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Weak Spot - Chapter 34

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Intercrural Sex, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello (TMNT), Mating Cycles/In Heat

Synopsis: A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

As requested by y'all, I present: the period chapter!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

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Fem!Reader References/Warnings: vague period mentions and the things that entails

Staring at the bloody swatch on your toilet paper wad, you vaguely registered what it meant. It was a regularity, not outside the norm. You weren’t dying; it wasn’t fatal. You weren’t happy or sad; it just was. It was annoying; that was for sure, but it simply happened. Everything kept moving and nothing was left behind because everything was in motion. Even if you had felt stuck, you never truly were.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s arrival that day had been a blur.

You’d gotten into one of Donnie’s old t-shirts; Donnie couldn’t even put pants on. Both of you were a wreck. Having put all your effort into various stages of dress, neither of you had washed by the time the droid arrived. In fact, you had just barely gotten to the living room where Don had been forced to collapse into his computer chair as his legs wouldn’t obey. What occurred next was a flurry of tests. Don and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. conversed while scans were run. Laser grids swept over your body, lights were shined into the orifices of your head, and blood was drawn. You might have complained if it weren’t for two things: Donnie was under the same scrutiny and you were more exhausted than you had ever been in your entire life.

What you had managed to do, despite his rush, was track S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. You very much wanted to tell the bot how sorry you were, but words evaporated the moment you first locked eyes with him. Those digital globes of his held multitudes you could barely fathom. They spoke of understanding, worry, pain, care, love, and patience. Translating all of that in a moment, you’d only given him a watery smile where he buzzed over and nuzzled your cheek. With that single affection cemented, he’d gone to work.

“There’s no footage.” Donnie said suddenly, giving himself a shot of something.

“The system was overridden.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. responded simply as he monitored your IV.

“Two bags?” You asked quietly.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. lowered his voice while coming close to you. “You’ve already nearly drained the first. When we switch, we’ll reassess.”

You nodded.

“There’s no data.”

“No.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. pulled away to glance over at him.

Hissing at the effort, Donnie got up and stumbled.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. revved in case he was hastily needed for stability, but Donnie forced himself to trudge over to the door. There he got his bo and extended it. Using it as support, he began to pace behind the couch.

“I’m not even going to bother telling him to rest.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. explained to you.

You gave another nod, trying not to doze off.

“Instant relief?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. mused.

“It’s helping. I don’t know about instant.” You leaned back and listened to the rhythmic noise of Donnie’s staff hitting the floor.

“We only have a single account of what happened.” Donnie stopped suddenly.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. didn’t dignify that with a response.

“It’s warped.” Donnie decided.

Quiet, you adjusted the blanket that had been tucked around you.

“Do you need another?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. hummed.

“No, this one’s alright.” You gave him a soft smile.

He returned it and divided his attention.

You were grateful. He wasn’t hovering and instead trying to give you space. As much as you didn’t feel you deserved the kindness, the act was much needed.

With a sharp thump, Donnie was in motion again. He seethed and came into view with a bow legged stance. “That’s a fact.”

No one else spoke.

You could sense Donnie puffing up with indignity. “Do you-?”

Understand?

He caught him from saying it.

You did.

In fact, you were the only one of the group that did.

You were the only one who knew exactly what happened.

You could understand why he was frustrated; losing control was one of his most dreaded fears.

That didn’t mean you had it in you to soothe him.

Not a contest, but you’d done a hell of a lot of that in the past week.

“I don’t understand.” Winding the coffee table and wobbling against his staff, Donnie began to pace in front of you this time. “Why would you override the whole system?”

“Why would you give me the power to do so?” You asked back coolly.

Another hackle raising pause came before he continued to stomp. “You know exactly why.”

“You could say it.”

In a swivel, he hit the end of his trek and turned to make the journey again.

“Darling.” You pressed even though it left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Donnie’s gaze snapped to you with a latent fury that died without outlet.

The choice had been very much his own.

His loose lips had revealed it.

You knew how soft he really was.

He’d been open about appearances.

Snapping his head forward, he continued to pace.

“And…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. held the note before giving a little bob. “All gone!”

You unfurled your arms and made a show of pinching the skin on one of your hands. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. came down with a magnifying glass-like examination as you released and you both watched it bounce back.

“Getting there.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. tapped your hand with his beak before mechanical arms branched out of his back. He plugged a new IV into place and checked the line before retracting them.

Donnie stopped so abruptly he nearly fell over. Clutching onto his staff for dear life, his brow ridge wrinkled with pain before he looked over to you. “A timeline at least.”

“Of what happened?” You asked, lids heavy.

Where S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was disposing of the used bag, you could see his movements hitch.

“You’re not…” Donnie swept a gaze over you and grimaced off to the side. “You will when you are able. Indulge me when that might be.”

Breaking eye contact to look at your IV, you meant to form one. Moving your gaze there, however, you saw the drip of fluid. It ticked like seconds and time took shape. Blinking wide, you sat up a little before your stomach bottomed out. “Oh fuck.”

“What!?” The chorus of both men came as they rushed to you.

“My job!” You held your head. “I didn’t-!” With little use, you let them fall in dismay. “I’m fired. I disappeared. I didn’t say anything!”

“Woah there!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. appeared in front of you and you jarred.

He winced and backed up some while you gave him a withered look.

Seeing you were at least stable, he inched back in. “It’s taken care of.”

“How?”

“I couldn’t do much-” He hesitated, obviously not wanting that to sound like blame. “I did what I could.” He gave a nod. “I informed them that you’d had an emergency and were hospitalized. I even forged documents and had them sent over. I was just unspecific enough so treat it like a coma or something.”

“They-!” You bit the inside of your lip and soured.

“-Are worried about you actually.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. came down to tap a rotor to your knee. “Since you moved not too long ago, you hadn’t updated your address. Coral’s gotten some flowers and there’s a bunch of cards and well wishes on your desk.”

You tried to process that one piece at a time, but the last bit stuck out. “You went to my job?”

“After hours.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. hummed. “Just to see if there was anything left behind that was pressing.” He seemed to remember something. “Oh, and to check internal alerts and make sure no one was hasty in deciding anything.”

“I have no privacy, I swear.” You made a fist and very gently bopped S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. on the head.

He chuckled underhand before doing a quick change so his beak rested on top. “You do! It was just… extenuating circumstances!”

You gave him a dry look.

“I like your desk knick knacks.”

You grumbled a sarcastic agreement before your shoulders dropped. “Coral!? How’d you keep her from the hospital?!”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. gave an approximation of a grimace and shirked away. “About that…”

“What.”

“So the story goes, a distant family member emergency takes you out of state, you get injured, you hole up in the same hospital, but… Coral is…”

“Determined.” You knew where this was headed.

“I kinda had to sabotage multiple vehicles and when that didn’t stop her, she tried to buy a plane ticket so I had to freeze her bank account with fraud prevention…” His voice piled high with each deceit.

You groaned and went back to holding your face in your hands.

“I’m gonna totally own how not okay that was, but she is… something!”

You shook your head between your palms. “No, you did what you had to.”

“Yeah…”

“I’m surprised she didn’t try to come here.”

“Almost, ‘Donnie’ texted her.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. waved his rotors in apparent air quotes before turning around to said man. “I hacked your phone.”

“I saw.” Donnie snipped from where he listened with rapt attention.

Your lips were parted with questions, but S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. returned and rushed his response. “Don went out to be with you and would send her updates.”

“You have her number?” You looked past S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. to your boyfriend.

“She stole it.” Donnie shifted, uncomfortable, where it was clear his staff was the only thing keeping him upright.

“She sent the first message.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. clarified. “In it, she mentioned taking it from your phone for emergencies.”

“Ugh!” You threw your head back.

“Yeah…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. repeated his earlier sentiment.

“I guess, whatever…” You shook your head. “I still have a job… That’s what’s important. When am I expected back…?”

“It’s open, technically I started your short-term disability.”

“Oh.” You shifted a little in the cushions. “Huh.”

“Just rest for now, I’ve got you.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. gave a mock salute. “Are you hungry? I can order something easy on the stomach.”

“No.” You scrubbed your face. “Well maybe something for later, but right now I want this over-“ You held up your taped arm. “-and I want to shower.”

“Speaking of…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. came back up, clearly looking at your injured shoulder. “I need to look at that.”

“Ah.” You went to move the collar. “It needed stitches, can you still do those?”

“How’s the tissue look?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. waited, ready.

“What?” Donnie straightened the best he could.

“You’ve bitten me before.” You glanced at him, getting a corner of the cover. “Many times.”

“It’s never been unattended long.” He tried to cross the space, but maneuvering the coffee table proved challenging.

“I cleaned it when I could.” You felt the sticky pull of the ointment as you uncovered it.

“Not terrible.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. mused reassuringly. “You did good. There’ll be an oral, but I’m also gonna add a different antibiotic to the IV. Seriously, good job. I am not worried!” With a buzz, he flew over to the comically large medical bag he’d brought with him. “Too late for stitches though!”

Staring into space, there were a few thumps as Donnie managed to hobble over. “When did I make that?”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. came around with mechanical arms and a syringe. Into a port, he injected the new fluid into the mixture.

“The first time-” You froze. Gaze falling like lead, you stared at where the IV was patched into your arm. It wasn’t the medicine filling you with a chill; it was the thought of Donnie’s reaction.

You had to tell him.

On a terrible mental reel, you watched realization hit him over and over.

Each time was a devastating blow and the crumble was inescapable.

He’d been upset enough after what happened during the chase and this far surpassed that. For you, it wasn’t a matter of forgiveness. What had happened was wrong, but there was far grey to easily categorize it emotionally. There was pain associated with the memory, but there had also been a huge number of things that happened after that. Not wanting to even consider sex at the moment, you couldn’t see yourself shirking away from him whenever the next time did occur. Donnie wasn’t the same now and he was barely even the same then.

That’s not how he would see it.

For him, who had come so far, you knew he’d regress. Building confidence in him had been hard enough as is. It was just luck that he hadn’t happened to stumble during the process. This signified not just a trip, but an entire pitfall. You could see his walls going up and him retreating. It’d be a repeat of all the time he’d been too afraid to touch you. There was even the nuclear option that he might leave and that didn’t even take into consideration what would happen next year.

The next rut.

Feeling overwhelmed, you hadn’t even considered how this would surely happen again. Echoing sentiments of three anniversaries, you thought about how you’d tamed heat Donnie to a point. By the end, you had what you considered a full handle and thus considered him domesticated. You could communicate and he hadn’t hurt you once after you’d gotten through to him. You had a hunch that, with proper care leading up to his next rut, you could offset that frenzy he first went into it with. From what you could tell, it had been an act of desperation to ensure his perceived mating bond. If you could reassure him before, you imagined he’d be tame the whole time.

It was the part you had enjoyed immensely.

When you looked back, it wasn’t the bad you saw, but instead the coupling. Beyond breeding, it was an act of utterly offering oneself. Submerged in basal instincts, you had never felt closer to Donnie. It rang a specific memory of the two of you curled up together. He had been chirping sweet nothings to you while you were both resting. A momentary sating, there was nothing separating your hearts. For the Donnie who wanted to be free of his past, that was him. He had nothing holding back his mind besides one animalistic drive. When that gave reprieve, all he’d wanted was to dote on you. There was assuredly still instinct there, but he’d otherwise been free. Welcoming him, as you often did, you’d given yourself over as well and, minus that one lapse, you hadn’t regretted a second.

A touch to your arm caused you to turn your head so fast the muscles in your neck snapped. Hissing out pain, you grabbed at it with the arm connected to your now bare shoulder. It squeezed the wound and you further whined before giving a little pant.

“Fresh gauze.” Donnie said simply.

“You’ve got it?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. asked, flying over to the medical bag.

Donnie threw back a hand and it took you a moment to put together he was showing how steady it was.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. returned and passed something off.

Peeling back plastic, Donnie put on gloves and prepared to change your bandage. “Y/N.”

“Yes?”

“Where’d you go?”

“You can imagine.”

Brow ridge still ruffled, he prepared to clean your wound before outright stopping. “You were going to take a shower.”

You could feel S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. staring.

“Maybe more than one.” You spoke with little comedy.

“It…” Donnie looked at his gloved hands. “It doesn’t make much sense to bandage it now.”

His desire to fix was raging.

Without proper cause he was going stir-crazy.

Did you have to tell him?

You watched as he retracted where he’d leaned against the couch. Pain bled for a moment from the movement, but he righted himself to remove the gloves. As he parted, you wondered if you could get away with it. There was no one to fact check and the only person who could possibly sabotage it was you. He’d pay attention, Donnie always did, but what was there to show?

Would you have symptoms?

Your outright answer was no. As it was, his touch hadn’t spurned anything more than a momentary alarm because you were drifting out of consciousness. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had gotten a similar reaction since paying attention was a struggle. Plus, having been near constantly held, you currently had your fill. You were sure there’d be a sort of drop off; you couldn’t imagine going from all to nothing without a withdrawal of some kind, but that’d be a craving and not an aversion. You would only need to manage a lie and how could that hurt?

If anything it would save him from himself. He would have no reason to regress. He would be careful; he was always like that, but you only needed to reassure him. That’d be easy enough as you had a ton of fodder to pull from. You could even tease him to lighten the air further; you were sure he wouldn’t take kindly to the tail wagging or how he used his teeth instead of his hands when he clearly knew how. You could manage that, but it didn’t mean that you should.

Just considering it, you could already feel the guilt. It would be a slap in the face to all his strides as a person and partner. Similar to his old mentality, were you being righteous to think you were trying to save your partner from themselves? Was it really protection? Putting that in perspective, it didn’t feel like it. Even the best kept secrets eventually leaked and adding time made them more egregious. You knew that first hand from him doing the same. If he found out long down the road or even if your hypothesis about next year’s heat was wrong, then the repercussions would be terrible. Sinking at the thought, you swelled on having sent S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. away and your own stupidity.

How could you keep repeating the same damned pattern?

Donnie was dumping his gloves in the trash when S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. suddenly blocked your vision.

“Y/N?” His voice was nearly silent.

You gave a nod from where you hadn’t quite emerged from your thoughts.

“Something happened. When you said ‘the first time’ there was…” He quieted more and gave you a knowing look. “Are you…?”

Okay?

It must have passed over your face. Even if it was just a split second because S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. wilted. You then switched to plead with him. “Shel-”

“Y/N?” Donnie caught wind that something was occurring.

Don’t stutter. “Yeah?”

“What’s…” Donnie slowed and glanced at S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. who suddenly felt all too close. “…going on?”

Keep calm. “Shelly’s checking my health. What do you mean?”

His suspicions were too great. Donnie rounded the counter with his staff leading. “Report then, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.”

“Assessing a third bag.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. responded with a calculated measure.

Donnie gave an absent hum as he loomed closer.

You hadn’t decided. “You’re limping pretty bad…”

It didn’t stop Donnie’s trek and, as he closed in, one of your fingers twitched.

With his gaze trained into yours, your boyfriend hadn’t seen it.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. wasn’t near as distracted. “Get back.”

Donnie was slow to adjust where S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. now acted as a barrier between you. “What are you-?”

“You heard me. Y/N needs space.”

“That is something easily requested by-” Donnie looked past the bot at you.

Your head turned away.

You wanted to tear the IV out and run.

You cursed involuntary responses.

You had been doing so well.

“What happened?” Donnie growled.

“You happened.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. bit back with a similar scorn. “You always happen.”

“Air your grievances. When has anything ever stopped you prior?” Donnie spat.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. didn’t say anything and flew back to you.

You watched him with large eyes and tried to keep from falling apart.

It wasn’t the content; it was the situation.

It was exhaustion; it was indecision.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. flew in close and nuzzled his beak against your cheek.

You returned it trying to bottle a dry sob.

The bo left the floor and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. disappeared from you.

“I said NO!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. revved in Donnie’s face.

“Insolent-!” Donnie bit down on his words and from your position you could tell something was wrong there too.

“Donnie.” You called out.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. flew firm.

“What?” It was there again. Donnie was clearly angry, but there was something else.

How could you keep it from him, when he was so…

“You’re worried.”

Donnie was staring right at S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and not at you. “You know why.”

You did.

He wasn’t wrong.

“If-” You began.

“You don’t have to say anything right now.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. interrupted. “You’ve gone through enough.”

You watched Donnie’s pupil search his son. “What did I do?”

“Enough.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. spoke. “I’m handling damage control. We agreed.”

It wasn’t enough.

In a blink, you could see Donnie’s mind doing back flips.

Contortions brought up a litany of the worst possible outcomes.

You believed he imagined them often.

They were just a hair’s breadth from becoming reality in his mind.

You couldn’t let him drown when he didn’t know.

He wasn’t the monster he thought himself.

“Sit down.” Your voice sounded so much smaller than you hoped.

Both Donnie and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. turned their attention on you.

“Donnie.” You insisted, passing S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. a look that you hoped translated that you were alright.

The bot got the message and came by for another reassuring press to your cheek.

You held him there and together you watched Donnie take to his computer chair. There was a noticeable passing of relief over his face that he quickly shoved away for what he failed to present as stoicism.

“Swear you won’t bolt.” You spoke, letting your hand come down from S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

From where Donnie had just rested his elbows against the arms of the chair, his limbs came down so his fingers could latch with irritation. “I… swear.”

“Or do anything rash. You need to hear me and then I need you to stay here, understand?”

The gymnast in his mind hit peak performance as the headliner. “Understood.”

Your head lowered and you reached.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. pressed up under your hand as a support.

You guided him into your lap where he landed, looking up at you with more love than you deserved.

You scratched one of the spots Donnie had said he liked.

“Donnie… when I first released you…”

The was a wane of warping metal.

“I thought I was ready.” You couldn’t look at Donnie so you stared down at S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. who closed his eyes in turn. Petting him, you logged how you’d have to thank the bot for his insane emotional intelligence. “I never realized…”

There was a snap and you found Donnie with a death grip on the pair now loose chair arms. He grumbled an apology and set them aside.

You couldn’t help but smile at that. “…how much you hold back.”

He gave an embittered look.

“So when you couldn’t…”

Dropping back to S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. you found him peeking. Instead of trying to hide away how he was caught, he stared up at you openly.

You needed to do the same.

You covered his eyes. “You forced yourself on me.”

Silence.

At least he hadn’t run.

You were slow to look at him.

He was pale and utterly distraught.

It was the worst version of himself realized.

You watched his lips part and his tongue roll, but nothing came. Swallowing what had to be an enormous lump, Donnie tried again. “Your… phrasing: the first ‘time.’ Just the once?”

Damn him.

This is why he cursed your intuitiveness.

A little metal hand squeezed yours.

You gripped it back and added to the many gratitudes you needed to ply S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. with.

“Three.”

Donnie’s head turned and from his profile you could see the layer of moisture built there.

“I have a hypothesis.” You offered with a warped note as if it were funny.

Donnie turned to you without a trace of scientific interest.

“You didn’t have control.” Tipping your head, you gave a form of a shrug. “That’s a fact, not the hypothesis, but I think… no I know, you didn’t want to. You were compelled and when you surfaced, you were upset. Each time it was worse until you outright refused your instinct.”

Donnie blew out a bitter air.

“I had to-”

How did that sound?

Donnie’s head lifted, on guard.

Bad.

“You had to what?” Anger was fizzing in him again.

“You-you-” You couldn’t look at him. “You were in pain… you-”

“No living person has ever died of blue balls.”

“That’s not-” You turned acidic exhaustion on him.

He waited, equally dark bags and unamused.

“I…” Eyes plummeting for what felt like the hundredth time, you wished there was a safety net in place. “I wanted to take care of you. I thought… I could handle it. I did… after that. I took charge and you followed. It was fine after that… good.” You brought your gaze up, taking the climb again. “Great.”

“What choice did you have.”

There was a soft hum as S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. lifted off. You watched him as he tended to the second IV bag that was just about drained. He looked down at you, sympathetically. “How are you feeling?”

You gave a wounded nod.

“You’re clear to shower.”

Offering your arm, he removed the IV and you held pressure until he got a bandage. Donnie stayed seated as you got to your feet. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. hovered as an armrest just in case and muscle weakness came with little shakes. It begged to give out, but you needed to get through this. Turning toward Donnie to round the couch, you stared him down.

“I’m going to burn the bed.” He offered.

“You should rest.”

He gave you a look similar to the one you’d offered him.

You could accept a temporary stalemate.

He needed something to do.

With S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. following, you entered the bathroom and turned the tap. Leaning against the wall, the bot said something about waiting right there as long as that was okay. You gave something in the way of acceptance and stripped without shame. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. spun around for modesty and you were vaguely aware you hadn’t quite come back from your week of nudity. Stepping over the lip of the tub proved the hardest. The shower wasn’t laborious and instead was a blessed going through the motions. With double shampooing and a lengthy conditioning that sat while you scrubbed heavily at your body, you emerged anew.

A fluffy and heated towel was waiting for you along with your necessary products lined up. They led to a pair of pajamas you had never seen before, but looked especially loose and comfortable. The only missing piece was S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., but you had an inkling he was necessary elsewhere after deeming you solid. Going through the steps, the pajama top was buttoned until the first few so as to leave your injured shoulder bare.

Exiting found the skeleton of the bed’s frame with the drapery missing. The bed was freshly made with hospital corners. Sitting down on it and wondering where the other occupants were without looking, you had to double take. Doing a test bounce, this was indeed a new mattress with a totally different level of support. Having not taken Donnie seriously about that, you turned toward the living room to find him marching in with his staff in one hand and a blotch of red cloth in the other. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. trailed behind and passed you a happy look that disappeared as his eyes turned to exclamation marks. He then spun around and returned to the other room while Donnie stopped midway to the bathroom.

Looking him over again, you placed what was in his hand. “It’s from the bite.”

Fisting the bloody sheet shred, he took it with him into the bathroom and shut the door with a click.

You shook your head as S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. reappeared with bandages and a bottle. Dressing your wound, you leaned back and debated laying down, but thought better of it as the shower turned on. “What’s your favorite thing to do?”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., unperturbed by the random question, gave a loud hum of thought. “DJ!”

You gave a small laugh. “Have you ever done it before?”

“Nope!” With a flourish, his mechanical arms balled up wrappers and he tossed them up to balance on the tip of his beak.

“That wasn’t really what I was hoping for to make it up to you. Sounds like you’d be doing all the work.”

“Make what up to me?” He bounced the ball over to you where you caught it in your lap.

“What an asshole I was.”

“Didn’t you get my note?” He was waiting.

You tossed the ball back. “I did, but it’s not fair.”

He fumbled a little, but with a spin got it placed like a seal once more. “I was upset, sure. I tore my apartment apart when I got home.” He swayed to one side. “Not even Don has ever done a complete system override before. After I had my tantrum, I was devastated…” The ball was rolling away and he overcorrected. “Hopeless, helpless. Cut off from you, both of you, not knowing if you were okay. Don, I haven’t been totally cut off from dad like that in years.” With a bob that sent the ball into the air, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. adjusted and caught it anew. “But all I had was time to think, so I did. I thought about you and how you are and what I knew about Don. I did research and then, lost in a deep dive, I figured, ‘what am I doing!?’ Nothing useful! So I started to work all the backdoors and loopholes I could to get back to you guys. I ran models using data I scrounged up and projected you’d be out of useable food. I made the care package and took care of all your work stuff, all of it!”

“Shelly…” The ball hit you in the face and you quacked at the impact.

“If you’ll dance, I’ll DJ, and we’ll call it even.”

Cradling the trash, you chuckled. “I’ll have to heal up first.”

“I’ll wait for you.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. appeared below you as if out of a cheesy romance novel. “Always, my dearest.” He added sparkles to his eyes before he swung his rotor as if snapping his fingers. “Damn, I need a rose.”

“Mhm, that was the issue, Fabio.” You snarked.

He snickered.

“You sure?”

“Oh yeah!” He did a floating flip before coming back to you. “I’m not the drama.” He tossed his head back towards the bathroom.

“Think we’ll be okay?”

“You’ll get to test how strong the relationship is without sex, that’s for sure.”

You let the ball fall to the wayside as you were forced to put your head in your hands. “Too blunt!”

“I take after you.” He teased.

“Shelly!”

“Fine!” He huffed and pouted. “It was half a joke; you two are seriously on bed rest for at least a month!”

“I can’t take a month off work, coma or not!”

He wagged a rotor just shy of smacking you. “You’ll probably be back there in a week! You know what I mean, unless you want me to say it again…???”

“No sex!” You turned the wave into a high five and pushed him away with it. Your muscles shook and you had to fly to grab the bed from falling off. “Oh…”

“Limit hit.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. buzzed with data. “Finally ready to lie down?”

“Yeah… I’m… spent…” Whatever hooks exhaustion had into you were finally reeled in. Falling back into your pillow felt inevitable and you only faintly registered S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. throwing a blanket over you. “I …love you, Shelly. I can’t… thank you… enough. I’m… really sorry…”

“Eh, you’re doing great. Don’t worry and love you too.” The tip of his beak pressed into your temple. “Rest up, I’m gonna clean.”

He buzzed away and you listened to the quiet sounds of him along with the changing pitches of water from the shower. Too tired to actually give in, sounds tapered off until S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. flew by. Slipping into the bathroom, he fiddled in there before emerging to zip right back into the living room. When the tap shut off, the length it took Donnie to emerge said that S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had set up things for him as he had you.

What came out was a bundled man. Fully buried in many layers, you imagined they were both for comfort and as a means to take back some of the exposure he lost. Hoodie up on a matching pair of black sweats, you could faintly see his mask as he hobbled, sans staff, over to his side of the bed. There he sat similar to how you did until he fell over as if the strings holding him upright had been cut.

“Feel better?” You couldn’t manage more than a whisper.

“Cleaner.” He responded, his back to you.

You made a sound of agreement and continued to watch him. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. quietly hovered in and set out glasses of water, but didn’t pass acknowledgements along.

Eventually, Donnie grunted before flipping 180 to face you. “I won’t be able to sleep.”

“I know.” With a wince, you turned to mirror him.

“Do I apologize?” His voice dipped to match yours. “How can I?”

You slid a hand up in the space between you. “I’m not waiting for one.”

He stared down at your appendage.

Rubbing a little crease on the sheets, you ran through your earlier arguments. The overall point was moot as he already knew, but you still weighed. There were things he didn’t know. The details were nearly as important though you could sense they’d be difficult to pass along. You could keep those close and he’d never know if you were being vague. Withheld information and truth spiraled in a freefall.

The approximation of his pinky touched yours.

Heart skipping, a memory ghosted your ears.

I would have changed how I handled it. I had too much fear.

“Donatello.”

He was already staring at you.

You began.

You told him everything that happened during the rut.

Fending off exhaustion had been easier than you thought.

The outpouring held a strange alertness.

You were keenly aware of what was being said.

Between the ebb and flow, his expression hardly changed.

At some point, he moved to hold your hand.

The words kept coming.

The emotions, thoughts, and feelings of the time.

Somehow fresh and raw through what you had categorized as a haze.

With each pinned memory, you refused to excuse.

You were the narrator and as such you spoke to your interpretation.

You only slowed coming to a close with the final sleep and then light of whatever day this was.

He knew from then on.

Across from you, Donnie heaved a breath and pulled your hands up to his snout. There he let them sit against his lips without a press. Lids weighing in heavily on the conversation, he blurred as you tried to fend them off. Lips moving, you felt what he said more than you heard it. He then disappeared as the curtain fell.

About a month passed leading to one bloody swatch.

Giving a heady sigh and coming out of what had actually been a blink of time, you cleaned up and searched for the necessary products. Equipped and uncomfortable, you exited the bathroom and passed Donnie where he was working on some sort of small electronic at his desk.

“Good news.” You remarked dryly, yanking the fridge open.

Over your shoulder, you saw Donnie tip his head to show you had his interest.

“Got my bloody confirmation I’m not pregnant.” You did a swivel with a single finger into the air as you grabbed a drink.

He didn’t respond further and turned his device over.

Giving up on pushing it as you already didn’t want to bring any more attention to your current state, you went over and flopped onto the couch. With work tomorrow, you threw your feet up on the armrest and cradled your beverage. Decorum dictated you shouldn’t drink this way, but you thought maybe you could chance it. Immediately threatening a spill, you shot upright and flicked off where it had run down your hand.

“That’s not definitive.”

Looking over at Donnie, you took a proper drink before responding. “What?”

“Spotting, bleeding, implantation bleed, though it’s too late for that…”

You held for a second and took another swig before collapsing. “Cool. Love that. Thank you for that.”

“I can run a test.” You heard his chair swivel. “If you’re unsatisfied with my results.”

“’100% hasn’t changed.’” You quoted without actually getting the words right.

Another bout of silence followed and you balanced your drink on your sternum. Its chill hit through the bone and you tipped it back and forth to keep one part from getting too cold. It oddly mirrored the time that had passed. Maneuvering you both being injured at the same time had been something. Grappling with being unable to help the other and pushing to try to regardless of your injuries had characterized the first week. After that the search for outside help had been comical.

Donnie had bought you an all access spa pass complete with multiple massages while you had custom built a home delivery meal kit menu geared toward muscle recovery. The joke arrived as you both planned to present the items at nearly the same time. It just so happened that Donnie barely beat you to it and you mistakenly laughed in his face before offering yours. The two of you shared defeated glances of having your grand gestures inadvertently thwarted.

It meant this last week had been spent largely apart. The spa, with its boiling vats, healing jets, and nimble fingers, had become a little addicting. Only making sure Donnie wouldn’t renew your pass, it spurred you into making the most of it with near daily trips. Alternatively, Donnie had never considered a home meal kit and its existence had ushered him into a culinary pursuit. Lost to your own activities, you saw each other almost exclusively in passing. Up to date, you considered whether or not the space was a bad thing.

It had decimated your renewed puppy love stage, which you mourned to a point. Finally pulling the drink off and clumsily moving it to a coaster, you returned to press cold hands to your abdomen. You wouldn’t call what you were experiencing now distance despite its connotation being true. You didn’t feel any further from your boyfriend. Instead, it felt like you were processing time. Of what, you weren’t exactly sure, but you had noticed the predicted withdrawal period hadn’t come.

It must have been because he was always there. Not in the same looming way he’d been prior to his rut or even as an attentive presence, but as a partner. He was nearby if you needed him and he hadn’t retracted into himself as you thought. Thinking he was probably doing the same, you’d spent a lengthy portion of your spa time sorting. You had thought long on whether how invested you were in Donnie had offset how you handled what he’d done to you. You considered the many things you put up with and if the line was only moving because you’d been trained to weather so much. You wondered if everything you accepted was due to how great your fear of abandonment was.

You had eliminated all those possibilities, but that only left odd liminal space as there hadn’t been a better answer either.

You were confident that, when presented with the original rut again, you’d make the same choice. It was always that way with Donnie. No matter what, you’d pick him time and time again. There were lines, you found them in the past when he once teetered against them, but you also had faith.

In him.

It wasn’t what he had in himself.

For him, while you presumed he’d been thinking things over, you also had a feeling it was on a completely different scale. If he beat himself up, that wasn’t clear, but he’d come a long way in his self-depreciation. He knew what he’d done was wrong, but he’d listened and taken to heart your description of the events. He didn’t second guess your decision and he hadn’t once tried to make-up for it in some grandiose way. Instead, he existed adjacent to you, living and healing in his own way.

In a fiction sense, that outcome didn’t feel as satisfying, but it was what it was. You rode out the rest of your evening in that similar tandem until you went to bed before him. You’d kissed him goodnight and whatever he was working on had taken on the shape of an immersion blender since the last time you saw it. Asking him what kind of soup would be on the menu with the warmer weather, he responded it was for chutneys and something else about Indian foods’ use of spices. Leaving him and wondering how that battled the weather, you went to bed.

Waking found him next to you and he lounged in for a late morning after what was presumably a long night. You got ready and he only unearthed himself as you were heading out. Trying to shoo him back to bed, you earned a sleepy hug before he sent you off. Trying to ride the high of that morning, your day did not want to follow the same trend. Just before lunch a blood pressure drop and spike in flow had nearly laid you out. Surviving thanks to someone who had left crackers in the break room, you made it to lunch where the meal itself had created a weight in your stomach where something else was particularly inflamed. Cramping up and sent to agony in the restroom, you’d emerged weak and feeling sweaty.

Wallowing in that discomfort through the afternoon, you had to contend with increased trips to the bathroom as again your organs were out of alignment. It was with grim thoughts and giving up 30 odd minutes before clocking out that you bemoaned the spa. There was no rule against going on your period, but it didn’t feel right to soak in communal waters that way. In a similar vein, despite your aches, you were not about to let someone prod you when the wrong push could send any number of things the wrong way. Thinking of how irritating the days ahead would be, you whittled away time until the commute home.

There, abdomen throbbing from having forgotten a dose of pain medicine, you were at least thankful the trip had been a simple one. No outliers plagued you further as you clambered inside. Donnie wasn’t at his computer and you curled up on the couch, leaving a breadcrumb trail of your belongings from the door. Wishing the medicine cabinet would come to you, you were just about to get up when the door opened. Having an angle to see, you watched as Donnie came in with what were clearly grocery bags.

“Big meal tonight?” You hoped not.

“Meal prep.” He explained, his eyes following all the things you’d left on the ground. “I’m testing out dry aging with kogi. Fruition will come in 3-4 days time depending on the results.” Closing the door, he rounded to the kitchen where he set the bags. He then returned without complaint and picked up your things. “Interim, we have the ill-named ‘power bowls.’”

“Oh.” You watched him idly and wondered why you hadn’t thought of something like that. It sounded like an easy to digest meal that wouldn’t bottom out your sensitive stomach. “I think it’s supposed to give you energy throughout the day or something.”

Donnie made a face of disgust as he finished putting up your things and brought you your phone. “Because calories, a unit of energy that was never meant to rank nutritional value, mean nothing.”

You took it with a chuckle that made you wince as you felt a rush between your legs. Giving a sheepish look, you managed an, “Excuse me…” before scuttling to the bathroom without hearing his response. Thankfully avoiding a leak, you cleaned up otherwise and found a bottle of pain meds sitting ready on the counter. Picking it up, it was clearly your old one, but you were compelled to check its usual resting place. Sitting there was a new bottle that you imagined was just in case this one ran out.

Popping a couple into your hand, you exited to ask the culprit about it. Donnie was already busying himself in the kitchen so you diverted to get a drink. He blocked your path by opening the fridge and you frowned at him as he passed you a glance over the door.

“Table.” He said and went back to rooting around in the crisper.

Raising a brow at him, you turned to find several drinks lined up on the coffee table. Literally able to take your pick, you chose water for now and studied the odd orange concoction. “What’s this one?”

He didn’t even have to look as he turned and placed several items on the counter. “Jamu juice.”

“Uh…?”

“It’s an anti-inflammatory Indonesian drink.”

“Huh.” You picked it up and took a dainty sip. Finding it nicely balanced, you drank and flipped something on the TV while you curled up. Just starting to get invested in the plot, you sort of registered Donnie coming to your side. “Is dinner ready? Sorry I’m not much help-” You turned and stared face to face with a bag of rice.

He gave it a little jiggle as he offered it again.

“This isn’t what I imagined when you said power bowl.”

“Touch it.” He cocked his head and brow.

Thinking that was far stranger, you poked it with your index finger and found it warm. “I’m still not eating it.”

“It’s not for that.” In a juggle, he wrapped it in a towel and held it out again.

Finally taking it, he retreated and you stared after him for a moment. Then you dropped your gaze to the bag and felt its weight and gentle heat. Softening on why he couldn’t just explain it, you laid down and rested it over your abdomen. Warmth spreading and the heft of it adding another layer of comfort, your meds kicked in for some sweet relief.

You vegetated until dinner was brought over to you. Trying to sit up quickly so as not to make the chef wait, Donnie kicked at your foot to signal you to calm down. You pouted at him and took a piping hot bowl as he fell into his own seat. Examining the contents, you found several items that you didn’t typically eat. Sending him a sly look that said you absolutely knew these were foods probably good for monthly symptoms, you scooped a bit and blew on it until you could mouth it. Finding the flavor mild and to your liking, you ate slowly, savoring each bite.

Donnie paid you little mind as he ate himself, only getting through a few bites before he got his phone out to take notes. You asked him to share his thoughts and he mentioned that the lentils were a little dry and how it could have used a specific seasoning he hadn’t been able to get. Listening to him was soothing and you barely registered when he got up and commandeered your dish along with his.

You opened your mouth to protest as dishes were your chore.

“I’m doing the dishes tonight.” He spoke before you could complain. He then lifted a comically tall but expertly stacked set of bowls, dishes, and the like. “I didn’t want anything contaminating the dry aging process.”

“That’s not all from dinner?”

“This isn’t even the only stack.”

You paled a little.

He gave an affirming nod and got to work cleaning.

Sitting back and looking over your now cold rice pack, you ambled over to him. He spared you a glance where he had large rubber gloves dunked into soapy water. Heating up the bag in the microwave, you were careful and tested leaning against his carapace where you were back to back. His shirt and battle shell a layer between, he not only allowed it, but slowed in his cleaning to relish the contact until the microwave beeped. The moment was dispelled and he was in scrubbing motion again. Juggling the bag back into the towel, you caught the clock and figured you had time to let it soothe your achy muscles again before you got into your nighttime routine.

At some point, Donnie finished and joined you right around when you were going to get up. He dropped so hard onto the couch that the weight of it tipped for a moment and you grouched at him. He simply smiled and flicked something into the air before catching it in his mouth.

“What was that?” You watched on with tepid amazement.

“Candy.”

“You’re just… eating candy?”

“Mhm.” He tossed up another piece and caught it again. “Want some?”

“Uh duh.” You sat up and pressed the rice to hold pressure as you hunched over.

He pinched a piece at the ready.

“There’s no way I’m catching that.”

“No? I thought you wanted some.” He shrugged and popped the bit into his mouth instead.

You puffed out your cheeks.

He ate another, waiting.

Frowning so hard it made a noise in your throat, you tipped your head back and opened your mouth.

He gave a single chuckle that he squashed before throwing a piece at you.

It hit you directly in your eye and you wilted. “Ow! Why!?”

When you came up with one hand covering half your face you saw a mono image of him grimacing. “That wasn’t what I intended…”

“I’d hope so!”

He held out the bag.

You glared at it before lowering your hand with only a minor wink. “Again.”

His brows shot straight up his mask.

You opened your mouth and gave terrible annunciations. “A’ain!”

He tossed another and it hit your shoulder. “How is your aim so bad!?” You scrambled to catch the piece and threw it back where he caught it in his mouth with a swoop.

“I’m as perplexed as you.”

“You probably suck at sports.”

“Hardly possible.”

“And yet…” You found the first piece that had injured you and ate it out of spite. “Have you ever tried?”

He looked away, preparing more candy. “That’s what I thought.” You chuckled before a game was set into motion. You both threw candy back and forth with Donnie’s aim never improving. After a squabble to keep the fallen pieces from dirtying the couch, you both ended up cuddled together in the middle. It was there, with your head on Donnie’s shoulder a testament to how slouched he was, that you studied the bag and wondered how he’d known your favorite candy considering you had both never once told or even eaten it in front of him.

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