Leo
You were finally alone for a little bit. The guys were on patrol, and the other girls had retreated into their rooms. You hesitantly checked down the hall, but no one was coming. You went into Leo's room, and cracked the door.
Reaching under the bed for your slightly dusty bag, you pulled it up into your lap. You dug out the book and case, and stared at it. The well-worn sketchbook stared back up at you, the side of it nearly torn off. You flipped to the back of it, towards a nearly finished picture of Leo. He was lying on the bed, asleep, and had a cute little smile on his face as he snuggled into his pillow.
You pulled out a charcoal pencil, and bent over, getting to work.
An hour or so later, you had finished up, and looked at the picture. It looked alright in your eyes, and you mentally picked out all of its flaws. There was a loud burst of noise that had started a few minutes ago outside of your room, and you knew that the guys must have gotten back from patrol.
"Ugh, I'm never going anywhere with this." You sighed, putting it back in your bag.
"That's quite good, actually, y/n." Leo said conversationally. You jumped, whirling around, and smacked Leo on the head with your pencil case.
"Ow!" Leo exclaimed, rubbing the spot you had hit him with.
"Sorry. Maybe you shouldn't sneak up on me." You said.
"Ninja." Leo said, pointing to himself.
"Hurt." You said, pointing to him as well.
"Touché."
Raph
You had waited for this since you had moved in with Raph. It had been a few months since you had had the pleasure of doing this, and you wanted to make sure you were alone.
You knew the guys were going to be on patrol, and it was a relief when the other girls disappeared.
You grabbed your phone, and disappeared into a corner of Raph's room, the one with the hammock. You sank into it, got comfortable, and made sure nothing suspicious was showing.
Then, you opened the camera, and started recording.
"Hi everybody! Sorry I've been gone for so long, I had, uh...some family problems. I'd like to thank everybody for getting me up to 2.5k followers!"
You finished your video, making sure nothing would point back to your family, or give away who your "mystery" boyfriend was, and uploaded it online.
You were well known in the world of YouTube's top gamers, though nowhere as high as Pewdipie or Markiplier. As soon as you had uploaded it, there was a few watches, and a new comment from your biggest fan, XxSpike-NinjaxX. He/she commented on all of your videos, and sometimes the two of you even texted. He/she had been one of your first followers.
-ohmygosh, can't believe you updated again, yay :), going to watch rn
You quickly replied back to him/her, and waited for Raph to get in. You knew they had just gotten back from the explosion of noise.
Raph came in, eyes glued to his phone, and headphones in. He nodded to you, before flopping down onto his bed.
"Hey Raph." You said, slightly offended.
"One minute, please!" He begged, going back to his phone. You let out a sigh of frustration, and turned back to your phone, watching the comments.
XxSpike-NinjaxX is typing... You were starting to get suspicious, and looked over at Raph who was typing.
Wow, you sound a little like my girlfriend, she's having problems too-just now
"Alright, what did you want to tell me, y/n?" Raph asked, setting down his phone. You quickly snatched it up, ignoring his protests, and grabbed for your phone when he snatched it from you.
"You're DarkNight?!" Rah exclaimed excitedly, darting over to you.
"No?" You said, snatching your phone back.
"Oh my gosh, I can't believe it! I've been following you since you came out, and AHHHH!" Raph fangirled next to you, and you sat there silently.
"Wait, so you're...you're XxSpike-NinjaxX?!" You exclaimed, giving his phone back.
Then the two of you fangirled together for a few hours.
Donnie
The minute Donnie was gone, you shut the door to his room, and dived for your bag, which was hidden in your dresser.
You pulled out the well-worn laptop, and opened Word up. Then, after checking your email, you began to write.
Yes, you were guilty of the most well-known teenage sin. Fandom smut writing. You couldn't help it, it seemed to be engrained into you. Your fandom a were numerous: Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Supernatural, and multiple others. Your current story/one shot was about Hermione and Snape. You didn't really approve of the ship, but the person who emailed you specifically asked for it.
When you had finally finished it, you went it off, and a sense of relief hit you. Now you could work on your pride and joy: Dramione one-shots.
A creak from the floor outside sent you into panic mode, and you shoved your laptop under a blanket.
Donnie came in, a smile plastered on his face.
"Hey y/n!" He said cheerfully, sitting next to you.
"Hey Donnie!" You blurted, tugging your laptop closer to you. Quickly, Donnie snatched it towards him, and bounded off with it.
"Donnie!" You screamed, tearing after him.
You found him in the kitchen, his eyes blurring as he read the stuff you had written. You were bright red, your cheeks burning, as you snatched it from him.
"What is this?" Donnie asked hoarsely, clearing his throat loudly.
"Um, just...stuff I've written. Not exactly proud of it, to be honest." You admitted, highly embarrassed.
"It's really good, y/n honestly!" Donnie said eagerly, but he was slowly flushing.
"Really? How good?" You asked, hand on you hip.
"Really good. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to take a cold shower." Donnie said, handing you your laptop and marching off. You stared at him for the longest time, trying to figure it out.
You couldn't help but laugh though, because Donnie had meant it. They were really good: good enough Donnie needed to cool off.
Mikey
You were really nervous for Mikey to leave, and watched him go out the lair, sending him a small little wave. As soon as he left, you ran to his room, and cracked the door behind you.
You ran over to your dresser, and pulled your laptop out. You clicked on safari, waiting for it to load, and quickly got onto your private email.
46 new cases, 6 in progress, 18 done.
You sighed, clicking onto the first few that were in progress, and started to work on them. You had a secret job by working on breaking codes for the FBI, though you never told your parents that. You were super smart when it came to computers, and they deposited the money into a savings account that you could open up when you turned 18.
"Oh my gosh y/n, you're a secret agent!" Mikey exclaimed. Startled, you slid off of his bed, closing your laptop with a firm snap.
"Mikey! Where did you come from?!" You shrieked, your heart pounding in your ears.
"Dude, I've been watching you work for like 15 minutes." Mikey said, rolling onto his shell.
"You can't tell anyone." You said sternly.
"Your secret's safe with me, y/n!" Mikey beamed.
"Do you paid a lot for this?"
"Mikey!"
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