Michelangelo X Reader (fist-person perspective)
"Cheesy (Pizza) Romance"
*Containz hot sex. Don't like? dont read! Fuck the hatorz
It was a cold and raining night. The kind that make New York City seem all the more dark and dreary. But nevertheless, it was Friday, and I indtended to have a good time like always. For the past three months I had been attending the classes at SUNY in Mahattan, and in spite of my good grades and high GPA the darnkess that surrounded everything kept me more depressed than usual. Not that I needed meds or anything, but being in the city was making me a bit sad. Seeing all of the homelss people, the stray dogs, the people on the subway with broken dreams…it was nothing like good old sunny suburban Glensdale High. There wasn't even a good cheerleading squad at SUNY.
The few upperlassman friends I made told me that the swingingest bar in town was "Shellshock", in Chelsea. From what I recalled, they said it was generally a place where big burly men would go to look for a sex friends for the night, but that it was still a place that was chill and relaxed, where you could drink and smoke and not worry about sex or drama. Well that was good enough for me. I tried to convince my roommate to go with me, but she has to study for Microeconomics with Professor Tengenay, whose really hard. That was fine by me though. I'm not at all insecure about drinking alone. Or anything really.
I wasn't 100% sure how i'd get there, but looking at the subway app on my phone i saw that there was a subway stop called "34th and Shellshock" in Chelsea. A coincidence to be sure, but I was happy enough. I could get home easy, even if I was drink.
I left at midnight, in the middle of a dark lighting storm. The lighting didn't scare, but it made me jump a bit. Thank god I'd be underground. Also luckily enough for me, the A train showed up promptly and was monstly empty. I guess most people were just sitting in their rotten appartments, feeling gloomy and dark, like the lightning outside. In about 5 minutes I got to "34th and Shellshock."
The bar wasn't very far from the subway stop, about a block or so. Sure my shoes got ruined from the nasty puddles everywhere in the broken sidewalk, but I wasn't going to let that dampen my spirits.
Once inside, I finally got a sense of what the bar was all about. It appeared to be like a modern club, bright lights, young people my age dressed strangely, a pounding bass that got the hormones flowing, you know, like an EDM type of thing. But they appeared to only be playing country music. An odd combonation to be sure. At the moment I walked in, they were playing "Romeo" by Tswift (YES ITS FUCKING TSWIFT ALL YOU HATRZ GOONA HATE HATE HAT). The kids were swinging back and forth. Most of them were drunk or high, here simply to drown out their sorrows and sadness. I figured i'd soon be joining them.
Naturally the first thing I had to do was get good and drunk. So I pulle up a seat at the bar. The bartender came promptly over and asked, "next person! Hello good sir, what can i get for you tonite?"
"Well I guess I'll have whatever will get me the mst drunk. You know, so I can ahve a good time." I said, smilingly happily.
He smirked back and said, "That'd be the commonwealth!"
I was rather surprised. "But that's got, like, what, 71 ingredients?"
The stranger next to me nudged me and chuckled, "Hehehe, that's why this is the best bar in town, kid!"
I looked to my right at the stranger, and was started by their size and stature. They must have been at least 7 feet tall, and almost 300 pounds, as they were clearly very bulky and covered in lots of fat and muscle. They had on a nice tight leather jacket, fingerless gloves, torn jeans…a very New York look. Very New York, very punk rock. Joey Ramone would have been proud.
It soon occurred tho me that this strangers skin was green. Silky smooth, but green. I knew because their jacket was open and their gloves were fingerless.
Then we made eye contact. Then I knew.
"OOOohHH SshHIIIIiiTITTT!111!1!" I exclaimed loudly. "You're…your Michaeleangelo the Turtle!"
And it was. He had the orange face mask and everything. He winked at me. "Damn right, kid!"
I didn't…I didn't understand. i didnt understand at all. For years as a kid I followed the stories of him and his brothers as they helped to stop crime in NYC. They were alwys on the news, or in the newspaper. It felt like I almost new him. Personally.
Furthermore I didn't know what to say next. Mybe I dindt need to say anything, but…I felt like I needed to say something. I stuttered, "shit. Huh, uh…I don't know what to say…I'm like you're biggest fan!"
"Hehe, that's nice, kid. Real nice." He looked forlornly down at his drink. It was a Monte Cristo, which surprised me.
I asked him, "Hey, uh, why are you drinking coffee? At a bar? At like, midnight?"
Mikey shrugged and replied, "This is when I get up. This is morning to me. The moon is my sun." He was so brooding and…and sexy.
"Is…is everything all right, Mikey?" I said, feeling a bit concerned. I hesitantly placed my hand on his shoulder. For a reptile, he was surprisingly warm. So very warm.
Breaking eye contact with me, Mikey grumbled, "Pfeh. As if you fuckin care."
A pang of sad ruptured me. "No no no, Mikey no! I really do care! Is everything allright? Like, I guess…uh, where are your brothers? Where's splinter?"
His grip on his glass tightened, and in a moment he shattered it. Shards of glass punctured his hand, blood streaming down it like water in the Nile. Bitterly, he looked back at me. "THEYRE DEAD, KID! YOU FUCKING HAPPY1? THERE, I SAID IT, THEY'RE ALL DEAD!"
This took me aback. I was greatly surprised and saddened to hear this. And Mikey being so mad made me feel like maybe he was mad at me. And you know what? I deserved that. I shouldn't have been pushing him. Now rubbing his shoulder, I said, "God mikey, I'm…og god I'm so sorry…! I shouldn't have said anything!"
He was crying a bit now. Between sobs he said to me, "It just…oh fuck man…it happened so fast! Raphy was working out leik he always fuckin did, that fucking meathead…his workout equipment fell on him, crushing him to death…and it set off a gas explosion. Like, the whole fuckn sewer just got…oh fuck…absolutely ruptured…the shacking made Donnie trip in his room upstairs, and he fucking impaled himself through the head from falling head first onto one of his…i dunno, one of his stupid gadgets…by the time I got there, all I could find was Leos charred body, he had been caught in the fire…shit he was so burned…he died in my arms, man!" Now Mikey was just full on sobbing.
Some fucking help I was. Now I brough my other hand up, placing it on his exposed chest. God, Mikey's breast plates were so big and hard, but also so soft and supple…and warm. tHat lovely, inviting warmth. I rubbed it gently, trembling at the feel of his heartbeat.
"And…and then I had to tell splinter. God I had to tell fuckn Splinter! I told him and…oh my fucking god…he just dropped dead on the spot! Poor ol rat…his heart mustve broken in two…" Mikey wiped his face and looked back at me. It was only then that he noticed I had both of my hands on him. And that I was trembling. Now gently smiling, he wrapped his big meaty arms around me. "Heh, lookit that…I guess maybe you do care…"
Then he dove in for a kiss. A big sloppy wet kiss. Like a dog. Not that I minded.
I realized then that I was a little bit in love with him. I accepted his kiss hole-heartedly.
When we were done, I pulled away. I was crying. Mikey's story was so sad, so dark and brooding, like the night, like the lightening outside. It had awakened within me a dark sadness, and at once all of my emotions came pouring out. I remembered being bullied at glensdale high, I remembered being spanked by my mother for not folding the napkins at the dinner table correctly. I remembered my pet dog being hit by a car, and all other sorta petty shit. I was sploied, but it all still hurt. I felt so sad.
Mikey wiped the tears off my face. We looked at each other, and then he said, "Hey why dontcha come home with me? I got pizza I can throw in the microwave for us…"