Tmnt Oneshots/Scenarios

Perfect Mikey x Insecure!Reader

Glaring at your mirror, you let out an angry huff. Of course I look like this, you thought. After all, no one likes me so it would have to be a problem with how I look. Or maybe my feelings show on the outside and that's what makes me ugly. Either way, I'm worthless. These self-deprecating thoughts swirled around in your head until you let out an angry sob and punched your mirror, shattering the glass. Some shards imbedded themselves in your hand, and you winced when you saw blood. Well that was stupid, you thought.

A car horn honked outside, startling you. You fell from your bed with an oof! and landed on your floor. Gasping, you groped around on your floor for your phone and quickly snatched it up when your fingers brushed the device.

"Shit! I am so late! So so so so late!" Fingers rapidly typing across your keyboard, you hoped to send out the message before it was too late. Maybe I just won't hang out with them tonight, you thought, glancing down at your hand. How would you cover that up anyways? Tell them you defended yourself from a mugger? Yeah, because that wouldn't bring Raph barreling up from the sewers in search of your mugger to take him to Beatdown Town. I think I'm just gonna call it a night and chill at home. Tell them I'm not feeling well and am gonna hang home to rest up.

Hey guys, you typed, I won't be able to make it tonight. I'm feeling pretty beat and decided to hit the hay early. I'm really sorry, but we can hang out soon. Love you guys!😘

There, you thought. It's done. Time for my kitty pjs and ice cream, with a side of marvel movies.

Your phone beeped, and you yawned, reading the text. Okay! Sorry you're not feeling well. If it gets bad just let us know and we'll send Donnie over. Get some rest. ~🐢

You grinned at the message, and clicked your phone off. What would I do without them?

Shuffling your way to the kitchen, you gasped when you saw a shape outside your window. Reaching for the closest thing you could use as a weapon, your fingers wrapped around the handle to your frying pan, and you prepared to attack the intruder. As soon as the shape pushed up your window, you let out a small battle cry and swung your weapon.

"Ah!" The person cried. "Y/n, why'd you do that bra? I thought we were friends?"

"Mikey!" You gasped, clutching your heart. "I could have hurt you! Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Nah dude/dudette, you couldn't hurt me if you tried. You're too little and cute," he said, squishing your cheeks.

You swatted his hands away, and winced when your injured hand hit his.

"Dude/dudette, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" He exclaimed, wide eyed. "You can't be hurt! Not my bestie! No no no we gotta get you to Donnie!"

"Mikey, I'm fine," you snapped. "I'm fine. Honestly. Just a little mishap in my bedroom. I don't need Donnie."

He eyed you skeptically, but consented. "Okay. But at least let me have a look at it," he pleaded, eyeing you with his big, baby blue eyes.

You cursed under your breath. You never could say no to that face. "Fine."

He grinned triumphantly and pulled you towards the bathroom, where you kept all of your medical supplies. Flicking on the light, he gasped when he saw your hand.

"Girl! What did you do? That doesn't look like a little mishap to me!"

You looked away, frowning. "I may have hit my mirror... with my fist..."

"What? Why?!?"

"I was upset," you said, giving him your best duh look.

"Why would you be upset anglecakes? Did someone hurt your feelings? I'll teach em not to mess with my anglecakes!"

"No no no, nothing like that." You spoke. "I just, just..." Feeling your eyes water, you squinched them shut and tried not to cry. It didn't work, and tears burst from you like a dam. "I'm useless! Pathetic! I'm ugly, and horrible, and worthless! I don't deserve to be your friend!"

His eyes widened, and then narrowed. "Anglecakes! Don't ever say that!" He scolded, looking at you tenderly. "I-we love you, and you mean so much to m-us. You're special, and beautiful, and amazing and you deserve the world. If anything, I don't deserve to be friends with you. So don't ever tell yourself those lies, because you are the best person I've ever met!"

You giggled, wiping your eyes with a sniffle. "Mikey, I'm like the fourth person that you've met."

"My point still stands!" He exclaimed, grinning at you and causing butterflies in your stomach. "Now let's get you cleaned up, and then we can have a movie night! With pizza and ice cream!"

He cleaned out your cuts and bandaged your hand, with touches so gentle you barely felt them. Who would've known Mikey could be like this? You thought. It was so sweet and brought a blush to your face every time he glanced at you.

"Tada! All done!" He exclaimed. You looked towards his face and was about to thank him, until he brought your injured hand to his lips and kissed it, leaving you speechless. Instead, you just gaped at him like a fish, and he turned a little red himself.

The moment passed, and soon you were in your living room with three boxes of pizza and two tubs of ice cream. You both joked and laughed at the movie. Deadpool was your favorite, even if he was a little violent. The part where he and his girlfriend got busy came on, and you blushed, glancing at Mikey. He was intently studying your face, and you suddenly felt self conscious.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" You asked, feeling your face for any food.

"Yeah." He sighed dreamily. "Gorgeousness. And a bit of cheese."

Your face turned red, and he suddenly realized what he said.

Well, you just let it slip. Great going Mikey. Raph was right, you really can't keep a secret. Now you have two options - tell her how you feel or play it off like you were talking about the movie. Nodding to himself, he made up his mind. Now to see how you would take it...

"I like you, okay! Like, like like, as in more than a friend I think you're hot and beautiful and amazing and when you squish your face up when you're confused I just wanna kiss you because you're so adorable! Like the face you're making right now!" He ranted, panting at the end.

Your heart was racing. Mikey returned your feelings? Was it too good to be true? Was he just playing with your heart like everyone else?

Mikey couldn't tell what you were thinking, but by the sad look in your eyes he could tell it wasn't good. Without a second thought, he leaned in and kissed you.

Pulling back, he looked into your eyes. "I like you. Don't ever doubt it."

You stared at him in shock, and then a shy smile slipped across your face. Maybe he was telling the truth. Leaning in, you wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered "I like like you too."

This was all the encouragement he needed to bring his lips crashing into yours, and you kissed like your life depended on it. It was passionate, and tender, and gave you all of the love that you needed to wash away your insecurities. It was perfect, even if his mouth was large and awkward, you were awkward yourself. It was a perfectly awkward kiss, and once you were done and gasping for breath, you cuddled into him on the couch, and soon you were asleep, with his arms wrapped around you. Anglecakes and her perfect angle.