TMNT X Reader Imagines // Book One.

Old vs New

Imagine ending an unhappy relationship to be with your favorite turtle. You end up moving into the lair and spend the next few months in happy bliss…until, that us, your ex is targeted by one of the turtles enemies and you end up bringing him to the lair.

Imagine your ex talking bad about you in front of the turtles, thinking that Casey is…

“Leonard. Or something like that. Anyway, I haven’t seen her since we broke up.” Ex said, rolling his eyes as he watched Casey.

Leonardo is pretty much ignoring him.

You had told him enough about the relationship to make him understand that this guy was a total jackass. A jackass he has little to none interest in.

He instead focuses on his katanas, calmly sharpening them as Adam continued.

“I mean, I’m better off without her anyway, probably would have ended up dumping her anyway."

Sure you would, kid. Leo simply smiled as he inspected his blades carefully.

“She was a slut anyway.”

He wasn’t smiling anymore. Anger flooded his veins as he attempted to compose himself as best he could.

“What did you just call her?” he hissed.

His voice was low and deadly, something his brothers would pick up on any day. This idiot however, did not.

“What’s it matter? It’s not like you’re-”

“Leonardo. My name is Leonardo.”

He was looking over the ex now, his blue eyes glinting with anger.

“And you will NOT speak about her like that.”

“Wait…she left me for a God damn turtle?!”

“No. She left you for a man.”

“I dunno, some loser. Went on and on about how she was sick of me and wanted someone better.”

Raph couldn’t care less about this punk.

He might of been, if he hadn’t of known how freaking awful this guy had been to you. Sleeping around, breaking your heart, and always blaming you for it.

Fucking asshole.

“And I’m just like, good luck with that! I mean seriously…” He said, eyeing Casey with disdain.

Doesn’t this guy ever shut up?

“Who’d want a bitch like her?”

Oh, hell no.

Raphael is standing over him in a second, his hulking form looming over the ex.

“Me.” He growled, his fist slamming into the wall just about Ex’s head.

It took him a minute, but once he made the connection, he turned ghost white on the spot, trembling just a little. He couldn’t even speak.

Good. Someone needed to shut him up.

“Don’t ya ever, EVER, call her that agian, ya understand me? Ya ain’t fit to even look at her, ya little punk.”

“Donald or Doyle, I don’t know! I just know she fucking walked out on me.”

Donatello is done.

This guy was the “worst mistake of your entire life” (your words, not his) and yet, here he was, acting like you owed him something.

He’s trying to stay calm, he really is. But right now?

He was mad enough to make Raphael look like a little kitten. And that was saying something.

“I don’t care really, she can do what she wants.”

Yes she can, now please shut up.

“But she could have at least put out once. God knows she opened up her legs fast enough for Dewey.”

Donatello stops. And stands up, slowly turning around to face him.

“I’ve noticed a few flaws in your argument here, maybe you need my help. First off, don’t act like you were innocent in the relationship, you know damn well that you weren’t treating her right. You deserve to be walked out on. Secondly, you most certainly do care, because otherwise you wouldn’t be complaining to ME about it. And thirdly, she didn’t owe you sex or anyone else for that matter, it’s HER choice. And…”

He was standing tall know, proudly looking down on the man who had caused you so much pain, staff in hand. Ex, at this point, was frozen in fear and probably regretting every choice in his life that had led up to this moment.

“The name is Donatello.”

“I have no clue. I just come home one day, her shit is gone and she’s like, bye. Three years down the drain, just like that.”

And who’s fault was that?

The one who lied and cheated and went around his girl’s back with her best friend? Or the the one who tried to make it work, tried to fix things?

Michelangelo is fuming inside, trying to keep control. He can’t stand that this guy is spewing shit like this about HIS girl but he doesn’t know what to do.

It’s your ex, your battle, right?

“I mean, if she was so desperate, she could have just asked me, I would have taken care of it.” Ex said, putting out his cigarette.

Considering what you told Mikey about this jerk’s skill, not freaking likely.

“Just can’t wait to watch this guy fuck her and leave her-”

It was the straw that broke the turtle’s back.

“Like hell I will!”

Mikey lept over the couch, storming over to the guy, fists clenched and itching to take those nunchucks and slap some sense into him. But he held back.

By some miracle, he didn’t kick Ex’s ass all the way to Mars.

“Lemme tell you something, buddy. Y/N is smart, sexy, and a million times better than you! She was too good for your stupid self and you fucking know it.”

He pushed the guy back onto his ass, which only served to freak him out even more.

“So why don’t YOU do us all a favor and shut the hell up?”