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hello! i saw your requests were open so i was wondering if you were up for a rottmnt donnie x reader, where the reader loses their memory after a villain fight and doesn't remember the turtle boys?

eee i LOVE this prompt!! i had a lot of fun writing this, hope u like what i came up with!

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rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction ~ Donatello x female reader ~ tw/cw: reader deals with concussion / coma / memory loss ~ on a related note, I'm no doctor, and I just kinda did what I wanted to do with concussion / coma / memory loss, so please don't come at me for any medical inaccuracies or anything hahaha

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You waft back into consciousness with a dull throbbing headache pounding behind your eyes.

Ugh. You never wake up with headaches. Sleep usually makes your headaches go away.

Wait. You hear voices. Your stomach twists, hard and tight. Why are there voices in your room? Unfamiliar male voices in your room? Why is there hospital-heart-monitor-beeping?

You freeze, the blood going thick and icy in your veins.

Your ears buzz and you try to even your breathing and listen to what the voices are saying.

“It is not ‘fine,’” one of them snaps. “Look at her. Look. At. Her. Stop saying it’s all ‘going to be fine.’”

“Donnie,” a second voice says. “Just calm down. Just --”

“Stop telling me to ‘calm down’! She might never wake up. What then, huh?? What then? I… I…” The first voice shakes, and shivers. “I love her. I love her. And she’s…”

You hear it start to sob.

“Aww,” a third voice says. “Look, don’t cry. We --”

“Don’t tell me not to cry,” the first voice snaps. “I can cry whenever I want to. She’s… she’s…”

…not opening her eyes.

Go away, you beg. Go. Away.

“Let’s go get something to eat,” the second voice says, in a soothing tone.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Donnie. You need to eat.”

“I’m not hungry. I’ll eat later.”

“You need to take care of yourself. You can’t just --”

“I’ll get some food when I’m hungry, okay? I just… I just need a moment with her.”

Silence for a moment.

“I’ll bring you some food.”

“...Okay.” The voice has dropped an octave, quiet and resigned. You hear footsteps leave the room, and then the creaking of someone sitting down next to your head.

“Hey,” the voice says. “I don’t know if you can hear me? I… I really don’t know.” He’s quiet for a moment. “Please wake up. You know I don’t… I don’t tell you what I feel about you, enough, at all. But I really do care about you. I guess it feels safer to say it now because I don’t even know if you can hear me. So if you can’t hear me, we’ll just forget this ever happened. But if you can? If you can, I just wanted to say that I… I like you. A lot. It’s weird; I knew that I liked you but I guess I didn’t know how much until… until… yeah. Yeah.”

Silence for another long moment. You can hear him breathing, shakily. You still haven't dared crack an eyelid.

“Please wake up,” he says. “Please, please wake up, or I’ll never forgive myself. Ever. Please wake up. Please. I’m. I’m -- I love you. I mean that. I love you. Oh, my Galileo. I feel, like, my chest turning hollow inside of me. Please wake up. I’m in love with you. Actually. Actually in love with you. I haven’t really let myself think about that, ever, but it’s true. I’m in love with you. I sound pathetic, don’t I? I know I do. But I’m serious. I love you. Please, please don’t make me lose you now.”

Should you open your eyes? What’s going on? You concentrate hard, but your head is still throbbing, and your mouth feels dry. Your limbs are heavy and your throat is thick. What happened to you?

What… what happened to you?

Your head is cloudy but you fight to think. The past few days feel blurry, hazy, fuzzy. What’s the last thing you can remember? You… you can’t remember what the last thing you can remember is. Think, Y/n. Think.

You… you remember some things? You think? But they’re fuzzy. Your head feels fuzzy. Your memories feel fuzzy. Fuzzy, unclear, out of reach. You can picture your childhood home and your apartment and your own face and the plot of Inception but you can’t remember why you’re in this room, or where you were the day before last, or who owns the voice that’s sobbing next to your bed right now. Why are your limbs so heavy? Where are you? Who is this? What’s going on?

You hesitate.

Footsteps walk back into the room. “Hey, Donnie?” Donnie. Okay. Donnie must be the voice next to your bed. You hear him sniff. “Hey. I brought you something.”

The footsteps walk over to where Donnie’s been sitting. “How is she?” You don't see it, but Donnie shrugs. “Yeah. I’m sorry, Dee. The best we can do is just take care of ourselves, for her sake, and keep her comfortable, okay? Her body will wake itself back up when it’s time.”

You don't see it, but Donnie nods.

His throat is too tight to speak. He knows that as soon as he tries to say something, he’ll start crying. And he won’t be able to stop. He’s not used to crying. He usually doesn’t cry. But here he is. A mess, an emotional wreck, by your bedside.

Raph leaves the tray of food on the bedside table. “Do you need anything, Dee?”

Donnie shakes his head and waits for him to leave.

“Okay,” Raph says, looking at him with so much obvious concern in his eyes. “We’re all in this together, remember? Let me know if I can help at all. And update us if anything changes. Okay?”

Donnie nods.

Raph looks at his unconscious friend for a moment before walking back out of the room.

Donnie stares at the tray of food and stares at his girlfriend and stares at his hands and tries to breathe and starts crying again.

It’s uncomfortable, and painful, and loud, choking whimpers cutting through his throat and chest. And it hurts. There's a pain deep in his stomach, a hard little stone that won’t go away.

He loves you. It took this for him to realize that.

The Hamato brothers and you had been out for an evening walk when your walk was interrupted violently, unexpectedly, by a combined team of foes. They sprung out of the shadows and attacked.

You were unprepared, untrained -- Donnie immediately stepped in front of you, to protect you, and shouted for Leo. Leo turned and held out his odachi to form a portal but it was too late. Your attackers had spied you and swooped.

It was a brief but fierce struggle, ending with a desperate retreat, and by the time the brothers got back to their home, sweaty and bloody and shaken, you were a comatose lump in Raph’s arms.

You've been this way for a week now. Donnie has barely slept or eaten -- he’s been busy sitting in silence at your bedside, or frantically trying to develop any sort of way to help your current state. His efforts have been fruitless. You haven't budged.

He’s detected a concussion. Concussions frighten him. The brain, after all, is the most important organ, and the one that makes any person be themself. If your brain is permanently damaged in any way -- or even worse, if you never wake up --

He rubs his arms and stares at you. You’re so beautiful, so peaceful, two feet in front of him but so, so far away.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers. His heart stutters and whimpers and he puts his head in his hands for a moment.

You finally make up your mind and open your eyes.

The figure at your bedside is… not what you were expecting.

You watch his eyes widen and he presses his hands against his mouth.

“Oh. My. Sweet. Sweet. Galileo,” he whispers. “You’re alive. You’re. Alive.”

You're staring at him. This is him, right? The Donnie who was saying that he loved you? Well, he’s some sort of… thing. Probably not human. Hopefully not human. He’s green, and… and green.

A green, humanoid Thing.

“What the actual heck is going on,” you say. Your voice is stiff and crackly and it doesn’t work at first. You cough a bit and try again.

“What the actual heck is going on. Am I… dreaming? Like actually? I think… I think I am. Right? I mean, I have to be. You’re. Um. Green.”

Donnie is staring at you with something wide-eyed and terrified on his face.

“Do you… how much do you… how much do you remember?” he says, slowly.

“Remember about what?”

“Oh, my gosh. What’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

All of his fingers. He’s holding up all of his fingers.

Your head is still throbbing painfully with each rapid heartbeat. The green man who says he loves you is holding up all of his fingers.

All of his fingers. As in, three fingers.

You stare at his three long green fingers.

“Y/n?” He’s looking at you with an intensity that would melt diamonds into coal.

“Three,” you say, quietly. Where are you? What’s happening? Your head hurts, so much.

You look around yourself.

The room is small, and closed off on two sides by curtains. No windows, but two walls of cold hard stone. There are a couple IVs in your arm, and a heart monitor beeping steadily, and a green man who says that he loves you.

“Y/n,” he says, slowly. “This is important. Do you… remember what happened? Do you remember why you’re here?”

You shake your head. Your brain rocks in your skull and you bite your tongue, hard, as your head throbs even harder.

“We were ambushed,” he says gently. “You were hurt. You have a concussion.”

Concussion. You feel yourself shiver at the thought.

Concussion. Memory loss. Of course. But this… this would mean that you have lost part of yourself. And you have no idea how much you’ve lost.

“A concussion?”

“A concussion.” He exhales, leans forward. “Important question. Um. Do you… do you remember… me?”

Your heart twists. You should. You should remember him, you know.

But instead you have to look this weird green thing in the eyes and tell him no, you don't remember him. You don't remember him at all.

Something fades inside of him, and he rubs his arms, and he says, “Oh no. Oh, that’s not good.”

The room is small and the IVs are in your arm and the heart monitor is beeping beeping beeping and the green man is in love with you and you're probably in love with the green man too and your head is THROBBING and you’re seeing black with each heartbeat and your limbs hurt and your chest hurts and your stomach hurts and there are IVs holding you down like chains and there are no windows and you close your eyes again and pretend that it’s all a bad dream and it’ll be gone when you wake up. It’ll be gone when you wake up.

“Stay here,” Donnie says. His voice is fast. “Stay here. I’m going to go get Raph.”

You keep your eyes closed. It’ll be gone when you wake up. It’ll be gone when you wake up.

More footsteps come into the room. “Y/n?”

“She doesn’t remember,” you hear Donnie saying, frantically. “She doesn’t remember why she’s here. She doesn’t remember me.”

“Y/n?”

It’ll be gone when you wake up. It’ll be gone when you wake up.

“She’s awake,” Donnie says, sounding irritated. “Believe me, she’s awake.”

Tattletale.

“Y/n. It’s okay. It’s us! We’re your friends. You don’t have to be afraid, okay? We want to help you. We want to help you remember. But you need to talk to us.”

It’ll be gone when you wake up. It’ll be gone when you wake up.

“Y/n,” the voice says again.

“Maybe she’s just scared,” says another, smaller voice. “I mean, if she doesn’t remember anything? I’d be scared, too.”

“We can't just leave her!” Donnie snaps. “She needs us!”

“She needs rest,” the smaller voice says. “She’s been through a lot. She’ll be fine for tonight.”

Donnie starts to grumble something in response, but the other voice speaks up. “C’mon, Donnie. Let’s just give her some time, okay? Let her rest. She’s been through a lot.”

“But --”

“C’mon.”

And then they’re gone, for the rest of the night. Leaving you with your thoughts and your heart monitor and your throbbing head.

At first you think you won’t be able to sleep, but the next thing you know, you're opening your eyes to voices whispering around you. Without windows or a clock, you can’t really keep track of the passage of time; but as soon as they see you pop open your eyes, they start talking.

“Good morning,” the largest one coos. “How are you feeling?”

You're feeling much better. The aggressive pounding behind your eyes has turned into a dull ache. Your limbs feel more cooperative, and your head feels a bit clearer. But you still can’t remember much at all. Your brain starts to hurt if you try too hard.

“Better.” You smile, politely.

“Do you remember… any of us?” asks the green man dressed in blue.

You shake your head.

Donnie is there, standing off to the side, rubbing his arms and staring at the ground. You don't like to look at him for too long. It makes your stomach start to hurt again.

“Well, hi,” the blue one says. “I’m Leo. This is Raph. And Mikey. And Donnie. We’re your friends. Not enemies.” He gives two thumbs-up.

“I’m going to disconnect the IVs,” Donnie says, taking a palmful of hand sanitizer and rubbing it into his skin vigorously. He grabs some gloves and walks to your side and puts his hands on your wrist, gently.

He disconnects the IVs. It’s painful, and gross, and you don't watch. Instead you watch him. The crinkles in his forehead and the quiet hurt in his eyes and the hard set of his mouth. His hands are steady and he lets them linger on your skin a little too long. He presses a bandage over the IV insert point with a gentle tenderness.

He wasn’t kidding about loving you. You can feel it radiating off of him.

It makes you feel so bad. You don't remember him at all.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, as he smooths down the bandage. “I’m sorry I don’t remember.”

He looks up at you. Your eyes meet.

His mouth tightens a little more.

They gather around your bed on little chairs and talk at you. They tell you about who they are -- turtle-human mutant ninjas -- and who you are -- their friend; they don’t mention anything about your relationship with Donnie -- and how long you’ve been injured -- a week -- and what happened to make you this way -- they were attacked, and you were injured. Eventually your head starts to throb again and you wave them away.

But Donnie doesn’t leave.

He stays seated at your side, on his little chair, rubbing his hands together and looking at you.

You look back at him.

He smiles awkwardly at you.

“I heard you talking to me,” you say, your heart pounding uncomfortably. “When I was asleep. About. Um. Being in. In love.”

“Oh,” he says. “That.”

“You meant it,” you say. “Yeah?”

He rubs the back of his head and nods.

“Gosh,” you say. “I’m so sorry. I don’t… I don’t remember you. At all. I’m so sorry.”

He laughs nervously and rubs at his arms, his hands moving quickly and jerkily. “At least you’re not dead,” he offers.

“Yeah. At least I’m not dead.”

“Well. Um. We are… dating. We’re together. I do science, you let me experiment on you, you read books, I let you read them to me. It’s a good cycle.” His fingers fidget. “A good cycle.”

You study him. He’s handsome, all tight muscle and pleasing lines, but there are deep bags under his eyes and his eyelids blink a little too slowly. He’s so tired. His shoulders slump.

“Donnie, I think you need to get some sleep.”

He shakes his head and rubs at his eyes. “No, no, I’m fine. I’m fine.”

“He is not fine,” calls a small voice.

“Mikey! Stop eavesdropping!”

“Get some sleep!” Mikey shoots back.

You giggle before you can help yourself.

Donnie rolls his eyes.

“You really should get some sleep,” you suggest. “I don’t mind. You should, you know, take care of yourself.”

Donnie looks at you sharply, his brow furrowing slightly.

Take care of yourself. That’s what you would tell him, over and over and over again. Take care of yourself. You’d lean against him as he worked himself to the point of oblivion, brushing your lips over the top of his head. Take care of yourself, you’d say, and convince him to let himself sleep. You’d pour flavor packets into his water to make it more appetizing so he’d hydrate himself somewhat, and you always made sure he ate. “Take care of yourself,” you’d say. “Take care of yourself. I want you to take care of yourself. Please -- for me?”

For you.

“You sure you’ll be alright by yourself?”

You nod. “Yeah. I could use some rest, anyway. My head, ya know.”

“Yeah. Of course. That’s good. You should take care of yourself.” He fidgets his fingers with one another.

When you open your eyes again, there's a different face at your bedside. Mikey. The little orange one with the round face and big eyes. He has his knees up on the chair, and a sketchbook pressed against them.

“Welcome back to the world of the waking,” he says when he sees you looking at him. He turns the sketchbook around. “What do you think?”

It’s you, a perfect pastel likeness, your eyes shut, your brow furrowed. You see the ugly cuts and bruises on your skin. It looks just like you.

“It’s amazing,” you say. “Wow. You’re good.”

He beams.

“Do you want to see some of my others?” he asks, softly. “I thought it might help you remember.”

Your breath hitches. That’s right. There’s a whole life, a whole existence, that’s been ripped out not only from your life, but from the lives of your friends as well.

You try to reply, but you can’t speak. So you just nod, and he hands the sketchbook to you, after flipping carefully to a certain page.

“This is all of us,” he says. This artwork has a more cartoony style, the features simplified and expressive. You find yourself, standing next to Donnie. His arm is slung over your shoulders and you're staring at him, a heart drifting from your eyes.

“You can go through the rest,” he says. “I don’t mind.”

So you flip through the pages. You see the turtles, and their rat dad, and April (she came to visit earlier, and you do remember her, seeing as she was part of your life before the concussion). You see yourself. You see Donnie. You see yourself and Donnie, captured in various quiet moments -- both in evening wear with Donnie pressing his lips to the back of your hand; his head on your lap, fast asleep and drooling, and you’re looking up at the viewer with an affectionate twinkle in your eyes; your arms around each other's shoulders, staring softly into each other's eyes.

“I drew you a lot,” he admits. “You’re so in love and it’s so inspiring to me. So I drew you.”

He has drawn you a lot. Over, and over, and over again. So soft and gentle and tender and intimate. It’s making your head spin and your chest squeeze.

“I don’t remember this,” you whisper, your voice quiet and cracked. “I don’t remember any of this.”

“It’s okay,” Mikey says, softly. “It’s not your fault. Don’t feel bad. You can’t help it.”

Your fingers trace over a drawing of you and Donnie, foreheads pressed together, eyes locked.

“I should remember,” you say. Mikey is so easy to talk to, quiet and sweet and receptive. You can’t stop your mouth, and you’re not sure that you want to. “I should remember. Look at him. He told me that he loves me, that he’s in love with me. And I don’t remember him at all. It’s like he lost me, you know? There's so much grief and pain all over him every time he looks at me. It’s so hard. I hurt him so much and I don’t remember it at all.”

“It’s not your fault,” he says again. “Injuries happen. We all know it. And you’ll heal. Your brain will heal. Or even if it doesn’t, we can make new memories with each other!”

You stare down at the drawing.

“Yeah,” you say. “I guess.”

After a little while, they start letting you get out of bed and walk around. You explore their home, slowly, carefully, going back to the bed to rest whenever you need to.

Your first glimmer of memory is in their home. You know where every room is. You're able to navigate well. You find their silverware in the first drawer you look in.

But you still don't remember the people, or the memories you have together.

They start showing you movies that you don't remember -- Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu, mainly. You can’t stop laughing at Jupiter Jim and the Bad Hair Day on Mars. You're shrieking, pressing your hands against your mouth to try to quiet yourself, shoving your face into Donnie’s shoulder.

He freezes. You're shoving your face into his shoulder.

They all saw him cry in your sickroom. They all know that it’s been hard for him. But he won’t let them know how hard it’s been.

Y/n. Y/n. The love of his life. He loves you so much. As a person. As a friend. As a partner. He’s ready to commit to you -- well -- maybe, maybe, almost ready to consider it. He wants in sickness and health, and death do you part, and a white picket fence, and your warmth held tight against his, and never again going without someone to listen to him, and just -- just -- he just loves you. He loves you, he’s in love with you, he’s smitten, he’s head over heels, he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, etc., etc., etc.

He hasn’t been sleeping well. He’s been laying on his back, staring at the ceiling, his blanket clenched tight in both of his hands. He hasn’t been sleeping well. Every time he closes his eyes, he’s been seeing you broken and bloody at his feet, feeling his shaking hand desperately check for a pulse, watching Raph carry you, wringing his hands together and biting his nails and refusing to sleep for the first few days you laid in that bed, just working and working and working to try to help you at all. At all.

He’d wanted to carry you home, but he’d been too shaken, too weak, and Raph took you from his arms. He hadn’t even been able to carry you home. What kind of partner was he?

His brothers have been leaving him alone for the past couple of weeks, now that you’ve woken up. They’ve let him sit at your bedside and help your trembling limbs learn how to walk again, and they’ve gently coaxed him to go to sleep. But they’ve been careful with him, and he can tell. Part of him is grateful for it; part of him wishes they’d do more. You were his support system, and now he has nowhere to turn.

You were his support system; but something even more than that. He could tell you things that he couldn’t even begin to try to put into words for anyone else. Sometimes he could just sit in front of you, and stare blankly, and you would understand somehow. You understood him somehow. Before he met you, he’d never even hoped to believe it might be possible for someone to understand him the way you did.

And now you don't remember him at all. There's no recognition, no light, behind your eyes when you look at him. Only confusion, and regret.

He keeps dreaming about you, dark and twisted dreams about you, and he keeps fighting the urge to touch you. He’s so used to touching you. His whole life, he’s never really liked hugs or touch unless he initiated them or agreed to them in advance, and you’d been totally fine with that. But you liked touch, more than you told him. And one time he’d pulled you against himself in a bean bag, and then he’d glanced down and you were crying, softly, teary-eyed and weepy.

He’d let go of you and apologized and you’d just leaned closer and told him that no, no, you weren't crying because of anything bad. You just really, really liked to be held.

And after that, you were in constant contact. You held hands and leaned against one another and hugged and cuddled, and now he has to fight against that urge. His body misses yours. He constantly has to pull his hands back -- don’t, Donnie. You can’t just touch her casually anymore. She doesn’t know who you are. You’re a stranger. She’s never loved you. Stay. Back.

And now you're shrieking with laughter and pressing your face hard into his arm and he’s frozen, heart pounding, feeling himself melt like you must’ve the first time he held you close. His breath catching, his eyes turning wet.

You glance at the screen again and start giggling once more.

“This was always your favorite,” Donnie says softly, not daring to look at you. He knows that if he looks at you now, he won’t ever be able to stop again.

You quiet for a moment, solemnly, but you immediately start giggling uncontrollably again.

“I believe it,” you whisper back. “It’s. so. funny.”

“I can tell,” he chuckles.

He looks at you. Oh, banana pancakes, he gives in and looks at you.

You're so beautiful. You're so alive. You don't remember him but you're alive and you’re awake. You're alive and you’re his. You’re his. You have to be. You’d promised him, late one night, delirious and giggling in the kitchen. You’d kissed him slowly and whispered that you were his, no matter what. No matter what. You’d always be his. You’re holding onto his arm now, tightly. You’re his. Your eyes are bright and you’re giggling and your breaths are hot on his skin and he kisses your forehead before he has the chance to think about it.

You blush bright and put your face back into his arm.

After the movie, he heads to his lab to get some work done and try to clear his mind; and after a few minutes he hears a knock at his lab entryway. He recognizes it immediately. It’s you.

“Come in,” he calls, turning around in his chair and pushing up his goggles. You walk in awkwardly.

“Hey,” you say, rubbing at your arms.

That’s a gesture you picked up from him a while ago. And you're doing it now. He’s so interwoven with your subconscious that you don't remember him but your muscle memory sure does.

“Have a seat,” he says. You sit down carefully on a stool, and he waits for a moment to see if there's anything you want to talk about. You're silent, and so he turns back to his work. You sit forward and watch.

After a little while, you speak.

“Was I… in love with you?”

“I sincerely hope so,” Donnie says, putting his goggles back up again. He doesn’t look at you. “I mean, you told me you did. But I couldn’t… I couldn’t be sure. I couldn’t be convinced. You told me again and again and again; and again and again and again my only response was that your love wasn’t enough for me. That no matter what you did, I wouldn’t accept your love. I could never accept it. I would ask again, and again, and again, and again. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. But yes, yes, you did love me, I’m sure. I’m sure. So I’m just going to apologize for that now. I’m sorry for treating you like you weren’t good enough. You’re not not good enough. You’re more than good enough. You’re so perfect. So perfect that I couldn’t believe that you would love me at all. I really don’t deserve you. I’ve never deserved you. But you stuck with me anyway. I really appreciate that. I really appreciate you.”

“I’m sorry I don’t remember you,” you whisper, staring at the tech on his table. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” he says, softly. “This sort of thing is always a possibility. We all know that. We’ve all accepted it.”

You swallow. “I’m still sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You’re okay. You’re alive. And that’s what matters. That’s what matters. I’d rather you were alive even if it meant you’d never know me at all.”

Why is he so sweet? He’s so gentle with you. So full of love. You reach out for his hand, and he grabs yours and brings it to his lips.

“I love you,” he tells you, simply, honestly.

You smile at him.

“I know you don’t remember me,” he says, quietly, “and I know it’s possible that your memory will restore itself and I also know it’s possible that it never, ever will. But if it doesn’t -- would you be willing to try to learn to love me again?”

You lean forward until your foreheads are touching. You sit together for a minute, breathing the same nervous air, sharing the same quick pulse, your fingers intertwined and your hands shaky.

“I would,” you whisper. “I would.”

You sit together in silence for another long, long minute, and finally Donnie starts to speak again.

“I’m Donatello,” he says, his voice small but firm. “What’s… what’s your name?”

“Y/n,” you say, softly.

“Nice to meet you,” he whispers.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

“Would you like to get coffee sometime? I like you a lot. I think we should get to know each other a little better.”

You squeeze his hands, hard.

He’s so sweet. He’s so sweet.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing,” you whisper.

He’s gently leaning in, unconsciously, closer, closer, and you press yourself forward until your lips are touching. You kiss him softly at first, but you feel him trembling, hungry and desperate, and he’s wrapped you in his arms like he’ll lose you forever, forever, the second he lets go. He’s kissing you hard.

And technically you only met him a couple weeks ago, but your palms fit so well against his, and your mouths move in perfect harmony, and something about him feels like coming home.

“I think I could love you again,” you murmur against his lips, and he kisses your eyelids.

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rainyraisin · 11 months

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Hey so I’m gonna be silly and share this Donnie-centric ROTTMNT fic I was writing a while back. It’s incomplete so it ends very suddenly but even though I probably won’t be continuing it, I really like what I wrote so I wanted to share it :) (I put a break so it wouldn’t fill up y’all’s feed gbhjbhgbhh)

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They have to be perfect.

Those words repeated through Donnie’s mind like a mantra as he simultaneously welded wires and worked out the code needed for his newest project. It didn’t need as much as other things he’d worked on, but whenever he made a mistake, it was hard to fight the urge to start from scratch. It was his first time working with mystic technology, and he couldn’t mess it up.

After the incident in Witch town, he realised tech was...limited in what it could do, at least for now. And the Hidden City happened to be further along in its advancements than the surface. It was a hard decision, but after a bit of pushing from Mikey, Donnie made the decision to ask Baron Draxum for aid on his newest project. He knew the man had offered them to his soldiers before, and that he might know what made the things tick. The turtle despised asking for help from their former enemy, especially one that threw Leo off a roof (although he’d never tell his egotistical twin that was his reasoning), but it was his only option. After all, if he stepped into Witch Town, he’d be thrown right back in jail. And he didn’t think Mikey and Papà’s lawyer shtick would work again.

The goat yokai had been of great help, and he was almost done with Leo’s cloaking broach. He felt the worst about what he had put his twin through, so it was only fair to work on his gift first. His youngest brother had to be made aware of his plan’s in order to help him confront the Baron, and he’d aided Donnie in the design aspect of things, so his was being made second out of appreciation, with Raph’s third and Donnie’s own last.

His last ‘gifts’ were...questionable, to say the least. He’d wanted to help his brothers in their weaker areas so they wouldn’t have to worry about them anymore, but the way he’d gone about it wasn’t the best. More like...completely insane. The helmet was probably the least harmful. The most it did was distract Raph and probably make him insecure about his plans for a while. Not that either of those things was a good outcome, but it was better than completely ruining Mikey’s fighting style and making him feel that Donnie didn’t have any faith in him. Don’t even get him started on Leo’s shock collar. He knows now that delivering shocks when his twin made a pun was despicable of him. The softshell couldn’t begin to believe that Leo forgave him one bit for that. Raph and Mikey might be a bit more forgiving concerning their ‘gifts’, but that still didn’t mean-

“Whatcha workin’ on there, Don?”

Donnie flinched, twisting his chair around to face whomever had entered his lab. He was met with the slightly confused face of his eldest brother. Both a relaxing and terrifying sight. “Uh...nothing! Nothing whatsoever, my dearest Raphala! Why would I be working on anything? Nervous laugh.”

A fantastic lie, probably his best work. You’ve done it again, Donatello! There’s no way Raph could see through-

“You’re a terrible liar, Donnie.”

Crap.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about! I’ve been practic- I mean, I wouldn’t lie to you! Never have and never will! I don’t even know what a lie is!” He attempted to spin his chair back around so he could get back to work and hopefully escape the hole he’d dug himself into, but Raph grabbed the top and bent down so they were at eye level.

“You don’t have to lie to me, bud. I like seeing all your little doo-dads.” Raph’s genuine grin showed Donnie that he wasn’t trying to be condescending, although just the fact that it was him saying it was enough to make the softshell believe him. If it was Leo, he wouldn’t believe him for a millisecond.

“Exhausted sigh. Fine, but you better not tell Leo about this!” He jerked his head towards Raph’s fist and his older brother immediately let go so Donnie could spin around and grab Leo’s almost completed cloaking broach, before turning back to Raph and presenting it. “It’s not done yet, but here. You know that broach Sunita uses to look human? I thought if I made some for us, we could maybe go on the surface during the day. Hang out with April in public without having to constantly worry about humans discovering us for who we really are.”

Raph’s brow narrowed as he inspected it, before he gently placed it back on the table. “Absolutely not.” Donnie’s face fell as his brother looked his way. “Mutants have been going missing. We haven’t seen Meat Sweats in ages. What if the government are getting wise to us? If those things fall off in public and everyone sees us out in the blue, who knows what’ll happen? Maybe after all this dies down, but not right now. I don’t want to risk losing you guys.”

“What? But I’m just trying to-”

“I’m not gonna argue with you on this, Don!” The snapping turtle shot back before his face softened once more. “Stop making the broaches. Please.” Before Donnie could even try explaining himself, Raph left the lab. His chair turned once again as he crumpled up a blueprint and threw it in the trash.

Well. At least he had one less broach to work on.

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“Why do I have to be blindfolded for this? It’s just one of Don’s inventions, I see like twelve of those a day.” Leo complained before trying to right his mask.

Mikey yanked his arm back down, almost knocking his older brother over. “Because Don wants it to be a surprise!”

“Then why aren’t you wearing your mask backwards?”

“Because I’m his favourite.” The box turtle grinned, sticking his tongue out at the slider. He was lucky Leo couldn’t see.

“I will neither confirm nor deny that.” Came Donnie’s voice from inside the lab. “Now, Mikey, if you please?”

“BootyyyShaker9000! Three y’s in booty!” He confidently stated, although he was still relieved when the lab door opened to reveal his purple brother behind it.

"Is that your password for everything?" Leo questioned as Mikey dragged the turtle into his younger twin's lab.

"It's also his username for everything!" Mikey answered instead, figuring Donnie was busy finding Leo's surprise.

"Great, now I'll have to change all of my passwords." Donnie feigned annoyance, but he knew his younger brother was just trying to help.

"What, to BootyyyyShaker9000 with four y's in booty?"

And his older brother was just trying to mess with him.

“Please, I’m not a dum-dum like you. I’d never change it to something so easy to guess. It’ll take you forever to figure out my new and improved passwords. Well, when I change them.”

“You’re not going to change them at all, are you, Don?”

How were they seeing through him so easily lately?

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” He had hoped that would wipe the smug grin off his twin's face, but the fact that it remained told him he would have to at least consider changing his passwords. At least the ones that were said aloud.

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And that was where I stopped writing yhjbhgvjhhvg- if anyone likes this I might pick it back up again or at least share the plan so y’all know where it was gonna go but yeah!! This is it!!! This is actually what my human rise designs were originally for, except for Raph as his cloaking broach form wasn’t going to be involved here. I’d share the art I made for this here but it’s from back when I drew on my phone and it probably looks awful lmao

This isn’t the only rise fanfic I’ve written, I also started one for an English assignment like back in October, but sadly I do not have access to that 😔😔😔💔💔💔

ANYWAY YEAH HOPE YALL LIKED IT 💪💪💪‼️‼️‼️

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angelmichelangelo · 8 months

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2012 Squish Annon: It's okay, I forgive you. I understand that TMNT does something to many people's brains (including mine) and induces them to spread the angst far and wide <3.

I think that might be what happened to the 2012 writers... except they did not have enought fluff to balance it. Genuinely, I think they went "How far can we push this?" and no one gave them any brakes.

I think about the 2003 Turtles, who started with only them and their father, a tiny united family against the world... but by the end of season 5 they had enough friends and allies to form a small army to go against the Demon Shredder.

I think about the ROTTMNT Turtles, who already had April by the time we see them, who were never really shut off from the world in the same way as other incarnations are, who's family just grew the entire series, who had access to a whole underground city where they could walk the streets without hiding.

And then I think about the 2012 Turtles, the only turtles to actually LOSE SPLINTER, who found April and Casey and sort of Karai but are still very much alone. It breaks my heart. (And then they had to do the Mutant Apocalypse storyline and make it worse... lol).

For me, TMNT has always been about hope in such a big way. It's about looking at all the things wrong with the world and going "No" and then kicking those things in the face. It's about never feeling alone, KNOWING that when you reach your hand out someone will be there to catch you. It's about loving and being loved, no matter how different you are; it's about taking those differences and making them your strength, even if it hurts sometimes.

That's why SAINW and the ROTTMNT movie WORK - they aren't the end of the story, and they never will be, because these brothers love each other more than anything and they wont LET it be the end of the story. The last thing April says to Donny in SAINW before he is pulled away is "Remember, there's always hope, no matter what." Future Leo's message to Casey Jr at the beginning of the ROTTMNT movie resonates throughout the film; "Hope is a Ninja's greatest weapon." I kinda feel like the 2012 writers forgot those messages at some points.

(But yeah the T in TMNT does stand for traumatised. <3)

squish anon… how does it feel to be so big brained rn..

tmnt is SO about hope. it’s about making the best out of the shitty hand you’re dealt and in most iterations, they showcase that really well…

buuuut on the other hand, some iterations really like to just. snatch that away in an instant.

2012 does that a LOT. splinter dies? no it’s fine, he’s saved! splinter dies again? wait it’s cool we can save him again. splinter is killed yet again? no biggie we can– oh wait. no. this time it’s final.

even when the 2012 boys get a “happy ending” it’s still somewhat bittersweet. it’s got this underlying sense of “things are okay but… boy wouldn’t it be good if it got better?”

i think that’s why a lot of people draw a lot of similarities between 2012 and the idw comic series. it’s just a cycle of oh god give these boys a break. you just get the indication that they’re tired and they just want to rest and for the fight to be over. they didn’t ask for this. in other versions, the turtles kind of just… accidentally find themselves wrapped up in shredder/Krang shenanigans but in 2012 they’re SOUGHT after. shredder moves across the world to find them and kill them, over a fight that isn’t even theirs.

2012 writers for sure forgot to pepper in that “hope” message in there when those boys needed it the most huh 😅

#ask #anon

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Initial outlines for Recoil!

So I thought it would be fun to share my initial outlines for Recoil, just so we can all see how far I deviated from the original story 😂🤣 The over arching plot is still there, but there’s some stuff that was definitely cut/changed. Draxum, Splinter, April and Casey weren’t even going to make a meaningful appearance! They were just supposed to be in the beginning. Draxum was never going to annoy Bruce. Heck, even Clint and Raph’s moment wasn’t in the initial plan! I guess though that’s how a story evolves.

Now I can’t imagine the second half of the story without them! But my outlines aren’t super detailed. They are mostly there to help me have a potential roadmap, so a lot of the bullet points are short and choppy. I just copied and pasted them from my documents so forgive any formatting issues (I think I caught all of them but you never know)

I also included a small portion of the ch.4 outline from the super early plotting stage. It’s so different!! nothing in that outline actually happened in the final draft (It’s CRAZY that I thought anything in that outline made sense 😭😭) Most of what was cut/changed are in these (terrible) initial chapter ideas......They shouldn’t see the light of day lol

Long Post below! You have been warned!

link to the story for anyone just seeing this: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41220345/chapters/103340289

1. The very first idea/plot (This is like the backbone of the overall plot. I stuck pretty close to it)

Rottmnt x Avengers idea

1. After movie

2. Tony is looking for the people that acted that day

3. But all the stuff is blurry (cameras)

4. It looks like the same four-five that have been handling the mutant stuff

5. He manages to get a picture of Donnies logo and looks for Donnie that way

6. Fury wants to know who did it but he’s also fighting with Bishop over ownership of Sister, Bishop gets her

7. Tony finds Donnie and sends him a message to meet (meh)

8. The team and Fury want the Key

9. This causes tension but they eventually bring it to find a way to destroy it

10. Caps shield doesn’t do anything to it

11. The turtles want it back but Fury has already taken it (stolen ) along side Sister

12. This causes an argument

13. Sister is being transported with the key and she escapes with it

14. Hug fight over this

15. Sister managers to open another gate, brings brother back and destroys the key

16. They have to protect Mikey (work that in there)

17. Everyone is fighting Kraang but he is super strong

18. They are trying to buy Mikey time to open a portal. Raph stays with him to help survive it

19. They open the portal and send both Kraan threw it.

20. Mikey collapses and his heart stops. Bruce, not hulk, manages to save him (he’s been looking into their biology)

21. This is the last stray for Leo. He doesn’t want any friendly relationship with them because this is their fault (it is. Their need for control comes into question)

22. Basically the end and they go their separate ways.

2. More refined/detailed outline. Here I’m getting into more of the chapter details, but still being broad enough to change things around

Story is in the stages of escalation

I like this in terms of inter team relationship and how this affects the Kraang aspect

STAGE 1: WIN-WIN

Tension - Conflicts start with tensions, e.g. the occasional clash of opinions.

The tensions at first: Meeting the avengers, discussing what happened

The Avengers team discovering the Idol is a Key – THIS is the key tension

Side tension: Fury against Bishop for possession of the Alien

Debate - Differences of opinion lead to a dispute

Avengers team tries to persuade the rottmnt to bring them the key so they can destroy

Rottmnt argues against it. The have it hidden is pretty good. But old scars (which Natasha picks up on) means they do what it destroyed

This is discussed internally with Rottmnt and also internally with avengers and Fury – Fury wants them to get the Key, no matter what

Eventually rottmnt brings the key to be destroyed but they can’t destroy it

The team wont leave without the key so someone is always there

There is an increasing pressure since the Key wont be destroyed. The rottmnt team is glad they tried, but they are starting to think its time to put it back into their hiding spot while they wait on Draxum

Side debate: trying to reach some kind of deal with Bishop

Actions Instead of Words - The conflict parties increase the pressure on each other in order to assert their own opinion - Sympathy for "them" disappears.

Tony doesn’t want the key to leave. He wants to keep testing it. Also the team sees them as kids so they don’t really trust them to keep it safe

Tony reasons that if he could find them then eventually any one could (ignoring that he didn’t find their hideout though)

Fury wants to transport the key somewhere else and the team is agreement. Except for Bruce and Clint.

They distract the turtles by going out. They do bond a bit. Leo stays behind and he ends up sparring with Steve. They bond over being the leader but they argue a bit about how they handle leader things.

Shield comes in and takes the idol while they are distracted

Shield steals the alien

(Work in mikey bonding a bit with the actual Hulk)

STAGE 2: WIN-LOSE

Coalitions - Believing one has right on one's side, one can denounce the opponent

Turtles come back and Leo meets them and they are having a good time

Team quietly confirms that the Key has been moved

Rottmnt gets a call from Draxum and the team see their first Yokai. He thinks he’s found a way to destroy the key.

Tony is immediately dismissive

Draxum explains that since the idol made with mystic means that it stand to reason a mystic way would destroy it. If that doesn’t work. He has can seal it in a pocket deminsion NOT connected to the prison

They argue about it. Tony is basically trying to stall for time

The team puts their foot down and they go to grab it but the team stands in their way. Leo portals them into the lab. Avengers didn’t know he could do that

Rottmnt discover the key is missing and this causes a huge fight.

Side note: the alien and key are being transported together

Loss of face - The opponent is to be denigrated by innuendo and the like. The loss of trust is complete.

The team didn’t know he could do that

The run to the lab and the turtles discover that the key is gone

It hits them that they’ve been tricked. They are really hurt by this

This causes a huge emotional argument (the rottmnt are very open and mature emotionally)

Threat Strategies - The conflict parties try to gain absolute control by issuing threats which demonstrate their own power.

Steve feels bad, like really bad because he bonded with Leo but he stands by the decision that the turtles are just to young to handle something like this

They even trade blows and the team is given a peek at their mystic powers

Else where. The alien and idol are being transported together

Sister escapes and takes the idol with her

This is announced by Fury after the turtles leave? Or are leaving (work on this)

They reluctantly reach out to the turtles because they don’t know where the alien will go

The turtles are even more upset. The team is like she cant make a gate or know the ritual right. That was the little one

And the turtles are like but the foot did. At the pier

The turtles set off for the pier and the team is like you have to take us with you. But Leo portals away without them

They all get in Tony's jet and they head for the pier, but before they can even take off the pier explodes in a bright pink light

They don’t think the turtles made it in time

They get there just as the building explodes. Kraang prime is fighting the turtles

It’s a visual spectacle for them

The team jumps in but realizes they severely underestimated this guy

Both teams have to pull back after Kraang prim destroys the idol

STAGE 3: LOSE-LOSE

Limited destruction - One tries to severely damage the opponent with all the tricks at one's disposal. The opponent is no longer regarded as human.

They argue because they don’t know what to (Kraang and sister are destroying the city in the background)

They have to work together but they need a plan. Kraang is powerful like really powerful

They don’t know what they’re going to do but Mikey steps up with a plan

He can open a portal and they just need to get both Kraang in it

Total annihilation - The opponent is to be annihilated by all means

The turtles really don’t want to do it because they’ll have to buy mikey time. Raph volunteers to stay with Mikey to help take the burden. They need to get him close enough to open the portal and enough time. And they have to push them in.

The fight is intense, like super intense

Mikey pulls the gate open and holds it open with the help of Raph

The Kraang are strong and Mikey tells Raph to go help but they have to hurry

They manage to push the kraang in and mikey closes the gate

He collapses after that, not breathing

Together into the abyss - From this point personal annihilation is accepted in order to defeat the opponent.

this is a huge thing but Hulk/Bruce manage to revive him (he’s been looking into their biology)

this is the final straw for Leo. He wants nothing to do with the team

Steve tries to talk to Leo after everything but Leo and him get into a discussion of boundaries and overstepping. How this wasn’t their problem but the teams interference made it a problem.

You do what you think is best without talking to the other party. You’re unilateral actions caused this mess and my brother nearly died. It’s over.

Leo can’t even fake it at this goodbye dinner thing

The rest of rottmnt is tense too, but they are nice to Bruce

That’s how it ends. Not exactly happy but not bad either

Aaaaannnnndddd here’s the super early Chapter 4 outline (only a piece). It’s CRAZY that I thought this would work or make any type of sense.

Chapter 4 - Deception Possible date: 9/9

Breakfast the next morning, but Donnie and Tony are already in the lab

The others don’t really know what to do, but mikey wants to meet the hulk

Everyone is not really on board with that

Mikey brought one of the orbs that Draxum has created (think battle nexus new york). Explained that it’s sealed and that the Hulk won’t hurt him.

Raph says he’ll go in there with them. Promises that there's not much the Hulk can do to hurt him.

They show the team how it works and the key/passcode for them to get in if they want

Bruce reluctantly agrees, Thor goes in too

They go in

It’s just Leo left with the rest and he tries to watch tv. Natasha is keeping a close eye on the orb.

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Rottmnt headcanon:

The boys with an S/o that’s terrible at basketball

Raphael:

-sweetest boi when he finds out you’re terrible at basketball

-surprised you hadn’t even mentioned it before

-“did you think I’d make fun of you? Raph doesn’t make fun of people for not knowin’ how to do somethin’!”

-offers to teach you one on one

-denied every time

-basketball isn’t something you felt you could learn!

-“please let me teach you!”

-“no.”

-“pleaaaaaaseeee?”

-“no.”

-after weeks of bugging and bugging he finally gets you to say yes

-Definitely invested in making sure you learn how to play right

-this guy will pull up YouTube videos and NBA clips just so you can become an expert on the game

-will take you to the basketball court at night

-brings water for the both of you to every practice

-is the type of guy to stand behind you and correct how you’re holding the ball before you try to take your shot

-does whatever it takes to make sure Leo isn’t there while you’re learning and progressing

-will even hide that he’s teaching you in the first place

-trust him, Leo can sniff out amateur basketball players

-“Leo’s just gonna rub his skills in your face! Trust me, you don’t want him to know.”

-loves how far you’ve come and will celebrate every little victory you make

-will go easy on you when you have your first 1 v 1

-he’s the biggest cheerleader whenever you score, even if it’s against him

-never once makes fun of you for tripping over your feet or for your lousy aiming

-after a few more games against him, you finally won

-sure it was by one point but that’s okay!

-this boy lifts you off your feet in a huge bear hug to celebrate your victory

-finally, you’re ready to be involved in a turtle family game

-Raph will make sure you’re on his team so he can pass you the ball and let you show off how good you’ve gotten

-feels a sense of pride whenever you get a basket

-especially when it’s YOU dancing in Leo’s face once the game has been won

Leonardo:

-oh boy you’re really in for it

-you knew from the start of your relationship that Leo was amazing at basketball

-you ALSO knew he was a huge gloater and loved teasing people

-you didn’t need to be Einstein to figure that out

-you didn’t want him to know that you were terrible at it!

-“wanna play with us? You can be on myyyyyy teaaaaaam~”

-“Sorry can’t play! I twisted my ankle earlier!”

-“hey we need another player!”

-“I just remembered I have to be at a birthday party in like, two minutes.”

“Donnie quit wanna take his place?”

-“I think Splinter needs help organizing his ‘do not touch’ shelf. You guys go ahead!”

-it never bothered Leo

-well... not at first

-you would stay and watch their games only to jet once he invited you onto the court!

-he began to pressure you to play

-that includes begging, dragging you to the court, and even picking you up and physically placing you there himself

-it was easier just to give in

-you decided you’d just play a game and get it over with

-maybe even just sticking to passing it to other people

-...until Leo picked up on it and started passing you the ball more often

-especially when you were close to hoop

-“you got this babe!”

-he realized moments after you took the shot that you very much did NOT

-the ball fell short of the hoop by about three feet

-oh you never heard the end of it from there

-at the next game you guys played, he made sure to be on the other team

-“ready to smoke y/n, Donnie?”

-“you mean ‘am I ready for you to bounce the ball off my face again?’

-“yeah!”

-“then no.”

-“that’s EXACTLY what I wanna hear!”

-Leo made sure you were involved in the game the whole time

-it didn’t help your pride when he assigned himself the position of guarding you

-lots and lots of showing off

-even jumping over you to slam dunk it

-you, Mikey, and Raph didn’t stand a chance

-you had enough when Leo won and started dancing

-“I’m just... I’m just gonna head home. It’s getting late anyway.”

-he ran after you right away

-“hey what’s wrong? You didn’t have fun?”

-“kind of hard to have fun when you’re constantly shoving how bad I am in my face!”

-“it’s just how I play the game!”

-“Leo, I love you, but when you act like that then I don’t enjoy playing the game.”

-trying to walk away from him after that proved an impossible task

-“look, I’m sorry okay? I didn’t mean for you to feel that way! I just wanted you to see how good I was. That’s all.”

-turns out it’s very hard to stay mad at Leo

-especially when he’s got your hand in his and giant sad puppy eyes

-“alright, I forgive you.”

Donatello:

-initially thought you were just being humble when you said you were terrible

-you were probably just trying to make him feel better about himself

-you saw how he played!

-but...he was very very wrong

-he first found out how bad you really were when Leo invited you to play a game with them at the court that night

-you really were terrible

-he watched you shoot the ball only for it to go about five feet off course

-torn between feeling bad for you when Leo gloats and feeling happy that he’s not the only one that sucks at the game

-pulls you away from Leo before you can deck him in the face

-“hey hey hey there’s time to punch him later.”

-doesn’t bring up how much you suck at basketball

-he knows it’s not fun

-“oh I didn’t even notice! No, not even when you accidentally passed the ball to Leo. Nope.”

-instead, will try to draw the attention away from you

-everyone already knows he’s terrible at the game, and since they’re brothers, he’ll be an easier and more desirable target for teasing

-won’t even bother trying to aim when you’re around

-shouts “transfer it!” Even if he’s being guarded

-you know what he’s doing though

-“are you doing that on purpose?”

-“why would I do such a thing? I would never!”

-“you totally are!”

-“I’m offended you would suggest such a thing.”

-becomes a silent competition to see who can be the worst at basketball

-knowing Donnie, he’s not gonna go down without a fight

-but neither are you

-everyone feels bad for Mikey for always being stuck on a team with you two

-well, sucks to be him

-maybe Mikey should actually figure out how to play Rock Paper Scissors when you’re all deciding teams

-all that matters to your two though is that you’re both having fun being terrible together

Mikey:

-didn’t even realize you were bad at it to be honest

-sure, you missed the hoop by like a mile every game, but he never said anything about it!

-only realized your terrible when you actually bring it up

-“did you see the way Donnie practically tripped over his own two feet last night? It was INSANE, baby!”

-“I didn’t, I was kind of too busy tripping on my shoelaces.”

“Oh I didn’t see that. Are you okay?”

-“yeah I’m fine.”

-“how’d you trip over your shoelaces anyway? Weren’t they tied?”

-“they were... but I somehow found a way to trip over them. I’m terrible at the game, babe.”

“What? Psh, no way!”

-loves being on your team anyway

-it’s bonding!

-he’d never miss out on an opportunity to bond

-adores being on the opposite team and purposely dropping the ball for you to grab

-he’s just giving you an opportunity to get better!

-but, what he loves more, is working with you on the same team

-you’re both shorter than the rest of the turtle family, so naturally you both decided to create a technique

-he gets to crouch down, you jump on his back, and he launches you toward the hoop for you to slam dunk!

-it works most of the time

-key word: most

-the rest of the time in ends in a couple bruises and a lot of laughter

-this boy won’t let Leo even get a word out about you being terrible

-and Leo knows better

-he’s had too many run ins with doctor delicate touch in past experiences

-Mikeys always there to listen to you complaining about Leo as well

-even makes ‘after game snacks’ for the two of you while you rage about Leo’s dancing

-looks like Leo has another appointment booked with doctor delicate touch

#rottmnt mikey #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt raph #rottmnt oneshots #rottmnt leo #rottmnt imagine #rottmnt headcannons #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #wattpad #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt

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keysszz · 4 years

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Part of the Family

I wrote this a while ago, when Reparin the Baron first aired, but I still wanted to post it cause I like the story.

A ROTTMNT Fanfic

Mikey jumped from rooftop to rooftop, happily gliding as he went. It was rare when he got to be alone on the building tops of New York, and he enjoyed being by himself and having some alone time outside of the lair. He stopped jumping and looked down onto the city of New York, smiling as he gazed. The humans had looked so peaceful; though he did want to talk to them, he knew he couldn't do so.

He had to stick to the shadows, and he didn't want to scare the humans off. So he sat on the rooftop with his legs dangling over the sides. Just then thunder was heard, and Mikey jumped a bit. He knew that there was rain in the forecast, so he brought his umbrella just in case. Though he did want to enjoy his time a little bit longer, he didn't want to be caught up in the rain. He didn't know why Leo liked the rain so much, but Mikey hated how the rain felt on his scales. It made him feel slimy, and he didn't exactly want to feel like that on the way home. The box turtle stood up and walked away from the edge, making sure to look down once more to see how happy everyone seemed to be. He began to jump from the rooftops again when he spotted someone that looked familiar. He stopped on one of the roofs and looked down.

"Is that..." Mikey stared at the figure below. He gasped once he realized who it was. "Draxum?!"

Draxum was wrapped up in a brown cloth with a cardboard sign beside him. He looked to be shivering, and he wasn't too happy. Mikey stared for a bit longer before deciding to hop down and walk toward him. He knew that Draxum was a threat to them, but something inside of the box turtle told him to walk towards the enemy. He didn't know why, but he just didn't like seeing Draxum suffer, especially not like this.

Once Mikey began to get closer, it had begun to rain. He pulled out his umbrella and walked towards Draxum. The sheep man looked up and recognized Mikey, turning his head in the opposite way in response.

"Hey," Mikey said with a smile. Draxum didn't look up at him, but Mikey sat down beside him and held the umbrella over both of their heads. Draxum looked at the umbrella and back down at the ground. Mikey looked around at the scene in front of him, and he saw that the people around them were walking quickly. They didn't really like the rain either, and they walked to try and get out of it as fast as they could. He looked at the sign beside the sheep man and read what it said: "Will Mutate for Food". Mikey frowned slightly; he didn't like seeing his enemy like this. A couple of days ago, he was as strong as ever in the dark armor. Now, he looked all shriveled up and miserable. He just wanted to help him, but he didn't know how.

"Why are you here?" Draxum asked suddenly. He didn't look at Mikey when he talked, but the box turtle still smiled when he was acknowledged.

"Just wanted to help you out," Mikey said with a grin. "You looked like you needed company."

Draxum looked out from under the umbrella and into the horizon. Mikey knew it would take a while for him to talk, but something inside of him was telling him to stay. Mikey just needed a way to get him to talk more, but he didn't know what would motivate him. He then got an idea in his head.

"So," Mikey started. He saw Draxum glance at him through the corner of his eye. "How did it feel to create us?"

Draxum looked at Mikey and sighed. Mikey beamed at him, realizing that he got him to at least do something other than look at him.

"It was..." Draxum began. "An experience. You turtles weren't the easiest to mutate, but once I had gotten Lou Jitsu's DNA, it had its perks."

"Did you mutate all the time?" Mikey pondered.

"Yes," Draxum answered. "I guess you could say it was a way to express myself."

"I know how that feels," Mikey said. "I express myself with art all the time."

"I never expected for you turtles to turn out the way you did," Draxum said. "Especially Donnie and his inventions... They can be so deadly."

"Wait, you know our names?" Mikey beamed.

"I do hear you guys say each other's names," Draxum said. "I just never said them out loud to you."

"Huh," Mikey thought. He then smiled again. "Yeah, Donnie can be deadly with his weapons."

The two sat in silence for a while, listening to the rain. Mikey had begun to get cold, but he wasn't gonna leave Draxum alone, not until he could help him out.

"Hey, I got an idea!" Mikey said. "What if I found you a place to stay? Then you wouldn't have to sit in this rain all night."

"And where would that be exactly?" Draxum asked.

"I know of a place ," Mikey smiled. "Trust Dr. Positive."

Though he didn't really show it, Draxum did smile a small bit. "Dr. Positive?" he asked.

"Yeah," Mikey said. "He'll set you up with a great place to live. Now come on, we better hurry before it gets taken, and between you and me, I'm not really liking the rain that much. It's getting kinda cold."

Mikey stood up as Draxum did the same. They walked down the alleyways of New York, chatting softly as they walked.

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"See, Dr. Positive sets people up in style!" Mikey said as he walked around the room of the apartment. He learned that a couple of weeks ago that someone was moving out of April's apartment complex, and thought that Draxum would love it since he didn't have a place to live at the moment.

"It is... rather nice," Draxum said as he walked in shortly after. "But why do you refer to yourself as Dr. Positive? I thought your name was Mikey."

"Because it's my cover name," Mikey replied. "But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is that we have to decorate this place to your liking."

Mikey pointed to the box of stuff in the corner of the room. "I found this stuff while we walked here, and I think it would be perfect for you."

Draxum looked over to the box and back at Mikey confused.

"It's not everything you'll need," Mikey began. "But it will at least get you through this week. Hopefully, I can find you a bed so that you aren't sleeping on the floor every night."

"Why?" Draxum said.

"Huh?" Mikey asked. "Why what?"

"Why are you helping me?" he clarified. "We're enemies aren't we?"

"Because..." Mikey didn't exactly know how to answer that. "Because we're family. You created us, and without you, we wouldn't be here. So, I guess I'm doing you a favor, and I kinda like hanging out with you..."

They both stayed silent as the rain fell onto the window sill. Mikey eventually started to move the items out of the box, with a little help from Draxum in the process. Since he didn't know if the sheep man had eaten yet, he decided to get some ingredients from a local store to cook him something. He returned as quickly as he left, and started to prepare his dish.

"You can cook too?" Draxum asked. "I thought you were just into art."

"I like to think of cooking as another art form," Mikey said as he heated up the stove. "It helps me cope sometimes, and it is a great time killer."

Draxum looked at Mikey as he sat down on the stool in the kitchen.

"So," he said hesitantly. "Since I know two things about you, tell me about yourself."

Mikey stared at Draxum in shock, then he started to smile. He had gotten Draxum to talk to him, and he didn't even start the conversation.

"Well," Mikey started. "There's so much about me that I could tell you, but it might keep you up all night. So I'll just start with the basics. I guess you already know my age, so I'll talk about what I like to do first."

As Mikey talked, Draxum began to get more interested in what Mikey was saying. He listened quietly, making sure to hear every detail.

"And I like to go with Donnie when he looks for stuff at the junkyard. There's a lot of cool stuff out there, and if I'm lucky I can find some art stuff that hasn't been completely destroyed. But man, you should see what Donnie can create with that stuff. He can make some pretty cool things, but most of them tend to be things to shred stuff. Also, he once tried to make us all smarter, but it kinda backfired because we became smarter than him. I personally don't remember any of this, but from the number of times he told us, I guess he hated it."

"I thought he didn't show his emotions?" Draxum questioned.

"Normally he doesn't," Mikey responded as he turned off the stove. "But he does care about us. He shows his true feelings every once and a while, but it's mainly when he's near me. He talks to me more than my other brothers, so I usually know what he's thinking first. Plus he helps me out all the time when I don't feel like myself, like when I get nightmares and stuff."

"He is a softshell," Draxum said. "I just didn't think his appearance would go into his personality so literally."

"Yeah," Mikey said with a grin. "He is a softy. Anyway, I finished making some soup, you hungry?"

Mikey poured the soup into two bowls and put them on the table in front of them. They ate as they talked, and Draxum began to feel more relaxed with Mikey. He started to smile more as well, but he tried not to show it. He even laughed at Mikey's jokes, and that was a big improvement. Mikey smiled as Draxum finished his food. Yeah, it was gonna take a while for Mikey to even consider asking Draxum to forgive the humans, let alone invite his family over to talk to him. But, Mikey felt like he had done a good job at helping the sheep man adapt to his new home. He helped out the guy who was formerly known as his enemy, but after today, he could call him a friend. No wait, he was even better than a friend... he was family. He could call him a part of the family now, and Mikey loved that he could spend time with his second father, especially because he wouldn't be fighting him, but instead talking to him like he knew him for years.

#rottmnt fanfic #rottmnt #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt draxum #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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bella-studio · 4 years

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Don't wanna lose

/Listen, this is my first ROTTMNT fan fiction. And I warn you that in the original I wrote it in Russian(because I am from Russia), so there may be a poor translation. Please don't scold me xd. And... My text typography is very different from how many others do it. So... I hope this is not a problem, and you will understand/

“Donnie had a nightmare, but to whom would he go for help, if not his brothers?”

The body hurts unbearably. As if all the bones were crushed into small pieces, as if they were well ground in a blender. I barely rise to my elbows and look around. Blood. A lot of blood. My brothers! They are also in the blood. Do not move. No signs of breathing. They have terrible wounds, and Mikey... Oh no, my poor little brother, he got the most. Looking at his broken shell is worse than the pain that I feel from broken bones now. I try to get up, but I can’t. My tech-bo is broken in half, and the shell sparkles from damaged parts. I hear menacing breath behind me. I turn my head. Shredder. He stands in front of me and looks into my eyes with a predatory gaze. At any second, he could attack me, but he was waiting for something. I hear someone is running. April! She is alive! She runs straight at the enemy with a bat in her hands. What are you doing again?! Run from here! Shredder grabs O`Neil with his claws and throws her to the side under a huge box hanging on the chain of the lift. The next second, the armor quickly chopped off the chains. The load fell on April. I heard a loud crunch of bones, and blood poured out from under the load. The shock froze on my face. And in a split second, Shredder, waving his claws, was in front of me.

— NO! — softshell woke up.

And the next thing he felt was already real pain from hitting the bed cover. Perhaps a broken solarium is not the best option for a place to sleep. Von Ryan rubbed his forehead. He began to breathe air through his teeth, squinting his eyes. Such a dream. But this is not surprising. After a three-day battle with Shredder, the destruction of Donnie’s entire tech and almost premature death, the turtle could not sleep well. All these thoughts of death from the claws of an obsessed armor scared him.

Donatello slowly walked down the stairs from the bed. 03:15 AM. Third time in a week. He rubbed his eyes, leaning against the table. Terribly wanted to sleep, but did not want to return to the nightmare. He needs someone who will help to distract from this. But who? Brothers are not an option. Father too... April. Yes, she also suffered, but she can calmly listen and help. The best friend after all.

Donnie took out his hoodie, left the room, looked around. No one, everyone is sleeping. He slowly but surely headed toward the exit to the surface. He climbed the rusty stairs and opened the hatch. It's raining. To match the mood. Softshell closed the hatch and climbed to the roof of the house. Jogging can also distract. He went straight to his friend, jumping from roof to roof and slapping his feet in the puddles. About ten minutes later he was at her window. It is closed: both the lock and the curtains. Donnie sighed sadly, with his hands in his pocket. Unexpectedly there was a screwdriver. How on time. The turtle held the tool to the lock and stopped. But will it not be a hack? ...Nah, Donnie has the right to do it. He continued to poke around the lock until it clicked, announcing the discovery. Von Ryan slowly opened the window and opened the curtains. But here's what surprised: April sat on her bed in headphones, reading a magazine, under a nightlight:

— Do you know that reading under a dim light is not safe for the eyes? — he said loudly enough for the girl to hear him.

She jerked and looked in his direction, pulling out her headphone. They looked at each other for about ten seconds, until O'Neil spoke:

— Said the one who spent days on end sitting at the phone or laptop. — she answered with a grin.

The girl closed the magazine, put it and the headphones on the pedestal and got out of bed, going to the window from which the softshell peeked out. She shoved him forcefully into the room and closed the window:

— What are you doing here?

— Me? I just wanted to visit you, to check how you are... — he was silent for a while, looking away. — How are you?

The girl raised an eyebrow, looking skeptically at a friend. Donnie sighed, admitting defeat:

— Yeah-yeah, I know, I'm lying bad. Just a mental problem, Apes.

— Do you want me to listen? — in response came a sad nod. — Sit down and wait. Be right back.

April left the room. Donnie, as his friend ordered, sat on the bed and waited, looking at her modest room. Solid walls hung with posters, garlands and photos. Photos with her, his brothers, with Splinter, her mom and Mayhem. Even joint photos with him and April, of which there were about five. Donatello smiled involuntarily. For the sake of such moments as to be with the one you love and cherish every moment, you want to live. April came soon with two cups of tea that both of them like. She crouched next to Don, giving him a cup, he gladly took it:

— Well... What happened? — she asked after a moment of silence.

— I had a nightmare. It has been repeated day after day since we got rid of Shredder.

— And what was there?

Donnie looked at April. And she understood from his gaze. She began to look at the floor, considering everything. It’s strange that it’s Donnie, not even Mikey, who dreams of it:

— It was terrible. — began von Ryan. — I am alone, brothers are dead, there is no tech, I can’t move. Shredder is in front of me, but I see that you are running towards him. But he throws you back and...

— And? — stuttered, the girl asked.

— He killed you. Crushed by a huge cargo box. — Donnie started looking at a point on the wall. — There was a lot of blood, I heard a bone crunch. Shredder wanted to attack me, but I woke up.

April looked frightened at her friend. Everyone shared their dreams with her, even Leo. Even Splinter! But not a single dream was so strange and cruel. And then the first dream that her best friend shared turned out to be just that. She wanted to support him, but Donnie continued:

— You know, I wanted to make a copy of Sunita's brooch. I wanted to become a human, wanted to study at school, go to college... But it turns out that we must fight all the villains, defending New York, and only God knows when this will end! — Donatello sobbed, bitter tears flowed from his eyes, dripping into sweet tea. — I do not want all this... I don’t want eternal battles, I don’t want victims, I don’t want... To die.

— Drop these thoughts, please! — O'Neil exclaimed, wiping the tears from the turtle’s eyes and holding a hand on his cheek. — You know that won't happen. You know that everything will be alright! Yes, we will fight for the preservation of the city, we will fight with the villains, but we will not die.

— YOU DO NOT KNOW THIS! — Don cried out, almost crushing the mug in his hands. He put it quickly on the pedestal and got out of bed. — All I hear is words! "Everything will be fine! We can do it! We will win!" But no one knows the real cruelty of life! However, I lost everything I created over the years in a couple of seconds! Shredder nearly killed me! He nearly crippled Raph and Mikey! He almost crippled YOU! I am glad that we generally survived those three days, but the uncertainty about what will happen scares me! I’m afraid that I can literally lose everything: our adventures, our games, watching TV, pizza, Leo’s jokes, Raph’s hugs, Mikey’s paintings, Splinter’s stories, and, most importantly, my only best friend! SO HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT!? — he abruptly fell silent.

The room became very quiet, only sobs of the softshell and the sound of raindrops on the windowsill were audible. Donnie stood with his hands on his head, it seemed as if it would burst from his own scream. The throat now hurts, tears rolled down in a hail. This silence would have lasted longer if Von Ryan had not heard something. Is April... Crying? But she never... No... No, no, no! Donnie did not want to bring her to tears, he did not want to! The turtle knelt in front of her and put his hands on hers, holding a mug of tea that had already cooled down:

— Forgive me. I shouldn't have yelled at you. You are not to blame for our problems. You shouldn't have been involved.

— What!? — the girl was alarmed. Mayhem, which sat with her and reassured her, flinched. — You want to say that after all that we have experienced I am not a participant in all these troubles?! But I was the first to enter the Secret City. I helped you deal with the Purple Dragons, you guys saved me from Albearto, from Hypnopotamus, you defended my “Normal” day from Foot Clan, you helped to get Mayhem from the mirror, and I helped you with the missions. And remember, if I didn’t get on the train, we would not have guessed where Foot Clan had taken the armor! And you still think that I should not participate in this? So you don’t appreciate me as an important member of the team? As a family member?!

— It's not like that at all, April! — Donnie grabbed the girl by the shoulders. — I appreciate you! As a member of a team or family! And you can’t imagine how much I cherish you! I cherish the moment when we met! And I love you with all my heart, like a sister, but I'm afraid to lose you... — Donnie whispered.

It was a shame. He just wanted help, support, and in the end he upset his friend. What kind of friend is he who raises his voice? April's hand touched turtle's cheek, and he looked at the her. She smiled faintly. She is no longer angry, but a precipitate of sadness remains in her eyes:

— You're a fool. — O'Neil grinned. — Well, come here. — she put the mug down on the pedestal next to his and opened her arms for a hug.

Donnie looked at April in surprise. They had not hugged together for so long, as if never. Von Ryan wiped away his tears and reached for his friend, clutching in "warm shackles." They sat like this for about five minutes. April began to giggle.

— What are you doing? — Donnie asked perplexedly, not breaking his arms.

— It's nothing. Just... To talk out, we had to yell at each other. I hope this does not happen again?

— We’ll try to prevent this... Listen, um... Can I stay with you this night?

— Of course, dude. Of course. Just sleep on the couch. — she laughed. — Just kidding, of course. You sleep with me, so that in case of what I reassured you.

— Pf! As you say, April.

I wanted to write that Donnie is more outspoken with April

Just adore these two

/if there are errors in the translation, then tell me about them. I am doing my best/

#rottmnt #Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2018 #Donnie #donatello #rottmnt donnie #april #april o'neil #rottmnt april #someday i will write about apritello #rottmnt fic

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chickenscript · 6 years

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or, you vent and the rottmnt turtles comfort you

Michelangelo (you did a bad thing):

- you...you messed up.

- you said some things you really didn’t mean. it was just one of those days for you; everything was going wrong and you had the worst temper when it was pushed. so, when mikey popped into your room without telling you, you snapped. you wanted time alone and he was impeding on that.

- you told him off for coming without notice, this was your room. your space. permission needed to be asked before someone just barged in like they owned the place.

- he tried to say he wanted to surprise you. april told him you weren’t looking so happy that day but that just made the burning under your skin hotter.

- you didn’t like people being in your business or talking about you behind your back, and you tell him just that. and then to flat out leave.

- he does.

- and now, after pummeling your frustration out on your uncle's old punching bag, you’re plagued by mike’s hurt face as it pops into your mind.

- some days, you wish you could slug yourself for acting so rashly when you were mad. how could you just go off on someone as soft as mike?

- you beat yourself up about it for the rest of the night until you get up and decide you need a walk. a long one. when you come back home, you hear a rattle from the fire escape on the side of your building. you go to investigate and there’s undeniable sniffling coming from up there.

- on the third story escape, there’s a huddled little figure.

- your heart pangs.

- “Mike?” you call. they freeze up, but start climbing down.

- the turtle slips along on the rungs and the ladder to the escape gets flung down- getting stuck half way. mike is hanging upside down from it with an expression that makes you ache all over.

- he looks like he was crying and might again.

- he asks if he ever did anything wrong- if he wasn’t a good friend, and you shake your head. reaching for his face, but then hesitating. this was your fault.

- he loosely grabs your wrists and guides your hands where they were headed, like a child seeking an anchor for comfort.

- you sigh.

- you were the one who wasn’t acting like a friend, and you were sorry. so. sorry.

- he gets his legs loose from the ladder and vaults down so you two can hug it out as mikey reminds you that all was forgiven. you were just having a bad day.

- you say that doesn’t excuse you but he shakes his head.

- you apologized and that’s that.

- only real friends apologize and take responsibility for their own mistakes.

- you hold him tighter and don’t say anything back this time.

- god, you had it good.

- and you really owed it to the both of you to make some hot, forgiving chocolate to settle all this stress.

Donatello:

- you fucked up part of an experiment of his.

- it set a fire and you two scrambled around like headless chickens putting it out. (the two fire extinguisher he nabbed the other day were in the most forgettable place)

- guilt pitted in your stomach. he spent months on that and you blew it up with one wrong, stupid move. you knew you weren’t smart enough to be allowed to help with stuff that required something more than a clumsy set of hands. as he’s busy coughing on some smoke, you slip out of the lab.

- you were so bad at doing things right.

- you just ruined someone’s hard work. someone who worked day in and day out on things he was feeling particularly passionate about. he gave a chunk of himself to every one of his projects and there was always a glitter in his eyes and the way he talked about them.

- you kept berating yourself over it as don found you in a wispy hallway.

- he’s covered in soot, like you, and touches your shoulder.

- you flinch and can’t dare meet his eyes.

- he asks you what’s wrong, as he snaps up his goggles - they left rings around his eyes that the soot hadn’t got to -, and you say you’re sorry.

- sorry for fucking everything up.

- you don’t expect him to give a lengthy sigh; you think he might agree and ban you from any future experiments or projects, but that’s more harsh of an image than don could be painted in. his personality was indifferent within reason.

- it was an accident, he insists, and squeezes your shoulder in an attempt of comfort. it was a small gesture, but not coming from don.

- he could move on, rebuild. he couldn’t just hang himself up on one failure. like you told him once.

- you feel the knotting anxiety in your stomach stop squirming a bit, your eyes flicker to your shoes, then your clenching hands.

- ...

- you’re still sorry-

- he knows.

Leonardo:

- you feel like you're falling a part.

- one of the people who was supposed to be your friend, intimidated by the challenge, ditched you in the middle of a fight with some ornery street thugs looking to pinch some wallets for easy money.

- they said they weren't built for that type of shit. which included sticking it out with a friend.

- you are rage.

- you feel every little prick of it burning bright in your chest, but you also feel the sting of betrayal.

- you'd known them since grade school, how could they do this to you? someone who was supposed to stick by you through thick and thin. you refuse to answer their calls when the fight is over and make a point to block their number on the way home. you've got a bruising cut on your cheek but it's nothing compared to the tear your friend gashed onto your heart.

- you basically kick the front door to your apartment down and slam it shut again. your uncle would've been pissed if he were here. but probably more pissed about your friend once you told him.

- jigsaw- your dog - wants to comfort you, and snuffles at you're hand as you dump yourself onto the couch.

- you're fuming with all sorts of emotions and your body didn't really know how to cope.

- so you you shout, raw and angry, and then start crying. not the bawl your eyes out type, the my-eyes-won't-stop type. and they’re not sad tears, just more angry. and they burn your eyes and blaze trails down your cheeks.

- leo finds you like that.

- he asks you what happened as soon as he sets foot in the den. bounding over to sit next to you. you stubbornly wipe away tears and snot, and give a curt explanation. it's full of cusses.

- leo looks angry too now but more concerned about your face and whether you're injured anywhere else.

- you assure him you're not - the other guy looks way worse - and your chest aches.

- you're just disappointed.

- leo offers a hug and you accept. it feels so nice. having someone actually be there when you needed them and not running away to leave you for dead. as dramatic as that may sound.

- when you pull away, he sighs with an awkward smile. he admitted he wasn’t good at this, comforting people.

- you laugh and say he wasn’t doing a bad job. you certainly didn't feel too bad anymore.

- besides, you never knew what you were doing half the time either when you tried to help people.

Raphael:

- inexplicably hollow.

- that’s how you feel. you don’t even know why, or rather, you forget until you look at your phone innocently resting on your dresser.

- that’s right. your uncle bailed on you. he said he was gonna make it to your big game today, but then he was no show. your team won, sure, but it didn’t feel like as epic a last victory as it should have because the man who practically raise you, bailed. or well, he was never turned up in the first place.

- he wasn’t home either when you got there and you should have known before you even had to set foot through the door.

- there’s a note on the kitchenette island that says he was put on the roster for overtime and couldn’t get out of it, but you knew if he cared half as much as he used, if he was the same person as he used to be.

- back when he drove through traffic like a maniac to get you to a talent show, made tickets to see the Lion King happen and practically hijack a van he only paid half priced for to get you both to Disneyland for the first time - then he would have made it.

- no matter what.

- you were trying so hard at school, so hard to keep things in your life balanced so you could have the turtles to look forward to some days and your uncle on the nights he was home. but your uncle, he didn’t seem like he was returning that effort with his own anymore.

- he just didn’t seem like he was...there.

- even when he was, things didn’t feel the same like years before.

- you both just felt too tired, rundown.

- that's what you tell raph on your roof, sitting on his shoulder.

- but then he tells you there's no way your uncle could just stop caring. everything you just told raph highlighted how much your uncle did for and meant to you.

- no way could someone just drop all the love they had for someone over nothing. maybe it's just that times are different, they changed and they're still changing. just look at where you are now- nothing like when you little, right?

- you stare at your dangling feet and the busted up cleats on them, and you remember that...your uncle, he's still there.

- whenever you talked to him, the first thing he would ask is how your day went. even if his was shitty. he was still there. barely, but still there. and you missed him, but he was there.

- and so were you friends.

- everybody was there.

- you were still there.

- you’re still here.

- it’s okay.

- you’re okay.

- you just have to fight the emptiness when it comes.

- you hug raph, and mumble your thanks as you struggle not to cry into his neck.

- he pats your back and gives a smile, snaggletooth poking out, "No problem pal- that's what friends are for."

- you can't hold back the water works at that point, and raph doesn't mind.

- this is what friends are for.

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undercoverwizardninjaturtle · 5 years

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Shattered Part 2: A ROTTMNT Fanfiction

Summary: The Best intentions don’t always don’t always have the Best results.

Word Count: 2545

Pairing: NONE

Rating: G

A/N I base Donatello’s struggles and Autism on my own experience and those of my family members who also have Autism. Also don’t be too mad at Leo, he’s trying

also I tried for HOURS to make a link to the previous chapter. I gave up, i’m sorry. I can’t even edit this thing after I post it to fix it, so this is it i’m sorry

Believe it or not, a family of mutants can have a normal morning.

For eleven year old Leo, that involved a bowl of Lou Jitsu Cereal, drowned in sugar (because the cereal was three years past its expiration date), and a morning of cartoons along his brothers. All crowded around the new projector Donnie had set up a few days ago. Which was a blessing, seeing as up until then they had to make do with an old rabbit antenna tv set that was always green.

Raph laughed loudly at the cartoons antics just as Donnie joined them, a plate of plane toast in his hands and his newly built tablet shoved under his arm, “Alright who has it?”

‘Has what?” Leo said without looking away from the screen

“My headphones,” As usual, even though Donnie was only eleven he spoke as though everyone else was the biggest idiot in the world. Leo never took offense though, if anything he thought it was flattering to be considered that stupid, “It’s 10:00 which means its time for my Ted Talk hour. I need my headphones back.”

Mikey finally tore his eyes away from the screen before popping up to his feet, ‘Oops! Sorry D, hold on,” he put his bowl precariously on a stack of magazines before hurrying away.

“See? No worries D.” Leo gave his brother one of his smiles, only to be returned with a scowl

“Leo, he took my headphones.”

“He borrowed them.”

“He took them without permission, I took me weeks to get all the parts I needed from the dump.”

Leo knew where this was headed, and unfortunately Raph was a little too wrapped up In the Looney Toons to pay attention to them. He set his bowl down as well before walking over, “D,” he thought carefully about what he was going to say, “He took them, but he didn’t’ do it to hurt you. You know, that right?”

Donnie glared at him, but Leo could see the anger and frustration slowly fading from his eyes. It had taken Leo a while to figure out how to calm Donnie down, usually facts did the charm. Information, something irrefutable, a word he had learned from Don, and thankfully Donnie was more forgiving of Mikey then the rest of them.

And it worked like a charm, Donnie took a deep breath,” Yeah…yeah, I know…” he exhaled a slowly breath, “he was curious…”

“Only cause he’s never seen a set of Bluetooth headphones before. Or headphones at all.”

Again, Donnie went silent, then nodded, “Maybe…I should make him a pair too.”

“I bet he’d like that. And if you want to go ahead and make us a third official unofficial twin robot-”

For the first time Donnie smiled, “That would be a triplet, would you and Raph like a pair too?”

“yes!’ Raph called from his spot without looking. Mikey hurried back into the living space, headphones in his hands with a guilty look on his face, “I’m sorry D, I cleaned them off with those wipes you like.” He held them out to him,” I’m sorry.”

Donnie again took a small breath and Leo worried that maybe he hadn’t calmed down enough but instead Donnie took the headphones back, “Just ask next time.”

“I will.” Mikey glanced over to Leo before walking back over to their cartoon morning. IT helped that Leo knew Mikey was truly sorry, but out of all their family members he was sure Mikey understood Donnie’s situation the least. That was something he had to fix soon before he did something Donnie couldn’t forgive. Leo smiled back at Donnie, “See?”

“Yeah,” Don’s eyes fell back on the purple headphones in his hands. Leo knew they were more than just a frivolous gizmo. They not only hooked up to everything electronic in the lair that had audio but also acted as noise filtering headphones when there was too much noise stimulation for Donnie to handle. “I didn’t mean to get worked up thanks Leo.”

“No prob.” And with that the morning almost seemed redeemable. Until Leo gave Donnie a pat on the shoulder with a large grin, “See? Aren’t you happy I’m always around to defuse you?” before he went back over to his breakfast, enjoying a morning he would forget by the next morning.

Leo didn’t notice the pain that filled Donnie’s eyes, or how Donnie stood completely still for several moments before scrubbing at his eyes and hurrying back to his room. Just like no one noticed the muffled sobs that came from his room for a few moments

Just like Leo didn’t ‘noticed Donnie changed after that day

-now-

Believe it or not, Leo did not like always being right. Well, he enjoyed being right most of the time. It was a sensation he never tired of. But sometimes being right wasn’t a great reward.

Especially after last night.

The red slider turtle squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on the sound of a gurgling coffee pot and overwhelming smell of the rancid bean drink. It wasn’t his favorite smell, but one of Donnie’s favorite things in the world. Responsible for many late nights, it was a personal joke for him to try and hide Donnie’s coffee maker wherever he could. Mostly to see his official unofficial twin tear the lair apart in a half-awake rage to find it. He didn’t’ much feel like laughing right now. Right now, he just wanted to make his brother coffee.

“-but I still don’t’ get how the Soup Minister found the Soup Princess- “

“You gotta pay attention Raph, Lou Jitsu was in a love triangle with Minister Minestrone and Princess Pumpkin - Yo Leo! What are you doing up this early? Are you putting dirt in Donnie’s coffee again? You know he hates that.”

For a moment Leo couldn’t bring himself to turn around, instead he focused on the brown liquid dripping to the coffee pot, “I’m not putting dirt in it.”

“fertilizer again? Seriously? That made him sick last time- “

Leo turned around, “I’m not making him dirt, or anything! I’m just making him coffee.” For a moment, he felt better to see Raph’s face slowly fade into confusion. Satisfied, in a way he didn’t like, “you ok man? You look awful?”

“Do I? Gee I hadn’t noticed, I was just up half the night with Donnie weeping in my arms then the other half cleaning up his room while he slept in my bed, so no Raphie I bet I do look awful.”

Raph blinked at him, others might have thought his inability to comprehend his words was because of a limited intelligence, but Leo knew better. Raph was capable but morning brain could take down anyone. Finally, it seemed to hit the largest brother, “Is Donnie ok?”

“NO, he’s not, he came home trashed his room, and came to room in mumbling about some weird facts. When I tried to talk to him, he just fell apart.”

“Where’s he now?”

“Sleeping, he cried but after a while he just pulled away and curled up on my bed. I thought it was better to let him sleep there. I checked on his room, a breaking mess even by Splinters standards I picked up whatever I could. I only got done recently then I came in here.” Uh oh, he could feel the anger coming back, building in his stomach,” I told you something was wrong. I TOLD YOU something bad would happen! And now- “Leo paused, taking a breath, sometimes he forgot to do that when he was riled up, “Now he’s home, with a black eye, and I don’t know what’s going to happen when he wakes up- “

“This isn’t’ dirt is it?”

For a moment, Leo almost forgot whey he was so mad. In unison the three brothers turned towards the sputtering coffee pot to where said Donnie was standing, giving them all a confused if not suspicious look “Which one of you heathens made this?” Before exhausted eyes fell on Leo, “It was you wasn’t’ it? I got sick last time when you put fertilizer in my coffee- “

“I- “ok shock over, “NO its just coffee I promise D.”

Donnie narrowed his eyes at him, before looking back to his coffee mug. Sniffing it, “Ok I trust it for now, but if I end up getting poisoned again, I will NOT be happy. Now, if you will excuse me, I have A LOT of work to do.” Before exit the room

For a moment, the remaining group could only stand there, before Mikey spoke up, “Um, yeah Leo he’s a total mess.”

“I-He- “it wasn’t often he was at a loss for words, but it was known to happen. Instead he waved at Raph and Mikey, “Just give me a minute!” before running out of the room. By the time he reached Don’s bed room, Don had already set his cup down and was picking up one of the boxes, “I supposed I should thank you for cleaning this up, soooo consider this that.”

“No problem.” Back in the bed room and the remains of everything Donnie had destroyed last night. Now that he was more awake, he could see that, thankfully, the monitors and more complex equipment was undamaged, but Don’s personal computer anything else had been broken in one way or another. Don’s loft bed had even been knocked over, “I guess you had a rough night?”

“I guess.” Donnie picked through the box before looking to Leo for the first time since he entered the room,” Have you seen my phone?”

Leo thought back to that night before reaching into his satchel, “I found it in here last night, I’m sorta surprised you didn’t’ have it on you.”

“Thanks.” Donnie took the phone from him before setting it on his desk, calmly pulling out the head piece of his bust, and slamming the large piece of metal over phone a dozen or so times with such ferocity Leo leapt back to avoid the showing of metal and glass. He jumped back so far, he collided with the chest of his oldest brother who had come to investigate the noise, “What the hell just happened?!”

“Uh, “Leo wasn’t’ quite sure himself, “I think Donnie just destroyed his phone with his own face.”

“Would you two calm down,” Donnie called from his spot, “I have extras and it backed up to my server.”

Calming down would have been fun, except he had once seen Donnie yell at a kitten for looking at his phone. But instead he gave Raph a pat on the stomach, “I’ll take care of this go ahead.’” Except when he turned to walk back into the room, Raph grabbed his shoulder and yanked him out of the space hard enough to make Leo yelp in surprise. Spinning him till Leo was facing him, two giant hands on his shoulders as Raph glanced back into the bed room then to him, “Look I know you want to help Donnie, and that you’re way better at this then I am, but doesn’t it seem like you should leave him alone before he treats your face like his phone?”

“I know Donnie’s a little unpredictable sometimes, but I can handle him. It’s a twin thing, if there’s anyone who can help him chill out it’s Leon.”

Raph gave him a look that clearly said, ‘do you REALLY have this or are you just saying that to make me go away’ but did so anyway. For a few moments, Leo stood at the doorway as Donnie puttered around the boxes. Donnie glanced at his direction with enough heat to stop him. He probably would have stepped closer except Donnie still had a death grip on his bust and it was becoming more and more likely by the second. So instead he took a different approach, “Have you eaten yet Don?”

“I’ll eat later, there’s too much work to do.”

“I can see that.” He took a step deeper into the room again, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

That was about what he expected. Leo moved over to lean on Don’s desk. Without really thinking about it, he drifted his hand out to land on his brothers’ shoulder, “D, bro its me. It’s Leon Neon. You can talk to me ok man? Why don’t you tell me what happened at the Yokai Mart? Did you get mad at someone? Did you get lost- “

“I said no, now let it go. I went out, came back and now I’m working. End of story. Why don’t you go calm someone else down?”

A flush of shame filled him, of course Donnie had heard him say that. But he shook it off, “Come on you know I have to talk that way to Raph he doesn’t get you like I do.”

“Yeah you get me, you can read my mind, you can defuse me. Now leave, I have a room to rebuilt”

“Yeah it needs to be rebuilt because you destroyed it, don’t you understand that?!”

Don’s shoulder jerked free of his hand and turned to him, “I understand, Leo because I did it. I know what I did. If it had been or Mikey or even, you none of you would have given it a second thought. But because I have Autism, everyone’s freaked out. So, they have to send in the bomb squad.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to help, you’re the one who blew up- “

Before Leo could finish his thought, and to be honest he wasn’t sure wanted to before Donnie’s hands came up and shoved him hard in the chest. The red slider turtle stumbled back, his shell hitting the desk to his right with a crash before falling onto the ground. His head was spared any contact with the ground, but he looked at Donnie with shock, only to be met with the same shocked expression “Leo-I-I’m sorry are you alright?”

“Yeah, just a little bruised.” He was about to climb to his feet when Donnie quickly took his hand and yanked him up hard enough to make him stumble. He danced for a little bit to keep standing before turning his attention back to Donnie, his eyes swimming in tears. “D- “

“Can you please go now? I don’t want talk anymore.”

“I- “Leo paused,” Donnie- “he wanted to argue. He wanted to stay. He wanted to assure Donnie that he was fine, that he was still here to help him. But now his brother was trembling so hard he was afraid he would fall apart altogether. And he knew if he tried to hold him like he did last night, it would only make things worst.

Donnie didn’t want comfort, or a shoulder to cry on

He wanted to be alone.

“Ok. I’ll go. I’m sorry,” Leo took several steps back, unwilling to let his brother out of his sight incase he changed his mind and asked Leo to stay. But he knew better, “I love you bro.” he said before leaving through the curtain.

A moment later he heard Donnie burst into tears for the second time in twenty-four hours.

And he was left helpless

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