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Mikey x Reader

So I felt like writing something depressing because we all need a little turtle love but some of us just need it differently. Sending my love to those of you with depression <3 Hope yall like it :)

Trigger Warning: Suicide, self harm, bullying, and depression.  

Your life had always been bland and empty, it was something you’d learned to live with for as long as you could remember. That was… until you had met them. The turtles were the only people you had ever met who had ever given two shits about you. Your parents had neglected you for most of your life and the only friend you’d ever had had moved overseas to Ireland. The only good luck you’d had in your whole seventeen years was meeting the turtles two years ago.

They’d brought happiness into your world and made you feel human for the first time in your life, but out of all of them Mikey had helped you the most. You admire his strength and ability to lighten the mood, it had helped you on numerous occasions.

You really needed that today.

It was your birthday and as usual it seemed to be a day of torture. Every year something would happen to remind you that it was just another year people had to tolerate you and that you had to live through their torment. This time one of the girls in your foods class, who’d been partnered with you to take care of the laundry, had made a point of spilling bleach on you when the teacher wasn’t in the room.

She had pointed at you with a smirk and laughed. “Well maybe that will clean you up you filthy fat whore,” she’d announced, and the whole class laughed along with her.

You didn’t waste a second as you grabbed your backpack and ran out of the room to the sound of the whole class chanting, “(Y/N)’s a whore, (Y/N)’s a whore!”

Tears clouded your vision until you no longer knew where you were going, but you didn’t care, not anymore, there was no more reason to. At one point you caught sight of your reflection as you were passing a store window, bringing you to a halt. You looked awful. Your favorite dark orange shirt was already fading to white in messy splotches and so were your skinny jeans. Your beautiful (h/c) hair was covered in the nasty chemical making it crusty and plain out gross as it dripped from the tips onto the sidewalk, but the stench was the worst part. You saw a lady give you a disgusted look as she passed by and you ducked your head in shame before diving into the nearest alleyway and lifting up the closest manhole cover. During your time with the turtles your strength had grown and lifting the covers had became second nature.

You ran through the sewers as the memories flooded your vision. (Y/N)’s a whore! (Y/N)’s a whore! (Y/N)’s a whore!

“I’m a stupid fat whore…”

The words were barely a whisper, but the second they fell from your lips fresh tears fell in turrets and you had to stop moving as sobs racked your body. Why? Why did everyone need to remind you how useless you were? You knew no one cared, you’d accepted the fact a long time ago, no one loved you enough to care if you were gone. The thoughts and sobbs lasted only a few minutes before you took a few shaky breaths to calm yourself and continued walking.

When you arrived at the front doors to the lair you stopped. You wiped your eyes to make sure there were no remaining tears staining your cheeks for them to discover before you took another deep breath and walked in.

The first thing you noticed upon entering was that the lair was warm and smelled like pizza. You heard laughing to your left and looked up the small set of stairs to where the table was to see that the boys were eating pizza and betting on who would win the arm wrestling match that was going on between Leo and Raph.

You couldn’t help but feel happiness surge through the darkness at the sight, it brought back memories of happier times.

Back when you used to live with them for days at a time, during which you would wake up to Leo and Raph fighting and be the one to break them up. Back when you and Mikey would watch videos and spend all night talking about God knows what. Those were the days you lived for, the days you only had to worry about if Leo would burn dinner, or if Donnie would pass out from sheer exhaustion, or what you and Mikey would talk about that night…

The phone call had changed it all. Your parents demanded you come back, if you didn’t they’d take extreme measures. You didn’t want to find out what those were so you packed your things and prepared to leave after all the boys went to sleep that night, but as you were leaving you woke Mikey.

The argument you two had that night was one you’d rather not remember, but it seemed you could never get it out of your mind. It seemed to be burned there like a lingering scar in your memory.

He had refused to let you go. When you asked him why he refused to answer, just kept trying to convince you to stay. Your voices had steadily raised until the volume had woken his brothers and even Splinter. After a while you’d had enough and as you began to leave he had screamed at you that he didn’t want to see you hurt. That had been a year ago and as far as the brothers knew you were doing fine, better actually. They had no idea what things were really like...

You smiled and walked over, dumping your backpack at the foot of the small stairs, joining in on the fun.

Both turtles were straining and holding eye contact as they attempted to out gun the other. You laughed a little causing all attention to go to you as Raph flexed and pinned his older brother’s arm to the table.

“Ha, looks like I win Fearless.”

“It doesn’t count if I was distracted Raph,” Leo growled as they both looked at you.

Mikey gasped. “Dude what happened to you?” he asked as he looked you over.

You flinched a bit but smiled and said, “an accident with bleach in foods, a girl tripped and spilled bleach on me, nothing major.”

All the brothers seemed to gasp at the same time. “Nothing major?” they shouted in unison.

“Did she do it on purpose?”

“Did you tell a teacher?”

“Did ya knock ‘er out?”

“Did it get in your eyes?”

“Woah, woah, woah, guys relax!” you shouted, “it’s ok, the teacher wasn’t there so I left but I didn’t feel like going home so I came here instead. No there’s none in my eyes, just all over my clothes and hair. And no, Raph, I didn’t beat her up.”

Raph threw up his hands. “Well ‘scuse me for wondering if that girl got a proper ass whoopin.’”

“Looks like your clothes are ruined Angel Cakes, we should get you washed up while Donnie calls April.”

Mikey led you to the bathroom as Donnie took out his phone and dialed said girl and Leo and Raph went back to arguing about who had won their earlier fight.

As you entered the guest bathroom Mikey helped you take off your shoes while you grabbed a towel from beneath the sink. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Mikey scanning over your facial features, so you tried to keep them from showing the pain you felt. “Are you sure you’re ok (Y/N/N)?”

You smiled at the nick name and nodded encouragingly. “I promise Mikey, I’m fine. Just in desperate need of a shower,” you admitted sheepishly.

The orange clad turtle looked you over another time before smiling and getting up. “Well then I’ll let you take your shower. Holler at me if you need anything,” he said with a wink before lightly ruffling the dry part of your hair.

As the door shut behind him you let out a sigh and began to undress. You stepped into the shower and turned the knob as far as it could go. As the scalding water ran over your skin you found your thoughts wandering back to the dark places they had been treading through earlier. A tear streaked down your cheek but you didn’t notice as it mixed with the water running over your face. The water had reached an almost unbearable temperature by the time you turned to wash yourself off, but you barely even registered it as your thoughts roamed to desperate places. You were only half aware of your actions as you washed your body and shampooed your hair. You were only focused on the thoughts invading your mind.

(Y/N)’s a stupid fat whore!

Why can’t you follow orders like your sister.

You’ll never be anybody special.

Get your head out of the clouds, you can never be anything useful with all your daydreams.

Take a hike bitch.

What guy would want you?

Tears had begun to stream down your cheeks as memories flooded your mind and you finished washing your hair. There was something deep inside your soul that wanted to scream, to cry out for help, but what if they were right. What if nobody cared? What if nobody wanted you?

Your thoughts suddenly turned to Mikey. Would he care when you were gone? Would he cry and beg for you to come back?

No.

No one would.

A hand reached out and grasped your razor. You could end it. You could make it stop. Make the dull ache in the backs of your heart and skull disappear and the torment of your soul stop. You felt a slight sting as the razor dug into the skin of your left arm. The smell of blood filled you sinuses as you looked down to see the cuts bleeding. The wounds helped clear your thoughts as you dragged the sharp metal object across your arm again, and again, and again before switching to your other arm. Relief flooded your senses as the pain took over, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

You stepped out of the shower and into the foggy bathroom, barely able to see anything. Without letting go of the razor you wrapped your towel around you and stepped in front of the fogged up mirror. You swiped your hand across it, revealing your face. Your sad (e/c) eyes, your pale face, and the bags underneath your eyes. No one should have to live life like this. No one.

A knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts.

“Hey (Y/N), April dropped off some clothes and the rest of the bro’s went into the dojo to train so-” his words were suddenly cut off before he knocked on the door again, this time louder, “are you ok? There’s super steamy air coming out from under the door. Can I come in?”

Your breathing hitched in your throat as you reached over and locked the door. Not seconds later you heard the doorknob rattling as Mikey attempted to enter. His shouting grew and you knew that he could easily have Donnie taking the door off it’s hinges in a matter of minutes so you turned to look into the mirror as you held the metal against the skin of your neck.

BOOM!

The door shook as Mikey kicked it, almost sending the door flying. The door was suddenly pulled in the opposite direction to show Mikey at the same time that blood started to run down your neck.

Baby blue eyes met (e/c) as he stared at you with a pleading look. His usually bright demeanor was completely gone, replaced with sadness and above all, fear. You could see his hands shaking as they slowly reached out to you.

“(Y/N).”

You inhaled sharply. Although the words were barely audible they held more meaning than anyone else would ever understand. He rarely called you by your first name and he had never looked at you like that before.

It was then that all of the dark thoughts began to fade from your mind as you realized that all your earlier thoughts were false. Against your will your arms fell to your side and the razor dropped to the floor.

In mere seconds Mikey had his arms around you as the razor slid across the floor.

“Shhhhh, it’s ok (Y/N). I’m here. Please don’t ever do that again, you scared the shit out of me.”

His words barely registered in your mind as you finally let loose and slumped against his form. Your tears ran free and your sobs were so loud it hurt. You tried to hide the sounds against his neck but as his arms tightened around your shaking figure your walls began to crumble.

“I love you, please don’t leave me,” you whispered as you clung to him.

“I won't sweetheart, I promise. I- I love you too (Y/N). I’ll do anything to see you happy again,” he pushed you back a bit so he could look you in the eyes, his baby blue orbs moist with tears, “just promise me you’ll let Donnie take care of your cuts and that you’ll talk to me next time, I don’t want to see you so hurt.”

As his arms wrapped firmly back around you you felt all your walls caving in, the caution tape around your heart being ripped away, and your heart finally seemed to beat to in time with the universe.

And finally, you were at peace, you were home.

You nodded, a small smile gracing your features through the tears. “I promise.”

TMNT : Mutant Mayhem X Gender Neutral Reader dating headcanons

Note(s): 2003 has me in a chokehold so I might accidentally mix their personalities, also you can probably tell who my favourite turtle is 💀

I've only seen this movie once, and I can't afford to go to the cinema again so I'm sorry that I didn't write a lot!

Leonardo

Leo basically has a full time job of trying to impress you, one time he even tried to drive a car and do tricks for you. It, unsurprisingly, went so bad that Splinter grounded him for a week.

While Splinter has always dug in that humans were dangerous and hateful, which is semi true, meeting April and you have diluted Leonardo's faith in that. He realises that you're just... People. People who make mistakes, who need to change, and who largely, have changed.

He likes learning about things you take for granted everyday, what was school like? Have you ever been to a restaurant? Do you like going outside a lot? Do you have a pet? Etc, etc.

Leo needs to try really hard in school because he's not naturally talented in science or math like Donatello, so he appreciates any help you can give him! He surprisingly likes homework, he views it like training, sort of like something to improve his skills.

He 100% searches a 'how to flirt' wikihow and gets absolutely slammed by his brothers for trying some of the worst pickup lines in history on you.

Leonardo wants to train you with self defense skills if you don't know any already, he puts on the training videos that Splinter used to learn himself and teach Leo and his brothers, so that you two can at least spend time by training together.

Raphael

Despite loving violence and fighting, he's always happy and his rage is never directed at you, he even tries to get you to let out your anger by training sometimes.

If you don't know how to fight, or don't want to learn, then he's perfectly fine with just giving you one of his sais and letting you stab a punching bag with it, or something.

Raph occasionally gets into more friendly fights and sparring matches with his brothers or classmates, he's always bragging to you about how cool he was and how awesome it was to fight.

He likes it when you initiate hugs or hand holding, it's not that he's embarrassed or doesn't want to initiate affection, or even have it at all, but Raph isn't the best at guessing what you want without outright asking. Which he does do a lot, but he feels awkward constantly asking for a hug, and he lets you know that he's always up for one.

Raphael doesn't want you in danger, but he does 100% egg you on to participate in fights and pull some chaos, even if minuscule.

Donatello

He's a complete dork and LOVES to try and impress you with knowledge on your favourite musical artists, TV shows and movies, etc, etc. Donnie gets super into anything you're into, and he even tries to subtly get you interested in things like K-pop or science, if you're not interested in them already.

Always rants about his interests, he could go on for HOURS about the hidden messages in a music video, especially when he can get out more often and speak to more people about what he likes.

He's so curious about humans and their biological functions, don't be weird not like that, he always used to watch documentaries to Splinter and his brothers confusion.

Donnie frequently imagines what life would be like without a shell, with his skin a different texture, with his ears all weird and sticking out, he constantly asks you questions about living as a human.

He adores it if you know a lot about biology, especially if you know about turtle biology, even if he and his brothers are different than regular turtles for obvious reasons.

Donnie loves holding your hand, whenever he's nervous, or if you're nervous, he likes squeezing your hand and just holding it for a while. Even if it's kind of awkward because of his three fingers.

Michelangelo

Mikey loves showing off his ninja skills to you. Oh, you're just watching a movie? Watch him do the stunt from that one scene about fifty times.

He doesn't have much of a 'taste' in movies or music, he just sort of watches whatever captures his interest. His most watched media consists of an intense crime documentary and Pingu.

Mikey loves hugging you, no matter what you're doing he just (⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠つ⁠⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠) His favourite way of hugging you is from behind, because then you can do whatever you want and he isn't bothering you, but he also gets to give you a hug.

As the youngest sibling, Michelangelo loves getting you involved in pranks that involve screwing over his brothers. He will beg you, BEG YOU, to let him stand on your shoulders to place a bucket of water on top of a door, to help him dye his brothers masks the wrong colours, basically anything!

He loves making friends and would like to meet your friends and family, that is if you have any or have a good relationship with them, and if you do, he's trying to impress them so he can in turn impress you.

He also expects you to get along with his family, you don't need to constantly hang out with them, but he likes to have the knowledge that his family accepts and trusts you, he also likes to have the knowledge that you trust his family.

While not being the most perfect and strong guy, he has full respect for you and he shows it in semi unconventional ways. Mikey constantly likes to play video games with you, and while he's never been able to play the newest or most expensive, he may or may not steal a game or two just for you.

If you have a console, PC or even just a god damn phone that can handle a decent game, expect you two to play for HOURS.

What shows both his family and you that he does truly love you is when he gives you a slice of his pizza, if you're vegan or allergic to his favourite flavour, he'll order what you can eat instead of what he wants.

His brothers genuinely have a full hour of just staring in shock at you and him when that happens.

Can I have the Rise boys with a reader that yaps constantly and dosent do a lot of touching other than small acts of hand holding, poking, and just being physically close-? Like can and will talk about anything under the sun, like cats, space, their toaster they named Bermuta whilst being next to Donnie while he’s working, or holding Leo’s hand whilst Helen he’s reading a comic, poking Raphs arms or cheek when he’s doing something, and their head on Mikey’s shoulder while he cooks/draws.

But on the rare occasion they’re silent, like dead silent, not even a hello or good evening just nothing. And they’ll sit down on the ground next to said turtle and lean their head on the turtles legs slash thighs and wrap their arms around them, looking really zoned out or just not there because they had been yelled at or got into an argument with someone else or their parents for being so animated and talking so much.

Also I really love your writing!! Small reminder to rest up and take care of your needs, have some roses for the road :333💐

I'm gonna take this as a headcanon request, and tysm for the request(s) and reminder! You're greatly appreciated. Yapper hcs here we go!

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Raph

He doesn't mind one bit, your constant commentary reminding him of when he and his brothers were turtle tots

He finds it really cute, and is sure to listen just enough to keep up with what you're saying

Eventually he starts to prefer listening to you yap about your day over his music when he's working out

When you start poking him it makes him laugh, opting to lift you instead of the weights, which gets you squealing

The fact it brings him so much joy makes it all the more heart wrenching when you end up sitting on the floor in his room, quiet with distant eyes

When you grab his leg, his eyebrows knit together, confused even as he finds it a little endearing

He'd press for an explanation on what had you so quiet, voice quiet and gentle, and your answer would make him sad

If it was your parents, he'd offer a sleepover, preferring you stay at the lair then at home when things were turbulent

Leo

You and Leo could go on and on and on if other things didn't get in the way, he was just as talkative

That also meant he was especially attentive laughing and nodding and giving input

Even when he was reading or trying a new trick on his skateboard, he'd still have something to add when there was a pause for him to

He also rather enjoyed the little bits of affection youd offer, sitting right next to him when he'd read or on movie nights

The first time you're silent his beak wrinkles, as the quiet is the most unwelcome thing in the world

He's much more aggressive in asking what's wrong, refusing to drop it until you told him what happened

Once you would, he'd go off immediately, saying the person who told you to shut your trap was a loser and boring and all sorts of other things

Then, after getting through his own rant, he'd raise an eyebrow considering you're still attached to his leg, mischievous mind working before he'd start walking with you hanging on, trying to make you laugh

Donnie

He likely struggles with it the most, but the fact you speak so much means he doesn't have to worry about small talk

Even so, he mentally catalogues every topic of conversation, able to keep up with anything and everything you spew

He feels a little bit of accomplishment everytime he can add input based on things you've mentioned before

As for your less typical signs of affection, they matched him perfectly; he greatly appreciated being able to focus on his projects while you're nearby

But then one day you're not saying anything after a surprising amount of time

When he swivels in his chair, you're on the floor, and immediately he's set into a panic, asking what happened

He'd be pretty similar to Leo, insisting you tell him, and then scoffing and bad mouthing the plebeians who dared to raise their voice at you

As for your clinging to his leg, it's a little odd, but he never comments on it, just standing in place until you're done, maybe ruffling your hair

Mikey

Mikey loves talking to you, listening to anything and everything that comes from your mind

It makes him laugh, why wouldn't he enjoy it, especially when you hold his hands or sit in the kitchen while he cooks

Even when he's feeling creative, you still choose to sit with your side against his, more intent on whatevers caught your attention that day then what he's working on

When you started poking him, though, he'd do it right back, which would end in a tickle fight that he'd never lose

When you're quiet, it's a different story, and he's sensitive to your feelings

You hug his leg, eyes unfocused, making him frown and meet you on the floor, sitting with his knee up so you can keep hugging him

He wouldn't push on what's wrong, instead asking if you wanted to talk about it, and if you did he'd listen and offer his sympathies

If you didn't want to talk about it, he'd sigh but nod, and rub a hand over your back, talking himself to fill the quiet when you had nothing to say

Mmmmmm what if I said 2012 Mikey angst because my boy here is, I have to admit it, a bit of a player. :’)

Who knows, maybe we steal his time traveling girlfriend instead.

I decided to just call it finished instead of letting it rot for longer. I hope you enjoy!

Requests are open btw!

Player 12!Mikey, ficlet

Word count: 612

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“-C'mon, angel face, you know I'd never-”

“Do I know? Cause it seemed like she was all over you.”

“But I'd always choose you, baby cakes!”

You scoffed, crossing your arms and leaning back against the wall. This wasn't the first time you'd had this fight, or similar, and you knew it wouldn't be the last; it wasn't the other thirty times. A hand came to your temple while you sighed.

“You sure like keeping your options open, though,” you huffed, eyes opening to glare at him under your lashes.

He physically recoiled like you lashed him.

“That's not what it is.”

“Then what is it? It can't be that hard to tell them to back off-”

“I don't wanna be an ass-”

“It's not being an ass, it's setting boundaries!”

He reached for you and you pushed his hand away with the back of your own, “I'm not dealing with your shit anymore.”

“What?”

“We're done. I'm sick of your people pleasing.”

“You can't just-” he said your name while you stood from the wall, turning to leave before you ended up in tears. “I love you!”

“If you did, you'd stop hurting me.”

You were thankful when Raph stopped him from following you, even if it felt embarrassing that he had heard the fight.

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It took about a week before you heard Mikey was kissing someone else in an alleyway. Leo had avoided your eyes and Donnie was even worse at keeping things from you. Especially when you gave him a look that threatened he'd burst into flames by pure will. When you turned to Leo with the same look because he hadn't told you first, he lowered his head like a dog that got caught chewing the furniture.

Any tiny piece of you that might have felt remorseful evaporated, as Michelangelo clearly disregarded everything so easily. Of course, your heart hurt, it felt as though some thorny vine was growing inside your chest; but the idea of feeling bad for him.

It was already a trillion miles away.

At least he had the courtesy to hole up in his room with his comics instead of being out here. At least he had some shame. Or maybe he just didn't want to see you. If that were the case, it was perfectly fine, considering you didn't want to see him either.

You rolled your eyes before squaring your shoulders, determined to beat the two turtles present in their favorite video game.

.•°•.

It took you a couple months to fully get over everything. The brothers also quit walking on eggshells around you, aside from Raph who had always been blunt. Even Mikey stopped hiding in his room every time you'd come over, though he had a staring problem. You ignored it; he had ruined his chance.

Today you brought along someone new, whom you had warned about the friends they'd be meeting being mutants. She was surprisingly cool about it, though she was cool about everything. It's what attracted you to her in the first place.

“Guys, meet my girlfriend, Angel,” you introduced her. Only one person seemed unhappy, which was a rare feat considering he loved making new friends.

“Surprised she's not screaming,” Raph joked, fist bumping Angel while she shrugged.

“You guys aren't doing much to warrant a freak out,” she replied, shaking Leo's hand while Donnie just waved.

The three gave their names accordingly, but Mikey stood with his arms crossed, looking almost like he was pouting. Angel waved at him anyway. Besides the orange coded turtle's sudden jealousy issues, things went surprisingly well.

Michelangelo would just have to get over it, like you did.