(NOTE! We're back to normal, no babies, no mutations. Ok? Ok.)
(Requested by randomgirlforever666 )

Leonardo
You started keeping a diary, scribbling in it whenever you could. Leo was curious to see what you wrote about, and he wanted to get you back for sneaking in his closet (the Captain Ryan shrine).
One night, while you were sound asleep, Leo slipped out of bed and pulled out your diary, which was in a really bad hiding place. It had one of those locks, with the really small keys to supposedly keep intruders out. But Leo had found where you kept the key, and unlocked your private diary with ease.

He opened the book to find the pages decorated with illustrations on the edges, yours. And fancy handwriting. Also yours.

This Diary Belongs to:

Y/n M/n L/n.

From May 12
To
*****
(No end date)

May 12th, 2013.

~~~

Dear Diary,
This is my first time keeping a diary, but I felt I needed to put some of my thoughts down on paper. The sensitive ones, that I can't really put into words. And some of my experiences, so I won't forget anything.

Today, I woke up to Leo talking in his sleep. This was something new for me, and I probably wouldn't have awakened if he hadn't mumbled my name several times.
It started with pure nonsense, 'put the chickens back in the sock', stuff like that. Then it started to make some sense, he started saying my name, in a nice way, like he does when he's happy to see me.
"Hey.. Y/n. Aren't you gonna give.. me a-a hug?" He murmured in my shoulder. It was very amusing, hearing him speak his dreams.
"How are you gonna stop me?" He whispered, and I have no idea what he was seeing right then.
Nevertheless, I think this is the cutest thing I've ever witnessed from Leonardo. I'm amazed at how adorable he is.

~~~

Leo smiled as he closed to book, locked it and returned it to where they should be, only to turn to bed and see you sitting there with your arms crossed.

"Leo."

"Uh.. Y/n."

"You peeked in my diary! How could you!?" You whined, pouting. Leo chuckled and climbed in bed, pulling you down with him.

"Well you peeked in my closet. This was payback." Leo chuckled, nuzzling his face in your neck. Placing kisses on your shoulder, you squirmed when he kissed a soft spot.
"Did I really talk in my sleep?"

You glanced at him, your face revealing relief.
"That's the only entry you read?" He nodded. "Oh thank goodness." You muttered, and a mischievous glint appeared in Leo's deep blue eyes.

"Why? Is there something else I should know about?"

"N-no. Go to sleep." You pushed him back down, only for him to flip you over, grinning.

"But now I'm wide awake. What'd you write?"

You frown at him, your bottom lip sticking out in a pout. Leo chuckled and kissed you shortly before falling on top of you, flat on his stomach. His beak was touching your nose, and Leo gave you a teasing kiss, his lips barely brushing yours. You wheezed, and felt Leo's chuckle vibrate through his body, and yours.

"I... can't.. breathe.. Babe." You groan, and Leo reluctantly rolls off of you, snuggling close.

Donatello
Of course you wrote a lot, pages and pages. But there was one book, with little jewels on the corners, pretty pages bursting with colors, and a fancy little lock and pen, that you never let anyone even touch. Donnie wanted to know what was in there. Badly.
While you were out with April, Donnie scoured the Lair for your book. After hours of looking, he fell on the bed, exhausted. He closed his eyes for one second, when it hit him.
He dashed over to your desk in a secluded area of the Lab where you would write in peace. It had many drawers, all stuffed with writing materials. He had a hunch, and feeling under it, Donnie found a secret switch, and pulled it. Out popped a secret compartment, and inside, was your precious diary. Donnie had already found the key, tucked in a pair of your favorite socks (how original).
He unlocked it, smiling at the satisfactory click, and opened it. Seeing your messy handwriting, and beautiful patterns decorated the edges, this is what he read:

Y/n M/n L/n's
Diary of Thoughts,
Feelings,
And Daily Life.
*
Founded on
June 28th,
2012.

June 29th, 2012.

~~~

Dear Diary,
Today was a strange day.
I saw DONATELLO! I know it's impossible, but I saw him!!
He was hunting for mutagen! At first I thought I was hallucinating, but, I have no reason to. I am healthy, compared to other people. I don't drink, or anything like that. On the other hand, I do watch the show a lot. Maybe I did hallucinate. I don't know.
But, wouldn't it be great, if it was real? If it was, then they could be in the sewers at this very moment!
Or, maybe they traveled to another dimension, ours, chasing after something! I suppose I'll never know, it's unlikely I'll ever see him again.

But, oh my gosh, he was SO CUTE!!
Perfect detail! I could feel him breathing on me!!
And HIS FACCEEE! He looked so confused!! It was adorable!! If I wasn't so shocked, I might've kissed him right there. If he was real.
What if he is real? How could we not notice PD's, Foot ninja, reports of them beat up in alleys.

Ugh, I'm so confused.

~~~

July 9th, 2012.

Dear Diary,
HELP HELP HELP HELLLPPP!!

I FREAKING SAW HIM AGAIN!!

HE HELPED ME!!

My apartment disintegrated, and he came, and took me to APRIL O'NEIL'S HOUSE!! WHAT THE HECK!?!

THE FREAKING DONATELLO IS FUDGING REAL!

This is possibly the best day of my life, ignoring the fact that I'm homeless.

~~~

August 3rd, 2012.

Dear Diary,
I went to visit the turtles.
Not only that, but Donnie and I went full on nerd.

I'm sO HAPPY!!

~~~

Donnie continued to read, up to the latest entry.

~~~

May 14th, 2013.

Dear Diary,
Today me and Donnie did some experiments, all good stuff, y'know.
For the longest time, I thought he was fantasy. Now, I see him everyday. I'm always reminding myself to be thankful for him. Reminding myself not to take him for granted. He's the best thing that's ever happened to me.
I love watching him work. The way he sticks his tongue out when he's thinking really hard, how he frowns and grunts sometimes, then jumps up with victory. Then he looks at me with thE CUTEST SMILE, spins me around and kisses me. I absolutely love his kisses.

~~~

Donnie suddenly jumps up when he hears you return. He quickly puts everything back where it was, then runs out to greet you.

"Hey Baby Doll, how are you?" He calls, looking a bit flushed as he presses a kiss to your lips.

"Fine, Handsome. What've you been doing?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing at all."

You raised an eyebrow at his suspicious activity, but shrug it off.

When you took out your diary that night, you opened the secret compartment to see your book practically thrown to the back corner, and the pen was off and out on the desk. You gasped, realizing why Donnie was acting so suspiciously. You turned to find him, ending up in his room, where he was pretending to sleep.

"I know you're awake, you nosy little ninja." You jump on him, and he doesn't even flinch.

"Huh? Wh-what's going on?"

"You found my diary! And you read it!" You pout, crossing your arms over your chest. Donnie chuckles and gets up, pulling you close and looping his arms around your waist.

"I'm sorry, I was curious. I won't do it again, I promise." Donnie whispers, his warm breath tickling your skin, and you couldn't fight the urge to shiver.

"Stop it. I know what you're doing." You murmur, barely stopping yourself from melting in his arms.
Donnie begins to kiss your neck, sliding your sleeve down just enough to expose your bare shoulder to his painfully soft kisses. You groan, knees weakening as Donnie kisses down your arm to the inside of your wrist.

"Do you forgive me?" He whispers, smirking as you bite your lip and shake your head. "Very well."
Donnie sweeps you up, clumsily falling in bed and capturing you in his grasp. He tangles his legs with yours, continuing to kiss your shoulders and neck.

"Why?" You sigh when Donnie nuzzles your neck. "Why is it so hard to hold a grudge to you?"

Donnie chuckles, placing delicate kisses to your lips and jaw.
"Because you love my kisses, Baby Doll."

Raphael
Your diary looked like a cook book. It had flour, chocolate smudges, grease stains, the works. But Raph knew it was really a diary, and he really really wanted to see what you wrote about. While you were relaxing in the tub, Raph snuck in the kitchen to grab your diary, hiding with all the other cook books you owned. With no lock to interfere with his actions, Raph settled down on his bed and opened your diary like an everyday book.

Property of

Y/n M/n L/n.

Private.

Do not read.

~~~

26th of April, 2013

Dear Diary,
I am in distress.

Why?

Raphael.

Need I say more?

...

Yes.

I caught him in the middle of a intense workout/training session. He was glistening with sweat!

Oh, be still, my heart.

Then, tHEN, he struts in our room with onLY A TOWEL AND HIS EXTREMELY HAWT SMIRK PLASTERED TO HIS FACCEEE!

AAGGGHHH!

~~~

29th of April, 2013

Dear Diary
Oh foR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING INNOCENT, LIKE MIKEY..

CAN RAPH STOP BEING SO HOT FOR EVEN A MOMENT!?

I HAVE A FEELING ITS BAD FOR MY HEALTH TO BE AROUND EXTREME HEAT!!

Ok, ok, I'm alright..

No..

I'm not.

Raph's staring at me.

It's the, 'I might look like I could hurt you without blinking, but I'm really just a big ball of goo, and I love you' look.

He's smirking.

AGAIN!

~~~

Raph chuckles, glancing up at your diary for a second. He sees you standing in the doorway with wet hair, and your pajamas, wide eyed, and drops the book.

"Uh.. Sweetheart, hi. I, uh.. I totally wasn't reading your diary." Raph shoves the book under his pillow, flustered as you stomp forward.

"Why would you invade my privacy like that? I thought you were above that." You huff, pulling out the battered book for him to see.

"Uh.. I-I-" Raph sighs, "ok, ok, I'm sorry, I just wanted to take a peek.. no hard feelings?"

You make no move, your face is still sour, and Raph grows uncomfortable under your cold glare. Wrapping his strong arms around you, you fight the urge to return his hug. His hugs are always warm.

"Stop it." You hiss, but Raph only continues, picking you up and landing in bed. He smirks, and you blush as Raph kisses your all over your face, lingering on your lips.
You stay stiff as a board, until Raph starts tickling you.

"Ahh! R-Raphie, th-that's a-a dirty m-move!" You giggle, unable to hold back your laughter. Raph chuckles, kissing your cheek while his large green fingers graze over your sides.

"Say you forgive me." He responds coolly.

"Fine! Fine! I-I f-forgive y-you! S-st-stooop!"

Raph smiles and kisses you deeply. You smile and give in, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Michelangelo
Mikey always wondered what you wrote in the little book on your desk. You made no attempt to hide it, as you thought Mikey wouldn't peek. You were wrong.

While you were painting, which could last 5 minutes or 2 hours, Mikey decided to see what was in the little book. Inside, was little sketches of himself, that you made when he wasn't looking. Now, painting is your strong suit, but you can doodle, make rough sketches, not as good as L/g's, but pretty good. Around the sketches were some things you wrote.

~~~

March 5th.

Today Mikey raided the fridge. I made my first secret sketch of him stuffing his face. ;)

~~~

March 17th.

Mikey was in the zone today, doing twists and flips on his skateboard. I was able to quickly draw a few moves he did. He's so cute!

~~~

April 1st.

Mikey poured cold water on me while I was taking a shower!! So, to get him back, I switched the cream in his Oreos with toothpaste. Here's a sketch of him taking a bite of one, then spitting them out. Ehehehehe! >:)

~~~

May 13th.

Mikey woke me up with a kiss today. :)
I drew him playing one of his video games. He stole my pillow. XD

~~~

Mikey smiled, looking at more of your sketches, some of just him smiling, one of him gobbling a whole pizza, saving one slice for you.
You walk in the room, paint splatters on your old t-shirt, and stop when you see Mikey reading your diary. You run over and pull it away, pressing it to your chest.

"You read my diary!? How could you?!" You frown, acting more upset then you really were, wanting to make Mikey feel a little bad.

"I'm sorry Gumdrop, but I wanted to know what you wrote in there. You're good at sketching." Mikey smiles and kisses your lips, but you pretend to still be upset.
"Gumdrop? I said I was sorry. A-are you still mad at me? Please, don't be mad at me." Mikey hugs you, a sincere hug, clearly upset with himself, and you can't keep up the act any longer. You hug him back, resting your head on his shoulder.

"No, I'm not mad at you. Just promise me you won't peek in my diary anymore."

"I promise!" Mikey chirps, pecking your lips before cuddling with you on his bed.