Tmnt Boyfriend Scenarios

Coffee Shop A.U.- Part One

Leonardo:

You wiped your forehead and moved onto the next table. Today had been a busy day, since it was an extremely cold day in New York. Tony, your boss offered you a little extra money for a few hours of overtime. Desperately needing some money to pay the bills, you happily accepted and was just about to close up when the door slammed open.

Crisp snow and wind coated the first half of the freshly cleaned floor, and it made you want to cry. A 10 hour nonstop day would make anyone want to cry, but since you just cleaned, it was worse.

Taking in a deep breath, you straightened yourself out and walked to the register. With a fake smile masking exhaustion, you looked at this new customer and felt your stomach drop.

"L-leo?" You whispered in shock.

Raphael:

"WHY SHOULD IT MATTER WHERE I GO?" You screamed at your furious boyfriend.

His eyes held a dangerous glint.

"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT YOU HURT. IT'S DIFFERENT WHEN I GO OUT."

"IT'S NOT DIFFERENT. YOU CONTROL ME BECAUSE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE NO CONTROL IN YOUR LIFE WHEN YOU DO. YOU HAVE ALL THE CONTROL IN THE WORLD." Your words slapped him into silence. You grabbed your coat and stormed out.

Stupid motherfucker. You thought, walking. Soon, you found yourself in front of the shop were he took you on your first day. You weren't sure why you went in, but you did.

Sliding onto the stool, you ordered a black coffee. It reflected your mood.

Black.

Bitter.

Hot.

A stranger dressed in a grey trench coat sat next to you.

Holy hell. You thought, looking at his profile. He's hot.

Donatello:

"Let's go in here." (Bff/N) dragged you by the hand into the dimly lit shop. You weren't objecting. Any shelter from the bitter New York winds was a blessing.

You stumbled and almost fell on your face going in.

"Oo look. They have (y/f/d) (Y/N)!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"I'll get it." You walked up to the register. "Hi." You greeted the barista with a warm smile. One that could melt snow and ice. And possibly a frozen heart.

"Hello." Was his monotone voice. You studied him.

He had short brown hair, streaked with black and gold highlights that you assumed were natural. His eyes could've been a warm brown, if it wasn't for the cold glaze of hatred. But they were rich, and you found them nice. His skin wasn't pale, but it wasn't dark either. It was a nice tanned shade. His physique was muscular, and complimented his height. His aura was intelligent, but rigid, and held a hint of darkness, like he fell too many times.

The one thing that puzzled you was, what on Earth is someone like this working in a coffee shop?

Michaelangelo:

"Hey Mikey! Wanna go to this new shop that just opened?" You asked your golden haired friend.

"I'm always up for new things dudette." He replied confidently, grabbing you and putting you over his shoulder.

The two of you laughed as he walked to the shop.

It may have been a little snowy, but it didn't stop the two of you from exploring the urban jungle.

"Uh Mikey," you said a few minutes later, "You don't know where the coffee shop is."

Unbeknownst to you, his cheeks had a slight pink tint.

"Oh. Right." He let out a small laugh. "Where to (Y/nn)?"

You gave him the directions to the small shop that would soon change everything.

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I actually updated close to my other two updates. Wow.

Before you freak out, this is an alternate universe, and all of the turtles are human. My physical descriptions of them may differ from person to person.

Hope you don't mind!

Peace out my Fangirlies! ✌

- Tasha