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Prologue: Adrenaline Will Be there

> Disastrous or Beneficial? // A ROTTMNT X READER

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Various!Rottmnt x Modern!Fem!Reader

— WARNING !!

Heavily Contains: BLOOD, GORE, CURSING, IMPLIED ASSAULT, ZOMBIES, DISTURBING IMAGES, MURDER, & MENTAL DETERIORATION

Please, leave if you can't handle gore very well, I will draw some scenes in every chapter, whether they will be gore or not. Though, I would not show heavy gore as they will be blocked or will be more shadowed, so please, take heavily precautions on reading my fic.

If you still want to read my fanfic without the images, you can go to my AO3. Thank you for reading.

Keep in mind; the turtles are already in their early 20's, and so does the reader or you. (2-3 years from the movie)

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You're not really the most extravagant and most interesting person ever. Or for what you've thought. You always have seen yourself as an outsider, per say. It took you a prolonged time to accept it, to accept that you were always have been different.

TMNT is an infamous literacy that you enjoy, a lot. But some people find it weird, they find it truly strange. You thought that it was a normal thing to like since it was popularized amongst the internet, but real life is different than the literacy you've been familiar with.

But you've learned enough to just not care anymore, hell, what's wrong with liking unusual things? It's not gonna hurt anyone. Instead, it helps you, and that's the only thing that matters.

You find yourself thinking that you were selfish for opposing even though you are not. You know that, you can't- wouldn't let the ‘norm’ demand you to become something like ‘this’ or ‘these’. It's sad. Pathetic even.

But it's harmless and you can't really do anything, not right now.

Living as a strange one can be disheartening and anguishing to feel, not many friends yet not lonely. They were just your acquaintances. Yeah, you had friends online but you still find yourself ineffective from that.

Ding!

The microwave where it lays at the counter top of your kitchen, performs a loud sound that disturbs your reminiscing in your own, presumably, teenage life. It scared you, but that's not anything new.

You turned around, already imagining the nice, warm smell of your heated food. You were already hungry, too hungry. You never really find yourself yearning to eat, sometimes. Summer didn't really help much. It only makes you lose your insanity, or for what it feels like. Summer doesn't sound fun all that much.

You grabbed the bowl wearily, being careful to not let your fingers burn from the heat. You smiled as you inhaled the warm scent from your food, glad that you can finally eat.

You grabbed a spoon in a nearby drawer, relieved that you could finally eat, you can already feel the hunger worsen just by smelling the food as you held it. You leisurely move to sit at a nearby table already thinking about what you would watch on your phone.

You heard faint steps at a distance, getting closer to you. It was amble, heavy like an adult, it was unsettling, unusual. You ignored it. There could be an intruder but that's unlikely, who would even commit an intrusion in the middle of the day?

You're not really alone, you had your cousin. She has always been your classmate or the closest cousin ever. Both of your parents were siblings, extremely close siblings. You can even consider her as your sister at this point but you're ceasing it. You hated being with this cousin.

She has always been overshadowing you. She has always been the most ideal compared to you. But people still see that you two were similar, maybe it's because of how you look or how you two act? You don't see it. You never fazed that idea.

You were mindlessly scrolling, pirating a movie or a series. You always have a thing for apocalyptic literacy, it amazes you. Your dreams didn't help much, you dreamt of nightmarish dreams. It interest you rather than scare you

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“Experimental” // request

Donnie x GN!Reader

author's note; hello, yes, yes, yes i know. i have forgotten my sweet, sweet darlings, fear not! as i have been done by that devilish of hell (known as school) that has been upheld for the time being.

ok enough of that, this is requested by @/EvilAngelx on ao3(readers gender wasn't mentioned)

btw, will be doing a second pov for the rest of the fic !!

Synopsis: A crazed, infectious scientist and almost sane person swapped.

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You and Donnie were doing experiments as usual and doing ‘ordinary and basic things’ as what he said. Mostly Donnie was the one doing experiments, and you're just being...you. Sometimes, you help, sometimes you don't. There's really no in-between.

Donnie offered last night to you if you could assist him on this body experiment, based off something Henrik Ehrsson made. You didn't have any plans on the following day so you carelessly agreed. Dating the mad scientist does really infect your mental capacity and mental health (ironically). Yes, infect you. Doing experiments with him is fun. You do get teased here and there, mostly from Leo's but hell, you're having fun.

You spent a few minutes in his Laboratory, waiting for him to finish his techy stuff that you wouldn't understand. There are forms of equipment and tools that were made by his Ninpo, illuminating his dark purple tinted lab with bright purple lights. His Lab couldn't be more purple, you thought.

You then hear an ecstatic hum from him, meaning he must've finished his thing. The bright, translucent purple disappeared into the air, a few spectacles of rectangular shapes were visible as it dissipated.

"I apologise for the wait, my oh-so esteemed partner!" He gushed, it was sarcastic...or not? You don't know, he didn't say it in the third person view. But you had to imitate him, it was ‘the way of the two lovebirds’ way of flirting that Leo have said..

"Oh! My oh-so esteemed erudite and complex scientist of a partner! I have been withering in the relentless grasp of the monotony in your precious laboratory.." You hold out your arm in your chest as the other on top of your head like a damsel in distress. That's too much. But hey, he's dramatic as well, you're just imitating your boyfriend after spending time with him for years.

"Ok, primadonna, enough of that." He chuckled at your behaviour, proud indeed. He had a soft blush, he always loved being complimented even if it's sarcasm but both of you know that you mean it.

"Let's start, shall we? Shelldon will help us out as this experimentation does indeed work on two people.." The said robot appeared with confetti, introducing itself proudly and confidently. Donnie stared at his creation, deadpanning.

Shelldon has a proud smile to itself, ignoring the mess it created. It bowed or lowered itself to make a bow to you. Yes it's a thing, it's adorable, but he somehow acts like a human. I guess, that's what AI is. That's what Donnie's supposedly child is.

"Waasssup??" It didn't even look at it's creator, it looked at you. It was trying to impress you.

Before you could respond, Donnie cleared his throat. Trying to take the attention of the robot to himself. He looked at his floor once again and questioned it.

"Shelldon..clean the mess that you had created. Right. Now." He demanded, crossing out his arms like a father. He acts like Draxum and you can't unsee it. The robot grumbled, but looked at the floor. A cleaning bot was on its way. A dark purple metal robot vacuum went and cleaned the mess.

Shelldon hummed, saying a silent ‘Shit's sweet, huh?’ to Donnie. Donnie just lets it go as he remembered that you're in the scene, he knew you'll be upset AND defend Shelldon. Oh how heartbroken he is, seeing his beloved turning agains him.

He looked at you with narrowed and a little dramatic frown from him. You couldn't help but roll and smirk at his attempt to make you feel pity for him. He shakes his head, he tries to refuse his smile sneaking, denying his defeat from his son.

"Ugh, come on... let's start this experiment." He gets up, walking forward to a pair of built placed treatment or patient chairs on both sides with the middle having a monitor attached to it. Despite the other irrelevant technologies littered around it, it's fairly neat and well organised. Donnie does like his lab being organised, or maybe started to organise his technologies again after almost a few months had passed.

He signaled you to come near the closest treatment chair, you followed and knew what he was signaling. You went to the side and sat, you put your leg on the leg rest, not laying. You were anxious as always. It is scary. But you trust him and you would haunt him forever if something happened to you.

He noticed you, ah right.

"It'll be okay, hm?" He smiled, touching your hand genuinely. He means it, he always has, every single time. And you love him for that. You sighed, touched with just a minimum of affection he acts just for you. He's not really good with feelings (ok einstein), let alone being in a relationship, but he still tries.

You lay on the chair, crossing your arms and shuddering from the cold metal hitting your body despite wearing clothes. He flashed another smile and went to grab a goggle looking thing. It was that thing he was working on earlier but it's not that instead it's an extra one where it's already attached to the machinery or monitor next to it.

"Just tell me- tell Shelldon if anything hurts, alright, dear?" He assured you again, he was a littleeeee bit worried but he's confident in his abilities. Shelldon interrupted him, cringing from his father's unusual and unlike behaviour.

"Ewww, just get it on with it already dudes!" It shouts, narrowing it's own digital eye. You couldn't help but be embarrassed or flustered by it. You stare at Donnie once again. Smiling back.

He puts the goggles on your head, letting your sight take over the darkness. It was heavy, it made you stumble a bit but you didn't made it noticeable.

You heard some shuffling and some sounds; assuming it's from Shelldon flying around. You hear some clicks from the machinery, pressing keys in the keyboard.

You wait patiently yet nervously...

Then your vision was ingulfed by the lab's ceiling. You looked to the machinery next to you, wondering what's going on around you. You were only then got surprised, you next to the machinery, you were there laying. Is this the experiment? You feel a light weight on your head, you touched the goggles, confused on why the weight changed. Before you could touch it, you noticed your hands. Anddddd....

"Holy shit-" You heard Donnie's voice echoing from your own ears. It was you who made that. Damn.

"Ah...dudess? Father- there seems to be a problem- uh oh!" Shelldon taps aggressively on the keyboard with his mechanical arms. Your body quickly sits down from the chair but both legs are still on the leg rest. Your body gets closer to Shelldon, you couldn't really make out what expression you're making.

Is your body or Donnie panicking? Wait- Should you too????

There was a warning that popped up, before anything Shelldon pulled out extra pairs of mechanical hands and swept the goggles and threw it, causing an explosion. Good thing it was a bare spot.

You wide eyed now fully sitting upright. You looked at yourself, finding your body fully wide eyed, you were tweaking. Donnie's tweaking. I mean- atleast it was successful? Right?

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After calming down, which was about an hour. An hour of Donnie's body and your body fighting and defending Shelldon. It was hectic but you two tied, Shelldon didn't help much, he was making it worse by being a teaser to Donnie, throwing a raspberry in his eyes or a pixel emoji in its eye sliding.

But the experiment wasn't supposed to end up like that. It was only just a mere illusion, to see each other's perspective differently and even reacting to touch and whatnot. Instead of ending up on a safer option, you end up on this neural brain networks jibber-jabber swapping thing or what Donnie theorizes. Body swapping in history hasn't been achieved yet so it was still a mystery on how or why it happens. Maybe in the Hidden City perhaps? But you do know that Donnie isn't quite fond of mystic crap.

"Stop worrying! It's uhmm..not a big deal, right?" You tried to lighten the mood, still uncomfortable or unaccustomed to being in Donnie's body. Your body stared at you at disbelief.

"Dearest- we're literally IN another person's body! How can I not be worried-" Your body's hand frantically scattered, he was really freaking out.

"...BUT! IT'S QUITE EXHILARATING TO ACHIVE ON ONE OF THE MOST QUESTIONED AND THEORIZED EXPERIMENTS EVER!!! OHH!!! And- and..."

or not.

But you were damned surprised by his outburst, it was adorable but at least he's not that upset. Though, maybe you were the one who was freaking out. Yeah, this is pretty cool but it was quite terrifying.

He clears his throat, shambling you from your own over-scruntinizing.

"Cough cough. I mean is...that... I'll fix this, don't you worry." Your body nodded encouragingly, your body stands up and went to the explosion that occured and the machinery. Already dragging Shelldon. You would help buuuttt, what's fun in that?

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The rest of the week, you were scattered around the lair. His brothers were surprised, seeing their own brother outside of his lab almost everytime. It was fun pranking them, saying incoherent words or sentences that isn't even makes sense and it was Donnie's mouth and voice.

Of course, there were side affects on your action goofing around. And that is, going and fighting off crime. After being exposed and have been well-known after defeating a whole Alien Invasion can make them be heroes and being heroes mean, fighting off crime every now and then. Mostly, mystic crime, it's a necessity.

Going to battle with no knowledge of Donnie's ninpo is hard, it was later revealed when you, your body went and saved you from Ghost Bear's attack. Summoning a purple, mystic rocket to Ghost Bear's face. Yikes.

Then now, his brothers full know who's the real Donnie and who's not. There were some questions as expected but that means there's no fun anymore. Of course, you got scolded. Though, it's fun.

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author's note; didn't expect it to be this time consuming, i swear im trying to get my ass from the ground and be more productive. sorry for the wait @/EvilAngelx !!

I have yet another thought on making another book (not a request/onshot/headcannon) but with various!rottmnt x reader and set into a more modern or more neutral terms for mutants/yokai/magic and humans (basically, living with one another like it's normal)

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Talk To You //

Hopeless!Romantic!Donnie x Fem!Reader

author's note; kinda like a song fic (it's not) but yeah, super super late though!!  Donnie's POV btw!!

yes it's been a 3 months 😋

Synopsis; Donnie has been keeping an eye on someone, being a hopeless romantic and his ”bad boy image“ isn't particularly helping.

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I hate this, I really hate this. Einstein, fucking help me. I wasn't supposed to like her! I wasn't supposed to like anyone!! I do not have any romantic feelings to her. But every single thing that I researched said otherwise. Even my own brother says so!! Why does everytime I look at you I get so— vulnerable? Staring at your face always made me calm. Admiring? Ew. But— those little short eye contacts are indescribably astonishing to feel. Maybe just maybe?

I don't know. You're messing up my mind- you little—

"Gahh, what should I do?" I groaned and slammed my head onto my table, a pencil fell from the said table. I stayed silent, frustrated at this ungodly useless feelings I've been feeling. I couldn't take her off my mind. All day long, I daydream about her which takes most of my productivity a waste. I haven't done anything but think about that little twat.

Reflecting doesn't help at all, all I think was her and her! Thinking about now, I just don't know why you keep being calm even though I've been so mean to you. I shouldn't do anything stupid like that but I can't help it, I'm figuring this out.

Feelings are so complicated to feel and such an unfortunate thing for me to have something people call as “humane“.

"Hey Donnie! Someoneeee~ got pizza!! She has your favourite!" Leo yelled at the other side of my door. Disturbing me from my reminiscing of this said person. Leo always knew about what our relation—rivalryship (even if it's partially one-sided) is. And he uses it as an advantage to tease me, specifically—fucking with me up.

I wouldn't blame him entirely though, I liked and hated this feeling. He doesn't know anyway. I wouldn't blame him aswell, she's really...cool, I guess.

I stopped myself from thinking about her before it gets worse. I fixed myself, not just physically but mentally, it's an eager to make her impress. But she wouldn't be impressed as I have been mean to her.

As I went to the main room, I wasn't particularly sure where they were but as I, the genius, were right. They were all huddled up with each other. Apparently they missed her for being gone for 13 days, 56 minutes and 12 seconds-

Goddamnit it...

"Ughhh, finally!! Some break from that shithole." She complained, I wondered. She picked a sliced pizza on the placed pizza on the ground and sat at the bean bag. She sighed releasing the stress and pain from her back...I suppose.

"Girl. Spill everything."  Leo spoke excitedly like a girl's girl. Everyone gets their preferred pizza and/or pillows, blankets and sat with her. Curious on her new stories about her college.

I was really uninterested about school, but I find myself listening on her rantings about the latest drama, tea and struggles on her daily life of college. I somewhat don't understand her words, I don't care anyway. Her voice has always been nice to hear even if she stuttered sometimes.

But every flaws she had was attractive. It's...unfair. That she's so extraordinary and remarkable human that we happen to stumble upon. I looked at her longingly, eyeing her squinted smile, her pimples, her.

I wish I can talk to you.

To talk to you without any mean remarks towards her, to be able to hear her laugh and compliments towards my acts.

I want to be near her, to feel her presence all of the time. To spend time with her just like my brothers do. How I envy them, surprisingly.

It's so frustrating, it's been years. I've been struggling with my quote unquote "love" or "admiration" towards her. She must be a witch, no one can make me feel like a hopeless pathetic, lovesick dog!

Even if I wanted to confess, I wouldn't have the chance to, I'm way too vulnerable when we're alone. I get so shy and flustered to do it.

Let alone I'm horrible at confronting my feelings, I can even write a damn letter for Einstein's sake!

I just- can't do it now

I'm hopeless.

Yet I desire for you.

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author's note here; yes it's been months, i apologize deeply. literally fucking school is devouring my existence and motivation rn not to mention I have a deadline to finish (cough March 29 cough) and I haven't even started it.

credits to Rick Montgemery for his astonishing songsssssssssss

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Revelation // fluff + tinge of angst

Donnie x Fem!Reader

author's note lmao; here's some examples bbygirls.

there was originally a prompt that I made and scraped it bcs that "friend" of mine who made the prompt is a snitch so uh yeah! anyways enjoy!!

Synopsis: Donnie tries to find her infatuation-of-a-crush.

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Do I really have to do this?

Donnie thought, listening to her banterings and a literal presentation presented to him to how it's gonna affect her life if he finds this guy. It was really interesting as she was that desperate to find this mysterious guy she stumbles upon. He was really pissed, doing something childish besides working? That's absurd.

He couldn't really refuse, I mean, she wouldn't even allow it either way. He rolled his eyes, squeezing his drawn-on eyebrows tight on top of his eyelids, he annoyingly sighed. She knew she had won, she knew that sigh.

Donnie rotates his purple tech office chair. Readying his tracker of some sorts and even different social media littered on his left monitor. He asked her;

"So, who's this guy you're looking for? Know his name?" He spits, he is annoyed. Clearly. He never expects his almost life longing friend asking and taking an advantage on his technical knowledge. He was just upset. Like a whiny ass.

Silence. Oh you've got to be fuckin-

"Do you take description, perhaps?" She timidly requested, making her face squint to subjectify her hinted apology. If Donnie's nostrils were visible on his snout, oh it would be fucking visible. He really wasn't having it. Why is he even friends with this gullible girl in the first place?

"I appreciate your confidence in my knowledge but why must you be so...incoherent. Disappointed Sigh." He states, seemingly secretly flustered or better yet piqued as he assumes she believes that he can find this guy with just descriptive statements.

But he only assumed. Part of him feels so defective at this.

"I did see him carrying a Uniqlo bag though...?" She added hoping this will ease his disappointment to her. Seeing Donnie raised his eyebrows makes another victory for her.

"Are you suggesting I should hack into Uniqlo's security and bank system?" He asked dully, it wasn't any sarcasticness. He was real, and so he did. The sounds of keyboards said it. She was amazed at how fast his two + one thumb green large digits press the LED keyboard of his. Seeing codes on his main monitor.

"-And that is not sarcasm, I am in." Just as the words rang on her ears, his monitors flash a security camera and inquiry or list of bank accounts were listed on the right monitor.

"November 26, 1:00PM" She quickly informed, Donnie followed suit. It wasn't any different. It's just like the time when she lost her phone; or one time when she wants to find a ragged old karen woman who assaulted her on the mall. Yet it still made Donnie feel envy on this mysterious guy. An effort to just find someone because of infatuation of hers.

The video of the security camera moved backwards, just right on time. Where a hooded figure appeared. She quickly leaned on Donnie, she stares at the figure, pure admiration written on her eyes. Donnie felt joyous at the sudden closeness. A faint warm feeling appeared on his cheeks, it was that feeling again.

The warm, astonishing feeling he feels. That thing again, his hate and cherished feeling of his.

No, he can't. He wouldn't dare.

It pains him seeing his longing friend-of-a-crush be so appealed on this...guy? Wait-

"Thereee hee isssss~!!" She thrilled, pointing at the guy. Which supposedly to be...

DOES SHE KNOW!? That's...no-

Donnie panicked, he doesn't know why, he just panicked? Excited? But that is him. He was just buying a newly dropped Uniqlo jacket. But he didn't expect it to be actually him, yeah he kinda assume right of the bat but the proof is way too little.

"You...ahh- do know-" He stumbles, oh how he hates that. His eyebrows furrowed, sucking the air through his teeth. The warm blood spreads on his cheek even more at the very second, he was so flustered.

"Know what?" She teases, she knew. She grinned, looking at him with a mere mischievous look. That must be a joke right? It's not true. He thought. The jitterly feeling didn't left, he couldn't believe it.

Seeing Donnie's reaction made another victory of hers. It's her lucky day, everything's going as planned. She lived for it. Donnie knew that.

"You are kidding, right?" He weakly chuckled, he was trying to calm down. He was nervous, he doesn't want to be. The sneer she gave made him more vulnerable even more. More hopeful? Weaker and hopeful for something so...meek.

"Please, don't make me confess to you." She pleaded, she figured it's better to stop teasing him; you're kiling him. She stopped leaning into Donnie, facing him and slouched on the chair that the turtle made. Donnie didn't see at first, but a faint crimson blush is visible on her cheek. She crossed her arms and avoided Donnie.

She was nervous, if her assumptions were incorrect then.. everything's doomed, she doesn't wanna risk it, yet she still risked it. Just for this nerd. Such a pathetic thing to do- to do something absurd for the name of "love"- I suppose.

She tried avoiding Donnie's bewildering eye. She can hear every single thing, she can hear the faint techno music playing in the background, background noises, him. She can hear everything, the sweet translucent aching of her chest yearns for confirmation.

She doesn't know whether this is good or not, the silence was a confusing natural thing for the world. It's peaceful yet insufferable, sometimes.

Minutes seems like light years on exploring the milky way. It was so so awkward. Both of them just sits, facing each other yet one's eye is being avoidant and one's surprised. He composed himself as she tried to stay sane, to not burst out from the awkward-ish silent moment of theirs.

"You're a moron." He chuckled after composing himself, he wouldn't lie but that confession was a bit of a smartass. It brings him some nostalgia, reminds all of their hangouts in his lab.

He was glad, and she was relieved, similar yet different. Just like how they see each other, familiar intentions yet different explanation. Two idiotic friends revelating on one's other's feeling of another.

"Maybe."

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another authors note cux why not; was listening to blewoo's playlist (aquarium playlist | comp with all of my sea creatures playlist) while doing this and it's the best thing I have ever done.

This prompt(?) or idea was inspired by @/stxrbunny on c.ai on one of their bots!

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Greetings !! Name's Arsonist but call me Ar or full-on Arson. I only write Rottmnt x Reader or more on Donnie x Reader ! All of the turtles are AGED-UP, none of them are teenagers on my fics.

TCEST/PROSHIPPER DNI !!! PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ME !!

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> Revelation // fluff + tinge of angst

> Talk To You //

> “Experimental” // request

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