Bayverse Michelangelo X Reader - Tumblr Posts

Could I request for headcanons of TMNT 2014 turtles heard their usually sweet crush GN Reader singing Wolf in A Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off?

Oooh! I remember this song from middle school. Brings back memories. I hope you enjoy! Remember requests are open!!

TMNT Bayverse! Turtles hearing GN! Reader sing to a different type of music

Raphael

• Oh god where do I start. You and Raphael were an unlikely pair to begin with. The terrapin knew there was something more about you other than your sweet nature.

• “Baa baa, black sheep, have you any soul? No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals? Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. Jill's a little whore, and her alibis are dirty tricks.” You sang, a singular earbud in, hearing yourself with your free ear.

• Raphael was a bit surprised, but it had only proved his theory there was more to you then any one knew. “I fucking knew it.” Swiping a thumb over his lower lip, walking over to you. “What’s a pretty thing like you listening to such things like that.” He chuckled, noticing your embarrassment.

• Embarrassed was the least you were, in fact, you were more scared than anything. Your boyfriend scaring the hell out of you. “Raph! God- you scared the crap outta me!” You huffed, crossing your arms, turning to face the turtle. “And uh- you know I can have other interests.”

• Raphael couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the human in front of him, taking the earbud, putting it in his own ear. “It’s not half bad.” He muttered, watching you try to jump to get your earbud. “Hey! That’s mine!” “Sorry sweet cheeks, but I think I’m going explore this side of you a little longer.”

Donatello

• When he had first heard your music, he let you be. If it was your interest, he wouldn’t push on it. Though he did do some research, hearing a few lyrics from one of your songs. “Hmmm.” Pushing his glasses up, light reflecting against the lens.

• “Are you depressed?” Donatello asked, hearing you come into the lab, door shutting behind you. “Huh?” “According to my calculations and something searching. A certain type of people listen to what you’ve got playing right now.” Pointing to your earbud, barley able to feel the sound waves buzzing through, to which you were currently mumbling to.

• With a blanketed face of realization, you started to giggle. “No no Donnie. Here, listen.” Taking out your earbud, putting it into Donatellos own. You sink your teeth into the people you depend on. Infecting everyone, you're quite the problem

• The terrapins face was mostly unreadable, but after a moment he seemed to enjoy it. “My music has meanings hidden in them, I like to explore music as a whole Donnie. I’m not depressed. It helps me relax or get lost in my thoughts.” You explained. Nodding the purple turtle handed back your earbud.

• “Oh- uh sorry Y/n. Maybe you can send me a few links?” He asked, gesturing to your phone. “Actually I have another plan in mind.” Getting comfortable in his lap, you started to make a playlist on his computer, hooking it up to his speakers. As soon as you hit play, that was probably the loudest the lab had ever been.

Leonardo

• Leonardo wasn’t one to really judge anyone based on their interests so when he heard you singing to yourself in his room, he more curious than anything. “What’re you listening to hun?”

• Jumping at the terrapins voice, you threw your earbud on the bed, looking up. “Oh Leo. It’s just you.” Clutching your chest, taking in some deep breaths. “For the love of god please knock.”

• An amused smirk scribbled on his face, his sat on the edge of his bed, making it squeak. “It is my room Y/n.” He pointed out, looking down at the earbud, picking it up between his green fingers. “What is this?”

•Eyeing your boyfriend, you crawled over. “It’s called ‘Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing’. Give it a listen.”. Popping the earbud in, the terrapin furrowed his nonexistent eyebrows, listening to the lyrics and rhythm. After a few moments, he handed you back your earbud. “It’s not my type of music, but if you like it, go for it hun.”

• Lifting a brow, you opted to turn off your music. “You’re not gonna question it? I mean, it is a little different.” Shaking his head, he stood up, arching his back until he heard a satisfying pop. “Y/n, your music tastes are the least surprising thing I’ve experienced. I live with Mikey.” He joked, which was sort of rare for him. “Yeah.” You got up too, craning your neck to look at the turtle. “You’re right.” “Come on let’s get some pizza. The guys are waiting.”

Michelangelo

• This turtle was into anything. Rap, dubstep, pop, literally nothing was bad in his mind. I mean, he had his own playlist listing from Brittney Spears to 50 Cent.

• He knew you mostly listened to K-pop and such, which he didn’t mind. He didn’t understand what they were saying but he liked the beat and rhythm that was usually going on.

•But this was new. Seeing you singing along to one of your songs. “Now, let's not get overzealous here. You've always been a huge piece of shit. If I could kill you, I would.” Now this took him back a bit. It was a different genre for him, and especially for you. Nonetheless he was deterred.

• “Wow angelcakes. I’m liking it.” Announcing his presence. Before you could even react, the earbud was already in his ear. “But it’s frowned upon in all fifty statesssss.” He muttered, somewhat slow due to the lyrics being new to him. “You should’ve let me know you listen to this! It’s awesome!”

• It was your turn to be surprised, but at the same time you were happy. “I just thought you’d think it was weird.” Confessing to your terrapin, twiddling with your thumbs. “Come on, it’s not weird if you like it.” He replied, tossing a wink your way, making you blush. “Get over here, it’s getting to the chorus!” Pulling you into his lap, shoving the piece into your ear. He was right, this is awesome.

Could I request for headcanons of TMNT Bayverse Turtles to their s/o saying they know how it feels to be discriminated especially of something that they can't control when he asks how are they so open minded?

Of course! These are really creative. Hopefully you like it! Keep them requests coming. Remember I write for Bayverse!, 2012, and Rise!

Michelangelo

• Michelangelo, the fun loving terrapin never got upset. But when he did, he hit rock bottom. Earlier in the day, he had been watching television, as he always did. As the news channel popped up, the news anchor peaked his interest. The brothers had been would with the NYPD for little over a week, and it seemed as if they were covering an article on them.

• “The ‘Mutants’ have been working with our local police force, diligently solving case after case! While becoming hero’s of New York City, many are weary. What are these freaks up to? Are they really kind, or are thing you to something? The public is on edge for an answer! Now on to the constr-”

• Turning off the television, the youngest turtle got up, an expression that didn’t suit his features. “Do they just not understand?” He muttered, trudging to his room. They saved New York, the world! This is what they get in return?

• “Mikey!…Mikey!” Hands cupping around your lips, voice echoing throughout the walls, there was no sign of your turtle. You had saw the article being covered and knew you had to check up on your turtle. Starting to get worried, you began to search everywhere for the terrapin. To no avail, you made way to the last place you could think of, his room. What you saw…wasn’t your boyfriend.

• Sighing, his head being held up by a lonely hand, his other playing with the seems of this pants, he slowly looked over at his open door, seeing you look over at him. “How do you do it? How can you stay so open minded about this? They judge and judge. All we do is protect them.”

• “How do I do it?” Grabbing the terrapins large hand in yours, brushing your thumb over his knuckles, you offered him a soft smile. “I ignore it. It seems hard, but it gets easier over time. You’ll feel the words, their actions, punch you in the gut. You’ll get used to it, their reactions anyway. When you realize that all that matters is you and knowing who and what you are, you’ll become bullet proof. Even if you already are.” You giggled, watching as his blue hues started into your own. “You’re perfect the way you are. Turtle..human..it doesn’t matter. You’re a good person Mikey. Remember that.”

• Cupping his cheek, you peppered tiny kisses on his nose, making the youngest brother laugh and swat at your actions. “Okay okay! Knock it off!” He whisper-yelled, holding your face, stopping your little attack. “Maybe you’re right Y/n. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Shrugging playfully, you grasped his wrists. “Not have a super awesome person like me.” Laughing lightly, Michelangelo smushed his face with your, giving you a toothy kiss.

Raphael

• Tossing the newspaper to the ground, Raphael held a scowl that could kill. “GODDAMNIT! Will this ever fucking STOP!” He wailed throwing himself onto the couch, nearly shaking with anger. “Fuck this, fuck them, fuck it!” Last week he had busted a large criminal operation and this is what he gets?

• Peaking from the kitchen, you saw the hotheaded turtle have another one of his episodes, maybe a little bit worse. Deciding lunch could wait, you quickly hurried over the the red terrapin. “Raph? What happened?” Getting only a simple gesturing pointing to the newspaper, you gently picked it up, reading the header. ‘Turtle Freaks: Friend or Foe?’

• Air escaping your mouth, you let the paper fall from your grasp, floating it’s way to the sewer floors. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry.” Knowing to be careful with your words, you say next to the hothead, laying a soft hand on his thigh. “How can you go out there and face those people?! How can you deal with shit like that? I do nothing but work my ass off and I still get called a damn freak!” He yelled, tears evident in his eyes.

• “Not everyone thinks the same Raph. Despite what that damn paper says, not everyone thinks you’re a freak or an enemy. People like you. They think you’re a hero. You can’t let things like that get to you. I let it get to me and that didn’t go too well. While I’m just a human, I’ve been judged, ridiculed, outcasted by people for the way I look, act, for who I am. But they don’t matter in the end. They are just some assholes who want to get to you. They’re miserable in their own way.” Sighing a bit, you cuddled up to the large terrapin. “If it helps, I think you’re the most amazing turtle in New York.”

• Looking down at his human, he wrapped an arm around them, soaking up their warmth. Taking a few breaths, Raphael gave you a small smile. “Damn right I am sweet cheeks.” Kissing the top of your head, he massaged your arm. “Thank you.” He mumbled. “No problem Raph. That’s what I’m here for.”

Donatello

• The lab, usually silent, except for the occasional explosion or sound of metal clanging, was eerily quiet. A drop of water would echo if it could. “Donnie?” You called out, opening the lab door ajar. Watching the news, it was bad. They were hero’s, how could people not see that?

• Shutting the door behind you, you heard a faint sound. Ever so quiet, but audible. Walking around, the sound becoming louder and louder, you felt your heart break. Tears streaking down his green skin, arms wrapped around his scrunched legs, Donatello was miserable. His tech was in the corner, mask tossed across a swivel chair.

• “Could these mutants be trusted? What about the turtle called Donatello? He could be storing weapons dangerous to society? What if they turned to their aggressive nature? What will the NYPD do then?”

• The news, barely audible, laid playing not too far from the two of you, making you cringe at the news anchor. “Hey hey hey…don’t. Donnie…don’t listen to them.” Kneeling down, wiping away tears that seemed to never end, you could only pity your boyfriend.

• “I’d never hurt anyone. I protect. I- I’m not a monster…am I?” Donatello sputtered out, lifting his head slightly to look at you. Shaking your head quickly, you snatched the turtles hands into your own, making him to his full attention towards you. “Donatello, my love, you are no monster. Those people, that anchorman, those are the monsters. No matter your skin, your shell, your hands or your feet. You’re no different than any of us. You’re so smart and the kindest soul I have ever met. You kick ass and protect your brothers, me. You saved the world my love. You have developed so many gadgets that current science cannot replicate. You’re one of a kind. The next Einstein.” Kissing his knuckles, you offered a toothy smile.

• A weak smile scribbled on the terrapin’s face, he clutched onto your small hands. “How are you so open minded? After everything you’ve seen?” Getting up, pulling the turtle to his feet, you looked up at him. “I have hope, for everyone. Good or bad.” Nodding, the turtle accepted your answer, feeling a little better. “Come on,” pulling at Donatello’s arm, you gave a small giggle. “Let’s go play some monopoly.” Donatello couldn’t be happier hearing about his favorite board game.

Leonardo

• Leonardo, leader of the turtle brothers, gave a front that he couldn’t be broken down, that he was bullet proof. He tried to convince himself that. He tried not to let things bother him. He tried so hard. Day in and day out, but he began to reach his breaking point.

• He loved his brothers, but, he knew he couldn’t talk to them about his feelings. Splinter wouldn’t be the best help. He didn’t need guidance, he needed comfort. And that comfort was you.

• Opening your window, closing it behind him, he walked around your apartment. It was small, but it was big enough where he could move freely without much trouble. Finding you in your bed, television dim against your skin, he found you smiling up at him. God, what he would do to see that smile every chance he could get.

• “What brings you here stranger.” You giggled, patting the empty spot on your bed. Taking your offer, he sat down on the bed, getting himself comfortable. “I suppose you’ve seen the news lately. It’s - it’s getting to me Y/n” he started, opening his heart to you.

• Running a hand over his head, he looked over at you, not wanting to break away from your orbs. “I train hard. I fight. I bruise. I have nearly died many times for these people. I don’t feel like a hero. Somehow they’ve made me think I’m just like other criminals. They protest about mine and my brothers presence in the NYPD. They scream ‘Freaks’, ‘Monsters’, anything they can to get a reaction from us. I try not to let it get to me. I’m a leader for Christ sake. And I see you, you act more like me when you’re out with us. You don’t let it get to you. How?”

• “I know how you feel Leo. I’ve been in your shoes before, ya know. High school was rough. I was thrown around, beaten, tossed in the damn garbage. They all laughed at my misery, the very misery they created, formed until it consumed me. Over time, I learned, it’s not me that was wrong, but them. Like those people out there.” Gesturing to the window, people walking down the street with no care in the world. “The very same people love to see your misery. If you give them what they want, they won. Learn to let things go Leo, let their actions, words, roll off of your shell and turn to goo. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

• “I think so.” The terrapin murmured, taking in your words. “Leo?” You asked, laying a hand on his chest, catching his attention. “Hmm?” Leaning up, giving the turtle a small peck, cuddling up to the large mutant. “I love you.” Wrapping his arms around your small frame, he hurried his face deep into your hair. “I love you too.”