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You really like Mikey. Like really like. Possibly even more than like.

But there’s no way that he’d reciprocate those feelings. His bubbly-and oftentimes childish-personality gives the impression that romance would be the last thing on his mind.

And that’s why you’re spending your Friday night in front of a computer writing down the smutty fantasies you can’t help but dream about on a daily basis. Of course you’d never in a million years let anyone read them, including Mikey. Especially since he is the star of every single one of them.

You’re just getting down to the dirty bits in one of your favorite stories when you hear the tapping.

You jump up from your wheeled chair and immediately dive for the baseball bat you hide under your bed. If you’re gonna die tonight, you’re gonna go down swinging.

You creep up to the window facing the fire escape. Taking ahold of the hanging string, you yank the blinds open, preparing to swing the metal bat. You almost drop the bat in surprise at what you find.

Mikey.

And not just Mikey, but a crying Mikey. Your heart writhes painfully in your chest as your eyes meet his puffy red ones. Sliding the window open, you pull the orange-clad turtle inside.

“What’s wrong? Are your brothers okay? Master Splinter?” He shakes his head vehemently at your questions.

“They’re not!?” He shakes his head again.

“They’re fine. I just came here to get away from Raph.”

Your eyes narrow. “What’d he do?”

He gives you a heart-wrenching smile, “Don’t worry about it, dudette. I’ll just chill here for a bit, yeah?” He moves to sit on your bed.

Your sigh fills is louder than you intended it to be as you take a seat next to the turtle, leaning your head on his firm shoulder. “Of course you can stay, on the condition that you tell me what Raph did. You don’t usually let that brute bother you.”

There was a moment of silence as Mikey thought over your request.

“He called me useless.” He whispers, averting his baby blue eyes.

“He WHAT!?” You jump up from the bed, stomping over to the T-phone Donnie gave you.

“(Y/n) it’s fine, I totally deserved it!” He reaches for your arm, but you’re already halfway across the room. Picking up the shell phone, you jab a series of numbers down and hold it up to your ear. A few moments later you hear a voice on the other end.

“What?”

“Hey Raph,” you step to evade Mikey as he reaches to take the phone, “I heard someone walking outside my window, and you know that I live on the eighth floor so that’s kind of, you know, weird. I’m sure it’s nothing, but could you stop by and check it out?”

“Yeah whatever, I’ll be right there.” The red turtle hangs up, and you turn towards your companion.

“Dude! Raph’s gonna kill me if he sees that I’m the reason you called.” He grabs his head, shaking it, “I’m so not ready to die.”

“Relax, just hide so he doesn’t see you. I’ll take care of everything. Now shoo!” You wave him away, watching him scramble to hide behind your lamp in the corner of the room.

“Mikey?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s probably the worst place you could’ve gone.”

“Oops, s-”

You hear tapping on your window. Raph.

“Just turn it off! It’ll be dark so he won’t see you.” He listens and the room goes dark.

Pulling back the blinds once again, you slide open the window. An annoyed looking Raph starts to step through the window.

“There was nothi- hey, what the-”

You place an iron grip on leg, yanking him inside. His shell smacks the ground, creating a loud thud on the carpet. You hope your downstairs neighbors don’t come up and complain.

You pick up a bat-plastic this time-and start wailing on the hot-head.

“You-”

Smack.

“better-”

Thunk.

“apologize-”

Fwack.

“to Mikey!”

He finally manages to scramble away from your assault, grabbing onto the corner of your bed and looking at you as one would look at a psychopath.

But you’re totally a sane person. Right?

“W-What was that for!?” He glances at your red plastic bat, chest heaving with frantic breaths. “And how many bats do you have?”

Ignoring his questions, you point your bat towards the shadowy corner with the lamp.

“Apologize.”

He eyes you in confusion, then turns to the corner. Squinting his eyes, he slowly inches forward.

“Mikey?”

Your nunchuk-wielding friend steps out from the shadows with a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hey Raph, fancy seeing you here.”

“Mikey,” the older brother hisses, “you’re the reason I had to waste my time coming over here. I’m gonna pum-”

“Raphael Hamato you better knock it off! How can you treat your brother the way you did and then have the balls to come here and ridicule him even more!?” You move to hit him again.

He holds out his arms to stop the oncoming swing, “Wait what are you talking about?”

Your piercing (e/c) orbs narrow, pinning Raph. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You called him useless and made him feel like crap. Do you really not care enough to even remember?”

Raph whips his head to look at his brother. “You actually thought that I meant it? Of course I don’t think you’re useless, are you really that stupid?” You whack him again and he quickly remedies his “apology”. “I mean,” he clears his throat, “look, I’m sorry and I didn’t mean it. Can I go now?”

“Really Raph? Really?”

“It’s cool (Y/n).” Mikey interrupts, throwing you a soft smile. “Yeah you can go now, see you later bro. Imma hang here a bit with my main compadre. Maybe brainstorm some ideas for the Mikester, ya know?” It amazed you to see how quick Mikey was to forgive. It only made you like him more.

Raph rolls his eyes, “Yeah whatever. Don’t be out too late. I don’t want to hear our great leader whine about it.” His gaze shifts to you, but he didn’t quite meet your eyes. “Later.” He didn’t wait around to hear your response, slipping out of the same window he came in.

Mikey gives you a goofy grin. “Thanks dudette!”

Your tense shoulders fall as you relax, expression softening at your crush. “Anytime. I don’t know why you let him get away with all this crap though.”

He shrugs. “He’s my brother.” He leaves it at that, as if it excused everything.

Sighing in defeat, you toss him a Wii remote. “Up for a few rounds of Mario Kart?”

He practically bounces in childish glee, “Aw yeah!” He hops on your bed as you move to turn the TV on. “Oh and (Y/n)?”

You simply hum in acknowledgement.

“What’s on your computer?”

“Oh it’s just-” Wait.

Whirling, you sprint to the computer, promptly jamming the power button.

“N-Nothing!”

Description
You really like Mikey. Like really like. Possibly even more than like.

But there’s no way that he’d reciprocate those feelings. His bubbly-and oftentimes childish-personality gives the impression that romance would be the last thing on his mind.

And that’s why you’re spending your Friday night in front of a computer writing down the smutty fantasies you can’t help but dream about on a daily basis. Of course you’d never in a million years let anyone read them, including Mikey. Especially since he is the star of every single one of them.

You’re just getting down to the dirty bits in one of your favorite stories when you hear the tapping.

You jump up from your wheeled chair and immediately dive for the baseball bat you hide under your bed. If you’re gonna die tonight, you’re gonna go down swinging.

You creep up to the window facing the fire escape. Taking ahold of the hanging string, you yank the blinds open, preparing to swing the metal bat. You almost drop the bat in surprise at what you find.

Mikey.

And not just Mikey, but a crying Mikey. Your heart writhes painfully in your chest as your eyes meet his puffy red ones. Sliding the window open, you pull the orange-clad turtle inside.

“What’s wrong? Are your brothers okay? Master Splinter?” He shakes his head vehemently at your questions.

“They’re not!?” He shakes his head again.

“They’re fine. I just came here to get away from Raph.”

Your eyes narrow. “What’d he do?”

He gives you a heart-wrenching smile, “Don’t worry about it, dudette. I’ll just chill here for a bit, yeah?” He moves to sit on your bed.

Your sigh fills is louder than you intended it to be as you take a seat next to the turtle, leaning your head on his firm shoulder. “Of course you can stay, on the condition that you tell me what Raph did. You don’t usually let that brute bother you.”

There was a moment of silence as Mikey thought over your request.

“He called me useless.” He whispers, averting his baby blue eyes.

“He WHAT!?” You jump up from the bed, stomping over to the T-phone Donnie gave you.

“(Y/n) it’s fine, I totally deserved it!” He reaches for your arm, but you’re already halfway across the room. Picking up the shell phone, you jab a series of numbers down and hold it up to your ear. A few moments later you hear a voice on the other end.

“What?”

“Hey Raph,” you step to evade Mikey as he reaches to take the phone, “I heard someone walking outside my window, and you know that I live on the eighth floor so that’s kind of, you know, weird. I’m sure it’s nothing, but could you stop by and check it out?”

“Yeah whatever, I’ll be right there.” The red turtle hangs up, and you turn towards your companion.

“Dude! Raph’s gonna kill me if he sees that I’m the reason you called.” He grabs his head, shaking it, “I’m so not ready to die.”

“Relax, just hide so he doesn’t see you. I’ll take care of everything. Now shoo!” You wave him away, watching him scramble to hide behind your lamp in the corner of the room.

“Mikey?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s probably the worst place you could’ve gone.”

“Oops, s-”

You hear tapping on your window. Raph.

“Just turn it off! It’ll be dark so he won’t see you.” He listens and the room goes dark.

Pulling back the blinds once again, you slide open the window. An annoyed looking Raph starts to step through the window.

“There was nothi- hey, what the-”

You place an iron grip on leg, yanking him inside. His shell smacks the ground, creating a loud thud on the carpet. You hope your downstairs neighbors don’t come up and complain.

You pick up a bat-plastic this time-and start wailing on the hot-head.

“You-”

Smack.

“better-”

Thunk.

“apologize-”

Fwack.

“to Mikey!”

He finally manages to scramble away from your assault, grabbing onto the corner of your bed and looking at you as one would look at a psychopath.

But you’re totally a sane person. Right?

“W-What was that for!?” He glances at your red plastic bat, chest heaving with frantic breaths. “And how many bats do you have?”

Ignoring his questions, you point your bat towards the shadowy corner with the lamp.

“Apologize.”

He eyes you in confusion, then turns to the corner. Squinting his eyes, he slowly inches forward.

“Mikey?”

Your nunchuk-wielding friend steps out from the shadows with a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hey Raph, fancy seeing you here.”

“Mikey,” the older brother hisses, “you’re the reason I had to waste my time coming over here. I’m gonna pum-”

“Raphael Hamato you better knock it off! How can you treat your brother the way you did and then have the balls to come here and ridicule him even more!?” You move to hit him again.

He holds out his arms to stop the oncoming swing, “Wait what are you talking about?”

Your piercing (e/c) orbs narrow, pinning Raph. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You called him useless and made him feel like crap. Do you really not care enough to even remember?”

Raph whips his head to look at his brother. “You actually thought that I meant it? Of course I don’t think you’re useless, are you really that stupid?” You whack him again and he quickly remedies his “apology”. “I mean,” he clears his throat, “look, I’m sorry and I didn’t mean it. Can I go now?”

“Really Raph? Really?”

“It’s cool (Y/n).” Mikey interrupts, throwing you a soft smile. “Yeah you can go now, see you later bro. Imma hang here a bit with my main compadre. Maybe brainstorm some ideas for the Mikester, ya know?” It amazed you to see how quick Mikey was to forgive. It only made you like him more.

Raph rolls his eyes, “Yeah whatever. Don’t be out too late. I don’t want to hear our great leader whine about it.” His gaze shifts to you, but he didn’t quite meet your eyes. “Later.” He didn’t wait around to hear your response, slipping out of the same window he came in.

Mikey gives you a goofy grin. “Thanks dudette!”

Your tense shoulders fall as you relax, expression softening at your crush. “Anytime. I don’t know why you let him get away with all this crap though.”

He shrugs. “He’s my brother.” He leaves it at that, as if it excused everything.

Sighing in defeat, you toss him a Wii remote. “Up for a few rounds of Mario Kart?”

He practically bounces in childish glee, “Aw yeah!” He hops on your bed as you move to turn the TV on. “Oh and (Y/n)?”

You simply hum in acknowledgement.

“What’s on your computer?”

“Oh it’s just-” Wait.

Whirling, you sprint to the computer, promptly jamming the power button.

“N-Nothing!”