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angelmichelangelo · 11 months

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12leo makes the best teas & matchas. his brothers claim they prefer coffee/juice/whatever, but when leo knows they're upset and wordlessly makes their drinks in the especially specific way he knows they like, they can't hide their gratitude.

do with that what you will :)

There’s the beginnings of a headache blossoming right behind his eyes, growing there and wiggling around his skull like some hungry parasite.

The data that is rolling across his computer screen in long lines of jumbled words and numbers all starts to kind of… blur together at some point.

He squeezes his eyes shut like it might just magically make it clear again, but all it does is spur on his growing migraine, kicking it into action, he groans, pulling himself up from his desk, he’s fairly certain he can see the projection of his computer screen still behind his eyes with each blink.

It’s late, so technically there shouldn’t be anybody in the kitchen. Not with the soft sounds of Raphael’s snoring coming from behind his door, or Mikey’s nightlight spilling from beneath his.

Yet, he’s no surprise to see Leonardo already perched at their makeshift dinner table, hands curled around a steaming mug, his face lacks its usual mask, showcasing the dark circles that are ringed beneath his eyes.

“Did you even attempt to make it to bed?” He asks him, eyes following him around the room as he sluggishly makes his way to their coffee machine. (He says their like it’s a shared possession but Donnie is the only coffee fiend in this house. Raph gets his buzz from energy drinks like the disgusting teenage boy he is, and Mikey took one sip once and said it tasted like dirt. This here machine was his and his alone.)

He jabs a finger at the button, letting it work its magic. He turns and rests a hip against the counter, looking towards his elder brother.

“For like, a minute, yeah.”

Leo scoffs, though, there’s nothing venomous towards it. Many a night since their childhood had this been their rendezvous point, here in this tiny, dank little kitchen. Whilst Donnie’s own insomnia might have been entirely self inflicted ever since he’d built his own home computer, Leo’s wasn’t exactly staying up late on purpose.

Donnie makes his coffee and slides over towards his spot at the table, watching as his brother's beak crinkles up in detest as he brings the mug to his lip.

“That stuff is so gross,” he says, voice low, mindful of their still sleeping siblings just down the hall. “I don’t know how you drink that sludge, Dee.”

Hot coffee slides down his throat, warming his belly. It won’t do much for his headache but at least it’ll stop him from passing out at his desk any time soon.

Donnie sighs. He looks towards Leo’s own mug — it’s one of Sensei’s, chipped at the edges and clearer steam curls from the top. There’s the faint aroma of something sweet, and without having to look, Donnie would guess that the contents inside were probably a rather pale green color.

“I could say the same,” he comments, nodding towards the beverage.

Leo’s lips twitch. “Yeah but this is actually supposed to help you sleep,” he tells him rather pointedly. He even pitches himself forward on his seat a little. “I wish you wouldn’t force yourself awake on that stuff.”

There’s a fleeting look of worry dashing across his brother's face; brows knitted together, his mouth drawn in a straight line. His eyes go a little dark under the dim light of the overhead bulb that needs changing.

Donnie sighs again. The ache in his head now webs itself around his temples, throbbing there like a cylinder drum. He rubs the heel of his hand against his eyes, like it might stave off some of the hurt, but it refuses, pulsating like his brain was about to explode.

“Don?” Leo’s voice is gentle, but he stands, and his chair makes a sick groaning sound against concrete and it bounces off his skull walls. He ducks his head down to draw a sharp breath. He hears Leo approach him.

“Don’t worry,” he grits. He reaches blindly for his drink. “Just a headache from looking at my computer for too long.” He presses his hand harder, swirls of muted color dance around behind his lids.

There’s a tentative hand on his shoulder, and the sound of his mug dragging across the table.

“C’mon,” Leo whispers. “I got something for that.”

He ends up with two little pulls pressed into his palm and what was left of his coffee splashed into the sink in sad rivets of brown. Looking at it like this, it did appear pretty grim.

Leo is quiet as he busies himself beside the stove, his own tea left abandoned, Donnie watches as the steam starts to disperse into nothing in the air, and once it’s all gone, does Leo turn back around to face him.

“Here,” he tells him, handing out one of Sensei’s cups. It feels like sacrilege to take it from him — he’d never indulged their father on those afternoon tea breaks like Leo had done so many times, tucked away in the dojo just to two of them, but holding the hot mug now between his palms, he suddenly wishes he very much did instead.

“I had some leftover ginger tea when I made Mikey some the other week. Try it. It’s good for migraines.”

Don feels his brows knit together. “You had tea with Mikey?” He rasps. “Mikey doesn’t drink tea.”

Leo drops back into his seat, a smug grin creeps over his face. “You’d be surprised.” His smile falters a little. “He uh, he wasn’t sleeping so well. Nightmares. After…” his voice trails out, like the steam, into nothing. He steels himself, rounding out his shoulders before he continues. “So I got him on it. He said it tasted like gingerbread men, so. Whatever works.”

Donnie’s chest goes a little airy. He hadn’t known about that.

He hesitates as he tries to draw in whatever information he can about what else he was missing from his brothers in this strange, brief period in their times when Leo must read it all perfectly across his face.

He clears his throat. “Drink it. I didn’t let mine go cold for nothing.”

And Donnie supposes he can’t argue with that.

He takes a sip and—

For one, Mikey was wrong. It didn’t taste like gingerbread men but… it wasn’t half bad.

And Leo reads him like a damn book again because he’s smirking again as he takes a mouthful of his own lukewarm drink.

“Told you.”

Donnie scoffs. But not before he takes another mouthful. It goes down way easier than coffee ever did. He scowls, not even realizing that the tightness behind his eyes was already starting to fade, he just rolls his eyes and tells him in a low, tired voice,

“Whatever.”

#thank you anon <3333 #this was fun to write :)#ask #anon #tmnt 2012 #tmnt fanfiction #five minute fics #(this will be posted to ao3 once it's back up and running of course)#tmnt 2k12 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello

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sibillascribbles08 · 1 year

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you’ll die

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Donnie's usual solution to finding that one specific tool that he used five weeks ago and then put down and couldn't remember where, was just checking his security footage.

An easy plan, just rewind until he got to the last time he used it, see where he sat it down, and it should be there, right?

Wasn't the first time he used the trick. Probably wouldn't be the last. Despite how much tech he moved to the hidden city by now the clutter in his home lab got just as bad. All his experimenting got caught between both locations and he sometimes had a terrible habit of not throwing old things out.

So, he opened all the cameras, and started to flash backwards in the footage as he sipped on some coffee.

The second he saw Jase on screen he couldn't keep himself from smiling. It was almost funny, watching him move so fast and backwards, but all his gestures were still so easy to pick out. The wide gestures with his arms. How he'd roll his head when he rolled his eyes. How he'd adjust his glasses whenever he made an observation.

Interesting to see some of them from a different angle.

He forced himself not to linger on it, letting the time fade from night to day and then night again. He tried not to stare at himself when he slept, always questioning some of the sleeping positions he'd end up in. At least it explained the mornings he'd wake up with a massive pain in his neck.

Sometimes Jase was there too. The pair of them got pretty used to sharing when he stayed over because there was no room on Donnie's floor and where else would he sleep unless all of them crashed together in the living room? So far no incidents either. Donnie was a pretty heavy sleeper--outside of a handful of noises that always got him up like Shelldon turning something on when he should be asleep--so the fact Jase sometimes liked to get up extra early was rarely an issue.

Just an example there, Jase walking backwards to the bed, stretching, turning around, kissing Donatello on the cheek--

Wait.

Donatello stopped the footage and let it run forward again to make sure he didn't misinterpret that.

Nope. There it was, a lingering kiss on the cheek before Jase wandered off into the hall.

Donatello ignored the burning in his cheeks by drinking more coffee. It wasn't that strange, nothing to fret about. Plenty of people kissed their significant other when they were still asleep.

He went back to scanning, but now kept a much sharper eye on himself. It seemed like anytime Jase got up before him, he'd smooch him somewhere on the face.

Not odd that he did it, but odd that he only seemed to do that when Donatello was asleep.

Donatello didn't mind physical contact, most of the time, but he certainly had a preference for initiating it which he made clear even back when the two of them were just friends. It generally was just easier, didn't take him off guard. And it's not like Jase never moved first. He would sometimes ask, or use a small gesture to indicate his intention which Donatello could say no to if he wanted.

So why was this such a prominent habit when Jase almost never initiated a kiss when Donatello was awake?

Well, the only way to get an answer to that was to go to the source, and Jase wasn't free today.

Back to trying to find that tool.

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Sometimes it was surreal, walking around the Hidden City with a human and no one batting an eye. Donatello assumed it happened because the humans were always with him, and he'd built such a reputation that no one really questioned it.

For that reason, lunch dates at Bueford's became a regular occurrence. A quick walk from the lab, good food, and good atmosphere. Even with as popular as the place got the noise level was never unbearable.

Donatello sat across from Jase. He'd invited Holly Blue to come with, but she told him to just bring her back something. That was fine for today. He could use this opportunity.

"Hey Jase." Donatello said after finishing off his bagel. "Can I ask you something?"

Jase nodded, staring back at him, his eyes looking so big behind his round glasses as he took another mouthful of cinnamon bagel.

"Why do you only kiss me when I'm sleeping?"

He swallowed, pink blooming on his cheeks and crawling all the way to his ears. "Wh-what?"

"I was looking for something on my security footage the other day and noticed when you wake up before me you kiss me on the face. It doesn't bother me but... you know you can do that when I'm awake, right?"

"I-I know." Jase stammered and tried to cover it by sipping on his ice coffee. "You just initiate those when we're awake often enough for the both of us. I just do it when I wake up because..." Could his cheeks get any redder. "You're... really cute... when you're asleep."

Donatello bit the inside of his cheek, glad that his face couldn't turn red. "Oh..." He shoved down the embarrassment by trying to be smug. "You know you can call me 'cute' too. We've been dating for how long now?"

"Oh shut it. I see you biting your cheek." Jase pointed at him. "You're just as shy about compliments as I am."

Yeah. True. But Donatello wasn't about to admit that. Instead he just hid behind his coffee mug.

He'd tell Jase that his habit of adjusting his glasses was just as cute later.

#scribbly fics #rottmnt #jasonnie #these two idiots be like #throw smart ass comments at each other for five hours non stop #and also #turn into stuttering mess when giving each other genuine compliments

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lackablazeical · 2 years

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How do they take their coffee?

Leo: super sweet/creamy. Basically milk and sugar with like 2 drops of coffee. He doesn't need it to stay awake, so he doesn't drink it much. Finds it too bitter for his taste. He'll just have it if there's any left over/craving a sweet drink.

Mikey: usually black or with a smidgen of creme. It likes spiced coffee as well and may add whiskey if it isn't strong enough for him. Drinks it maybe once or twice a week, just if Donnie made any extra.

Donnie: black and scalding hot. Bitter as well, if at all possible. May also add like, cinnamon or something. Drinks it religiously. Probably tastes like dirt soaked in radioactive waste

Raph: doesn't drink it, finds it gross.

April: likes it well enough, probably will only get it if she needs some energy and wants a warm drink. Really only likes what Mikey or Don make, may add some sugar if she's feeling ✨️dangerous✨️

Usagi: doesn't like coffee at all, may choke some down as to not seem 'rude'. It makes him jittery.

#addams! tmnt au #rottmnt au #rottmnt mikey #leo rottmnt #addams! ella #alchohol mention

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a-sirens-melody · 2 years

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i'll hold you as your world falls apart (for 15 minutes)

Raph hates it when he wakes up and can’t go back to sleep. And yet here he is, at 5:32 in the morning, staring at his ceiling.

He does this a lot, his body just. Deciding he’s had enough sleep when no, he’s still cozy in his blankets and surrounded by all his stuffed animals and it would be nice to go back to dreamland. Sometimes it’s because of a nightmare, but more often than not, he just can’t go back to sleep. He prefers to stay in bed and cuddle his stuffed animals, it gets lonely being the first one awake.

If he really can’t stay in bed, too restless to enjoy the warmth, he’ll get out and tiptoe around the lair. Sometimes Leo’s awake, and they talk about everything and nothing in the way one does when they’re delirious on insomnia, or they sit in silence with mugs of tea (chamomile for Leo and raspberry for Raph). Sometimes his dad is fast asleep in his chair, and Raph tiptoes around him and lets him rest. Sometimes he runs into Donnie, still running on five cups of coffee or three energy drinks and no sleep, and he gives them a warning glare because Donnie knows by now Raph can tell the difference between “I’m up because I can’t sleep and I’m getting a snack to go back to bed” and “I’m up because I haven’t gone to sleep yet and, sigh, I suppose I need to satisfy my body’s needs.”

Besides, they keep food in their room so they can minimize those kinds of trips. Raph has seen the stash of nutrition bars, apple juice, cookies, anything that’s quick to eat and doesn’t mess with Donnie stored in a drawer under their desk. No, if they’re out of their lab, it’s to use the bathroom or stretch their legs properly.

He’s just decided to keep snuggling, closing his eyes even though he knows it won’t help him fall asleep, when he hears Donnie’s jetpack turn on. It’s quieter than it is in the daytime, but there’s no way he can ignore it or the sound of Donnie stumbling over their own feet. He thinks they smacked against a wall before fully taking off, and he winces in sympathy. The jetpack fades away, and Raph is left in silence again.

That’s…odd. Donnie usually does everything they can to make sure no one hears them when they step out of their lab at ungodly hours of the morning. And, sure, they’re not always the most coordinated, but they’re hardly ever clumsy when using their jetpack. And speaking of, why the jetpack? Raph thinks it would be easier to use the zipline on their bo to get upstairs. Or the actual stairs.

Hm. Something doesn’t feel right. His older brother senses are starting to tingle.

He gets out of bed, much to his dismay. Maybe it’s nothing, and he’ll end up chewing Donnie out for staying up all night. It’s probably nothing. Probably.

“I’ll come back, Dr. Huggenstein,” he whispers. “Promise.” He slips on his mask and he’s off.

When he makes his way upstairs, he hears sounds in the kitchen. Maybe they ran out of food in the lab? He hears the cookie jar being opened rather forcefully..

He steps in, and immediately the slight nagging feeling turns into sirens.

Don’s shoving cookies into their mouth like they’re oxygen, their other arm bracing against the countertop. It’s shaking really badly, though, and his legs don’t look like they’re doing much better. Their battle shell’s flung to the other side of the room, which they only do when it gets too heavy and they’re desperate to take it off and-

He understands what’s wrong now.

“Donnie?”

Donnie jerks their head up, eyes wide and still chewing. They swallow, but make no move to say anything. Their eyes are glazed over and he doesn't think they quite see him. They pulled their hand out of the cookies and Raph can see it’s shaking, only slightly less than the other still gripping the counter.

“Hey bud,” he says, slowly holding his hands up. “I heard you get up. Just wanted to come check on you.”

He can see the gears in their head turning, slower than normal. They blink and, in a small voice, reply, “sugar low.”

It always breaks his heart a little to hear Donnie so weak. He’s helped with several low blood sugar episodes, and he’s never gotten used to it. He doesn’t think he ever will.

“Yeah, I kinda thought so,” he says. He wonders if he was right about the lab, but he brushes it off. Donnie’s not in the right state of mind to answer all of his questions right now. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“Um.” They’ve tucked their arms around themself now, rubbing at their arm despite the many visible crumbs. “Hold me?”

“Of course.” He starts to walk over to them at the same time they take a step forward. Another step forward and-

They trip over thin air, gasping and flailing their arms at a desperate attempt to balance themself. Raph picks up his pace, and manages to catch them before they hit the ground. They’re breathing really hard now, now shaking in adrenaline.

“Shh, shh,” Raph soothes. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. You’re okay.” Donnie grips his shoulders and he hears them sniffle. There’s a wet spot on his platron now, and his heart breaks a little more. “Oh, buddy. You’re okay, I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Is it okay if I scoop you up? Promise I’ll be gentle.” They nod. “Okay, here we go.”

He puts his hand below their shell and their knees and in one swift motion, he’s carrying them in his arms. He makes his way to the table and sits down, still holding them. Their head rests against his neck, staining it with more tears. “You want me to stay right here?”

“Please.” They’re still so soft spoken, and it’s all Raph can do to blink away the tears and swallow the lump in his throat.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, Tello. I promise.” He tightens his grip and Donnie nuzzles him with a quiet chirp.

He holds his little sibling close as their breathing evens out and their anxiety tremors fade. Donnie’s always sucked at eating regularly, and it’s led to more than a few of these kinds of episodes. It’s funny how after helping them through so many, it always hurts. You think he’d get used to it, but no. He hates seeing any of his siblings vulnerable, but there’s something about the way Donnie’s hands shake or how their eyes glaze over and he looks like a zombie or how small they look, small and sad and hurting that rips his heart out of his chest to shreds.

Raph remembers sometimes about how he used to yell when these episodes happened, when they were kids. It made Donnie cry more than once, and little Raph only hurt more because he didn’t understand why he couldn’t help right. It took a while, and a few tearful conversations with his dad, but eventually he learned how to show concern for Donnie without making it worse. As much as it irked him when they’d skip meals to work on their latest project, he was never mad at them. It was just…so scary.

He couldn’t punch a low blood sugar. Couldn’t yell at it to make it go away and to stop hurting his sibling. Couldn’t step in front of Donnie and take the brunt of the hit for them. He knows if he could, he would trade places with Donnie every time in a heartbeat. Anything so he wouldn't have to watch them stare at the ground and feel utterly miserable. Holding them is always nice, and it helps that he can make them feel safe and secure, but…

He hates that he can never stop it from happening in the first place.

Donnie stretches their legs out, bringing Raph back to the present. Next is their arms, high above their head. They scrub at their face, rubbing away their tear streaks. Now that he can see their face, their eyes look much more alive now.

“Hey.” Raph smiles when they look at him. “You feelin’ better? Ya definitely look a lot better.” Donnie hums in response.

“Well, seeing as I crammed five cookies down my throat before you showed up, and it’s only been fifteen minutes, yes. Yes, I feel a lot better.”

There he is.

“Interesting choice for breakfast, don’tcha think? Mikey’ll have a fit if he finds out.”

“Mikey won’t get out of bed before eight, so I think I’ll work up the appetite for his cooking.” Donnie smirks, and it makes Raph feel a little lighter to know they’ll join the rest of them for breakfast today.

“Heh, true.” The clock on the microwave reads 5:50. They’re still the only ones awake, so he decides it’s a good time to ask what happened earlier. “So, uh. Did you run out of food earlier and that’s why you came up here?” They stiffen ever so slightly, and Raph knows he’s right.

“Yeah,” they sigh. “I forgot to restock, and I was really betting it wouldn’t happen last night.” They cross their arms, tapping a pattern out on their left forearm. They’re nervous about getting yelled at for being unprepared.

But right now, Raph is just happy to see them healthy again, so he saves that conversation for later today. “I’m not surprised. You tend to get pretty zoned in on your projects. Just make sure to take some stuff when you go back, okay?”

They look a little surprised, then they smile. “I will, El. But, um,” they start messing with their fingers, still sitting Raph’s lap, “can we stay here for a little bit longer?”

“Absolutely.” Raph beams, and Donnie curls up in his lap again, no longer hurting and small but cozy and safe.

(Leo finds them asleep later. He snaps a picture to show Mikey and Dad. Or maybe to use as blackmail. He’ll decide later, it’s too early in the morning to think right now.)

#rottmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise of the tmnt #rise donnie #rise donatello #rise raph #rise raphael #my writing #siren sings

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ducknotinarow · 7 months

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( also if you want cause I added his 2k12 verse too. ) "Ow! Did you have to be so rough?" ( '12DonnieRaph )

| Bite or be bitten

"Don you sure about this?" Raphael asks just to be sure. Ever since his sudden change it was hard to get used to it all. Sure they mostly lived hidden and nocturnal live styles as is before so that didn't require much chance to Raphael's life. But well the everything else did.

Raphael didn't really need to sleep anymore he did it to past time and rest, sometimes it helped to starve off his need to feed. Funny no matter if he trained hard or not he didn't require Blood as often as he used to with food. Though food has lost it's appeal since his changed which seemed to hurt Mikey slightly, he mainly just ate for their sake. Raphael was learning the limit he could go with out. The max seemed about a month at least but he would grow weak when he did. Two was for the best, but he sometimes pushed it further it about almost six now.

Sure the synthetic blood Donatello created offered him the nutrients he needed but it tasted awful. So Raphael only here and there drank it beside it took time to make it so if he could push it off? Seemed fine. But he met a limit that left him weak sick even, didn't know vampires could get sick. Don didn't seem to happy when Raph confessed about not drinking the fake blood. Even after he had some it didn't seem to help his condition so Donnie offered his blood.

Sat in their chair with Raph behind them neck over exposing their nice long neck. Raph never noticed how long it was before till now. Raphael had a finger running down their neck mapping out the vine he knew to bite. before he rested his fingers on Don's shoulder they seemed fine with it as he lower down towards their neck. Breathing in against their neck. "Tell me when to stop alright?" Lowering down further he lets his fangs extend out he swears he can hear Don's heart beating making the blood in their system work faster. His mouth started to water, the slow action soon forgotten as he lunged forward and sunk his teeth in painfully into Don's neck. Puncturing through Don's scales with ease as he could taste the first drops of Don's blood on his tongue.

"Ow! Did you have to be so rough?"

"Warry" Raphael mumbled against their skin, before closing his mouth against their neck letting his eye close a moment as he started to drink the flow that was starting to pool in his mouth. Don's blood had a slight kick to it, likely from drinking coffee and such to keep awake when they worked nonstop and needed something to drive them to stay awake.

Raphael savored his brothers taste for a moment longer, it tasted so good. The real taste of blood, he wondered if mutagen effected this taste at all as well. He swears it like smelling coffee brewing as he gets lost to the aroma. Only stopping when he notices movement from Donnie, he might sucked to much slowly pulling away he laps his tongue over the two obvious holes in his brothers neck. Slowly licking up along the side before catching himself, face grew hot as he pulled back. Using his hand to wipe his mouth clean and clearing out his throat a moment. "Uh, thanks Dee" He offers as he turns away from them. "I feel betta already, guess the real stuff just kicks better." He shrugs his shoulders trying to play it all off as nothing. But the linger taste of their blood on his tongue is hard to forget.

#muse| hamato raphael #starsandsavages #[tags tbd]#[ 2012 verse]#bite or be bitten meme #meme answes #ic reply #[vamp!raph]#[vampire verse]#tw: blood mentioned #((he was hungry donnie uwu))

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all-hail-trash-prince · 2 years

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Heterothermic

Chapter 4: Brumation (Extra)

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Family fluff, mutant biology speculation

Read on Ao3

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Several years ago...

By the time April’s first winter with the turtle brothers rolled around, she thought she had gotten used to all their eccentricities. Apparently, she had thought wrong.

One especially chilly day in early November, April arrived at the lair, only to find it the quietest she’d ever heard it.

“Guys?” she called out unsurely. There was no response. Venturing further in, she found every room she entered to be deserted. “Guys, if this is some kind of prank, you’re gonna regret it!” she said, a little louder. Still, nothing.

April was starting to get the feeling that this was some kind of horror movie setup, but she had to find the brothers, so she pressed on. Eventually, she decided to check their rooms, and ended up looking in Leo’s first. April let out a sigh of relief when she saw him gently snoring in his bed.

“Geez, Leo, don’t scare me like that.” She gently shook his shoulder. “Leo?”

After a few more seconds and a slightly more forceful shake, the slider blearily blinked awake and looked at April with unfocused eyes. “Mmmgh… hi.”

April frowned with worry. “What’s going on with you today, man?”

“Hmm… tired,” was Leo’s only response before he buried himself in his blankets again.

“Leo? Leo! Come on, man, don’t fall asleep on me again!”

“Ah, April,” said Splinter’s voice from the doorway, “I thought I heard you come in.”

“Splints!” April whirled around, never before so glad to see the old rat. “What’s going on with the guys?”

“Don’t worry,” Splinter assured her, “the boys always have a bit of trouble waking up after the first freeze. They’ll get up on their own eventually, and be tired for the rest of the day, but they’ll be fine.”

True to Splinter’s word, the brothers were all up within the next half hour. First was Raph, only a few minutes later, just as Splinter finished heating up water for hot chocolate.

“Hey, Raph,” greeted April.

The snapping turtle stared at his friend for a few moments, then gave a small nod. “Uh-huh.” He trudged over to a chair by the kitchen counter and accepted the mug of freshly mixed hot chocolate Splinter handed to him, downing most of it in one go.

Next was Leo, followed shortly by Mikey.

“Oh… hey, April,” said Leo slowly.

“Hi, Leo.”

“You’re so cool, April,” Mikey said suddenly.

She had to stifle a laugh as Leo nodded very seriously. “The coolest.”

“Aww, thanks, guys.”

Each of them was also given their own mug of hot chocolate, which they sipped at slower than Raph. A little bit later, and Donnie came stumbling out of his room. Splinter handed him a mug, and he seemed to perk up a bit.

“Coffee?” he asked hopefully.

“Even better,” answered Splinter. “Hot chocolate.”

“Oh,” said Donnie, in a voice that made it very clear he did not think that it was in fact better. Still, he took the cup and started drinking.

After a little while, when each of the kids had finished at least one cup of hot chocolate and all the turtles seemed a little more awake, April started talking. “So, I was going to ask you guys if you wanted to go out today, but I’m guessing now you’d rather stay in.”

The brothers all nodded in agreement. So April went around the lair, collecting all their spare blankets and pillows, and tossed them into a warm, comfy pile in front of the TV. She then picked out a movie, one they'd all seen enough times they could probably quote the whole thing from memory, and the five of them settled down for a relaxing day in. And if April ended up taking a whole lot of photos and videos of the turtle brothers, well, that was purely for blackmail purposes, and not at all because the boys being sleepy and silly was completely adorable.

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#heterothermic #rottmnt #fic #love the silly sleepy boys....#aw shit i almsot forgot i was gonna post again today oops #also if the ao3 link is still broken just give it a day or two

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moxfirefly · 3 years

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So I’ve been working on this for a little while now after a comment @supershiny-raven left on one of my post. I present to you:

How the others find out you and the turtles are dating.

Raphael entered the Lair with you in his arms. His brothers stumbling by him, Leonardo actually tripping.

The gang had gone to drink at Vern’s fancy penthouse, a round of drinks had turned to four and before anybody had common sense he had broken out his fancy wine collection.

That had truly been everyone’s undoing.

Yours as well.

Raphael the tank had pretty much only gotten buzzed, even more so upon seeing your state he figured he needed to somehow get you and everyone else home safe and in one piece.

“Where do we dump Donnie?” April had one of his arms slung over her shoulder while Mikey had his other, they had quickly found out the purple banded terrapin was a fan of wine. “Whatever is flat and comfortable, you think you can manage him and Leo?” Raphael nudged his older brother who had dozed off while resting against the couch.

“Yeah yeah brah, we totally-“ He unceremoniously let his brother fall on the nearest cot, poor April taken along for the ride. “Shit, sorry girly”

Raph shook his head, you groaned stirring awake and tightening your hold on him. Raph was basically carrying you with one arm beneath your rear. Making his way towards his room he gently placed you on his bed and set about the task of removing your shoes. “Hey hey mister, I got a boyfriend” You squinted at the large terrapin at the end of the bed.

“Yeah I heard, lucky guy gets to put ya drunk ass to bed, where’s your makeup bag baby?” He got up when you half hazardously pointed at the dresser.

Pushing yourself up a little on your elbows you watched him gather your face creams and a pack of makeup wipes. He sat back down but next to you and motioned towards his lap. “C’mere, let’s get your face off” You giggled when he manhandled you onto his thigh and took out the wipes. Slowly and in the most excruciatingly loving way Raphael set out to wipe off your makeup. Each stroke removing foundation and eyeshadow, you mumbled something he somehow understood in your inebriated state. “Yeah yeah I got ya kid” With all the careful dexterity he developed over time, he gently removed your eyelashes.

“Somebody has been paying attention” You giggled, feeling the buzz in your body shift into grogginess. Raphael looked inside the bag, adding some cream to your face to hydrate it. He examined his work, a lazy smile as he caressed your face. It felt bizarre he could actually do this, touch a beautiful girl and do something so silly as help them out with their face routine. The two of you had been rather quiet about your relationship, enjoying it all to yourselves.

“Ya were the cutest drunk at that party” He ran his knuckles across your chin, You smiled sleepily lifting up enough to catch his lips in a languid kiss.

The door creaked open and there stood April, her own slightly drunk face breaking out into a sweet smile. The two pairs of eyes that landed on her read ‘get out’ and ‘keep your mouth shut’ slowly April backed up nodding with a giggle.

Then there was a ruckus of what Raphael only assumed was April tripping and Leo drunkly laughing his ass off.

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Michelangelo

Oh he was screwed.

So insanely screwed.

How could he misplace something he kept on his person so diligently?

Mikey turned over everything he could in his room, currently he had done just that with the mattress but to no avail.

His phone was missing.

His phone with that very scandalous polaroid you’d taken for him.

Mikey had nearly passed out when you gifted him the picture and to his delight he had stuck the polaroid on the back of his phone in its clear phone case. He kept his phone on him all the time, sure he’d have to be a little sneaky about placing it down but he could manage.

Now though? He was about to have a coronary.

Okay, currently in this disaster there was no trace of it. This meant he’d have to scavenge the living room.

Where his family was.

Mikey swallowed and scurried out with a silent prayer that it would there.

Raphael and Leonardo were currently watching a basketball game. They seemed pretty engrossed and perhaps wouldn’t notice that he was scouring the ends of the earth for his actual girlfriend’s literal boobs. He peaked aglance at the couch, his large brothers had to take up so much space to make it worse.

“What are you looking for?” Came Donnie’s voice from the kitchen. The orange banded turtle froze, he tried giving him a nonchalant shrug. “Just checking how I can give Raph a wedgie ya know” Donnie raised a brow ridge, mug of coffee to his lips.

“I double dare ya numbnuts, the Knicks are down ten points and I’m pissed” Raph grunted as the opposing team landed another shot and Leo sighed exasperated with the outcome. His eldest brother got up thankfully which allowed him to take a look at the that side of the sofa. To his dread but relief there wasn’t anything.

Where the fuck was his phone?!

“Hey snot face, can ya order a pizza?” Raph grumbled as the game seem to worsen, a pizza could fix up his mood. Mikey frozen, mouthing a series of ‘shit shit shit’ as he frantically looked around.

“Oh man that would fix this terrible game, can you order it with extra bacon too?” Leo went straight to the fridge to grab something to drink. “Order some cheesy sticks too will you?” Donnie asked as he poured himself another mug of coffee.

Yes all of this sounded wonderful and his stomach did grumble but

HIS GIRLFRIENDS BOOBS.

Raph had scooted further to grab his own soda from the coffee table and just as he did he saw his phone. Relief washed over him but to his immense dismay and terror, the back of his phone was facing up. Which means the clear case he had was displaying the infamous polaroid he had been gifted.

You had simply asked him one thing.

‘Please don’t let your brothers see my tits’

It all felt slow motion, his eyes going wide, his hand diving to the couch and just as he did, Raph’s quick reflexes kicked in unfortunately and he turned to grab his youngest brothers wrist. “Ya ain’t giving me a wedgie man!!”

Raph’s eyes followed Mikey’s hand and then his eyes bugged out.

“Why are there titties on the sofa?!” Raph made for the phone but only got a face full of pillow cushion. He snatched the phone before it could be grabbed by anybody else. The red banded brute grinned as his brother hugged the phone to his chest. “Advert your gaze you perv!” Mikey all but shrieked.

“I’m not the one walking around with a titty pic as my phone cover” Raph grinned, just to make matters worse Leo and Donnie had gathered.

“Mikey why are you walking around with a random porn pic on your phone cover” Came Donnie’s disapproving tone.

“It’s a polaroid” Was all Raph needed to say.

The silence that fell was brief, then a series of ‘ooh’s’ sounded off and Mikey all but frowned and felt his cheeks heat up.

“No way! That can’t be...” Leo was incredulous. The relationship between Mike and you had remained rather on the down low. It was fun, a little secret away from the world that could stay between the two of you.

“Mikey, are you and y/n a thing?” Donnie asked exactly what the rest wanted to know but Mikey dreaded to answer. He sighed dramatically and tucked his phone into his pocket, shooting Raph a glare as his green eyes followed the motion.

“Listen dudes she made me promise that nobody would see that picture and I’ve already broken that cardinal rule thanks to this jerk face” He frowned at Raph, who in turn rolled his eyes.

“Well maybe keep the picture in your wallet or your room?” Leo sipped his soda with a matter of fact tone.

“Or as a background on your phone cause honestly man” Donnie smiled to himself when Mikey shot him an incredulous look. “Why’d she give you that?” Raph inquired sneakily with a smirk.

“For our three month anniver- AH YOU DICK” Mikey huffed out as Raph began to laugh, it was so easy to trick Mikey when one played their cards right.

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Donatello

Investigating could take a toll on anybody, even if by all means you weren’t a detective it still didn’t mean you wouldn’t find yourself researching and investigating crime. It seems to be part of the job description when you befriend four giant crime fighting terrapins.

In away you could help, you did.

Everyone had huddled around the living room, the coffee table littered with pictures, clues and all sorts of pieces of evidence that could possibly lead to the culprit they were trying to catch. You had set down a stack of papers, eyes already screaming for a break. Leo and Casey were at the kitchen talking, Casey had just clocked out and was reporting back what the nights investigations had gathered. Raph and Mikey were checking out the pictures Casey had brought over and Donnie naturally was researching on a laptop he’d placed there.

You had nudged him to come over and join the huddle, and secretly you just wanted him close. The two of you were dating, quietly and unannounced, but in those first few stages of just wanting to be glued to one another it was a little difficult to do said glueing.

On a few occasions with prying eyes preoccupied with their investigating, you had reached over to rub his cheek, his sleepy eyes spoke greatly of how tired he felt. Donnie had been at this already for a while, you’d been there with him along the way.

With a stretch of his arms, Donnie yawned and rolled his neck. The clock on your phone read 3:45am, he was due for a nap at the very least. “Why don’t you lie down, I can keep helping out here” You reached over again and took off his glasses, he smiled tiredly but shook his head. “I’m fine, I can keep going” Despite his entire body language screaming otherwise, Donnie would always soldier on.

By the time another hour passed, people consumed enough Coffee to give themselves an additional pulse (and somebody committed the mistake of giving Mikey said coffee) the investigation had died down. A few walls were hit but a few leads had come from it as well. Everyone was ready to call it a night (or morning).

Casey yawned, twisting his neck to let out a few pops. “Okay who’s staying and who’s coming with me?” By the sounds of April softly snoring against an equally happily snoring Raph, it seemed she would stay. Casey had a few hours of sleep to catch on before heading for his next shift and you had to preoccupy yourself with the same before tackling a night shift at your job. Donnie’s tired eyes expressed how he wanted you to stay over but he knew work was closer to your place.

“I guess I’m carpooling with you” You told Casey, already grabbing your jacket and bag. A quick hug to Leo and Mikey, a bow to a recently awaken Splinter and you were next to Donnie.

He’d been sitting on the kitchen table, arms crossed and looking closer to being k.o’d.

It was the sleep deprivation honestly, on both your behalves.

Because you had spread your arms for a hug and so had he, but your face had met in the middle and before either of your foggy brains could comprehend what was happening you had smooched him.

On the lips.

For about a minute.

Minute and a half honestly.

You both froze, the awake members of the family staring with raised brows. Donnie furrowed his brows, lips pursed in a thin line, you still had your own in a kissing motion.

“Well at least we solved one mystery tonight” Spoke Mikey with a snicker, Leo nudged him.

Donnie sighed by shrugged. “Not exactly how I wanted to announce this so yup, I’m her boyfriend, she’s my girlfriend, please hold all inquires for a later time when I’m actually awake” He pulled you in again for a hug, and another kiss (greedy boy) and instructed Casey to deliver you home safely.

With a blush but albeit happy look on your face you waved everyone off.

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Leonardo

Keeping a relationship quiet had never proven to be so difficult. Truthfully it came easier when the circle of people surrounding you was bigger, but a close knit one? Everyone suddenly had the powers of observation up to God level.

But Leo’s ninja skills were God level too and you knew how to keep your trap shut and not sigh like a love struck teenager every second you saw him. So it had gone good, real good for a while. The thrill of maybe sharing an intimate kiss while others we’re around was a sensation you never expected to enjoy. When it was time to leave, Leo would ‘walk you’ home safely and by ‘miracle’ run into a few thugs on his way back.

Because there’s no reason a brisk ten minute walk to your apartment should turn into an hour and a half.

Raph wasn’t buying but cared little to stick his nose into it. Donnie was too busy to bother. Mikey had an idea but decided due to bro code not to voice it.

His father though?

Splinter knows what’s going on because well, he’s Splinter. You live long enough with four giant sons all with their unique personalities and traits, you pick up a thing or two about parenting pretty easily.

And Splinter is a phenomenal parent.

Both Father and Mother to his sons.

So naturally he’s irked that his eldest is sneaking out at odd hours and trying to conceal his return. Because Splinter feels that out of all four, Leo has always been the most open with him. Once Raph hit those pre-pubescent mood swings, Donnie began to teach himself all matter of subjects and Mikey was too busy trying to set a new record of heart attacks to give his father while skateboarding; Leo always remained the same.

Even with all the acolytes Leo has achieved in his ninjutsu training, he still had his hiccups and his father would never spare the opportunity to turn into a teaching moment.

So when Leo had kissed you passionately on his way out of your window, you still in nothing but the skin that he had dedicated a fair amount of time in kissing and bitting. He thought he was being slick, he thought he was going to ninja his way into the Lair, into the showers and straight to his bed.

What he didn’t account for was his father waiting up on him. A mug of hot tea on the kitchen table and hands clasps together in what Leo recognized all to well as ‘Dad Mode’.

He’d been caught with the proverbial hand in the cookie jar. His gear was half hazardously on, mask slipped down around his neck and for Christ sake he was holding a shoe. It was 6:30am and he smelled like a girl, a pretty girl no less. The jig was up, especially when his dad motioned for him to come forth and seat opposite him at the kitchen table.

“Dad I can ex-“ Splinter held up a finger and pushed the mug of tea towards his disheveled eldest son.

“My son, I am not angry” Which was truthful, he wasn’t, in fact he was ecstatic that Leo had found somebody, somebody good and somebody that loved him for he has. Long ago he had accepted the pain that his sons would not find suitable partners and the ache it would come with for them. But here was Leo, nervous and trying to adjust his clothing because he’d been with a woman, a woman he clearly loved.

“I like y/n, she is kind, thoughtful and caring to us” Splinter emphasized each trait with a tap of a long nail on the table. “She should be treated with respect, I hope I have instilled that teaching unto you, a lady is to be respected Leonardo” Leo nodded at his fathers words, he nodded and prayed that the underwear he had stuffed into his pockets wouldn’t magically transport on the table to further humiliate him.

“So please my son, do not lie to me, do not come home late in this state and not expect me to know what has transpired” Dad voice was on, coupled with the sympathetic eyes though, man Splinter was good at this shit.

Leo hung his head, clearly ashamed of his dishonorable doings. “Hai, sensei” Even as an adult being scolded by his father never stopped hurting.

“And please do tell her that there isn’t anything hide, she is welcomed in our home, I would not mind getting to know my future daughter in law a little bit more” Splinter enjoyed the way his son nearly choked on his tea.

“Perhaps I can tell her a few anecdotes of your growing up” He smiled when Leo looked at him with pleading eyes. “I believe I have a few embarrassing ones she will find most delightful” He stood up and placed a hand on his sons broad shoulder. “I’m sorry dad, sorry for sneaking around and not telling you” He was earnest in his words and Splinter bowed his head.

“I know, thank you Leonardo” He walked away, hands behind his back.

Leo sighed and pulled out his phone, shooting you a quick text.

-so my dad wants to formally meet you... as in introduce you as my girlfriend.

It felt nice to hit send on that message.

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mediocrevideopodcast · 3 years

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Friendly Competition

Request: Now I can’t get the image of Mikey and Leo prancing around the lair to try to impress Y/N and Raph and Donnie just exchanging glances like wth in response to this X,D Wait, are you open to requests? Because then I’d totally request if you could do the idea of Leo and Mikey trying to impress Y/N in outdoing each other…

Characters: Leonardo (Pining)/Reader/Michelangelo (Pining)

Content Warnings: Swearing, really brief reference to The Walking Dead (Season 4).

Word Count: 1946

“Carl, Carl! Oh my god, dude,” Mikey squeals, clinging tightly to Raph’s side. Any other day, you might have laughed a little at his reaction - once a little brother, always a little brother - but you’re not in much better standing this time. The boy on TV backs slowly away from the zombies a little overconfidently for your liking, and you can’t suppress the rush of anxiety that courses through you. He’s a TV character, sure, but you’ve watched him grow up! He can’t die now, right?

And when the third walker appears, grabbing onto the young boy and pulling him down, you could have sworn the whole lair screamed. The room is filled with the “no’s” and various swears of your friends as the kid fights for his life, and you press yourself further into the couch to try and put some distance between you and the TV. You flinch at the sound of gunshots as he pushes the walkers away, barely managing to stay alive, when suddenly the room is pierced with a noise that’s somehow even more jarring and terrifying.

Battle alarm. Of course. Some yokai...alien… whatever it is... had to terrorize New York City now, of all times?

"Couldn't this have been an email or something? Really, the nerve of some people. Interrupting The Walking Dead now, of all times," You groan jokingly, pausing the show for the boys as they rise to their feet.

“If you unpause it while we’re gone, I will take you as a prisoner of war and treat the Geneva Convention as a to-do-list,” Donatello snarks.

You stick your tongue out at him, but you can’t help but giggle. “Noted, D. Hurry back guys, stay safe!”

“We will!” Raphael calls, waving to you with a smile before stopping at the exit of the lair, waiting for his brothers to catch up. Donatello walks right past him, balancing his tech bō over the expanse of his shoulders. You smile and wave back at Raph, but soon after, you’re met with the excited cheers of Mikey. He takes a running start at one of the nearby guard rails, grinning as he lines himself up at an angle. He jumps, grabbing the bar and spinning himself around it with ease to face you. In the brief second where your eyes lock, he shoots you a wink and a grin, before spinning himself back around and walking off. I mean, you know he’s a ninja and all, but has he always been that smooth with his parkour? Or like, that smooth in general?

He waves quickly at you with a smile and walks straight past Raph and into the tunnels of the sewer system. “Later, angel!” He chirps.

Leo boos before taking a running start of his own. Not to be outdone, he avoids the bar completely, instead choosing to flip over it entirely. He clears the bar with ease, landing on one leg and sweeping the other under him to perform a small rotation towards the ground. As he regains his balance, he pushes himself up with one hand and removes his feet from the ground to do another rotation before planting them once more and performing an angled flip. His movements are quick and fluid, as though such acrobatic feats were innate to his nature. As he lands he grins and shoots you a pair of fingerguns - which you laugh at softly - before backing out of the lair. “Later, sweetheart,” he coos, and turns around to walk out properly. You chuckle again once you hear Mikey’s voice echo from the sewers.

“Show-off.”

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You swish the warm drink around in your mug and take a sip. You practically purr at the heat as it hits your tongue: it’s been far too cold for your liking lately. Or, maybe you’re spending too much time in the sewers. Maybe you should invest in some space heaters, if you’re gonna be down here all the time. You twiddle a pencil between your fingers as you fill out the tattered crossword in a vain attempt to wake your brain up a little. Who was Aphrodite’s son again? Did she even have a son? You suppose you’ll get back to that one.

Raphael stumbles into the kitchen with a groan, fumbling around for a fresh mug. “Good mornin’, Y/N.”

“Good morning, Raph,” you reply.

He finally manages to find a mug, pouring some coffee and creamer and pulling up a chair next to you. He leans his head in his hands, clearly not awake yet. You chuckle. “Sleepy?”

He hums affirmatively and takes a sip of his coffee. You pat his shell gently and return to your crossword. You’ve never felt more like an adult, you think sarcastically. It’s like some scene out of a Lifetime movie.

Out of nowhere, there comes a loud thump from the common area, followed by the quiet swears of Leo. You damn-near jump out of your seat at the sudden noise, barely managing to keep your drink in your mug. It sloshes around the rim, and you quickly put your hand up to steady it. Raph, meanwhile, stays glued to his seat, seemingly unbothered by the loud noise. “Good morning,” he repeats. You snort. “Good morning, indeed,” you reply.

After a moment of thought, you set down your cup and rise to your feet. You might as well check out the noise and make sure everything is okay. You pat Raph’s head one last time before walking out into the living room, only to find Mikey and Leo whispering loudly at one another. Their voices are so hushed that it’s difficult to decipher what exactly they’re saying, although you can certainly hear them. But judging by the force behind the indecipherable words - and the overexaggerated hand motions - it clearly isn’t a friendly discussion. You clear your throat and wave gently at them, which catches their attention.

“Everything okay?” You venture.

“Yeah-” says Mikey.

“Yeah- It’s- Everything’s all good,” Leo stumbles, only to be cut off by his brother.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” He elbows Leo harshly, emphasizing some point to his brother that you’re clearly missing.

“Hunky-dorey.”

“Peachy-keen”

“Perfect.”

The two keep stuttering and stammering, occasionally elbowing the other without warning. You raise an eyebrow at the strange behavior, and decide to intervene. “Okay,” you drawl, “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t just hear… whatever that was. For your guys’ sake.” You joke lightly, attempting to lighten the mood a little and divert the attention away from that… trainwreck of an interaction. And the boys seem all-too-happy for the excuse, as Leo quickly jumps in with a quick question.

“Hey, now that you’re here, could you do us a huge favor? We’re having a little…” he pauses, “brotherly competition, and we need someone unbiased to judge.”

“Oh, that sounds fun!” You chirp, “What kind of competition is it?”

“It’s-”

“It’s a parkour competition!” Mikey interjects.

The tension between the two turtles is thick, and you certainly don’t want to be the one to address it. Perhaps if you ignore it, it’ll go away on its own? Maybe they both woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, or maybe this competition has high stakes? You sigh internally: it’s too early to be thinking this hard. “Sweet! I’m ready to be impressed,” you jest. “Who’s going first?”

“Me!”

“I will!”

They reply in unison, cutting each other off for the umpteenth time today. You chuckle and roll your eyes, which catches their attention. You don’t miss the way their eyes light up… or the way Mikey begins to smirk. He looks almost devious, although you suppose such a mischievous look isn’t an uncommon sight with him.

“Leo,” he starts, “How about you go first?”

He takes the bait with a grin, clearly unaware of whatever plan Michelangelo’s formed. “Why certainly!” He rolls his wrist around in an overexaggerated motion, beaming with absolute confidence. “As the eldest brother in the room, I’d be happy to show you how it’s done.”

And with that, he’s off. His movements are as smooth as silk as he runs towards the nearest crate, grabbing it at an angle to flip himself over once. He lands on his feet with a loud “thump” against the concrete, but he doesn’t waste a moment as he runs towards the nearest wall. He runs up its length the moment he’s in range, this time using his body weight to spin himself during his flip. He’s fluid in his movements, years of practice and training shining through in this brief moment. This time he lands straight up on both feet, although he doesn’t take any reprieve. Instead, he kicks himself up and over, sweeping the leg to enter a combative stance. A final flourish in his display, you assume. And just like that, it’s over. The show only lasted a matter of seconds, but it’s still enough to leave you starry-eyed and in awe.

“That was fucking badass, Leo!” You clap.

“Really?” He smiles, “Uh, I mean, yeah! Thanks!” He fumbles with his hands for a moment before finding a spot for them. He rests them behind his head, shifting side to side on his feet. God, that’s so fucking cute.

You beam: You can’t wait to see what Mikey does! “Think you can top that, Mikey?”

He returns your excitement wholeheartedly, shining back with something that seems like… so much more than his typical positivity. In most situations, he radiates so much positivity that one could liken it to a lighthouse for the hopeful. But his attitude seems different from that usual beacon of light. He’s excited, positive, and confident, but that’s not what’s throwing you off. Sure, they’re competitive, but what’s the motivator this time? Ah, you suppose you’ll find out soon enough. You’re brought out of your thoughts by his cheers. “Easy!”

And god, Mikey’s movements are so graceful that he makes Leo’s look inexperienced, like a giraffe crossing a tightrope. He moves like a swan through water, scaling walls effortlessly and flying through the air like it’s his second home. He starts his routine off strong, leaping at the first waist-high object he could lay his eyes on, performing an impromptu 720 rotation and landing on the concrete protrusion hands-first. He leaps off it as quickly as he landed, using his momentum to propel himself onto a nearby set of steel bars. He throws himself from one to the other with ease, spinning and adding his own flair to each and every movement. You can’t seem to take your eyes off of him while he leaps his way to victory. He uses any ledge possible to propel himself higher and higher, and his movements are so light and quick that they hardly make a sound. And before you know it, he’s standing at the topmost bit of the lair. He plops himself down, dangling his legs off of the precipice and swinging them back and forth. From this far away, you can barely see the way his grin stretches across his face, but you know it’s there. He raises one hand to wave at you and Leo, and the way he wiggles his fingers signals that he knows he’s won. And to be fair, he has. You giggle at the way Leo mutters “show-off” under his breath - where have you heard that one before? - before signaling for Mikey that he’s won and to head on down. And god, the descent is just as impressive. He laughs as he kicks and spins his way down, and despite the competition being over, he continues to shine and demonstrate his skills flawlessly.

“One and one, baby!”

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memes-in-a-half-shell · 3 years

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Business AU - Working Late, Part 9

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8

Let’s fuck things up a bit, shall we?

She woke up peacefully, the soft warmth of the early sun washing over her naked body tangled in the bedsheets. As she stretched her limbs, she found herself to be alone in bed, lazily reaching for her glasses on the nightstand nearby only so she could have a clearer view of her surroundings. Donnie was nowhere to be seen, Vee taking this moment to sit in bed, envelopping her form in the sheets and just think about last night's events. What would that make out of them? No real declarations of any sorts had been made, but the feelings were there and real, that she couldn't deny. Sure, it wasn't the first time she had slept with someone without any real attachment, but never had she felt that way with someone before... Donnie was a tender and very attentive man. She had that feeling that whatever he'd say or do, it must be true to him. She wanted to believe he would wish for them to be more... But for now she laid her expectations to rest and simply reveled in whatever was happening between them. She felt good. She felt appreciated. And, to be frank, the sex had been amazing.

She heard footsteps approaching the room, along a rolling sound. The mutant soon came in view, accompanied by a small trolley that held two plates with food, empty mugs and a pot of coffee. He was only wearing black boxer briefs and his glasses, his whole self a delectable sight. As he noticed that the woman was awake, he playfully struck a little pose while saying:

“Breakfast in bed for madame.”

That brought a soft giggle from Vee, though touched by this attention given to her. Instead of handing a plate, Donnie moved to sit by the woman's side in bed, unable to resist cupping one of her cheeks, his thumb tenderly brushing her skin. His eyes kept scanning her, his joy blooming at the mere sight of her smile.

“… Can't believe there's such a beautiful woman in my bed this morning,” he softly said.

“Can't believe such a sexy man is bringing me breakfast in bed,” replied Vee.

“I can bring more than that.”

Remnants of last night's emotions still brought some sparks in the air, Donnie's motion fluid and met halfway by Vee. It was sweet and slow, a kiss that felt like a dream. As it kept going, the terrapin started to shift his position and Vee's; soon the covers out of the way and Donnie's frame over the woman, forever careful not to be too much of a weight. They couldn't let go of one another, this morning's laziness bringing each motions to a tender point. As the terrapin was kissing at the woman's neck, she did add in a soft tone:

“What about breakfast? It's gonna get cold, just like the food last night...”

“I don't mind cooking another one later. … I'd cook one for you everyday even.”

That brought a hushed chuckle out of Vee, but deep down she was touched by that small confession. The simplicity and tenderness of this moment brought such ease in her.

“Donnie, I-...”

She stopped herself, knowing exactly what her heart wanted to say, but knowing now was not the time. Their gaze crossed, Donnie patient and Vee trying to find the right words to say next.

“... I’m so happy right now. Being with you feels so nice,” she ended.

“It does feel nice, indeed,” first replied the terrapin in a sweet tone. “... I could spend the rest of my life like this.”

Vee felt speechless, trying her best to read his emotions. He did sound sincere, but maybe it was this honeymoon type of feeling that was talking as well.... In any case, she prefered to kiss him in answer, knowing she did think the same as well. It was much preferable to live in this present moment, rather than worry in speculations.... At least, only for this morning.

***

That Monday morning was as grey and rainy as it could get, the usual omen for a bad day and week to come, but in Vee’s mind and heart, it was as sunny as it could ever be. Her work started with the usual routine; reviewing the projects for the day and then handing the paperwork. Her step around the office was light, humming some tunes to herself as she distributed the documents among her team.

“You look awfully happy for a Monday morning,” started one of her coworker’s voice, a guy.

That broke her stride, turning around to the source. She noticed a small handful of employees grouped together, probably discussing first amongst themselves until they saw their manager. Vee recognized the man who had spoken, already going through her papers as she walked towards the small group.

“I had a nice weekend, that’s all,” she answered, handing him the work.

“What, you buttered up the boss enough for you to get a raise?” said the other, reluctantly taking his due.

Vee instantly frowned: “... Excuse me?”

“We saw you leave with that Donatello, Friday evening,” added another coworker, a woman. “You’re not fooling anyone. It’s been quite some time that you both have been hanging together.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t see how that’s any of your concerns,” said Vee. “We’re friends, I don’t see what’s wrong with that.”

“Yah, sure, friends with benefits perhaps,” continued another person. “Soon you’ll benefit from a monetary gain while he benefits from your tits. Workplace logic.”

Vee was disgusted, knowing if she continued to argue, she’d make things worse: “I don’t know what’s wrong with you all, but you better mind your damn business.”

As she was walking away, she heard that last jab: “If I buy you a drink, will you give me a raise?” She did not stop, her step slightly getting faster instead. Her blood was boiling, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. At once, she wished she could simply disappear... Turning a corner, she abruptly bumped into someone, her remaining folders flying out of her hands and spilling to the floor. She felt strong hands hold her forearms, forbidding her to fall backward

“Woah there, easy. Are you alright?”

She met baby blue eyes surrounded by orange, quickly recognizing the presence as another one of her bosses: Michelangelo. She quickly nodded, trying to get a hold of her senses once more. Her eyes next scanned the floor, letting out a big sigh as she noticed the mess.

“Damn... I’m sorry,” she started. “I should’ve looked where I was going...”

“Nah, it’s fine,” smile the orange clad terrapin. “Next time I’ll be careful not to be on your war path!”

Both were already crouching down to pick up the fallen papers, Vee feeling so absent-minded by this meaningless task. All she wanted to do was to run away, to be quite frank. As Michelangelo handed her the last files, he did inquire again: “... You sure you’re alright?”

Vee faked a small smile, quick to dismiss his concern.

“Yes, I’m okay. No worries. Have a nice day, sir.”

As she got back on the move, her distress did not escape the mutant, although he did not try to push his questionning any further.

***

“What’s up, D, my man?”

Donnie paused his writing, glancing up towards his office’s entry. He saw Mikey standing there, the purple clad mutant huffing lightly as he then continued his task.

“I’m busy, Mikey.”

“You’re always busy, so any time to poke you is as good as any.”

The tall one rolled his eyes, although he did smile a little. He quickly gestured for his brother to come in.

“What’s up?” he asked as the other was taking a seat.

“Meh, I dunno man, just wanted to take some news from you,” shrugged Michelangelo. “You’ve been staying late a lot these days... How was your weekend?”

Donnie stopped writing once more, leaning back into his chair with a dreamy smile.

“It was hella nice.”

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“Spent some time with a beautiful lady.”

“There yooouu gooo!” lightly laughed the youngest. “T’was about time you’d get some fun. Who is she?”

“Slow down, I’ll present her to you soon enough. ... We’re just taking some time to ourselves first, you know...”

Mikey was disappointed by the lack of details, but he did respect his brother’s choice: “Fair enough.” A thought came back to him, suddenly adding: “Oh, speaking of meeting ladies, before I got in here I bumped into one. I dunno what’s going on in the office, but she did look kinda distressed. ... She’s got nice green hair though! We don’t see lots of people with different hairstyles around here.”

Donnie slightly jumped in his chair as he heard the mention of ‘distress’ and then ‘green hair’. It had to be Vee.

“Where is she?” he instantly asked.

Mikey was surprised by his brother’s reaction, vaguely gesturing a direction.

“I, uh, I have no idea. Somewhere around those parts we don’t really have a use for.”

She must’ve went to the drawing room... Donatello did not waste any second, already on his feet and heading out.

“Sorry gotta go,” he quickly excused himself. “Talk to you later.”

Mikey didn’t even have time to place a word, still seated as he watched the other dart straight to a precise direction. “Oooookay...”

***

It didn’t take long for Donnie to reach the room in question, already hearing some quiet sobs when he was close to the entrance. As soon as he stepped in, he found Vee at one corner, by a table, her glasses removed as she tried to forbid tears to ruin her makeup. The woman jumped as she saw the terrapin’s form appear in, trying her best to gain a better posture and make herself more presentable as she put back on her glasses.

“Shit! D-Donnie, I-”

The turtle was already on the move, soon next to her and certainly preoccupied.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Nothing,” tried to brush away Vee. “I’m not- ... fuck, I don’t want you to see me cry.”

“Don’t worry. Tell me what happened,” he asked again, his touch gentle as his thumb dried some faint trails on the woman’s cheek.

“It’s nothing,” she repeated. “I just heard some stuff I didn’t want to, that’s all. I’ll stop my bullshit soon enough and get back to work.”

Donnie tsked, not wasting any second to get a hold of her hips, barely giving any effort as he slightly lifted her up to sit on the table. At least now he wouldn’t need to lean down too much, his hands resting at her sides, on the table, now their eyes at the same level.

“Talk to me.”

She couldn’t hold his gaze long enough, a sigh escaping her first. ... It would be preferable to touch the subject anyway, before any rumors would start flowing around.

“I had some employees on my team this morning saying some ... stuff about us.”

“What kind?”

“The kind that makes it look as if I’m hanging out with you only so I can get a promotion or something like that to advance my career,” she added, her tone slightly harsh. She paused, trying to calm herself down quickly: “... Look, before you say anything, I want you to know that it’s not true. I’m not some kind of business leech that’ll try to flirt her way up. I work hard and-and- I do an honest job, and-”

“Don’t worry, I believe you,” cut Donnie gently, trying to have her look at him again.

When their gazes met, she did feel some relief.

“I don’t give a damn what they say,” he continued. “They don’t have the full details anyway, so their judgement is invalid.”

“I hope they don’t get all the details, I’d prefer to keep most of them to myself,” added Vee with some amusement.

“Me too,” he smiled.

He tried, and succeeded, to lift her morale by giving a sweet kiss on her lips. Vee couldn’t help bringing him into an embrace afterward, her arms resting around his neck. She wanted to stay like this forever... His strong arms around her were so reassuring.

“Don’t mind them,” softly said Donnie as he was nuzzling her hair. “There’s always gonna be some assholes everywhere we go... The best thing we can do is stand up to them and stay true to ourselves, okay?”

“I don’t think I’m ready to stand up to them today,” mumbled the woman against his scales.

“Alright, I’ll do it then.”

Vee instantly frowned, backing up a bit to give him a stern look.

“Don’t you dare! I don’t want anymore troubles.”

The terrapin chuckled: “Don’t worry, you don’t have to say names. ... I’m just gonna teach them all a little lesson. ... There’s no place for rivalry and petty discourses regarding matters they have no involvement with.”

“If things turn to hell, I blame you.”

“Deal!” he winked.

***

Time was passing by and Vee was somehow getting more and more anxious about what Donnie would do in regards to her team... She most certainly hoped he wouldn’t rub in the issue and ask the others to mind their own business. But at the same time she knew he could demonstrate tactfulness and would probably approach the matter at hand appropriately.

She first heard the squeak of small wheels, her attention shifting and soon noticing the terrapin walk in with a portable whiteboard. She groaned internally, tempted to melt on her chair and disappear under her desk...

Donnie attracted people’s attention by clearing his throat first, then adding: “Hi there! If you guys won’t mind, let’s have a talk.”

He removed the cap from an erasable pen he was holding, writing in big letters “TEAMWORK”. Vaguely gesturing the word, he started:

“What defines teamwork?”

Silence at first. At some point a woman shyly rose her hand, Donnie inviting her to speak:

“Please, don't be shy, no need to raise your hand. What do you have in mind?”

“Teamwork could be defined by good communication?”

“That's a good start, what else?” smiled the terrapin as he wrote “COMMUNICATION” on the whiteboard.

“Sharing the workload equally?” started another person.

“Efficiency!”

“Having a common goal.”

“Trust!”

Donnie lighted up at that word, circling it a couple of times for emphasis.

“Yes, trust!” he said. “Seeking a common end, resolving conflicts and frictions, having an open conversation about issues you might be experiencing in the workplace. All that trust you can put in your coworkers mirrors the trust you have in regards to their skills and abilities. A mutual trust is defined by a confidence between team members that each puts the best interest of the team ahead of individual priorities.”

“I guess it depends on the person and their position,” added in a guy.

Vee recognized him as the man who had first sparked the comments this morning. She tried to avoid his gaze, Donnie noticing the sudden tension.

“I suspect you have something on your mind,” started the terrapin calmly to the man. “What’s your name?”

“Ben.”

“What do you mean by ‘it depends on the person and their position’, Ben?”

The guy was obviously feeling some discomfort by being the center of interest.

“Well... when you see someone like, let’s say a manager, taking advantage of their position and time to advance themselves in the work place, it’s hard to put trust on them.”

Donnie clapsed his pen shut.

“Are those allegations founded? Have you spoken to that person and tried to see if that was actually the case? Miscommunication and misunderstanding can lead to a lack of trust, indeed.”

“When you see them hanging with higher ups, that kinda confirms some questioning,” continued Ben. “When she stays late at night and fraternizes with a boss, that does raise some concerns about the practices of this workplace.”

“There we go,” smiled Donnie, accentuating his words with a sharp point of his pen. “Now we’ve come to the source of your concern; first you mentionned a manager and now a ‘she’. Knowing there’s only one project manager for the creative team, I can suspect you have some concerns in regards to Véronique.”

“You’re just gonna defend her, why should we listen to you?” said the other.

“Because I’m not here to defend anyone,” shrugged the mutant. “I’m here to make you understand that you’re a team, and all its members shouldn’t feel afraid to speak to one another, instead of raising suspicions.” He gestured Vee, the woman only wanting to disappear. “Ever since Véronique started working here she has been spending countless hours in office to learn the ropes of this place and give the best of herself only so you can give the best of you all in return. I value her judgement and experience, and she has agreed, on her free will, to participate on a project I was personally struggling with. In return I have been helping her with her work, because that is how trust is built: by sharing the work-” he started to point the words on the board. “-being efficient, communicating, and having a common goal. ... And that’s something I want in this office, for its people to be open and help eachother - not because they feel they need to, but because they want to.”

That gave everyone a pause, somehow giving a feeling of accomplishment to the turtle.

“May that spark a friendship or not - when it does not involve this work environment and it’s out of office, it’s nothing to worry about afterward. ... Let that be food for thought.”

He looked a bit toward Vee’s position, giving her a quick wink. The woman did feel some relief by his speech, knowing he might have struck some chords here and there. She wasn’t fully convinced that everyone would be on that same line of thought, especially that Ben, but there was no denying that it would ease some tension somehow.

***

Vee had waited until work got back to a somewhat normal pace before she wrote that to the terrapin.

Her smile was tender, her fingers easily typing away.

Thinking about it also, today was one hell of a long and stressful Monday...

Probably one of the only good things today...

There it was again, that damn charm of his! She could feel the rush in her veins, remembering those moments with him. Frankly, she wanted more as well...

***

The following morning was as normal as it could get on a weekday, Donnie taking the opportunity to clean around his office. He was going through a filing cabinet, starting from the top drawer. Some papers did slip from his hold, the terrapin next crouching to get them off the floor. But at the same moment the entry door was harshly opened, a voice sternly calling his name. Donnie’s reaction was to jump straight back up, but that resulted in him hitting the top of his head on the previously opened drawer, getting a yelp out of him. He quickly diverted his gaze to the newcomer, rubbing his scales.

“Leo!” scolded the purple clad mutant as he saw his older brother. “The fuck?! Don’t you know how to knock or something?”

“We have to go.”

“Go where?”

“No time to explain, we’ve found them. We need to move right now before we lose their track again.”

Donnie instantly got serious as well, his posture straightening up.

“... Do we still have our backup gear in this building?” he asked.

“Yes,” confirmed the blue banded turtle. “Mikey and Raph are already aware as well. Get your stuff and we leave in fifteen minutes top.”

A simple nod in answer was good for Leonardo to get on the move again, leaving Donnie. There was no time to lose, the tall mutant rapidly tidying up his space before grabbing any personal items and exiting his office. His mind was running, thinking about what was to come. On his way he did notice Vee at her desk, somehow pausing only to bask into that view. At first she was focused on whatever she was working, but she did feel a gaze on her, her eyes lifting to meet Donnie. She first offered him a sweet smile, to which he briefly returned, then she saw him get back on the move - an expression of concern coloring his traits. That did confuse the woman, her eyes following his path and noticing that he was about to leave the building. She tried to shrug the feeling away, only telling herself that she’d poke him later about that...

((Part 10))

#it's-a-moi #business au #usual sorry for mistakes #that moment when I pump out drama a lil' faster than smut LOL #also note to self: DO NOT TRY TO EDIT/FIX ERRORS ON YOUR DAMN PHONE #stick to PC 😤#next chapter should come soon-ish as well - I'm pumped for this

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Hello how are you? I hope your doing fine. I hope you don’t mind but I a request.

How would the boy react if they saw there S/O fainting from exhaustion? The cause of this exhaustion could be work or even college.

Thanks you 😊

Hmm- good ask, Anon! I don’t mind!

Warnings: Swearing.

Incarnation: Bayverse

Extra Info: Gender-neutral reader.

Leo:

You two had been planning this date night for at least two weeks

You were excited about it, too

The two of you were going to make dinner together and then eat under the stars

But, as luck would have it, your job had been killing you for days before your date night

You hadn’t slept for two days, and you were- admittedly- exhausted

But you didn’t want Leo to know this

You knew he would cancel it and just hold you until you fell asleep- and you didn’t want that

So, you dealt with it until your boyfriend arrived

When he did, he held you close to his plastron, and you couldn’t deny that sleeping wouldn’t be a bad idea…

“No,” you told yourself. “Stay awake.”

You started working in your kitchen, and he joined you

“What’re we making?” he asked you

“I was thinking chicken parm?”

“Perfect.”

The two of you worked seamlessly, and the movement definitely woke you up a bit

You two finished the meal, then packed it into serving containers to bring to the rooftop

Once there, your exhaustion made another appearance

You used a barrier on the rooftop to hold yourself up

You shook your head slightly and pushed yourself away from the barrier

You helped Leo finish setting up

He hugged you one last time before you two sat down

The moment he let you go, you stepped back

But your knees locked and you collapsed to the ground

Leo immediately comes to your aid

He sees that you are fast asleep. He smiles sadly, holding you close

He brings you back to your apartment and lays you in your bed

He went back to the roof to grab the food, and once it was put away safely, he crawled into your bed with you

He kissed your temple before pulling you to his plastron

He’ll talk to you when you wake about your sleeping habits- but for now, it was obvious you needed sleep

Raph:

You two were in his work-out room, both of you talking about your day

He just described what he and his brothers did during training that morning since not much else had happened

You had been complaining about your workload at your job, but not exact details

You had been taking on extra shifts, which was running you into the ground

It’s been three days since you took a nap, and four since you actually slept the entire night

To say you were exhausted was an understatement, but you were running on pure caffeine

“C’mon, I’m not sure about you, but I’m starving,” he says to you

You nod and go to stand

Your legs are weak- almost numb

You take a deep breath and try again

You’re able to stand, and you release your breath

Raph is looking at you, slightly confused

You wave him off and start toward the exit

A few steps away, your consciousness finally gives out and your knees buckle

Raph catches the back of your collar and pulls you to his plastron

“Fuck, y/n! What’re you trying to do?” he asks

He doesn’t realize you’re no longer awake

When you don’t respond, he leans back a bit so he can look at you

Your face looks incredibly peaceful and serene

Especially compared to when you were awake

He sighs deeply and holds you close again

He picks you up and takes you to his room

He clambered up to his bunk, trying not to drop you or wake you

Once settled, he held you close to him

Softly, he started singing to you, hoping Mikey wouldn’t come into the room to hear it

(not like he cared much now, anyways- he had you to worry about)

Donnie:

Like Donnie, you were running on an hour of sleep over the past 4 days- nearly 5 at this point

However, it was taking a much greater toll on your health than it was for him

And he saw this

He saw the bags forming under your eyes

He saw how much more frequent your cups of coffee were

(you were drinking like they were your lifeline)

You had been telling him you were fine

Then, there was the last straw

You had just entered the lab with your umpteenth cup of coffee that night alone

The moment you put down your mug, you turn to ask Donnie a question he never thought someone your age would ask

“How long can I last without sleep before hallucinations start?”

“Um… Three or four days?”

“Oh…” you whisper.

You nod slowly

You whisper like you’re talking to yourself

“That’s why I’ve been seeing the creatures from ‘Heffalumps and Woozles…”

About an hour later you start to leave the lab again to use the bathroom

When you get to the doorway, you almost lose your balance

You mumble lowly to yourself, then continue. Donnie follows.

A moment later, in the middle of the living room on your way to the bathroom, you collapse

Donnie immediately catches you, then take you to his room

The rest of his gadgets can wait- he, too, needs sleep.

Mikey:

He had come to your apartment so he could pick you up and take you to the Lair

You had been invited over to dinner to finally meet Master Splinter

And of course, this night fell the day after you had worked yourself into the ground for three days straight

You had only gotten an hour’s worth of sleep during that time

You had mentioned you were tired to Mikey, and he took it into account to go easy with you

When you two arrived at the Lair, Raph and Donnie were hanging around in the living room

“Hey, Y/N,” Raph says to you

“Oh, hey!” Donnie smiles

You wave to them and give a small greeting

Mikey sits near them on the couch

“Let me guess, Leo’s in the kitchen?” you ask

You casually sat on Mikey’s lap and he wrapped his arms around you

“As per usual, right?” Raph chuckled

The four of you talked for a while

Mikey couldn’t help but notice you seemed to zone out every once in a while but didn’t mention it

“Hey, dinner’s ready!” Leo called from the kitchen

You, Mikey, Raph, and Donnie all went to the kitchen, where Leo was placing the last dish on the table

He had made home-made mac and cheese with bacon bits and chicken parm

There was also a side of green bean casserole that he admitted April had made

You sat next to Mikey, feeling your heart in your throat and your brain in a fog

There was a small lull in the conversation as the brothers waited for Splinter

You closed your eyes for a moment, fighting off sleep

You felt a hand on your shoulder

“You must be Y/N, yes?”

You looked up at Splinter, nodding nervously

He smiled at you

“Welcome, Y/N,” he said

He went to the seat at the end of the table, and everyone began eating

The conversation was casual, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary

That aspect made you happy- the brothers weren’t pretending in front of you or their father

A while later, you got up to use the restroom

Mikey seemed to be the only one who noticed that you stumbled a bit

After you disappeared into the hallway, everyone heard a loud thump, as if something had fallen

Mikey immediately got up and followed

He found you on the ground, no longer awake

You had fallen asleep while walking, thus falling in the middle of the hallway

He picked you up and took you to his room, placing you in his bunk

He placed a gentle kiss on your temple, then went back to his brothers and father to explain what happened.

He was back to cuddle you really fast

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