Matsu Games Pt. 1

I'm telling him I wouldnt be here if he didn't love me and biting him back <33

Hi! I was wondering if you could share with us b&b Mikey dating headcanons if you'd like ofc!

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The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

The Good

-he absolutely ADORES you! Would give ANYTHING for you!

-He loves to give you gifts, as well! Anything he could think of, it’s there. Mention you want that pretty necklace? At your door. You wanted a small bracelet? Done and done. Baked goods? His specialty.

-He’ll absolutely PAMPER you with everything he has! Love, affection, words of affirmation, gifts, quality time and much more!

-Mikey is ALWAYS down for cuddles. But if you don’t want too, he’ll respect your personal space and try to love you from afar.

-expect texts every morning and night, just so you don’t forget how much you mean to him! If you’re being negative about yourself, he’ll kiss all that doubtfulness away💖

-he’ll ALWAYS try and take you out on dates. Wanted to see a movie? No problem! Snuck you in. Wanted to go to the zoo? Ninja-ed you into the exhibits to see the animals up close! Wanted a food they where sold out of? ….don’t ask what he had to go through to get this for you.

-he’s LOVE anything you make for him. Supper supportive of anything you want to do! Art? Lemme give you ALL the tutorials. Writing? I have a bunch of books we can spend time together reading! Dancing? You already KNOW we’re hitting the dance floor every night

-he likes to call you pet names a lot; usually one of an animal like “bunny” or “doe”. He also likes old fashioned names like “sugar”, “dearest” and “babydoll”. He’ll call you “doll” or “doll face” a lot so prepare

-he absolutely LOVES to hold you; he likes being small spoon but his shell can get in the way. (Dw, it’s dull and not spiked too much). His favorite positions are ones were he can just watch your face, and easily place kisses all over your face. He loves to shower you in kisses!!

-he’s honestly the most lovey dovey one of the group, and is MORE then willing to talk about problems in your relationship then any of the other boys (except for Leo lol). If you see an issue, he will change immediately. Because he loves you so much🧡

The Bad

-this dude is ALLLLLLL over you all the time. He just always wants to be touching you

-dude doesn’t listen either, you’re going to have to explain to him why you don’t want to be touched, or how constant touching is over barring. He still won’t understand and just assume you don’t like him anymore :(

-Mikey will talk VERY publicly about your relationship, any part, and will not hesitate with details. Your his, why should he worry about people?

-he’ll say things like “I know that you don’t really love me.” and “It’s okay if you think I’m a hideous freak.” You’re going to have to CONSTANTLY validate him

-he’ll tease you SO MUCH, to the point of bullying. He doesn’t grasp the concept of having sensitive feelings (despite him being sensitive himself) and will just relentlessly pick on you

-Mikey will just randomly bite you out of nowhere. “Gah! Why, Mike?!” He’d stare at you and say, “I dunno, just felt like it.”

-he’s really insensitive to your feelings in all honesty. Mostly because he doesn’t realize that he’s supposed to be nice and take your feelings seriously. He doesn’t quite grasp how much your dog really meant to you, and doesn’t understand why you can’t just get a new one and by happy

-Mikey wants you to be happy and will do ANYTHING to ensure that you are; even doing risky things like shoplifting or bribery to get you anything and everything you want or need.

The Ugly

-he’ll DEFINITELY get possessive over you, and how much time you spend with his brothers. Not saying you would replace him, but he’d rather not take that chance

-Bro has the DIRTIEST minds of all the brothers, ALWAYS taking things the wrong way and making the worst jokes about it

-Before you started dating, he would follow you home and leave mysterious love letters in your mailbox

-he’d follow you on EVERY social media and like every single one of your posts; downloading every image of you or your face/pets/family/whatever else you post

-not to say Mikey would KILL over you, but he’s been thinking about cutting off that connection with Casey a lot…

Salveō! Would you be willing to take a writing request for a rise!Donnie x reader? (platonic pls!)

the storyline could be something along the lines of the reader eating one of Mikey’s food at dinner with the turtles and it being a bad texture. (For me, a big one is lumps in smooth substances. Like rice pudding.. *shudder*) Anyway, the reader gets overstimulated and shuts down, Donnie brings ‘em to his “sensory room” in the lab and gives pressurized hugs and back rubs until the reader is comfortable and regulated again.

I’m a sucker for autistic reader fics. There’s not enough of those :(

This seems adorable! I unfortunately don't get to the point of shutting/breaking down from bad food textures (though I do have foods I refuse to eat), but I'll try my best!

The Pudding

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Usually you loved dinner with the turtles. Sure, they could be loud and unruly, but somehow they didn't drain your social battery as much as other people did. Listening to the brothers fighting was entertaining, and they talked so much you didn't have to worry about finding something to say. Usually, you'd say it was one of your favorite activities, trying what Mikey decided to make.

Today, though, that couldn't be further from the truth. Dinner had been fine, one of the best Mikey has ever made, but you could feel the color drain from your face as he revealed a bowl for dessert. A lumpy pudding that you just knew you wouldn't like. You would have passed, but Mikey used his puppy dog eyes, and said something about it being something new he tried out. That's how you ended up with a small serving on your plate.

Raph and Leo ate most of it, saying the pudding tasted great, but for you it wasn't about the taste. Donnie had had some of his own, a smaller serving in comparison to his brothers, and he watched you watch the thing on your plate. Still, you steeled yourself and ate a few spoonfuls, ignoring the urge to gag. That'd be so rude. After maybe four bites you wanted to cry, physically unable to swallow the next spoonful but only feeling worse and worse with the texture just sitting in your mouth.

Suddenly Donnie pulled you up from your seat, walking you from the room just as the other three were about to start a food fight. With a three fingered hand on your back you entered the soft shell's lab, and your confusion got interrupted when a metallic claw offered you an empty garbage bin.

“Spit. I know you still haven't swallowed your last bite.”

Oh yeah.

You spit out the pudding and felt tears gather in your eyes.

Why couldn't you just be normal? Everything was great and you're being a baby over nothing.

The tiny garbage can had been placed elsewhere and you took the last couple steps into a room with low lighting. Brown noise seemed to be playing from hidden speakers around the room. You turned to Donnie, and of course he already had an answer.

“This is my Overstimulation Panic Room. When I get overwhelmed, I come in here and it helps.”

You nod, looking back around the room and wondering what exactly you should do to ride this out. It took a gentle touch to one of your arms for you to notice you were squeezing yourself.

“If you would like I could offer you some pressure in the form of a hug?”

Donnie rarely offered hugs; you found it very kind he'd do so just for your own little meltdown. With another nod he wrapped you in a hug and squeezed, his chin on your head. You could guess he was using those same metallic claws to do other things on his phone, but you wouldn't expect anything else. The buzz from the speakers let you focus on things other than your mind, sounding like wind, and the dim purple lighting meant your eyes could take a break from seeing so many colors.

You'd have to thank Donnie later, somehow.

Happy Valentines Day lovelies! ♡･:*+.♡♡･:*+.

Saw @saltydoesstuff ‘s post on the turtles having skritches spots and drew something for it

Maybe I drew more and posted it somewhere else (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)…

SCREAMIIIIIIIIIING

SCREAM IIIIIIIING

Maybe one one of the brothers(rise) with a crush on reader but hears from Casey that resder marries/falls in love with someone else/doesn't make it.Whatever you feel like.ALSO LETS GO NEW WRITING BLOCK‼️‼️‼️

cyrill my friend i am going to feed you so well here

hmmmm

donatello x male reader, set a couple years after kraang-- the good timeline

i asked my friends at college to pick a turtle and a gender so i got that lol

i'll get more organised as i write more on this blog trust meee </3

enjoy!

Communicate With Your Lab Partner, Donatello!

"I see the way you look at him, Donnie."

He blinks, takes a deep breath, and shakes his head with an awkward laugh. "I don't know what you're talking about Casey, it's nothing. I've just been thinking a lot about him lately. I hope he and his eventual partner are happy together, that's all. I want my lab partner to be happy." Donatello's face contorts for a moment before it finally lands on an off-putting smile, "Anything but could affect the efficiency of which our labs are conducted."

Casey shakes his head and looks away, "Now I regret telling you about them." The time traveller sighs, standing up to frown at the softshell mutant. Donatello waves him off and urges him out of his lab, muttering about how Casey has nothing to worry about and that he would carry on like normal. But that very night he finds himself staring at the ceiling of his lab, blinking away the blurring of his vision. Donnie reaches for his phone without adjusting his posture, holding it above his face to check the time.

2:42 am.

He yawns, scrolling up to find his lab partner had texted him a funny picture of some cat meme. Donnie's lips curl up and his chest blooms with warmth as he reacts to the photo with a laughing face emoji, then responds with a meme of his own. His friend reacts with a straight faced emoji, responding with you're not funny, stop pretending you are. Donatello rolls his eyes, continuing to talk to him as the hours pass by, and when he checks the time again it is seven in the morning. It's time for the spiny softshell to head to bed even though he was meant to stay up all night regardless.

Lab Partner (7:02 AM): I know you should be heading to sleep now, but before you go, what's the weather going to be like Friday night?

Donatello sits up straight and winces as his neck's pain receptors send massive signals to his tired turtle brain, screaming at him to go to bed. He opts to shrimp over his keyboard as he checks his weather prediction algorithm, finding that there would be a seventy percent chance of rain over the tri-state area. He texts the extensive information to his lab partner, then asks him why he needs to know.

Lab Partner (7:11 AM): I asked this person out to go to Central Park expecting it to be sunny because of this week's forecast

Lab Partner (7:11 AM): But I trust your weather algorithm a lot more

Lab Partner (7:12 AM): Especially since they let Warren Stone back on the air

Delivered (7:12 AM): Scoff, any weatherman who associates themselves with that literal worm cannot be trusted for the weather. You came to the right turtle.

Lab Partner (7:13 AM): Yeah, I know I did

Lab Partner (7:13 AM): Get some rest, okay Don? I love you <3

Donatello's heart skips a beat and he stares at the screen for a moment, blinking at the three silly little words he somehow feels like he stole. Just for a moment, I could pretend... he thinks, pursing his lips as he responds in kind, then gets up from his chair to turn everything off in his lab, save for the emergency low lights. He begins heading toward his bedroom with his phone off in his hand.

The softshell is now lying awake, staring at his ceiling as he lay in bed fantasising of silly things he thought could never happen. It's bothering him, he knows it, but he doesn't feel like paying a visit to Dr. Feelings. His hand's gentle caresses on his plastron remind him of how his lab partner would hug him from behind and sway with him as he works, even though it always distracts him for a moment. The stim always brings him down to earth when he is in too deep in his work. Donatello misses the way he nuzzles into him when he's sleepy, spending days working on something together and letting him sleep on the air mattress he has set up in the corner. He misses the opportunities in which his lab partner would ask for him to sleep beside him, curling up in each other's arms.

Now that he thinks about it, Donatello and his lab partner are not strictly platonic, the way they interact with each other is quite intimate. The turtle blushes at the memory of his lips carefully planting kisses on his lab partner's head, and him doing the same. It was kismet, the way they met, since Donnie's lab partner was a former member of the Purple Dragons. Kendra let him go after he started spending too much time with the softshell rather than just spying on him. He risked so much for me, Donatello thinks, wringing his hands as he blinks away his exhaustion. He decides to take matters into his own hands, falling asleep with an uneasy feeling in his gut.

~

Donnie's lab partner wakes up with a start after a four hour sleep, promising Leo he would sleep more, then berating him for staying up late too. He makes himself a small breakfast and goes through his phone, then gets ready for his free day. Donnie calls him and he answers with a dramatic groan of annoyance. "Don, I swear, go back to sleep," he starts packing a bag to go out while listening to Donnie whine over the phone.

"I know! I know! You told me to rest and I already did. But you didn't sleep enough either so you're a hypocrite. I... wanted to talk to you about something."

"Can it wait? You need to sleep, dude."

"No, it can't."

Donnie seems to take a shaky breath, then speaks again.

"I need to tell you something important and I can't wait another day to tell you."

The mutant's lab partner sighs, then nods, even if 'Tello couldn't see him make the gesture.

"Yeah, I'll be over tonight. As long as you rest."

"I promise... I love you."

He pauses, the words ringing in his ears, bouncing around in his head like a screensaver avoiding the corners of its device. He's never heard Donnie say those words out loud before. He's never said them to him either, so the initiative shocks him into silence. Before the boy could respond, Donnie hung up the call and he stands in the kitchen with toast crumbs in his palm and marmalade on his fingers.

The difference between saying it out loud and sending it over text is made apparent in the boy's head, a realisation taking over as his heart beat faster in his rib cage. Oh... no... Being Donnie's lab partner has been fun these past few years, especially developing a close friendship like the one they have, but he finally realises how he must have come across. I should get my errands done quick to be at the lair in a timely manner, he thinks, washing his hands and grabbing his things to step out of his apartment, locking the door and starting his day.

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Donatello is bleary-eyed and yawning to the point where his throat is dry. He stumbles into the kitchen to look for a glass of water, asking S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. to serve him some hydration. He gulps it down instantly and slams the glass down on the counter, then jumps at the voice in the corner of the kitchen.

"Happy to see you're drinking water, 'Tello."

An awkward smile plasters itself upon his face as he turns toward his lab partner, looking him up and down. He is wearing comfortable clothes as if he plans to stay a while. His tail twitches before he stops it from wagging in excitement.

"Ah, my favourite friend! I... I expected you to come to the lair much later."

"I can see that," He raises an eyebrow as he gives Donatello a once over, noting the black sweatpants he donned. "Cold?" The boy's arms snake their way around Donatello's waist and he jumps at the contact, nudging him away with a robotic laugh.

"Cold? Scoff! Who said I was cold?" Donatello now feels awake enough to serve himself his own water, watching it fill his glass as his friend stood beside him curiously. Then he gulps the entire glass down again.

"You usually wear clothes down here when you're cold. You don't opt for pyjamas like your brothers either, so you must be cold."

"Oh dear lab partner, how dare you use your observational skills on me."

Said lab partner chuckles and leans against the fridge. "You also don't reject my physical advances toward you... Is today a bad tactile sensory day?" He taps in a pattern against the countertop, signalling to Donatello that he is mildly worried. The softshell sighs and puts the glass down in the sink, stretching and cracking his limbs. He inhales through his nose, then exhales cool air that gradually calms him down.

"I am afraid of what I want to talk about."

The boy's eyes widen, his face depicts concern, and he moves on to sit on the stool beside the rack holding the pots and pans. Donatello goes to sit on the counter across from him. A couple beats of silence pass as the two look at each other, studying one another's body language. The turtle came to the conclusion that his lab partner is laidback enough to take the conversation seriously but without too much panic. He feels relaxed enough to continue talking, so he does.

"I am aware that the future Casey speaks of—whenever he feels ready to, that is—is much different compared to ours. Everything that happened in that timeline is completely irrelevant to now due to the butterfly effect. You know, how a flap of a butterfly's wings could summon a hurricane? Well... something he told me keeps nagging me. It keeps this voice in my head rambling on and on, it won't stop telling me things that make me feel... Things. I don't know what! I am feeling things and I hate when I do because I can't label them!"

Donatello stands up and begins pacing, cracking his fingers one by one as he continues to talk and his lab partner listens.

"Casey told me you had a partner in the future. It was great at first... spending a little under a decade together... then they were possessed by Kraang biomatter. You... you disobeyed Leo's orders to look for them, to capture them and keep them under control for when I found a serum to inject in them, one that could kill off the Kraang schmuck but leave their human flesh unaffected... But you didn't make it back to base."

He stands from the stool he sat on and approached Donatello, carefully holding his hands out, palms facing up. The softshell takes his hands and revels in their softness, visibly relaxing and staying put.

"Your passing is not what affects me the most," Donatello reaches up to cup his friend's cheek in his hand, swiping his thumb lightly across his face. "It's you sharing your affections with anyone other than I. That is what is bothering me."

The boy freezes, blinking up at Donatello with a confused smile. "You're the only one I share moments like these with. I don't understand what you're saying," he giggles, reaching up to squeeze Donatello's hand. The scientist is equally as perplexed.

"I'm saying that I love you."

He stands up straighter, rigid and unyielding. Heat spreads upon his face and he looks away, his laugh wavering.

"You know, hearing that in person sounds a lot better."

Donatello still holds his breath, waiting, waiting, waiting.

"I love you too, Donnie."

The mutant feels lightheaded when he exhales, then leans in for a second before stopping himself. His lab partner grins, nodding while he bites his lip knowingly. Donatello springs into action, gripping his friend's shoulders and pulling him in to meld his lips on his, tasting, savouring, fluttering his eyes shut as a grin stretched across his face, parting from the kiss with muddy, blushing cheeks.

"Can we do that more? That was really nice. I would like to open a document for this... if you let me."

He rolled his eyes and pulled his favourite turtle closer.

"Yes, you may, 'Tello. We have all the time in the world."

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Mud Dogs valentines headcanons lesgo

Also, reminder that my requests are open, just send an ask lovelies!

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Gifts received

Mickey would buy you heart box chocolates as well as many other themed candies and a stuffed animal

Leonard knows the meanings behind flowers and their colors so he would plan out a bouquet gift for you

Danny would be extravagant and get you minky coutre and jewelry, necklaces, earrings, bracelets

Special dinner

If we're talking all three care about you, they are working their asses off in the kitchen trying [and failing] to make you your favorite dinner

You end up needing to help them anyway, but you don't mind, finding the gesture cute

Just Mickey would probably make a soup for valentines day dinner

Leonard would grill or make fried food, meat lovers delight [though of course grilled onion and pepper or fried cauliflower for my vegetarians]

Danny's making pasta. Sorry, it's all he knows. You could request a specific one though?

Giving them gifts

As for getting gifts, Mickey would like things that he can display, art, photos, stickers.

Reminders of you in his room/the hideout make him giddy

Leonard would like preening items or clothes, smells that you like on him automatically become his favorite scent.

He also has a secret sweet tooth. If you got him his favorite treats he's a blushing mess

Danny, in spite of his large/expensive gifts, really only cares about thought. If you got him a book/record he had shown interest in, you're a winner

He'd melt into a puddle, though, if you got him a handkerchief or pocket square for his suit, being able to display a piece of you wherever he goes

Rise Turtles at a Rave: Headcanons

yes, yes, i know, i have requests to get to ! they will be done when i get them done, i prommy <3 right now i am filled with THOUGHTS.

i was thinking about how i missed going to raves so i made a playlist, then my rottmnt rotten brain told me "tee hee, what if you went to new york for a rave fest or something" and you know, immediate connection to the turtles because of nyc. so here we are.

there are some nsfw bullet points which is why i will post this on this blog. remember i always write the turtles as adults ! in this they should all be envisioned 21 and over.

cw: substance use, sexual advances under the influence (consensual)

Leo

he would be the one to have heard of a rave at a local venue, sizeable enough like a House Of Blues but local, you know ? otherwise, he's alright with stadium shows as long as it's not too crowded.

he's totally up for the kind of commercial rave that the venue hosts monthly or something.

he invites you because he doesn't want to go alone.

despite popular belief that he goes out a lot, he doesn't go to many raves, hence not wanting to go alone.

leo would dress in a flashy jumpsuit if you let him.

if you don't (he might wear it anyway or) he'd wear a sparkling skintight mesh longsleeve and holographic short shorts. you're not gonna stop him from being flamboyant.

he likes it when you wear techwear, especially those tight cargo pants that make your ass look so fine.

he WILL be wearing makeup highlighting his red stripes, maybe some body paint on his arm and thigh stripes.

he wouldn't do your makeup, his experience is limited and he wouldn't want to ruin your handsome face.

he will stay sober ! if you're not or you don't plan to be, he'll watch over you.

he'll give you lots of water, doesn't matter if you need it or not.

leo dances a lot, he brings two light up batons to the raves the two of you go to to wave and twist around, a lot like his swords.

sometimes he brings hula hoops though, just for funzies.

his favourite genre is that popular edm or plur, like calvin harris, martin garrix, zedd, or avicii, but he's open to most edm (except for what donnie and mikey's into, eugh).

if the venue doors open at six pm, the two of you would be waiting fourth or fifth in line for entry.

you guys would most likely leave between midnight or 1 am (likely when it ends), leo has a lot of rave stamina for being sober.

like, you barely sit down for five minutes after an hour and a half of dancing (you're sober, in this case) and he asks if you want to get up and dance again.

after you guys leave you order a pizza and hang out in leo's room after a nice shower.

sleeping over with him after a rave always makes you happy.

there's usually no more energy left in you for anything other than cuddling if you're sober.

and regardless if you express consent that leo could do whatever he wanted to you while you're under the influence of something, he doesn't want to.

he will squeeze your ass while cuddling though. that's a given.

Raph

he is not a raver.

but he worries about your safety way too much not to let you go by yourself if you didn't feel like inviting anyone else to go with you.

will wait with you by the venue door and wrap an arm around you for comfort (his, not necessarily yours).

or squeeze your hand to stay close to you if it's a warehouse rave or anything of the like.

ironic, he feels you are safest attending outdoor rave festivals because of the open air and the freedom of space to use his ninpo in case he loses you.

he's such a worrywart !!

usually he will wear black so he's inconspicuous.

you do some makeup on him and he melts at that because it's you.

will strongly discourage you from drinking, smoking, or using any substances but if you know how to handle yourself he will watch over you like a hawk.

he always stays sober at raves. drinking is a thing he does at home, with family. like during movie night. not surrounded by a bunch of strangers.

he will definitely keep water on hand for you, leaning against the wall or barricade until mind raph tells him "go ! give them water now ! they are extremely dehydrated ! go ! before they pass out !"

you guys will leave at eleven pm max. no matter what time you guys got there.

unless it's a rave festival and you two arrived sometime while the sun was up, then you guys might leave at eight or nine pm.

he'll take you back to your place even if you ask to stay with him in the lair.

he'd let you clean up and then cuddles would ensue !! because you're tired !!

but not before you drink water. you need to stay hydrated.

like leo, he would never try anything with you while you're tripping, high, drunk, or anything. he prefers sex when you're fully present.

but the morning sex ?

it's insane.

he'd be holding you against him, rutting into you from behind– it's because you're so soft against him, you trust him so much. you're his.

he loves keeping you safe. as much as he doesn't like raves, he loves you and that's all that matters to him.

of course, that morning sex is only if you have no hangover or lingering effects from anything.

then he would make you a breakfast sandwich ! it's not much but it would hold you down for lunch.

Donnie

donnie almost always invites you.

sometimes when you invite him he says "i know the dj mixing for that one, their stuff is kind of mediocre compared to my mutual from soho opening for a show on long island–" or something along those lines.

so you know donnie's active in the new york rave scene.

he'd dress in fishnet tops, leather bondage gear (like collars, harnesses, garters), tripp pants, and new rock shoes.

that's only if he's not rocking his own genius built apparel (which of course he would).

occasionally he'd look at your outfit before you leave and say "are you opting for style or comfort ?" (it's meant to be playfully judgemental, but a genuine question on his part)

he secretly likes when you wear very little clothing to raves.

omigosh especially if there's satin and lace, oh ! he's weak in the knees if you wear bondage gear.

the two of you do each other's makeup.

he likes it when you sit on his lap to do it, with your thighs all warm against his.

donnie would smoke weed or eat edibles at raves, or he'd limit himself to a patch or two of acid if he knows what to expect from the set so he's sure he'll have a good trip (he never mixes substances for obvious reasons).

he has a tech gauntlet for you to wear at raves for when you're both tripping and separate from one another, just in case.

but that's never the case, you're all up on each other while the hard bass ripples around you.

your gauntlets give you periodic reminders to hydrate, take breaks if needed.

breaks ? what breaks ? you guys are high as/tripping balls.

donnie actually turned his old techbo into a rave baton, he only twirls it when he's sober, though.

he loves dubstep, french house, techno, drum and bass, and hardstyle !! but his favourite raves to bring you along for are the latter three (he likes the way you dance when the bass is booming through the ground)

depending on the rave, you and donnie will leave at sunrise or a couple days since it started.

i like to think donnie's the first to have moved out of the lair, especially with his eclectic lifestyle (owning a tech company, a fashion brand, being active in the ny rave scene, and more probably).

so the two of you head back to his apartment and depending if you're still high, things get spicy.

before becoming rave partners, donnie made you a checklist to check things off and sign an agreement in case you guys do things together when you're not sober, like go out of the country somehow or have sex– irresponsible things with possible consequences.

you checked every possible thing off because you trust him that much holy shit-

making out with him while you're sweaty and gross after a rave does put him off a little bit, so shower sex it is !

it's hot, it's messy, but does he love it when he holds you up against the wall by your thighs, letting you take what he could give you.

and you look so pretty to him, tears running down your face as you mewl his name, it strikes that possessive part of him just right.

after that steaming shower and the both of you are clean, it's definitely cuddle time. but then donnie makes sure the two of you hydrate before knocking out, entangling limbs upon his bed.

the morning (or afternoon) after he would most definitely order breakfast because there is no way either of you are getting up to cook after the amazing experience you two had.

Mikey

unlike donnie, mikey isn't pretentious about his involvement in the rave scene.

he loves it, adores it, even.

anything you try to invite him to ? he already planned to take you with him.

you're his rave buddy ! he can't go to a rave without you ! or donnie, for that matter.

sometimes he misses out on a rave because he knows donnie's gonna be there and he really wishes it would be just the two of you.

but new york is a big city, sometimes there's two raves going at the same time and mikey could reach an agreement with donnie not to cross paths.

what donnie doesn't know, is the raves in the hidden city.

they could last weeks with the right mystic charms, but mikey never wants to subject you to substances as potent as mystic speed.

he wants to make sure your raving experience is safe and fun !

he usually wears techwear with uv orange accents, they look super cool under blacklight.

mikey could never keep his hands off you if you're wearing sleeved fingerless gloves and miniskirts, he also likes it when you wear tiny tops because it's easier access.

he loves when you do his makeup, but he doesn't like it too flashy, it clashes with his techwear look.

he prefers watching you do your makeup over doing it for you because your pretty hands are at work.

now, mikey never asked donnie to make him a safety gauntlet too, but donnie worries for his little brother– he gets a little hardcore at raves.

sometimes you're worried enough to stay sober to watch over mikey, even if the gauntlet does the job for you.

but at the raves you go to, sometimes substances are a must if you want to keep going.

mikey is the most flexible for personal rave lights, but his favourites are light up nunchaku and fibre optic whips.

he doesn't necessarily have a favourite genre of rave music, but he goes the hardest when the dj is slavic or has slavic influences.

usually when you go to raves with mikey, the minimum amount of time you guys spend is at least seventy-two hours (unless you as an individual can't go any more than one night).

you're usually the first one to want to leave, if mikey wants to leave that means he's having a bad trip– you do everything in your power to keep the good vibes flowing.

if you two leave with fully good vibes of your own volition, it's likely you guys will go back to your place.

no shower, just crashing on your bed after peeling off uncomfortable or strappy clothes that would dig into your skin if you slept in them.

but if you and mikey are still peak tripping, a few hickeys and a little bondage wouldn't hurt.

before you guys started raving together, there was clear communication that you trusted what the other would do while under the influence.

expressing clear consent to each other sober before taking anything was the best thing you have ever done... because mikey is so good.

really. good.

so good, in fact, you feel it the morning after, cuddled up against him and feeling gross (not in a bad, mentally taxed way), but your heart is so full.

somehow mikey wakes fully rested and ready to make you breakfast while you drag your aching body into the shower.

the two of you smell like sweat, burned plastic, and skunk weed. a shower is NECESSARY.

mikey takes your aftercare to the next level, trying to make it last as long as the rave did.

i hope you enjoyed reading this !! i surely enjoyed writing it :3 i miss raves, i wish i could go to one soon x/

tee hee look at them !!!

Rottmnt eyeball/side profile headcanons!!! :D

(Notes under the cut if you can’t read my handwriting lol)

1st picture:

Mikey: rounder, almost downturned, welcoming, soft, big eyes

Donnie: natural RBF 100%, almost always kinda closed, slanted/almost horizontal

Leo: very slanted, sharp, detail oriented, opposite of Mikey’s eyes, cat-like

Raph: horizontal, square shaped, lines under eyes from worrying, he’s just a big brother

2nd Picture:

Mikey: round, short, small snoot, round jawline

Raph: pointy, slanted (snoot), short (head), wide (head)

Donnie: big ol’ forehead, small snoot, tall head, sharp jawline

Leo: pointy, tall head, big ol’ mouth for yapping

Miscellaneous: Give my boys craniums!!! Space for brain!

banger