Tmnt x reader

... Lettuce?

(Requested by @writer-chan-69 )

Leonardo
You were searching for Leo.

Not in his room.
Not in the dojo.
Not in the t.v. area.

You walk in the kitchen, and see Leo munching on a salad. Well, not really a salad, just a big bowl of lettuce.

"Your turtle instincts kicking in?" You smirk, and Leo jumps up, the bowl of greens clattering to the floor.

"U-uh.. th-this isn't what it looks like!"

You chuckle, walking over and picking up the wood bowl.
"It looks like your letting your inner turtle out."

Leo blushes, lacing his fingers together.
"D-don't laugh."

You laugh. He frowns and crosses his arms, pouting. You wash out the bowl, then hug Leo, who stays stiff.
"Aw, c'mon Babe. I think it's cute." You giggle, and Leo's expression softens. "After all," you add, "deep down, you are a turtle."

He frowns again, and you laugh uncontrollably.

Donatello
Donnie was acting.. weird, today. You didn't know what was going on, but you needed to be sure he was ok. Stepping in the Lab, you see Donnie's shell to you, and gross, loud chewing noises bouncing around the walls. You step closer, barely seeing Donnie's jaw moving up and down at a fast pace. You're hesitant now, wondering if this is something you should let be, like mating season. You gulp, stepping once more and placing a soft hand on his green shoulder. He tenses up, and you hear him swallow.

"Leo?"

You don't answer.

"Raph?"

Silence.

"M-Mikey?"

...

".. Splinter?"

"Donnie, it's me." You reply, and he takes a sharp breath.

"I-I.. uh.. h-hey Baby Doll." Donnie wipes his face and looks at you nervously. You raise an eyebrow, seeing little specks of green things scattered around him. He's trying his best to hide a large bowl, with a thin layer of greens on the bottom. You assume it was once full, before he got a hold of it.

"What's going on? Are you feeling alright?" You press a hand to his forehead, but his temperature is normal. Your hand slides to his cheek, and he leans in on your touch.

"I-I'm fine Y/n... I just.. have c-cravings." Donnie places his large three fingered hand on top of yours, to try and keep your hand where it is. You sit down with him, using your other hand to pick up a large speck of.. lettuce?
"Once in a while.. my turtle instincts grow really strong, and I eat a lot of lettuce to turn them off. I-it takes a while, but it works." Donnie blushes, and you nod.

"What else happens?"

Donnie looks down, thinking.
"U-uh.. sometimes I go in my shell more often, just for the fun of it. It's actually quite nice in there. Dark, quiet. A good place to think." Donnie chuckles, "I-I, um.. I get a little grumpy. Not sure what that has to do with me being a turtle, but.." he shrugs, and you smile.

"Anything else I might need to know about this little phase?" You tease, and Donnie grins.

"I get extra cuddly, just sayin'." He says, pulling you to his lap so your facing him, and kissing you.

Raphael
Munch munch.
Chomp chomp.
Nom nom.
Those were the sounds coming from you and Raph's room. You tried knocking, but was only answered with a moment of silence, then the resuming of those noises. Of course, only Raph could be in there, he was no where else, and all his brothers were accounted for.

You knocked again, for the five billionth time.
"Raphie, let me in." You pleaded, leaning against the door. You didn't hear Raph sigh softly, or get up from his bed and shuffle to the door, leaving his greens on the bed with Spike, and opening the door for you to fall on top of him. You looked up and saw Raph staring at you with his bright green eyes, tiny bits of lettuce around his mouth. When you got to your feet, the first thing you did was wipe away some of the lettuce with your thumb, causing Raph to blush.

"Ok, what's going on, and why have you been locked in your room for the past five hours!?" You demanded, being sure to let Raph know you were annoyed. Raph just spun on his big green heel and fell back in bed, stuffing more greens in his mouth and giving Spike some too.

"Are you gonna answer?" You huffed, growing more and more irritated. Raph just shrugged and ate more of his greens. You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. Then an idea came to you. You marched over to Raph and yanked away his bowl of lettuce, and he jumped up, but you ran to the other side of the room and tilted the bowl over in mid air, signaling that you would dump the contents out. As Raph's floor wasn't the kind you'd want to eat off of, he gave in.

"Sweetheart.. please.. don't hurt the lettuce." He now pleaded, arms outstretched as he made small steps to you.

"What the heck is going on?!" You shouted, and Raph flinched a little.

"I guess you could call it.. cravings?" Raph said, more as a question, like he wasn't sure himself what was going on.

"Cravings?" You repeated, baffled. You relaxed, holding the bowl upright, confused. You slowly held the bowl out for him, and Raph quickly took it back, breathing a sigh of relief.
"I guess.. I forgive you..?" You remarked, unsure of what to do.

"Forgive me? You're the one who took my lettuce!" Raph snapped, and you jumped back a little, shocked.

"You had me worried sick, locked in your room for the longest time! I thought something was wrong! O-Or.. that you were mad at me." You muttered the last part, and Raph froze, dropping a piece of lettuce that was in his hand, back in the bowl.

"O-oh. I-I didn't mean to.. I just wanted to eat in peace!" Raph sighed, setting the bowl on his table and sitting on his bed. You stayed where you were, and Raph peeked at you through his hands.

"C'mere," he sighed again, and you smiled, walking over and sitting with him. He kissed you, tasting like, yes, lettuce.

You stayed, asleep next to him while he continued to eat, but now with your peaceful face to gaze upon.

Michelangelo
Mikey was eating lettuce.

The only thing you could think was:
'Something's wrong.'

You just got back with a big steaming pizza, with every topping you knew Mikey loved. Marching in the kitchen where Mikey was, you slammed the pizza down, staring Mikey down.

"Eat." You ordered.

"Eh, no thanks, Gumdrop. I'm in the mood for lettuce right now."

You jumped back, reaching behind you for some sort of weapon. You ended up with a spatula. Holding it out in front of you, your face was riddled with worry.
"W-who are you.. and what have you done with my Mikey?!" You demanded, and Mikey looked confused.

"Y/n, I'm the real Mikey. Why would you think I'm not?"

"Because you're eating lettuce instead of pizza!!" You shout, and Mikey chuckles.

"Don't worry Gumdrop, I'll be back to normal in a week or so. I'm just having my turtle week." Mikey smiles, then stuffs his face full of greens.

"T-turtle w-week?"

"Yeah. That's what I call when I'm more turtle then mutant, and return to my turtle ways for a week. Understand?" Mikey stands, his bowl empty, and goes to fetch more lettuce.
You nod, dazed, and lower your spatula. Mikey kisses your cheek before walking out to the couch with his fresh bowl of lettuce.

"Wh-what just happened?!" You blurt out, to no one but yourself.