#and Donnie just slowly realising that it's really raining

[e-turn]

Hmmmmmm

is that just me or

Part 14!

I think that's the end of the episode:)

This part was originally much shorter. But then I saw this post and...ahh...it changed my brain chemistry forever~

Also! Today is a funny date. Because exactly seven months ago, I drew a silly little comic about Leo in a mug. And posted it on Tumblr, thinking it was a little joke I'd forget about the next day~

Part 1

[motelgirl]

Nothing to Lose- Aldo Raine x Fem!Reader

Request: @inglourious-imagines

Prompts 11, 33, 40 of @inglourious-imagines list :)

I didn’t really know whether to do something angsty or not for this, but i’m not a huge fan of writing angst myself so I decided against it. Sorry it took so long but i’m finally back on it and will be posting regularly again soon. Hope you enjoy it <3 Sorry it’s so short by the way.

Y/n Y/l/n and Aldo Raine. Back in Tennessee, the two had been inseparable ever since they where children. If you saw one, you knew the other wasn’t far behind. They joined the army together, however what they didn’t know is that they would have been deployed in completely separate countries. That’s why when the news got through to Y/n that she was required for Lieutenant Raine’s group, she was more than ecstatic.

Y/n trudged through the rainy night in Paris. She had been dropped in the city just half an hour before and told the name of the hotel she was to rendezvous with the party. Now she was miserable, tired and hopelessly lost. Just when she was about to give in and continue her mission in the morning, she saw a wooden sign with the name of the hotel illuminated by a gas lamp in the distance. She grinned to herself, walking speedily towards it.

The door opened, ringing a bell above. A bald man of around forty looked up from the bar, his eyes following the girl as she smiled at him and greeted him with a simple ‘bonjour’ to which he returned, before she walked up the stairs on the hunt for room three. It wasn’t hard to find it as she heard the all too familiar voice from behind the wooden door.

“She’ll be here in a second, it’s dark out there maybe she lost her bearings,”

Y/n decided this was her cue and pushed on the unlocked door. Immediately, her eyes went towards the only two men awake, sat at the table in the middle of the room. She couldn’t conceal the huge smile on her face at the sight of her old friend. On instinct, she pulled the now standing man into a hug. He let out a light ‘oof’ noise at the unexpected contact, before smiling, rubbing the girls back. They pulled apart and Aldo looked towards the other man in the room, his hand now draped over Y/n’s shoulder.

“Y/n, this is Donny Donowitz, you might know him better as the Bear Jew. Donny, this is Y/n Y/l/n, one of the greatest fighters the Basterds will have. Guaranteed.”

The girl threw Donny one of her charming grins as he stood up and shook her hand. His eyes darted between Aldo and Y/n, before they landed on his arm on her shoulder.

“Y/n Y/l/n! The girl i’ve heard so much about. You know, ever since we met, Aldo hasn’t stopped talking about you,” he smirked, sitting back down in his seat. Y/n followed, placing herself in the spare chair around the table as Aldo sat where he previously was.

“Oh really?” She laughed quietly, trying to keep her voice down as she noticed the rest of the men around her and in the other room sleeping.

“Says you’re the best girl he ever known. I’ve never seen him even lay eyes on another girl before,” Donny continued. Judging by the empty bottle on the table, Y/n could tell Donny had a bit to drink beforehand and maybe she should take this information with a pinch of salt. However when her eyes met Aldo’s, who was glaring daggers into Donny, she realised maybe it was true.

“Anyway, we got a mission tomorrow night, but I’m sure you’ve been told. Nice to meet you Y/n, I’m off to bed,” Donny smiled at the girl who returned a slightly amused one back before watching him leave the room. She was left sat at the table with her old friend.

Standing up without a word, she slowly made her way to the balcony on the side of the building, closely followed by Aldo, who’s eyes hadn’t left her since she entered the room. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and offered it to Aldo, who accepted. The pair stood in silence on the balcony.

“I’ve missed you, you know. Life just wasn’t the same without having you around to annoy the shit out of me, I gotta say,” Aldo broke the silence. Hearing this, Y/n let out that angelic laugh that he had spent years imagining, trying to recreate in his head. Nothing compared to the real thing.

“So,” she paused, thinking of the right words to say, “what did Donny mean?” Her eyes looked at his with innocent curiosity. He watched as she flicked her cigarette butt over the side of the balcony.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb. ‘The best girl he ever known’” She quoted the man. He looked at her unimpressed as she sat on the chair perched on the corner of the balcony, crossing her legs and leaning her head on her hand. “Is he lying?”

For just a moment, when he looked at her, he felt all his defences go down. He felt the way he did about her before the war, when they where still living the simple life in Tennessee. Bootlegging moonshine, running from the law and laughing their asses off most of the time. Back then, the two moved into their own tiny house in the smoky mountains when Y/n ran away from her house at seventeen. Being deployed in different countries for god knows how long may have hurt Y/n, but she didn’t know it hurt Aldo ten times more.

“Donny ain’t a liar.” The simple sentence caused a cheeky grin to make its way onto Y/n’s face. “Oh God, why you looking at me like that. I ain’t seen that smile for years,” he joked, however seeing her after all these years made him feel a way that, in the most cliche way possible, he had never felt when she wasn’t around.

“I’m never letting go of the fact you think i’m the best girl you’ve ever known,” she continued to grin up at the man. He shook his head, turning back away from her and looking out at the Parisian skyline.

“Do you ever shut up?” Y/n couldn’t see his face, but she could hear the smile as he said these words. She waltzed over to him and leaned beside him on the balcony, taking a deep breath and letting out a louder sigh than she was meant to.

“You’d hate it if I shut up I just know it,” she continued to grin at him. Her eyes tried to make contact with his but he continued to look out towards the city.

“No I wouldn’t,” he retorted. The pair where reunited, for that one half an hour slot, they felt like they did before. Unworried, bouncing off each other, joking and making fun of each other and always an underlying feeling that something was going unsaid. She was so desperate to find out what it was.

“Are you trying to start a fight or are you flirting, because to be honest I known you for all my life and I still can’t differentiate the two,” she tried her chances. She hoped deep down that he would choose the second option.

“Well let’s put it this way, I wouldn’t ever wanna start a fight with you,” he found his way around saying it directly, but truth be told he loved the girl and she loved him back. Donny could tell the moment she walked in and he was sure that the rest of the men would feel it in the morning. There was a brief silence as Y/n figured out what he meant. For what felt like the thousandth time that night, she felt that smile grow on her face.

“Well if Donny never lies. Does that mean you actually haven’t laid eyes on a girl?” She was now in extremely close proximity of the man. He didn’t need to reply for her to find out everything she needed to know. “Well, what will you do now I’m here?” Y/n needed answers to her questions, and the best way to get them was to ask directly and straight to the point. In her logic, she’d probably end up dead before the end of the war anyway so what did she have left to lose.

No words exchanged, Aldo took her face into his palms and kissed her. Softly at first, pulling apart only momentarily before she pulled him straight back in, now kissing his harder like it would be her last one ever. She had waited all her life for this moment and now it was finally here she could never let go. I’m a matter of seconds, she went from having nothing to lose to having absolutely everything.

[bootyyy-shaker9000]

But There's Only One Umbrella...

Pairings: Donatello (Rise of the TMNT)/Reader

Summary: Donnie wasn't your biggest fan as of yet, but you needed walking home and no one else was around to help, so...

Notes + Content: You/Your pronouns for reader. Ambiguous relationship (implied romantic). Mild swearing. Fluff. Donnie is unnecessarily sarky with you (maybe a little OOC). (700+ Words)

The delicate raindrops drumming through the sewer grates echoed against the lair's walls, tranquillizing the area where you laid, peaceful and calm on the tattered sofa. Your eyes felt heavy as you drifted in and out of actuality.

The lair was surprisingly warm. Maybe because they bulked up In extra heaters before winter closed in on them. Though it was also unusually quiet with only the sound of Splinter's occasional snores from where he lounged in his designated chair.

"Hey, wake up." A weary voice sounds, interrupting your dreamlike state and startling you from your slouched position on the settee's arm. Blinking away the bleariness and slowly stretching your arms out way high, you smiled at the satisfying pull of your limbs.

"Are you done?" Narrowing your eyes, you saw an unbothered Donnie standing waiting with your jacket in one hand and an umbrella in the other. "Come on, it's late and I have to walk you home."

"Can't I just sleep here? I'm sure your dad wouldn't mind." You complained, sending a glance over to the drooling rat who was way too deep into his nap to overhear your conversation.

Donnie merely rolled his eyes and gently took you by the arm as to urge you out of the chair. "Nice try. Your parents told you you had to be back before tonight, remember? Something about being busy in the morning."

"Oh yeah. My education."

"Exactly. Come on, let's go."

"But it's raining," You attempted to argue, only for Donnie to wave the handle of his umbrella in your face with a wry smile. Accepting the fact that no excuse will convince the turtle to grant you refuge in their home for a few extra hours, you reluctantly snatch your jacket from his grasp and slip it on quickly before following him out of the sewers. It hadn’t been raining when you’d arrived so you were forced to latch onto Donnie's arm and huddle close under the single purple umbrella once up top.

"Next time, bring your own."

Donatello, notoriously known for being put off by physical contact and displays of affection, walked stiffly with heat gathering at his cheeks. Though he wasn't too bothered when he could excuse himself because of the cold weather as you made your way back to your apartment.

"Don't pretend you don't enjoy being this close to me, Don-ton."

"Mhm."

The stray wisps of your hair that would blow from the wind tickled at his neck and your proximity left him wishing he’d worn a thinner coat. It may be raining cats and dogs— dumb saying, by the way, according to Donnie— but it was sweltering under his heavy overcoat.

“Thanks for walking me,” You offer through chattering teeth.

“I didn’t really have a choice,” He shrugged. “You’d be utterly helpless if it weren't for me.”

“Smug bastard, that’s what you are,” You reply with a glare, then gasping as you felt the rain pounding on the top of your head, realising your friend had yanked the cover away from you with a sly grin. You were quick to dive back beside him under the umbrella, nearly knocking the turtle off of his feet in the process as you burrowed even closer into his side.

It was meant to be a little haze to tease you, but Donnie found himself becoming the butt of the joke, what with the way his mind seemed to malfunction at the contact. Fucking feelings. But he liked it, and he liked you, even if he’d choose death over ever having to profess this out loud.

Your quaint little apartment building came into view as you rounded the corner, noticing the living room light being switched on from where you stood. Great. They were still awake.

“Thanks again,” You smile despite your previous altercation. You’ll get him back, after all, so there are no hard feelings; your whole friendship was based on a tit for tat dynamic.

“Don’t mention it,” He waved you off.

“Call me when you get home safe,” You requested, giving him no chance to argue as you gifted him with a quick peck on the cheek. You scurried up the stairs before he could react and waved goodbye one last time before shutting the door behind you.

His heart started to beat rapidly in his chest and his grip became extremely tight on the umbrella handle, nobly legs refusing to move from his spot on the pavement.

“Ah, shit,” Donnie breathed out, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he finally gained control of his legs and made way back home in the rain. “This isn't good.”