RotTMNT X Reader Stories

When he fixes your hair

(Raph❤️)

After that night with Raph over, you were beyond excited to have another one.

Well, maybe some other day, because you have some responsibilities to do first. Mainly, having to listen to your mother rant about your photography class and trying to pull you out. Which seemed impossible, because pulling you out of that class costs a lot of money. So you were safe for now.

Then there's this yearbook you need to work on for your photography club, which is what you are attending weekly.

You didn't bother looking behind you when someone entered through your bedroom window since you were focused on picking the best photo of the best LGBTQ+ couple.

You felt fingers tugging at your (H/L) hair and jumped. The turtle behind you laughed at your scare.

"Relax, it's me," Raph said.

You sighed in relief, only to refrain yourself from turning your hair when he started messing with your hair.

"What are you doing?" You giggled.

"Trust me, just don't move until I tell you," he told you.

Beaming at him over your shoulder, you turned your focus back on the photos you're picking for the yearbook as he started working on your hair. For a few minutes, you didn't break your posture so that he could easily finish up whatever he's planned.

After a while, you felt your hair is being tied up with a hairband.

"Alright, done. What do you think?" Raph asked you.

You picked up a mirror and gasped in amazement at your braided hair. Your cheeks turned light red.

"Oh, my God..." you breathed. "It's beautiful."

Raph smiled at you, his cheeks also red.

(Leo💙)

"Now, if anyone comes up at the door, unless it's a friend of yours or the neighbors next door..."

"Don't open it. Got it, Dad," you finished for him.

Your dad smiled at you and kissed you on the forehead. "I'll be back before 11:00. Love you, sweetheart."

"Love you, too," you said.

As soon as he was out the front door, you headed up to your room and began working on a project that you needed to complete for your art class. Despite all the negative words and treatment that you were getting abut your works from a certain clique, you didn't bother letting them get to you, even if it hurts.

After some time, you felt six fingers curling around your (H/L) hair,

"And what are you up to this time, Leonardo?" You asked him playfully.

"What else? Trying to keep you focused on your work," Leo replied.

"And playing with my hair is keeping my focus?" You inquired.

"Why? You want me to stop?" Leo asked, about to pull away.

"No, it's fine. Just keep doing what you're doing," you answered.

Leo smiled at your reply and continues working on your hair. While he didn't notice your face, you smiled back at him.

"You know what? Your hair's pretty soft," he remarked at you.

"No one's ever told me that before," you said, chuckling.

"Can't imagine why."

"Probably because everyone's been making fun of your looks and your life the bad way. It's tough, but I'll live."