TMNT Boyfriend Scenarios

Changing Face: Michelangelo

This scenario is inspired by @sparx4frisk

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(Y/N)'s POV

"I'm gonna getcha, lil dude!" Mikey exclaimed, followed by a scream from Harper. The two ran around the living room in circles, playing this almost never-ending game of tag.

Ever since Harper met Mikey, the two became practically inseparable. Every time one wasn't around, the other would ask where they were at. Mikey was surprisingly great with kids, considering how much his job exhausted him. He never got tired of playing with her and keeping her distracted while I worked. It was the first time in a long time where this place Harper and I called home truly felt like one.

I sat at the kitchen table, skimming through the pile of mail from various billing companies. Overdue payments, payment plans, debt... I felt like I was drowning. Every time I thought I was able to stand on my own, something comes and knocks me down again. I wasn't sure how long I had before I couldn't keep up anymore.

Harper squealed as she ran into the kitchen; Mikey turned the corner to cut her off but slipped and slid further into the kitchen, crashing into the fridge.

"Mikey, be careful!" I said sternly.

He got up quickly and shook himself off. "Sorry, (Y/N)." Harper stopped to laugh and point at Mikey, mocking him for getting in trouble. Mikey took this opportunity to lunge at her, scooping her up into his arms and throwing her up into the air. Despite his reckless behavior, he was gentle with her. I appreciated him for taking care of her when I couldn't, but their screaming and laughing made it difficult to focus on reading the papers in front of me.

"Mikey, do you think you could keep the playing in the living room, please? I asked in a softer tone this time.

Mikey threw Harper up into the air once more before catching her with ease and tucking her beneath his arm like a basketball. "Why don't you take a break, (Y/N)? You've been working for a while."

I shook my head in protest. "I can't, Mikey. Please."

"She's too lame and old to have fun for once!" Harper chimed in.

"Being 'lame and old' is what keeps a roof over your head and your belly full of food, Harp." I tore my eyes away from the bill labeled "Urgent" and looked up at Mikey with pleading eyes.

Mikey nodded and lowered Harper to the floor, kneeling to her level. "How about you go get a tea party started in your room, and I'll go join you in a big. Deal?"

Harper nodded with a smile and ran off to her bedroom. I let out a sigh and rubbed my head, my eyes reading over the letter over and over again. The chair next to me was pulled out, and from the corner of my eye I could see the humanoid turtle sit down and stare at me in silence. After a moment, he reached out and rested his hand on mine. I immediately felt the tension leave my body just by his touch alone.

"I know it might not be what you wanna hear, but I think you need a break." He said.

I sighed and leaned back in my chair, finally mustering up the courage to look at him with tear-filled eyes. A single tear cascaded down my cheek, and I wiped it away quickly. "I'm just scared that if I take a break, I won't be able to support Harper." I whispered through shaky breaths.

"But you can't keep overworking yourself either, (Y/N)," he placed his hand on my cheek. "Stress kills people, y'know? Donnie gave Raph a whole lecture on finding outlets for stress to live a healthy lifestyle... Yeah, Raph punched him and told him to shut up, but Don's not wrong!"

I pursed my lips and looked down at the letters laid out in front of me. He was right. I did work too much, but I felt like a break would cost us everything: our food, our home, everything. I lived a life constantly working to provide for Harper, to love her, and to protect her from the world. I wanted to be the one she came to when she cried, the one she called when she needed something, the one she knew she could depend on no matter the cost. The life I lived was all for Harper, so much so that I forgot to live a life for me, too. I don't have regrets, though. If I could, I'd do it all over again for her. I was just so tired.

Mikey's hand moved from my cheek to my chin, gently lifting my head up to look up at him. "You need to take care of yourself before you can take care of others."

I sighed and nodded in agreement. "Okay."

Mikey's face lit up as he stood up from the table and headed towards my cabinet. He pulled out an old bottle of vodka I was gifted for my birthday from work - I never had a chance to enjoy it - and a liter of cranberry juice. He poured us both a shot of vodka into old shot glasses and poured the cranberry juice into separate cups. His smile never faded as he came back to the table, set the glasses in front of us, and sat back down at the table.

"To help you relax." Mikey stated before lifting up his shot glass. I grabbed the second shot glass and tapped it gently against his before gulping down the alcohol. I felt the burning sensation in my throat, something I hadn't felt in a long time. I chased it with the cranberry juice to keep myself from gagging.

"Wooh!" Mikey exclaimed, shaking his head sporadically. "That's disgusting."

I laughed. "Was that your first time?" He nodded, prompting me to laugh again.

We joined Harper in her room to play with the tea set she got for Christmas. Mikey wanted to test out one of the chairs that came with the set, and his shell ended up getting wedged between the arms. We eventually got it off, but Harper sure did have fun watching us struggle. After about an hour, Harper started feeling sleepy, so we put her to bed and hung out in the living room.

Before we knew it, we (mostly Mikey) had downed more than half of the bottle of vodka. Mikey was not as affected as I was despite how much he drank, but I guess that comes with being a giant turtle. In our drunken state, we spent our time laughing, then shushing each other to be quieter, then laughing again. I don't remember there ever being a day where I felt so carefree, like a weight had lifted off my shoulders. This moment with Mikey felt so intimate and so right. In my crazy, fucked up world, he was what kept me seeing the positive side of things.

Our laughter subsided as we sat there on the living room couch, taking in the moment. My head felt heavy, and all I could do was stare into those giant blue eyes of his. I felt a weight on the couch shift, and suddenly his eyes grew bigger. When did we get so close? I couldn't tell if it was all in my head, but it felt like the distance between us was getting smaller and smaller until...

I let out a gasp. "I'm gonna cut my hair!" I exclaimed, pulling Mikey to his feet. I drug him to the bathroom, ignoring his questions and concerns. My body felt light, like it could fly away any second, but I was determined to do this. I wanted change. I wanted this. I needed this. If I couldn't start changing here, when would I ever?

I twisted my hair from base to ends and pulled it up and over my head directly between my eyes. I could hear Mikey saying something, but he sounded so far away, like he wasn't really there. I raised the scissors up to my hair with a shaky hand and started cutting away. Large chunks of hair fell into the sink, my tears following soon after. I let go of my hair and let it fall back to its natural state, revealing short layers that met just above my shoulders. I cried and stumbled back, hitting the wall and sliding down onto the floor. Mikey knelt down beside me, but all I could do was laugh through my tears. Here I lay on my bathroom floor, crying, but not because I was sad. I was happy. This marked the start of something new. It made me feel so alive inside. It felt freeing.

I am free.

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I thought of trying a different approach to the change theme in this part of the book, and I'm really happy I went with it. I hope y'all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please leave a vote, comment, and share with your friends if you enjoyed it! And I will see you in the next chapter. Bye!