Craft Bingo Fill: Satin

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There's a Rise of the TMNT episode where Donatello gets a purple satin jacket and is insufferable about it. And you know who in 2k3 would also be insufferable about it?

Bingo Card: Craft Bingo 2024
Prompt: Satin

Fandom: TMNT 2k3
Wordcount: 1,274
Summary: Mikey finds a purple satin jacket and does his level best to drive Raph through the roof. Will the rest of his family appreciate his new find?
Warnings: None
Notes: I'm going a little off of some ADHD/Autistic headcanons here for some of these characters, at least as it relates to texture sensitivity.
 

“Will you shut up about that stupid jacket, before I stuff it up your-”

“Leo! Hey Leo! Can you tell Raph to get better taste?”

“Leo, can you tell Mikey to stop being obnoxious for one second?!”

Leo rolled his head back from where he’d been sprawled on the couch reading his latest new japanese poetry acquisition courtesy of April, peering at them out of the corner of his eye. “How about we all take a deep breath and de-escalate the situation?”

Mikey and Raph looked at him and then back at each other. “Nah,” they both said in unison, each tossing a duffel bag off to the side.

“You’ve been on my last nerve all day, Mike, it’s time to put up or shut up!” Raph sent a targeted jab at Mikey’s ribs, frustration clear in the tense lines of his body. Mike dodged, blowing a raspberry.

Across the room, Leo slammed his book down on the couch and vaulted over the back. Less than ten seconds later, Raph and Mikey were both curled on the ground, rubbing their sore pinched nerves.

“Okay. Fine. Mikey first. What happened at the junkyard?”

Mikey groaned, looking up at Leo while he towered over them with his hands on his hips. Then he took in a big, inflating breath. “I found something really, really cool, and Raph is just a sore loser because I found it first!”

“I don’t want the stupid thing, I want you to stop talking about the stupid thing!”

Leo sighed, pinching between his eyes. “What. Thing.”

Mikey grinned, viper-quick, and rolled himself over to the duffel bag he’d hauled in. He pulled out the thing inside with a dramatic flourish, shaking it out in his hands. “See, Leo?”

It was a jacket.

A purple jacket made of a material that shone in the light, looking a little like a varsity jacket but with a giant purple dragon on the back.

“It’sapurplesatinjacket!” Mikey continued, turning it this way and that to show off, “the shimmery sheen, the exquisite violet hue, it has everything I love and even things I didn’t know I loved yet!”

Raph slammed a fist on the floor.

Leo tilted his head back and sighed. “Raph, if Mikey goes to bother Donny for a bit, would you hold off on the fratricide?”

Raph pushed himself to his feet, grabbing his own duffel bag in one tense fist and slamming the garage door behind him as he stomped off.

Mikey stood up and placed his fists on his hips, jacket dangling from his right hand, still shimmering away. “I bet if he spent five minutes running his stupid fingers along the satiny finish of my new jacket to calm down, he wouldn’t be that grumpy!”

“It’s a nice jacket, Mikey,” Leo said neutrally. “Very purple.”

“Why thank you! I was a little hesitant with the purple dragon motif an’ all, but you know what? The Purple Dragons don’t own purple or dragons, so why should they own purple colored dragons? That’s like surrendering territory to the enemy, here!”

“Sure, Mikey, whatever you say.”

Mikey squinted suspiciously. “You’re doing that thing where you pretend to be listening so I’ll keep talking until I get too tired of talking and you get your peace and quiet back, aren’t you?”

The corner of Leo’s mouth rose. “Sure, Mikey, whatever you say.”

“Well I never! I’m going to go to the only turtle in this joint that might appreciate this jacket for all its various satiny qualities, so there!”

And with that, Mikey hooked a finger in the collar and swung the jacket over his shoulder, and he stalked away, making sure to keep it at the right angle to be visible to Leo the entire time.

Leo shook his head, huffing once in amusement, then quietly fistpumped on his way back to the couch.

---

“Doooonny…”

“Mikey, I’m busy,” Donny grumbled, switching out the slides under his microscope. “Can it wait?”

“Doooonny…”

“I think I’m this close to a breakthrough, just give me, like, thirty more minu- oh!”

Mike had touched something against his bicep, something with a very pleasing texture. Without thinking about it, he dropped his hand from the fine adjustment knob, reaching for whatever it was, grazing it with his fingertips and then the back of his hand.

It was satin.

It was a very nice texture. Something in his brain went ‘!!!’

He twisted in the chair as far as his carapace would let him, trying to get a better look. Mikey was holding a satin jacket, purple, with a dragon on the back. When he noticed Donny looking, Mikey grinned widely and twisted his arms to flip the jacket and show off the inside – more purple satin, puffed up like it was lined with something fluffy and soft.

“Isn’t it the coolest? You legally have to say yes.”

“It’s nice.” He normally had better, more eloquent words than that, but Donny’s brain had gone a little staticky at the pleasing texture. He grabbed a sleeve and ran it across the inside of his opposite wrist.

“Nice! Smoothest, silkiest thing we slimy sewer dwellers have ever had the privilege of touching, and he says ‘nice’. Hey, you wanna try it on?”

He absolutely did.

---

When Raph surfaced from the garage for dinner, he saw Donny in the jacket and turned towards the entrance doors without missing a beat.

“Not hungry?” Called Leo, a barely-hidden smirk in his voice.

“Casey and I were gonna grab something before patrol, don’t wait up,” Raph grunted.

When the doors had finally closed behind him, Mikey turned to Donny with a wide-eyed look on his face, flexing his fingers. “Okay, we did the goof, now it’s my turn! Gimme!”

“I don’t know, Mike,” Donny mused, holding out his arms and turning around slowly, “I kinda like this style. I think purple just might be my color.”

Master Splinter nodded sagely. “That jacket suits you well, my son.”

“Noooo faiiiir I was being nice!”

Donny grinned, then started shrugging out of the jacket. “Sorry. You’re right, you were. Thank you for letting me try it on; it’s really comfortable.” He handed it over, patting Mikey on the top of the head.

Mikey hugged his prize close. “I guess I can’t blame you for wanting to keep it. It is the most awesome thing I’ve ever owned. Hey, do you think we can get a matching set?”

“With what money?” Leo prompted.

“You don’t understand! It’s worth every penny! I’d live on the streets if it meant we could all have matching satin jackets. Think of how cool we’d be! Our street cred would go through the roof!”

Leo didn’t seem to see Mikey’s Vision. “Our living situation is rough enough as it is, Mike. And I’m not wearing one of those, so don’t-”

Mikey and Donny had exchanged a glance while Leo was speaking, and before he could finish, Mikey had enveloped him in a bear hug and Donny had flopped the silk jacket over Leo’s shoulders, then they both stepped back.

“-bother. Ah,” Leo blinked, feeling the texture for the first time as it brushed across the back of his neck, sleeves dangling over his arms. “Okay, it is quite nice, actually.” He grabbed a sleeve and rubbed it between two fingers.

The entrance door slammed open. “Just back to grab the flex sockets, Casey needs to borrow ‘em.” Raph said, waving his phone, then stopped in his tracks as he seemed to register Leo now covered in the purple jacket.

He threw up his hands, wordlessly, stomping back towards the garage.

“You were saying, about matching jackets?” Leo leaned over to murmur to Mikey.

Mikey smiled a thousand-watt smile.