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Mmmm Turtle

Mmmm turtle

WAIT!!! HAD AN IDEA FOR MIKEY X READER (u don't

have to take this, just makes me feel bettersharing).

But like, what If Mikey ends up crushingon the teachers pet and tries winning them over bybeing a goof but they're just very strict on school and not interested. Then they get paired up for a school project 👀

STUDY BUDDIES

—mm!mikey x fem!reader

SUMMARY: in which a overly friendly turtle tries to make friends with an intelligent workaholic.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is such a great idea! you guys always have such big brains. i love the dynamic between the reader and mikey already.

the sun shone bright on eastman high school, rays of warmth beamed through the windows.

oh, how mikey loved his window seat in this class. he was able to look out the glass and get lost in the peaceful school grounds. well, not for long.

a hand reaches in front of him, snapping swiftly.

“hey!” a feminine voice whisper-shouted. “you should pay attention. the teacher will catch you daydreaming.”

mikey looked at the person sitting beside him, his three-fingered hand parted from his cheek to rest on the smooth wood of his desk.

mikey looked straight at her. and boy, did his mind race. you were gorgeous, and your voice. oh, your voice…

your tone was soft and comforting, with a bit of warmth. but you sounded concerned, a little bit irritated. that didn’t matter to mikey, though. he was lost in your looks.

“uhm, stare much?” you ask, eyes narrowed.

“yeah, totally…” mikey swooned, leaning on his hand again. he definitely was head over heels for her. he didn’t even noticed what he was saying.

“i-i mean, uhm— sorry.“ mikey stuttered, earning a raised eyebrow from you. you turn away, now focusing on the chalkboard and the teacher scribbling on it.

thirty minutes pass, and mikey gathers up his stuff. that’s when the teacher’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“michelangelo, y/n, come over here. i need to talk to you both about something.” he instructed, and mikey groaned quietly.

“i told you uh, sir. it’s just mikey.” he reminded the teacher, who furrowed his brows. with a frown, he approached the teacher’s desk. you followed close behind.

“what is it? i’ve got chess club.” you asked, growing impatient.

“well, forget that. if you were listening, mr. michelangelo and ms. y/n, you’d know that your math assignment is due tomorrow.”

you rubbed your temples and mikey groaned even louder this time.

“luckily for you,” he said, cutting mikey’s whines off, “i have paired you two together to work on the assignment. don’t mess up, and you won’t fail. if you do, i’ll tell both of your parents.”

you frowned, “but sir, i haven’t—“

“a-bup-bup! no, don’t ‘but sir’ me. you heard what i said.” and with that, the teacher waved his hand dismissively.

you facepalmed, now standing outside of the classroom.

“you know this is all your fault, right?” you glared at the turtle, and he pouted.

“what? how is it my—“

“you kept staring, so he noticed. i warned ya, and now i’m in trouble too.”

mikey rolled his eyes, pumping a fist.

“c’mon! we won’t mess up. we just have to work together.” mikey encouraged her, to no avail.

“fat chance. you do your work, and i’ll do mine. we aren’t working together.” you stated, jabbing him in the shoulder as you brushed past him.

“teach won’t like it if we’re not doing it together. he was pretty serious about the partners thing.” mikey pointed out, which made you stop in your tracks.

you sighed, shoulders tensed. how could this turtle outsmarted me?

“ugh, fine. you’ve got me there. but no staring, got it?” you narrowed your eyes.

“right. sorry about that, by the way.” mikey rubbed his neck, now following you to the library.

“whatever, let’s just go to the library and get this over with.” you said, waving your hand for him to catch up.

before long, you and mikey were sat down at a table. you were scribbling down math answers while mikey hovered over your paper.

“didn’t i say no staring?” you grumbled.

“but i’m not staring at you. i’m staring at the paper.” mikey smiled slyly, glancing at you.

“you do know that we’re supposed to work together, right? just let me answer some questions.” he said, reaching for the paper you were using.

you rolled your eyes, “fine. but you better not get some answers wrong.”

“relax. i’m plenty good at… mathematics.” mikey said, pausing to think in the middle of his sentence.

“you better be.”

mikey looked over your surprisingly neat handwriting before writing down some answers of his own.

“say, this stuff you wrote is pretty good. how’d you get so good at this?” he asked, glancing up at you.

you cross your arms, “practice and commitment. the keys to success.”

you tried to keep your composure, but a soft smile spread itself on your face. no one ever asked you about yourself, you were mostly alone during the school hours. maybe this turtle wouldn’t be such a bad partner after all.

“cool, cool.” mikey said. he didn’t really understand what you meant, but went along with it. you sounded like you weren’t going to glare or groan at him, which was a good start. maybe his daydreams would come true.

the next morning, you both were returning your papers to the mathematics teacher with high hopes. you really hoped this would go well.

“well, i must admit, good job.” the teacher said before taking off his glasses, “i’m not surprised, i knew you could do it. all you had to do was—“

“work together.” mikey interrupted him, looking at you, “right, y/n?”

you let out a sigh of relief, “yeah, right. we just had to work together.”

“so…am i allowed to stare now?”

“we’re not there yet.”