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Crush Too Much - Part 19

RotTMNT Donatello x GN!Reader

Warnings: Longing, Angst, Fluff, Embarrassment, Overbearing Siblings, Aged-up Turtles

Synopsis: So you met a customer three times at work and that made a pretty big impression on you? That’s nothing to necessarily get worked up over, but when you’re all prepared to ask for his number the next time you see him and his brother gets involved instead, you might be in for something more than you bargained for.

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Mikey's Merriment

Leaned against a trunk and just tucked into a grouping of trees, Donatello stared across the road. Twilight cast odd shades of orange against the concrete exterior of the American Museum of Natural History. He told himself he hadn’t meant to arrive so early, but there was also no denying his excitement. In less than a week’s time since the successful boardwalk outing, his text chain with you no longer felt abysmal. In fact, it seemingly rivaled a less encumbered time earlier in your friendship. His lips downturned slightly from their neutral position. He wasn’t sure if 'friendship' was the right word for it. At the time he thought it was, but now having himself in the position you had been at the time complicated the matter. It was an odd spot where the seeds of close platonics begged to be sprouted into the romantic. Though the botany metaphor was something he adored, he was unwilling to maintain that headspace.

Flicking his thumb aggressively over his device, the text chain cycled backwards until an image of your key chains appeared. It had been a running joke between the two of you to put the plushes in increasingly ‘dangerous’ situations. The amusing roleplay you had come up with had been a great icebreaker and excuse to continue texting at near any hour of the day. Smiling to himself, Donatello remembered how he’d even convinced Hypno to pose with it mid-battle. There was something to be said about the banter in a long-term hero-villain association. After several rereads of the thread, he glanced across the street again to find the museum closing up for the day. It meant there were exactly 30 minutes until the scheduled meet-up time. Losing focus, he watched as a continuous stream of people filtered by on the sidewalk.

The late October weather made his hoodie a cozy hideaway. With the nights dipping lower, it was almost time to dig out his winter wardrobe. Letting his head gently rest against the tree, he ruminated over the last year. The technical anniversary sat around a month ago, but there hadn’t been time to consider it. Tapping a finger to his phone’s case, he shifted as a thought took hold. Scrolling back through his meticulous calendar he found the date you officially considered your meeting. He then cycled back through to this year and found the fashion show was only a single day off from 365. It was oddly fortuitous to the point where he wished it were just exact. Giving a satisfied hum to himself, he brought his gaze back to the museum and immediately spotted you walking up.

Flicking his eyes to his phone found you 20 minutes early. It wasn’t as if you were late, but your punctuality was predictable. Curious, he dropped his goggles down to watch you more closely. You walked up, vigilantly scanning all the nooks and crannies of the exterior. He smiled as he presumed he was the cause. Having not located him, you seemed to give a long sigh of relief. You then hopped up to sit on a stone ledge and brought a hand up to your chest. He adjusted the zoom as your lips started to move, but you stopped as soon as he did so. Instead, he got a close up of your furrowed brow. Your lashes descended and your lips came together into an o-shape. He swallowed hard. Your body relaxed as you seemingly blew out a stream of air in a focused exhale. Your eyes then popped open and you gave a single tight nod. Lifting his goggles, Donatello wasn’t sure if that was something he should brood over. A shred of his imagination was already running wild with love-struck implications, but he shook them away. Rather than marinate on it for the next 15 minutes, he instead emerged from the park and crossed the road.

You caught sight of him as he reached the opposite sidewalk. “That’s not the direction I expected you to come from…”

“I seem to remember something…” He tried to suppress his giddy smile to make the comment more convincing. He hid what he could through an extended arm and a digit pressed to his forehead as if it could recall his memory. “’Everything is a surprise with you?’” He then removed his hand and pushed the finger against your forehead in a mock show of transferring the knowledge.

“You’ve got me there.” You reached up and gently pushed his arm away.

He might have imagined it, but it almost seemed like you lingered. “We did not exchange salutations.”

“Of course, my mistake.” Into the motion of rolling your eyes you hopped off the ledge and onto your feet. “Hello, humble protector. We meet today in the shadow of a closed museum.”

He was sent right back to the rooftop. The flighty feelings as you’d offered your hand to him were something that he chalked up to patrol adrenaline. He knew far better now, but the fact you were joking about such a time wasn’t something he knew how to handle. “Well, citizen…” He straightened his posture and put authoritative hands on his hips. “The museum before you has closed for the general public.”

“We’re not breaking in so you can keep the cover of night, right?” You broke character as anxiety flooded your voice.

“What, no.” It frustratingly brought him out of the charade as well. “Tonight’s member’s night.”

“Oh, you’re a member?”

“Of course I am!” He crossed the distance to the steps as he nursed the supposed insult to his dignity.

You gave a light jog to catch up. “Want me to ask for forgiveness? How dare I not know that!?” You hopped a few steps and turned to look at him now eye level.

“It’s an investment.” He retorted flatly. “The thinned crowd and late night hours are just bonuses.”

“I suppose that is pretty cool…” You turned to look at the building. “But how do I fit into this?”

“I’m going to assume I haven’t inflated your ego somehow and instead venture to ask if you mean ‘how does this fit into the expiatory extravaganza?’”

“Since I’m not the one with an ego stroking issue, let’s just say with your alternate phrasing works.”

He made a face. “Using such language in front of this.” He cleared a few steps in a single bound and threw his arms up at the museum. “A hall of learning!”

“I don’t…” You let out a laugh. “Which word?”

He gestured to the building again with a pointed grimace.

“Ah.” You snapped your fingers. “I thought I could get you.”

“Not with that poor excuse of an attempt.” He looked down his nose at you and stepped up to the building where an elderly couple were granted entry. “If you follow me, I can answer your question.”

“Some kind of experiential learning?” You wondered, following.

“If I answer that it defeats the purpose.”

You snapped again.

“Is this going to be a thing tonight? I just need to know how long to keep my guard up for.”

“If I answer that it defeats the purpose.” You did a little impression of him before taking the door handle.

You opened the door as he approached, but he stopped shy of the threshold to crowd you for a moment. “Cute.” He dropped the phrase simply, eyeing you up before straightening and strolling in with his hands clasped behind his back.

The fact that it took you 37 seconds to follow meant the move had its intended effect. He considered it retribution and not flirting. When you’d resumed your place at his side, he checked in at the front desk with reserved tickets before steering you to the Halls of Gems and Minerals.

He stopped just before entering the exhibit and did an about face.

You took careful note of him and then the display above the wing before a little smile played on your lips. “I see now.”

“Yes, well…” He sneered over his shoulder.

“Doing something you hate is a pretty good marker of how sorry you are.” You side stepped him and entered to hall.

He trailed behind. “That is some people’s opinions.”

“It makes me kinda want to guess which brother suggested it.”

“Only partially?” Donnie would latch on to any conversational crumbs that could distract his mind from the rocks.

You approached the first display case on the left and looked over it thoughtfully. “Since I don’t know what the next two events are, it wouldn’t be a good guess.”

He hummed with approval, passing only a glance at the informational placard.

You both moved through three more displays cases and he couldn’t mask his disdain. Unlike the pier, there were no airs to put on. It was just cabinet after cabinet filled with different types of rocks. There was some novelty to their formation and ancient status, but beyond that they were mostly bland, roughly textured hunks. He slouched further and further into himself with the only solace being he was upholding his end of the bargain.

“Psst.” He shifted from the depths of his hoodie to find you looking up at him.

“Yes?” Maybe he’d withdrawn a little too much.

You tilted forward and threw a finger up to your lips. You then pretended to glance around the room as if there were a crowd.

He gave a curious nod.

“You got the stuff?” You whispered, leaning in closer with a hand held up to cover your mouth.

He eyed you carefully and took particular note of how your other hand was jammed into your jacket pocket. He instantly grasped what you were reaching for. “Oh, I got it.” He stuffed his hands into his hoodie.

You mouthed a countdown and at the same time you both pulled out your plushes. You giggled happily as they twisted near each other until the magnets clicked them together. “They had such a hard week apart.”

“The blender debacle was quite the stress on purple.” Donnie gave his head a sympathetic shake.

“White was caught by a supervillain! That can’t possibly compare.” You released your keychain and Donnie brought the pair close.

“Don’t judge an individual’s struggles.” He clicked his tongue before observing the plushes once more. An idea formed so he laced his drawstring through both key rings and tied it off. The pair happily clung to each other from off his hoodie.

You stopped and bit your lip in an attempt to dampen a huge oncoming grin. “That’s too much. Can I take a pic?”

“But of course.” Donnie struck a pose and you shook your head with amusement as you unearthed your phone. As soon as you lifted the camera, however, he dropped out of the act and put on an aloof expression.

“Say ‘I’m not having any fun!’”

“Does it need to be said when it’s a simple fact?” He brought up a palm to enforce his point and the shutter went off.

“I must say that while this idea was fine in theory, in practice it’s kinda bumming me out.” You reviewed the photo carefully.

He frowned. He should have considered that fact. It was something his brother’s had grouched to him about on multiple occasions. He adjusted his posture in preparation. “I see, I’ll strive to-”

“Nah.” You held up your phone and took a few more photos of him.

Though his was mostly unprepared, he was able to muster a few different facial expression amongst the series. “You did not let me finish.”

“Because I don’t want you to fake it.” You nodded to your phone, satisfied, and pocketed the device. “How about a game?”

“Color me intrigued.” He agreed as you lead him to the next display.

“Kinda like these cuties.” You poked the plushes. “Let’s find each other’s stone.”

He turned and looked out at the expanse of the hall. “You want me to select a rock that represents you?”

You seemed amused. “There’s also gemstones.”

“Shiny colored rocks.” He brought his gaze lethargically back to you.

“Not even a game can get you into this, hm?” You tipped your head to one side.

He sighed and reviewed the room again. “Or rather how am I supposed to compare you to some hunk of earth? A flower would do you better justice, something with-” He froze, realizing the connotation of the words spilling out of his mouth. His throat tightened and this time the slow trip his eyes took back to you was done out of fear.

You didn’t seem upset, but instead your were colored with mild surprise in the shape of raised brows and parted lips.

“Are we going to just keep ignoring the absurdly large geodes?” Donnie’s voice was so tightly coiled it almost teetered into laughter. His limbs moved robotically as he waddled over to the closest suspended object. He wasn’t really looking at it as he was through it. Still, he felt you approach.

“Woah…” You breathed.

He didn’t dare glance at you, but instead forced his eyes to focus on the behemoth in front of him. Within the geode was a veritable galaxy of purples bespeckled with reflective stars of white. He felt his blood pressure bottom out as it reminded him of the meteor shower. That night had yet to be fully scrubbed of his transgressions.

“It says it’s a amethyst with purple quartz crystals and it’s 9 feet tall.”

He nodded dumbly.

“There’s a taller one over there, but it’s skinnier.” From the way your jacket rustled you must be pointing. Unfortunately, he was caught in a mix of unable and not wanting to look away.

You stood by him in solemn silence until an exhale was ripped from him. He wasn’t sure when he’d started to hold his breath.

“Guess I don’t need to pick then.” Your voice was warm with understanding.

“What do you mean?” His, on the other hand, sounded far away.

“This one’s you.”

He blinked.

“Funny answer or the deep one?”

He wondered if you looking at him or the geode. “Both.”

“Purple.” You stated flatly.

Though it didn’t illicit any comedic response, it did give him enough wherewithal to close his eyes.

“But it’s also a kind of sweep you off your feet sort of piece. It has a clarity that means you can see everything, but there’s so much to see that it’d be impossible to catch every little detail in a single lifetime. It’s somehow both uplifting and grounding at the same time…”

The words and their contextual meaning seeped into his brain slowly. As they did, they translated into a rapid pre-heating of his face until his cheeks were fully aflame. When he finally snapped his head to the side to catch a glimpse of you, you were wandering off to the next display. There was no way he could follow something like that up. In desperation, Donatello scoured the space with his eyes as his feet were glued to the ground. He’d already stated his case and point on the stones. You saw something in them, or maybe him, that he certainly didn’t.

Then, as if reading his mind, you spoke. “Guess we’ll have to go to the Botanical Garden sometime.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.” He watched as your rounded a slab of teals and greens. “I expect you to tell me which flower I am.”

He had to wrap a hand around his mouth to keep a confession from slipping out.

Leo's Levity

“An often overlooked aspect is the tightness of the laces.” Donatello wound the string around his fingers and gave it a tug.

“Mhm.” You listened above him from your perch on a bench.

He slipped a hand behind your skate and gave the laces another tug. “It helps keep your ankle straight, a folly that many first timers fail to take into consideration.” Satisfied, he tied the strings. “It’s much safer when there’s no wiggle room.”

“Huh.” Out of the corner of his eye he could see your fingers curl around the bench and squeeze.

Pausing he glanced up from where he was knelt down in front of you, tying your skates. “Rambling?” He wasn’t sure why he dropped the full sentence structure.

“No.” You lips wrinkled. “Your explanation is enlightening, I just…” You clinked your one skate against the ground. “…usually tie my own shoes?”

He blinked at you and then down to your other, yet to be tied, skate. Stiffening, the last few minutes flooded back to him. He’d been so caught up in the euphoria of exposition that the skate rental process sort of flew by. After getting a pair, you took to a bench where he continued on in his account and rounded you unconsciously. He then paired his verbal instructions to physical ones without even asking you if that was alright.

His mouth opened and closed.

He brought his gaze up to you and hoped it translated enough regret.

You giggled as you seemingly connected the dots. “You might as well finish the other one?”

Rigid, he began to twist the undone laces through the hooks. “I apologize. I’d say I don’t know what came over me, but…”

“Just another Donatello surprise.” There was a soothing quality to your voice.

He shook his head and similarly tugged on your shoestrings. “For the record, I am confident in your ability to do this yourself.”

“I wasn’t worried. It’s honestly fine.” You shifted your foot slightly to kick up his attention. “You hear that Donnie’s brain?”

He flicked his eyes up for just a moment as he finished tying off a knot. “He hears you loud and clear. It’s the application of said concepts that I can’t attest to.” He stood and slipped his own skates from where they were threaded across his shoulders.

“Sure, sure.” You clinked your feet together, testing their new outfitting. “I’m sure you can guess what my brain is thinking.” He rounded you to take his own seat on the bench and watched you gesture to his skates as he passed.

“I am beginning to think you’re just jealous you do not have a signature color.” Through a single finger he held up his still knotted purple skates.

“I will neither confirm nor deny.” You made a show of rolling your eyes and continued to admire your laces. “I’m surprised you have your own pair. Do you skate often?”

“No. In fact…” Between untying his laces, Donnie sorted through his mental files. “I don’t believe I’ve ever properly skated. Though, there have been a few makeshift "work" sessions however.”

“Some kind of ice mutant?” You wondered.

“Not specifically, no. More like forethought into environmental manipulation.” No longer putting on a show, he made quick work of suiting up.

“So you bought them just for this? I hope that’s not a waste.” You leaned forward at the thought to get a better glimpse at his skates.

“Made.” He corrected, taking to his feet.

“You made them?!” You bent forward until your chest touched your legs to better study the footwear.

“When you compare that to the price of custom skates that accommodate these feet, you’ll find I made the wiser choice.” He took a few steps forward and turned with an outstretched hand.

“I should have thought of that.” You shook your head and rose up to take his offer.

“Not at all. There’s a reason we all prefer to go barefoot.” With a little tug he pulled you to your feet.

You bounced up and down a few times, testing the thin blade you were balanced on. “Barefoot in New York…”

“There are some things better left unsaid.” He pretended to give you the queasy cold shoulder as he headed to the shoe locker. He found that you kept tether to his hand on the way. Pleased that you were behind him, he let the mushy expression as a result run over his features before tucking it away. To access the lockers, contact was lost, but he didn’t let it get to him. He focused as you both headed over to the rink.

The little inlet approached and he took to the side of it. “Ready?”

You brought prepared fists to your chest. “Rockefeller is going down!”

“The titular brothers are long dead, but I am always for dismantling wealth inequality.” He waved you to go first and watched as you carefully set out on the ice.

He hovered behind and you awkwardly waded into the rotation of skaters. Keeping close to the wall, you seemed stable enough so he slid up beside you. You passed him a glance from where you’d been focusing on your feet. “You’re so stiff.”

“Whatever do you mean?” He lifted one of his skates and in a twist of momentum, used it to turn himself around so he was gliding backwards.

“Your body.” You flapped a hand at him and it shifted your balance. You snuck the flub under a more aggressive thrust, which put you a little pace ahead of him. “You’re like a plank of wood!”

“Hm?” He looked down and found his posture impeccable. “It’s easier to balance when your core is tight and the weight is properly distributed.” He used a similar turn to right himself as the first curve approached.

“I have… so many questions…” Your sentence clipped as you focused on maneuvering the semi-circle.

“I have an adequate amount of answers.” He languidly replied, taking the same curve on a single skate.

“This is seriously the first time you’ve skated!?” You squawked as soon as the straight away resumed.

“Your sarcasm is duly noted.” He chuckled. He was quite enjoying the chance to show off. So far, Leo’s ascertain had been completely wrong too, which happened to be wonderful little bonus.

“Oh, of course.” You seemed to throw your hands up, but caught them from going higher than your shoulders. “You probably trained for years standing on the tips of bamboo poles!”

“Stereotypes are unbecoming.” He mused and outpaced you a bit.

“Did you though?” You called out after him, shuffling in an attempt to catch up.

“Not bamboo per say…” He trailed off.

“But definitely the balance training?” You huffed, finally joining his side once again.

“Do you want me to go into detail about our regimes or would you rather pay me the envious compliment that is skating on the tip of your tongue?” He slowed a bit and bent at the knees to redistribute his weight. Once he was cleared, he used the change to bend forward and brought his face close to yours awaiting a response.

A moment of shock passed over your features first and then a tepid glare. He watched as your lips started to part when a young voice screamed out.

“Watch the flow of traffic, love birds! Gross!” A pre-teen rocketed by, purposefully wedging himself in the tiny space between you and the wall. It caused an inevitable drive-by and immediately threw you off balance.

You floundered, your arms darting out wildly. In his bent position, he couldn’t correct you or himself in time. Your skates rapidly clicked against the ice in search of traction before finally sliding out from under you. Hurtling forward, you grasped frantically until your fingers found the first object they could get a hold of: the flaps of his trapper hat. With your full weight a counterbalance at his neck, Donnie’s reflexes kicked in. He dropped down under the load, shifting it to his feet. With them skating on a blade, he then pushed off and against the wall to keep from an outright collapse.

With the crisis averted, he took a moment to breath before surveying the result. He pulled back to find you nestled between his chest and the wall. You seemed alright, though you weren’t quite at the processing stage as he was. He had a hand gripping the partition on either side of you and, as you blinked off the adrenaline, the intimacy of the position seeped into his skin. Through his thick jacket, he couldn’t feel your warmth, but that didn’t keep his body from imagining it could. Regaining your bearings, you looked up at him with owlish surprise.

“Kids, right?” You spoke, your gaze dropping down just as quickly as you’d found his.

“Yeah.” He responded curtly, pivoting around to find the culprit and not in a pathetic attempt to give you some distance from his person. He found the boy already off ice and being scolded by someone. Smugly satisfied, Donnie turned back to find you hunkered into yourself. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah… My hearts just still racing…” You mumbled, your voice muffled against your jacket.

“Let’s take a break then.” He pushed off the wall.

“Wait!”

The smooth ice meant he drifted back incrementally from one of your outstretched hands.

“Yes…?” He was thankful for the cold air on his face as it was a quick tempering solution for his overactive imagination. It almost seemed like you didn’t want him to let go of you. That had to another one of cupid’s tricks.

“W-we haven’t even done a full lap yet!” You were practically buzzing. He watched as you scooted into a turn and pushed off into the flow of skaters.

“You sure you’re alright?” It took him a single stride to catch up.

“Yes! It’s just… scary! It WAS scary, I mean!” You made shorter strides as if you were trying to run away, but it only translated to a treading water motion.

“Gliding is easier and takes less effort.” He offered quietly. Your anxious energy paired with your resistant attitude meant he wasn’t quite sure how to react.

“Would you-!” You started and stopped to give him a passing glance.

He recoiled from the strange look on your face. You then seemingly used that hitch by grabbing the wall and propelling yourself forward in one quick slingshot. He stared after your from as you then took his advice and started making longer strides. Confused and with his own nerves starting to fray, he kept his pace steady. He watched as your gritted form then proceeded to circle the rink, lapping him twice. Each time you passed, he couldn’t quite grab your expression. It took until the third pass for you to finally join his side once again.

The silence between you felt deafening amongst the idle background chatter.

As another lap ticked by, Donnie could only nervously glance at you out of the corner of his eye. Your face was staunchly out of his view. The looming threat of his first make-up failure resonated on the horizon. As far as he could tell it didn’t seem to be a fault of his own at least. It also wasn’t something he’d stand for, however. He closed his eyes for a moment and practiced a re-centering technique. A calm wave swept over him and his leant himself over to his brain’s processor. It quickly conjured up a hundred or so possible actions. Sorting the data into categories of likely and unlikely to help, he paused when Leos’ suggestion came up. He was about to swipe the offending note to "unlikely' when April’s voice reminded him that he was supposed to be putting his trust into them. Frowning, he came back to the rink and stared you down.

“Let’s race.”

For a moment he wasn’t sure you heard him. Then slowly, you turned to look at him. He took note of your otherwise blank expression. “What?”

“A race; we’ll do a lap around the rink and the winner gets full gloating rights; a much needed release if you will.”

You were again slow to process the information, but you shifted to survey a couple who skated by. “What about them?”

“What about them?” Though his heart wasn’t in it, he put on his best smug smile. “One lap won’t harm anyone.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Probably won’t harm anyone. I suppose that will all depend on whether or not you try to take someone else out again.”

Fire immediately lit in your eyes.

A little bit of innocent chiding wasn’t usually his style in this type of scenario, but Donnie had come to find that a little violent outburst could be a great remedy for a brush with mortality.

“Fine.” You ground out. “Starting line is the entrance.”

“Let’s also put hot cocoa on the line. Loser buys.”

“Doubling down before you’ve even won?” You responded coolly.

“You think you have a chance?” Pushing onto one skate, he did a single twirl.

“Keep it up.” Your voice was still smooth, but your shoulders bunched up.

“It’s coming up.” He pointed, steeling himself. He needed to believably throw the race. Mapping out the rink and its attendants into mental blueprints, he located an older man presumably with his grandson and charted their velocity. Then accounting for his own speed, he marked off an intersection point where he could fake getting hung up by the pair. If he estimated your speed accurately, then it would just cause him to lose. It was foolproof. Parting a final glance to you before hitting the starting line. He found your ever neutral expression unnerving somehow. He tried to brush it off as the last few feet quickly disappeared.

You shot off as soon as the inlet was breeched.

For a split second, he stared dumbfounded at your suddenly Olympic form before his mental alarm bells went off. He dropped his center of gravity and took off after you. Your head start and decisive skating meant he struggled to make headway. He’d almost thought you’d been putting on airs the whole time. That was until you suddenly swung wide in order to avoid the earlier logged old man and grandson. Unequipped for the wide arc, your arms flew out and spiraled as you teetered onto one skate in the sharp momentum. He was about to cut across the rink to help, when the half-moon instead carried you through and back into a straight line.

Staring, he’d lost even more distance. He pushed his legs to their limit, but there just wasn’t enough time to make up all the rink he’d lost. Coming around the second curve, Donnie watched as you hopped right out of the rink at the finish line and took a few awkward steps on dry land. Adjusting, you then quickly spun around and pressed yourself up against the wall just before the door to watch his approach. He forgot to keep his speed when he noticed you’d dropped the indifferent veneer. He snapped back to his board-like stance when a bright smug smile burst out between your cheeks. He drew in close to the wall as he rounded the rink towards you.

“What was that?” He remarked with an accusatory finger as he drew in close. He couldn’t waste time being awestruck. Though he’d honestly lost, he still had a role to play. A shred of your usual self returned and he’d assume any character to keep it that way.

“Vengeance!” You shouted and all but threw yourself over the wall to grab his hand.

His head jerked as you caught hold of him and sharply pulled at an angle. The lack of friction underfoot meant he wasvsuddenly hurtling towards the inlet at an uncontrollable speed. With nary a moment to think, his skates hit the metal separation point and all he could do was force his weight up when they inevitably hooked. You released your hold on him and he, on the tips of his skates, made several clumsy jumps before teetering as his momentum finally slowed. He was just about to blow out a relived puff of air when he felt a finger tap to his shell. It had just enough pressure to cause him to collapse over in a heap.

Snapping up and spinning around in an instantaneous recovery, he found you gloating next to him.

“You’re right. I do feel better.”

You were close enough that he could see it in your eyes as well; you were utterly unencumbered. The feeling was infectious and his own features softened before he grasped what was happening. He only realized he’d let one of his enamoured smiles out when surprise began to steep your featurs. He felt his throat constrict as he forced his lips into a tight line. He was sure you caught the fear in his eyes. He waited for disappointment, but instead you took on what he labeled as compassionate smile.

“I believe you owe me a hot cocoa?”

“Yes. I believe I do.” He mentally blessed the reprieve you’d granted him. He was safe, at least for now.

“Were you really going to make me buy cocoa when you’re supposed to be the one making up?” You held out a hand and he took it.

“I was going to throw the race.” You gave a small tug and he stood.

“What?” You recoiled and released his hand. “That’s terrible!”

He dusted himself off. “Your legitimate victory serendipitous then. You inadvertently saved me from myself.”

You continued to drill him about his plan as you went back to grab your shoes. He made sure to praise your dodge maneuver as you put them on. The realization that you’d beaten a ninja at something sunk in as you returned your skates. Your glowing excitement ended up warming him up more than the cocoa.

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getindumdums · 3 months

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You’re not in the competition but you’re getting flowers anyways

Tello, aka Donatello, Donnie, DonTron, and Othello Von Ryan, was just going to take one look. Just one. They already figured out the coordinates back to his universe. As to be expected with the four of them.

He perked his head through the portal. “Woahhh~!”

In the weird subspace of the competition. Alternate versions of him and his brothers were everywhere. Including what looked like older counterparts. It was mind boggling and it made Tell’s brain run wild.

There were however some turtles he didn’t recognize. But upon closer inspection, he found that he actually did. Maybe the others wouldn’t stand out too much here. Maybe they could all dress up. But then again, he was the best dressed out of any of them.

Yes~. He would be dressed in a fine suite, or maybe go with his more ‘bad boy’ look. Maybe something new. Though however, it looked like he’d have to wait next competition.

A little voice perked up. “Hello!” Tello, startled look down. “You’re not in the competition.” They stated it. Like they knew. They were a small, dark green turtle. One he definitely didn’t recognize.

“…Ugh no.”

“Well! You’re getting flowers anyway!” She was holding glowing flowers. Red, blue, orange and purple. Their colors.

“Oh.” Battle shell arms grabbed the flowers, Tello putting them in a vase his armor also pulled out.

“Thank you.” He was definitely intrigued. As a lover of botany he was captivated by the multi-color bioluminescence.

“By any chance do you have three more batches? 16 total? To be precise.”

Her eyes widened, but she grinned, “Uh-huh!” pulling out more flowers from nowhere. Probably hammer space.

He took those too. “Thank you.”

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shinigami-9000 · 1 month

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𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚝

Salutations! This is Commander Hamato Donatello, of the Hamato-led Resistance. I've finally figured out how to communicate across universes. I'm certain that this genius breakthrough will greatly benefit Earth's people. You're welcome. ----------------------------------------------------

If our paths have never crossed before and you're curious, here's some basic information about me:

> Name(s): Hamato Donatello / Othello von Ryan > Pronouns: He/Him > Gender: FTM trans man > Race: Half mutant spiny softshell turtle/Half Japanese Human > Age: 39 > Favorite Color(s): Take a wild guess > Interests: Tech/Electronic music/Botany nerd ----------------------------------------------------

. Partner: @tobysage-spiritseer . Daughter:@hazy-dazy-resistance-warrior ....................[OOC BELOW].....................

general tags character tags about me (WIP)

Note: If you are interested in joining or interacting as a canon character or an OC, please ask me or one of my friends who run the other RP blogs first, since we have formed an established group and storylines. We just want to be able to keep things organised/lh

#wow one season later and i still have full battery [ooc posts]#pinned post #This future Donnie is from my own future AU #the genius built!au #the one which is connected to my own Separated AU #he is an older @dontrontech9000

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shadowbends · 9 months

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Raphael waved his hands. “Okay, okay, so hospitals are out. Next idea?” Donatello leaned backwards in his chair, balancing on its rear legs. “We kidnap a doctor, obviously. I’ve made a list of five candidates-”

Draxum and Donatello bond over botany to avoid opening up about all the things they're definitely hiding. The family discusses what they can do next, and Draxum makes a choice.

#chapter 4 is up!#draxum is worried it's gross really #he doesn't know what to do with it #we'll see how that pays off next time #very proud of how that scene with donnie came out though #considering it was unplanned #rottmnt #rottmnt fic #don't pay my ransom #no rest for the weary

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a-random-pillow · 1 year

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Single Post AUs, Infections Adapt aka Kraang Bad Ending, but with a twist

Kraang always adapt, they always change and they always survive. Their 'defeat' was merely a setback, they just had to change there stragies.

Kraang's numbers were 1, the brother had died along with the Technodrome, the sister had been killed by humans. Now Prime was the only one left.

Luckily for Kraang the turtles had missed one little detail, the turtle known as Donatello was infected. It was security measure; any being bonding with the Technodome was either Kraang or would become Kraang.

For weeks Kraang Prime had been altering the infection, re-building and re-shaping. He named this new strain the true assimilation while the original strain was named the zomeibefaction or false assimilation.

Donatello

He only realized when it was to late, his body was no longer only his and his mind had been corrupted. His memoires were re-arranged, and his values altered.

Donatello had thought he was fine, he had shown no symptoms and he had even preformed scans on himself but still he as infected.

He had gained new memoires, himself(?) and Kraang prime waiting for eternity in the prison dimension. Memoires where he was wandering the Technodome, building ships and colonizing planets.

He had to finish what they started, he needed to rebuild and re-grow. His new purpose, build the Kraang.

Draxum

He was infected second, his bio engineering skills made him a threat and a valuable asset. The goat yokai had been desperate to make emends with his children and all Donnie had to do was ask for Draxum to take him to his old lab.

In a sense Draxum had his wished fulfilled, he and Donatello were now one about as close as you could be. The alchemist had panicked at first, he was terrified, but Kraang promised him knowledge and helped him wash away his negative emotions.

Draxum found new purpose in re-growing the Kraang using his botany skill and bio engineering H\he made new strong Kraang vines capable of withstanding or regenerating form any Biochemical.

Rapheal

Next was Rapheal, he had been choosing as security to protect the new brains of the operation. Kraang knew that there spreading created risk of discovery and if so, they needed someone to make sure Donatello and Draxum got out.

Draxum ambushed him while he was on a patrol alone. The Kraang promised him his family’s safety and the strength to protect the world.

How could a hero say no?

Michangelo

He had been to one to ripe a whole in the prison dimension, he was a wild card that needed to be controlled.

Mikey made it very easy, all Kraang had to do was have Draxum ask the boys over for a movie night. Donatello said no to keep an eye on Splinter and Leo while Raphael accepted to ensure Mikey couldn’t escape.

Mikey noticed before they Draxum could infect him, he would have escaped to if he didn’t look back at Raph.

Kraang promised Michangelo freedom, love and respect. He won’t ever lose anything because Draxum and Raphael won’t let anything happen.

Splinter

He was the first to realize they didn’t win. He had seen the back of Donatello’s shell, he had gone to tell the others then realized that others could be infected and he didn’t know how to check. So, he watched thought his heart broke. He noticed the sudden closeness between Raph, Mikey, Donnie and Draxum.

He trusted his gut and told Leo, it was them against the rest of their family in a game of Mafia. All he could do was act as normal as possible and pray. Leo could find a cure.

He knew his time was coming, the boys were planning to hangout with Casey and April. He was certain that he would be infected, he had considered running but then the Kraang would know that someone had realized what was going on. It was better for Leo if he played along.

He was quite as he heard Draxum's food steps stop behind his chair. Splinter waited for... well anything but in a soft voice Draxum muttered

"I'm sorry, but this will make it better"

Then the felt the fleshy vine wrap around his neck.

He felt the joy of his boys as his mind joined the hive, and the sumgnass of Kraang Prime.

April

She knew something was going on, but she had been hopeful, she had been Donnie be more comfortable outside his lab, Splinter become more active, Draxum be more openly affectionate, Ralph stress less and Mikey returning to his happy self. She should have known nothing good happens to this family.

Leo had told herself, and Cassandra, he didn't want Junior to find out just yet.

She could see how much strain this was taking on Leo and helped has much as she could. Using her limited Tech Knowledge to try and make... something, a cure? This was Donnie or Draxum's thing not April's.

She knew it was over when Draxum came over for dinner. Her mother regularly asked him to come to there place for dinner and he never accepted until now. She played along so she won't give away Cass and Leo.

The dinner went by without any kraang things, she got a hint of hope that nothing would happen but she could never be lucky.

Before the goat yokai left April's mom offered a hug and Draxum surprisingly accepted. Her mother pushed April forward and she hugged the TMNT's second dad. Then she felt the cool slimily thing slip under the selves of her shirt.

In a few seconds her mind was linked with the rest of the infected.

Casey Jones Jr

It's pity that gets Casey, apparently the new strand of infection still allows most of their personality to remain. Junior is infected next because the rest of the Clan doesn't want him to suffer.

He wasn't told what was happening, he could have expected it. One second, he was relaxing with Donnie and Mikey watching Lou Jitsu Movies, the next a Kraang Tentacle had wrapped itself around his face.

There was only a few second of pure fear and panic before the Kraang washed away his overwhelming emotions. There is no more content anxiety, no more flash backs just him perfectly at ease with his family.

Cassandra Jones

She wonders why the Kraang haven't grabbed Leo yet, he is one of the most skilled fighters and they have everyone else. I doesn't make sense to her.

Until she realizes, this is just as much vengeance as it is world domination. This is Kraang Prime getting revenge on Leo for trapping him. That's why he infected everyone but Leo and that's why Cassandra is next.

Cassandra is strong, Cassandra is brave and proud, but she knows deep down she can't win. Not because she couldn't kill everyone else, no she is sure with enough plotting time she could win. No Cassandra can't win because she can't bear to lay a hand on her family, not when they still look and act normal. She can't close her heart and mind, no matter how hard she tries.

So when her time comes, she doesn't fight it. She knows it selfish, but she can't leave with tipping of the Kraang and she can't bring herself to harm anyone, even if that means letting a version of Junior's future come to pass. Her kid won't mind, he was infected and in a sense he was safe.

Leonardo

The end was upon him, and he had nothing to say. This situation felt unreal. He couldn't believe his family was infected! They didn't look infected they didn't act infected in fact they just seemed like better versions of themselves! It was driving him crazy the split between what he knew and what he saw.

His family would spoil him for one second and everything would be eh okay! And the next ignore him entirely like he was a ghost! He wasn't pretty sure it was Kraang prime fucking him but the stupid octopus was underdetermining him! He would find a cure, even though all his solutions hadn't worked, even though all his leads were dead ends and even though Kraang had all the smartest Leo knew. Leo would find a way to save the day, because he was a leader and because failing wasn't an option.

Leo didn't win. Kraang infected him suddenly. Donnie had thrown his arms around Leo in familiar way, but it hadn't just been affection. A Kraang vine had wrapped itself around his neck.

He felt his brain get pulled into the hive mind, unending waves of love and affection washing over him form every which way. For a moment he doesn't mind in fact he is happy! Until the affection stops. Someone put up walls around him, he can't feel the others. Expect Kraang Prime. The would-be invader laughs at him.

"Your Kraang now but you won't join my family until you've proven yourself worthy of forgiveness. All you have to do his conquer earth, then you my join the family."

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fungalittleweirdo · 1 month

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Villain Rise Donnie Thoughts: Based On Villain Rise Mikey Thoughts

hmmm. plagued by thoughts of villain smarts and crafts.

i think this is all i'm posting for donnie, might make edits to this because there hasn't been enough effort put into this one compared to mikey's.

this is also an alternate timeline to villain mikey thoughts, so some things may be consistent with that one.

after mikey ran away, splinter and leo worked on healing raph right away.

donnie watched his family bond, but he felt lonely.

mikey always cheered him up, so where was he ?

four-year-old donnie couldn't find him anywhere.

of course, he still hasn't developed his technological tracking skills yet, so he went the old fashioned way.

things were still sensitive after the whole ordeal, so leo let donnie leave, even if he regret it in retrospect.

donnie managed to meet april topside, she said she could help find his brother.

she was the one bringing mikey food until he disappeared out of nowhere, so she led donnie to the last place she saw him.

donnie used his little kid sleuthing skills and found the portal mikey accidentally opened to get to the hidden city.

he managed to find draxum's lab and there he found his little brother !

the two were raised together by draxum, but donnie was the least favourite.

he didn't get as much attention as mikey did, so he found himself spending time in the library.

by the time donatello was ten, he ended up reading all the non-fiction, historical stories, and biographies of yokai that the hidden city had to offer, so he started busying himself in draxum's lab.

donnie found it annoying mikey would prefer to go off and wreak havoc in town rather than help draxum in the lab, but he just had youngest child privilege.

he had to be the older brother and he took on that role seriously.

soon enough, donnie was building his own things in the lab, tinkering with his own projects.

draxum barely showed interest until he sent mikey to the surface, that's when he started paying attention to donnie.

of course donnie soaked up whatever praise draxum gave him, being the neglected one.

then leo and raph came back into his life. he went easy on them when they fought because he still considered them brothers, just... estranged.

he fought to keep the lab intact when dear father draxum was away to visit mikey on the surface, but he failed and the oozequitoes were released due to leo crashing into their container.

when draxum came back he kicked donnie out, banning him from the lab entirely.

upset as fourteen-year-old donnie was, he decided to put matters into his own hands.

he started working for big mama, building her battle nexus gladiator machines for training.

he hated his new job.

donnie ran away from big mama after a couple months or so, deciding he was better than merely building battle bots.

he ended up living with mikey on the surface, finding he had been killing and stealing from humans to afford his apartment in brooklyn.

donnie joined him on a spree one night in the financial district, getting an adrenaline rush so big he flew over manhattan with mikey to celebrate.

for the first time in forever, he felt like he truly bonded with his little brother, without draxum subtly comparing the two.

mikey continued to work with draxum and donnie tried hard to get mikey to stray away, draxum isn't as good of a father as he thinks he is.

it was when shredder's armour drained draxum's life force donatello grew worried. as much as he disliked his old man, he and mikey tended to him and ran his lab when he couldn't.

he ran the lab for a year and found he preferred working with plants rather than live animals.

donnie cultivated his interests in botany until draxum kicked him out of the lab again so he could continue his work.

donnie and mikey went back up to the surface and crossed paths with leo and raph.

mikey hated seeing the tiny scar on raph's cracked shell, he stayed defensive.

donnie, on the other hand, nearly killed leo for all the things he started to say about mikey.

it's one thing for donatello's name to be slandered, it's another for leo to put down his baby brother.

the fight was left at a stalemate when leo muttered "you wouldn't hurt a brother, would you ?" as mikey choked him with mystic chains.

they left each other alone until the kraang invasion.

raph and leo were fighting over what to do and it got them kraang-possessed.

donnie and mikey easily teamed up to fight, but donnie ended up getting possessed too.

(this is what happened in the original villain mikey thoughts post, by the way)

but in this one, donnie was possessed by the ship he "took control of", the ship messed with his head.

it was up to mikey to separate donnie from the technodrome and lift the technodrome with the trapped kraang inside back into the prison dimension with a portal he opened himself.

donnie was comatose for a few months after, draxum and mikey talked to him every day until he woke up.

he found his nervous system was affected due to the technodrome possession and it would take physical therapy to heal, but instead he found out how to implant a chip in his brain that coded for exceedingly above-average nerve processes.

post-kraang invasion, donnie was only irritated if he couldn't stim away his neuroticism.

the best way he could stim happens to be building and assembling weapons.

he found he made so many arms he needed to sell them... they were taking up too much space in his hidden city lab.

donnie stuck to selling to independent buyers, doing background checks as a precaution in case he sold to hidden city police.

after he heals for a little while he goes back topside with mikey so that big mama doesn't have their asses.

once again, he only sells arms to independent buyers and no organisations, not unless they're patented.

donnie does this for years exclusively selling topside because business in the hidden city had been taken over by mobs and big mama.

as mikey builds his drug empire, donnie gains popularity in the weapons market, seemingly only selling to millionaires.

donnie's late teens were spent overworking himself to get Genius Built on the radar.

then in his twenties he coasted through his life unsure of who he was, experiencing long periods of dissociation and latching himself to people in his intimate life who gave him the smallest amount of praise.

while mikey's the antisocial one, donnie's the borderline narcissist.

he gets himself into tumultuous relationships over the years until he stops entirely, around the same time mikey's right hand man passed and he got together with carmine.

it's at this point donnie is hanging by a thread, unsure of where to go with his life because of success at such a young age.

what now ?

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt writing #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #rise donatello #jules' thoughts

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