#DonatelloxReader

[ddawn111]

A New (And Improved?) Weapon

ROTTMNT Donatello x Reader

I just love to think that Donnie would go all out when fixing or upgrading things for reader. Total showoff mode.

Also, I’ll admit I might have gotten carried away with the schematics a little, so the chapter is pretty long. I got excited.

The lair buzzed with its usual controlled chaos, but your mind was locked on the new weapon in your hands, a mystic staff you’d claimed after Donatello so graciously (stubbornly) declined it. The concept of wielding such a powerful artifact was exciting, but the reality? Far more complicated.

Surprisingly, the weird looking staff with a small scythe blade on one end and a mace on the other was a shapeshifting weapon. The staff never changes, but different weapons or weapon attachments can materialize off of the ends.

Every time you thought you had a handle on its abilities, it would surprise you with some new twist, like a blade materializing randomly or the entire thing transforming into a flail mid-spin.

You stood in the middle of the lair, staring at the mystic staff in your hands. The smooth, wooden surface pulsed faintly with energy, the ends glowing intermittently as if mocking your lack of control. No matter how much you tried, the thing just wouldn’t cooperate. It felt alive, almost sentient, and you weren’t sure if it wanted to help or hurt you.

“Great,” you muttered, tossing it onto the couch beside you. “I’m going to accidentally vaporize someone at this rate.”

The staff rolled slightly, stopping just before it fell to the floor, and you sighed. You needed help, but the only person who could actually make sense of it was currently holed up in his lab, probably creating something absurdly genius and unnecessarily complicated.

Donatello.

Just the thought of him made your heart do that annoying flutter thing you’d been trying to ignore for years. Ever since you’d met him, his quick wit and confidence had a way of getting under your skin in the best (and most infuriating) way. Not to mention his ridiculous ability to make the simplest things sound like a declaration of brilliance.

You glanced back at the staff, biting your lip. Taking this to Donnie meant subjecting yourself to his relentless sarcasm and that infuriatingly smug smile. But it also meant spending time with him - alone.

For a moment, you debated leaving it be, but the idea of another accidental self-inflicted injury won out. You grabbed the staff and made your way to the lab, rehearsing what you’d say to avoid sounding like a complete idiot.

Frustrated but determined, you made your way to Donnie’s lab.

Donnie’s lab was exactly how you expected it—organized chaos. Tools, gadgets, and half-finished inventions were strewn across the room, glowing softly under the overhead lights. At the center of it all was Donatello, hunched over his workbench, his back to you as he worked on something at his bench. Sparks flying as he welded something you couldn’t identify, the sound sharp but rhythmic. Naturally, he didn’t notice you.

You hesitated for a moment, leaning on the doorway and watching him work. He always looked so… focused. Determined. It was one of the things you admired most about him, even if you’d never admit it out loud.

“Don,” you called, stepping closer. He didn’t respond.

“Donnie.”

Nothing.

“DON. Hey! Donnie boy!” Still nothing.

You sighed and leaned against his desk chair, twirling the staff in your hands. “Donatello!” you tried again, drawing out the name for emphasis. Still nothing. You rolled your eyes, flopping down sideways onto his desk chair with all the grace of a cat on a lazy day. “DonTron!”

Finally, the welding stopped for a beat, but it wasn’t until you called, “Mr. Genius!” with feigned exasperation that he finally turned around.

“I hear someone acknowledging my proper title,” he said smoothly, a small grin tugging at his lips as he lifted his welding mask and rubbed his forehead, finally making eye contact.

You burst out laughing. “Really? That’s the one you respond to? I’ve been calling you for, like, five minutes.”

“But of course, sweet maiden,” he replied with a theatrical bow. “I only respond to the sweet, sweet truth.”

You snorted, shaking your head. You tried not to let your face heat up at the “sweet maiden” comment, instead crossing your arms with a smirk. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously accurate.”

“Sure, sure.” You straightened and held up the staff. “Anyway, I have a formal request.”

“With what, exactly?” he asked, his tone casual but his gaze sharp. He leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms in a way that made him look far too confident.

You resisted the urge to look away and held out the staff. “This thing’s… complicated. I still don’t know what half of it does, and I’d rather not find out the hard way, sooo... Think you can analyze it and share your genius knowledge?”

Donnie’s lips twitched into a smirk. “Oh, so now you’re coming to me for help? And here I thought you were Miss Independent.”

“Don’t push it, DonTron,” you shot back, though the nickname made him grin even wider.

You batted your eyes at him for extra effect, and Donnie sighed, shaking his head with a smirk. He took the staff from you, his fingers brushing yours for the briefest moment. You pretended not to notice the way your stomach flipped at the contact. “Well, since it’s a formal request,” he said, examining the weapon with a critical eye. “I suppose I can spare a moment. For you.”

“Thanks, Don-tron. You’re the best.”

“Obviously,” he said, taking the staff and walking off with it, already muttering calculations under his breath.

You lingered for a moment before leaving, wondering why it was so easy for him to fluster you without even trying.

When you returned to the lab a few days later, it was with equal parts excitement and dread. The lair buzzed as usual, but your mind was elsewhere; on the mystic staff you’d claimed and the guy who was currently tweaking it. It had taken every ounce of courage you had to hand it over to Donatello without fumbling over your words.

You’d been thinking about Donnie’s upgrades ever since you handed over the staff, but mostly, you’d been thinking about him. Every smirk, every comment, every fleeting moment spent in his orbit replayed in your mind with maddening clarity.

You’d been crushing on him for… well, longer than you cared to admit. Of course, it didn’t help that he was infuriatingly brilliant and confident in ways that left you simultaneously exasperated and weak in the knees. Still, you weren’t about to let that show. Not to him, anyway.

And now, here you were again, standing at the entrance to his lab with your heart doing somersaults.

Donnie turned as you approached, holding the staff in one hand like it was a trophy. He looked far too pleased with himself.

“Ah, my esteemed client returns,” he said, his grin widening as you stepped closer. “Prepare to be amazed.”

“Already prepared,” you quipped, crossing your arms to keep from fidgeting. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Mr. Genius.”

“Behold! your newly enhanced mystic weapon,” He handed you the staff with a flourish, and you immediately noticed it felt lighter and sleeker…and…metal? The surface was smooth and silver, with faint etchings that glowed when you touched it. It hummed softly in your hands, almost as if it were waiting for your command.

“Uh, Don, this looks… different.”

“Different?” he repeated, mock offense lacing his tone. “Try better. I’ve optimized it in every way imaginable. Allow me to demonstrate,” Donnie said straightening up.

“What exactly did you do to it?” you asked, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickened whenever he looked at you like that, like he knew something you didn’t.

“Behold!” Donnie gestured dramatically as he launched into a rapid-fire explanation. “The staff now splits down the middle for dual-wielding combat. Blades can eject from the ends for melee attacks in case the mystic properties fail you—which, let’s be honest, they might.

And this!” He reached over, pressing a subtle button near the middle of the staff. With a soft whir, the entire weapon collapsed down to the size of a drumstick. “Collapsible design for maximum portability. You’re welcome.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Okay, that’s… actually pretty awesome.”

“Oh, we’re just getting started,” Donnie said, clearly relishing the moment. He pressed the button again, and the staff extended back to full length with a satisfying snap. “The exterior is reinforced with an alloy of my own design, making it nearly indestructible, and the mystic energy is now perfectly stabilized, so no more misfiring while you wield it. But wait - there’s more!”

You couldn’t help but smile as he tapped another button near the base of the staff. Instantly, small engines popped out of the back end, sleek and perfectly integrated into the design.

“Boom! Jet engines”

“Wait, jet engines? Are you serious? They’re so tiny,” you gawked, twirling the staff experimentally. It felt perfectly balanced, the mystic energy now harmonizing with Donnie’s tech.

“Silent jet engines, and yeah I’m awesome, I know,” he corrected, his grin widening, gesturing like a game show host revealing a prize. “They allow for broom-style flight. The controls are balance based, the speed and steering are controlled by your movement, so it’ll take some getting used to.”

“Wait, so you’re saying I can fly with this?” you asked, your voice tinged with disbelief.

“Precisely,” he said, nodding as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I noticed you struggle with keeping pace during missions, so this should level the playing field.”

“Gee, thanks for reminding me,” you said dryly, though your heart warmed at the thoughtfulness behind the upgrade.

Donnie chuckled, but there was something softer in his gaze when he replied. “I just wanted to make sure you could keep pace with us,” he said, his voice quieter but no less confident. “Can’t have you falling behind.”

You stared at him, equal parts impressed and suspicious. “And you’re sure this is still mystic? It kind of feels like you rebuilt the whole thing from scratch.”

He waved a hand dismissively. “Never question the tech man. Just enjoy the masterpiece.”

Shaking your head, you gave the staff another experimental twirl. It felt incredible in your hands, sleek, powerful, and undeniably you. The mystic energy now perfectly synchronized with Donnie’s tech. You had to admit - it was pretty awesome. “Fine, I’ll bite. What else did you add?”

Donnie smirked, tapping a finger to your temple. “That, my dear, is for you to discover.”

You tilted the staff in your hands with a smile, testing its weight. It felt perfect, like it was made just for you. “This is amazing, Don. Really. You outdid yourself,” you said in a soft voice.

“Obviously,” he quipped, though there was a faint blush creeping up his neck. He turned away quickly, pretending to fiddle with his tools.

You smiled to yourself, watching as he worked. For all his bravado, there was something undeniably endearing about moments like this, when his confidence wavered just enough to show the person underneath.

“Well,” you said, leaning the staff against your shoulder, “I guess this means I owe you one.”

Donnie glanced over his shoulder, his smirk returning full force. “Oh, you owe me several.”

Before leaving, you couldn’t resist poking around his gadget cabinet, no visit to Donnie’s lab would be complete without poking through his latest inventions. Your eyes landed on a long, sleek metal earring that stretches up from the earlobe and hooks over the helix, the design too intriguing to pass up, and you couldn’t resist trying it on.

“What’s this do?” you asked, holding it up.

Donnie looked up from his work, a frown already forming. “That’s not finished yet.”

You grinned, fixing it onto your ear. “Which means it’s fair game.”

Feeling at the metal, the moment you swiped your finger upwards from the bottom of the earring to the top, pink holographic glasses materialized over your eyes, showing holographic statistics of everything around you. “Whoa.” You waved a hand in front of your face, and the display followed your movements, like an augmented reality interface. “This is so cool.”

“Careful!” Donnie rushed over, his hand brushing yours as he adjusted the earring. “That’s still in beta.” You tilt your head to give him access to your ear and smile.

The brief contact sent a jolt through you, and for a second, neither of you moved. Then Donnie cleared his throat and stepped back, his expression unreadable.

“It’s mine now,” you teased, feeling around until you realized swiping your finger up or down the earring adjusted the transparency of the holograms clouding your vision, which, in tandem, adjusted the transparency of the glasses so your eyes were more visible as you dimmed the holograms. “I’ll take my chances. Don’t worry, I’m just ganna borrow it… indefinitely.”

“Fine,” he muttered. “But if it malfunctions, don’t blame me.”

You also snagged a pair of fingerless gloves that, when activated, transformed into sleek gauntlets. They felt light but sturdy, and you could already imagine how useful they’d be in a fight.

“Those too?” Donnie asked, trying to look irritated, but smiling watching as you flexed your fingers in the gloves.

“Hey, if you didn’t want me to take them, you shouldn’t leave them lying around,” you teased.

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Of course, you’d find out later that all your gadgets included Donnie’s hardware, giving him way too much control when he wanted to mess with you. (Cue the time he reversed your gauntlets mid-battle just to prove a point.)

You twirled your newly enhanced staff and glanced over at Donnie, who was already engrossed in another project. “Thanks, DonTron. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said without looking up, then added with a smirk, “Seriously, don’t mention it. I have a reputation to maintain.”

“Your secret’s safe with me, Mr. Genius.”

As you left the lab, staff in hand, gloves fitted to your hands, and earring firmly in place, you couldn’t help but replay the interaction in your mind. The way he’d smiled, the way his voice softened when he talked about making sure you could keep up, it all felt… different.

Maybe he cared more than he let on. Or maybe you were just imagining things. Either way, you weren’t about to let this crush win. Not yet, anyway.

But as you glanced back, you caught Donnie watching you leave, his expression softening for just a moment before he turned back to his work.

As you filtered out of the lab Donnie chuckled to himself thinking of how you didn’t realize your “stolen tech” was a perfect fit.

Thanks for reading! I'm so happy to finally post my first fic. Sorry for any typos.

I was thinking about expanding on this with a oneshot series, let me know your thoughts.

Feel free to request.

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[readersandtmnt]

You finally see him. Don

The next morning, when you woke up, you were positive that you had the strangest dream last night. However, when you tried looking for the glowing canister in your backpack, it was gone, and you couldn’t find it anywhere in the apartment either. You checked the window and found it unlocked, your backpack was unzipped, and you could still remember parts of the conversation between you and this Donnie guy.

Walking on your way back home from your tutoring session, you decided to leave a note for your mysterious hero. You were surprised to get one back the next morning.

“I guess you’re not a dream after all.” You muse as you reread the note.

The note-passing continued for a few weeks before you finally asked if you could meet him, in-person meet him. The notes that were passed were as follows.

“I’m not sure you really want that.”

“Why, will it put me in danger or something? Dream hero?”

“Honestly, yes.”

“As bad as the glowing canister I found?”

“Possibly. Why do you want to see me?”

“Because these notes and your nerdy jokes are the best parts of my day. I’d just like to have a face to go with your handwriting.” That was the last note you sent him, and that was a few days ago. Honestly, you were almost hurt by the lack of response from Donnie. Late after school, you walked home with your head down; the street lamps lit your path as you focused on the sidewalk. You made it home with little trouble and checked for a brightly colored note, and found nothing. You threw your bag next to the door and decided to not worry about homework until tomorrow. Without noticing, you fell asleep to the drone of the movie on the T.V.

It was late when you woke up; you could hear the shuffling, almost like that first night. A figure hidden in shadows stood beside the window; with a yawn, you sat up and looked around the apartment’s living room.

“Donnie?” You ask, holding back another yawn.

“Um, yeah, it’s me.” He quietly said your name as you blinked to get your vision to normal standards. “Listen, I’m going to show you something, and you have to promise that you won’t scream or call the police, okay?” Your foggy mind had cleared by then, and you nodded in confusion.

“Okay,” you said slowly, “what is it you’re going to show me?”

“A face to go with that handwriting.” You could hear the slight nervous quiver of his voice, he turned on the lamp beside the window, and you could see in the soft light the worried furrow of his brow.

“Wow.” You whisper, getting up to take a closer look at him. “Incredible,” he stood there holding his breath, waiting for you to point out the obvious, “just incredible, you are." You paused, taking in the look of worry on his face. His tall stature, his hands fiddling with each other as if he didn't know what to do. You felt the corners of your mouth tilt up. "Just as dorky as I thought you would be.” You grinned, taking a step away from the flabbergasted turtle.

“What?” You had to suppress a laugh as you walked towards the kitchen. He was speechless, and you felt a small dash of pride as you walked.

“You heard me, now, would you like something to drink?”

[someonefromabove]

K I had an idea, the reader is a cyborg and has some advanced technological prosthetic limbs that allow her to play guitar, (maybe she was a Krang or Foot Clan experiment???) and the boys catch her playing Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe?? It’s a sad song about someone leaving you and I cry nearly every time I listen to it.

A/N: Hi there! Thank you for your request! I had to google this song, because I didn’t know it and at first I was like lol Steam Powered Giraffe? That’s a funny name :D Then I saw the music video of Honeybee and I was...well...kinda disturbed? I mean they moved sooo much like robots, I’m not even sure, if they were real humans O.o And then I had to listen to the song a second time, because I was so distracted with the video that I didn’t actually listen to the lyrics xD but yeah, you’re right. That is a sad song indeed :( But I still hope you like reading this! I‘m sorry that it is so short per turtle though...

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Pairings: LeoxReader, RaphxReader, DonniexReader, MikeyxReader

Warnings: slight angst

Leonardo

He was on his way to the dojo for his meditation when he passed your shared room. He heard the sounds of a guitar and your humming, but it was definitely not a happy song, so he decided to listen to it for a little while. The door was ajar and he leaned against the wall outside of the room. As you sung the song with your beautiful and soothing voice, he remembered your past. You had survived the torture of the Shredder himself and „only“ lost your left arm while being held hostage. Leo will always regret not being able to keep you safe that day, even if you reassured him that it wasn’t his fault a hundred times. As the song came to an end, Leo slowly walked into the room and saw you sitting there on your bed with the guitar in your hands. Your eyes were a bit watery from almost crying and he just sat down beside you to hold your hand. „Y/N, I promise you, no matter what happens I will always be there for you.“

Raphael

You and Raph were listening to music when you looked on your phone to choose the next song. Your eyes fell onto Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe and your eyes lit up. „Hey Raphie, how about I play the next song myself?“ you asked him as you picked up your guitar with your prosthetic hand. „Sure, babe.“ he replied and smiled at you. As you played the song, Raph’s smile vanished however and his gaze went nowhere. He seemed to think about something and didn’t even realize when you finished the song. „Raph? Raphael? Are you okay?“ you asked with a worried look on your face and took his hand to bring him back to reality. „Huh? Uh...yeah...I guess? You were wonderful! But...I mean...the song really got me thinking...maybe I am too harsh to my brothers at times. I guess I should be thankful that they didn’t abandon me at some points in my life for being so ungrateful.“ You were surprised by his thoughts and immediately pulled him into a tight hug to let him know that you were there. „No, that’s not true, Raph. You’re a great brother and the others think so too, believe me. We will never leave you.“

Donatello

While repairing your broken laptop, Donnie stumbled onto a few old videos of you playing the guitar and singing. The videos must’ve been at least 3 years old, because in them you still had your right hand. You had lost it when you were attacked by the Kraang and met your for personal heros. As he watched the short clips he didn’t seem to notice your presence behind him. „What are you watching, Donnie?“ you asked with a slight grin, already knowing what he was looking at. Donnies face went red immediately as he tried to close the window in panic. „I-I...I wasn‘t spying on you! I swear! I found them by accident and...well...your voice is amazing...“ he stuttered. You just giggled and sat down on his lap. „I know, you big dummy. But how about I play you something for real?“ You asked and he looked at you with a smile. „You can still do that?“ „Sure! I mean, you’re the one who built my fantastic new hand!“ You said proudly as you moved all your fingers of your robotic hand. „Which song do you want me to play?“ „Well...“ His gaze met your laptop again as he saw the thumbnail of you performing Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe. „I really liked this song...but...just to let you know, I‘ll always be with you. I really care for you, Y/N.“

Michelangelo

„Mikey, not now.“ „Oh, come on, sweetheart! Just oooooone song!“ Your mutant boyfriend tried to talk you into playing a song for him while you tried to study for your next exam. You huffed and closed your book. „Alright, one song. But I get to choose which one.“ You told him and picked up your guitar with your prosthetic arm. „Yeah! Thanks, angelcakes.“ Mikey grinned and sat down in front of the couch. He always calmed down listening to your music, no matter which song you‘d play. As you played the song and sung the lines, Mikey wasn’t as hyper and happy as usual. He seemed collected and calm and listened to every word your lips escaped. After you finished the song, Mikey looked at you with a slight smile and then at your hand. „Do you think of your lost arm when you play this song?“ He asked. You were surprised that he wanted to talk with you about that sensitive and serious topic, but you weren’t afraid to talk to him about it. „Yes, I guess. I mean, I never thought I‘d lose my whole arm. It was something natural to me, something I was never afraid of losing.“ You explained to him. „Well, I guess sometimes the world can be a dick...like Raph...“ he grinned as you two heard a „Shut up!“ coming from said brother from upstairs. You chuckled as he took both of your hands. „But...never forget, that you’ll never lose me, alright, baby? Nothing in the world can separate me from you.“

[tmntreasures]

Hi missed you around here.How would the guys react to there s/o being kidnapped by the foot?

Overall we think that the turtles would react mostly the same in this type of scenario. They would start off worried and concerned, then it would lead to anger. After they collected themselves, they would make a plan to rescue you. We feel there’s only a few actions that would make them different from the others. For example; Raph of course would be more physical with his emotions, Leo would probably be silent for the majority of the time, Donnie wouldn’t sleep until a came up with a plan to ensure your safety, and Michelangelo probably wouldn’t eat until you were in his arms again. Just some small things, but really not enough to differentiate them from each other. So instead! Here’s how the turtles would react to their s/o being PART of the Foot Clan:

Prompt:

You were part of the Foot Clan for a while now, but you were a low ranked member so you got the trash jobs. Cleaning up the hideout, monitor duty, washing uniforms, etc… Every once in a while you’d get assigned to something exciting like robbing the local Seven Eleven, or gang initiation, but it was very rare. You had heard the local myths about the turtles, but never dreamt of actually meeting them one day. You hoped you wouldn’t come across them either because after you had seen what damage they had done to your associates… Yikes! But your nightmares came to life one day when you were walking about New York at night, traveling as an average citizen instead of as the Foot.

A rivalry gang had approached you and was demanding you give up your valuables. While you were technically a ninja, you weren’t that proficient in Martial arts yet, so you were a bit thankful when the four turtles had come to your aid. You acquainted yourself with them and their home, hoping to pass on the information to the clan eventually, but you soon changed your mind about that idea… Even though the turtles were known for doing good deeds, one of them did the unthinkable!… They somehow managed to steal your heart.

Your relationship started out slow of course. You had to be cautious since you were still part of the Foot clan. So you kept the secret locked away behind your lips for as long as you could. You had never revealed the location of the turtles to the foot, but you had dropped subtle hints of things like when the turtles would be attacking, or where their patrol areas were. For some reason you felt like it was your duty to give out the information. However, there was one particular night were the turtles were especially upset when one of their ideas to foil the Foots plan had failed, and it was all because of you. You couldn’t take it anymore. The secrets, the lies, the mistrust… You had to confess, even if it meant the worse. 

Ranked from best to worst.

Michelangelo: 

He swore this was something straight out of a movie, and would keep telling you to “stop joking around babe.” Once the message got through his thick head that it wasn’t a joke and that you were actually part of the foot clan he’d freeze up. He wouldn’t have a clue of what to do, and wanted to ask his brothers for help; but at the same time, he wouldn’t want them to think badly of you. He was more confused, and worried for you than he was hurt about the slight betrayal. Mikey would ask you how much information you had given up to the Foot, and try his best to note it all down mentally so he could relay it to his brothers later. He would ask you if you were going to quit, many times and over; to which you’d replied “yes” each time.  Relief would wash over him when he felt convinced that you were really going to quit, and he laughed lightly at the thought of how much this was like a movie. You were the cute antagonist turned good by the all-loving hero! 

Donatello: 

The confession had clearly taken Donatello aback and he needed time to think about it. Of course he didn’t let you leave the lair until he was ready to talk. Thirty minutes or so had passed and he finally sat down at a table with you to discuss the situation. He was hurt that you would keep this a secret for so long, but your only saving grace was the fact that he knew you hadn’t given up their location. He knew that if you had, the foot would’ve come to attack by now. There must’ve been some good still left in you if you hadn’t given that up. Still, he couldn’t help but to be cautious from there on and out. He would ask you for the information you had spilled to the foot, as well as keep tabs on your whereabouts and forms of messaging you used. Whether it be personal or business, he just had to make sure you weren’t scheming against him and his brothers again. It would take time, but you could hold onto your relationship with Donatello. As long as you were willing to give up all your privacy and secrets for now on…

Raphael:

When you had confessed to him his eyes grew wide and his mouth fell slightly open in shock. You braced yourself for the wave of emotions that would hit him over the next few seconds. It went from confusion, to fear, to rage. There was no keeping it a secret now, everyone in the lair and the next sewer pipes over knew about it with how loud Raphael was being. He just couldn’t understand or believe you would do this to him and his brothers. You would plead with him to calm down, and try to explain to him that you were quitting the foot and that you loved him. You would do anything you could to make up for it, but he wasn’t hearing it. The rage in him refused to listen to anything you had to say. He was so mad he just had to break something. Luckily he had decided on throwing one of the kitchen chairs into a wall instead of you. You left that night with puffy eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and a runny nose. The only thing that comforted you now was the fact that Raphael had said “We’ll talk about this later,” before ordering you to leave. “We’ll talk about this later…” That meant he was going to try for your relationship, right? 

Leonardo:

Leonardo was dead silent after you had revealed to him you were part of the Foot Clan. He stared down at you for several minutes, judging you. The motion was too much, you had to know what he was thinking, so you begged for him to speak. Though what he said next you weren’t expecting… “You need to go.” He said bluntly. Shock and sadness spread across you face. Weren’t you even going to talk about this a little?! You thought. “Leonardo—“ you started, but he cut you off by throwing up his hand, gesturing for you to stop. “You are in no position to argue right now. You’ve broken the trust between me and my family. All I care about at this moment is making sure we are safe, and by you being here, we are not. Leave.” Your blood ran cold at his words. If this was all Leo had to say about it, then your relationship was over. You did as you were told and left the lair with your head hung low and tears overflowing. You tried contacting him afterwards. Days, weeks, and eventually months went by, but you never heard from him. You wondered how long it would take, or if he would even reconsider you at all. You couldn’t help but wonder if it would’ve been different if you had told him from the beginning…

Thank you for the ask! Hope you enjoyed it!SorryLeofans! XD;

[vulearanger]

Hey, I love your blog and I was wondering If I could get Reader x Donatello headcanon

He met a Reader who is half Spanish and half Russian cause they have family members from their countries and how he would be interested in them and what he would like to know more about them and their culture.

One question: are you doing tmnt match ups?

Thank you so much for your time. ♥️ See ya

Oh, thank you so much! I really appreciate it. That also an interesting request. Soo, here the post, and i hope that you liked that. If you'll have some questions, i'll try to answer.

The answer on your question: I think i will. At least i have to try to make some match ups.

Donnie was on a patrol when he heard you talking with unpleasant persons in the dark alley that tried to get you in the car. He would never justify their actions, but you were so beautiful, especially your eyes, that he himself would like to take your attention. You tried to get away, but then one of them grabbed you, that's when Don decided to intervene.

These guys ran away, and turtle prepared to hear you screaming, but when he turned around, you were just staring at him with these beautiful eyes, and you started asking him a lot of questions about him, does he some alien or the other creature. And you were so worried, that started to mix languages: spanish and english.

That confused him at the first time, but he was glad that you're not one the people, that thinks he's a monster. So he answered on your questions. When you wanted to get his number, he just said that he will find you anyway.

After a few days Don definitely found you, and then it was his turn to ask you a questions. Of course he could ffind out about you by himself, but he wanted to hear it from you. You offered him to meet, cause it was comfortable for you and he agreed.

So, when you met, Don closely started listening to you. He liked your noticeable accent, so he was smiling all the time. You were such a sunshine in this world. Plus, he knew a little bit spanish, so that would be a good practice for him.

But then he heard something different. Russia. He was so confused and you laughed at his face. Yeah, that was also an interesting thing. You were born in Spain, father is Spanish and mother is Russian, so your parents traveled a few time from Spain to Russia a few times to relatives.

That was more interesting. Donnie was trying to say something on Russia, but that was and adorable and horrible. Sure he tried to find something in interned, but there was so messy. So, he asked you to teach him russia.

Of course, he couldn't resist to show you his own creations, cause your reaction so precious. And once time he came to your apartment to show something knew and then he saw you in costume. Wow, it was so bright as your makeup, so he just stared at you a few seconds. So beautiful...

You told him that you're a ballroom dancer, today you had a competition and that why you dressed like that. And you invited and offered him to try to dance. Well, that was a little bit awkward, Don never danced, so he was nervous, especially worried about hurting you. But lately he calmed down and he liked that!

So sometimes, when your spending time together you're dancing, and that helped him not to be so shy and constrained.

There's two side of your personality: your spanish family taught you to live in the present, do whatever you want and not to worry about anything. And russian family taught you to study a lot, because if you'll get high education, you'll have success, and if you failed at something, it was a tragedy for them. And you used to feel it any time when you're failing.

So that was the first time, when Don saw you crying just because you didn't pass your test. It was painful to see tears rolling down your cheeks. He tried to cheer you up, but he couldn't, you wanted to be alone, so, he had a little plan.

He knew how you loved both cultures,so he tried to bake something simple and sweet for you, it was Miguelitos and cheesecakes(rus. Сырники). I won't hide it, Don definitely needed Mikeys help, so his lil' brother already knew about his "friend". And of course Donnie wouldn't be Donnie if he won't make you something. So, he made a special photo frame, where you can download any imagine you like, but he already downloaded some imagines of your countries and you on ball competition.

Honestly? That's wasn't taste as good as your grandmothers made to you, but you couldn't say it, it still was so sweet and amazing.

Well, that's not the end. There was a kittle surprise that didn't expected no one: your family visited you right in the moment, when Donatello was with you. Oh gods... He tried to sneak out quickly, but someone cursed him: the window resisted to open, so he hid in your room.

But relatives was so fast, and your aunt busted him, but then passed out. That was... Something. He ran away, and you had to explain to your family everything. You did. But they weren't anymore so negative about him, so next time Donnie met them in clam atmosphere.

Well, he had more experience around so much humans. Auntie A/N(aunt name) without taking any objections, taught him how to make a gospacho. And...well, that wasn't so bad for the first time, and especially for the nerd, who used to sit only in his lab and making something.

But because of you he opened for himself a new hobby: cooking. After that you met with turtles family, and Splinter immediately loved you, cause he noticed that his son became more open and confident in emotion expression. Leo and Raph of course wasn't so sure about you, but they weren't so aggressive to you. Mikey? Well, obviously he was more than happy to finally meet you.

You both didn't know if you fell in love with each other, but you're important persons to each other, so Donnie was glad to be with you and be part of your family as you are of his.

The end!

[kathrinehastings]

DonatelloxReader

All I ask of you

Patrol had been rather uneventful for the past few nights, and the lack if action was starting to get to everyone. Leonardo seemed worried and frustrated. Raphael was becoming restless and was going to explode any minute. Michelangelo was irritating everybody, which was not helping the situation at all, and Donatello was just bored. He was tired of going out night after night and not having anything to do. He would much rather be home, in his lab, working on his projects than out here wasting time. He sighed heavily as Leonardo ordered them to stop. Raphael twirled his sai as he paced, grunting and muttering under his breath. Michelangelo started humming and tapping his nun-chaku against a nearby metal pole. Leonardo whipped his head around and shushed them, giving them each a glare before turning back to look over the city. Donatello sighed once more and turned to walk to the edge of the rooftop, distancing himself from the tense atmosphere that his brothers were creating. He stood in the edge and looked out over the city. He listened to all the sounds and took a deep breath. Leonardo signaled for them to start moving again and Donatello reluctantly moved from the edge of the rooftop. He was about to follow his brothers when he heard music and singing. He stopped dead in this tracks, turned and tried to focus on the sound.

... Promise me that all you say is true. That's all I ask of you...

“Donnie.” Leonardo broke him out of his trance. Donatello stumbled and just about stopped his glasses from falling off of his face. “What?” He turned to face Leonardo. “We're heading back.” He stated simply. “Oh, yeah, sure. I'll, um... I'll catch up.” Donatello said as he turned back to face the direction of the distant music. Leonardo scoffed and turned around. “Be back before sunrise.” He grumbled and leapt off of the rooftop, disappearing into the shadows. Donnie waited for all of them to leave before he headed in the direction that the music was coming from.

... All I want is freedom, a world with no more night and you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me...

Donatello leapt from rooftop to rooftop, following the beautiful sound and allowing curiosity to take over. He stopped after the third or fourth rooftop, as he realized that the song was much clearer now, he must have been a rooftop away from the source of the music. He moved towards the sound, keeping in the shadows and out of sight. Eventually he saw a small CD player sitting on a side table next to a plastic garden chair, and in that garden chair sat a girl.

Her eyes were closed and she had a small smile on her face while some stray strands of her (H/C) hair blew freely in the slight breeze. She looked so peaceful and beautiful at that moment. He was so focused on her overall appearance that he almost did not see that her lips were moving. For a second, he thought that she was talking to someone. He suddenly became extremely aware of his surroundings and looked around to see if he could see anybody besides the girl and himself on that rooftop, but he soon realised that they were alone. He focused on listening to what she was saying and that she was actually singing.

... Say you'll share with me, one love, one lifetime, say the word and I will follow you...

Donatello was in awe at how beautiful her voice was.

... Share each day with me, each night, each morning.... Say you love me.... Love me, that's all I ask of you...

“Hey! Quit it, girly!” A voice from below startled Donatello. “Some of us are trying to sleep here!” The girl’s eyes shot open, revealing beautiful (E/C) eyes. “You have work in an hour, Mister Maloney! You should be up already and this is the only time I can practice!” She frowned and pushed herself out of her chair. “I was done anyway.” She grumbled.

Donatello watched as she packed up her things and carefully made her way down the fire escape, climbing through her open window and disappearing behind the drapes. The sound of an alarm beeping brought him back to earth. The sun was going to rise soon and he needed to be underground before that happened. He took a mental note of her address and the time before racing down to the nearest man hole and slipping back into the sewers.

He thought about her as he walked back to the lair. Her (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes were so beautiful. Her voice... it was so amazing, she didn't really need to practice. “Wait.” He suddenly stopped walking. “Why does she need to practice?” He mumbled. He tried to remember the lyrics to figure out what the song was. “Promise me that you are true?....” He scratched his head. “No, no. That doesn't sound right.” He continued walking, so deep in thought that he walked right into the lair, passed his brothers and headed straight for his lab, mumbling incoherently and not giving them a second glance. “What's up with Donnie?” Michelangelo asked his larger, red masked brother. “He looks super spaced out, bro....” Raphael scoffed. “Don's always like that, Mikey.” He said as he chewed on the toothpick in his mouth. Donatello took no notice of them and entered his lab, closing the door behind him.

Donatello sat at his computer and tried to remember as much as he could, typing all of it into the Google search bar. He pressed enter and stared at the results. “The phantom of the opera?” He said as he sat back in his chair. “I don't think I've watched that.”

Donatello read about the movie once or twice but never really gave it a second thought. He decided to read about it again and discovered that there were two, the original and a remake. He couldn't decide which one to watch so he ended up watching both. He found the constant singing a bit unnecessary but considering that it was a musical, he just accepted it. He actually found himself enjoying the movies, the original more than the remake but the story line was quite captivating.

In the days that followed, Donatello went back to that rooftop to hear her sing. Some mornings she would stay up there longer than usual but she was always there practicing her little song. He even caught himself humming the tune every so often. He couldn’t stop thinking about her and, much to his surprise; it was actually making him happy. His change in mood was noticeable and Leonardo was starting to get slightly suspicious. He wanted to question Donatello about his late nights but didn’t want to ruin his mood, at least one of them was happy. 

One night, after patrol, Donatello got to the rooftop and the girl wasn't there. He was a bit puzzled at first but decided to wait. It was still quite early. After waiting for a while, Donatello became worried. He thought that she wasn't going to show but just as his concern grew even more, she made an appearance. She set out her things as usual and started practicing.

He immediately calmed down and exhaled with relief. He found an old air-con vent and decided to sit down but it unexpectedly gave in to his weight and collapsed with a very loud, metallic clang. The girl gasped and shot up out of her seat, startled. Donatello went into ninja mode and quickly hid in the shadows.

“Who's there?” The girl called into the darkness.

Donatello panicked. A million thoughts were running through his head at that moment. Should he run? Should he stay? He thought about staying quiet but he was worried that she would be too scared to ever come back out on to the rooftop. He’d never see her again.

“I know you're there! Come out!” Her voice broke through his thoughts.

“No.” He cringed at his own bluntness.

There was a slight pause. “No? What do you mean ‘no’?” she said, obviously confused.

Donatello was starting to get nervous. “I-I can't.” He choked out.

“Why not?” The girl asked as she took a tentative step closer.

“I don't want you to see me.” Donatello moved through the shadows, making his voice seem like it was coming from different directions each time he spoke.

“Why not?” She repeated.

“You won't like what you see.” Donatello said softly, just loud enough so that she could hear but not letting her hear the hurt in his voice.

The was another pause. He looked at her face from the shadows, she looked confused. Sad almost. “What do you mean?” She said with a worried frown on her face.

Donatello thought for a moment. He thought about the song that she had been singing and the movie it came from and he suddenly got an idea.

“I-I'm horribly deformed.” He lied.

“Oh...” She frowned again. “I'm sure you don't look that bad.” Even though she tried to hide it, Donatello could hear her voice was laced with worry.

Donatello stopped moving around and chuckled at her attempt at being nice. “I'm hardly human.” He said, not exactly lying.

“Don't say that. I'm sure you're more human than most.” Her (E/C) eyes continued to search the shadows for signs of movement. “It's not all about what you're like on the outside.” Her voice picking up a bit.

"I guess, but I still think you'll find me gross." Donatello sighed.

"Well how about we just chat then?" The girl suggested. "Let's get to know each other and maybe you'll feel more comfortable about showing yourself."

Donatello thought for a moment. "Y-yeah, okay. That sounds good." He said with a nervous laugh.

"Cool." She smiled. "Let's start with your name."

"Donatello." He said shyly, "But everyone calls me Donnie."

"That's a really cool name." She beamed. "My name is (Y/N). Pleased to meet you, Donnie."

Donatello met (Y/N) on that rooftop every chance he got. These little secret meetings went on for weeks, Donatello waiting for her on the rooftops and chatting to her from the shadows. Most mornings he would listen to her sing for a while before making her aware of his presence. There were a few times when (Y/N) would ask Donatello to show himself but each time she asked he would say no and apologise. It hurt him to see the look of disappointment on her face but he knew that it was for the best. Yet, each time he saw that look, it slowly broke his resolve.

Early one morning, Donatello sat in his usual spot and waited. The darkness in the night sky was just beginning to fade and the stars weren't shining as brightly anymore. The sun would start to rise soon and (Y/N) was usually out by now. Not a moment later, he heard the familiar sound of the rooftop maintenance door opening, indicating the arrival of the young song bird. Donatello settled down, expecting (Y/N)'s beautiful voice to ring through the air. He waited. But nothing happened. He frowned, wondering why she wasn't singing. He stole a glace to check if it was not maybe someone else that came up instead. But all he saw was (Y/N), gazing up at the fading stars. He wondered why she wasn't singing. He wondered if he should say something. He heard her sigh and could feel the sadness in it. It almost broke his heart.

"(Y/N)?" Donatello called out tentatively.

"Donnie." She gave a soft smile. "I'm sorry if I was a little late."

"What's wrong?" 

"I overslept." She stated simply.

"No, I meant why aren't you singing?"

"Oh," she paused and took a breath. "I don't need to practice anymore." She said softly.

"Why? I thought-"

"I didn't get the part, Donnie."

Donatello felt her sadness again. "Oh..." Was all he managed to say.

"Well, I got the part but I've been replaced." She added, disdain creeping into her voice.

"Replaced?" Donatello crept a bit closer.

"Yes." She sighed. "The male lead managed to convince the director that his girlfriend should play Christine because she looks more like her from the movie. They're such hypocrites!" She crossed her arms over her chest, and frowned. "When I auditioned for the part they said that everyone is welcome because they wanted to have a diverse cast and they wanted to be different. But then they pull something like this?!" She raised her voice at the last sentence. "Unbelievable." She mumbled. Donatello didn't know what to say. He didn't know if he even should say anything. She sighed again and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Donnie. I'm just venting."

He smiled. "It's okay. We all need to vent sometimes."

He heard her chuckle. "Since we're sharing, what do you need to vent about?"

"My brothers." Donatello said without thinking.

"You have brothers?"

Donatello froze. 

"Donnie?" (Y/N) called out. "You still there?"

"You weren't supposed to know that..." He said sheepishly.

"Why not?" She asked.

Donatello didn't know how to answer that. The silence dragged on for a few moments until (Y/N) spoke up, encouragingly.

"No, this is good." She sounded eager. "Please continue. I'd love to hear more about your brothers." She tried to spur him on. "What are their names? What are they like?"

Donatello fought many internal battles, trying to decide if he should reveal any more about himself or his life, not wanting to endanger the rest of his family. But he didn't have to tell her too much. Where they lived didn't need to come up yet. Yeah... And if all else fails, he could just run...

"Well, there's Leo, Raph, Mikey and I..."

Donatello spoke and (Y/N) listened. He told her as much as he could without revealing too much and answering the few questions that she had whenever he could.

"It sounds amazing, Donnie." She said a while after they fell into a comfortable silence. "You're lucky to have brothers like that. To have people you can count on."

Donnatello was quiet and thought about her words. "Yeah," he said softly. "I guess I am."

"I'd love to meet your brothers."

Donatello didn't know what to say. He knew what that implied and it terrified him.

"I don't know if that's a good idea." He said warily.

Donatello heard (Y/N) sigh. "I feel like I haven't met you properly and I don't like it. It feels so... I dunno," He heard her sigh again. "I don't think that 'fake' is the right word but it doesn't feel real, you know?"

"Yeah," Donatello's voice was barely a whisper. "I get it."

After a long pause, (Y/N) spoke up. "Don't you trust me?"

Donatello's heart clenched. He could hear the sadness in her voice and it sounded as if she was holding back tears. "No, (Y/N), it's not that." He found it difficult to tell her that it's not safe without telling her everything.

"Then what is it, Donnie?"

He stayed silent, not knowing what to say or do.

"I feel like I've finally made a proper friend, but at the same time... I feel like I'm talking to a stranger." She spoke so softly, her voice breaking slightly at the end. "I have so many questions but I'm scared that if I ask, I might scare you away."

"What questions?" Donatello heard himself say.

"Like, why are you out at this time of the night? And are your brothers like you?" She paused waiting for some kind of answer. "Why do you speak of your brothers so fondly but sound so lonely?" She added softly.

"We're all just a little stressed right now." He said after a while.

She at quietly waiting for him to continue, but he didn't, so she spurred him on slightly. "But...?"

Donatello sighed. "But I feel like they don't get me sometimes."

"Is that why you're up here all the time, talking to me?"

Donatello thought about her question. He thought about everything... And then he decided to to stop overthinking.

"I'm a six foot eight mutant turtle." He blurted out.

There was silence and Donatello panicked for a second.

"Are you serious?" (Y/N) asked. "I don't think this is funny, Donnie."

He heard her get up from her little lawn chair and panicked even more. "No! I'm completely serious!" He wracked his brain, trying to figure out a way to get her to stay. "I'll show you!"

He heard her stop and sigh. "If this some stupid joke-"

Donatello stepped out of the shadows and stepped up behind her, unintentionally startling her. She gasped and jumped a little before focusing on him. Her eyes landed on his chest first and shot up to his face. She gasped again and stumbled backwards, tripping over an exposed pipe that neither of them noticed and toppled over the edge of the building. Donatello lurched forward as her scream pierced the air and, with inhuman speed, dove over the edge after her. He reached out and grabbed her, before firing his grappling rope and pulling them back up to the roof top.

"Are you okay?" Donatello asked as soon as they landed safely. "I'm so sorry for scaring you." He felt her shaking in his arms and felt extremely guilty. "I didn't mean-"

"It's okay. I'm sorry too, I didn't mean to... you know. I-I didn't mean to react that way. I just wasn't expecting..."

"A turtle."

Still clinging to him with her forehead against his plastron, Donatello felt her nod in reply. He moved to let go of her but she held him tighter and buried her face in the crook of his arm.

"No," she said when he tried to let go of her. "I mean, can we just stay like this for a little while? Please?"

"O-Okay."

Donatello was somewhat confused but figured that she needed time to process everything, so he held on to her. After a few moments, he felt her give him a little squeeze and felt her hold loosen. Taking that as a sign that she was ready, he loosened his hold as well, and dropped his arms to hang at his sides. She took a small step back and tilted her head slowly. Donatello couldn't help but smile when her eyes meet his and she let out a quiet 'wow'. Her hand came up to his plastron, as if she wanted to touch it, but she retracted it at the last second. Instead, her hands went up to the sides of her face and she let out a breathy laugh in awe of what she was seeing.

"How?" She asked softly.

"It's a long story." Donatello gave her a nervous smile.

"I've got time." She smiled up at him but her smile faded when she glanced behind him. "But you don't." She frowned as she looked at the first light of the rising sun.

Donatello turned and followed her gaze. He hadn't even noticed the stars fade or the sky getting lighter. He grumbled to himself and turned back to her, taking her hands in his. "I'll be back tonight and I'll explain everything." He gave her hands a little squeeze before letting go and stepping back.

"Same time?" She asked, worried.

He noticed her worry and thought for a moment. "How about after midnight?" He was almost at the edge of the building.

"After midnight's great."

"Great." He said as her turned and sent a little wave over his shoulder. Leo would be so mad at him for staying out so late... early? Someone could have seen him. He stepped up to the ledge at the very edge of the rooftop and got ready to descend to the dark alley below. 

"Great." He heard (Y/N) giggle nervously. "It's a date."

He froze. "A date?" He whispered. 

But by the time he turned around, the maintenance door was already swinging closed and (Y/N) was gone.

*****

One year later 

"Donnie?"

"Yeah?"

"Why is there no frosting on this poptart?"

(Y/N) asked as they stood in the kitchen, with one hand on her hip and the other hand holding the treat up in front of him. She knew full well that it was him that had licked it off yet she still asked the question, hoping to at least make him feel guilty enough to not do it again. He smiled sheepishly and shrugged before he resumed his task of making Hot Chocolate for them. She rolled her eyes and couldn't stop the smile that crept up onto her face.

"What am I going to do with you?" She asked as she walked back towards the fridge.

"Love me..." Donnie started singing in an off key falsetto. "That's all I ask of you."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes again and started laughing as Donatello 'sang' the instrumental part of the song.

"SHUT UP!"

Raphael's booming voice rang through the air from where he sat watching TV and (Y/N) rushed to him to clamp both hands over Donatello's mouth to try and stop the noise he was making.

"Stop, Donnie." She giggled.

"He's just jealous." Donatello whispered before leaning down and giving her a light peck on the lips.

They both blushed and (Y/N) fixed his glasses before pressing her lips to his snout.

"Gross guys, we make food in here," Raphael pulled a face as he walked past them to retrieve another bag of cookies. "And I'm not jealous," he grumbled as he left the kitchen.

[aculinaryimpossibility]

Crazy in Love - Donnie x Reader

WARNING: slight cursing, and there’s no read more because I’m new to mobile and don’t know how to put one in whoops

Description: Reader has a bad day and decides to cope by drinking absurd and copious amounts of alcohol. Drunken confessions and silliness follow. (Gender neutral)

Note: hey, this is my very first fanfic. It’s gonna probably be bad. please read it anyway. i really hope you like it though.

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You had had the worst day. Your boss has been a dick, and your job as a whole was beginning to get to you. On top of that, the reality of the situation you were in was becoming damn near unbearable. You were happy, god, you were ecstatic to be living with the boys, but then again, you lived in the sewer. How pathetic you were. Unable to find a real place, so you shack up with four giant turtles. You didn’t mind them though, they were wonderful to live with really. There was only one downside among them. Donatello Hamato.

He was both your weakness and your strength, your light and your dark. What stressed you the most, yet the only thing that could calm you down. You loved him, and that was the problem. Why would him, an amazing incredible guy who had saved the world multiple times ever want to be with some plain loser like you? You could never, would never, and will never be good enough for him.

That, among other things was the reason that you pulled out your secret bottle of Jack. It was a sweet relief that you didn’t often find yourself craving. But then again, days like this didn’t come often. The boys were out on patrol, giving you what you thought would be adequate time to drink your pains away, take a cold shower and shake off your drunkenness. You were wrong.

The boys had come home early that day due to cold weather and a suspicious lack of petty thieves. Leo had fought hard to keep his brothers out on patrol, but when it came down to a 3 to 1 vote and Mikey almost passing out on a rooftop because he was “freezing in his shell”, they all headed back to the lair.

Entering the lair was a bit of a shock to all of the turtles. They heard Beyoncé, blasted as loud as she could be, and your slurred off-key voice singing along. Donnie goofily grinned to himself, how were you so cute?

“Dudes… if we don’t get any video of this, I will never forgive us” Raph chuckled at that. Donnie thought of video taping you dancing around your room, then thought against it. That was something he would want to save for himself, something he wanted to keep in the back of his mind, for him and only him to know. But he couldn’t keep this to himself. He had very few memories of you that he got to have himself. He longed though, so much for you to be his. To have memories of you in his arms, memories of your lips upon his. He could never have that. He was a freak, and you? You were the most beautiful person on the face of the earth. You could surely have anyone, anyone who would give you that perfect white picket fence life, so why would you ever want him?

“Let’s not Mikey.” Donnie spoke quietly and calmly. His younger brother gave him a look of disappointment.

“Aw Donnie! But- aw come on man this is great!!” You were still singing along. Ralph scoffed at his youngest brother, who was now approaching your door.

“If I can’t record it I’m at least gonna make fun of her” His older brothers smiled at the remark as he opened the door.

The second he saw you, tousled hair, leggings and a sweater that was way way way too big for you, Donnie could not control the infectious grin that spread on his face. It was the kind of smile that spread, that made his toes curl up and his stomach flutter. God, you were beautiful. You noticed the door opening and whipped around, Beyoncé’s crazy in love still booming around your voice.

“Hey guys!” You said, emphasizing the ‘u’. You approached Donnie first, the impairment of your senses raising your courage. You trapped him in your embrace and tilted your head up to look at him. “Don’t you love this song?! It’s so iconic!” You were practically yelling and the boys couldn’t help but wonder how Splinter had been putting up with this while they were gone.

Donnie was thoroughly flustered. Here he was, arms wrapped around the lady of his dreams while she bopped her head to the beat. He didn’t know what to say. What was he supposed to say?

“I-it is quite catchy.” You smiled at his response and backed out of his arms, singing along to the music again, this time pointing at Donnie, and dancing around him.

Did you know what you were doing to him? You must’ve known, and this was all some sick prank on him. He couldn’t help but blush some more as you sang along, looking at him.

“It’s the beat my heart skips when I’m with you, but I still don’t understand, just how your love can do what no one else can.” Donnie’s brothers smiled and laughed at him. They were aware of his little (big) crush on you, and they gave him a knowing look as they silently exited the room and shut the door.

You two were alone now. It was just him and you, maybe now he co- and you were in his arms again. Donatello could barely breathe as you whispered in his ear, the chorus playing around you both.

“You’re the Jay-Z to my Beyoncé.” It was a cheesy line you had pulled, sure, what else was he expecting from your shitfaced form, but the things it did to him were absurd. He felt your lip brush against his neck as you pulled yourself back down off of your tiptoes. Your slurred whisper had brought him a fit of stutters, and a face that was tomato red. You couldn’t like him. There was no way. Yet here you were, nestled between his muscular arms looking at him almost expectantly.

What he did next took guts. Donatello had never imagined being this forward with you. But despite himself, despite every alarm going on in his head, he leaned down towards you. Screw it, he had lived his entire life thinking with his brain, and now for once he was going to think with his heart. His lips smashed into yours, your hands desperately clawing at the back of his head pulling him closer and closer into you. You sobered up at this, becoming hyperaware of every touch his hands planted on your body. You were ecstatic. He was ecstatic. You both seemed to blend together perfectly, your bodies intertwining in a messy fest of hands on skin. You pulled away for air.

“Wow.” You were still whispering despite the fact that your playlist was still booming through your room. He chuckled at you, still blushing, and leaned his forehead against yours.

“Wow is right.”

[ddawn111]

Currently working on a rottmnt donnie x reader oneshot.

DonTron upgrading the reader's weapon... and adding a bit of his own flare to it.

[someonefromabove]

Hi! I LOVE your stuff! I have a question, do you think the guys would like having their shells scratched? I heard that some turtles like it and I was wondering if the boys would like it too. Thanks love!

Hiiii there! Thank you so much for your compliment! 🥰🥰🥰 I‘m very glad that you like my writings. And just fyi, I‘ll try to answer more frequently in the future. It’s just that my training (there isn’t quite the right word for Ausbildung in english...it’s like you learn for 2-3 years a special profession/job which you pass with a final exam at the end of it) is very busy at the moment and I have to learn a lot of paragraphs and stuff at the moment. But by the middle of November, when I had my verbal midterm exam, I can answer again like no one has ever seen :D

Also, to answer your question:

I think, all of them would like it. They‘d all have their preferences though. I can imagine, that you could scratch Raph and Mikey’s shell a bit harder than Donnie and Leo‘s shell, especially during sexy times, if you know what I mean 😏. Also, it depends on the situation and the mood they’re in. If they had a rough day, they‘d all prefer a light and loving scratch on their shell. I can see Donnie falling asleep while you scratch his shell, maybe because he can finally relax after he was working too much again on a project of his. Leo would most likely just relax and maybe combine it with a good and long mediation. And well...for our boys Raph and Mikey...I think this would turn hot and steamy 99% of the time, because they just love your touch so much! And they can’t keep their hands off of you! I hope, you like the answer! 😊

[tmntreasures]

Prom Night (Donatello)

Prompt: A boy at your high school, named George, has asked you out; not because he likes you, but because you were his last option. Obviously, you turn him down since you have a turtle boyfriend who was going to meet with you behind the school. On the night of prom, you go outside to wait for your secret love. But the boy who had asked you out corners you outside and acts aggressive…

You made your way into the lair, making a beeline right for Donatello's work station. The event was still fresh in your head and you had to tell the tall mutant about it. You never thought such a thing would happen to you, but it had; and although you tried not to get shaken up about it your body just ignored you.

“Donatello?” You called out as you entered the room, trying not to bump into any of the tables and risk knocking over one of the many liquid-filled beakers.

The mutant turtle was hovering over a laptop that had been built with a variety of different parts from the junkyard. At the sound of your voice he smiled but kept his focus on the project at hand. “Oh, hey! You're here early,” He quickly closed out of the program and shut the laptop. When he finally looked at you he saw just how much you were shaking and was at your side immediately.“Hey, are you okay?”

Once his fingers touched your arm you let out a shaky breath as your mind reeled at what had happened to you at school. A boy from your class—you believe his name was George –had come up to you in between classes and asked you out to prom. You declined of course, but the boy would not take 'no' for an answer.

For the rest of the day he had kept pestering you at any chance he had; each interaction becoming more and more verbally aggressive. Even when you had told him you had a boyfriend taking you to the dance it wasn't enough. He had quizzed you about who your boyfriend was, what school he went to, and other information that was really none of his business.

Even at the end of the school day he persisted; however, he took it one step too far when he had gotten physical. It hadn't been anything painful, all he did was push you forward after you had told him 'no' for the umpteenth time, but the fact that he had touched you made you think he was serious.

You relayed the story to Donatello as calmly as you could but it was difficult to do. George's threat was finally starting to sink in and it terrified you. The feeling of Donatello rubbing your back calmed you down and you managed to take a deep breath. The events seemed to bury themselves as he comforted you and you found yourself resting your head against his chest.

“Why can't people just leave me alone?” You muttered against him.

Donatello kept rubbing your back as he mused over what you had told him. Whoever this boy was, he clearly had no idea who he had been harassing. Your taste in men was very...specific, to say the least. Not to mention that by taking his misplaced anger out on you that this boy had made a very vengeful enemy. However, the mutant turtle would never show that side of himself to you directly, especially since all you needed right now was a shoulder to cry on.

“People are just dumb. Especially boys,” he comforted you, wrapping his arms around your smaller figure to hold you close.

“You're not dumb.” You stated as you felt yourself beginning to relax in his tight grip.

He let out a small chuckle and shrugged, “Okay yeah, but that's obvious.” The two of you giggled a little before he finally looked down at you. “You want me to change the password to all of his accounts?” He made sure to keep a cheerful tone to sound like he was just joking; but in his mind, he realized it would be a good start to the boy's torment.

You grumbled against him and shook your head, “No.” Revenge sounded like a good idea, but you knew if something happened it might come back to you. This boy had already gone physical over a 'no'; you would hate to see what a few prank e-mails would make him do.

He frowned at your absence of speech, feeling upset that his first attempt to cheer you up did not work. “Hey,” he grabbed both sides of your face and tilted your head gently upward. His brown eyes stared into yours as he continued. “It's gonna be okay. You're here, you're safe. And if he tries something again, then the rest of his school days won't be easy.” He smiled when he saw the same gesture form on your face. “I love you. And I'm not going to let a little punk hurt you.”

Although you still felt apprehensive about seeing George in class the next day, Donatello's words were enough for you to forget about it for the time being. You gripped his wrists and gave them a squeeze, your smile growing wider as his thumbs rubbed your cheeks. “Thanks Donnie. I love you too,” You stood on your tiptoes to give him a quick peck on his lips. The moment you pulled away, however, you waved a finger at him and warned. “Don't do anything rash, okay?”

He scoffed and pointed at himself. “Me? Rash? You must be confusing me with Raph,” He put a hand behind your back and began to lead you out of his work area. “But speaking of prom...” The mutant began, feeling his cheeks flush at the idea. Before he had a chance to continue you interrupted.

“Yes, you can come Donnie.”

“Oh, I know I can.” He grinned down at you. “I just want to know what color you'll be wearing.”

The idea of him surprising you made you a little giddy, making you grin from ear-to-ear. “Well, this might shock you but I was gonna wear purple.”

“Yeah?” He sounded genuinely surprised, but there was still a smile on his face. “That'll actually make it easy,” he mumbled loud enough for you to hear, making sure to give you a sly look out of the corner of his eye.

You grinned wider and began poking at his arm. “What? What do you have planned? Tell meee!” Donatello was the type to tell you every plan he had in mind for the sake of consistency; so when he decided to surprise you, it was always a delight.

He chuckled and began to return the pokes teasingly. “It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you. But you'll like it.” He hesitated for a second before adding, “At least I hope you'll like it.”

You giggled and hugged his arm briefly before sliding your hand down to his, intertwining your fingers. “I'm sure I'll love it,” you reassured him.

The words were enough for him and he squeezed your hand. The two of you walked through his workshop in silence for a bit before he finally broke it. “Sooo...about that kid from earlier.” He peered at you over the top of his glasses. “You sure I don't need to give him a scare when he goes to bed tonight?”

“Yes, Donatello. It's fine,” You gave him a smile and bumped his hip with your own. “He's just a sad, lonely little kid. I'm over it now.” You stood on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek before tugging on his hand. “C'mon. I wanna beat your Mario score.”

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The moment you left the lair, Donatello was hard at work making George's life as miserable as he could; not through violence of course, but through his thorough knowledge of computers and other electronics. It was easy gaining access to the boy's laptop and cell phone; the security programs George had installed were cheap, making it almost child's play for the mutant.

At first he did simple, albeit annoying, things. He would close tabs the boy had open, make the phone hang up or switch to speaker during conversations. As the prom date grew closer and closer, his annoyances became worse and worse. He would turn the phone's ring-tone back on during school hours and opened a website with questionable content anytime the boy's computer was being used; as an added bonus, he would make sure the volume was on full blast when he decided to have a video play on that same site. Sometimes, if Michelangelo decided to get involved, they would make status updates on the human boy's social media pages with embarrassing facts Donatello had found while snooping through the boy's search history.

The only time he eased up on the kid was the day before your prom night. There were still a couple of things for him to gather and fix, so he had spent all of his time and energy on those last-minute chores. Once everything was prepared for your date, he began to plan out his final attack on George.

The hours flew by and soon it was time for him to leave. Donatello took one last look in the smudged mirror and adjusted the purple bow-tie around his neck before going to leave. However, he stopped mid-step and went back to grab a little device in the shape of a phone, shoving it in his pocket as he finally left the lair for your school.

There was something off ever since the dance started. You weren't sure what it was, but you could just feel it; as if something, or someone, was causing trouble. With the help of your friends and a few fun songs, you were able to push the nagging feeling aside. After a few hours of dancing, you noticed what time it was and checked your phone for any messages from your mutant boyfriend. You frowned and felt your stomach sink a little when there was nothing from him. Usually Donatello was on time, if not early, for any date you two set up. For him to not even send a text saying he was running late was just not like him.

You shook your head and tried not to think too much about it. He did have a duty to protect the city after all. Perhaps he was just rounding up some bad guys or had to stop a mugging on the way over. Either way, you felt the need to hydrate and quickly slipped away from your energetic group of friends. It was not until you reached the punch bowl that you noticed George from across the crowded room.

The boy looked perplexed and was busy tapping his finger furiously at his phone. A couple of students near him were starting to give the boy odd looks before muttering to one another with grins on their faces or just blatantly laughing at him.

A part of you was glad that, whatever was going on, was clearly embarrassing the boy; but for some reason, any resentment you felt for him was overpowered by your curiosity. You wanted to know why he was so distressed and what was causing it. Very carefully, you dipped behind groups of other students and pillars, trying to avoid any detection. You stopped, hiding behind a row of lockers the moment you could finally hear what was going on over the loud boom of music.

“Georgie listen,” a woman's voice cracked from George's phone. “I know you're a growing boy, but you have got to stop using your socks for masturbation. They get all crusty and nasty if you don't wash them immediately afterward. Oh yeah, don't think I don't know about your 'secret stash' too. You're not as slick as you think you are, mister.”

George's cheeks were a bright red and his jaw was clenched tightly from sheer embarrassment. There were beads of sweat running down his face faster than tears as he tried to frantically hang up. “Oh my god. Mom, just...shut up!” He hissed at the electronic rectangle in his hand.

As much as you wanted to laugh at his torment, the feeling of enmity suddenly resurfaced and Donatello's lack of messages suddenly began to make sense.

“Oh yeah,” the voice continued despite the boy's efforts to mute it. “When you come home, we're gonna need to talk about some these...what is this? 'Kinks'? There's a whole list of--”

You did not stick around to hear the rest of it. It was all suddenly coming together and it made your blood boil. Even after you had asked him not to do anything to this stupid classmate of yours, Donatello still went behind your back and tormented him. On top of that, he was so wrapped up in his quest for vengeance that he had forgotten about you and your date tonight. The mutant ninja turtle had better things to do than hack into a teenage boy's computer and phone.

The metal door slammed open as you stormed outside, keeping your eyes open for any sign of the giant turtle. You paused when you heard his voice and followed the sound as quietly as you could. Soon, you found him sitting casually on a tree branch, speaking into some invention in his hand.

“Also, keep an eye on your drink sweetie.” Donatello spoke, his eyes trained on the window just in front of him. “There are some weird kids in there. You don't want your drink spiked and you wake up in the boy's locker with--” Static screeched from the other line, making the mutant turtle cringe. He chuckled a little and looked at the device in his hand. “Took him long enough to break his phone,” He shoved the little piece of technology into his pocket and began to rummage through his pack. “Time for the good ol' fashioned pea-shooter.”

You shook your head in disappointment and put your hands on your hips. “Donatello!”

He jumped on his perch and almost dropped his pea-shooter at the sound of your voice. His eyes looked even wider behind his glasses as he stared at you in shock. “H-heeeey sweetie! I didn't even hear you come out.” He gave you a sheepish smile and gulped. “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough.” You huffed. “I told you not to bother him!”

“I know!” He whined a little and sat up straight, leaning his shell against the tree trunk. The mutant turtle began to fiddle with the pea shooter, keeping his eyes focused on the toy as if too ashamed to look at you.

His lack of eye-contact just fueled your frustration and you stomped your foot to get his attention. “You're better than this Donnie! He's just a dumb teenage boy who did something stupid!”

“I'm a teenage boy too!” He finally snapped his attention to you, his fingers still fidgeting with the pea-shooter. “I'm just not stupid,” he added as he looked away from you.

You frowned a little at his response before letting out a sigh. He had a good point. Despite everything he did, fighting crime, being good with machines, and being the smartest person you knew, Donatello was a teenager just like you. Of course he was going to defend your honor like this. Even though he went a little far, it did wash most of your anger away knowing he would still make an effort for you like this.

However, you were still aggravated that it had distracted him from your date. You crossed your arms and kept your eyes locked on his form. “You could have at least told me you were running late,” you added sternly.

He winced when he checked the time and you could see the guilt spread across his face. “I'm sorry,” he put the pea-shooter away and seemed to hesitate for a second. “Hey. Could you do me a favor?”

A part of you wanted to refuse him but there was something innocent in his tone that made you go along with it. “Yeah?” You asked a little too harshly.

“Could you turn around for a sec?” Despite your obvious aggravation he tried to keep his tone cheerful. Luckily, it was enough to make you comply and he hopped out of the tree without a sound. “Let me see your hand,” his voice was soft next to your ear and it sent wonderful chills down your spine.

The idea of a surprise began to chip away at your sour mood and you did as he asked, holding your dominant hand out but keeping your back to him. He began to slide something soft and elastic over your hand, stopping only once it was at your wrist. Once it was good and snug, he gently pushed your hand out in front of you.

On your wrist was a handmade corsage. The flowers were all different shades of purple, but they were clearly fake as some of the petals were becoming frayed, but the silver ribbons looked fairly new. There were some bits of dried glue poking out too, but the more you stared at it, the more your heart began to swell. Any anger or annoyance you had began to melt away and you could even feel some tears creeping to the edge of your eyes. It was the most beautiful gift you have ever received.

“Ta-da!” He exclaimed with a hopeful smile.

You turned to look at him, after wiping some of the tears, away and smiled. “Donatello it's gorgeous.”

“Really? You think so?” His smile grew and his eyes widened in surprise. “I mean, I know it's not a store-bought one. Not to mention preserving real flowers in the sewer is almost impo--” You cut him off with a clumsy kiss as you had to jump a little to plant it on his lips. He smiled at you and shrugged, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you in close. “Well, if you like it then I guess it's okay.” He bent down and placed a much gentler kiss on your lips.

“I love it,” you whispered once he pulled away. “Thank you Donnie.”

He grinned. “Sooo...you forgive me?”

You sighed in feign annoyance before smiling at him. “I gueeeess. Yeah.”

The two of you laughed as he pressed his forehead against yours. The sound of slow music drifted outside from the school building and you both fell silent, smiling softly at each other.

“Would you like to dance?” Donatello asked, his hands tightening around your waist.

“I would love to,” you answered, moving your hands as close to his shoulders as you could.

You both swayed back and forth to the rhythm of the song, sharing a kiss here and there. Once it was over, the two of you just stared at each other for a long time. “I love you Donnie,” You said softly.

“I love you too,” he smiled.

You paused for a second and raised a brow at him. “You wanna go back to the lair and play some video games?”

“Yes, please.” He nodded fervently. He grabbed your hand and the two of you ran off into the night, disappearing into the lair for the best end to your night.

[vulearanger]

How boys met their future S/O, spending time with them and confessed them. Part 2. DonatelloXReader.

Warning: a little bit smut. Like, really a little bit.

Donatello

How you met? Huh, we-e-ell, that's interesting story. You're April's/Casey's friend and your duo always liked to have some problems on your butts. But this time the Foot Clan catch you, and turtle boys had to rescue you.

You were saparated with your friend, hurted a little bit, and Donatello found you first. April/Casey told you when she/he was drunk about unusual friends, and you wasn't so surprised to see a giant mutant turtle. The purple guy firstly checked your injuries, that wasn't so bad, but he easily took your body in his arms and carried you away.

He looked pretty slim, but his muscles were impressive. Don was so concentrated on the mission to get you out of here. Plus, from the cornor you were looking at him he looked pretty hot. M-m-m~

Ok, but when this stuff ended, he become more shy then you thought. But that wasn't a problem for you. You felt that there is something about this what you wanted to study.

"Well, handsome, I'm Y/N", - you held out your hand to him, a blush appeared on boy's cheeks, but he shook your hand. "D-donatello...". Well, kinda like that.

Donatello always spends his free time in his lab, we all know it. But when you appeared in his life, what confused him incredibly, his time spending changed a little bit.

You were sincere interested in him, in his hobbies and experements. Donnie liked that, but also were surprised, cause you're a human, more extravert, you liked parties with your friends and, as you told him, you're a humanitarian.

Lately the connection became stronger. Donnie trusted you and was sure you two good friends, but the others watched after you, and your communication was more like flirt, so Raph started teasing you guys.

Genius didn't thought about it much. You just shared with him stories about your exs, listend to him, when he was upset because of his brothers, that sometimes didn't appreciated his help.

Well, conversation wasn't the only one way you had fun. Of course he was making a video games party only for you two. Yeah, that was the thing. Drinks, games, shooters, some chips, popcorn and, of course, cuddling. An innocent cuddling with you, when you sitting on his lap or between hin legs.

Yet still he felt at those moments something. Well, obviously, is was nice, yet still he held himself in control and thought it would soonly end.

But he was wrong. The desire to touch you was growing. And every time when you get closer to him his heart started beating faster, and his imagination played cruelly woth him...

And you had to stop in the lair for a few days, cause unexpectedly the owner needed to make a reapir of your apartment. Donnie and the other guys gladly accepted you, Don let you sleep in his room. In the evening, when you had a difficult day, and when Don returned in his room to take some gadget, he frozen, when he saw you naked.

Your body, eyes and everything in you are so beautiful. He felt the heat spreading through his body. Your first thought was to get dressed quickly, but you couldn't, you just stared at Donnie and catch you on a thought, that you liked how he was looking at you.

No need any words. The turtle just closed the door, quickly came up to you and pressed his lips to your in a passionate kiss.

But what happened next - it's another story.

[someonefromabove]

how about the boys reaction when they find out their friend can water bend?

Oh my god, they love it! Like, for the first few weeks after they discovered your powers, you won’t have any time alone, because at least one of them is always around to watch you bend or to ask you tons of questions (that part mostly comes from Donnie or Mikey). Leo will be in awe and often watch you silently while you show your powers. To him it is almost hypnotizing and he‘ll want to ask you to bend a little while he meditates, because he can relax a lot when he hears these sounds. Raph will want you to destroy as many things as possible. I mean who could blame him? Water can be very dangerous and this is an excellent way for you to defend yourself! Donnie will try to find an explanation for it. Our little genius has to understand how you can bend water and if there’s the possibility to control other elements and if even they could do it. Believe me, you’ll spend a lot of time in his lab for his many tests he‘ll do on you. Mikey on the other hand just enjoys your powers as they are like you do. Sure, he‘ll constantly ask questions on what you can or cannot do, but other than that you’re still the same person to him. The only thing that changes is that he‘ll tell you everything he knows about his comics of superheros who have the same power as you.

[someonefromabove]

Lmao what about the boys wanting attention so they literally plop down on their SO smothering they with their body? 😂🌸

A/N: Hahaha I really love the picture I have in my mind on this request 😂👌🏻

Pairings: LeoxReader, RaphxReader, DonniexReader, MikeyxReader

Warnings: none

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In my opinion, Leo, Raph and Donnie will only do it, if no one is watching. They will not literally jump onto their s/o, because they want attention. But they’ll have their own ways to show it. Leo will just straight ask you to cuddle or to spend time with him. Why wasting time on giving hints while he could spend that time with you? Also, we all know that Leo is serious most of the time, so you’ll know he wants your attention when he tries to joke and play around. Raph will become clingy and a little grumpy. He doesn’t like to show affection out in public, so he really hopes you get the point if he tries to annoy you a little and touch you a lot. It’s just his way to show you, because he isn’t great with words in that case. Donnie will be really shy about that. It’s no problem if you’re the one who wants affection, but if he is, damn, he’ll blush and stutter like when he asked you out for the first time. It’s always the possibility that you could refuse what scares him and he overthinks the many outcomes. He‘ll try to ask you for affection, however his behavior will tell you way before his words can. And now last but not least, Mikey. Let’s be honest, yes, Mikey would literally jump onto you to get affection. So if you sit on the couch, watching tv or something, it will be possible that out of the sudden Mikey jumps right into your lab. He doesn’t care if you’re in the middle of doing something or not, spending time with you has more priority than anything else. He’ll be satisfied however if you really don’t have time right now, that you’ll make it up to him later in the bedroom. 😉😏

[someonefromabove]

Could you do a tmnt + Casey+ April where their girlfriend has a big bust and she wears button up shirts there’s a gap between the fabric and they can see her bra? (Tmnts respective colors)

A/N: Oh my 😏 By the way this was the one that got deleted and I‘m sorry, it may not be as good as the original version.

Pairings: LeoxReader, RaphxReader, DonniexReader, MikeyxReader, AprilxReader, CaseyxReader

Warnings: light smut? xD, mentions of underwear (if that’s a warning lol), nosebleed

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Leonardo

color: blue

Oh my god, Leo would try so hard not to stare at you. It was pure torture to the poor boy, since he liked every inch of your body so much. When he realized that you also wore his color, it was over. Leo couldn’t contain his inner animal anymore as he threw you over his shoulder and got to his bedroom with you. Prepare for some punishment for teasing him.

Raphael

color: red

Raph would definitely try not to stare, but he’d fail miserably. This view is just too welcoming for him and I think he wouldn’t even care if someone else was with you in the room. He‘d try to end the conversation you‘d have as quick as possible, just to guide you to his bedroom. The fact that you were wearing his color got him really excited and he now wanted to show you the only thing he liked you wearing more than this bra: nothing.

Donatello

color: purple

Instant blushing incoming!!! When Donnie saw your bust, his face turned red in not even a second and he maybe even would start to get a nosebleed. Of course he wouldn’t tell the truth on why his nose was suddenly bleeding, but he’d say it’s because of the dry air. For the next few minutes (or hours) he wouldn’t even look at your direction anymore. He‘d be too shy to do so, since he didn’t want to stare at you.

Michelangelo

color: orange

Mikey would definitely make a comment about his view like: „Wow, babe. I see you‘re wearing my color? Orange definitely suits you.“ He wouldn’t care if someone was in the room with him and you, everyone knew about Mikey’s flirtatious personality anyway, so why hiding it? He‘d also tease you a bit with that scenario, even days later. He’s a mean little fella if he wants to be, but don’t worry. You‘ll have plenty of opportunities to revenge yourself.

April

color: yellow

April would take small looks to confirm her sighting. But she internally got really excited when she realized that you were wearing her favorite color! She wouldn’t stare at you though and there also wouldn’t be a comment until you both got to bed at night. She’ll remind you on how she sees everything and that she liked what she saw.

Casey

color: black

Staring? Check. Comment? Check. Grinning like an idiot? Check. Wow, Casey would be the „worst“ of all of them. He’d be a combination of Raph and Mikey and no matter if you two would be alone or not, there would be a lot of staring and some comments involved. He‘d also proudly point out „his territory“ as he calls it to Raphael, just to make him jealous and show everyone you’re his. Yeah, he‘d be a pretty big asshole, but you‘ll love him anyway, right?

[someonefromabove]

A/N: Sorry that it took so long! I hope, you’ll enjoy. 🥰

Pairings: LeoxReader, RaphxReader, DonniexReader, MikeyxReader

Warnings: none

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Leo would not stare, he‘d try to help you with the sniper. He would try to prevent you from any harm, since you were innocent. After the fight was over he would look at you with shock. Why did you save him!? You didn’t know each other, but you still risked your life for him!? Leo wouldn’t understand and he would call Donnie to make sure you were okay while ignoring his own injuries.

Raph would just look at you with shock. What. Are. You. Doing!? And who were you!? He was so impressed when he saw you knocking that dude out cold. It would send shivers down his spine...but the good kind of shivers. After the fight he still wouldn’t be able to talk for a few minutes. He‘d let Donnie check on you before talking to you and he‘d only ask why you did it. The fact that you were a stranger didn’t matter to him. He was just glad you were okay and he was very thankful for your actions.

Donnie would also watch you fight the man, but as soon as he‘d been on the ground, Donnie would rush to you for checking on you. He would be so concerned that he‘d totally forget that you didn’t even know each other. After he realized that you were fine, he’d blush like crazy. You...you really saved him? He would still be concerned about you though and he‘d advice you to go to the hospital, just to make sure.

Mikey would smile like crazy and join the fight. This was the first time ever a human would stand up for him like that. I mean, you saved his life! This wasn’t something everyone would do for anyone. Mikey would hug you as soon as the fight was over, saying „Thank you.“ all over again. For him, you were a hero. His hero. He‘d definitely want to get to know you better after that, becoming friends at least.

[someonefromabove]

A/N: Dear anon, headcanons are always welcomed on my blog! Also, I know how you feel, love...a few years back I had depression and anxiety myself, but I kicked their asses and I hope I can help you with this little post. If you wanna talk or something feel free to message me! I‘ll send you all my love and motivation that I have! ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: LeoxReader, RaphxReader, DonniexReader, MikeyxReader

Warnings: none

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Leonardo

Going to bed:

„Good evening, my love. I hope that you had a wonderful day and that you had a lot of fun. I just wanted to remind you to go to bed early tonight, so that you can have a proper sleep. If something‘s up, you can call me anytime you want, right? I love you and I wish you a good night. Love, Leonardo“

Waking up:

„Good morning, honey! I dreamt about you tonight and woke up with a feeling that today will be a great day for you. So please, don‘t waste any opportunities and get up on time so you won‘t be late, alright? I hope, that you had a great night and that you‘ll have a perfect day. I‘ll text you again soon, I promise! Love, Leonardo.“

Raphael

Going to bed:

„Hey babe. Just wanted to check on ya, ’cause ya said ya need help with goin‘ to bed early. So...here I am. Uh...I‘m not good with words and ya know that. Hope ya had a nice day? Mine was okay, I guess. Would‘ve been better, if I had spent it with ya. But I‘ll see ya soon, I promise! Well, I hope that ya will have a good night. Call me, if anything’s off, okay? Love ya. Raph“

Waking up:

„Morning princess. I know, it‘s early...but ya have to get up and get ready. Today won‘t be as hard as ya think it‘ll be, Y/N. I promise ya that one. Also, I‘m not a morning person myself, but the fact that you’re out there awake makes me get up in no time! I know, I know...that one‘s cheesy as hell...promise me, ya won‘t tease me about it? Anyway, I wish ya a nice day wherever ya have to go. Love ya. Raph“

Donatello

Going to bed:

„Hi there, sweetheart. How was your day? I wish you could‘ve visited me today. I have a new invention just waiting for you to be tried out! But take your time, alright? It‘s already late and you should go to bed now. Having enough sleep is very important for your health and I want you to be as healthy as possible! If you can‘t sleep, you could always try to meditate or listen to some soft music. Or...you could call me, of course! I hope, that your night will be refreshing and calm. Good night, I love you, dear. Kisses, Donatello“

Waking up:

„Good morning, dove! Tell me, how was your night? Did you sleep well? Did you have any dreams? I know, you probably don‘t want to get up, but you‘ll have so much fun today! Also please make sure to eat a proper breakfast and drink enough throughout the day. I don‘t want you to pass out, because of dehydration or lack of energy. Tonight you‘ll have to tell me everything you did today, alright? I have to go now, training is starting in five minutes and I can‘t be late. I love you very much. Your loving Donatello“

Michelangelo

Going to bed:

„’Sup, Y/N? You good? Alright, I just finished my new game and looked at the time and decided to text my favorite person im the whole world! Yeah, yeah, that‘s you! Hehe...well...it‘s definitely time to go to bed, even if there‘s so much we could do together right now! But...no...Donnie always says we need enough sleep to survive. Funny, ‘cause he‘s always the one with the least amount of sleep. Looool. Anyway, we both have to go to sleep now, so don‘t let the bedbugs bite! Good night, sleep tight! XOXO Mikey“

Waking up:

„Good morning, sunshine! I hope, you slept well! I had suuuuch a crazy dream this night. I‘ll definitely have to tell you about it later. But you have to get up, right? You‘re so lucky to be able to go wherever you want, whenever you want...I wish I could do that. So please, go and visit as many different places as you can today, please! You have to tell me about everything later. For now, I wish you a wonderful and sunny day, angelcakes! Love you more than you could imagine! XOXO Mikey“