You’ve always loved turtles. If you’re truly pressed to say why, you would probably say that what you like about them most is the intermediate space they take up. Between land and water. Between soft and hard. Between big and small. They really do it all.
It doesn’t hurt that turtles are super cute.
So when your soulmark came in as an orange turtle on your bicep, you were beyond ecstatic. There is debate about the soulmark symbols and what they mean, but you hoped that meant your soulmate would share your same interest.
There’s really only one career choice for you.
When Channel 6 approaches you about doing a story on your turtle rescue, you are surprised to learn that reporter April O’Neil is going to be the lead. She’s an amazing investigative journalist, not known for this kind of fluff piece.
You understand when you meet her for the first time. She’s as obsessed with turtles as you are. You almost forget it’s an interview as the two of you chat and chat.
Despite the easy rapport you and April have, you are surprised when she contacts you after the piece runs. All she would say is that some people want to thank you in person, can you meet up with her? The mystery has you intrigued, so you agree.
You are not expecting four giant turtles and their rat father. Once you apologize for being rude and they insist it’s fine, open-mouthed staring is the most minor reaction they can think of, they thank you sincerely for your help with their “kinda, sorta brothers???” as the orange-banded one put it. It seems that when they saw the story your passion for your work moved them.
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Out of this unusual meeting friendship is born.
You, Mikey, and Raph hit it off immediately. They often sneak off during patrol to come help you with your turtle rescue, much to Leo’s chagrin. He can’t really be mad at them though, they are a huge help to you. You have employees and volunteers, but none of them can understand the turtles you rescue like the guys can.
It’s one such night when you realize that friendship isn’t the only thing on your mind when you think of Mikey.
The two of you are passing in the outdoor enclosure, him with a box of his “little bros” in hand, when you trip on a rock. Without even looking at you, he reaches out, catches you with one arm and a “Woah there angelcakes!” and spins to set you back on your feet. He turns and continues on his way, cooing down at the baby turtles in the box.
You, meanwhile, are frozen in place. The way he just… did that, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Just casually picked you up with one arm and put you back down, as if you weighed no more than a feather. The way he acted like it was normal, reminding you that he is not. The way his scales felt, cool through your shirt. Paradoxically the thought lit a fire in you.
It’s a little harder, interacting with Mikey after that. Every touch causes your heart to stutter, and Mikey likes to touch you a lot. He throws his arm around your shoulder and ruffles your hair. When you are able to successfully rehabilitate a particularly ornery softshell turtle, he picks you up in a hug and spins you around, nearly causing you to faint from the sensation.
And he’s so sweet, especially to the turtles in your care. Your heart swells three sizes whenever you see him handle the turtles with such care, as if they are made of hopes and dreams instead of shells and teeth. He doesn’t even mind when they draw his blood, simply laughing and apologizing for scaring them. Even you curse at them for biting sometimes, on your worst days.
He’s a little too perfect, and sometimes when you think of him you find your hand on your bicep.
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You are thinking of him while you and Raph are building an additional enclosure for a leopard tortoise that isn’t playing well with the others. You feel an itch in your bicep, possibly psychosomatic but annoying nonetheless. You push up your sleeve with the hammer in your hand and scratch at your soulmark with it while you line up the next nail.
“The fuck is that?”
You look up at Raph and blink. That was pretty abrupt, even for him. You follow his gaze to your bicep. “My soulmark?”
A kaleidoscope of emotions flash across his face, too quick to follow. He settles on exasperation. “That’s your soulmark? ‘Nd you never thought to, I dunno, talk to him?”
“Talk to who?”
Raph throws his hands in the air and stalks off. You hear a mutter that sounds suspiciously like “made for each other” as you watch him go.
Part of you wants to follow, to figure out what’s going on, but you really don’t want to have to wrestle this lumber you’re nailing back into place. It took long enough the first time. So you turn back to the task at hand, trying not to get distracted while you hammer the nail in.
It doesn’t take long for Raph to come back, his protesting little brother in tow. He comes up to where you are bandaging your finger after hitting it with the hammer and grabs you as well. He sits the two of you down on the pile of lumber.
“Bro, wha-” Mikey cuts himself off, staring as Raph lifts your sleeve and reveals your soulmark to him.
Raph steps away, letting your sleeve fall back into place, then points between you. “Talk.” He stalks off once again.
You turn to Mikey, hoping he can shed some light on what’s going on. He’s still staring at your bicep, a little slack-jawed. You wave your hand in front of his face, and his gaze snaps up to your face. He starts fumbling with the bracelets around his arm.
When he manages to push them off his wrist to reveal the matching orange turtle, it’s your turn to gape at his arm. You’re moving before you really process everything, and he meets you in the middle for a searing kiss.
“That’s not talking!” Raph’s annoyed yell comes from the other end of the enclosure. You and Mikey pull away simultaneously and start to laugh.
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Do you think neo ever felt insecure about her height?
Absolutely, even if in Roman Holiday it's specified that her facial features and body are obviously that of an adult when you see her up close, her short height had people possibly infantilizing her AND, it's also pointed out that the girls at Lady Beat's Academy gossiped a lot about her size, so I'm sure she was bullied for it as well.
Despite the confidence she has today (because she can use her size as an advantage in combat or to make people lower their guard), I'm sure she felt really insecure about it when she was younger
I do KNOW my Neo in particular despised it, specially infantilization- like, if you're someone know knows her already and you mock her size, she will get genuinely angry about it
'haha you can't reach the top of the cupboard' well damn, bitch! She can perfectly turn into someone taller to do it or materialize a stool with her Semblance to get up there, let her live
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scary dog privileges is so good and i just think best friends to lovers is the superior trope (i’m biased it’s just my fav lol). i love how down bad bsf eren is for reader and in my mind i would love to see her forget about jean and give eren a chance as her soulmate/lover <3
it’s sooo well written and the smut is so good you really didn’t have to go that hard. so much sexual tension and eren was just perfect i want bsf eren who is secretly obsessed with me and wants me to be his girl fr.
him thirsting for reader since college days? him willing to fake date reader and take care of her??? i need him so bad
all of your work is soooo good so i’m not surprised a fic you didn’t love/put much thought into could be so successful you truly slay every time
hellooooo nonny :’) thank you like, so much??? oh my god? i…have said it before, he isn’t my favorite eren, but maybe i should reread/reconsider bc everyone else LOVES him lmao
he is so down bad and so protective of his reader he just…can’t help it!!!!! he loves her!!! i still think it’s funny how she pretends to be so blindsided and eren’s essentially like “cut the shit” lol
anyways, i’m so happy you enjoyed, thank you for popping by to send me this sweet message <3 maybe i’ll take another lookie loo at it just for you
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