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awkwardlyfangirly · 2 years ago

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So I just read the rise!donnie x reader x rise!leo where leo asks the reader out at the end and I'm already OBSESSED. I love your work so much and you have made me so happy with your writing. I would be over the moon if you wrote part two where Leo and the reader go on their date along with Donnie's reaction to them dating. Keep up the amazing work you beautiful person

aww thank you,, I'm so glad u like my work, i appreciate it!! ^-^

so I'm writing two endings for the story (one where the reader ends up with Donnie, one with Leo) per the request of my bestie <3

here's the ending where u end up with Leo! enjoy!

(and here's the link to part 1)

(and here's the link to the donnie ending!)

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rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction ~ Leonardo x female reader ~ part 2!

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You considered staying out in the living room with Leo for a while, but he looked on the verge of tears, so you quickly excused yourself to go see Donnie.

He was in his lab, hard at work on an improvement to one of the shell hogs. It was suspended in the air so he could reach it, and he was tinkering with the engine, his mechanical arms carefully maneuvering the tiny components inside. His goggles were down over his eyes and he didn’t even glance over as you walked in.

“Grab that off the table, will you?” he said immediately, gesturing vaguely in a general direction.

You scanned the tabletops near where he’d gestured and picked up the thing that looked most like what-he-probably-needed. He was still holding out a hand, waiting, and you pressed it into his palm.

“Thanks.” It seemed to be the right thing; he closed his fingers around it.

You plopped yourself down on a nearby chair and rested your chin on the back of it and watched him work.

Leo asked you out. Leo liked you. It was circling in your mind. You were going out with Leo. Dating Leo. Dating? Did you need to go out on multiple dates to be considered boyfriend and girlfriend? Boyfriend. Girlfriend. You’d never dated anyone before.

And you couldn’t help feeling like you’d betrayed Donnie.

He doesn’t like you, you reminded yourself. He’s never liked you. Just move on.

Did you tell him you were dating his brother now? Or should you tell him later?

Donnie was completely absorbed in his work at the moment. He still hadn’t looked over at you; every single one of his hands was busy.

Ordinarily you would sit and watch him, admire the curve of his neck and the deftness of his hands and the quickness behind every movement. But you were picking at your fingernails and Leo was in the living room and finally you couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Hey,” you said, “I’m going to go back out, okay? To see your brothers for a bit. Text me if you need me?”

One hand gave you a thumbs-up.

“Cool beans,” you said, and slid off the chair.

Leo was sitting at the bottom of the skate ramp, reading a comic. He glanced up when he saw you walking in, and you watched his eyes dart around uncomfortably.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hi,” he said.

You’d known Leo for about a year now, and what you knew of him was that he was loud and confident and unstoppable, but quiet and calm when you talked alone together. But never uncomfortable or wordless.

You sat next to him on the ground.

“Can I read one of your comics?” you asked after a moment.

“Oh. Yeah.” There was a stack next to him, so you reached for the top one. Jupiter Jim vs. The Clogged Toilet. A classic.

You read in stiff, stiff silence for a few minutes, neither of you absorbing many of the words you read.

“When are you available? For… dinner?” Leo said, finally.

“Um. This weekend, I think.” You stared down at the comic.

“Cool. Saturday?”

“Yeah. Saturday.”

“We can go to Run of the Mill Pizza,” Leo suggested.

So he wouldn’t have to wear a disguise at all, you understood.

“Sounds good!”

“Cool,” he said. You looked over at him. He was already looking over at you, his eyes soft and scared.

You blushed and looked back away.

It was weird. He’d always been so much quieter when you were one on one. But never quite so soft.

“Cool,” you said. “So. Um.”

“Do you want to play a game? Or something? Just do something? Together?”

“Oh! Yeah!”

There was something awkward between you. Like muscles that hadn’t been moved in a while, tense and stiff and hard. But you went down to the arcade, and the more you played the looser the air got, until you were both laughing again and slapping each other like normal.

“HA!” you screamed, watching the air hockey puck shoot directly into Leo’s goal. The score counter beeped and blinked. You’d won. “In your FACE, Leo!! In your FACE!”

Leo screamed back at you. “You cheated!! You cheated!”

You were already bouncing up and down. “I won! I won!”

“Cheater!!”

“I did not cheat! You’re the cheater! And I won anyway!” You cackled.

Leo rolled his eyes and scoffed and smiled and conceded the victory. “Another round?”

You shook your head, rotating your wrist. “My hand hurts. Let’s watch a movie?”

You were on opposite ends of the couch, watching the Jupiter Jim marathon on channel 8, when your phone buzzed on your lap. You glanced at the screen. It was a text from Donnie.

“Donnie wants me back in the lab,” you said apologetically, standing up. “Sorry. I’ll see you tomorrow. And then Saturday.”

“Cool,” he said.

“Cool cool.”

You didn’t speak much to each other on Friday. It was almost like a silent agreement between the two of you: save it for Saturday. Save it for Saturday.

You enlisted April’s help to prepare. “I’ve never gone on a date before,” you confessed, and April exchanged a sly look with Mayhem.

“We got you,” April declared, cracking her knuckles, as Mayhem settled in on your lap, shutting his eyes and starting to purr.

April lined your eyes with eyeliner, brushed glitter across your eyelids, brought out a few spots on your face with highlighter, dabbed concealer onto a few other spots. “Last but not least,” she declared, holding up a tube of lipstick with a brush applicator. “Pucker up. This stuff is the BEST! It won’t rub off by itself for the next twelve hours, I guarantee you.”

She rifled through your closet and found an outfit for you -- cute and stylish and comfortable and very much You-- and then listed off some first-date advice.

You barely absorbed any of it. Your palms were slick, damp, sweaty; your head was starting to swim. A date. A date with Leo. A. Date. With. Leo.

You waited for him in front of the portal entrance to Run of the Mill. The restaurant entrance typically wouldn't let humans enter unaided.

The two of you had agreed on 6:30. You arrived at 6:28. Leo rushed up at 6:32.

“I’m so sorry,” he gasped, his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. “I was just --”

His jaw fell open as his eyes suddenly registered and took you in.

“You look great,” he breathed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think to dress up --”

You giggled and reddened and made a motion like you were swatting his compliment away.

“You look fine,” you reassured him, coloring deeper. “I… I feel overdressed.”

“Well. I wish you’d overdress more often.”

You blushed harder than you ever had in your life; it burned over your cheeks and eyes and neck. He was settling down. He was getting comfortable. And the more relaxed he seemed, the more uneasy you felt.

He grinned at you and bowed slightly, extending one blue-wrapped hand. “After you, m’lady.”

Señor Hueso greeted you once you stepped inside. “Ah, pepino,” he said, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. “And his lovely date for the evening. I have a booth set aside, as you requested. Follow me.”

He led you to a booth in a darkened corner of the restaurant and lit a candle in the middle of the table while you sat down. “Anything I can start you with?”

“Your finest sakurayu, please.”

“And I’ll have a water,” you said.

Senor Hueso nodded and walked away.

Leo cleared his throat and leaned his head onto his hand. “So. How’s it going tonight?”

“I’m very nervous,” you said, honestly. “Feel my hands. They’re sweaty.” And you reached out your hands towards Leo across the table, suddenly very aware of how weird a thing it was to do.

He touched your palms. “Wow. Yeah. Sweaty.” And his fingers lingered.

Your heart pounded. You felt sparks against your skin, electricity spidering out from where his fingers rested.

You pressed your own fingers against his own palms and he colored deeply and yanked his hands away, and made a wheezy pun about the restaurant, and then stared awkwardly at the tablecloth.

Your chest relaxed a bit. Awkwardness was easier for you to deal with than confidence was.

Señor Hueso brought your drinks, and took your dinner order.

“Sakurayu?” Leo offered, pouring some into a cup.

“Sure.” You took the cup and sipped at the edge of the tea sloshing inside. “Thank you.”

“It’s tea made from cherry blossoms,” Leo said, pouring himself a cup. “In Japan, it symbolizes beginnings.”

His eyes flicked up to yours. Waiting. Begging. Embarrassed.

“Happy beginnings,” he said.

“Happy beginnings,” you said back.

He held your hand the entire way back home.

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And so you date.

You hung out as usual during the week -- you came over to do your homework, or sit in the lab with Donnie and be experimented on, or hang out with whoever else was available.

But you dated on the weekends.

You’d get food, or explore the parks, or watch movies; or whatever else you felt like doing, as long as you were together. It’s sweet, you’d think. Leo is sweet.

You’d been going out for three months when Leo first used the L-word.

You were walking together in your favorite park, bundled up against the gentle snowflakes, and you grabbed his hands and pulled him off the path with you.

The two of you traipsed through the park together, kicking up snow with your feet, flinging wet sloppy glovefuls at each other and screaming with glee, sticking out your tongues to catch snowflakes, and throwing some firmer snowballs; and then you trip and stumble and crash down together into the snow buildup.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay??” you panted, still giggling, crawling over to him, and in return he grabbed you and pulled your body close to his.

He was kissing you, suddenly, and you were gasping for breath against his lips and then he was kissing you again, and again, slower and softer and slower and softer each time, until your mouths were just gently touching, gently, barely.

Your cloudy breaths warmed each other’s faces.

His hands were intertwined with yours and you could hear the heartbeat in his throat, quick and steady and loud.

He kissed you again.

This one was gentle, and slow, and delicate, but it brought the blood rushing into your cheeks and you began to see sparks at the edges of your vision.

Your eyes were shut, your lips still parted, when he broke away this time, and he kissed both of your cheekbones and then the space between your eyebrows.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered, and your face felt numb and cold, and his forehead was touching yours.

“I’m in love with you,” he said again, like he was surprised to hear it out loud, and then he framed your face with his hands and stared at you for a minute. “I’m in love with you.”

You didn’t say it back. You didn’t know if you could. You didn’t know if you should.

But he didn’t press the subject. He just kissed the top of your head and pushed himself to his feet, and reached out both hands to help you up.

When you left the park to walk back to the sewer for hot chocolate, he didn’t grab your hand. But he left his fist open, waiting, right where you could reach it. Asking you a question. Do you want to hold my hand? And, by extension, Do you want to be with me? And then, by extension, Do you love me?

You stared at the roughness of his knuckles and the curves of his arm. Did you love him? Did you love him?

And you thought about Donnie, and your heart hurt; and then you looked back at Leo.

You held his hand the entire way back home.

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You hadn’t able to stop thinking about it. Love? Love? Do you love Leo? Is it too early to know?

But if you love Leo, what does that mean for Donnie?

You sat in your bedroom, staring at the wall, drumming your fingers on the bedspread, trying to think, trying not to think.

Do you love Leo? And what does that mean for Donnie?

You’d wanted Donnie for so long. It was hard to imagine yourself living without that.

And yet --

Donnie was your best friend, yes, but you didn’t think he'd ever want you Like That. Ever.

And Leo was soft, and funny. And he liked you. A lot. He checked in on you as often as he could and he knew all of your favorite orders from your favorite restaurants and he FaceTimed you when neither of you could sleep.

He liked you, a lot. He cared for you, a lot.

Let go, you told yourself. Let go.

And you were sitting in Donnie’s lab, and he was attaching a helmet to your head, and usually you wouldn’t be able to breathe, his plastron was so close to your face and his hands were tracing over your skull, but you felt so calm. So quiet inside. So steady.

Your mind was reaching for Leo.

You smiled slightly at Donnie when he sat back, finally satisfied with the placement of the helmet.

“Ready?”

You gave a thumbs-up, afraid that you’d mess up the placement of the helmet again if you spoke or nodded.

“Good.” He pulled a lever.

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While you were coming to the understanding that you needed to let Donnie go, Donnie was coming to the understanding that he needed to let you go.

He’d liked you ever since you first met, when you’d walked back into his lab thirty minutes after meeting him, ready to test.

You listened to his ramblings and really paid attention to his machines and he liked you, very much.

He hadn’t realized quite what that meant until he learned that Leo and you were going out.

It had been like a knife in the back, an ice bucket over the head -- shocking, and unexpected, and very, very cold.

He’d worked vigorously in his lab for a week, trying to distract himself until his brain sorted out all of the puzzle pieces.

Of course. He felt so distressed about you dating Leo because his feelings for you went beyond the love of a lab partner. He like-liked you.

And now you were Leo’s girl.

Did this hurt him? Yes. Of course. He wanted to gag every time he saw you lip-locked, oblivious to the world.

But you seemed happy. So, so happy.

Maybe that's what love is, he thought. Sacrificing everything so the one you love can be happy.

He watched you recite the numerals that the helmet was projecting into your brain.

He’d never really felt anything like this for a girl before.

Was it even possible to just let this go?

He curled his fingers around the edge of his desk and hit the kill switch. You stopped talking as the numerals faded away.

He jotted down his notes.

“Fantabulous,” he said, reaching forward to disattach the helmet and take it off of your head.

You beamed.

He wrote down a few more notes.

Your phone buzzed, and you looked down, and your face lit up.

“It’s Leo,” you hummed happily. “Gosh. He’s sweet.” And you were blushing, and you giggled, and your fingers flew across the screen to reply.

Maybe this is what love is, Donnie repeated to himself. And he tightened his curled fingers around the edge of his desk, shut his eyes, inhaled, and let. go.

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