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pandulce135 · 10 months

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Manmade Machine (Donatello x Reader Smut)

Note: I had the thought "Hah, what if Donnie watched the reader get fucked with his own fuck machine?" and so i wrote it. This is the first smut I've ever written, and I really haven't been able to write anything creatively for the past few months. Please go easy on me and enjoy!

Warnings: Smut (18+ only please!), aged up characters, blindfold, restraint, fuck machine, hardly proofread

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Your moans filled the space as the silicone slid in and out of you with wet slaps. On all fours, your ass was in the air and jiggling with each thrust of the machine. Beneath your sweating skin was a cool metal that your chest laid flat against. You moved to release the weight on your chest only for your wrists to tug on the restraints that held your hands in place.

Another moan escaped just as you accepted your fate of being fucked relentlessly by the machine behind you, the dildo hitting just right.

You didn’t anticipate for this to happen, but when Donnie had sent a text where he expressed his excitement over finishing his big project, you had to go see it. You didn’t know that this machine was that big project. So when you walked into a near empty lair, you made your way to Donnie’s lab only to get a quick peek at the machine before a blindfold took over your vision.

“Right on time,” his words tickled your neck with a husky whisper as he tightened the blindfold on your head. His lips found their place on your neck, latching onto it. His three fingered hands holding your waist, traveling down to your hips then traveling back up to your front to fondle your breasts.

You let out a gasp. “Donnie!” It was breathy, and only stirred him on, especially when your hands reached up to rake your fingernails against his cool scaly skin. You continued to feel his hands through your clothing, touching you, holding you as if you were a precious doll. His hands still moved eagerly to feel you though, sliding up and down from your breasts to your ass as his lips continued to make themselves at home on your neck.

You were going to have hickeys there, you both knew it.

His hands finally began to lift the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head to expose your bra. Warm lips reattached themselves to your skin as you felt his cold hands undo the clasps with expert fingers. It slid down your arms and to the floor. The cold air made you gasp and you felt your nipples harden, sensitive to the cold. The tingle that came from your nipples mirrored the same sensation you felt between your legs. Your panties were soaked and your cunt was looking for anything that can provide release. You pressed your thighs together.

Donnie let out a chuckle at your movements, still tickling your ear with a breath of warm air. A shiver ran down your spine as one of his three finger hands found the small of your back, guiding you forward with a gentle push. He was guiding you to the machine and you felt your cunt throb, aching for something to satisfy its intense need.

He led you to the table the machine sat on, your ass leaning against the cool metal as his lips latched themselves to your hardened nipples. You let out a moan and your hands moved to hold his head to your chest. As soon as you moved, his hands caught your wrists and held them as he continued to suck and nip at the cold and sensitive flesh.

“You’re so good, but don’t touch, just accept,” he said, his voice just as low as before.

You nodded, a quiet “okay” escaping your lips.

If you weren’t soaked through before, you definitely were now. As his tongue and teeth continued to play with your nipples, he moved your hands to hold on to your wrists with only one of his. When his other hand returned, you felt a fabric beginning to make its way around your wrists. You let out a breathy moan. He knew exactly what to do for you.

With his hands now free, he began to caress your body again, running them up your sides, cupping your chest, squeezing your breasts before lowering them to your thighs, squeezing them. Another soft moan left your lips as his hands dragged dangerously close to your core, only to move away again. This time, they landed on your hips, guiding you to stand up again. You felt his hands on your stomach before they lowered to the button of your jeans. He lowered them slowly, eyeing the dark spot on your panties as he helped you out of them.

“Someone’s excited,” he chuckled. He took the opportunity to grab your ass and play with it in his hands.

“Please, Donnie,” you whimpered out, his hands still teasing you. He wasn’t touching you where you needed him just yet.

“What?” You could hear the smug smirk in his voice. “I couldn’t hear you.” His hands traveled close to the wet spot and you held your breath in anticipation to be pleased, only for them to move back to your ass.

“Touch me, Donnie,” you whined. You couldn’t hold yourself back as your hips thrusted forward, hoping to reach something to grind against, but you were met with cold air.

Donnie chuckled, the hot air of his breath blowing against your stomach. “Oh, but I am touching you, dearest.” He pinched one of your legs, making you let out another whine.

“You know what I mean!” You tried to rub your thighs together again, only to have them pulled apart by his strong hands.

“You’re going to have to be more specific.” You felt his hot breath on your left thigh, right at the waistband of your panties. You whined again.

“Touch my clit! Fuck me! Do whatever, just please don’t torture me like this anymore!” You pleaded, throwing your head back.

Donatello found this amusing and oh-so beautiful. Watching as you squirmed under his teasing touches and as your skin glistened with sweat. Your panties were nearly soaked through, it was almost admirable. He looked up at you from his crouched position in front of you. You were stunning.

You felt his fingers loop around the waistband on your panties. “As you wish,” he whispered onto your cunt. The sudden air made you groan just as he pulled down your panties. The wet spot stuck to your clit for just a second longer than the rest. Donatello was mesmerized as he lowered the panties slowly enough for there to be a string of your arousal connecting you to your clothing.

It only took a few seconds for him to refocus on the task at hand and drag his finger through your juices. You let out a loud moan at the sudden contact and felt your knees begin to wobble as he flicked your clit. He leaned you back onto the table and wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep them spread apart as he tongue dove into you. Your breaths began to come out ragged as you felt his tongue swipe at your clit.

“Yes, yes- Donnie,” you moaned as he consumed you. He licked up your juices eagerly, like your cunt was the last source of water on the planet. Like this was the way to divinity, and you were the goddess. He loved how you tasted- so sweet, so delicious.

Donnie pulled away and you nearly cried at the lack of his warmth from your clit. Only a few seconds later and a large finger plunged into you, making you throw your head back as you let out a long moan. He stood up, pumping his finger in and out of you as he grabbed your chin to force you to face him. You felt his lips crash into yours in a sloppy, wet kiss. You tasted yourself on his lips and tongue and you couldn’t stop another moan from getting tangled into the kiss.

That’s when he began to lean you back onto the table. His finger still fucking you and his lips still attached to yours. The cool metal made you flinch and lean forward into Donnie’s plastron. He let out a chuckle before pushing you down so your back was against the table. Then he pulled out again, his finger loitering at your entrance to feel your muscles clenching around nothing. He watched your chest rise and fall with each heavy breath you took. He eyed your lips, where drool was escaping, from the heated kiss as well as being stimulated so pleasantly. Your skin was drenched in sweat and when he looked lower, found you dripping between your thighs. He wanted to take you then and there, but he had other plans.

He cleaned off his finger by licking your juices off of it before picking you up and placing you on the table on your hands and knees. You let out a yelp at the sudden movement.

“Donnie? What are you doing?” You asked, as you still had the blindfold on with your wrists restrained.

“Trust me, please.”

You nodded.

You felt his hand on your upper back, softly pushing you down so your chest was flat against the table. Your arms were guided to lay out on the table and you realized he tied the fabric to something else. You wouldn’t be able to move your hands. You felt something cold line up with your entrance.

“You remember the safe word, correct?” Donatello stopped once everything was lined up. He placed a hand softly on your cheek and you leaned your head into it.

“Yes.” You tried to nod but found yourself struggling to move your head properly.

“Let me hear you say it.” How sweet he could be in times like these. He really did love you and you, him.

“Engineer.”

“And taps?” He was always thorough, just in case one or the other crossed a line. You knocked on the table rhythmically, it gave a tinny sound in response. Knock, knock-knock, knock, knock.

Donnie dragged his hand to grab your chin between your chin and finger. “Good girl.”

That’s when you felt the tip of what was lined up at your entrance begin to enter you. He had built a whole machine to fuck you while he watched. You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a long moan as the machine rammed its silicone dick inside of your dripping pussy.

To the side you heard a squeak of a chair and a hefty loud groan. He probably dropped himself. He probably did all this to have a front row seat to jack off. You felt yourself dripping between your thighs and onto the table. Each thrust of the machine sent another wave of pleasure straight through to your core. Hearing Donnie’s soft grunts to the side as he stroked himself was only adding fuel to your burning core.

You heard the chair creak again.

“You’re taking it so well, darling-” He cut himself off with a deep breath. “I’m going to take your blindfold off.”

You expected the need to squint after being released from the darkness of the blindfold, but the lights were dim enough that it was an easy enough adjustment for your eyes. Ever the mood setter, Donnie was.

You looked at him over your arm as he sat down again, pumping himself as you watched.

You were watching him jerk off as he watched you getting fucked with his own creation. That turned Donnie on, so much so that the mere thought of it made his cock throb with need. He began to fist himself faster. All the while, you watched, struggling to hold back moans. The familiar warm sensation gathered at your lower belly, telling you your end was near.

“Oh, God, Donnie,” you gasped out. You watched as his eyes snapped to yours from where they were staring at your bouncing ass. “I’m- I’m gonna cum.” You felt the machine speed up and let out a moan as you threw your head onto your arm. In his hand, Donnie held a remote, obviously meant to control the machine. “Yes! Faster! More!”

“As,” Donnie grunted, “you wish.” The machine was moving faster, your ass bouncing with every thrust. The warmth was beginning to grow unbearable.

You saw as Donnie’s leg began to twitch, he was close too. It only took a few more thrusts before you came on the dildo like a wave crashing down. You were dripping all over the table as the dildo came to a stop inside of you. With heavy breaths you watched as white strings of cum began to shoot out of Donnie’s cock, landing on his heaving plastron. You clenched the dildo at the sight and hissed at the overstimulation.

“Are you okay?” He heard you and rushed to get up, undoing your restraints and helping you off of the machine.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Spent, but fine.” You signed as you leaned on his plastron before pulling away after sighting the spilled cum next to you. “Oh, ew, Don.” With a tired gesture, you pointed at the cum that was right next to you.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t think to clean myself up when I heard you hiss in pain,” Donnie shot back, just as tired before pointing to the mess on the table. “You’re one to talk.”

“But this was all your idea,” you whined as you laid back down on the table, the cool metal relieving the heat that was all over your sweaty body.

“You’re not sleeping there.” Donnie turned around to grab a towel to wipe off his plastron before turning back and picking you up off the table, earning a groan. He chuckled. “Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You looked up at him, your head leaning against his chest, before leaning up and planting a kiss on his cheek. “I love you, Donnie.”

You didn’t miss the small smile that grew across his lips. “I love you, too, darling.”

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tmntxthings · 9 months

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heyy so I literally got this kind of idea like not really long ago, how about a donnie x reader fic/scenario/prompt where donnie makes a new AI hologram assistant (the reader) but ends up falling in love with them ?? (kind of blade runner 2049 inspired)

thanks ! luv your work (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

一∑ Dizzy・゜・。

author’s notes: so this may not be exactly what you asked for, this donnie is a bit… cagey? protective? overbearing! but hopefully the ending is a good indication that he did indeed fall?? :D

warnings: fluff, platonic to romantic, cursing, very unedited, & super short >.<

word association: sentience, slight yandere!donnie, light projection, holograms, creation, possessive, obsessive, fluff, change, feelings

song: “ Round & Round by Selena Gomez ”

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“Y/n”

Donnie waited for you to appear in his vision as he was glued to a new construct. Both hands busy with small tools that required the utmost care and attention. And patience.

He waited a couple of more seconds before a crease appeared between his draw on brows.

Seriously?

“Y/n!”

Donnie shouted louder. There was no way you couldn’t hear him. He was this close to pushing up his goggles but like magic you apparated in his vision. A tiny version of yourself in the corner of his eyesight, “Yyyessss?”

You drawled, dipping forward dramatically but not obscuring his view of his hands so he could continue his work.

“Where are you?”

Habitually it seemed he had to ask you this. He was like this with Shelldon too. But ever since you started getting curious and venturing out of his lab, he just had to at least check in…

He would have just checked your holo-tracker but his hands were busy at the moment. So calling out your name was more efficient. His wrist tech was voice automated and connected to your system easily enough.

“And why did you ignore my first call?”

He questioned further, eyebrows still drawn. His tongue peeked out between his lips as he carefully pieced together two small bits in the right formation.

“I thought we agreed Donnie. If you didn’t need me, I could explore the perimeters!”

You glitched momentarily, moving from the corner to right in the center of his vision before going back to your original place with a raised brow.

“Yes yes. That was the agreement but addendum six was—“

You groaned.

“Y/n it’s been… how long has it been..?”

He just knew it had to be four or so hours since you last checked in. Which meant he could call! As per agreement! If you didn’t check in then he would worry and a time frame was even added into fine print for this very purpose! Donatello prided himself on thinking of every-little-thing!

“It’s been 30 minutes.”

His eyes widened. Looking at you now and squinting.

No way.

You sighed dramatically as you brought up the time. Sure enough. It was only 2:30 in the morning. Not 5.

“Ah, well my mistake.”

Donnie placed down the tools and pushed up his goggles. The zoomed in version of his project gone, as well as the time and your miniature self.

He could still hear you though with his headphones on.

“You didn’t answer my first question…”

He still wanted to know.

“I think that should be void considering you can just check now!”

Your voice was exasperated but it had a teasing quality.

“I’d rather you tell me,”

“With your brothers!”

“What?!”

No response. “Y/n?” No response still. He grumbled bringing his goggles back down and yep, you were gone. He shoved them back up and shot out of his chair.

Two years ago. Donatello went a step further from robots. A step further from Shelldon, definitely still a very proud achievement of his! You were a hologram program. One that connected just like Shelldon to all of Donatello’s devices and gadgets. But you didn’t have a physical body. You were a pure light so to speak. And while Donnie had agreed for you to explore…he hadn’t really disclosed another sentient being in the lab to his brothers.

Selfishly… Donnie had created you solely for him. While Shelldon had been sort of a prank but definitely for his brothers… you weren’t.

“Y/n.” Shelldon whispered harshly as he peeked out of the doorway from his lab. You were nowhere in the vicinity. He scowled. “If this is supposed to be funny, let me be very clear! It is not!” Then Donnie started to rush with his words while he crept further out into the lair.

“Those dumdums have no idea of your existence Y/n! For all we know they could— I don’t know! Attack?!”

You were radio silent. And it annoyed to Donnie to know end. You were ignoring him on purpose. Dragging him away from work to chase you down. And he would do the dragging this time, right back to his side if he must!

The further he went, the more apprehensive he felt. He could hear music. He could hear hollering. It was not the right cues that said ‘Y/n is just pranking me! They wouldn’t reveal themselves without my go-ahead! Surely!’ Yeah none of that was feeling close to happening right now. Donatello’s teeth ground together as he gave up being stealthy in favor of finally seeing what the fuck was happening.

And boy was he in for a shock.

As he cleared a corner that gave him a full view of the arcade that stretched down a distance away. The DDR (Dance Dance Revolution) was on, bass pumping throughout the room. A beautiful voice beckoning him closer like a siren’s song. Where Raph was dancing on one side. And you on the other.

Donnie stopped short. His breath catching as he watched your hologram dance, when your shoes met the correct arrows your whole body took on a glow of purple, blue, red, and yellow. It reflected throughout your entire being. You hit perfect after perfect, head tipped back in laughter as Raph started to trip up, losing his footing and sweating profusely. You on the other hand would never tire.

You were completely energized. You were having fun! It shined in your eyes. It reminded him of how you were when he first created you. When everything he introduced to you excited you.

Donnie felt like such an ass. Keeping you tucked away from the rest of the lair. From his brothers. From the world! As he watched you now he knew he was going to have to change. Because he surely wasn’t letting you go completely. But maybe he needed to loosen up, him and his contract.

Because he wanted you to be like this more. To smile more. To be exuberant and full of life! And he couldn’t stop smiling as you tilted your head towards him. You didn’t falter, you just smiled brighter and winked as the song came to a close and the points were tallied up.

Of course anything created by Donnie would be extraordinary at dancing. Therefore it didn’t surprise him one bit that you received a maximum score of 10,000,000. What did throw him off guard was the rapid pace of his heart. And maybe a bit dizzy? He hadn’t even been the one dancing!

Yeah this wasn’t good!

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navithescribe · 4 months

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So, to prove I am not dead, here's a WIP on a Yan!DonniexReader oneshot

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It was almost 1:00 in the morning. Donatello had spent all day working on a new circuit. He was close to finishing… but something was disturbing him. A pair of eyes were on the back of his neck, they had been for several seconds now. 34,07 seconds to be exact.

He smiled to himself.

“How long are you planning on just standing there and just watch?” he spoke up.

He pushed up his goggles and turned out on his swivel chair to face the doorway.

There you stood, half hiding behind the door, looking at him.

You were in your pjs and held your pillow in your arms.

This was the third night in a row.

While Donnie was working on something, which usually lasted until the late hours, you woke up and went to him because you knew he was still awake.

“Another nightmare?” he then asked right out.

You nodded.

“I’ll be right there.”

He put his tools away before getting up from his chair and walked with you to the living room area and plopped down on the couch.

You looked pale. You had dark circles under your eyes.

Donatello felt bad you had to suffer in through the nights, but it was the only way. It was for your own good…

“Tell me about it.” he commanded softly, as he reached a hand up to stroke your back your hair.

“It was the same as the others…” you muttered.

Your gaze was focused on your hands fidgeting, on your lap.

You were still wearing the beaded bracelet he had made you… Good.

“A dark figure… a man… or something else… chasing me…” Your voice was so quiet, “he kept demanding I returned to him… that I could never escape…”

“It’s only a dream, darling.” Donnie kissed your head.

“I know but-“

“But what?”

“… It feels like more than just a dream.” You sighed.

Donnie felt a lump grow in his throat. Dear god, don’t let her realise…

“It feels like… like a memory.” You finally said it.

Donnie pulled you close, hugging you tightly.

“It was only a dream.” He murmured more slowly.

You went quiet.

There was no way you could remember.

You shouldn’t remember.

He had made sure of that…

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Things are still pretty rough, but it's getting better little by little. I only ask for some patience because I promise I am working on the good days, and there are more good days than bad days lately. 💜

#wip #yandere donnie #yandere donnie x reader #oneshot #rottmnt donnie x reader #rise donnie x y/n #rise donnie x reader #rise donatello x reader #donatello x y/n #rottmnt fan fic #rise donnatello #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise donnie #tmnt #i am not dead #thing are slowly getting better

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sardonic-the-writer · 5 months

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𝐀 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none. pure fluff

↳ song: go kitty go—dancing cats

masterlist | coms | carrd

• Snow days in New York weren’t exactly uncommon, but it was always a treat when they happened

• School was canceled and puffy jackets donned; all for the sake of the lovely white powder

• You were no different. The second you woke up to freezing cold temperatures, you were already dialing April's number in preparation for a hangout

• Plans were made in record time, and you soon found yourself standing at the foot of Leonardo’s bed in preparation to rip the covers off of him

• “Rise and shine Nardo! It’s a snow day!”

• The minute his Jupiter Jim covers fell to the floor, you were met with the sight of a very grump turtle

• Oops

• It took a considerable amount of prying to get him and his stupid nightcap out of bed and down to the lairs main room. By the time you had managed to get him to stop teleporting back onto his mattress, April was standing in the living room with the other three brothers - and looking much more damaged than you remembered

• “What happened to you?” You cringed at the sight of her mussed up hair, keeping a tight hold on Leo’s shell so he wouldn’t run off. You ignored his whines

• “Someone forgot to mention that they had the security system set to ten.” April said with zero amusement, looking pointedly at a purple teen

• “Smashed with the Tech Bo?” You smiled somewhat sympathetically. Donnie whistled and looked away innocently

• “Smashed with the Tech Bo.” April parroted,

• After you got April to stop chasing Donnie with her bat, all of you suited up to head to the nearest snow covered park

• Part of your brain remembered in the middle of preparation that turtles didn’t do well in cold temperatures, and you asked Donnie about it as everyone zipped up their coats

• “Patented hand warmers.” He smirked proudly. “And our numerous layers should protect us from any harsh elements. If anything, the worst that will happen is that the cold will cause us to get sleepy.”

• “I am totally using that information for blackmail.”

• “Do not—"

• Overall, it’s very fun. Mikey brings his revered hot chocolate, you April and Leo beat Raph in a snowball fight, and Donnie spends the entire time building a lifelike bust of himself from snow. And this time there weren’t any mutant ghost bears to terrorize you

• “Why don’t we do this more often?” You had paused to ask Mikey while snowballs flew over both of your heads. At this point, everyone had switched teams, and you were stuck with the orange turtle as Donatello’s mechanical arms whirled snowballs in your direction at record speed

• “Hang out, or challenge Donnie at deadly activities?!” He screamed back, yelling as a chunk of snow barely missed his head

• “Fair point.” You grinned before returning fire

• In the end a truce was called, and the promise of extra flavorless juice at home eventually coaxed Donnie to agree to the terms

• “For the record, I still won.”

• “Don’t make me take away your juice privileges Dee, because I will.”

• “Gasp! Oh the treachery! The betrayal!”

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dancingdonatello · 10 months

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Heya! I can make a request to make with a romantic rise Donnie x reader where the reader is a yellow bellied slider turtle mutant? Maybe they’re besties with Leo since they’re both slider turtles and Leo is like a wingman for his twin? (P.S. you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to feel free to delete it whenever you want and be sure to take care of yourself!!!)

donnie x slider mutant reader

“Slap them.”

“What? No. Nardo, are you dumb?!” Donnie shoved Leo away, angry. “I’m not falling for your dumb tricks!”

“I don’t mean like hard!” Leo placed his hands on his own cheeks. “C’mon, it’s how we do our rituals or whatever. They had it on Nat Geo.”

“I’m not going to ask them in such an archaic and primal way.” Donnie rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.

Leo scoffed at him. “So, how are you going to do it then?”

Donnie smirked.

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You came into their lair crying. “Donnie! My phone is threatening me!” You screeched as you ran into the lab. Leo snorted. Raph and Mikey looked unsurely at each other.

“What happened?” Leo asked as you walked out of the lab.

“My phone was, like, asking me out or something!” You explained shakily. “It was so scary, but Don said it was a, uh, ‘bug.’ I didn’t see any though.” You stared at your phone, squinting at it.

Leo snorted again. Raph and Mikey looked super confused.

“Why don’t we talk in my room?” He stood up and dragged you away, smirking all the while. He winked at Donnie who peered out of his lab with a forlorn look.

“What?” you asked him as you sat down on his bed.

“You know how sliders go like this to ask someone out basically?” He danced his fingers on your cheeks.

“You mean… in the wild? With unmutated turtles?” You looked unimpressed. “Sure.”

“Well, Donnie was asking you out on your phone, but it obviously didn’t work.”

“What?” Your eyes widened. “I had no idea!” You went to stand up but he held you down by your shoulders.

“Here’s the plan.” Leo smirked evilly. “$50 bucks if you agree.”

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“C’mon, Don, do it.” Leo swung an arm around his shoulders. “It’ll be so funny—I mean, so… uh, what’s the word?”

Donnie glowered at angrily.

“What I mean is… the phone thing didn’t work. So, why not go old school?” Leo shook him gently.

“Fine, if it’ll get you to shut up!” Donnie shrugged his shoulders to make Leo’s arm fall. He stalked over to you and Leo pulled out his phone to record.

Donnie cleared his throat to get your attention.

You passed your video game controlled to Mikey and he easily took over, prepared to beat Raph in mario kart.

He motioned for you to follow him away from his brothers, too nervous to notice Leo slowly following.

“Listen… this is difficult for me to say…” Donnie nervously rubbed his arms as if he were cold. You patiently waited for him to speak. “But, um, I guess what Leo wanted me to do was to let my actions speak for me.” He still seemed unsure of Leo’s plan, not knowing you were in on it.

He slowly raised a hand and gently patted your cheek. You stared at him in silence.

“Um?” He patted it a little harder. Your eyes squinted at him.

“Are you trying to slap me?” You asked and Donnie’s eyes widened. “That’s… like the most disrespectful thing you can do to a slider.” Leo had originally wanted you to be more dramatic, but… you didn’t want to destroy his feelings when he was trying to vulnerable.

“No!” He stepped away and shook his head rapidly. “Leo told me—Leo told me… Leo!” He shouted, catching sight of his brother recording from a doorway.

He chased after him and you listened as Leo’s girlish screams got farther and farther away.

Well, you’d be using your new $50 bucks to make it up to poor Donnie. Maybe if you managed to snag Leo’s wallet, too, you could have a nice dinner.

#rottmnt x reader #rise donnie x reader #tmnt x reader #donnie x reader #rottmnt x gn reader #donatello x you #donatello x y/n #donatello x reader #tmnt donatello x reader

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moonlight-starlight6 · 26 days

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Pov: Donatello want you join his clan

Au tmnt it called eye clan :3

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #tmnt au #yandere tmnt #yandere?#rottmnt yandere #tmnt x you #tmnt x reader #donatello x y/n

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enb-y · 8 months

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↬ 07 DONATELLO COMFORTING READER WHO’S HAD A BAD DAY.

2007 teenage mutant ninja turtles.

request: ❝ hiya! i hope you’re doing good!

could i request some headcanons for a female reader x 2007!donnie, and the reader has had the worst day and she has a temper like raph’s and like basically how donnie would try to comfort her after finding her crying ❞ — 🟣 anon.

warnings: nothing too serious, mentions of crying.

characters: 2007 donatello

writers note: sorry if this seemed short, I’ve actually finished this in one day, I have actually been feeling a bit more motivated to write since I’ve been struggling with off and on writers block. I’m sorry for getting to ur request late.

readers pronouns are not mentioned.

✶ honestly, donatello probably would give you some advice for your temper, but he highly doubts it’ll work since some of it barely works for raph. maybe, because he doesn’t listen or merely doesn’t care. but he really does try with you and try to calm you down, especially if your day has been crappy. he won’t talk to you if that’s what you want. you’re more than welcome to stay in his room (lab?) if you’re needing a quiet space.

✶ when donatello came over to your place, who you specifically had a bad day, the worst day and was very stressed out to the point you broke down. he honestly didn’t know what to do. he’s never seen you cry, yell? yes, but rarely ever directed at him, which is good. the first thing he asked was if everything was okay and what was bothering you. he’ll allow you to vent, tell him about your awful day and try to comfort you (I don’t think he’s good at comforting others).

✶ if you want to cuddle, then that’s fine. he’ll cuddle with you and play with your hair as he holds you close to him. he’ll even have some kind of background music for you, if you wish to listen to something as you cry on him.

✶ he’s actually a good listener, and will listen to everything you have to say. as cliche as this sounds, this man will wipe your tears away, because he thinks that’s best and comforting. his hugs are pretty nice. he’s the type to rub your back as you cry on his shoulder and he’ll have another hand combing through your hair and answering back to you so it doesn’t seem like you're talking to a brick wall.

✶ he’ll put on a movie for you, any type of movie and he’ll be the one to order you food, you know? he’s decent at comforting, but he’s not the best, because there were times where he didn’t know what the hell to do— he’s a scientist not a therapist. but he does try his best with you in comforting you. he also has his stressful moments.

✶ this man also has a nice voice, it's soothing. his voice will be the most comforting in the moment as he tries to ease you. donatello will do everything you ask of him, just so you aren’t stressed out anymore. donnie has his moments of sweetness, there are times where he’s just bluntly honest.

end - live laugh love 2007 donatello. also, sorry if this made him seem ooc, I gotta rewatch the movie 💀

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hiddencitydweller · 8 months

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Kingdom Dance

Pairing: Donnie x GN!Reader

(Reader is wearing a skirt, so take that as you will)

Absolute fluff!

Summary: You somehow managed to convince your tech-loving boyfriend to attend a ren faire with you, where you find yourselves caught up in a dance.

(Basically Tangled meets Turtles)

Warnings: Does poor writing count? With the structure of this fic, I wanted it to be a little more from Donnie's perspective rather than the reader, which was considerably harder than I thought it would be rip.

Word Count: 3k

Song Referenced: Dulámán

A/N: You know in Tangled, that scene where Rapunzel and Flynn are in the town square and he is just watching her dance with this besotted look on his face? And then he joins in and it's the most electric and romantic thing in cinematic history? Well, this is that but with some minor tweaks.

For all the people who long for someone to look at them like Flynn looks at Rapunzel, this one's for you.

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Let's make one thing clear—Donnie did not want to be here.

At least, that's what he kept saying.

Wooden shops lined the dirt road you traversed, uniquely dressed owners promoting their equally unique wares in their doorways. In some of the many open air booths, you could see countless novelties one would sooner find in Witch Town than your beloved New York City. Crystals, wands, leather armor, chainmail, and countless other fantasy-related items could be seen anywhere you looked—and not just in the shops.

Everyone around you was intricately dressed in some fantasy or medieval fashion. No two people looked alike. You were surrounded by elves, royalty, warriors, and even the occasional time-traveler or two. Even with Donnie's experience in the Hidden City and his grumbling at being here, he had to admit it all came together to create one fantastical sight.

When you had suggested the gang go to the local Renaissance Faire, Donnie had been more than skeptical. Of course Leo and Mikey were immediately in, going as far as planning their outfits and characters right on the spot. Raph took a little more convincing, but once you assured him how safe it really was (and that they could keep their weapons on hand without looking out of place) he caved into the younger brothers' excitement.

Your tech-loving boyfriend, however, took some more convincing.

To put it plainly, ren faires just weren't his scene. For starters, technology was bluntly discouraged, to which Donnie took personal offense. Then there was the fantasy element, which simply made no sense to him. His history with magic wielders had left nothing but a bad taste in his mouth, and he couldn't imagine why anyone would actively want to seek out that sort of experience, fake or otherwise. Not to mention the clear and unparalleled superiority of science to the nonsensical magic.

However, as you repeatedly brought up in your own arguments, you had gone to countless Comic-Cons, Galaxy-Cons and whatever other Sci-Fi conventions he and his brothers were able to drag you to over the years. It was only fair for them to return the favor.

"Besides, you may find you enjoy having a little more non-mystic fantasy in your life," you had said with a sly grin and wink.

And that's how he had landed here, clutching a wooden bo-staff as he trailed behind your near-bouncing form.

He had to admit, he was enjoying himself far more than he would ever openly say. While, true to form, there was very little tech to be found, there were plenty of other little intricacies that called his attention. From other faire-goers' costumes to the effects at the shows, there was plenty for his mind to dissect and look at. And there was you of course. He couldn't help but smile softly to himself as he watched you flit from stall to stall, gawking at the unique wares and happily chatting with other guests. You were as excited as he was whenever he finished a new project, and seeing you brimming with joy was just as intoxicating.

"Come on Dee! If we don't hurry, we'll miss the performance!" you whined as you continued to nearly drag him through the crowd towards a stout building that looked to be an open air pub. The two of you had just split from the rest of the group, choosing to visit some more shops and see some musical performances while the others went to watch the sword fights and jousting tournament (which Leo was determined to sneak his way into, much to Raph's dismay).

"There's only so fast I can go in this getup!" he shot back, but he still made an effort to pick up the pace. His usual gear had been replaced with a plain white linen shirt, brown pants, and an alchemist's apron with bottles of "chemical compounds" and "ingredients" strapped on. Heavy brown gloves, boots, and his signature goggles finished out the look.

"Are you kidding me?" you had said this morning when he came out of his lab, decked out in his alchemist gear.

"What? Alchemy is commonly used in fantasy and historical fiction, plus it's science! It's a win-win!"

Really you shouldn't have been surprised by his choice of costume, this was Donnie after all. He may have agreed to go along with this idea, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to bring science into it anyway he could.

Speaking of science...

"Based on the open structure of the building, the number of people, and the location of the stage, this table should have the optimal acoustics and volume for listening to the performance," Donnie rattled on, leading you to said table as he frantically typed calculations on his tech gauntlet which he had cleverly hidden underneath his glove.

"Really Donnie? Couldn't go one day without it?" you respond in mock exasperation. Honestly you were surprised that was the only piece of tech he had managed to smuggle in.

"Hey, it helped didn't it? Couldn't have found the best seats in the house without a little bit of, say it with me now, science!" he sang out, striking a pose and pulling some jazz hands. It had the desired effect as you laughed at his antics before softly pushing him down on the bench at the, apparently, best table in the house.

"Okay, okay, you got me there wise guy." You joined him on the bench but couldn't seem to stop moving with excitement. Donnie smiled as he felt your bouncing legs jostle him slightly, your eyes already trained on the stage where the musicians were setting up.

"So what exactly are we about to listen to? I'm assuming I shouldn't get my hopes too high for my usual?" Donnie had heard you talking about the group when you were discussing plans with everyone else, but he never picked up on what kind of music they actually played. Nevertheless, he was pretty sure techno and EDM were out of the question.

"Hardy har har, nice try. I think you'd be pretty hard-pressed to find anything off of your playlists here. This group does a mix of fantasy-based and traditional folk music. Every show they do is completely different, so you never really know what you're going to get. It'll probably be some more mainstream fantasy soundtracks and some of the folksy stuff. Ooo we may even get some sea shanties!" you practically squealed, your legs speeding up in their bouncing as you considered the possibilities. You couldn't help it. Even though your life was quite literally a living, breathing sci-fi movie, fantasy was your thing! You never felt more powerful than when you had a sword or bow in your hand or a corset wrapped around your waist.

Donnie let out chuckle at your antics, knowing full well how much all of this meant to you. While he couldn't exactly understand it, he found that he didn't really need to. Anything that made you this giddy was clearly something to be acknowledged, regardless of how confusing it appeared to him sometimes.

He turned his gaze from you and considered the stage, trying to see if he could analyze the instruments and predict any of the songs that might soon fill the space. Sure, it may not be exactly his taste, but he wasn't exactly unknowledgeable of this type of music. After all, you had shown him plenty of your own playlists. Maybe he should have spent more time listening to them and learning the music for this event. That was something he'd have to rectify for the future. Perhaps he could have S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. compile most of the songs so that he could...

"Hey Dee?"

He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't notice you had stopped your excited leg bouncing and were now looking at him with a slightly abashed expression. He hummed in response, mind still whirring through instrument combinations and crossing off songs in a mental list.

"Thank you for doing this," you said in a small earnest voice. That had him finally turning his full attention back to you, a slight furrow between his brows. "Dressing up, leaving most of your tech behind, humoring me and my weird fascination with all this," you gestured at the faire around you, "I'm just... really happy to share it with you and am grateful you've let me. And I know it's not your cup of tea, and we can definitely go check out the weapons displays and everything or whatever else you may—" your ramblings were cut off by a soft kiss on your cheek.

You stared at him, eye wide and mouth in a small O. Donnie was never one for PDA, but you were finding there were occasionally some exceptions to the rule.

"I'm grateful that you want to share this part of you with me. I want to know every part of you, even if it's not technically my thing. Goodness knows you've dealt with enough techno-talk to last a life time," he said softly, smile still playing across his lips. Seeing you so concerned about including him in this precious part of your world had his chest filling with warmth he wasn't quite sure what to do with.

That seemed to be your specialty, completely rocking his known universe with a single line and a smile.

You huffed a laugh and leaned forward the extra few inches to rest your forehead against his, your own smile broadening. "I happen to like your techno-talks thank you very much."

"How could you not? They are chock full of brilliance!" he smirked as you laughed, leaning back far enough to playfully shove at his arm.

It's then that you both heard the first few notes float from the stage as the music group made their entrance and introductions. You quickly swiveled yourself away from Donnie and towards the stage. Donnie chuckled at your immediate response, watching your face light up before he turns as well.

True to what you said, the group did perform a variety of music, none of which matched up with the list Donnie had conjured in his head earlier, much to his chagrin. (He would definitely need to connect with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. about it when he got home.)

The flitting notes and boisterous chords were quite a contrast to his usual tastes, but he still found himself nodding and stomping along to the thick beats and steady rhythm. He could feel the sound reverberate around him, creating an almost electric energy throughout the space that left him in excited awe. At one point, the group played a popular sea shanty that even he knew. The two of you sang and stomped along to the song, bumping each and smiling the whole way through.

After what felt like only minutes but was really closer to an hour, the group announced it was time for their final song. You sighed and leaned into Donnie's arm, content written across your features. He smiled softly down at you, perfectly content himself at your expression. The close proximity allowed him to feel more than hear your slight gasp as the final song started. His smile turned quizzical at your reaction, but your slowly widening eyes remained trained on the stage, leaving his question unanswered.

A repetitive, steady drumbeat rang out and was soon joined by low voices singing in a layered harmony intertwining with the solid beat. Donnie furrowed his brow as he listened. He couldn't quite pick up what they were singing, but he was sure it wasn't English. His hypothesis was confirmed when the lead singer, an ethereal looking woman with bright red hair, stepped to the mic and began to sing an upbeat and lilting melody. Her voice seemed to skip across the base created by the drums and other voices like a stone on a pond, creating an intricate blend of sound and lyrics that Donnie just couldn't understand.

Not one to leave the unknown alone, he shifted his arm and pulled up his tech gauntlet once again. He quickly used the audio feature to search up the song and analyze its mysterious language. Victorious in his endeavor, he turned back towards you to once again prove science's superiority, but he froze when his gaze fell on you.

In his quest to understand the song, he hadn't noticed your clear recognition of it. Or that you had started singing along.

"Bróga breaca dubha are an dúlamán gaelach..."

Your voice was soft, filling only the air around the two of you. Much like the lead singer, the notes flitted around the space, seeming content to fly through the air and never land. The Gaelic, as his tech claimed the language to be, rolled off your tongue as if it was made specifically for you.

"Tá bearéad agus triús are an dúlamán maorach..."

His gaze seemed locked on you, entranced by the sight. With an absent flick of his wrist, the now forgotten screen turned off, taking with it the typed out lyrics and their translation. Donnie suddenly no longer had the urge to dissect the song and its meaning. He was perfectly content to interpret it through your eyes and voice alone.

Completely unaware of your captive audience, you continued to sing. You felt the words take form on your lips as they had dozens of times before. Your eyes shone bright and your smile took on a dreamy nature. You couldn't help but move with the song, shifting your head along with the melody and even going so far as to bring your hands up to your chest on particularly powerful lines. You were completely lost in the melody and the story it held.

And Donnie was lost in you.

Donnie prided himself on his mental clarity, his ability to analyze and think through any and everything he came across. But in that moment, his brain came to a complete stop. The single-minded focus that had time and time again helped him create so many incredible and life-saving inventions was now solely on you and the wonderous scene you had unwittingly created.

And if that wasn't enough to make him fall in love with you all over again, you then began to dance.

The song hit a mild break, with the drums and backup vocals taking over for the lead singer. The base of the song still rumbling on, she stood at the mic and encouraged anyone who wanted to to come to the open space in the middle of the pub and dance.

Seemingly without a second thought, you shot up and joined the few other people who had taken the singer up on the offer. Donnie jolted backwards at your quick movements, so lost in your song he hadn't even noticed what the lead singer had said. Still, his eyes tracked you as you hastily made your way to the center of the pub.

With the thumping rhythm of the drums as your background, you danced like nothing in the world could stop you. Shoes long ago abandoned, your bare feet slid and stomped on the floor. You spun, causing your layered skirts to flare out in a moment of untouched beauty and passion. A laugh sprung from your lips as you continued to twist around and fling your shirts haphazardly. Nothing had ever felt so freeing, so magical.

If Donnie had thought he was mesmerized before, he couldn't begin to comprehend what he was now. There was absolutely nothing that could take his eyes off of your constantly moving and shifting form. Your face was lit up in such pure and unadulterated joy as you continued to spin and twist and stomp along to the music. It was as if you were a fire finally set free, and Donnie would gladly burn to see but an ounce of your passion.

The lead singer joined back into the song, bringing it to its full intricate beauty once again. At the shift, you turned, eyes locking on Donnie's. Somehow, your smile widened as you nearly floated back to his side, hands outstretched in invitation.

"Come on, they don't call you Booty Shaker for nothing, do they?" you asked cheekily. Chest heaving and face already pink from exhilaration, you looked radiant in your bliss.

Donnie couldn't contain his laugh as he accepted your hands. "Let's find out, shall we?"

Hand in hand, you led him back to the where you had been dancing. He instantly took the lead, pushing you away from him and then back in with a flourishing spin. The two of you swept across the floor, stepping towards and away from each other as you dodged other couples and guests. Donnie felt light as air. Nothing had ever felt so natural as twisting and turning you around the space. He caught sight of your smile once more, a beaming look created by and for him and him alone, and his heart completely melted. There was nothing more freeing, more right than this.

The song built to its crescendo, and so did your movements. You both continued to blaze a path as you dipped and twirled your way to the center of the floor. Just as the song flourished to its conclusion, you ended up tucked into each others' arms, trying to catch your breaths as you came face to face with the other's matching grin. Around you, the gathered crowd cheered. Even the music group applauded your efforts. But it all might as well have been background noise. Donnie heard and saw nothing but you, breath heaving and laughter on your lips. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Shifting his hands from their hold on your frame, he reached up and cupped your cheeks, gently pulling you into a passionate kiss. You melted into him, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. When you finally pulled away, you didn't go far. Resting your foreheads together, you looked into each others' eyes and couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up.

Maybe he could get into this ren faire thing after all.

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fishsticksloser · 5 months

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May I ask for a female reader x Rise Donnie where they both decide to drink a shit ton of coffee to see which one stays up longer only to wind up falling asleep together the moment everyone else wakes up?

Caffeine Crash

Donnie x fem!reader

Warnings: cuddles, fluff, coffee addicts, his brothers are actually nice in this one, kinda short

A/N: I hope you don't mind, but it's more about his brothers finding you guys. :)) Not sponsored

You're not sure why you agreed. You really don't. One minute you were telling Donnie this was a bad idea, the next you and Donnie are downing coffee after coffee. It didn't take long until both of you were buzzing from the caffeine.

Everyone else was in bed, going to sleep or already asleep. So Donnie tinkered in his lab while you spun ideally in a spare chair he had in there. You two were shooting sarcastic remarks back and forth, both of you laughing a little.

Eventually, after a few hours, he got bored of doing techy things and drug you to his room. He hooked his switch up and you played Mario Kart together. He was crushing you obviously. Did you really expect anything less?

But as the caffeine crash started coming, both of you wanted a more relaxed game. So he put on Animal Crossing.

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Mikey was making breakfast which had woken everyone else up. Leo yawned really loud, stretching on his toes. Raph was already setting the table, making sure that he had all 5 of their things out.

"Hey, Leo?" Mikey asks, turning to his brother. "Can you see what Donnie's up to? Normally he's tripping over himself to get here when I make his favorite."

"No problemo, hermano." Leo yawns, giving Mikey a thumbs up before heading to Donnie's lab. Leo stepped into Donnie's lab and it was eerily quiet. "Donnie?" He calls into the lab, but there's no answer. Maybe he actually went to bed?

Leo makes his way to Donnie's room. The door was closed, but he could see lights under the door so he slowly opened it. Purple LEDs still on as well as Animal Crossing on Donnie's TV. Thanks to the light from the TV Leo could see you laying on top of Donnie, both of you asleep. Your face resting on his shoulder, Donnie's arm draped over you as if to keep you close.

Leo grins and silently runs out of the room to get the others. "Guys! Guys! You've gotta see this!" He whispers excitedly.

"What did Donnie make this time?" Raph sighs, rolling his eyes a little. That menace is always getting into something after all.

"Nothing. That's the thing, come on!" Leo grabs Raph and Mikey's hands and drags them to Donnie's room.

"You know how much Donnie hates when we go into his ro...." Raph's voice fades as they see what Leo is talking about. From what they can tell, you fell asleep first. Mikey quietly goes into Donnie's room, saving the game and shutting it down. Mikey pulls a blanket over the two of you before retreating again, Donnie shifts a little, rolling to his side but keeping you close.

His brothers can't help but watch for a moment. Leo's grinning, Mikey is practically vibrating with happiness, but Raph? Raph is still shocked, but a little happy.

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candycane969 · 3 months

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Not my silly ass making my own fanart instead of writing chapter 3 if you ever wondered how the readers drawings/famous "daddy?" drawing looked like then it might have been like thiss tee hee. my math notes look exactly the same (donatello included)

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tmntxthings · 9 months

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一∑ Not Enough・゜・。

author’s note: i feel pretty meh about this but we posting anywayssss c: thank joji for this ! here’s to heartbreak and betrayal~~~

warnings: cursing, hurt + no comfort, angst to the max, unedited

word association: first love, relationships, broken trust, loneliness, betrayal, self-deprecation, doubt, emotional breakdowns

song inspired: “ Ew by Joji ”

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First love.

Not a crush. Not a like. Those don’t come close. Those can’t compare. To the all-encompassing feeling that is love. Especially the first.

If Donatello had been aware of what would happen. Of the impact that it would leave. In this moment, he would say it is not worth it.

You…

His teeth bared at just the thought. He couldn’t think of you for one moment without a searing pain lancing through his entire being. Making his teeth ache and he found he was curling into himself. He straightened once he realized what he was doing.

Sitting wasn’t helping. He stood. Maybe going back to pacing would help. Help him to finally think. His eyes were to the floor. Watching his feet march a couple of paces here. Only to stop when he saw debris on the floor and to turn back the way he came.

Pacing.

He tried once more.

You… you’re.. his everything. His first real crush. His first kiss. His first love.

Of course the beginning with you had been a cliche, he had saved you. But that was one of the only ways he came into contact with humans. Maybe that’s what you had fallen in love with, a ‘hero.’ He was anything but that. He hardly felt up to par with his brothers. They were naturals. Wielding their mystic powers with ease while it was still a struggle for Donnie. But maybe that one heroic moment with him had been the reason why you fell so hard and so fast for him.

You had taught him a lot. He was never a vocal person. Not when it came to his emotions. You taught him to communicate better, better than Mikey had been able to. So much so that he had been able to confess a deep emotion like love to you. And you’d accepted him. Loved him back. For a time everything was great. You were around all the time. Nothing else seemed to really matter to Donnie. You were his world and he just circled around it. You continued to be his first for a lot of things. Time continued to pass by and his feelings for you never faded. They only grew stronger and that bond between the two of you would last forever.

Except.

It didn’t.

Unbeknownst to Donnie, your feelings had faded.

His pacing stopped. His eyes drilling holes into the ground before he forced his head to turn to his monitor. Ignoring the rest of the wreck. His heart started to race, in a sickening way that made him feel dizzy. He was looking at a you. His monitor held you.

And someone else. He felt sick as he forced himself to stare. The adoration pouring from your gaze as you held onto this..this stranger! His stomach rolled as he remembered what came after. What not even he could force himself to look at for a second time.

When you had said you “needed a break.” Donnie had thought it was because of school. That’s how you had made it sound. That you were stressed. You needed time alone. It had never sounded like a break up. In fact a kiss was shared between you two before you had left the lair that day. Reassuring him that everything was fine. That you weren’t leaving him. That you loved him more than anything. That this was just for you, and your health.

Donnie had distracted himself to not text you as much. To not call you as much. He still sought after you on social media though. He checked your location from time to time just to keep him from being restless with worry. It was especially hard when the days apart started to add up.

So when you had told him school was out for the summer…that you were out celebrating with friends.. he couldn’t stop himself. He just had to see you. Even if it was just for a moment. He’d tracked your location to some club. Had gotten on the roof to see that no you weren’t inside the building but on the side. Without even thinking Donnie had moved to the edge, moments from jumping down to make a grand entrance in front of you. Not thinking about the what-ifs of getting caught by other humans. He wanted to surprise you. To see that lovely smile light up your face as you took him in, maybe if he was lucky he’d get a kiss. He’d take anything you would give him.

The only thing that stopped him from jumping down was hearing your voice squeal someone else’s name.

Even then, Donnie hadn’t thought anything of it, just a change of plans, to not drop down but to text you saying ‘I’m here!’ or ‘Look up!’ or ‘Hang back for a minute.’

Then he looked over the edge and saw you pressed against the brick wall of the building he was on top of. Looking into the eyes of another with excitement, with anticipation, with love.

And kissing the stranger. Again. And again. And again. Over. And over. And over again.

He had staggered back. Shaking from head to toe as he tore off into the sky. Running away. Flying straight back home to ruin everything in his path. Mainly his lab. And when he could finally piece together two thoughts that weren’t to destroy shit. He already had the recording set up on his monitor. Paused on that look on your face.

He had fled the scene but as always he recorded everything. He couldn’t press play… he couldn’t. This image alone was painfully enough. In fact he had to turn away. Staggering back to his lone chair. It was one of the few things that survived his wrath.

“Fuck.” He croaked as he slumped over, elbows on his knees as his palms pressed into his eyes. Why was this happening? What had he done? You loved another?? He wasn’t enough??? Why had he thought he ever would be? What he didn’t understand was why you even bothered in the first place if this was to be the outcome.

Why had you taught him all of those things?

To love.

Pointless. It was all unbearably pointless.

Hadn’t he become someone more worthy? Now that he knew how to communicate properly and not shut down? To not crawl into his lab and sulk for weeks without speaking his mind? Why? Why. Why??? Why was he still not enough?

For some reason he had thought that love was unconditional. Undying. But it was a fickle thing. Something he now knew he couldn’t rely on. He would never make the same mistake again.

His eyes started to burn and he pressed the heels of his palms into them harder. He didn’t want this. If this was what he got for loving someone as much as he had loved you, he didn’t want it. It hurt. His breathing quickened, no matter how hard he pressed, tears leaked out, wetting his hands as he held back sobs. No. No. No.

And before he knew it the mantra couldn’t overpower his pathetic whimpers. Then it grew louder, more convulsive as the sobs turned to howls. This was worse than any physical pain. How would he be able to fix this. Was there a cure? He didn’t want to feel anything anymore.

After crying until he couldn’t anymore, slowly he straightened in his seat. His tear ducts ached, the stains on his face burned, but it didn’t matter. He had cried so much, for so long, he was sure he would never do it again. Donnie stood, taking in the entirety of his lab. He’d have to clean up first. Then he could work on something. Anything. That would help. It always did. His wrist-tech vibrated, along with his monitor changing screens to show an incoming call from you.

He swiped it away.

He knew what a ‘break’ meant now. He didn’t need to hear you. He didn’t need your confirmation nor consolation. He didn’t need closure. He had lived without you before. He surely could do it again.

He fought against the pain that rushed forward. No he wouldn’t feel anything. He didn’t need you. It was all a sham. Another weakness that he couldn’t afford. He’d forget about this. About you. And he was sure one day he could convince himself this was all some stupid fever dream that he had made up to pass the time.

It would be like you never even existed.

Though it would never conceal the fact that he felt deficient. That he was lacking. That he was someone inadequate to love.

Deep down in the marrow of his bones he would always feel like he was never enough.

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oleander-nin · 9 months

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A/N, not important: Ahahaha, friendly reminder I'm really bad at action/fight scenes. I didn't mean to make it so short, it just... Idk, it's getting hard. Sorry, I just really didn't want it to be the cliché kiss on cheek you missed type story... Oh well. My writing's getting worse, and I'm sorry. I only have two more of the special to do, and then I'm home free. Uh, requests will probably be closed for a long time. Hate. I can't do it anymore. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: chasing, knives, getting attacked, mention of minor wounds

Words: 886

Prompt(s) requested: 18(A soft kiss) & 9("You missed.")

Summary: Donnie comes to your rescue

My footsteps thud against the ground as I run, my breathing erratic. I push past the people on the sidewalk, strangers shouting behind me. I ignore them all and keep my vision set on the ground in front of me. I glance up, scanning the rooftops around me. One head. Then eight. Twelve.

I curse, running faster. The foot ninja continue to follow me, their black costumes a stark contrast to the twilight background of the sky. I turn down an alley, skidding across the ground. My calves burned and my lungs ached. I glance up again, my eyes meeting one of the ninjas.

I keep running.

Stupid foot clan with their stupid vendetta against the turtles. I couldn’t help but feel a bit bitter it was me they were going after, I had only just started training.

I grit my teeth as I stumble over a crack in the sidewalk, my arms flailing as I attempt to gain my balance. I turn to keep myself steady, my eyes widening as a chain flies by my head. I freeze for a second. That could have killed me. My mind kicks on high alert as another pair of raid footsteps sounds behind me, and I dash off once more.

I bring my wrist to my mouth, clicking on the communicator Donatello gave me. "Hey, not to rush you love, but they are now trying to KILL ME!"

I dodge a thrown knife as I hear the communicator buzz for a moment before Donnie's voice sounds through. "Keep running. I'm almost there, I promise. Please, I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Donnie! I don't mean to rush you, but faster!" I shout into the mic. I glance up, barely dodging the wall in front of me. I veer to the side, panting. I slip into another open alley in an attempt to lose them, muttering curses under my breath. Another chain flies by my head and wraps around the dumpster handle it attached to on impact. I look up at the rooftops, laughing despite my situation.

“Hah, you missed!” I continue to gloat to myself for another moment as I run. Maybe I wasn’t too bad at this after all. The world stops for a moment as I feel a hard surface wrap around my legs, bringing me to the floor. I use my arms to brace my fall, skinning my palms, legs, and arms as I crash. My chest hits the floor, all air escaping my lungs as I sit there for a moment. My mind spun and my eyes water from the impact.

Everything around me is spinning as I try to regain awareness. Footsteps and sounds of fighting sound around me and the world slowly moves back into clarity. I blink, trying to stand up but fall back down when I can’t move my legs. I turn over, scanning the chain wrapped around my lower body before scrambling to get it off, not paying attention to my surroundings.

A loud thud sounds in front of me and I look up, my jaw hanging. One of the foot ninjas was laying face down on the pavement in front of me, having just fallen off the roof above. Donnie soon jumps down as well, landing on the soldier before they pop, paper confetti floating through the air. Donnie looks down at the ground for a moment, a look of small surprise on his face. “Huh, didn’t realize that one was paper.”

I slide the rest of the chain off, standing up as Donnie walks forward, his Bō staff retired to its holder on his battle shell. Donnie pulls me into a tight hug, his muscles tense as he holds me against his plastron. “I apologize for not arriving sooner, I came as fast as I could.”

I sigh, leaning into Donnie. “You came at just the right time, thank you.”

Donnie holds me against him for a moment, rocking us back and forth. I let him, just leaning onto him as I try to calm my racing heart. The adrenaline slowly drains from my body as I relax, Donnie’s hold making me feel safe. His muscles were still tense, his own paranoia and worry yet to subside. It was understandable. One second later and I would’ve been caught.

“You got hurt.”

I look up at Donnie before glancing down, the skin of my arms and legs raw from my crash down to the concrete. They didn’t hurt much now, but they would definitely be bruised later. It wasn’t too bad considering how everything could have gone. “I’m fine, Dee. It’s just a few scrapes.”

Donnie shakes his head, tsking his tongue at me. “Absolutely not. I’m taking you back to the lair to get you patched up. I’m not leaving you like this.”

I look down at my injuries again, shrugging. It would make Donnie feel better, plus, letting him play doctor was funny. I was a bit worried about tracking through the sewers with semi-open wounds, but it would be fine. Probably. “Sure. That sounds good.”

Donnie kisses my temple before gently grabbing my wrist, leading me towards the nearest sewer opening. I trail behind, listening contently as he babbles on about different inventions and such. Despite everything, today was turning out pretty fine.

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𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞

↳ summary: donatello messes with something he shouldn't have, and now you have to deal with five of him. or; a reader insert of an original plot of mine

↳ warnings: fighting & canon type violence

↳ notes: happy halloween! as a treat have the third installment of this series. this takes place after of rats & men, and picks up before the invasion part one. the usual reminders that the reader is autistic, bad with feelings, and that this is a donnie + reader centered series

↳ taglist: @purplehyacinthx

↳ song: ninja rap—vanilla ice

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Donatello was stumped.

For the past few days, he had been locked in his lab. The heavy metal doors that separated him from the rest of his family only ever opened for food and water to pass through its confinements, swinging shut as soon as the transaction had been completed.

The turtle had been tinkering nonstop with some new Kraang technology. After the most recent bust of one of their warehouses sprinkled across New York, Mikey had spotted an odd glowing staff amongst a pile of junk. It had been labeled in a language Donnie couldn’t decipher, and he snatched it up for later, scolding his brother for playing lightsabers with it. Leo and Raph had waved it off without so much as a second glance, claiming that there were much more important things to do than look at a glorified scrap of metal.

That glorified scrap of metal, so to speak, is what he had been messing with for nearly four days. The detailed engravings on it were starting to blur under his gaze now, and the shine of metal from his room’s dull light left imprints on the inside of his eyelids.

“If I just apply the correct amount of pressure—" He mumbled quietly, rubbing at his eyes slowly. Dark purple bags hung underneath them, and if Raph were there, Donnie was sure he would have made a snappy comment about his appearance.

Without warning, a loud crash from the room over shook his lab. Donnie yelped at the unwelcome surprise and was sent bumping into his work table. Glass tubes clinked against each other noisily while he attempted to balance himself on one foot. From its place on the left of his desk, the staff clumsily teetered off the edge in a crude game of see-saw. With one more sigh from Donatello as the shaking stopped, it tipped, falling to the ground with a clatter.

It was scooped up in one quick motion and placed back on the desks surface, now glowing a faint purple as Donatello handled it. He barely spared it a moment's notice before rushing off in the direction of his doors.

“Mikey!” He yelled angrily through the crack he had made. “Would you keep it down?! You almost broke my experiment!”

“How do you know it was me, dude?” A whiney voice answered back.

“Because you’re the only one stupid enough to make that noise!"

Some more words were tossed back and forth between the two before Donatello ended the conversation by slamming the door on his brother. From behind it, he missed the way Mikey blew a fierce raspberry at him as he went back to his own activities.

Grumbling to himself, the teenager stalked back over to his desk. With a huff he flopped in the one good rolly chair he had left and sat lamely as it squeaked around in a circle. Taking a moment to massage at his temples, he only noticed the empty space on his table after he took out his microscope in preparation for another round of tests.

“Hey. Where did the staff go?”

None of the other brothers noticed the purplish-pink ray of light that shone through the crack of his lab door.

The sewers always stunk when you first climbed down into them. You didn't think that would ever change.

Pinching your nose as you oh so carefully descended into water reeking of filth, you looked down at your cracked phone screen one last time. A very poorly spelled text stared back, the words Michelangelo hovering above its contents. With one more furrow of your brows, you attempted to read it, coming up with nothing for the umpteenth time. All you knew was that it sounded urgent, and had a million exclamation points tacked onto the end. Which, knowing Mikey, could either mean that his favorite show had just been canceled or the world was about to end. You really hoped it was the first this time.

You had been walking downtown when the message came through. The trip was an aimless journey, really. You had nothing to do besides sit up in your room all day and look at the graying clouds. April and Casey were off doing their own things, hockey practice and calculus tutoring taking up time that could have otherwise been spent goofing off with you. Or at least snagging some pizza at Antonio’s.

With the promise of a day full of nothing hanging over your shoulders, you'd grabbed a jacket and set off into New York, sincerely hoping that it didn't start to rain anytime soon. Your umbrella had broken last month after someone ran over it with their bike, and you were still angry about it. The print on it had been green and plastered with the cartoony image of snapping turtles. It was part of the reason you had begged to get it as a child. A bit ironic, now that you look back on it.

Your footsteps slowed as you reached the entrance to a hallway that you were slowly getting more and more familiar with. Light breached your vision as you pried at a large metal door in the shape of a circle. A proud smile spread across your face as you stepped back enough to let it fully give way. The first time you’d tried that on your own, you’d ended up flat on your backside as Casey laughed nonstop from his place over you.

Climbing into the lairs entrance was the easy part. Making it a step further was the problem.

“Good! You’re here!” You just barely managed to catch a glimpse of a frantic green figure running around, chasing after someone that would occasionally let out a happy giggle.

“Raph?” You questioned the one out of the two you could recognize. Your brain felt as if it was running at half the speed it normally did. “What are you doing? What’s going on?”

Raphael grunted as he went to answer your question, but foregoed the notion to tackle the figure he had been chasing to the ground. A loud oomph left his lips, and you wondered why he hadn’t just used his sais to corner them.

“No time to explain.” He snapped with a huff. “Just help me find the other Donnies.”

“Other Donnies?”

You blinked, watching closer this time as he struggled to keep a hold on the happily squirming figure underneath him. Once you got past the initial shock of having Raph body slam someone to the ground two seconds after you showed up, you got a better look at the person he had pinned. Sure enough, it was Donatello. But at the same time, much much different.

Instead of a purple bandana, a yellow one sat wrapped around his eyes, right above the happiest smile you’d ever seen come from someone. You noticed he also seemed to be devoid of his usual bo staff; something he almost never left without.

He had a faint spray of freckles underneath his eyes, and it reminded you of his younger brother. His normally pristine elbow pads were smudged with soot and water. You recalled a time he had gotten upset with Leo for messing with his leather accessories.

Your eyes continued to sweep over this new addition to the Hamato family. It was like someone had taken your friend and molded him into someone completely new.

“Tag! You’re it!” This new version of Donnie happily laughed, coming up and hitting Raph between the head with a soft boop. His brother's eyes crossed for a moment before growing and looking at you.

“Get the idea now, genius?” He glowered.

“Am I supposed to believe that he—" You limply gestured at the yellow Donnie “—is your brother?”

“No! That’s the whole point! I don’t know what Donnie did with that Kraang thing, but now we’ve got five of him running around and, they’re all crazy!”

When he mentioned the Kraang, you winced. You’d run into them and their oddly humanoid bots a few times before, and were not eager to repeat the process. Last time, it had ended up with a batch of glowing green liquid just barely missing your face.

“So there’s four more of them?” You asked. By now you were approaching Raph, who was tying up the giggling Donatello with rope he pulled from who knows where.

“Yeah.” He tied off the end of a knot gruffly. “Mikey and Leo are handling some of the others right now, but there’s not enough of us.”

“So you called me.” The tone of your voice was very unimpressed as you stared down at him. He returned the look mockingly.

“Yeah, idiot. It’s not like we know anyone else that can help with this.” He stated like it was a fact.

“Uhm, hello? April? Casey? Your dad of all people?”

“Splinter is in a deep meditation session today. And I don't think April or Casey would want to help with this too much.” Raphael brushed off the edges of his shell as he stood. You wanted to tell him that it didn’t do too much, considering the giant crack zigzagging down the front of his plastron, but thought better of it.

“How do you figure?” Was what you settled on.

“Have you seen the way Donnie looks at April?” Raph squinted at you knowingly. “He’s practically a lovesick puppy when it comes to her. We don’t need that right now. It’ll probably end with a turf war between the five of them over her.” A pause. “And Casey would just end up messing things up more than helping.” He added the last part as an afterthought, and you shrugged as if to say ‘fair enough’.

“April? Oh, I love April!” The Donatello lookalike on the ground gasped. Both you and Raph glanced down at him. Besides a few bubbly giggles, he had been so quiet the past few minutes that you’d almost forgotten he was there.

“We know wise guy.” Raphael pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Or, at least what you thought was the bridge of his nose. You really couldn’t tell with them.

“Yeah!” Yellow Donnie beamed. “She’s such a great friend! I’m so lucky to have met her.”

At the word friend, your eyes widened. Slowly, as if you had imagined it, you turned to look at Raph in shock, finding him doing the same thing.

“Okay. Something is very wrong with him.” You stated carefully. Like you were talking to a tiny child. Raph nodded, outwardly cringing as he looked back down at the copy and paste of his brother.

“Come on.” He poked at them with the edge of his foot, “Let’s find the others. See if we can figure out what the hell is going on.”

The best way you could adjust to the scene in front of you was with a few seconds of poorly timed surprise.

Raph didn’t stop as you tripped over your own feet, tugging the yellow Donatello along behind him and into the originals lab. Briefly you wondered if there was a better name you could give the new turtle, and filed the thought away fo later.

A part of you had hoped that Raphael was lying, and that this whole thing had been a giant misunderstanding. You wouldn’t put it past the four brothers to get themselves into a load of trouble, only to realize after that it had been entirely their fault. Again.

Four more carbon copies of Donatello sat in various spots around the room. In a weird way, it was like you were looking at a mirror maze with Donnie in the center of it all—his outline projected into each corner of the room. All but one of them were tied up, and you took a moment to get a good look.

Michelangelo was crouching next to someone with a deep blue bandana; not yellow or purple this time. It threw you for a loop to see that color on anyone but Leo, and you took a moment to get used to it. Besides that, the Donatello didn’t appear to be doing anything besides pouting in his confines. His eyes were glassy, and it looked like he was on the verge of tears.

Opposite the room was another version of Donnie. He had on a bright green bandana that stood out against his more muted skin tone. No one stood next to him as he clutched his legs to his chest tightly—not that he had much of a choice, considering the rope around them. He made small rocking motions, going back and forth while his eyes darted around the room frantically. A little pang of sympathy struck you, and you immediately squashed it.

Raphael tossed the smiling Donnie he had caught down next to someone else you couldn’t see. Positioning your neck to crane over Raph’s shoulder, you grimaced at the sight of an extremely dopey looking Donnie. He seemed to be a more tame version.

Much like his yellow counterpart, he was smiling impossibly wide. Looking at him made your face ache.

Instead of insisting on a game of friendly tag, he appeared to be staring off into the distance, occasionally mumbling something to himself as he practically made heart eyes at a brick wall.

“What’s his deal?” You murmured. Raph looked back with a shrug.

“He ran out of here looking like that. Asked where you were when we found him. Been pretty quiet ever since.” He offered. One of your eyebrows practically shot into your hairline at his words, and stayed there as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Raph rolled his eyes. “I know just as much as you do, toots.”

Sticking a finger into your mouth, you pretended to vomit at the nickname. Raph hit you on the top of the head, and you quit the theatrics to take a swipe at him.

“Raph.” A stern voice interrupted both of you, bringing your attention over to a more familiar face. Although, at this point, you were getting plenty familiar with Donnie’s.

“Sorry Leo.” Raphael addressed his brother with a grunt. In the second he took to answer, he seemed to become more stiff, and you instinctively felt the urge to mimic it. Following his line of sight from behind his shell, you found the source of his discomfort.

A fifth and final Donatello sat on top of the originals desktop, legs spread and arms propped gallantly on top of them as he glowered at everything. A singular, vibrant strip of fabric encased his face, and it looked more like a stripe of fresh blood than a mask.

His eyes flickered from each corner of the room to the next. The shade of rusty red you’d gotten used to seeing in Donnie’s eyes felt more lethal now. Cold and calculating. Like the red dot snipers used to scope out their next kill.

This one gave you more of a pause than any of the other Donnies had. A stray finger twitched as you felt the urge to grab at your tazer, and you pushed that feeling down just in time for his steely gaze to land on you. It flickered away a mere second later, and if it had been any faster, you would have thought you imagined it.

“Good. We’re all here.” The mutant spoke firmly. It was identical to the tone that your friend used, but filled with ill intentions. So much so, that your skin crawled with unease at the sound. Silently you willed it to go away.

Leonardo stood off by the red Donatello’s side. His eyes were narrowed in concentration. He barely even nodded in your direction as a greeting before going back to watching the newcomer like a hawk. Tension sparked between them, and your mouth began to feel as dry as their air.

“I see you got stabby here to calm down.” Raph deadpanned as he spoke to Leo and Mikey, nodding once again at red Donnie; whose face had begun to sour. The copycat said nothing as he bore holes into the side of Raphael’s head.

“His name's Ronnie!” Michelangelo piped up before Leo would even get in a word. From the sigh that the leader let out, you could only deduce that they’d already had a fight over Mikey's inability to not nickname something for more than five seconds. The older turtle had apparently lost this round.

“Creative.” Raphael said sarcastically.

“Thanks dude!” Mikey preened, not catching onto the tone. “I call him that because red and Donnie makes Ronnie!”

“Wouldn’t that make his full name Ronatello?” You snickered to yourself at the sound of it, successfully bringing the attention of the so called Ronnie to yourself. You let your laughter pitter out under his gaze.

“Enough small talk. We have much to discuss.” He frowned. You repeated the action back in his direction; admittedly with a bit more attitude than you probably needed to.

Looking away from you with a huff, he jumped off the table in one smoke motion. For the first time, you noticed him twirling a shiny object in his hands. It resembled the bo staff that the Donatello you knew constantly hauled around; granted with a lot of modifications. Glowing purple symbols ran up and down the sides, and the color scheme immediately reminded you of the Kraang.

At the sight of you looking, Ronnie held it tighter.

“Listen.” He began harshly. “I don’t know why I’m here. Why we’re here. But I know we don’t belong. If any of my other counterparts had a brain, I’m sure they’d agree with me.” He sighed at the reference to everyone else in the room. Boredom crept in through his voice like a poison.

“Do you have any idea how to fix this?” Leo cleared his throat in a business like fashion. You almost applauded him for being so calm about this, and then noticed how he’d occasionally glance at the blue Donnie’s mask with a hint of distaste. Fair enough. That was his brand, you suppose.

“No, I don't.” Ronnie bit out as the answer to Leo’s question, looking upset at just having to admit it. “If I had to guess, this had something to do with it.”

He held out the stick you’d been paying attention to earlier with conviction. Leo positioned his palm outward as if expecting Ronnie to drop it in his hands, and awkwardly drew it back when he realized that they weren’t letting go of it anytime soon.

“Donnie was messing with that a few days ago!” Mikey mentioned from somewhere next to you. He was still low to the ground, talking to the blue Donatello— who looked less like crying, and more like he was pouting.

“I saw an episode on TV like this once.” You cut in. “This is Kraang technology, right? In the show, some guy touched a, uh, alien thing he shouldn’t have and ended up with, like, split personalities. In this case I guess they ended up turning into real people. Er, turtles.”

“Oh great. Thanks for the help. Now we know exactly what we have to do.” Raph rolled his eyes and said your name. This time you were the one to deliver a hearty slap to the back of his shell. Somewhere below you, a strangled gasp sounded. Looking down, you discovered that the pink Donnie had moved his staring contest from the wall to you, mouth open wide enough to catch a dozen flies. You crinkled your brow suspiciously and made a face back.

“Stop it guys.” Leo directed a stern look at the both of you. You broke uncomfortable eye contact with the Donnie clone just to point at Raph as if to say he started it. Ronnie watched on, his gaze on you growing more and more unimpressed by the second.

“However juvenile the explanation, your friend may have a point.” Ronnie eventually concluded. While you most certainly didn’t appreciate the tone in which he said it, you grinned sardonically at him. Somewhere behind you someone— who you were sure was the yellow Donnie —praised you for doing a good job. You ignored him.

“So, what? We’ve got Donnie’s different personalities running around?” Raph chewed at his bottom lip in thought. You nodded, taking your TV show theory and running with it.

“If I had to guess, you guys are all based on his different emotions.” You directed your words to Ronnie. He raised an eyebrow and nodded, a silent motion to continue.

“Yellow probably means happiness.” A finger came up as you physically counted the doppelgängers surrounding you. “Blue for sad, hence all the crying, green for nerves, and pink for affection. But I’m spitballing on the last one.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of paranoia for the green guy.” Raph snorted. You briefly looked back at the subject of your conversation, now finding him in the fetal position, and shrugged.

“Yeah that checks out.” You nodded. “If I had to guess, Ronnie over here is something along the lines of anger or annoyance.”

At the mention of his name, Ronnie blinked blankly at you. You scoffed.

“Come on man. You’ve practically been staring daggers at everyone this entire time.”

“And he tried to kill us!” Mikey supplied you with way too much enthusiasm.

“I’m ignoring that in favor of moving on.“

As you turned back to look at him, Ronnie didn’t look any kind of soothed by your words. If anything his glowering only increased.

“Well maybe if I wasn’t surrounded by such simpletons—"

“Alright guys.” Leo butt in with his eyes screwed up. “We can argue later. For now, let’s focus on getting things back to normal.”

“More normal than living in the sewers?”

“Mikey, I think I like you better when you’re quiet.”

“Aw, you’ve been saying that for years big bro!”

Ignoring the exchange between Raphael and Mikey, Ronnie’s gaze was still locked on you. It took a bit of unrelenting eye contact for him to back down first.

You didn’t feel any better afterwards.

“Fine.” Ronnie huffed. With a one last survey of you all, he turned to the more cluttered part of Donnies lab.

“Does anyone know where to find a good microscope around here?”

It had been five hours since Ronnie had started his research with Leonardo, and you were this close to tearing your hair out.

After calming the other personalities down— and having them promise that they wouldn’t run the second you untied them —they had been released from the ropes. True to their words, none of them sprinted in the nearest direction of an exit. In fact, most of them looked pretty content to stay sat shoulder to shoulder in the living room—all gathered around a rerun of some sitcom. Green was the only exception. He hadn’t stopped chewing at his nails ever since being let out, and flinched at any approach you made to invite him over.

It was like trying to babysit four extremely tall toddlers. One minute you were calming Blue down— you had given up on nicknames beyond the colors of their masks —and the next you were shaking Pink off your leg. For some reason, that one really didn’t like to get too far from you. At this point you were considering just strapping him down again.

“I am going to kill something if they don't hurry up.” You had complained to Mikey after being sent for snacks in the kitchen. He shrugged sheepishly and went back to feeding Ice Cream kitty with sprinkles in a high pitched voice. Tossing the chilly mutant a slight wave, you pushed past the two to gather up as much food in your arms as possible.

Yellow gave you a large gapped tooth smile when you returned to drop a bag of chips into his lap. It crinkled faintly.

“Salt and vinegar.” He ogled at the blue bag like it was the holy grail. “My favorite!”

“I know.” You said blandly while handing the rest of the bags out. “For some reason that’s always been Donnie’s choice. With how much he talks about Mikey’s bad eating habits, he sure does choose the worst flavor possible.”

Yellow rewards your spiel with a happy hum. Chip crumbs already dotted the outside of his mouth, and you resisted the urge to reach over and bat them off with your sleeve. You might have done that with Donnie, but he wasn’t here right now. Just a bunch of strange versions of him.

You didn’t like the way your heart seized at that.

“So what’s up with you and us? Or Donatello. The other Donatello.”

The lairs ceiling came into brief contact with your head as you practically jumped five feet in the air. Sometime during your talk with yellow, Green had shuffled over to loom silently over your shoulder. Different Donnie, same bodies, and same freakish height difference.

He repeated the question again, although significantly quieter.

“Give me a minute to get used to my new concussion.” You grumbled without any real malice. He shrunk away at that and wrung his hands anxiously.

Once you got over the initial spook, your brain booted back up to fully process the question.

“What do you mean?” A hand thrust itself out from your person and offered Pink, who had found his way to your side again, another bag of chips. He took it with a breezy giggle you’d only heard from Donnie when he talked to April. You looked at him suspiciously before moving on.

“You seem to have a strong relationship with him.” Greens reiterated. He appeared to have settled on talking about his original with a separate tense.

You made a face in his general direction as a response. Combing through the last few days in your mind, you came up with nothing, offering an unbothered shrug.

“He’s friends with my friends. And a talking turtle. It’s not like I can really go to anyone else for the crazy stuff that happens to me.”

Green squinted at you. It was the closest emotion other than fear that he’d shown so far. He might have added more to the conversation, if the way his mouth opened told you anything, but his brief inhale was cut short by a sudden noise. It startled him so much, this time he was the one to jump up in the air and scurry away.

“Guys, I think we’ve found something.”

Leonardo had been the one to interrupt your conversation with a loud thump. From his place across everyone in the living room, he looked disheveled. His mask tails were laying over each of his shoulders, and looked like a very weird version of pigtails.

Wordlessly, you looked up at him from his sudden appearance, nodding curiously in the direction of the others. It was a silent question.

Leo shook his head back at you in the form of an answer, and you ended the mental exchange with a pat to your legs.

“Hey Mikester!” You yelled loud enough to where it would reach the kitchen. Five pairs of eyes followed your gaze. “I’ve got to use the bathroom! Watch the others!”

“That’s not the way to the bathroom—"

You completely ignored Blue as you slipped through the doors to Donnie’s workplace. With a creak, they swung shut, and you were left staring at two stiff turtles.

“Do you really have to be that obvious?” Ronnie’s lips dipped into frown territory as he commented on your less than graceful departure. He was sitting yet again on the desk's countertop, balancing a clean test tube on his knee pad as he messed with a metal scrap.

You noted the pairs of gloves and safety goggles he wore—equipment that Donnie had personally modified to fit his body. The ease at which they were worn on someone else sent a spark of emotions through your bloodstream.

“Do you really have to be such an asshole?” You deadpanned after a moment of tense silence.

The look-a-like glared at you, but said nothing else.

“Listen up,” Leo said your name, clearly not entertained by the conversation that had just played out in front of him. “We think we’ve found a way to get Donatello back.”

Strolling up to the station that they were standing around, you peeked past the katanas on Leo’s shell to see the silver staff from earlier. It was propped firmly on the table, and a few pieces of its outer shell had been stripped away, revealing an internal structure of wires zigzagging over one another.

If the way he was twitching anxiously said anything, Ronnie didn’t exactly like it.

“I’m listening.”

Leo launched into a fumbled explanation of what they had been tinkering with. From what you could pick up, they had been looking at the inside of it to get a feel for how the device worked, and now Ronnie had a general idea of how to send all five of them back to wherever they had come from.

Overall, the choppy explanation was filled with words you were sure he didn’t understand; and neither did you. Normally you would stop to ask Donatello what most of them meant, and if he was feeling bold he’d launch into an entire explanation. As you side eyed Ronnie from your spot next to him, you didn’t think you’d be doing that anytime soon.

“So my hypothesis, or whatever it’s called, was right?” Your hoodie pockets were filled with the absentminded fiddling of your hands as Leo paused to consider your words. He nodded at you in conformation.

“We think that the staff was meant to multiply Kraang bots. Making them stronger and faster than before.”

“Oh oh wait, let me guess. It didn’t work.”

“Obviously not.” Ronnie sighed at your obvious sarcasm. His tooth gap created a whistling noise that you had heard many times before. “Instead of dividing one organism into multiple, stronger organisms, it simply split the subject into parts of itself.”

It was strange. How such a small, skinny device could cause so much ruckus in just one day. You had been looking for some entertainment, but nothing that involved this level of calamity. Or effort, if you were being honest. You liked the guys, but you also liked really long and really uninterrupted naps.

“Do you know how to reverse it?”

Ronnie fell silent. Observing him through the pair of tinted lab goggles around his face proved difficult, but you picked up on the way his jaw clenched dangerously. A lone vein strained against his neck.

“Yes. He does.” Leo answered for him, awkwardly glancing between you and the other member in the room. You didn’t take your eyes off the duplicate long enough to notice.

“What do we have to do then?” Came your eventual query. “Gather all of them up and force ‘em back together?”

“I think it’d be a bit more intense than that.” Leo tilted his hand sideways and shook it in a wavy motion, symbolizing the difficulty of the situation. You resisted the urge to mimic the action curiously.

Craning your neck, you turned to look at Ronnie expectingly.

“Well? Come on smart guy, what’s the plan.”

He had angled himself away from the both of you. The expanse of his shell rose and fell as he breathed, and it was oddly quiet. Scars of all kinds dotted the back of his shell, and you couldn’t recall ever seeing them on Donatello’s before.

“Ronnie?”

“The plan—" He clutched at the staff tightly. You didn’t remember him even reaching for it. “—is to get rid of them.”

You exchanged a wary glance at Leo, and saw that he was slowly reaching for the katanas at his back. The hilt unsheathed with a cool hiss.

The hair on the back of your neck stood up.

“Alright.” You took a slow step backward in the direction of an exit. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”

“You ask a lot of questions.” Ronnie positioned the staff in front of him as he spoke. The top end of it peaked over the crest of his head. With a nervous swallow, you watched as he methodically placed the scraps of metal that had been torn off of it back on. “Unfortunately, they seem to be a little late.”

Without warning, Ronnie whipped around and launched himself off of the table. Red and green mixed together in a blur of ugly brown before your eyes. You didn’t waste time seeing if he was heading for you or Leo—you just kicked your legs into gear, fumbling to keep your balance as you ran.

Blood began to pool in the lower corners of your mouth. Without having to feel around, you knew you’d bit down on your tongue. The throbbing pain was almost as bad as the burst of purple light that skimmed by the side of your head. It was close enough for you to feel the whoosh it left behind, as well as the scorching heat. Your pulse began to thrum louder.

“It’s always the weird ones!” You half screamed, half heaved over the sound of fighting. Leo offered no response other than a few grunts and a clashing of metal versus metal. It offered you no relief—other than the fact that a giant angry mutant wasn’t at your heels.

Okay, so a little relief. Sorry Leonardo.

“Don't bother trying the doors.” Ronnie smiled widely in your direction. He threw his arm back for another strike, and it landed in the middle of Leo’s plastron with an oomph.

You, being stupid, tried the doors anyway.

“Alright, alright, alright. I guess I’m doing this today.” You sucked in a sharp breath of when they refused to give way. Turning from the handles and glancing around the room, you looked for something that could possibly help. Leo appeared to be holding his own against the parallel version of his brother, but you had no idea how long that would last. Especially with the threatening glow coming from his staff.

While you scrambled to think of something— of anything —a fat drop of sweat rolled down the expanse of Leo's neck.

His footing was growing increasingly sloppy as Ronnie pushed him further and further back to the wall. Each lunge was as fierce as the last, and trying to strike back was like hitting a brick wall. A brick wall that was coated with concrete and surrounded by titanium. Either Donnie had been working out lately, or the staff had given him some serious upgrades

“Why are you doing this?!” Leo was just barely able to speak over it all. Even still, Ronnie pushed on.

“Donatello is weak.” He snarled. The corners of his lips curled up in tandem with a sweep at Leo’s legs. The leader barely managed to jump over it while blocking yet another jab from the Kraang staff. It was humming loudly now, and the noise unnerved him.

Leonardo was faintly aware of the yelling and desperate banging coming from the opposite side of the nearby door. It sounded like the rest of his brothers had caught on to what was happening and were trying in vain to get in. Leo wondered why the hell he hadn’t insisted on Raph staying with him now.

“Your brother is a joke!” Ronnie continued angrily. He landed a hit on Leo’s shoulder this time.

“He won’t stand a chance against the villains out there. He wouldn’t stand a chance against me! None of you could! I should be the one protecting this city. The only one. I’m the better version of you; unbothered by junk food and affection.” He spat the last part like it was the name of a disease.

“Leave April out of this!” Leo stepped back enough to point the end of one of his katanas at Ronnie, his mouth pulled into a thin line of anger. It made the red-masked foe pause as his face dropped.

“You all are more idiotic than I thought.” He gritted his teeth with obvious annoyance. “I was not referring to that human—"

Without another word, Ronnie begins to jolt in place. Wide eyed, Leonardo watches as the enemy seemingly glitches, arms spasming and body glowing in a nearly see-through manner. He manages to get out a few more violent spasms before collapsing to the floor in a heap of limbs and shell.

Behind his folded figure stands you, chest heaving. A very different looking tazer sits heavily in your hand.

Leo says nothing. He simply looks between you, then the tazer, then you, and then back at the tazer again. After a moment of eyeing the new chunks of technology nestled along its sides, he slowly lowers his gaze to look at Ronnie.

“Sorry. I was going to let him finish his evil speech, but he sounded too much like ‘Tello and it was starting to freak me out.”

You step over Ronnie’s body cautiously and quickly make your way over to Leo’s side. Silence encompasses the two of you, and each one wonders what the other is thinking.

“So new weapon, huh?”

“Don had some stuff lying around. I figured it was time for an upgrade.”

It was then that the lab doors decided to burst open, providing its mostly conscious inhabitants with a bunch of yelling mutants. Somewhere in the entanglement of green limbs, you thought you saw Yellow trip and fall on his face.

“Mikey, put the pizza box down. We already got it.”

At the request of his older brother, Michelangelo sheepishly lowered the greasy cardboard box. Ice cream kitty had been resting on its yellowed surface; looking very melted and very fierce as she bared her tiny chocolate fangs.

“What the hell happened!” An angry voice shouted. Its owner shoved past the mini crowd that had gathered around Ronnie, and Raph stormed forward. His sais were pointed in the direction of the ground, but you couldn’t help thinking he looked angry enough to use them.

“We were just talking about how I should probably start training.” You rolled your eyes and expertly avoided the question.

Ignoring the way that Leonardo sent you a very ‘I told you so’ look, you scoot forward slightly to nudge at Ronnie’s leg. It rolls with the force of the action before motionlessly falling back into place.

“How did you know that would stop him?” Leo clears his throat to ask. The group watches him in joint confusion at his words. He simply points at the upgraded tazer in your hand to clarify.

“I didn’t.” You frowned. “I just grabbed some of the leftover scraps from the table you were messing at, and put it on this.” You held your trusty weapon up with a small shake, jumping slightly when it sparked in your hand.

“I don’t spend so much time around a bunch of nerds without picking up a few things, dude.”

“Guys—" Mikey spoke up. He sounded shaken, and everyone saw as he crept toward the door when they looked up.

“As much as I love cool sticks, I think that one has something seriously wrong with it.”

You looked at the only cool stick in the room, yelping as it shook violently in place. A giant purple ring had surrounded it sometime during your impromptu catch-up, and looked like the definition of bad news.

“Everyone out!” Raph yelled, pointing at the nearest exit while making a dive for it himself. You barely managed to make it out the doors after him, throwing your arms in front of your face as you landed face down on the cold concrete below.

A large explosion sounded from behind you just as you managed to lift your head. The smell of gunpowder and something more acidic filled your nose as you coughed. You wouldn’t be surprised if it was your nose hairs burning. It was probably your nose hairs burning.

“Where are the other Donnies?”

It was almost as if Leo’s question had summoned him. Well, maybe. You didn’t know. What you did know was that a grating noise began to fill your ears— making you feel like this living hell was finally complete —before a pair of charred lab doors peeled back to reveal a burnt looking Donatello.

His face was covered in soot from top to bottom, and the rest of him looked the same. He had on singed knee and arm pads where they previously lay spotless. The strap around his chest was black at the edges. Confusion peppered his face.

But most importantly, that familiar lilac mask was back where it belonged.

“Yes!” You shouted your name with a whoop. All of the turtles turned to look at you on the ground, observing the triumphant smile stretching from ear to ear. “I save the day, and the turtle! Again!”

Mikey, Raph, Leo, and Donnie all let you have your moment of victory. The latter of them all looked confused and equally as tired. Still, he waited for you to tire yourself out, which didn’t take long.

“Should I even ask.” He coughed as you calmed down. Leo shook his head while Raph scoffed.

“I thought dealing with one of you was bad enough.” Raphael snorted. Despite his harsh words, a glimmer of relief swam to the surface of his gaze, and Donnie pretended not to notice.

You fully retired from the conversation as Master Splinter eventually entered the room, looking frustrated to no end.

“What is all this noise?” His tone bordered on harsh. “You broke me out of my seven days of meditation.”

You focused on melting into the cool sewer floor as the four turtles stumbled over each other's explanations. Leo yelped out something about sparring, while Mikey cut him off with his own explanation. The only time you tuned back into the conversation was when Raph mentioned your name.

With a snicker, you propped yourself up from the floor to look at everyone.

“Sorry Master Splinter. We were just beating the shit out of Donnie’s evil clone.”

Everyone around you immediately exploded into yelling.

You weren’t able to make eye contact with any of the boys for the rest of the night without laughing—set off by their look of utter betrayal.

“I can’t believe you’d rat us out.”

“That’s what you get for making me babysit four of Donnie, asshole.”

They all forgave you when you showed up with pizza the next day.

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Hands Donnie a mug of hot chocolate and snuggles in beside him as he works on coding his latest tech project. Yawns while laying your head against his soft shell, and you become his human hot water bottle while a small dark green blush graces his snoot. You fall asleep within minutes and a small shy smile graces his lips at your tiny snores and sleepy hug around his shoulders. "よく休んでください、私の美しい鳩" he whispers while continuing the coding process.

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Hey Hey! Just wondering, how would the Rise Turtles (or just Donnie if you're not feeling up to doing all of them) react to catching a S/O singing alone in the kitchen for the first time? Like they're actually really good but maybe they're a bit shy at first about singing in front of someone? I love to sing and have vocal training but I need encouraging.

Note: I low key high key am planning on doing this for all four turtles but Don was first (it’s all a tentative plan tho). I totally get the whole being shy in front of people thing, so I hope this helps and I’m sure you have a powerful voice :)

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.4k

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With his arms up in the air, Donnie stretched his shell as he sat up from his previously hunched over position. When you sit at your desk performing numerous computer tasks for four hours straight, you tend to let your back hunch. He let out a sigh when his back gave a few satisfying pops and lowered his arms to look around.

His eyes scanned his lab. The lights were dim, his EDM music playing through his speakers, and the seat you once occupied empty. You had said something about homework and needed to get an assignment done and that the lab was usually a good environment to work. Donnie gave a smug smile when you said that, “Of course it is, Y/N. It is a state of the art work environment to fully allow one to achieve an 84.6% higher success rate for their goal.” He was boasting and using limited data points, he knew, but your smile when he invited you to work in his lab was enough to push him to that point.

He loved your smile.

You had left at some point after he turned on his thinking music, grabbing your stuff and telling him you’d be in the kitchen, where you’d most likely be able to focus a little better. He would have argued but you were already gone when he had finished the line of code he was working on. How could you not like his preferred thinking music that usually drove him to a higher success rate on big projects? He’d have to fix the statistic.

Donnie closed up his lab quickly, turning off his music, monitors, and lights before exiting the room. The pitter patter of his bare feet against the concrete of the Lair was usually enough to warn you that one of the turtles was nearing you. However, you seemed to be preoccupied. He peaked his head into the kitchen to see you sitting at the island. Your head was bopping to music being played through some over the ear headphones he had made you one birthday.

What could you possibly be listening to that is making you work more efficiently than his proven EDM music? He had done research and studies to show positive affects of working to EDM music (again, on very limited subjects and with very limited data points, but you didn’t need to know that)!

That’s when he heard your voice begin from your spot on the stool with your fingers frozen over your laptop.

“With more faith in God, I would tell you that this was the rapture

And we’ve been left behind

Why are we so young with tired, sunken, baggy eyes?”

Donatello stood in the doorway of the kitchen dumbfounded. In all your years of knowing each other, you had never once mentioned that you can sing. Were you embarrassed? Were you shy? Why didn’t you want him to know?

These thoughts stayed swarming around Donnie’s head as he stood frozen in the doorway. You probably assumed no one was in the kitchen. The rest of the Hamato brothers were out getting pizza and Splinter was watching his soap opera on the big projector, so it was a very plausible assumption to make, he concluded. His thoughts seemed to stop when you continued to sing the next part of the verse.

“So I’ll give myself a name, something stupid and pretentious

Like Mawce spelled with a C

And I’ll hope all the cool kids who graduated but stayed judgmental will finally accept me.”

Donnie’s eyes were glued to your form, eyes closed, chin tilted slightly upward. With each line, your head moved slightly, adding more emotion for the seemingly invisible audience of your one person show. Your fingers had curled up into fists and your eyebrows furrowed upward. Donnie found it hard to look away from you, so in your element with beautiful vocals.

“And I might be flying home today, but I’m not going home

’Cuz everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong.

And I’m desperate to the point of flying straight into the over drinking nights that leave you feeling torn.

And I’m leaving,

I’m leaving for New York.”

He admired your inflections, the way your voice would grow then shrink in on itself to tell a story. He took note of the vibrato that made your voice almost sound like it was shaking. Your voice was so strong and so passionate. Why didn’t you sing more often? So many questions with no answers yet.

The words left Donnie’s mouth before he even had the chance to stop them. “It seems pretty redundant to leave for New York when you already live in New York.” He crossed his arms to lean against the doorway, an uninterested look in his eye. He couldn’t let go of his bad boy persona now.

You let out a small scream that made him flinch as you whipped your head around to face him. In the rush, you pulled down the bulky headphones so they rested on your neck. Heat rushed to your cheeks as soon as you heard his voice out of embarrassment. With wide eyes, you simply stared at him, mouth agape in horror as you realized what he heard. Maybe he wasn’t there for all of it? You began to move your mouth to ask when he spoke up again.

With his arms still crossed, he moved himself nonchalantly to make his lean against the doorframe more comfortable. “And before you ask, since ‘With more faith in God,’” he answered your nonverbal question so calmly it almost made you combust on the spot.

“So pretty much the whole time, huh?” Your voice came out in a squeak a few octaves higher than normal. Your eyes were still the size of saucers. You probably looked like a dear in headlights.

“Yeah,” he answered, plain and simple.

You turned back to your computer, hands still in fists from embarrassment. Through your headphones, you were still able to hear the muffled guitar and voice. You felt hot and tense, and you knew you looked on edge, too. But when Donnie placed a hand on your shoulder, you relaxed slightly.

“I think you sound nice,” he peaked over your shoulder to look at what you were working on. You had already submitted the assignment twelve minutes ago. He’s going to have to fix that statistic.

You dropped your head down into your hands. “Oh my gosh…” Your embarrassment showed through your voice.

“You do!” Donnie’s hand slid across your shoulder to your upper back to try and calm you down. “The crescendos, the vibrato. Oh! Your tone! Why didn’t tell us you sing?”

You lifted your head up from your hands to look at Donnie, a mixture of shock and confusion on your features. “Since when did you know so much about music?”

“Ah, ah, ah, dearest, Y/N. I’m the one asking the questions here.” Donnie immediately shot you down with a pointed finger. You frowned at him with a furrowed brow.

You sighed loudly, pulling away from Donnie’s touch. “I don’t know. I’m just- I don’t know it’s embarrassing? I’m.. a nervous wreck when it comes to singing in front of people? It’s terrifying, people judge.” You let it all out in a word vomit. Your whole body felt warm and tingly from your sudden sharing of feelings. Donnie’s eyes widened slightly obviously taken aback from your vulnerability. You turned your head back to your laptop screen and threw your head in your hands again.

To the side, Donnie stood tall and eyed your cowering form. “Well, based off of my observations, I can say that, without a doubt, you have a wonderful voice and your technique is near perfect.” You let out a soft sigh as you felt his lips against the side of your head to plant a kiss. “No need to be embarrassed, my love. How about we get some pizza?” He smiled warmly down at you as you turned to face him again.

His eyes, which were usually full of disdain for his brothers, were now full of love for you. You felt a smile break through and grow across your face. The smile he loved so much.

“Sure.” You nodded as you closed your laptop and stood up from the stool. Before you began packing your items, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, earning you a small gasp from the tall terrapin. “I love ya, Don,” you said as you shoved all of your loose items into your bag.

He chuckled as he watched you grab your stuff and face him. “How could you not-“ He was cut off by you elbowing his side. “I mean, I love you, too,” he chuckled out.

“I know.”

“Good.”With his arms up in the air, Donnie stretched his shell as he sat up from his previously hunched over position. When you sit at your desk performing numerous computer tasks for four hours straight, you tend to let your back hunch. He let out a sigh when his back gave a few satisfying pops and lowered his arms to look around.

He loved your smile.

That’s when he heard your voice begin from your spot on the stool with your fingers frozen over your laptop.

“With more faith in God, I would tell you that this was the rapture

And we’ve been left behind

Why are we so young with tired, sunken, baggy eyes?”

“So I’ll give myself a name, something stupid and pretentious

Like Mawce spelled with a C

And I’ll hope all the cool kids who graduated but stayed judgmental will finally accept me.”

“And I might be flying home today, but I’m not going home

’Cuz everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong.

And I’m desperate to the point of flying straight into the over drinking nights that leave you feeling torn.

And I’m leaving,

I’m leaving for New York.”

“So pretty much the whole time, huh?” Your voice came out in a squeak a few octaves higher than normal. Your eyes were still the size of saucers. You probably looked like a dear in headlights.

“Yeah,” he answered, plain and simple.

You dropped your head down into your hands. “Oh my gosh…” Your embarrassment showed through your voice.

“You do!” Donnie’s hand slid across your shoulder to your upper back to try and calm you down. “The crescendos, the vibrato. Oh! Your tone! Why didn’t tell us you sing?”

You lifted your head up from your hands to look at Donnie, a mixture of shock and confusion on your features. “Since when did you know so much about music?”

“Ah, ah, ah, dearest, Y/N. I’m the one asking the questions here.” Donnie immediately shot you down with a pointed finger. You frowned at him with a furrowed brow.

You sighed loudly, pulling away from Donnie��s touch. “I don’t know. I’m just- I don’t know it’s embarrassing? I’m.. a nervous wreck when it comes to singing in front of people? It’s terrifying, people judge.” You let it all out in a word vomit. Your whole body felt warm and tingly from your sudden sharing of feelings. Donnie’s eyes widened slightly obviously taken aback from your vulnerability. You turned your head back to your laptop screen and threw your head in your hands again.

His eyes, which were usually full of disdain for his brothers, were now full of love for you. You felt a smile break through and grow across your face. The smile he loved so much.

He chuckled as he watched you grab your stuff and face him. “How could you not-“ He was cut off by you elbowing his side. “I mean, I love you, too,” he chuckled out.

“I know.”

“Good.”

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