#angsty 30-something donnie is life

[abbeyofcyn]

AU: what if Donnie and Raph were the only brothers who survived the apocalypse?

I totally didn't draw a 7 page comic just because I had this idea of the final 2 pages stuck inside my head.

SEQUEL

[totallytubulargirl]

Donatello V.S. Raphael (Part 3)

Rating: PG-13

Universe: 2016

Authors note: You really need to read every part of this series if you want to follow what’s going on because it’s so complicated and angsty and just UGH JUST WAIT IT GETS BETTER

Summary: It’s the morning after Donnie and Raphael had sex with the same girl. Will either of them confront the other? Do they even know? Let’s find out.

[Y/N] stood at the kitchen counter, sipping on a fresh cup of coffee. She wore Donnie’s oversized Beatles shirt with bare legs underneath. She had woken up with Donatello next to her and she had stared at him with a goofy smile until all the memories from the night before came rushing into her mind. She had laid awake next to a slumbering Donnie, unable to keep Raphael out of her mind and gave up going back to sleep after 30 minutes. She decided to get a cup of coffee and quietly snuck out of Donatello’s room. It was 6 in the morning but she knew no one would be up for while, since the turtles slept mostly during the day. The lair was quiet and she could hear someone softly trudging down the hall. Raphael walked into the kitchen, mask-less, stretching his biceps with eyes that were barely even opened. [Y/N] froze, following him with her eyes, waiting anxiously for him to notice she was in the room. He rubbed his eyes before spotting her, “Hey.” He smiled as he remembered what had happened between them last night. His smile disappeared when he saw the shirt she was wearing. Raphael immediately knew it was Donatello’s. “Hey,” she replied quietly. “That’s a stupid shirt.” He growled. She almost winced, “I- think it’s ok.” She stared at her coffee, avoiding eye contact. “So what, Donnie gets the pillow talk and I have to do all the work?” He took a step closer to her, placing one hand around her waist to pull her in. He smirked thinking of the way he had almost made her scream last night and [Y/N] felt her cheeks burn at his gaze. “We did more then just pillow talk…” she trailed off. Raphael jerked back, “Even after we-” “He doesn’t know Raph.” She admitted. She just couldn’t bring herself to tell him last night. “What do You- why doesn’t he know?” Raphael was so pissed he was flustered. He stared at her questioningly but before she had a chance to say anything, he puffed out his shoulders and said, “I’ll go tell him right now.” [Y/N] put her coffee down and stepped in front of him to stop him. “No,” she pushed her palm against his chest. “I’ll tell him ok?” She knew Donnie was sensitive and that Raphael would stomp in there like a barbarian. “You’re just going to go in there and break his heart, it needs to be done tenderly.” He looked into her eyes and rolled his, knowing she was right. “Fine.” He pointed a finger towards her, “You’re still mine.” She knew he was right, they were both already in too deep. If last night hadn’t had happened they might still have a chance for redemption, but no, they had already made the wrong decision. And yet, she still couldn’t shake her feelings for either of them. “If that helps you sleep at night .” She teased, sticking her tongue at him. He smirked and backed her against the kitchen counter. “Is that so?” His lips were so close to hers, she could inhale and it would suck his mouth onto hers. His arms were on either side of her, trapping her underneath him. She pushed herself towards his lips, softly kissing him. He pressed his hand against the small of her back so he could hold her firmly against him. “That’s more like it.” He said as soon as their lips were apart, remnants of her saliva remained on his bottom lip. Just then they heard Donnies door slam shut and Raphael nearly jumped across the room. “You’re telling him, tonight!?” Raph whispered. “Yes yes I will!” She whispered back. As soon as Donnie walked into the kitchen it was like someone had flipped the switch to a different channel. [Y/N] leaned against the counter casually, sipping on a room temperature cup of coffee. Raphael sat at the counter, reading a week old newspaper. The kitchen was dead silent, noise was sucked into the black hole of sexual tension Raphael and [Y/N] seemed to create wherever they went. Donnie didn’t say anything, unable to think straight before having his morning coffee. His feet thumped slightly against the hard concrete floor but neither of them looked up. He poured coffee into a beer mug, emptying out the entire pot. He pulled a pop tart from one of their old cabinets. The way it creaked seemed to taunt [Y/N]. Squeeeeeak. You’re guilty. Squeeeaak. “Morning.” She blurted. Donatello yawned and stretched before chugging some coffee. “Good morning babe.” Raphael physically winced at Donnie calling the girl he loved ‘babe.’ [Y/N] saw Raph wince from the corner of her eye. “How’d you sleep?” She asked, slowly sipping on her coffee. She was trying to act casual enough to spare Raphaels feelings. Donnie smirked, like he knew something no one else did. “I think you uh- should know.” [Y/N] couldn’t help but giggle at his innuendo. “Donnie.” She smiled, ushering him to be discreet. Raph just glared at her, pretending to vomit. Donatello felt good. He felt like he had gone running a hundred times and then made love to the girl of his dreams. He had done the math in his head and the probability of marriage increased each time they made love. He knew that he hadn’t even asked her out yet, but he had high hopes for their relationship. He really never felt more confident in his life. “Come back to bed soon princess.” He said before planting a small kiss on her lips as he gave her ass a small squeeze. “Morning raph.” Donnie said with a smug look on his face as he turned around. “How was your night?” He asked, knowing there was no way it was better then his own. Raphael shot a look at [Y/N], he kept a stone like expression even though he could feel a cocky smile trying to creep onto his face. She could feel her blood boiling with anxiety, waving her hands behind Donnie, imploring Raphael not to say anything. “It was actually pretty good.” He looked at Donnie and put his newspaper down. “There’s no way it was better then mine.” He took a sip of his coffee. Raphael shifted, letting his cockiness show. “I dunno…. it was pretty great.” He smiled and shot another glance at [Y/N]. “Lemme tell you about it-” [Y/N] quickly cut him off. “Hey Donnie we should go take a shower !” She suggested. “You sort of smell like me and I just smell awful,” she began rambling, just trying to steer the conversation in a different direction. “Alrighty,” Don said as his heart swelled with excitement. “See ya raph.” He strutted out and Raphael just watched him go. Donatello had never acted like that before. [Y/N] pretended to follow before running back. “What’s wrong with you Raphael?” She forced her voice into a whisper, even though every fiber of her being wanted to yell. They turned their heads towards the bathroom when they herd the water starting to run. When she turned back to face him, Raphael planted a long and passionate kiss on her lips. “[Y/N]!” Donatello yelled from the bathroom. She quickly pulled away from Raphael. “Coming!” She yelled back, kissing Raphael again before ripping from him to run back to Donatello. “Save me some of that for later.” She growled. Raphael smirked but it disappeared when she ran off. He stood alone in the kitchen, wondering how he could feel so empty without her.

[bisk-bisk]

OH GOD THE PAIN!!!

AU: what if Donnie and Raph were the only brothers who survived the apocalypse?

I totally didn't draw a 7 page comic just because I had this idea of the final 2 pages stuck inside my head.

SEQUEL