Why is he my fave? đ
just gonna leave this here
WHAT ARE WE?!
WRITERS!!!
WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?!
WRITE!!!!!
WHEN ARE WE GONNA DO IT?!
((Disgruntled muttering))
Way too accurate
i had three fic ideas. wrote one. i still have three fic ideas. this is not how math is supposed to work.
Muse- MikeyxReader
Words: 400
A/N: I decided to use bayverse Mikey because⌠heâs too cute >v <
âHey, Y/N. Wanna be my muse?â
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Writing is a process that often undergoes heavy edits⌠that includes responding to feedback.Â
My baby đ
Mikey in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2 Trailer
That was awesome!
reasons why people with ADHD lie
we didn't remember what was happening and our brain made something up we only later realized wasn't true.
no one believes us when we tell the truth so it's easier to lie.
we didn't realize we were lying until the words were already out.
we have a complicated relationship to truth in that we rarely know what it is until we're told/have it affirmed to us.
My insomnia kept me up last night, so I took the opportunity to think about new short stories. And, heck, I rarely write for Mikey. WHAT A SHAME. Hereâs something cute~ Sorry itâs short.
Reader is gender neutral :)
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Imagine stumbling into the turtleâs lives by pure accident, falling from a fire escape and landing right into their arms. Theyâre expecting you to be shocked or scared or somethingâŚbut youâre barely even phased at the sight of the giant turtles standing in front of you.
Why?
âWell, Iâve seen at least one of you over the yearsâŚlike, a lot.â
Leonardo is stunned.
Stupidly, obviously stunned. Always so proud of his ninja training, he takes great pleasure in being the âunseen.â Just a shadow in a darkened alley, a swift blur in the corner of a strangerâs eye, a stolen sight that one might brush away as mere imagination and nothing more. So knowing that youâve caught them numerous times is, well, a little embarrassing for him.
Okay, itâs more like a lot.
âWho have you seen?â He asks quietly.
âWell,â you said as you carefully gathered the books and papers that had spilled from your bag, âIâm actually pretty sure it was you. Iâve seen you running over the rooftops a lot and I remember your swords.â
And now it was just plain humiliating. Raph scoffed in utter delight, already coming up with a million and one smug remarks to make, and he could see Donnie and Mikey sharing smiles. All the times heâd scolded his brothers about being more careful, warning them to avoid being seen, were now coming back to haunt him. Oh, he was never going to hear the end of this, he just knew it! They would be bringing this up for years and years.
Leonardo looked away from his brothers and back towards you, watching as you carefully inspected your phone for chips and cracks.
âIf itâs damaged, I can fix that,â Donnie said helpfully.
âI think itâs okayâŚâ you replied, âBut thank you. And thanks for catching me before I, you know, fell to my death.â
âUhâŚanytime.â Leonardo replied, his brain feeling fuzzy from the embarrassment and confusion.
âSee you guys around.â
And just like that you were gone, walking off into the city and leaving Leonardo standing with his brothers. At once the teasing heâd already been expecting started up, Raph ragging on him and the other two only joyfully encouraging him, but for onceâŚhe didnât care. Not even when Don joked about telling Splinter, not when Raph told him he ought to train more. Instead he watched you walk away and wondered when he might see you again.
Perhaps next time he was running across the rooftops, heâd stop and say helloâŚ
Donatello isnât really too surprised.
Statistically speaking, a good number of New Yorkers have seen that turtles from time to time. After all, theyâve been living in the city for all of their twenty-two years and have been active on the surface for eight of those now. There are quite a few humans out there whoâve caught a look at them, leading to stories of some sort of man-eating turtle cryptid living in the city waterwaysâŚthere are some interesting sites out there.
But math doesnât lie and youâre not the only one who has seen themâŚjust one of the few who has gotten to actually meet them.
âReally?â Mikey piped up.
âYeah,â you replied with a shrug. âBut itâs not really a big deal or anything. I mean, this is New York City after all. Iâd honestly be a lot more surprised if there werenât giant turtles running around here at night.â
âHow many times have you seen us?â Leonardo questioned, his blue eyes glancing sharply at his brothers.
âA lot of times through the years. Running around on the rooftops, getting into a few fights with gang bangersâŚactually, you know, I think Iâve seen him more then the rest of you.â
You had pointed right at Donatello when you made that little comment and already he could feel Leonardoâs glare settle on the back of his shell. He wondered if his elder brother would care too much about his argument for statisticsâŚprobably not! But you were smiling a little, brushing the dirt off of the Dittos that covered your black dress.
âAndâŚyouâre cool with that?â Donnie asked.
âYup.â
âThenâŚso are we! Right, guys?â
His brothers chimed in, agreeing with the sentiment. And with that, you were off, grabbing your button-covered bag and walking away to catch your bus.
âSee you aroundâŚ?â
âUh, Donnie. My nameâs Donnie.â
âLater, Donnie.â
Forgetting about the impending doom that loomed over him (he could already hear Leonardoâs scolding and feel that sting in his muscles from Master Splinterâs punishment, which was sure to be brutal and terribly clever), Donatello grinned to himself as you vanished into the cityâŚbut he was certain that he would see you again.
And maybe you wouldnât mind that at allâŚ
Michelangelo is curious.
You saw them? For years? And you didnât freak out or anything? That was rare for humans. Even compassionate people like April got a little freaked and, yeah, he couldnât really blame anyone for screamingâŚstill hurt though. They were no monsters, even if some people thought otherwise (Donnie had shown them those cryptid sites and he hadnât liked that much). Heâd been expecting screaming or fainting or somethingâŚ
And yet here you were, cool as a cucumber!
âJust one of us?â Donatello asked, clearly eager for answers. âDo you know which one?â
âOhâŚI dunnoâŚâ you murmured, running a hand through your hair as you thought it over. âHeâs an artist.â
At once Michelangelo felt his Leo and Don glaring at him and Raph, both who claimed that honorable role as artists. The two brothers shared a guilty glance, each of them wondering who had earned himself one of Leonardoâs long lectures.
âIâve seen him spray painting these gorgeous pieces! Thereâs these blue angel wings and this neon melting heart by the place I work-â
âMikey!â Leonardo snapped, Don slapping the back of his head simultaneously.
âYouâre Il Divino?â
Well, his secret was out. Michelangelo had been sneaking out every so often to paint the worn out brick and cracked concrete of New York City with his artâŚand now everyone knew. Including the pretty human in front of him. The fact that she liked his art so much made it possible to pretend that he wasnât about to be destroyed by his brothers.
âI love your artâŚespecially that roses beneath the bridge!â you chirped happily. âItâs been a while since Iâve seen it around.â
âIâve been, uh, busy.â
âWellâŚâ you said, picking up your sharpie-covered messenger bag, âif your schedule clears up, I hope to see your work again.â
âYeahâŚâ
Then you were gone, giving the turtle a little smile as you walked away. Already he was planning a new piece, something with neon pinkâŚand a girl with a bright smile. Leonardoâs lecture began as Raph and Don walked away, laughing to themselves.
And Mikey was stunned totally stupid, wondering what you would think of his next pieceâŚ
Maybe heâd get to ask you!
Raphael is unsure.
From the second you nearly fell on top of Leonardo, heâd been expecting the whole shebang. Screaming, panicking, all that good stuff. It happened to them about every time a human managed to find them, a guy starts to expect it. But you could not care less and heâŚ
Heâs the confused one right now.
Since getting back on your feet, you hadnât been even a little phased. Perhaps the fall had scared you but the turtles had not. Straightening your jacket, the metal and plastic pins caught his eye. A lightning bolt, several sarcastic phrases, a red eye. They were cool. You were cool, sighing as you looked back at the turtles.
âWhen have you seen one of us?â Leonardo asked. âWho?â
âI dunnoâŚwhich one of you likes to stand on rooftops and angrily scream into the sky a couple times a week?â
At once all of his brothers turned and looked right at him, an unspoken answer to your question. Raph looked away, face hot and eyes burning. Raphâs temper was well known to his familyâŚand apparently to you too.
âUhâŚya heard me, huh?â
âActually, I screamed back at you once. I believe I told you you to get your crap together and stop throwing fits at four in the fucking morning.â
âThat was you?â
Hands on your hips, you looked at the turtle with confidence and attitude. It was almost like you were daring him to snap back, ready for a bite backâŚhe almost wanted to take you up on it! You were not, he realized, even a little bit afraid of him. Shocking for a human but strangely comforting at the same time for the turtle.
âYup.â
âWhy ainât ya mad at me?â
âI was for a while. But then I saw you beating some Purple Dragons into the dirt and I thought, eh, give the guy a chance.â
Raphael grinned, chuckling beneath his breath. Clearly, you were not like most other humans. He felt certain that if aliens landed right here in font of you, youâd probably just tell them to get out of your way because you were late and trying to get home.
âI gotta go. Itâs nice to finally meet youâŚ?â
âRaphael.â
âLater, Raphael.â
He liked it. The glint in your eyes and edge to your grin, the way you said his nameâŚthere was just something about you that he liked. And there was something else telling him that this wasnât the last time heâd see you.
He was looking forward to it.