#just watched Donnie lose his battle shell AND I WAS FREAKING OUT

[sibillascribbles08]

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"So, using the charge from these particular stones, this ray gun should shrink me down allowing me to actually climb into the drone and--"

"Stop." Jason fixed his boyfriend with the coldest stare he could manage. The pair of them sat inside Donatello's hidden city lab, the turtle inviting him over to show off what he'd been working on before they went to watch a movie. Or something. That part was open ended.

Donatello did stop, looking at Jason with his goggles still fitted over his eyes and raygun hovering in the air.

"What's wrong?" He asked. "Was I talking to fast? Where did I lose you?"

Jason took a deep breath. "You're going to shrink yourself, with a magic ray gun, that you haven't formally tested."

"Yes, that is what I said. And from there--"

"Stop." Jason interrupted again. "Do you know how long the effects last? A way to reverse it?"

Donatello kept holding the gun in the air, frozen, but bit by bit his confident smile grew more nervous. "Well... part of the reason I invited you over was to help me if the effects don't just wear off--"

"Ugh, I should have guessed." Jason threw up his hands before slumping in his chair. "How silly of me thinking this would be a relaxing date night."

Donnie frowned at him, finally lowering the gun. "Come on, Jase. You know I can't ask my brothers to help."

"Why? Because they'd tell you what a stupid idea this is?" He crossed his arms as he stood. "I know you're smarter than this, Donnie."

"It's not dangerous." Donnie rolled his eyes. "Like, fine, okay, maybe I'll be stuck being tiny for a bit but it'd still just be temporary. Finishing up this design is way more important."

"But how do you know you'll just be stuck?" Jason gestured to the gun. "You haven't tested it."

"I know how the magic works. What's the worst that could happen?"

"Oh, I don't know." Jason ran his hand down his face, trying to keep his voice level. "All your internal organs freak out at the size change? Your battle shell just straight up crushes you? It does wear off when you're inside the machine which, at best, destroys your work or, at worst, turns you into a cube?" He made the shape with his hands before letting them fall back to his sides. "Ugh, I hate how you're so smart and so stupid at the same time."

Donnie scoffed, looking down at him at he smiled. "You know, you're cute when you're all worried."

Jason narrowed his eyes. "Maybe so, but I'll be a lot less so when I go from worried to pissed off because my dumb dumb boyfriend caused some irreparable damage by not testing his tech before using it on himself." He pointed when he shouted.

"I am certain this is harmless." Donnie's smile showed as much confidence as his voice did. "But, fine. How about we got test it on Leo."

"I doubt another living subject is any better to risk messing with."

"Are you saying you don't want to test it on Leo?"

Jason bit his cheek as he met Donnie's gaze. His boyfriend now had the smug smile and raised eyebrow look going, making it hard to resist.

"We shouldn't." He sighed. "But... it might be fun to chase him around with it."

Donnie's smile turned sinister as he stepped closer. "Truly diabolical. And sometimes you wonder why I fell for you."

Jason pretended his cheeks weren't burning. "Flattering me won't make me forgive you that easily."

Donnie shrugged. "Worth a shot." Then he gave Jason a quick kiss on the forehead before stepping around him. "Come on, let's go see what Leo is up to and ruin his night. Then we can go test it on... I don't know, a watermelon or something."

"Hm," Jason put a finger to his chin. "I wonder what eating a tiny watermelon would be like."

"Like a fruit gusher?"

"No, no." Jason began to follow his boyfriend toward where the portal opened. "It'd be cruncher than that, right?"

"But at that size..."

"Doesn't matter, it's not really squishy."

"Maybe it'd be like eating a detergent pod."

"Please tell me you haven't done that."

Donnie gave a nervous laugh. "Hah. Noooo..."

"Donnie."

"I spat it out."

Jason groaned again. "Oh my god."

A miracle this ingenious turtle wasn't dead.

[iholli]

working through the ROTTMNT movie today and y'all I am. not ready to cry but I know I'm going to

spoilers in the tags bc I'm processing rn so far it's. a lot. my heart

[captain-kinda-trash]

Hi! I wanted to request some headcannons for rottmnt boys with a reader who gives great hugs and gets a plush hoodie this winter, so hugging them feels like hugging a teddy bear now

Of course!! Thank you so much for the request!!

Teddy Bear (ROTTMNT Headcanons)

This was what I had in mind while writing 🤔🤔⬇

Leo

Let's just be clear about one thing

Leo LOVES your hugs

CANNOT get enough of them

Long night of fighting for justice? Huggies

Gets into an argument with Donnie? More huggies

Hell, even walking past you in the lair, he'll do little grabby hands and act like a whiny baby until he gets his daily hugs 🙄 😩

But then you get a super soft, super fluffy, super warm sweatshirt?

Dead

He's dead

You're basically like a human heater for this cold-blooded blue boy

Since you've gotten it, you can hardly stop wearing it, because it's the most comfortable thing ever-

And Leo has gotten even more excuses to hug you

"Leo, im cooking!"

"bUT YOUR SOO COMFFYYY 🥴"

Will, without a doubt ask you to carry his lazy ass, just because he wants to snuggle into your sweatshirt

And don't even get me STARTED on movie nights with him

Because what begins as a cold-blooded turtle hanging onto your arm like a baby koala

Ends up being Leo curled up in your lap or somehow wrapped around you with this hot sweater

So while he's practically purring with comfort, you are sweating like a dog

Not to mention, this bitch is just heavy

like 200+ pounds of straight muscle, so I hope you don't have to use the restroom any time soon because it's going to take a while to pry this big baby off of you

I'd also like to mention, that you don't need to tell him not to steal your hoodie

because he’s gonna do it anyways 😎💙

You discovered this one day, when you slipped the article off to bake with Mikey

After a nice batch of cookies was made, your jacket was gone and you began parading around the lair to find it 

Only to see Leo, snuggled in his bed and playing on his phone, with your hoodie practically swallowing him whole

If he hadn’t looked so comfortable, you would have been angrier, and just settled for scolding him playfully for stealing it

it was hell trying to pry it off of him,  though...

This turtle knows how to wrestle and he will not hesitate to kick your ass over this fluffy sweatshirt 😤

These two things (hugs and your hoodie) combined just make Leo melt into a puddle, and he couldn’t be happier to have all of your teddy bear hugs :>

Mikey

um, have you met this turtle?

KING of hugs

It’s so great how both of you share the same energy

Though he’s more cold-blooded, like Donnie, he needs all of the hugs

It’s just your thing

With Raph, you have fist bumps, Leo, you’ve got a cool handshake, Donnie is more for high-fives 

And for Mikey, it’s hugs 

He practically tackles you to the ground in tight hugs whenever you get home from school/work and come to the lair, like a happy little puppy

Speaking of puppies…

That’s what he says your hoodie feels like whenever it first arrives in the mail.

Immediately, you throw it on, and Mikey is all over it, petting the soft fabric and squealing in excitement 

Can he please wear it?? 🥺

Little Mikey didn’t even have to ask before you shed the hoodie and let him try it on

And OH

MY

FLUFFY...

The amount of cuteness that this turtle radiates when he’s smiling like an idiot and flapping the oversized arms around is just-

He vows to get his own since it’s so warm and comfortable

But he’s very respectful and gives it back to you

Only to attack you in another hug and lift you off of the ground because you look so adorable

“You’re like a little teddy bear!” *excited squeal!*

Mikey 100% respects your space so if you’re ever snuggling, he’s instantly aware of your getting sweaty or uncomfortable and will let up or loosen his arms

Winter days?

Snuggles all day and night

when Mikey (politely) asks to wear your jacket, he’ll throw it on and give you piggyback rides around the lair, because we love fun

And for Christmas, you get him his own, and he’s IN LOVE 

Sweater buddies 

He gets one in his favorite color and little ears on the hood and once a week, when they need to be thrown in the washer, you’ll keep him warm while he waits.

(Leo gets jealous of all the attention you’re giving Mikey >:o)

Donnie

we all know that Don isn’t the biggest on physical affection

If he wants a hug, usually he’d be the one to initiate, which is totally cool, since usually he’s forced into a hug by his brothers (secretly loves it tho)

He does enjoy your hugs, though he can be a bit awkward and stiff with them at first

If he’s feeling down, needs to be warmed up a bit, he’ll immediately seek your comfort

Even out of his brothers, you’re secretly his favorite 

Sure he loves Dr. Delicate Touch, but sometimes Donnie would rather go to someone who isn’t very pushy with solutions, and is willing to listen

And we can also all agree that he has an immaculate fashion taste ✨💜

When he sees the fluffy sweater draped over your arm, he’s immediately running over, analyzing the fabrics, and rushing to get you to try it on

Why? Fashion show 

Loves the warmth of your hoodie

And I because “it’s so soofff”

Donnie’s blood runs the coldest out of all of his brothers and he has the most sensitive shell, so he just adores your sweater

Is definitely contemplating on getting one for himself, though he wouldn’t tell you at first, because you might think he’s trying to copy your awesome style, and that would just destroy his massive ego 😩💅

He enjoys it when you sit in his lab with him, maybe rested against his side with your hoodie on, as you play on your phone/read/draw

Also up for snuggles when it’s extra chilly in the Lair, or when his brothers aren’t around, because once again, damaged ego

Movie marathons?

Hell yeah

Donnie will always make sure your comfortable before he gets comfortable on the couch, so you won’t shift around while watching the movie

He’s also very vulnerable when he takes his battle shell off, and in more ways than one

You know he’s got real, strong trust when he does so and will let you carefully hug him from behind with your hoodie on, since it’s so soft

Donnie will also snatch your massive jacket if he gets the chance, and disappear into his lab for days with it on

And he’ll never tell a soul this…

But he loves it the most, because it smells like you, 💜

so it’s like having you right beside him while you’re gone, or when he’s busy building something 

Also, tries to use his classic and sarcastic charm when it comes to asking for your hoodie back

“Come on Don, it’s cold outside! I need it!”

“But would you take it from such a luxurious face as this?” 😏

“😒”

“Right, giving it back-“

He totally gets his own hoodie, by the way

Purple (obviously)

But it just isn’t the same as your own, so Donnie might just have yours on and then wrap his own around his waist

Yep

He sure does love his teddy bear 💜

Raph

Okay but Raph is an actual teddy bear-

A big, mom-friend, weapon-wielding teddy bear

He LOVES giving hugs, and most would recognize this, seeing the various pictures and instances where he pulls all three of his brothers in for a great big group hug ❤

He's constantly reminding himself that you are much much more prone to injuries than his brothers, so he holds you like a little baby when he hugs you

(Unless he gets super excited or has a really rough night, so just be aware that you might be restricted of breathing privileges in that case-)

Usually so gentle 🥺

Just picks you up and wraps those huge freaking arms around you like giant pillows

And he LOSES HIS SHIT when you come back with this fluffy ass hoodie

Has this infatuation with petting the fur and running his fingers over it

He has never felt something so soft in his entire life 😩❤

And then when he hugs you with it on-

aUGGGH ❤❤

"Why are you a like big teddy bear?!"

"Buddy, you're just getting a taste of my own world-"

Poor Raph, being the size he is and having such a spiky shell, can't just wear your hoodie like his brothers :(

I mean, sure he could take it so easily

But he doesn't want to disrespect your things, or make you upset, because this man is The Gentleman™

So, rather than asking to wear it, he'll ask to spend more time with you

Not just for the hoodie ofc, but because of your sweet gentleness and warmth

Better quit your job babe, because your new occupation?

Raph's cuddle buddy

He refuses to let you become uncomfortable, makes sure there are the right amount of pillows, blankets, and room for you to move around while you snuggle together etc.

Raph is also a heavy sleeper, so once he gets comfy and warm enough, he'll probably doze off and trap you in his big "arm cage"

Really, his nature is pure and gentle and everything you could ever imagine when it comes to hugging his little teddy bear ❤🐢

@getacactus @turtle-babe83

Hope you enjoyed this little ditty! I LOVED writing these!! 💜💜

[nebula-jazz]

Halloween special ROTMNT

Donatello x reader

You stood at the entrance to the lair with a box of cookies and other treats. A white robe adorning your body and a halo sat lopsided on your head. Slits were cut in your robe allowing you to pull out your wings and let them stretch after having them folded and tucked underneath hoodies and other baggy clothing. It had been almost a year since what had happened and you got closer with most of the turtles. 

Speaking of the turtles they all were dressed varying levels of costumes. Your eyes flitted over to Donnie who was wearing a modified version of Einstein.

A flash of sharp pain rang through your chest as he shamelessly flirted with April. Leo must’ve saw your pained face because he gently tugged you to the kitchen taking the box from your shaking hands. He loudly welcomed you making your presence known. Once in the kitchen he offered an apologetic smile. He hated himself for not being able to do anything as your anguish and love slowly kills you day by day.

He saw what the others didn’t. He saw the way you looked at Donnie as much as it killed him. He saw the way tears would well up in your eyes as you watched Donnie fall for April. He saw all the little things you would do for Donnie. You would sneak into his lab while he was distracted and leave warm coffee and food for him. Or while they were out you would do small corrections to equations he was stuck on or oil and care for Shelldon, who remembered you completely. Leaving brand new parts for him to find in various places in his lab and room. He saw the way you would bring an extra pizza just for Mikey to have to himself. He saw that you would bring yarn for Raph. Or bringing him something new to try or more tea for his father. Leo saw what others didn’t. 

Leo saw and was angry at the way his elder brother treated you. Calling you a threat and a nuisance as you did so much more for them in a year than April did in six.

Leo saw and loved you for every little thing, but Leo also would never tell you how much he loved you for you and the little things you did. Because Leo knew how much you loved the Brother that was killing you. He knew how much you longed for the conversations that you used to have with Donnie. He could tell you missed the old Donnie that went away when you saved him. He could tell just by the way you would sneak off just to listen or look at the locket. He saw and was pissed at his brother, but would never say a word.

Donnie didn’t understand why his brothers adored you so much. He had tried to get one on one conversation going with you, but your eyes would start to shine and you would run away. As time flew he got more and more frustrated just by that fact alone.

He tried to sneak up on you as you had conversations with his brothers. Especially since you were closest with Mikey and Leo but, when you saw him get close you would only flee once more. Frustrated and confused he turned to April for help. One thing led to another and they made a plan.

Which led him to his current predicament. He watched as his second youngest brother lead you to the makeshift kitchen, a flash of gold catching his eye as the locket bounced off your chest with each step you would take. He huffed as his youngest went in and the other came out.

“We could go with my idea.” April said as she smoothed out the wrinkles of her classical ninja costume. Donnie shot her an annoyed look.

“Your idea, statistically, would and will not get the best results.” he snapped. She narrowed her eyes and pressed her lips into a thin line of disapprovement. 

“And how far has your gotten you?” she sighed as she turned and went to go play a round of Mario Kart with Raph.

He lowered his head in thought. April was very much correct in this instance. You were now avoiding him much more than before. At least before he could watch you from afar to observe your behaviors. Trying oh so desperately to find a clue on what happened in the month and a half that he was asleep.

A laugh from the kitchen snapped him from his thoughts. The feathers in you wings slightly peeking out from the room. A small fizzle of indignation and jealousy flashed through him. He crept to the room to listen in on the conversation.

“No Mikey!” You giggled softly.

“Come on! All of us heard Don give it to you!” Mikey whined. Donnie paused in confusion. What?

“I’m sorry Mikey... Its for my eyes only.”

“Look... we all can see he is killing you! I mean when was the last time you actually slept properly? Why won't you even talk to him?” You let out a mixture between a tired sigh and sob.

“It hurts. I lost my best friend that day. He doesn’t know me anymore. He would be freaked out if i suddenly asked him how his quantum project is going or tell him an idea for his battle shells.” You said in a warbly voice. Even Donnie could hear the locked away pain in your voice.

There was a moment of silence before Mikey spoke again.

“I didn’t... You loved him didn’t you?”

“Yes. I never stopped.”

Donnie had to stumble away and ignored the confused shouts from April and Raph. How much did you know about him and his family? How much did he lose from what you called a huge sacrifice? What happened when he was asleep?

So even though his mind was running a mile a minute and making it hard to think he did the one thing that he knew how to do. He worked.

[tmntgirlie]

Saviors in a Half Shell 3

Who knew what chamomile tea and a little honey could do to lighten the mood?

It took less than thirty minutes for the first yawn to come about. It was almost morning by then, about the time the four brothers normally got some sleep in the first place. Leo knew that some humans were night-owls, but they were few and far between. This one kept up.

After a silent but passionate discussion, it was Donatello that relinquished control of his bed for the night in favor of the suicidal human. He grumped quietly about how it should be Leo, thinking that it was his idea in the first place, but didn’t say that to his face. He didn’t dare.

Y/N was already half asleep when Leonardo led her to Donatello’s room. It was probably the least disturbing one, he figured, since there weren’t disturbing graphics on the wall (Mikey), too many bloody warriors (Raph). The reason he didn’t choose his own bed to give up remained a mystery.

“This is definitely going in the journal when I wake up,” Y/N mumbled, climbing up the bedframe. It was actually amusing to watch. She couldn’t have been much taller than five feet, and her legs were definitely not long for her height.

“Napped by mutant turtles? Yeah, I bet. You journal?” Leonardo chuckled quietly. He tried to help her up, but she instead smacked his hand away.

“No, but if I did, this would definitely be a good entry. Maybe I’ll start journaling,” she said through a yawn. She looked down at the bedding with a frown. “You guys really are somethin’.”

Leonardo bid her a quick ‘goodnight’ before he headed back to the living area. None of the others were even close to crashing. It would be a good time to explain the plan.

What little plans he had, anyway.

“Is she living with us now? I didn’t know we could just choose people off the street to come live with us- I would have picked years ago!”

“Mikey, you know April doesn’t think of you like that,” Raph sighed. Leo chuckled, knowing it was yet another time Mikey had to be reminded. “How long is she staying with us?”

Leonardo shrugged, taking his place back on the couch. “Not sure yet. I don’t want to risk her going out and trying something like that again. Thought having her here tonight would be our best bet, and see how it goes from here. She’s not moving in with us, Mikey.”

The orange-embellished turtle pouted.

“I know you want to help her, but what do you think we can do to help? We’re not therapists or psychiatrists, Leo, we’re turtles. Ninja turtles. I’m not sure that fits the bill,” Donatello said as he set his controller down on the table. “We’re way out of our element here.”

He couldn’t deny that his brother was right. They were out of their element. Fighting bad guys was a cinch compared to this. They knew the moves, they were calculated, they worked seamlessly as a team.

This? They’d have to get creative. Losing wasn’t an option. They were this far.

“Master told me that if she was willing enough to come without a fight, there’s something left in her that still wants to live. We can find a way to bring her back to the light somehow.” It was hard to deviate from the very words his father had spoken to him not long ago. There weren’t very many ways to put it otherwise. Bring her back into the light.

Raphael let out a sigh. “She kept talkin’ about how this must be a dream. What if she wakes up and freaks out? She’s in the freaking sewers with four mutant turtles.”

“We just have to bet that she will be okay. I know that none of us asked for this, but it’s our sworn duty to help the citizens of this city. That includes her. We need to find a way to help her.”

“Again, Leo, we’re not therapists. What are we going to do to help her? We don’t even know where to start!” Donatello waved his hands in the air. “We played games with her, we fed her, you gave her tea- what?”

“She’s not like a pet, Donnie,” Leonardo growled.

“Indeed she is not.”

All four brothers turned around to see their sensei walking towards them. At least two of them sighed, likely with relief that maybe he could shed some wisdom on them. That conversation could go round and round for hours at that rate.

“She is a human struggling with her place in the world, a battle against her own thoughts. From what I have witnessed, I believe she needs people in her corner. She needs people that will fight for her, show her the light, and show her that-”

“So she basically needs friends!” Mikey piped in. “That doesn’t seem too hard. We can do that!”

Raph groaned. “We don’t even know her last name. She doesn’t trust us.”

Splinter hummed. “She trusted you enough to talk to you all night. She did not run, she did not scream, did not faint. I might even say that she took the very idea of your existence better than April O’Neil. She trusted the food you gave her. She is even sleeping in a place she does not know. What does that tell you?”

Leonardo kept telling himself that it didn’t mean anything. She just thought this was all a dream anyway. Maybe it was minute to consider these points while they still had no idea what she was really thinking.

When no turtle had an answer, he continued.

“From what was said tonight, I believe her actions were an act of desperation. It is hard to see what can be when everything around you feels dark and you feel there is nowhere to turn. That there might be no light at the end of the tunnel. I know all of you have felt this way. How did you handle it?”

Donatello was the first to answer. “I trusted my brothers to be there for me. I knew they would be, they- you guys supported me, and I knew I could make it.”

“I ate lots of pizza,” Michelangelo said.

“I meditated. A lot,” Leonardo said, making a face at Mikey’s words. Pizza? Was there ever anything else on that guy’s mind?

“I threw myself into training,” Raphael said slowly. “Something I could measure. New personal bests, personal records.”

“All four of you found your own ways to cope with how you were feeling,” Splinter nodded. “Not only did you work to better yourself by yourself, you did so knowing that you had the support of your family.”

“Didn’t she say something about not being close to her family?” Donatello asked, looking back towards Leonardo.

“No dad, something bad about her mom, and… I don’t remember about her sister,” Leo said, scratching his head. He should have paid attention more.

“Something about hotshot accounting,” Mikey added. “The best kind of accounting, if you ask me.”

“You don’t even know what accounting is, stupid,” Raph snickered.

Leo was afraid the bickering that began between Raph and Mikey would never stop. It felt like an eternity before he finally smacked Mikey upside the head.

“Ow!”

“We’re having a conversation here!”

“You are all old enough to decide what is best. I’ve given you the information you need to make a decision on what comes next,” Splinter told them with a small smile. “I have no doubt you will do what is right.”

When the four brothers were left alone, they were left in silence. Not even Michelangelo said a word, which probably almost gave the other three a heart attack. He always had something to say.

Maybe he was growing up.

“So! I’ve decided that she’s living with us now-”

Nevermind on that.

“Dummy, she’s not living with us, she’s just being guarded by us for now,” Leonardo said, giving his youngest brother another wack on the head. “I think I know what we can do now.”

This was his decision. He chose to help this woman. It was his duty. His duty as the leader was to guide his brothers down the right path. With his father’s words in mind, he was almost confident in what he was about to say.

Almost.

“You’re right,” he said. “We’re not therapists. We’re not phsychia-or-whatevers. We’re turtles. But when we see someone in need, we can’t back down just because we’re scared. So here’s the plan.”

It was another hour before the brothers finally made it to bed. For Donatello, the couch. On his way, Leo poked his head into Donnie’s room to make sure everything was alright.

Y/N was sound asleep. She had wrapped the blanket around her what looked like many times like a tight burrito, leaving only her head and forearms out. It reminded him of when Michelangelo was little and would only sleep if the blanket covered 98% of him, leaving very few square inches of himself left out.

He held his breath.

She was still breathing.

He smiled silently to himself as he shut the door most of the way, leaving only a crack of space between it and the wall.

The plan would begin soon.

[nimjatortles]

A Taste of Heaven

Mikey helps a drunk girl get home ~2000 words

“I don’t know you! Stop touching me!” The girl turned her face up to the sky, shouting for any and all to hear over the loud pop music. Her words fell on a beat, with purpose and clarity. Mikey skidded on his heels and turned right around to check over the edge of the roof and down into the alley below him.

His hand went to the walkie-talkie on his shoulder to call his brothers but hesitated. Leo’s orders were to report any activity on the experimental patrol. Splitting the city into routes between the four of them was risky but they covered a lot more ground. Donnie was close by...but Mikey didn’t need help with this clown. It was just a routine rescue. Damsel in distress. A lone girl cornered by some jackass outside of one of the smaller clubs in Brooklyn. Easy peasy.

“C’mon, don’t be so loud, babe. You were all for it a minute ago.” The assailant persisted, covering her mouth with his hand until an empty bean can struck him in the temple. “OW! The fuck?!”

“The lady said back off, dude!” Mikey called from the fire escape before dropping down to street level. He landed intentionally loud to try and spook his opponent, a tactic Raphael liked to do. The shadows still hid most of his form but there would be no denying his size.

“Hey, this don’t concern you, fuckface. Get lost.” The assailant pointed, shoulders raised and hands otherwise balled into tight white-knuckled fists.

“Nah, bro. That ain’t how this works.” Mikey drew one of his nunchucks from his belt. He didn’t need a weapon against a common schmuck, but better safe than sorry. Plus, it looked cool.

“I said fuck off. I’m not gonna te-” He took his eyes off his prey for too long. The girl leaned her shoulder back to wind up a doozy of a haymaker right into her assailant’s cheekbone.

“Ohmygod-that hurt!” She gasped and shook her hand to try and rid herself of the pain. She paid no attention after that even as the man recovered from her strike and turned his angry eyes on her.

Mikey leapt forward and baseball slid into his shins to take him out. There’s nothing quite like the sound of a skull hitting the pavement. The man groaned and didn’t get back up as the ninja grabbed him by the back of the shirt to toss him in the pile of garbage bags lining the building.

“To the trash with you! Heh. That was easy.” Mikey put his nunchuck back in his belt and cautiously approached the girl. “You, uh, you good?”

“His face hurt my hand…What a douche…” Her voice was scratchy, words slurred together. “S’it s’pposed to hurt like that..?” The girl finally turned her head to look at him. She stared and squinted her eyes. “...you’re very green. Are you s’pposed to be green?”

“Been green my whole life so far. Life of a turtle, yaknow.” Mikey laughed nervously. She was very drunk but at least she didn’t scream. That was a nice change of pace. “Listen, you got friends inside the club or somethin’?” He couldn’t stay on the ground much longer, but he couldn’t leave her alone either.

“No…” She scowled and pushed herself off the wall. “They suck…” The girl let out a squeak when she felt herself lose balance from a moment of standing.

A quick shuffle of the feet and Mikey caught her before she fell. He helped her find her footing in her wedges but she stayed leaning against him. The warmth of her skin a dramatic contrast to the cool night air and the mix of perfume and beer was a welcoming scent so close to the garbage. Her head rolled to the side and then back up straight as she faded in and out of consciousness. She scowled again as she tried to get her eyes to focus.

“Where’s your nose?” She poked his beak with a painted nail and giggled. “Boop.”

“Uh-” There was a loud banging sound of a side door being opened loudly. More people were coming and Mikey felt himself panic. “Ok listen, I’m just gonna get us to a safer place so we can find your friends, okay? Please don’t scream.” He scooped up her wobbly legs in one arm to quickly scale up the fire escapes on the side of the building just as a group of loud drunks passed underneath.

“Woah..! Fuck was that..?" The girl looked around at her new surroundings. "How'd we get ...up here?" She stared at him. "..d'you fly? That-that's tight." Her head dropped against Mikey's shoulder, too heavy to hold up.

"Nonono don't pass out on me! I gotta get you home or somethin'." Mikey bounced his shoulder a bit to try and wake her back up with minimal success. Her head straightened up but her eyes remained glazed over and unfocused and she fell back down to his shoulder. "Aw man..! Okay, we're gonna call for backup. This is a good time to call. Leo will know what to do."

He adjusted the girl in his one arm as he reached up to press the button on his walkie-talkie.

"Yo, I got a problem. It's not, like, an emergency problem but I'm, uh, stuck."

"What happened?" Leonardo came through immediately, voice stern and commanding.

"I rescued this drunk girl and now she passed out and I don't know what to do."

"Jus' leave her where her friends'll find her. They're probably lookin' for her." Raphael chimed in.

"I can't just leave her! Someone's already tried to pick her up! That's what I meant by 'rescued', duh!" Mikey looked over the edge of the building. There was no sign of anybody looking for her.

"Does she have a purse? Her I.D. will have her address on it." Donnie suggested.

"Uh.." Mikey looked down at his unconscious charge and what she wore. No purse. No jacket. He looked down in the alleyway for a discarded purse. "No purse, Donnie. I don't know where she'd even put a wallet with this outfit."

"Hm. Where are you? I'll come help."

"Who'zat?"

Mikey jumped a bit when she spoke. He hadn't noticed her wake back up.

“That’s my brother, Donnie. He’s gonna help us get you home, okay?” He tensed up when she stretched her arm across his chest and her hair tickled his neck as she ducked under his chin to grab the walkie.

"Donnie! Come out with ush! We’re havin’ fun!” She laughed as her voice cracked and she raised her phone to take a selfie. “Le’s do shots!”

“Girl, where were you hiding your phone? Your pants don’t even have pockets!” He stared at her dumbfounded as he took the radio back to return it to his shoulder strap.

“Which ’s bullshit…” Her scowl only lasted a second before transforming into a smug smile.“Titties, babe. Hide stuff in ya boobs and they safe.” She pulled her shirt to look down the collar. “I got lotsa stuff in here.”

“Oh boy.” Mikey didn’t know his face could grow so hot so fast. For all his peacocking, he’d never actually been this close to a girl, or her boobs before.

“Mikey! Mikey! Hey! Does she have an iPhone?” Donatello’s voice was a welcoming distraction and the little brother answered in a shaky affirmative. “Great. Tell her to ask Siri how to get home. If she has her personal contact card set up, the A.I. will be able to give you directions. It’ll probably only work with her voice so she has to ask.”

Donnie for the win. After a quick battle of fighting with Siri to recognise the girl’s drunken dialect, it provided the address to an apartment building a few blocks away.

It was an easy run across the rooftops. Michaelangelo held onto his sloppy charge tightly and dropped down the fire escape to the window she pointed out.

"You sure this is the right one? Don't wanna end up in some rando apartment.” The turtle quickly scoped the area out, watching for neighbors and people walking down below.

“S’right.” She pointed at a potted plant of questionable health. “Them’s my tomato. They gon’ be spaghetti someday.” She informed him with a proud smile and rested her head on his shoulder. “M’little green babies...”

“Heh. Neat.” Mikey withheld his innuendo and pried the window open with a kunai from his belt. He held her close to carry her through the narrow opening and scraped his shell against the peeling paint of the window frame in the process.

The girl lazily pointed him across the apartment to a bedroom, clearly content with being carried. Mikey was careful to make his footsteps silent and keep an eye out for any roommates. He pushed the door open with his foot and stepped on a fluffy rug.

“Wow. Smells like girl in here.” Mikey blinked some at the mix of smells that hit his senses. Perfumes, candles, deodorants and whatever product she put in her hair all mixed together with the personal scent of the girl in his arms. It was soft, almost fruity, and reminded him of summer.

"Am girl. I live here.” She held her arm out to find her balance as Mikey set her feet down so she could stand and immediately kicked her shoes off, shrinking down a few inches in height.

“Well, uh, home sweet home! I gotta get back to work, so. See ya later? Be safe?” Mikey thumb pointed back at the window they originally came through and tensed up when she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“No, stay. I gotta pay you for the ride.” She pressed her lips against the side of his mouth as she leaned awkwardly against him.

“NOPE.” Mikey pulled his head away even as he held her to support her. “It doesn’t count if you’re drunk! That’s not okay!”

“Well then, you get drunk n’then i’s fine.” She grinned and kissed his newly exposed neck. Causing the turtle to let out a squeak of a noise he didn’t know he could make.

“Idon’tthinkthat’showthatworks!” He whined and took her shoulders to hold her away from him and stared at her. “...my face doesn’t freak you out?” He asked quietly, cautiously. Even hopefully.

“I was in anime club in high school. This is not the first mask I’ve kissed. Or even the weirdest.” She poked his beak again. “Boop.” Her head rolled to the side as she laughed then she suddenly scowled. “Oh man, I almost threw up. Nevermind. Maybe next time. Mgoin’ to bed.” She turned away from him and pushed her laundry pile onto her floor before ungracefully flopping down on the bed. “Leave me your number and I’ll Venmo you money in the mornin’.”

“...Okay.” Mikey stood completely frozen, and yet on fire, as he watched her blindly burrow into her blankets. He eyed her desk and the stack of colorful sticky notes. His brothers wouldn’t leave her anything. It was a huge risk. She’s drunk, she doesn’t mean it. But what if she does. What if she could?

A decision made. A breath for courage and he wrote his name and number down on an orange sticky note for her to find. He added a little turtle in the corner for a personal touch and left the apartment with haste. He scaled to the rooftop and yelled up at the sky.

“Dear God, it’s me! Yer boy, Mikey! This is some bull-shit!” He pulled on the ends of his mask in frustration. “My first kiss from a girl and she’s drunk so it doesn’t even count..! Damnit.” He pointed upwards. “You better let this work out! I think you owe me by now!” He pouted and then sighed. “Please let it work out…Even a little bit would be nice. At least she didn’t scream…That’s a good sign.”

Mikey dared to crack a hopeful smile and ran across the rooftops to find his brothers.