I DREW THE FAM

I DREW THE FAM 💙❤️💚🖤💛🧡💖

I’m so proud of myself it actually came out good!!!

Another Amazing Meme

Happy Pride 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

💙TFA Autobots💙

Pride headcanons: S/O that is out and proud

Optimus - He is happy for them and accompanies them to any events he can. Might find a way to get his team to be a part of the security, or stay on the outskirts of the events. If there are any workshops or seminars, he'd love to go and listen. His S/O getting them both history books and sitting down to discuss and learn together is what he loves the most. If he gets a sticker, he is putting one on the inside plating of his chassis. And the other on the inside of his windshield.

Ratchet - He is happy that they are able to express themself and tells them to enjoy the festivities. He isn't much for the crowds, and while he'll say they didn't have to get him anything, he'll keep anything they get him safely stored away.

Bumblebee - He is joining them on any events they end up going to and will find a way to keep a flag in the base. If he can't hang it above the tv he will have it on the wall of his habsuite. His alt gets a permanent decal.

Bulkhead - He's happy for them and will keep on the outskirts of the festivities. He offers his help in decorating the Community centres and painting murals after the events are over. If he gets a sticker or a small flag, he's putting it somewhere safe as a memory.

Prowl - He will be observing from the edges, content with seeing his S/O being able to enjoy themself so much. His holoform will be wearing a pride patch during and after the month is over, and if he is given a sticker he will think hard about where to put it before he does it.

Jazz - He's a DJ at the events his S/O goes to. If he wasn't able to get the spot, he'd go walk with his S/O in his holoform and coax them into dancing. He gets a sticker first and sticks it on his windshield, and gets a flag to hang in his hab later on.

Sentinel - He would not go to a gathering of organics, and would instead drop them off near any events. If they got him some kind of merch, he'd be a real tsundere about it. He'd put it on the inside of his altmode, or in a secret drawer in his habsuite, where he keeps all the trinkets his S/O ever gave to him. He secretly gets incredibly flustered and hates it.

Jettwins - They put on the most amazing air show for their S/O and any other spectators at the event. The humans can express themselves freely because they chose and fought for it, and that is admirable! They'd both want a sticker and would wear it proudly. Jetstorm would put it on his face and realize his mistake when it wouldn't come off.

Arcee - She is delighted they are expressing and sharing who they are with the world. She does worry somewhat at first, since she has reviewed the history of Pride, the reason why it exists and what the community at large is facing. She does join the festivities and educates participants on different subjects, agreeing to become a regular part of the local Community Center. She wears a permanent decal after working with the humans for half a year or so, and makes each Pride especially fun for her S/O. The parades and protests are always a place where the two of them can be found.

Blurr - He is happy for them and after doing research on the history of it, he accompanies his S/O to events. He finds a way to become a yearly addition to the security team, and occasionally joins his S/O in the festivities while in his holoform.

PLEASE I LOVE THIS FATHER DAUGHTER MOMENT WITH MIC (my oc) AND OPTIMUS

To Be a Father

A/N: I am pleasantly surprised at how well this turned out, and I must say I believe it to be one of the best that I’ve written! Hopefully you’ll think the same, haha.

Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there. You rock. <3

Title: To Be a Father

Summary: Optimus spends the day with you by the lake.

Words: 3048

It wasn’t often that Optimus Prime got a day off from his duties, but when he did, each time was more likely than not going to be spent with you. In previous years it had proved quite difficult to do so, as you had school to attend and lived with your family in an entirely different state, but as soon as you turned eighteen you took up an apprenticeship at NEST. Your brother, Sam, had also been offered one, but apparently he much preferred the quiet life as opposed to you, who took up the aspiration to somehow be involved in the military as soon as all things Cybertron came to Earth. Of course, Optimus adored the extra time he got to have with you, but he vaulted straight into what Will and Epps had dubbed his ‘Daddy Mode’ any time something even partially dangerous cropped up and completely refused when you asked to join him. You still shivered at how mad he’d been that one time when he’d discovered how you’d sneaked out of the Base to follow him and the other ‘Bots… granted, he’d only discovered you because a Decepticon had somehow managed to slice through your upper arm, and that was most likely the reason why he’d been so mad and refused even more from thereon after… but, still. You’d joined for the whole military experience, and that certainly wasn’t what you were receiving. 

It had come as somewhat of a shock at the beginning when Optimus began to act as though he were your father. After all, who could get used to seeing a robot look after a human as though she were his own? Nevertheless, that shock had subsided almost five years ago. Now, it would be a surprise if the alien Commander didn’t treat you as he did. Everyone had accepted it, and it was practically custom at the Base to expect nothing less than Optimus being the one they go to when something concerned you.

He was your guardian, no doubts about it, and neither of you would have it any different.

“I can’t throw this to you!”

Lake Chelan was beautiful on a summer’s day. The cool, blue-grey water glistened in the evening sun, dancing on the the small ripples of waves as they glossed over the surface. The trees surrounding it rustled in the warm breeze, leaves toppling off and floating down to the grassy ground where they lay surrounded by wild flowers and mounds of dew-dropped blades of emerald.

Both you and Optimus had first visited it when exploring the new Headquarter’s surroundings in Washington. Thankfully, it had been winter at the time, so the place had been empty enough that nobody noticed the thirty-two foot alien robot trekking through the trees with a human sitting on his right shoulder, and the two of you had been able to explore as thoroughly as possible. It must have been on the third trip to the lake that you’d stumbled - and quite literally at that. Optimus had tripped over a fallen log and barrelled straight through a rather large canopy of trees and bushes - across what you’d since dubbed your ‘secret hideaway’. It was a beautiful area of the lake which had seemed pretty undisturbed, housing all sorts of creatures that unfortunately ran as soon as Optimus came crashing through their home. It was overgrown, dotted with flowers which were all the colours of the rainbow, right next to the glittering lake, and it was utterly beautiful. Optimus had done his best to arrange all the trees and such back into the places they had previously been so that it would remain a secret to everybody but the both of you, and, so far, even after four or so years, neither of you had encountered anyone else in that part of the lake. 

Today was one of those rare days in which the Prime has been given a day off, along with many other men at NEST. It was what the humans called ‘Father’s Day’, and those who had children to return home to had been granted permission to do so. Optimus was no exception. He had bustled you into his truck and sped off towards Lake Chelan with absolutely no sign of hesitation, and the two of you had been there for six hours, now. The sun was beginning to set, casting a magnificent glow over the shining lake and painting a gorgeous canvas of reds and oranges and yellows in the clear sky. He doubted the both of you would get home at all tonight, if your complete lack of boredom had anything to say about it, but he couldn’t admit that he cared that much. He did not mind where he was, as long as he was with you, and you were happy. The moment he returned home, work and his duties would slap him right back in the face.

“Of course you can.”

“No, I can’t. This is Will’s ball, and I’m not gonna return it to him, completely squashed, with a crappy explanation like ‘I threw it to Optimus and he burst it’.” You gave the ‘Bot a look, hugging the blue blow-up ball to your chest, and Optimus chuckled. He was sat on the ground, one leg stretched out in front of him while the other was bent at the knee, and both arms braced on the grass behind him. He was the most relaxed he’d been in quite a while, and most stoic generals who marvelled at the Autobots every time they visited NEST would more than likely feel faint at one sight of the position the stern and battle-ready robot was currently in. 

He shook his head. “You over-estimate my strength,” he told you, and you scoffed.

“Nobody can over-estimate your strength.” You turned and threw the ball in the air. “We’ll have to find a bigger ball.”

“One that is not plastic.”

“And one that won’t burst at a slight touch of your finger.”

Optimus smiled. “We best get to searching once we return, then.”

You mirrored his smile, throwing the ball once again. A bird flew over you, followed by a couple of what you supposed to be its babies, and you couldn’t help but laugh as Optimus immediately moved his head, not fancying another case in which birds attempted to nest on him. Waking up with an itching feeling and reaching his hand up only to pull back in surprise when the ruffle of feathers and cacophony of chirping reached his audio receptors was not something he wanted to experience again. You had not stopped laughing for at least half an hour after while he sat, back resting against a tree, arms crossed over his chest and the most ill-tempered look on his face.

You threw the ball up once again and quickly clasped your hands together, bouncing it on your fists when gravity pulled it down. One of those hands immediately came up to clap over your mouth as the ball flew straight towards the Prime and hit him right in the optic. He made a shout of both surprise and discomfort, one of his flapping arms covering where it had hit. “Ow…”

“Optimus, I am soho sorry,” you apologised, though the giggles spilling from your mouth did not aid at all in moving that apology along the right path. “I didn’t- Ihihi didn’t mean to do thahat.” 

Optimus grumbled something in Cybertronian under his breath. “When do you ever…” he muttered.

You shrugged. “At least it wasn’t the birds.”

The ‘Bot narrowed his optics and immediately made to leap up after you, causing you to squeal, turn around and dive into the water. Optimus’s mood changed immediately and he frantically shook his head, leaning forward and making a grab for you, but you were already completely submerged. “Those are the only clothes we have with us, Y/N,” he lightly scolded as you reached the surface and gasped for air, hair plastered over your grinning face.

“I don’t care! The water’s warm!”

“That is what you said the last time before you proceeded to come down with the influenza.” He heaved a sigh and leaned back, seeing that there was nothing he could do now. If you suffered through another nasty sickness, then he couldn’t say he hadn’t tried to stop you. 

“I’m gonna swim to the other side,” you told him, and he rose an optic ridge.

“Are you, now?”

Biting your lip, you swam up to the edge of the lake and crossed your arms over on the grass, resting your chin on top of them. “Optimus,” you said, gaining a very sweet smile, “can I swim to the other side of the lake? Pretty please?”

The Prime smiled. “Yes, but be careful out there. If you drown, do not expect me to save you.” He winked, cobalt optics twinkling mischievously, and you laughed.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Before the Prime could question what exactly that meant, you were off. He shook his head fondly and gazed out across the lake, marvelling at the mountains in the distance as the slight wind breezed over him. His silent peace was swiftly interrupted, however, as he noticed an incoming call. Frowning, he accepted it quickly. “Optimus Prime,” he said as way of greeting, sitting up.

“Optimus, hi. It’s Ron. Ron Witwicky.” The ‘Bot visibly relaxed at that, having previously been worried that it may have been Ratchet or somebody back at Base, telling him he needed to return due to an emergency.

“Good evening, Mister Witwicky,” he said. “How may I help you?”

“Ah, I was just wondering if Y/N was anywhere nearby? I tried calling her mobile but she won’t answer.” Optimus glanced over at the backpack you’d thrown by a tree a little way off. No doubt your phone had been going off in there for a while, but when you were faced with nature - especially when you were with him - electronics no longer became a thing of existence to you.

“Yes, she is here, though…” He turned his head slightly, noticing how you were still splashing through the water. “I am afraid she is quite far out in the lake as of now.”

He heard Ron chuckle. “At Lake Chelan, are you?”

“We are, yes.” 

“Typical. Said she’d ring me this afternoon to wish me a Happy Father’s Day and it’s, what? Six pm, now?” He breathed a laugh, and Optimus could imagine him shaking his head fondly. “That girl, Optimus, I swear to God.”

The Prime smiled. “I apologise on her behalf, Mister Witwicky,” he said. “I shall remind her to call you once she gets back.”

“Yes, you do that, big guy. Tell her her dad’s been spending the day drinking beer and watching her mom’s channels on TV. Make her feel guilty.” 

Optimus threw back his head and laughed. “Oh, I will,” he said. “Where’s Sam?”

“With his girlfriend, I expect. He called in this morning, which was great, but it’s pretty tough not having a Father’s Day hug from my little girl for the first time ever.” Ron’s voice drifted off a little, and Optimus nodded to himself, completely understanding. You were, after all, his only daughter and youngest child. To have you living hours away from him must be extremely trying, for both you and your parents - and Sam, at that. Primus knew how difficult it was for him to cope when you had to leave to go back home and he knew that he would not see you for another few months. He could only imagine how your family felt.

“Of course,” he said understandingly, “though she will be visiting fairly soon, remember that. She misses you and her mother, also, as she does Sam. I am sorry it is proving hard for you.”

“Oh, don’t be sorry. She’s eighteen - I sometimes forget that’s how old she is - and she’s gotta go out and make her own way at some point, right? I’m damn happy she has you with her. If she didn’t… let me tell you, Optimus, both Judy and I would be worried sick. But the simple fact that you’re keeping an eye on her means the world to us.”

The Autobot smiled. “I assure you, Mister Witwicky, I am keeping both eyes on her. She is safe, and I’m sure it will give you great relief to know that she is very happy. She gets on tremendously well with the rest of the men, and, as you know, my ‘Bots are every bit as much her protectors as I am.”

“That means a lot, pal, thank you. It really does.”

“Hey, Optimus! There’re fish out here!” The Autobot glanced up as your voice echoed around the lake, and he smiled when he saw you out in the middle, treading water while you spun around, seemingly following the fish beneath you.

“See if you are quick enough to catch one for your dinner!” he called back, and if he was close enough he was positive he would have seen you roll your eyes. He heard chuckling on the other end of the line. “I assume you heard that?” he asked, and Ron’s laughter grew.

“I did, indeed. You wouldn’t think she was eighteen, would you?”

“No. She still has that flare of innocence and complete youthfulness that I remember seeing in her all those years ago.”

It was silent for a moment before the man spoke again. “We did good with her, didn’t we?” he said, and though Optimus sub-consciously frowned for a moment, wondering what he meant by ‘we’, he nodded.

“Yes,” he replied, “I believe we did.”

“You know, this is as much your Father’s Day as it is mine, Optimus.”

Ah. That must have been what he meant. Optics widening the smallest bit, he opened his mouth to speak before shutting it again and waiting a moment. “It… is?”

“Yeah, pal, of course. You’ve known her for as long as she can remember! You’re her guardian, her protector… she considers you her family. Hell, we all do. That kid wouldn’t be half the person she is today without your help, Optimus. You keep her out of trouble, both when she’s with you and when she’s here at home.” He paused for a second. “Do you remember that time she got so moody just because she missed you? She was fourteen, then.”

Optimus’s face softened as he immediately plunged back into some of the sweetest memories of his life. “I do,” he said. “Sam called me up and asked me to talk some sense into her, and I told her not to be upset on my account and to simply think about the fun we would have when she came to visit in the summer.”

“And she cheered right up,” Ron said, smile evident in his voice.

Optimus weakly shrugged. “Patience is not one of her strong suits.”

“Yeah, definitely not,” the man said with a laugh. “Look, what I’m trying to say here is… you are a father to her. Whether you like it or not, whether you meant for it to happen or not, you are, and you’re a pretty amazing one at that. I’m thankful for you, Optimus, really, I am. You’ve shone a light on our girl’s life that I would never have been able to put there alone. You devote a lot of your own life to her, even though you’re busy as hell, you reprimand her, praise her, look after her when she’s sick, teach her what’s right and wrong… sometimes I’m learning from you. You are what it means to be a father.”

Optimus was, quite honestly, a little lost for words. Of course, he had always seen himself as some sort of father-figure to you, but to hear your actual father say it himself meant more to him than he could ever have imagined. He’d always worried about it - about how much time he was spending with you compared to how much you were spending with Ron. Would he ever be jealous? Upset? Angry, even? That someone else had stepped into your life and was now sharing his role as father? He would never wish to take that away from either of you, but to completely give up this role would have been torture for him, so he hadn’t. And yet that thought had always been nagging in the back of his mind. Nevertheless, to hear that your father was, in fact, one hundred percent grateful and, in actuality, relieved for the support in raising you gave peace to his entire being.

A smile spread across his face, and he couldn’t help but sigh in what could only be relief. “I cannot explain in words what that means to me, Mister Witwicky. I hold what you have said very close to my spark, and I can only say that it is my absolute honour to be able to share this with you. I love helping in looking after your daughter, and I love her. More than I will ever be able to say. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing but my pleasure, Optimus, honestly. Who else can say they share fathering duties with an alien robot, huh?”

Optimus chuckled, turning his head to gaze out at the lake yet again and easily catching sight of you continuously diving under the water and resurfacing seconds later, apparently trying your luck at catching a fish. His smile widened. “Not many people, I would assume,” he said.

“She still swimming?”

“Yes, though I can call her back if you wish to speak with her now?”

“Oh, no, no. I want her to spend this day with at least one of her dads. I’ll call her later.”

The Prime nodded. “Alright. It was nice speaking with you.”

“And you. Happy Father’s Day, Optimus.”

Looking back across the lake once more, Optimus was surprised, to say the least, when he saw you splashing around in the water, a fish struggling in your hands. He rose an optic ridge, lost for words for a brief moment, before he blinked and shook his head, breathing a soft laugh.

Ah, the joys of fatherhood.

“Happy Father’s Day, Ron.”

Them💖

Can I request a ROTTMNT turtles x friend!female!reader where she is having really hard and tough times in her life (like myself lol) and they try everything to cheer her up. Like Mikey cooking , Donnie inventing something, Raph playing a game with her and Leo doing something special (maybe the reader having a little crush on him) since I really liked the dynamic you wrote on your fic of Snow Day between reader and Leo. Please? I need some comfort from my favorite boys from all the angst that I’m dealing with now. (Leo has always been my favorite)

Tmnt Masterlist. Ultimate Masterlist. AL Masterlist

A little TLC

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You've been having it rough lately. Schoolwork was piling up, your relationship between your parents was strained, your social life was nonexistent. You just wanted to take a moment to breathe but always felt like your life was on a cycle, never being truly able to stop and just smell the flowers.

The boys had noticed this, after seeing how tired and unenthusiastic you were they decided to take it into their own hands. They had spent hours planning the perfect day for you, with the goal being to have fun and relax. They worked around your already packed schedule, just somehow managing to arrange a Saturday to see you. You had gone against it at first, not because you didn't want to see them, no, mainly because of all the work you had to get done; plus finding a job for the Summer.

The night before you were supposed to go down to the lair, you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head as you passed out the moment your back hit the softness of your bed.

The alarm on your phone blasted through your bedroom, alerting you straight away, posture straight as you wiped some dried drool from your lips. Moving to turn the alarm off, you noted that it was, in fact, a phone call. Placing the device next to your ear, you practically flinched when a loud voice yelled from the other end:

"WHERE YOU AT, SON!"

You could tell it was Mikey, he had a sense of urgency when he screamed. You scrambled to apologise, figuring you overslept, even through six alarms. You dashed from your bed the moment the call ended, wading through piles of clothes since you hadn't had a chance to clean your room for a while. God, how could you be late! You had such a compact schedule and you're late!

With all your stuff shoved into a tote bag, you leapt out the door, giving a small goodbye to your parents as you left. You had ran through New York, finding the sewer hole that was closest to the lair so you didn't have to trek through miles of sewage. Finally seeing the bright light that illuminated the sewer pipe and the cheers, you tiredly smiled to yourself and sludged the rest of the way, gripping your bag that little bit tighter.

"(Y/N), you made it!" Raph beamed, the four brothers running up to your hunched form. You smiled weakly at them, mentally checking off social interaction from your to-do list. Donnie had taken your bag with no words said, the claw that outstretched from his battle shell swaying it carefully as he followed behind you. Leo had wrapped an arm around your shoulders, dragging you impossibly closer to his plastron, a sense of heat rose to your cheeks at the proximity.

Mikey and Raph were bouncing around in front of you both, clearly excited over the activities they had planned today. "Okay, so first is baking with Mikey, then Donnie said he had somethin' to show you. After that, it's gamin' time against yours truly aaannnndddd," Raph trailed off, counting on his three fingers. Leo squeezed your arm and sent one of his signature smirks down at you, "Then, I get to show you something that I've been working on." he finished. Curse the butterflies in your stomach and the way your heart fluttered at his tone.

You were suddenly whipped from Leo's embrace, trailing your eyes to the hand that dragged you to the kitchen. Mikey gleamed at you, waving his finger around as he spoke, "Ah ah ah, we gotta get baking!" he cheered. You smiled at his antics and happily followed him through the kitchen entrance. You oogled all the bowls full of ingredients, curious about what you were actually making since no one had told you. Mikey threw an apron at your head, the fabric messing up your hair as it covered your face. Tilting it with the tips of your fingers, you saw Mikey laughing as he started picking up bowls.

The cake was finally in the oven, it had felt like the whole process took hours away from your life. The kitchen was a mess, which wasn't really a surprise, the others had come in during your...demonstration and immediately left when they saw the state of the countertops. You and Mikey were leaning against said countertops out of breath and panting for air, who knew baking could take so much out of you? While the cake cooked Mikey insisted on cleaning the pots all by himself, he pushed your stubborn ass out of the kitchen and demanded you went to see Donnie.

So, like the good girl you were, you marched to Donnie's lab, shaking splats of flour off of your shirt. Knocking on the cold lab doors, Donnie's head poked out, his goggles covering his tired eyes, "Ah, it's you, oh good!" he smiled, yet it seemed more wicked than anything else. Following in behind him, you marvelled at all the tech and blueprints pinned to the walls, you never realised how big this place was.

"Now, I know you've been struggling with finding a job recently, sooooo, I complied a list of every available job, set to your standards, throughout the whole of New York." Donnie handed you a thick stack of papers, each neatly presented with the job, location, wage, employees, everything! "This must have taken you ages, D." You were at a loss for words, this was so generous of him and to want nothing in return too. Donnie shrugged, your comments feeding his ego nicely, "Aaah, nonsense, only took about three days to do, plus April helped a bunch. I would have given it to you digitally but Splinter took all my tablets."

"Why'd he do that?" you asked, suddenly curious. Donnie puffed out a breath of frustration, his arms crossing over his chest with a pout to top it all off, "It was something along the lines of 'Purple stop hacking into the military, it's a federal offence' blah blah blah." Donnie mimed Splinter with his hand, his voice emotionless as he spoke. You giggled, of course, Donnie would hack into the military on a broken Ipad, what couldn't he do?

Moving on from Donnie's escapades with the law, you had entered the arcade, your body immediately drenched in neon lights. Raph was sat waiting for you in front of a large screen, two gaming controllers laid in each hand. He simply gave one to you then turned back to the screen with a smirk, "Ready to lose?" he laughed, "In your dreams!" you quipped back, taking your seat. The first game was just a basic racing title, you had spent years playing these types of games with your dad so you knew your way around the course. Raph had been constantly muttering under his breath as he watched your avatar overlap him for the 2nd time that round.

You had given up on the racing title, definitely not because a certain someone raged quit and decided to play something else. Raph had insisted on playing a dancing game next since they had it readily available somehow. Moving over to the mat, Raph started up the game and the match was on. Your feet fumbled with the steps, losing rhythm quite quickly. Meanwhile, Raph was sailing through the game, which caught you by surprise since you know how clumsy he can be. You heaved yourself away from the bright lights once Raph was announced victorious, he started dancing in victory then cringed when he pulled a muscle. He fell to the ground in pain and stressed you should move on, don't let him hold you back.

"Ya goof," you smiled, turning your back to him and leaving the arcade. Today had been so much fun, baking with Mikey, Donnie helping you with finding a job and competing against Raph in some video games. You definitely needed the break, you could start to feel your eyes droop shut, a yawn ripping from your lips. There was just one turtle left...Leonardo. You could feel your cheeks tinge red when your thoughts drifted over to the red-eared slider, just something about him made your teenage heart soar.

Deciding to go to his room, where he most likely was, you pushed the flimsy blue curtain aside and flopped onto his bed. Leo looked up from his perched position amongst his pillows, his eyes looking over the top of his comic book. A devilish smirk crossed his lips, "Looks like someone's had fun today, huh?" he could feel your head nodding while planted in his bedding. Leo felt a chuckle rumble through his body, placing the comic aside, he sat up and poked your shoulders until you did the same.

"Ready for your surprise?" he asked, eyes beaming with just as much excitement. You hummed in response, now moving to the empty space on his bed, his warmth still lingering. Leo moved around his room, "Keep your eye shut, okay?" he commanded. It was probably the easiest job you had had all day, your eyelids closed on their own, darkness clouding your vision. It was so peaceful, the soft bed, the warmth, the residual scent that was Leo.

Leo let out a yelp when he finally found your gift, hidden amongst his Jupiter Jim figures on the opposite side of his room. Turning back to you, eyes on the gift, he smiled widely, "Okay, I don't wanna say you're gonna love this gift, but you are totally gonna love this gift." he bragged, quite confident in himself. When he took his attention away from the gift in his hands and onto your sleeping form, he could feel his shoulders relax. Approaching you with a loving smile, Leo placed the gift on his bedside and ran his fingers through the tuffs of your hair; laughing when clumps of flour stained his hand.

"Huh, guess we tired you out." he mused to himself, slightly grumpy he didn't get to spend as much time with you awake than his brothers. Thinking quickly, Leo pulled the blanket from the edge of the bed over your form, restraining himself from crying at how cute you looked snuggled in his bed. "Sleep well, (Y/N)." he whispered, moving to leave his room. He flicked the lights off on the way out then made his way to the projector room where the others were held up.

"Where's (Y/N)?" Donnie asked with a tilt of his head. Leo gasped in offence, "Do you not care about me, dear brother of mine?"

"No," Donnie deadpanned, earning an annoyed grunt from Leo. Pushing his dorky brother aside, Leo jumped onto the back of the recliner and slid down until his shell reached cushion, "If you must know, she's fast asleep in my bed."

"She's sleeping? But we didn't get to try the cake yet." Mikey moaned, Raph patted him on the shell, offering a warm smile, "Don't worry about it, little bro, (Y/N)'s gonna wake up sooner or later and then you can eat cake."

"What's stopping us from doing it now?" Donnie mewled, eyes widening when he saw the tasty treat, a hiss passing his lips. He hunched over the cake, ready to pounce on it. Raph slapped the back of Donnie's head sending the boy to the ground, away from the cake, "Donnie quit it with your middle child nonsense!"