mistletoe in his hand above your head. The sight making your blood boil once more. âSo thatâs why you wanted to talk! Iâm working my ass off in the kitchen, and you want to kiss!?â
âN- no, (Y/N), that was not-â.
âCome here you!â
But before you could manage to land any punches, Raphael started running, with you closely following on his heels. Casey saw this and started clapping his knees in laughter.
âI told you, Raph! Hahaha!â
Donatello:
âDid you know that in Denmark, they eat duck instead of turkey for Christmas?â, Donatello said, watching you and April work in the kitchen. Or you, more specifically. Sweet Donnie had been walking after you all day like a lost puppy, spouting random facts about Christmas, all in an attempt to keep your attention on him. Poor fellow didnât seem to know any other way of doing so.
âIs that so?â, you asked with a small smile. You knew about Donnieâs little crush on you, and you had to admit that you found it very adorable. He would blabber about whatever small fact he had learned, sharing everything he knew with you. And you enjoyed every minute of it.
âYeahâ, Donnie said, smiling bright at your interest in his small facts. âThey also eat something called browned potatoes, which is like caramelized potatoes made with butter and brown sugarâ.
âOkay, that actually sounds pretty goodâ, you said.
âYeah, it doesâ, Donnie smiled. And then he continued on with his many random facts and information. Like said before, you enjoyed every minute of it. You liked having Donatello around, and to be honest, you love hearing him talk. But April, not so much. You see and feel how she was growing more and more frustrated with Donnieâs continuous talking. So you decided to take action into your own hands.
âHey, Donnieâ, you said, causing him to stop in the middle of whatever he was saying.
âYes, (Y/N)?â
âCan you keep an eye on these for me?â, you asked, pointing towards the boiling potatoes on the stove.
âOf course!â, Donnie said, stepping in beside you to take a look at the potatoes. That was when you leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek. Donnie let out a sound of surprise, before placing a hand on where your lips had met his skin. He turned to look at you with wide eyes. âW- what was that for?â, Donnie asked, his face burning hot.
âWell, in Denmark, when someone helps you in the kitchen during Christmas, youâre supposed to kiss themâ, you smiled with a shrug.
âR- really?â, Donnie said, a smile spreading on his blushing face.
âNoâ, you laughed, placing your chin on his shoulder. âI made that up. But you did really look like one that could use a kissâ.
âWell, I think I could use more than oneâ, Donnie mumbled, fiddling with his fingers.
âThen I guess Iâll have to catch you under the mistletoeâ, you said.
That comment caused Donatello to leave the kitchen in a hurry, screaming and yelling. âCasey! Raph! Quit playing around! I need that mistletoe!â
Michelangelo:
âDrop the snowball, young lady! Or you will be arrested!â, Mikey yelled at you from behind a tree, his beanie and scarf almost covering his face.
It was almost Christmas. The snow was laying in a thick layer in Central Park, so you and your best friend Michelangelo decided it was the perfect opportunity to take a night stroll through the park. But with you and Mikey being the way you were, that stroll had pretty quickly ended up in a snowball fight. It had now turned into you having backed Mikey into a corner behind the tree, searching and praying for an opening in your attack.
âIt will take more than the turtle police to get me!â, you yelled back with a laugh, throwing the snowball just as Mikey looked out from behind the tree. He managed to duck, just as the ball flew past his face.
âTurtle police?! It is the Turtle Titan youâre talking to!â, he yelled, throwing a snowball blindly in your direction. You dodged that with ease.
âIs that so?â, you asked in a teasing manner. âThen come and get me, oh mighty Turtle Titan!â
That was the opening and motivation Mikey needed, He jumped out from behind the tree, dodging the balls you threw his way. âBy the power of the mighty Turtle Titan, youâre going down, (Y/N)!â And with that he started running after you.
You yelped and started running in the opposite direction. But Mikey and his mighty ninja skills and trained legs managed to catch up with you easily. But even a trained ninja would not fight the power of an icy path. Mikey slipped and yelled, causing you to turn just in time before he fell on top of you, causing both of you to fall to the ground. Your back against the ground with Mikey on top of you.
âWhat was that for?â, you asked.
âI thought you would like to make snow angelsâ, Mikey smiled down at you.
âIf thatâs the case, then why are you still on top of me?â, you teased.
âI donât know. You seemed coldâ, he said. You caught him looking down at your lips for a second, causing you to sigh loudly.
âIf I kiss you, will you get off?â
âYes maâam!â
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