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ju1cyfru1t · 9 months

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Labyrinth (Rise! Donnie x Human! Reader)

Drabble :D

big juicy (me) still gotta feed her kids while she’s busy.

angst

this is was rushed and it’s not thoroughly proof read I just felt like posting :)

It only feels this raw right now

Lost in the labyrinth of my mind

Break up, break free, break through, break down

You would break your back to make me break a smile

You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back

Just like that

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

As everyone knows, Donatello is very much a passionate man of science. His advanced technologies! From robotics, engineering, biotechnologies. Almost anything you could ever wonder about, Donnie had all the answers and understandings.

…Except you.

No, it wasn’t you he couldn’t understand. It was what you did to him. What you made him feel.

How could a human be so understanding of…that whole situation? I mean, April always understood and Donnie understood he loved her like she was his own sister, but this was definitely different. Much different.

Donnie absolutely hated it. He hated the way you listened, really genuinely listened to him for hours about his passion projects, even if he knew you had no idea what he was talking about. He hated the way you were just happy to be there with him, and that it also made him happy. He hated how you would bend over backwards just to make him feel better. He hated how you knew exactly how to make him smile or laugh. He hated the way you could tell which smiles he was faking. He hated how you didn’t expect him to have all the answers all the time. He hated the way you really cared for his family. He hated how understanding you were, even if Donnie knew he was being unreasonable. He hated how you laughed at his snide comments when no one else did. He hated how comfortable, how cared for, how respected, how heard, how seen YOU made him feel.

He really hated that he didn’t hate you. He couldn’t, no matter how much he prayed for all of these confusing feelings to evade him completely so everything could go back to normal, or at least to just understand what this could possibly be.

These feelings were strong, and painful…but it felt good. So it couldn’t possibly be hatred, he knew what that felt like.

Donnie loved you. But not how he loved his stupid brothers or April or his dad. Donnie was in love with you. He was in love with you more than he could express. More than he could handle. He HATED it, and shuddered at the mere realization. He was supposed to be the sensible one, but you made all of the melt away and he couldn’t stand that. How could one little human make him feel so weak? He wasn’t used to just not knowing.

He hated that he couldn’t have you. You were just too different, and he knew that. He knew better than to let himself try to dream something that could never be his reality. He knew he shouldn’t even be thinking about you this late at night, but you haunted him even in his wildest dreams.

He hated how he would have to just watch you. Someday someone would fall this way for you all over again just like Donnie, and he would have to just sit back and watch you. Who wouldn’t? He hated the way he only wanted you to look at him.

A newfound pain stung through his chest as he visualized it. The person who could understand him better than anyone, but not with a mutant like him. It just wouldn’t work. It couldn’t, and it shouldn’t. No matter how much he yearned, or pined, or longed. He refused to live in false hope that you could ever love someone like him.

He hated how he knew if you were here to see him like this right now you would tell him that everything would be alright. He hated how badly he wanted that.

He hated how all he wanted was you.

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TYSM for reading! Hope you liked it :D

Please please please feel free to give any feedback or thoughts or just general comments! Trying to improve my writing. :)

Currently still working on the Y/N’s guide series + requests

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miss-andromeda · 2 months

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i want your dreary mondays- for the taylor swift prompts!!

Another from Paper Rings! Let's do it - and thank you so much for the ask 💜🩷 Once again, non-canon, but considering they're dating, this is post-season 1 🩷

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Another day, yet somehow this one was worse than usual.

Maybe it was the fact that she woke up late and kept April and Casey waiting for her. Maybe it was the utter fool she made of herself in physics, during the demonstration. Maybe it was the fact that she forgot her lunch because of the aforementioned running late. Maybe it was when she was walking home, she stepped in mud and ruined her shoes - and then accidentally tracked mud into the apartment building, earning her a scolding from an elderly lady walking in behind her.

No, it was everything, just piling on top of each other - and culminating in an overall rotten day.

When Andi was finally inside her apartment (and tossed her sneakers into the washing machine,) she slumped into her room and face-planted onto her bed, before groaning into her bubblegum comforter.

She would’ve stayed there for the rest of the evening, were it not for the chorus of “Hurricane” (his favorite song from Salem’s Witches) blaring from her measly phone speaker.

“Damn you and your charm, never causing me-”

“Hello?”

“Hi, enchantress. Did you just get home from school?”

Andi nearly teared up at hearing how warm and relaxed he sounded. “Yeah…do you want to come over?”

Donnie, however, ignored her question. “Are you okay? You sound…melancholy.”

She never knew how he could pick up on things like this so easily. “Um…not really. I just-” She interrupted herself with a deep sigh. “-it’s easier if you just come over.”

“I’ll be there in two shakes of a turtle’s tail.”

Her lips quirked up in a lopsided smile as he hung up.

“Thanks, Don.”

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And sure enough, she heard soft tapping at her window less than 10 minutes later.

She slowly rose out of bed, ignoring how her hair looked like a mutated bird’s nest, and managed a little smile as she saw him patiently waiting at her windowsill. She walked over slowly, before lifting the window with a little grunt, before leaning against the windowsill. “Hi.”

“How are you doing?”

Andi was about to say ‘fine,’ but Donnie read her like an open book. So she knew if she tried to downplay it, he would know she was lying.

So…she told him the truth.

“Is drained a good word to use?”

“Depends. What’s the context?”

“90% of what happened today was terrible, and it was just…one after another.” Andi heaved a sigh as she moved aside, letting him step into her room. “So, my question stands; is drained a good word?”

“Definitely.” Donnie gently pulled her into a hug, letting out a sigh of his own as he felt her slump against him. “I’m sorry, enchantress.” He mumbled to her, a hand going to rub her back.

“Not your fault…” Andi mumbled back, her face buried in his plastron at this point. “I’m sorry I even have to bug you with this.”

Donnie gently pulled her away, tilting her chin up to make her look at him. “You’re not bugging me. If you’re bothered about something, even something as simple as you just had a bad day, a dreary Monday if you will. I want to be able to help with that. Even if it means just holding you for a little while.”

Rather than respond, Andi just put her arms around his neck and stood on her toes. “I love you…” She murmured, smiling weakly when she felt him kiss her head.

“I love you too.” Donnie softly replied, then pulled away to meet her eyes again. “How about I stay with you for a little while? You can tell me everything that happened today - and then I can help you forget about everything.”

“That…” Andi heaved one more sigh as she stood back on her feet, untying the ribbon from her hair, allowing her hair to fall down her back. “...that sounds wonderful.”

#all's fair in love and science #oc andi rhodes #donatello #tmnt 2012 #ask game #inspired by taylor swift

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alexcaninnit · 6 months

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hi Alex! I wanna request a drawing of Rise!Donnie and Taylor (dndads) hanging out

Theyre probably talkin bout hatsune miku.

#alexcanart #rottmnt #rotmnt #rottmnt donnie #donatello #donatello hamato #taylor swift #taylor swift dndads #taylor swift (not that one)#alexcananswerasks

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fabuloustrash05 · 1 year

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for some reason, i hc all the turtles (2012) as swifties and these would be their favourite albums

leo- midnights

raph- reputation and red

donnie- folklore

mikey- lover and fearless

As a fellow TMNT fan who headcanons all the Turtles as Taylor Swift fans, I accept this headcanon! 👏

#adding onto it #April is the one who introduced the boys to Swift and got them into her music #jadewestluvr #asks #answered #tmnt headcanons #tmnt 2012 #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo

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justcatie07 · 10 months

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#tmnt #tmnt mikey #rottmnt #tmnt michelangelo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise michelangelo #michelangelo #rise mikey #rise of the turtles #rise donatello #rise rapheal #rise leo #rise raph #rise leonardo #rise donnie #taylor swift #speak now

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hoeforbrando · 10 months

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the brando bros as lyrics from lover (album by taylor swift)

yooooo, it's been years since i posted something. i just did this, it's 2 am rn and i can't sleep lol. anyways, i hope you enjoy! ♡︎

donatello: paper rings | i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings, uh huh, that's right. darling, you're the one i want, and i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this.

giorno: cruel summer | i'm drunk in the back of the car, and i cried like a baby coming home from the bar. said, "i'm fine", but it wasn't true, i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you!

rikiel: afterglow | tell me that you're still mine, tell me that we'll be just fine even when i lose my mind, i need to say. tell me that it's not my fault, tell me that i'm all you want.

ungalo: daylight | maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down, maybe i've stormed out of every single room in this town; threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now. it's brighter now. i don't wanna look at anything else now that i saw you.

#stone ocean #jojo no kimyou na bouken #donatello versus #rikiel brando #ungalo brando #giorno giovanna #lover album #taylor swift

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wildblue2020 · 2 years

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I haven't been drawing a lot lately because of being plagued with schoolwork, so after careful planning I can finally present new OCs part of my new AU called TMNT Street Punks Next Gen. (basically if the original TMNT and the Street Punks had a child).

This only took me two weeks to sketch and two nights to color. It was so much fun!

You can learn more about them on my DeviantArt: DudetteJassyJ

Also decided to add a brief bio to them. Starting from left to right:

HAMATO RYNE

AGE: 9

PARENTS: Father - Rebel, Mother - Leonardo Hamato

ROLE(S): Mom (formerly), Leader

PERSONALITY: Enthusiastic, Responsible, Fearless, Short-Tempered, Stubborn, Encouraging

LIKES: Japanese Culture, Cooking, Blossom Trees,

DISLIKES: Rainy Days, Waiting, Bland Food

HAMATO BRANTLEY

AGE: 9

PARENTS: Father - Ghost, Mother - Raphael Hamato

ROLE(S): Hothead, Weapons Expert/Keeper

PERSONALITY: Sarcastic, Straightforward, Aggressive, Light-Hearted, Reliable, Free-Spirited, Meticulous

LIKES: Competing, Fighting, Animals, Roller-skating

DISLIKES: Shotguns, Lectures, Waiting, Being told what to do

HAMATO NOLAN

AGE: 9

PARENTS: Father - MC, Mother - Donatello Hamato

ROLE(S): Brains, Team Scavenger

PERSONALITY: Loyal, Adventurous, High-Strung, Fair, Artistic, Charismatic

LIKES: Science, Art, Dancing, Stakeouts

DISLIKES: His mom's overprotective nature, Being pressured, His cousins fighting, Burdening himself too much

HAMATO MYLES

AGE: 9

PARENTS: Father - Swift, Mother - Michelangelo Hamato

ROLE(S): Heart, Team Strategist

PERSONALITY: Immature, Social, Impulsive, Foolish, Intelligent, Sly

LIKES: Flirting, Video Games, Skateboarding, Pranking

DISLIKES: Being looked as the 'runt of the litter', Being alone, Being bossed around (by Ryne in particular), Having his and other people's feelings hurt

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt au #tmnt street punks #tmnt next gen #tmnt sp next gen #tmnt raphael #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt mc #tmnt ghost #tmnt rebel #tmnt swift #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo

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risestarkiss · 4 months

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Rise Ramblings #546

In the beginning of the mini-episode “Race,” April texts all the guys with an offer: free pizza to the one that can come by and watch Mayhem.

I can only describe what happens next as, the “Text Battle of all Text Battles.”

Based on the choice of pictures we can safely assume that we are indeed looking at Leo’s phone.

Well, let’s analyze the play-by-play, shall we?

ROUND ONE

Leo comes in clutch with perfect form and all caps. No extra frills, but with all the chills. Next, we have Raphael. Ooo, looks like he lost a bit of time there tripping up on capitalization. Nice try, Champ. Third is Mikey. It appears his spelling mistake cost him vital microseconds. No “dibss” for you, Mikey baby. Lastly, we have Donatello. Two explanation points? Too much time lost there, buddy.

Winner: Leonardo

ROUND TWO

Again, perfectly done by the boy in blue as he slides into first with all caps (plus an exclamation for effect.) Second, we have ol’ reliable, Big Red. By ditching the “I” he gained some speed but lost it all with the extra exclamation points. Maybe next time, Red, maybe next time. Third we have Orange. Typos? What’s a typo? Sadly, the time skipped in forgoing accuracy means nothing as he still took third place. Last is Purple, yet again. Maybe spend less time on correct capitalization and more time sending your message, Dondon.

Winner: Leonardo

ROUND THREE

And here we’ve emerged with the emojis. Swift, simple, and to the point, Leonardo is first place once more. His message is clear. Pizza? Absolutely. Get a clue, it’s all for Blue! Second is the big man himself, two slices for him please! Sadly, the extra slice equals no dice as he comes up thrice in the number two spot. Starry eyes, pizza surprise, but he’s not on a roll as Mikey is next to go. And dead last is Othello von Ryan. Yes Donnie, pizza is 100 percent fire, but with the knife and fork you’ve come up short!

Winner: Leonardo

FINAL RESULTS

WINNER: LEONARDO

I guess someone is a sore loser.

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oozedninjas · 7 months

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Can I please get some headcanons of the bayverse turtles and how they act when they see their s/o starts hanging out with a friend who clearly has feelings for them but s/o is a bit oblivious🙏

Ooff! I smell trouble! Can someone keep them away from the knives? Also, I'd like to clarify that I support Donnie in his rights and his wrongs.

Leo

He's initially too cocky to be jealous.

And then you start bringing this person up all the time.

You have a friend whom you watch movies with? Cute.

Oh, you went to a bookstore the other day and then got ice cream Fun! They can take you to public places, haha, not wrenching at all.

He's totally chill about it!

He would be so passive-aggressive about the matter 💀

It's pretty funny watching him struggle to keep composure when all he wants to do is swift his katana across their throat.

"Wait- are you jealous?" you ask at some point, in disbelief.

He snickers.

"Me? Of course not. But you do realize they have feelings for you, right?"

He's so bitter

You snort. "What? No! They're just a friend."

"He looks at you like you're a snack," Leo insisted.

"And am I not?" you tease.

"Yeah, but you're my snack."

Raph

Breaking news! That guy's not your friend anymore.

At least not if you wanna keep him as a boyfriend, because how are you gonna go around hanging out with someone who has feelings for you?

"Come on babe, you're overreacting. He's just a friend."

Oh, he will freakin' lose his cool. Narrowed eyes, deep frown, clenched jaw. All the package. How can you be so oblivious?

"Look, I know it sucks for me to ask this, but, would you stop seeing him?" he would ask, cringing at himself. "It makes me uncomfortable," he added, for once in his life following Donnie's advice, as he was working on being a healthy boyfriend for you.

You smile, touching his cheek, "I would never do something that makes you uncomfortable, Raph. I'll talk to him. I can't promise you I'm cutting contact from one day to the other, but I'll do my best."

Yeah, that's enough.

Donnie

Donnie doesn't follow his own advice.

That guy was glued to your side all the freaking time.

"He's just a friend!"

"Please, even Casey can tell he has feelings for you. You're smart. I don't know why you're the only one who won't see it," he grumbled.

You dismissed it, but Donnie had a master plan to get rid of that prick.

"I'm building this new machine to prevent electrocutions in areas with protruding wires in the lair. I just need to test if the insulating materials work," he tells your friend casually. "Do you want to help me test it?"

And what you see in the future of that interaction is your friend electrocuted.

"Donnie, hun, can we talk?"

After you distance yourselves a couple of meters you begin:

"Please tell me you weren't planning to electrocute him."

"As I said, I was just testing my new creation. Any side effects it may have caused would have been a sacrifice for scientific purposes."

"Donnie!"

"Alright! I'm sorry. It bothers me, okay? I can see him lusting for you, and it bothers me. But I didn't want to appear controlling, nor did I want to hurt you by forcing you to cut off a friendship."

You sigh. "No, I'm sorry. I should've known it made you this uneasy. I won't keep it up." you assured.

He gives you a tiny smile. "Thank you."

"No need to. Let's go back," you say before chuckling. "I can't believe you were gonna do that."

Donatello scoffs. "Please, it wasn't gonna kill him."

Mikey

Your best friend is fun to be around! :)

But he has feelings for you :(

And you haven't noticed! Mikey doesn't want to have that conversation just yet.

Yeah, it doesn't sit well with him, but Mikey, you know, he has excellent self-esteem, and he's sure that you love him and him only.

So, while it isn't the most fun situation, he's willing to tolerate this friendship as long as you always give him his place as your boyfriend.

And as long as you and your friend don't hang out alone. Not because he doesn't trust you but because he wants to avoid this friend making a move that might make you uncomfortable.

Such a sweetheart, 10/10

But don't betray him bc he'll dump your ass.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2k16 #tmnt x reader #bayverse donnie #bayverse leo #bayverse raphael #bayverse mikey #bayverse turtles #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #tmnt leo #tmnt mikey

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ju1cyfru1t · 8 months

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HIII CAN I ASK IF UR GONNA DO A PART 2 OF UR RECENT DONATELLO FIC?? IT WAS SO GOOD AND I'D LOVEEE A FLUFFY ENDING 🙏

I wish you would (Rise! Donnie x Reader) pt.2

Pt.1

Donnie apologizes to reader.

fluff!:), comfort???, gn reader, hehehehehe Donnie has a crush on reader, platonic or romantic

I wish we could go back

And remember what we were fighting for

Wish you knew that

I miss you too much to be mad anymore

And I wish you were right here, right now

It's all good

I wish you would

“He did WHAT?!” April’s voice echoed off the walls of your bedroom in disbelief. You had called to tell her about you and Donnie’s fight. You just couldn’t understand why he was so mad at you when you just wanted to help him like he and his family would do for you. He even shouted at you. You knew it was late, and you were grateful that she picked up.

“Yeah.” You took a deep, shaky breath, “I don’t know what to do. He told me he wouldn’t talk to me until I ‘admitted I was wrong,’ but I don’t even know what he wants me to say. I didn’t do anything.”

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“Uggghhhh..” Donnie groaned, leaning his head against his cold desk.

“You shouldn’t have picked a fight with them in the first place, Dee.” Mikey sighed, patting his brother on the shell.

“Yeah, yeah.” Donnie grumbled, not even bothering to look up.

You were the one being reckless, right? So why does he feel like such a jerk? He was mad, and it stayed that way for a few hours after he got home but all that anger quickly turned into pure regret.

“Come on. We were all worried when Y/N just jumped into action like that, but you still hurt their feelings.” Mikey rolled his eyes at Donatello’s dismissive attitude, crossing his arms, “I think you need to apologize, ‘kay?”

Donnie sat upright to look at him, furrowing his (drawn on) eyebrows. Worried? About you? …To be honest, that felt right to him. Donnie hadn’t really pieced together what exactly made him snap at you like he did, but he did recognize the guilt he feels every time he replays your hurt, confused expression in his mind repeatedly. It was distracting him, and he was definitely not a fan.

Truthfully what was the most distracting was that deep down he really, really missed you. You hadn’t texted or called him since the argument and he was too anxious to reach out to you first. He knew he couldn’t act like nothing ever happened no matter how much he wanted to.

As much as he hated to admit it, Mikey was right. He does need to apologize; it’s just so hard.

“You know what? Give me just one second to change, bro. I think you need a lesson from…Dr.Feelings.” Mikey winked at Donnie, skipping out of his lab.

“No, not Dr.Feelings, I beg you! Anything but that!”

It was already too late for Donnie to get out of this one.

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“April, I appreciate it, but I’m not sure this is such a good idea.” You stood in the doorway of the lair and April grabbed your hand.

She laughed, “You’ll be fiiiiine. Just because you’re not talking to Donnie doesn’t mean you shouldn’t see your other friends. Besides, Mikey invited us over.”

“Well, he’s not talking to me, but you know-“

“Shhhhh!” April shushed you, pulling you into the turtles home, “Heeyyyy! Guys, we’re heeeere!”

You rolled your eyes with a sigh but let her drag you in.

“Hey! I’m so happy you’re here!” Mikey practically sprinted to greet you. Mikey and April shared a look, nodding at each other. Clearly they were up to something, and it made you nervous.

“Soooo…I was thinking we could just watch a movie? The six of us?” Mikey’s tone was off and he seemed too nervous. Not very good at lying, is he?

Oh. All six of you, meaning Donnie would be there. Whatever. It’s not a big deal, right? I mean, he lives there. Still you couldn’t help the nervous pit deep in your stomach (and also the burning of annoyance).

You guys moved to get settled in the living room and soon being joined by Raph and Leo…but where was Donnie? The pit grew.

There was a whisper between Mikey and Leo followed by Leo clearing his throat.

“Ahem. Y/N, would you be a dear and get us some popcorn?”

You looked at him confused (and also afraid), “I mean, I could…but why can’t one of you? You live here.”

Leo looked at Mikey and there was another shared whisper. He turned his attention back to you, “Because we want you to get it…it’s, uh, better when you make it?” Ok, now you were sure something was going on.

You sighed deeply, but begrudgingly stood up. “Alright, fine…but it’s just microwave popcorn…” You muttered the last part under your breath.

You made your way to the kitchen and began to search their cabinets for the popcorn.

“Y/N? Uh, what are you doing?” You jumped at the sudden voice behind you before letting out a breath of relief. It was just him.

“Donatello.” You didn’t even turn to glance at him as you opened the packet of popcorn and made your way over the microwave.

Donnie frowned and scoffed, “I don’t care for your tone.”

“Excuse me? I thought we weren’t speaking.” You side-eyed hard with a glare. A pang of guilt ran through his chest, his face heating up. The energy in the room was tight and full of tension and the silence was so loud and painful.

He walked over to the fridge and pulled out six sodas, placing them on the counter one by one. Dammit. You knew his brothers and April had set this up.

Donnie took a deep breath and cleared his throat, “Hey…um, I just wanted to say…that, uh-“ he breathed out, “I’m sorry.”

You finally turned around to face him and leaned on the counter with the microwave buzzing beside you with a few pops every second, “I’m listening.”

“Look, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I was just…concerned. I didn’t want you to get hurt.” A rare Donatello Hamato heartfelt moment; You knew he really meant it even with his soft scowl as he spoke.

You thought for a moment then smiled reassuringly, “Thank you for apologizing, Donnie. I forgive you, I guess…Hug?” You opened your arms out and reached for him.

Relief instantly washed over Donnie, he would finally be able to sleep tonight. You weren’t mad at him anymore, and he wasn’t mad at you.

“Yeah.” He nodded with a small grin, and loosely embraced you for a moment.

“But for real though, don’t ever yell at me again.”

“Yeah…of course, haha…”

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hotheadedhero · 5 days

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In Unrequited Love - Part 3

AN: Hey, can I be sappy with y'all a moment? When I first started this story, I was admittedly pretty proud of what I came up with but I never anticipated the amount of love it would receive, so thank you everyone! <3 I also thank you for your patience, you have all been great 😋 With that said, I now bestow the conclusion to this renegade of emotion

Part 1 - Part 2

Donatello x Reader

Pathetic. That’s the one word that keeps ringing in your ears like echoes of a bug-infested cavern, the erratic scuttling serving loudly as your reminder. In no respect towards yourself, you are. All you have done since Casey escorted you back home is wallow in bed, tossing around the agonising reprieve that you are a love-strung puppy awaiting its next pat on the head. That’s why you’ve kept texting Donnie to a minimum; cut yourself off from the source and deal with the withdrawal symptoms. Doing this has you riddled with guilt but what else are you meant to do? Everybody loves somebody, right? But you don’t want to love anybody if it isn’t him. Perceivably dramatic, yes. After all, he is still a valued friend. Currently, the way you see it, it’s best to let yourself get over this puppy-dog sickness before that friendship can continue. Again, dramatic but the only logical option with April so tantalisingly strung in the picture.

Living a life of solitude hasn’t been all bad. For starters, you’ve been able to rest your ankle. Walking on it is still a fair challenge but it’s much more manageable than it was before. These past couple of days have also given you amble opportunity to reflect, as it were. It’s kind of easy to understand why one would fall for the resident bad boy in High School but a mutant turtle living in the sewers? No disrespect to Donnie, of course, but you’re just surprised. You don’t even think about all of that when you think of him. All that comes to mind is the heavenly warmth of his eyes; the soft care in them when you would help him out in the lab or when he’d be tending to one of your bumps. Euphoria’s temptress beckons you in once more in its rose-tinted glaze as you fantasise about some superfluous daydream involving him. The sweet melodies enrapture you in this cosy bubble as you curl up in bed but the sharp force of reality is swift and knocks you down before a peak is seized.

Perhaps trying to get over this infatuation isn’t quite going as planned. Groaning out into the open air, you throw a pillow into your face and continue your muffled whining. This is so unfair. Why can’t he be the one that you don’t want? You just can’t seem to escape the fact that you need him. In your state of disarray, you’ve even tried to figure out how to become the one that he thinks about. To try and curate him into being the other half of what you’ve never had. Closeness. A deeply set solitude that seemed so alien to you before you started hanging out with him. Time is slipping at this point. You swear you must be going crazy because of it. There have been a couple of nights when you swear something - someone - has been lingering outside your bedroom. Yet, when you get up to check, there’s nothing there. Part of you hopes that it’s your long-awaited love checking up on you whilst the other screams that you have indeed lost your mind.

As it would turn out, you’re not as deluded as you might think yourself to be. Indeed, Donatello has tried many a time to meet you in person but to no avail. Many times he has attempted to knock on your window only for his courage to crawl back into the ground and, alas, he does the same by retreating to his home in the sewers. What is he meant to do? You hardly message him if at all these days. Considering the state of injuries you’d endure, he’s worried about you. He has every right to be worried about you. What more could happen to you whilst unsupervised? He doesn’t want to be overly protective but he has valid grounds for such concern. His only assurance that you’re alright is when he sees your shadow through your curtain at night but that isn’t enough. Of course, it isn’t enough. He wants to care for you and cater to your every need and undying whim.

If only words could do him justice in articulating how he feels about you but he has never been so eloquently spoken unless it’s with regards to the sciences. He’s yours but you’re not his. He just wants you to be with him. If he had to - if he could - he would take the light out of the stars to help you see that. Anything for you to understand just how much he loves you. These spats of poetry are easy enough to site to himself but he knows he would tumble the moment he does as much as even consider reciting such lullabies to you.

Donnie leans over his desk, head in his hands, and sighs heavily for the umpteenth time this day, ever thankful that the streets have been quieter than usual. It’s not as though he can focus on much of anything. All surfaces of his brain have been overtaken and overruled by the thought of you. At this point, he doesn’t even care if nothing happens between the two of you. More so than anything, he just wants you back in the lair. It doesn’t matter if you’ll never be more than friends, he misses his lab partner. It isn’t as though he’s been particularly subtle in his grovelling, either. Figuring out that he had a crush on April was a no-brainer but this has been much more obvious and much more detrimental. His brothers can’t seem to get him out of this funk as much as they may try. Day in and day out, it’s the same thing: Donatello sulking in his lab, staring off into space and pretending to look busy on one of his gadgets. Desperate times call for desperate measures and if he needs a smack up the head, there’s only one person for the job.

“Come on, Donnie, when are you gonna stop beating yourself up over this?” Raph asks, palming at the desk and resting his body weight against it.

“Oh, yes, because I stand so much of a chance with (Y/n),” his brother remarks sarcastically.

The shorter of the two shifts his attention elsewhere, lips turning to the side shamefully. He never wants to feel bad about poking fun or laying out the hard truths of their shared situation being mutants. The bitter contempt within his brother's voice is fair given the fits of teasing in concordance with the cold facts that mutants and humans can’t be. In hindsight, he and his brothers could have treated the situation with more care. Still, as brash as he can be, Raph hates to see a family member suffering as such. Whilst his methods aren’t all conventional, sometimes it’s necessary.

Raphael huffs and rolls his eyes. “You know what you need?”

“For you to go away?”

“No,” he responds quickly, stifling the annoyance beneath bated breath, “what you need is to get your head out of this storm cloud. Sitting around and moping all day isn’t gonna change anything. So what if you don’t stand a chance? You won’t know until you try.”

“Thank you, Raphael, your input is valuable as always,” Donnie scorns rudely once more and exhales heavily. “I think I just want to be left alone.”

As heartbreaking as it is, such a wish can be respected, especially by the turtle that frequents isolated periods when he’s in a bad mood. Raph takes his leave and reconvenes with Casey for their night of watch duty. They sit atop an apartment roof, scathing the barren area for trouble that never seems to come. It doesn’t take more than a few minutes before the main matter at hand becomes the point of conversation.

“He just needs to take action,” Raph claims as he smacks a fist down into his palm. “I know we haven’t exactly been supportive but it’s eating him up. The sooner he gets it over with, the sooner he can be done with the whole thing.”

Casey’s cheeks puff up into his hands and he frowns, only for a wry grin to quickly take his lips. “Or, he just needs the expert to give him a helping hand.”

“Oh? You’ve changed your tune.”

“Hey, as long as he isn’t trying it on with Red, I’m all good.” Jones shrugs and pulls out his phone. “Now, watch a pro at work.”

Just a few blocks down from our duo lies your rotting form within the confines of your bedroom. It feels as though the space has somehow gotten smaller these last few days. You’ve chosen to spread eagle on the floor seeing as the bed has suddenly become uncomfortable, too. Rolling onto your side, you grab your phone and flick through your music, every song you pass turning out to either be a love song or something somber. Thanks, fate. Turning out to be a great ally here. You scroll a little longer in search of a distraction when a notification takes your attention.

Hockey Junkie: Hows the ankle treatin ya, everyone in the lair misses u

It hasn’t been uncommon for any of the gang to message you but Casey being somewhat sentimental isn’t inherently natural. You suppose it was only a matter of time. You have been quiet for a short while now. If this has been good for anything, at least you know your friends care about you. It’s only fair that you halt your pitiful oath of silence.

Nerd’s Assistant: I can walk on it fine but I might give it another day or two just to be sure Hockey Junkie: Playing safe, gotcha Hockey Junkie: Forget that crap tho, get your butt down here, the guys think ur dead

You huff a laugh to yourself and rest your weary head against your folded arm as you roll onto your stomach. In truth, you could have returned to the lair a couple of days ago but that sinking sensation sullies your stomach any time you contemplate the idea. All the more reason to stick to this seclusion. Without knowing what to say, you put your phone down and sigh into the carpet. The sweet melodies from your speaker are almost all-encompassing until your phone dings again. Then, again and for a third time before you decide to take a look.

Hockey Junkie: Look lemme be real with you Hockey Junkie: Gap tooth aint doing so hot right now Hockey Junkie: Can you at least give him a visit? Do it for your favorite classmate yeh?

The last cocky comment goes amiss with the main picture here. What’s wrong with Donnie and what has it got to do with you? All you can think on the matter is that he misses having someone to vent about April to. No, that isn’t fair to him. There’s more to him than just being madly infatuated with her. He’s a beautiful person of vision, albeit a little on the awkward side but that just makes him all the more adorable. Seeing as you haven’t replied to a lot of his texts, he must be bloated with a bad conscience. That must be what Casey is getting at. It takes some effort but you convince yourself that Donatello indeed misses his friendly assistant and that it’s high time you make a move. There goes your vow of distancing yourself. Goodbye, vegetative bed rotting.

Walking to the lair after so much time would be alien was the route not learned via muscle memory. There’s still an unsettling energy that becomes all the more poignant with every step you take but you’re putting that down to your nerves. You should probably text first; let him know that you’re coming but you’ve already made it to the large doors of his laboratory. As your fingers trace over the smooth metal, you think about the day that started this all - the day that would mark a start to something so unexpected that it almost doesn’t seem real. This is real. The alarming beat in your chest is all too loud for it to be a dream. It’s now or never. Taking a deep breath, you knock and pull one of the doors to the side, revealing the beaten-down turtle surrounded by unfinished projects and forgotten inventions alike.

He slumps further and throws a hand up loosely. “I know you’re trying to help but I already said-” He stops speaking when he turns around and sees it’s you.

You wave awkwardly with a just as clumsy smile to greet him. He springs up to his feet and bounds towards you, going in for a hug, only to stop himself just a few steps in front of you. That’s too much too soon. Your arrival is just so unexpected but by no means is it unwelcome. Many questions. There’s a lot he wants to ask and much more that he wants to say, like how much he’s missed you, how concerned he’s been, or please, never do that again.

Instead, he says the only thing he can rationally think to, “How is the, uh, ankle doing?”

“Much better. Some positions still hurt but…” You do a little spin on the spot to demonstrate how much you’ve healed, laughing shortly. “... I can walk now at least.”

Donnie laughs as well, glad for that much. “So, no more injuries I need to worry about?” he asks playfully with raised brows.

“Nah~” you resound melodically, winking with a waggishness. “Sorry to disappoint, Doc.”

Not a disappointment at all. Knowing you’re in good health, at least physically, is a huge relief. Between the shared chortling and the all-together prospect of dismantling the initial awkwardness, it’s great to have you back. It’s good to be back and you’re inwardly scolding yourself for depriving yourself of pleasant company. An aching heart can make you do stupid things and you’re about to realise just how stupid going quiet was. Donatello rubs the back of his head and seems to look everywhere but at you.

“So how come you never messaged?” he asks slowly. “I got worried.”

There’s the guilt you had expected but you didn’t realise it would be so gut-wrenching. He’s trying to mitigate how hurt he was but it’s clear as day on his face. You contemplate reaching for him as extra consolation, finger flickering towards his. Instead, hold onto your forearm and tilt your head shamefully.

“I’m sorry. I never wanted to worry anyone, especially not you. Just needed some time to myself, I think. You know, reflect on stuff.” Ah, he thinks to himself, Casey stuff no doubt. You blow off a cackle and shrug. “Without sounding like a complete pessimist, I think it’ll be easier to accept that no one could ever fall for me.”

You play it off as a joke - for the most part, that’s how you meant it - but he isn’t having that for a second. His hands jolt for your shoulders unexpectedly. Nothing follows and your wide eyes blink furiously with the abrupt action.

“Donnie?”

Still, nothing. Gaze turned downwards, he just holds your shoulders, as though he’s thinking long and hard about something. He is. He’s thinking so very hard about this. Even the risk of making a fool of himself can’t scare him out of doing it now. There’s only so long he can carefully tread on this ice before it eventually breaks beneath him and swallows him whole. One might argue that’s not as bad as flat-out rejection but he doesn’t care anymore. It’s time to put those words to the test.

He breathes deeply to collect himself, to avoid falling into a blubbering mess, and closes his eyes before getting straight to the point. “I know I could never stand any chance with you, as much as I like to pretend that I do, but I’d like it to be known at least. Even if you could never feel the same way, just know that you are loved - that you’re worth loving - and that… I’m in love with you. Don’t ever say stuff like that because it’s not true.”

All you can do is stare. Had he kept his eyes open, he would have witnessed your face shift into every conceivable expression whilst you tried to unpack what had just been said. You don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Both could be an option were you not so stunned to the point of near incapacitation. The lack of response is jarring yet still, he can’t bring himself to look at you.

“Oh my God,” you suddenly wheeze under a whisper, afraid that if you speak any louder, you’ll surely burst into tears. “Are you for real?” Confused, he goes to answer but you continue. “Donnie,” you breathe more weakly, “I have been hopelessly in love with you for weeks and now I’m hearing that you feel the same? In all this time where I’ve been in my own head. I just thought that- with April-” You cut yourself off and step back, jerking your shoulders away from his clutch. “No. There’s no way. This isn’t funny, Donnie. Just stop.”

There’s a brief period of chronostasis - a beautiful phenomenon in which time stills and he has the space to reflect on what has just sputtered from your mouth. He almost can’t believe it and, it seems, you can’t believe his own words either. He wants to jump with joy, spring with glee, and throw it in his brothers’ faces for ever doubting such circumstances. The overconfidence can wait. At this moment, it’s just the two of you with this air of reconciliation, though dampened by doubt. Your doubt.

He holds a hand out to you only for it to clasp into a soft fist. It would be easy to act on the defensive but that wouldn’t amount to anything. If it’s evidence you seek, so he shall provide. He walks over to his desk and retrieves a small box - the same box that you had snooped on the other week, the one containing the quaint, little bracelet that is surely meant for April. That’s what you assumed, which is why your heart clenches tightly. He carefully takes it out of its packaging and fawns over it in a moment of vulnerability. You’re awaiting words of inclination towards the redhead but he remains silent. A green thumb skips over the turtle charm and Donatello outstretches his other hand to you. Wearily, you oblige and bestow yours to him. He cups the back of your hand and turns it over so that he may place the delicate-looking jewellery in your palm, making sure the charm is turned up on its backside. You frown at his peculiar behaviour, only to realise that something is inscribed on the turtle’s underbelly: your initials.

When it all comes to light, your head turns up to meet him again. He’s glanced away shyly but there’s an awkward smile on his lips. One would think that this shared admittance is something to be celebrated with a fantastical display but it feels much too surreal. You have this horrible vision of waking up in your room, finding this to be another one of your crazed dreams. When he finally meets your stare, those fears vanish. Wild imagination or not, you could never replicate that warm glow of those maroon eyes. Even thoughts of being embarrassed about the tears in your own couldn’t ruin this moment. You fawn over the little bracelet again and shimmy it onto your wrist. The exchange is silent but there’s an ambient comfort: an unfamiliar familiarness that paves way between the two of you and closes the gap you’ve both been aching to be rid of. Neither of you is well-equipped with your words, so this alteration best suits the moment. Everything that has come to be may have been born from unrequited feelings for your friends but the birth place doesn’t matter. Value is held in each other’s happiness and simply loving one another unconditionally.

You lean up, lifting yourself on your good foot mostly, and kiss him on the cheek. His inelegant grin drops and you’re sure the tassels of his mask would have flickered up if they obtained sentient life. A primrose hue blossoms his face - one that you become well-acquainted with when he cups your cheeks and presses his lips to your forehead. With you both soaring ever higher, he pulls you into a long-awaited embrace, holding you close as your bodies transcend orbit and go off into the stars.

Man, he sure does love being a turtle.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2012 #x reader #donatello #donatello x reader #2012 donnie #donatello 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #2k12 donnie #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2k12 #donnie x reader #fanfiction #part 3 #i've never written so much #it feels good to have this finished

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miss-andromeda · 2 months

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"i wake up in the night and watch you breathe" 💜🩷

Paper Rings, my darling! Let's do this - non-canon to the story (but it's implied to take place in season 2,) just a little blurb 💜🩷

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The light shining directly at Donnie’s face snapped him awake. “Urgh…”

Another night where he and Andi fell asleep in the lab.

He vaguely recalled what happened as he looked at the flickering lightbulb, then at the crumpled blueprint that Andi had started using as a pillow. That’s right; they were working on the design for a new and improved Shellraiser. And then he must’ve fallen asleep (judging by the blanket around his shoulders,) making Andi continue their work.

Now, the green mechanical pencil she loved using for sketches was dangling in her hand as she snored quietly, her head resting on both her free hand and the schematic.

Donnie couldn’t help but smile tiredly at her. Even asleep, she was an angel. Her long hair splayed in front of her face (and even knotted in a few places,) her bow hanging by a thread, and if he looked close enough, he noticed the small puddle of drool forming at the edge of her lip.

There was something oddly intimate about seeing her so innocent.

Rather than wake her up, Donnie shook off the blanket and tiredly stood up, letting out the most quiet yawn he could muster. He then smiled again at Andi, and without thinking, he picked her up, letting her legs wrap around his waist and her head rest against her neck. “Let’s get you to bed, enchantress…” He muttered sleepily.

When he heard her mumble incoherently in her sleep, he left a feathery kiss on her temple and leaned down to turn off the desk lamp, before carefully maneuvering them out of the lab and to his room.

He hadn’t slept in his room in the past month…or was it two months?

Well, regardless, it was a nice change of pace. Especially considering he had Andi alongside him, something that happened way less often than he would’ve preferred.

He pushed open the door with his foot and trudged to his bed, then opened the covers and laid Andi down, smiling to himself when she grabbed the pillow and buried her face in it.

“So cute…” He muttered to himself.

He was about to turn back around and leave, but soft fingers grabbed his wrist, making him let out a strangled noise and look over.

“Stay…please…”

Even if Donnie knew that Andi was asleep, there was something endearing about hearing her say that.

So he didn’t fight it; only shook his head, smiled and got into bed next to her.

“Goodnight, enchantress…” He mumbled, closing his eyes as he felt her move closer.

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They were awakened by snickering.

Or rather, Donnie was.

His eyes creaked open to see three figures in the doorway - his brothers, he figured - making him raise a nonexistent eyebrow. “What is it?”

When his eyes fully opened and he saw the little disposable camera in Mikey’s hands, along with the knowing smirks on all three of their faces, his own face dropped. “You didn’t…”

“Don’t worry, dude. We made sure to get your good side.” Mikey assured him, before holding the camera close to his face. “Now, question is, how do you print it from this thing?”

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Thank you, bestie 💜🩷

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#all's fair in love and science #oc andi rhodes #donatello #tmnt 2012 #ask game #inspired by taylor swift

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buthowboutno · 5 months

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DONNIES POV OF THE LATEST CHAPTER... PRETTY PLEASE? 🥺

you've caught me in an amenable mood, sure!

Here's a Donnie POV from the very end of chapter 24 <3

(it's v unedited, apologies)

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"Wow," April said as she leaned on the counter next to Donnie, "They're really out cold."

Donnie snorted and continued his task of gathering up the empty bottles around the bar.

(He liked to repurpose glass when he could. The more time he spent re-shaping it into his desired purposes it was less time he had to keep depending on subpar tech companies.)

"Just wait until you put a movie on in front of Sweets," Donnie retorted, "I've never seen someone pass out so quickly."

April hummed, gathering up bottles in her own bag, "Should we wake them up and send them home? I bet Leo would make an extra pit stop for them.

"Uh," Donnie said, tilting his head in confusion, "They're spending the night."

"You're not making them sleep on the couch, Donnie."

"I am not making them sleep on the couch, April."

"Sunny and I are taking the spare bed."

"Yes."

"The Casey's have already claimed the cots in the med bay."

"Correct again," Donnie said stiffly, a faint blush rising on his cheeks, "We... Sweets and I usually share my bed."

"Ohhh," April said, trailing off, "Okay. I see."

"There's nothing to see," Donnie argued, "It's simply the most sensible and economical solution. It would be a waste of resources to keep a spare bed fresh and clean with the frequency of Sweet's visits."

"I'm sure."

"Good," Donnie said with a huff, his gaze falling back on you. Your chest rose and fell softly as you slept. Your hand rested against your forehead and twitched as the breeze started to pick up.

It was getting colder again. Truly unprecedented weather patterns this year. If Donnie was a betting man, he would expect snow again before May.

(The month, not Sweet's roommate.)

(Duh, Donatello.)

"I think that's the last of the bags," Raph said, popping his head out of the portal Leo was maintaining just to the side of the pool, "You guys need anything?"

"Wanna get sleepyhead inside?" April said, jerking her head in your direction, "I'm worried about them catching a cold."

"No," Donnie said quickly, practically on instinct.

April raised an eyebrow at Donnie. Her eyes glimmered with satisfaction for just a moment as she schooled her face back to a neutral expression.

Donnie didn't have the energy for her presumptions right now. Not after the last few weeks.

"Raph, do you mind finishing up the bottles for me?" Donnie asked. He already tossed his bag over to Raph before he got an answer and was quickly approaching your side.

You scrunched your face up as Donnie gently raised your head off the chair and managed to settle your torso against his. You were solidly snoozing again with your face pressed against Donnie's neck by the time he managed to slide an arm under your legs.

Donnie pointedly did not look at April and Raph as he stepped through the portal and avoided Casey's blatant staring with a swift departure down his hallway.

You muttered something incomprehensible as Donnie took an especially sharp turn.

It was like a second nature for Donnie to chirp at you and press his cheek against the top of your head as he activated the door to the lab. It was one of the things that Donnie was actively choosing not to think about.

(He had a list.)

(Hypothetically.)

(If there were things that he needed to address.)

(Which there weren't.)

Donnie was so preoccupied in his thoughts that he didn't even think about the fact that he had managed to get a hoodie onto you without considering any of the necessary steps he needed to take before that. Namely, getting your swimsuit off first.

He... Donnie didn't think he should be doing that.

"Sweets, you need to go get changed," Donnie said softly, trying to lift you to your feet from where he had set you onto the bed.

(He tried not to think about the wet mark you left behind on his blankets.)

(Where was his mind today?)

You managed to blearily open your eyes and nodded at him. You allowed him to guide you to the bathroom and obediently took the pair of sweatpants he pressed into your hands.

Donnie shut the door behind you and took a deep, steadying breath. He willed his mind to that calming blankness he reached for during meditation. There was no other option, really.

Not on the fumes Donnie was barely running off of.

Ten seconds in.

Change out of his swim trunks. Place in hamper.

Fifteen out.

Replace the comforter, deal with it in the morning.

Twenty seconds in.

Take off his battle shell. Set it on the charger.

Twenty-five --

You opened the door to the bathroom, the light pouring in behind you as you yawned widely. You half-stumbled, half-walked towards his bed.

Donnie had to catch you as you attempted to pull yourself onto his sheets, your hands failing to find traction on the satin.

You giggled sleepily, your hand landing on the collar of Donnie's hoodie while he attempted to tuck you in. You managed to find his arm and tugged at it, humming happily as you managed to pull it to your chest.

Donnie, already leaning over the bed and in grave danger of losing his balance, had to make a quick choice.

Pull away, calm his heartrate, and go sleep on the lab couch, or...

He could stay.

He couldn't--

Could he--?

You would never--

You made the decision for him, in the end, whether you were conscious of it or not. You pulled forward Donnie with the whole weight of your torso as you leaned farther into his bed.

It was all Donnie could do to keep from squishing you beneath him as he landed on the bed. He would be lying if he said he didn't delight in the fact that you were so near, that every bone in his body wasn't screaming at him to stay close to you at all times.

You snored softly next to Donnie, your ability to pass out within an instant never lagging.

He... would be staying. It didn't seem worth it to disturb you more than Donnie had to.

That was the most reasonable justification that Donnie could find, in any case.

(He really needed to get his hindbrain in order.)

"Shelldon, lights off."

#atwlp #donnie x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie x reader #donatello x reader #rise donnie x reader #rottmnt fanfiction #fanfiction

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tmntheadcanons · 2 months

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Hi! 🖖🏻

Can I ask abt morning routine from tmnt 2003? It maybe fun,if Leo and Mikey are morning persons and Raph and Donny more like owls 🥲

or just Mikey is morning happy boy 😁

Thank you! 🍀

I'm so sorry this took so long! I was out of town for all of January and then I got swamped with school and work. But I love this prompt so much! In these head canons I'm assuming this is on average days where they aren't on late night patrols or anything. Just more casual days.

Leonardo:

Leo goes to bed (or at least falls asleep) late. But he is usually the first to get up in the morning.

I feel like Leo enjoys the quiet first thing in the morning. He likes to get up, make tea and just relax in the living room for like half an hour before anyone else gets up.

He might slip outside for a little bit and watch the sunrise while it's still quiet out.

Tea is his preference for a morning drink but he'll take coffee if he's really tired.

First thing in the morning Leo is usually pretty calm and relaxed. I feel like he might even be more sociable in the morning. Like if someone is up at the same time as him he'll suggest they go out and watch the sunrise together and hang out for a bit.

As a kid, the morning is when Leo got a lot of one on one time with Splinter. He and Splinter would be the first ones up, Splinter would make him tea and breakfast and they would talk. So mornings are kind of domestic and peaceful for Leo.

He wakes up around 6-7. Maybe even as early at 5 depending on how late he was up the previous night.

Raphael:

Usually wakes up to the sound of his family being loud.

If left to his own devices he would naturally wake up at around 10, but he's a light sleeper so he's up around the time Leo, Splinter and Mikey start making noise.

The first thing he does is go and eat breakfast. He just heads straight for whatever Mikey just made and if Mikey didn't make anything then it's cereal straight out of the box for Raph.

Raph isn't cranky in the morning he's actually pretty quiet. He just wanders into the kitchen, casually grunts to announce he is awake, eats his breakfast and lets his brain catch up with him.

Once he is awake enough he'll usually go and do a pre-training work out to get warmed up.

Wakes up at around 8:30-9.

Donatello:

He sets 10 different alarms and he might actually get out of bed at alarm #7.

He violently rolls over, slams his snooze button and goes right back to bed. The movement is so swift now the alarm will only go off for a second so it doesn't wake up the entire house (Not that it matters because he is probably the last on up anyway)

Doesn't even wipe the crust out of his eyes before he is checking his phone.

Donatello is actually the one who is cranky in the morning. If he is awoken before his alarm there will be bloodshed.

He won't be functional for at least 15 minutes right after he wakes up. He makes a beeline for the kitchen, gets coffee and just sits at the table and stares into his mug.

He gets up at 9:30 exactly because that's the latest splinter will let him sleep in for before he starts making comments about the importance of a balanced sleep schedule.

But the day after late night missions he will sleep until 1 pm no problem.

Michelangelo:

Mikey is naturally a morning person. Even when he is up late he rarely sleeps in past 9.

When Mikey was a kid, all the good cartoons were on first thing in the morning. Also Splinter let him watch tv before training so the earlier he was up, the more he could watch. So that trained Mikey to be up when the sun comes up

Mikey's mornings are slow and relaxing. He gets up, wanders down into the kitchen and starts making breakfast. He will throw on some coffee and he'll cook for everybody. Then when he is done he will grab a blanket, sit on the couch and watch cartoons while he eats breakfast. (He never grew out of loving a good morning cartoon)

His usual breakfasts are pancakes, scrambled eggs, waffles, french toast and bacon he likes something sweet in the morning.

Also I bet he puts a ton of cream and sugar in his coffee.

He's upbeat in the morning and he's probably pretty loud. His brothers will wake up to the sound of loud singing and dishes clanging in the kitchen.

On average he wakes up at around 7-8.

#thanks for the ask!#tmnt 2003 headcanons #tmnt 2003 #tmnt headcanons #tmnt #tmnt 2003 michelangelo #tmnt 2003 raphael #tmnt 2003 leonardo #tmnt 2003 donatello

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 3 months

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Shadows Entwined: part 10

BatmanVsTmnt!Leonardo x sidekick!reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 / Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Bonus (18+)

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A/N: I’ll say that part 10 is a milestone, and that after this, I’ll go to bed. See y'all tomorrow😂💙

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Warnings: I guess fighting is a warning and spelling.

The reader and the turtles are 19.

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Stocked up on anti ooze, all of you jumped into your respective vehicles, before heading towards Ace. You found yourself stuffed into the Turtle Van, alongside Raphael, Donatello, Batgirl, Robin and of course, Leonardo. You wouldn’t have complained if you had been able to find yourself in such a tight space with the blue eyes ninja turtle, but since he was driving the van, it made that pretty much impossible. Especially when your little brother had decided to take up the passenger seat, going so far as to blow raspberries your way, when you told him to put on a seat belt.

All in all, the Turtle van was… something. It was not what you had expected, but well, it was able to drive, though it shrieked at every turn of the wheels. Your brother clearly wasn’t impressed, sitting on the passenger seat with folded arms, judging Leonard’s driving with every movement.

“So you ride around in this thing, on purpose?”, Robin asked, once again looking around the van with a judgmental look. That was when you noticed Leo’s small smirk in the front mirror, before he pulled on a leaver beside him, causing the van to - what would be the best way to describe it? - Armour up. A slightly tinted glass was brought down before the front window, and from the back of the van, an engine emerged, fire spurring out of the exhaust pipes.

The new speed of the van surpassed Batman’s Batmobile for a time, causing you and Batgirl to grab onto the front seat, fighting to keep yourselves standing, all while Robin lightened up in shock and amazement.

“Okay, that’s cool!”, your brother exclaimed, holding on tight to his seat.

You looked up to the mirror once more, where you once again caught the eye of Leo, along his small smug grin that made your stomach tingle.

It didn’t take long before Ace Chemicals emerged at the end of the street. Its big black gates closed, and its towering walls looming over you, with torches of fire lining the walls and the roofs of the facility. In some ways it reminded you of Arkham Asylum, with the addition of fire and metal piping.

But your upcoming arrival at Ace Chemicals did not go unnoticed. Shredder and Ra’s al Ghul’s men saw all of you come down the street, once again with Batman in the lead. The men upon the wall was given the order, pulling the strings of their bows, sending explosive arrows raining down over you. The arrows blew up around the van and the Batmobile, both swerving in order to avoid them. Two sharp turns from Leo, sent you crashing to the back of the front seat, your hands instinctively latching on to Leo’s shoulders. Robin was about to comment on how this wasn’t the time to flirt with the driver, men then you all caught a glimpse of the rocket launcher at the top of the wall. You could almost hear Mikey scream from the Batmobile.

In a swift move, Leo pressed the pedal to the metal, heading up in front of the Batmobile, where he used the back of the van as a ramp, deflecting the rocket, sending it into a jump before it collided with the road further back.

The explosion shocked the van, and you could not help but stare in shock at Leo. “Did- did you just?”, you asked in amazement.

“I did!”, Leo smiled, continuing the van forward as more arrows came raining down around you.

As the van got closer and closer to the gate, many of the men at the top started to run off, not wishing to be coladural in the collision course the van was set on. Those at the top that did not get away in time,was sent flying as the van broke through the gates.

“What a nice place”, Donnie said, the sarcasm in his voice was heavy, as he took in the surrounding containers you drove past, all in a straight line for the main building, topped with the all capital letters of ACE.

As Batman once again took the lead, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed one of the cranes turning, a container swinging at the end of it. You knew before it dropped, pointing at it, just as it started falling from the sky.

“Look out!”

The Batmobile just managed to slip past it, before it blocked your way. Leo, with the van going at a very high speed, made a sharp turn to the right, avoiding the container with only the side of the van scratched, heading down another path. The turn was so sharp that Robin flew out of the passenger seat, causing you to call out for him, telling him this was why you wanted him to wear a seat belt in the first place. Who would have thought that even in certain danger, you would still find a way to tell Robin; “I told you!”

Down the other path, Leo was the one to notice the crane moving once more, knowing exactly what it meant now. Especially when he saw the new container it was swinging around.

“Donnie”, Leo called out in a stern voice, and for a moment you wondered how he could keep so calm. He had just deflected a rocket, he had almost crashed the van, and the windshield was gone, having been torn off when the van scratched the container.

“On it!”, Donnie called back, heading to the back of the van, followed by Raph and Batgirl that helped him into the strange contraption you had seen when you had entered the van.

Adorned with a baseball helmet and a joystick-like shift in hand, Donnie was raised through an opening in the roof of the van. Using the shift, he maneuvered himself so that he was facing the crane. With his tongue poking out and a small smirk, Donnie aimed for the crane, his finger pressing down on one of the buttons on the shift.

"Bossanova".

A manhole cover, painted to look like a pizza, was sent flying through the air, and into the glass of the command post of the crane. You could only imagine the confused expression on the crane operator’s face, before his post was gunned down by more manhole covers.

Just as you thought you could breathe a sigh of relief, for at least one second, an arrow shot straight through the side view mirror, causing you to jump at the piercing sound. That was when one of Leo’s hands let go of the wheel, resting on top of the one you still had placed on his shoulder, giving it a comforting squish.

“Raph! Batgirl!”, Leo called out to the people in the back of the van. “You’re up!” He didn’t even have to say it twice, before both Raph and Batgirl was ready, both on their motorcycles.

Donnie had turned his attention towards the pursuing motorcycles, shooting manhole covers at them. Yet the men dogged, heading straight up to the sides of the van. One even managed to climb onto the side of the van. But his time on the van was short lived, as Raph and Batgirl’s motorcycles shot out from the sides, sending the men flying off. In the last pieces of the side mirror, you could see both Batgirl and Raph punch and kick every motorcycle they came by, taking the men by surprise.

Leo did another sharp turn, bumping the other side of the van against the wall of containers. You stumbled and fell into the passenger seat, causing Leo to look away from the road ahead of him for a short moment.

“Where the hell did you get your driver's license?”, you asked, rubbing your temples.

Leo chuckled, almost in relief as his eyes found their way back on the road. “In New York of course”.

You were about to make a joke, mentioning how you would never travel to New York if that was how people were driving. But then you heard the creaking sound of containers, and saw the bright yellow eyes in the left side view mirror.

“We got mutants!”, Raph yelled from the motorcycle, confirming your suspicion.

Soon the road and the top of the containers were roaming with humans turned animal mutants, all growling and roaring in your direction. Donnie directed his fire at them, taking out both a hippo and a lion, before a wolf sprung on him, pushing him to the flat surface of the roof.

“Nice murder wolf, uhg…”, Donnie said, using his bow staff to keep him off.

“I got this”, Robin said, crawling to the top of your van through your sisterly protests.

Like a small lighting, Robin was on the roof in no time, kicking the now yelping dog off Donnie, before helping him to stand. They exchanged friendly smiles, before the roof was swarmed by more mutants. With bow staff in hand, Donnie was ready to defend Robin. But to his surprise, the boy wonder pulled out a smaller stick, and with one small button push, it extended to a full size yellow bow staff. With a battle cry, he jumped on them, soon finding him and Donatello jumping and kicking over one another, reading and aiding each other with ease.

As you watched everything from the side view mirror, you turned to Leonardo, his eyes focused on keeping the van in line with all the moving around on top of it.

“What do you want me to do?”, you asked the leader in blue, waiting for him to give you some kind of order.

“Nothing”, Leo answered, not taking his eyes off the road. “You stay in the van”.

“What?!”, you exclaimed in bewilderment. Both of your families was out there, fighting a battle against an army of mutants, and he did not want you to help? What the hell was that about?!

“You heard me”, he said, still not looking away from the road. “You can’t go out there”.

“But why?!” You could feel the frustration and confusion build up inside of you. You were ready to go!

“You just can’t, okay!”, he said, sounding like a scolding parent, his eyes shooting you a warning look.

“I can’t just sit around, Leo!”, you yelled. “At least give me a reason!”

Leo opened his mouth, ready to yell out an answer, when the van suddenly was pushed hard to the side by a mutant elephant. Leo turned the wheel, making the van turn shaply once more. You yelped when Donnie’s irritated face showed up, upside down by your window.

“Hey!”, Donnie yelled angrily, slamming his fists against the window. “We’re still out here!”

“I know! I know!”, Leo yelled back, stress building up inside of him.

“Leo”, you said, catching his attention once more. His pretty blue eyes almost looked like they did back in Arkham. He was scared. “Why can’t I go?”

“Because…”. Leo bit his lip as his eyes flickered between you and the road. “Because I won’t let you get hurt, okay! I care about you too much to let that happen! I don’t think I’ll be able to live with myself if you got hurt! Especially not after Arkham!”

You were somewhat shocked by Leonardo’s outburst. The extent of his emotions was like a surprise to you. It was obvious that he cared for you, everybody had noticed it, but you had never realized how much he cared for you.

Before you could comprehend and answer, Batgirl drove up on your side with the elephant mutant hot on her heels. Using her motorcycle, she lured him to a line of chemical tanks, sliding under them as he headbutted straight into them, slamming them together one by one. Batgirl was quick to get away on her motorcycle, before the mutant slammed the tanks against the wall, causing an explosion with Batgirl’s silhouette standing in front of it. You could only imagine how Donnie’s jaw dropped to the floor at the sight.

With everything quieting down on the roof, Donnie and Robin having thrown all the mutants of the van, and Raph and Batgirl flanking your sides, you headed straight for the main building. But then came the loud, earth shaking thuds.

A container got blown out of its alignment, separating you, Leo, Donnie and Robin from Raph and Batgirl. Leo brought the spinning van to a grinding halt, facing the dust cloud that hung in the air. The sudden jerk of the stop, caused you to be thrown off your seat and against Leo, you just managed to catch you, rubbing his head with his free hand.

“Didn’t you tell Robin something about a seat belt?”, he groaned. But you did not answer him. Instead you shut up, pointing through the dust cloud.

“Leo!”

Through the dust, you saw the eyes of a large mutant, wearing a Foot mask. But to your surprise, it wasn’t just any mutant, but a t-rex, its eyes directly on the van. It roared at you, breaking its mask, showcasing its many sharp teeth, before it stomped towards you.

“Aw, come on!”, Leo exclaimed, quickly putting the van in reverse, sending it squeaking down the road. Everything shook as it followed you, its roars hitting your ears. And that’s when you felt the light of a sudden bright idea.

“I’m going out there”, you said, getting up from the front seats.

“What?!”, Leo asked, his eyes wide, trying to grab for you, getting a grasp on your cape. “No!”

“Leo, let go!”, you said, pulling on your cape. “I have an idea!”

“Whatever it is, it’s going to get you killed!”

“No it won’t! Now, let go!”

“No!”

Then, out of nowhere, the sky to your right side illuminated in bright colors and fireworks, the Bat Signal being shown in flickering lights. Seemed like Mikey got to hit every button. But in the short moment Leo’s attention was caught by the sudden fireworks beyond the containers, you took this as the moment to jump out of his grasp and up onto the roof, with Leo calling out after you.

You found yourself up on the roof of the van, the wind blowing in your ears. You ignored the questioning looks by Donnie and Robin, before you started running towards the giant beast. By the use of your grappling hook, you jumped from the van and towards the mouth of the mutant dinosaur, throwing the anti ooze at its open jaws. The t-rex's eyes widened as it started turning human again, falling to the ground with a sound of discomfort.

As you fell towards the ground, you saw Raph’s motorcycle coming up to catch you. With one hand, he grabbed onto your arm and swung you onto the back of his motorcycle.

“That was pretty cool, (H/N)”, Raph yelled over the wind.

“I thought so too!”, you yelled back. “You think Leo saw it?”

“He better have”, Raph laughed, following his brothers in the van, as you all rushed towards the main building, relieved when you saw the Batmobile come in from the left hand side, continuing in the same direction as you.

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