#donnie x female

[truffle-draws-turtles]

"we could set the world on fire using only our minds."

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Chapter #47 is online

[eminardo]

💜💙🧡❤️

Should I make more of these 👁️👁️

[tammyu-2]

hii can i request tmnt 2012 donnie meeting reader for the first time while the ninjas were at on a mission because she caught them while walking home and him js like falls in love on sight and his brothers tease him ☺️☺️☺️☺️

AHH THIS IS SO CUTE OFC

TMNT 2012 DONNIE FALLS FOR YOU AT FIRST SIGHT

There is no usage of y/n, swearing, female pronouns, awkward,Donnie being in love, and yeah, that's it.

A lil info on me, Leo and Donnie, are my favs

It had been a long ass day for you, to be honest. After all the long hours that occupied you, you were ready to pass out the second you walked into your apartment.

It just so happened that the turtles were fighting the kraang at the same time. In the same area. What a coincidence... even more of a coincidence that you walled right into the battlefield, too tired to even look up as you walked right through it.

The kraang are literal villians ofc they are gonna shoot you. So while you were too occupied looking like the burgains from the movie trolls 1 a kraang saw you and had to get rid of all witnesses. Luckily for you, a certain purple turtle scooped you up and dropped you on top of a building.

Naturally, you are confused. Not only by the fact that you just so quickly got onto the top of a building but the fact that a tall humanoid turtle had saved you. But tbh you read weird shit so it's not that much of a surprise. You looked up at your savior, and your gazes locked.

Now Donnie boy over here has a completely different mindset. Bc Holy shit your so pretty??? He is BLUSHING trust. Bc your hair is swaying from the wind while the moon light makes your eye shimmer. It was like you had made this man putty just by looking at him. Wait, is he staring??

He quickly goes to clear his throat, noting that he had indeed been staring too freakishly long. He doesn't wanna look too weird than he already is.

"Are you alright?"

"What are you-"

YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT. WHAT IF ITS OFFENSIVE TO THEIR KIND DUMBASS.

"I mean not to be rude, you know - I'm just wondering cause you know I've never seen anything like you - but not in a bad way. It's just that- you know you're like a walking talking fighting turtle, and that's freakishly weird - not freakishly weird! it's just - I'm gonna stop talking now.."

You have just insulted a man's (or should I say turtles) existence just by saying two sentences to this ...guy? Congrats.

You felt guilty till you heard him chuckle a bit at your word vomit. You didn't even know you were closing your eyes for anything after that till you opened them to see the turtle smiling dorkishly at you.

"It's fine I get that alot. I'm-"

He paused. Since he should be a secret, should he really tell you his name? May swell tell you the secret turtle base as well, seeing as though you're a cute stranger.

"-just glad your safe."

"Thanks to you. You saved my life."

The sincerity in your voice made his smile grow. You're not running away or screaming or looking away in disgust. It's like you saw him. Like really saw him. That or he is just delulu

"I- you know it's really no b-big deal.."

Smooth.

"It is to me."

"YO DONNIE STOP FLIRTING AND COME HELP OUR ASSES OVER HEAR!"

[If raph could swear he would do it all the time trust me]

Turns out during that awkward exchange, the turtles were yelling at Donnie to help them. Woops. He straightened and sent a scowl to raph. He turned to you, giving you a sheepish grin.

"I uh gotta go.."

"It's cool go do your ninja stuff."

Today might be the day he starts a diary. He waves you goodbye and jumps down into battle.

Huh. Finding a humanoid turtle was not on your to-do list, but you're expecting it. He seemed nice enough... After that, thought another popped up that made you groan. You're trapped on a flipping building.

Once the kraang escaped and the turtles all unloaded into the living room of the liar all tired. Now was time for questioning.

"What the hell was that, Don? You left us to go ask for a chick's number. Meanwhile, we were getting our asses handed to us. And by we, I mean Mikey.

He said, earning an offended 'hey!' from said turtle.

"Yeah you were up there for a while..."

"I was just checking on a civilian that got caught in the crossfire of our fight."

He said back matter a factly. Earning (non-existent) eye brow raises from his brother.

"Dude, you totally like her!"

"Wha- I mean- no- what??"

He spluttered, trying to defend himself, but nothing can convince his brothers otherwise.

"Awe, how cute Don likes someone that isn't April."

"I think so but seriously, not in the middle of a mission."

"DONNIE LIKES A GIRLLL DONNIE LIKES A GIRLLL!"

Please let the earth swallow him up right now.

So as the days went by you two met up a second time and decided to casually meet up a third. You became a trusted friend to him and the turtles. That only made the teasing worse. Such as making kissy faces at Donnie while your back was turned. Making teasing remarks here and there about how long Donnie is taking to pursue you.

Even Splinter lightly jokes about how he approves of you already. And let's be honest. He has a whole wall covered in solutions on how to set up the perfect plan to help him get with you. He always covers it when you come around.

The difference between you and April is that you actually are starting to like him to. You love when he explains stuff you can't understand and how he treats you like a literal princess but knows you can handle yourself. He makes cute gadgets here and there to help you with your every day life and all of this is making him grow on you and you honestly secretly blush too at the teasings of his brothers. But only they can catch that. Donnie is clueless.

Chat what we thinking? I actually really like this. It's so cute I adore this. I love this ask that you so much!!!!!

But yeah, enjoy

~Tammy<3

[hotheadedhero]

Baby Bump

AN: A little insight to how the turtles are during your pregnancy because, I dunno, it's cute to think about and fever got me rn

2003 Turtles x Reader

Leonardo

Whilst Leo is sensible and typically thinks before he acts, he once made the sore mistake of telling you to calm down when hormones were particularly unforgiving. He had only meant to ease you in the gentlest way possible but it wasn't taken as such. You could have given Raph a run for his money, jeez. That being said, the brother in question did have some sage advice to give in that when things are already wracking your nerves, the last thing you need to hear is 'calm down'. He supposes he should have known that but he isn't used to you wearing a short fuse.

That has been by-the-by now and it's clear that a lot is going on the closer you get to the nine-month mark. He doesn't want you to get stressed out. There's no imagining the strains your body must be going through, so he makes a point of eliminating as much hassle as possible. Need peace and quiet? He'll take his brothers top side to give you space. Chores and general responsibilities that require a lot of movement? A thing of the past. He took on your share of duties as soon as your bump started to show.

Expect frequent pampering and looking after from this man, some of which is in the form of meditation. His favourite way of doing this is with you sitting facing one another, close enough so the feet and knees of your crossed legs are touching. In this particular session, you're having a little more trouble clearing your mind. It seems someone is a little active in making their presence known, kicking and poking against the inside of your belly. Leo peeks an eye open, breathing a short chuckle, and places his hand on your stomach.

In almost an instant, the baby stops and settles, leaving you both with a widened stare in each other's direction. Seems the message came across. Whether it's pure coincidence or not, it makes his heart melt and his pride grow. There's still some time to go before he gets to meet this bundle of joy but he's already so proud.

Raphael

Raph likes to carry you around when you're too tired to do so yourself. Does this change as the bump grows? Like hell, it does. Despite how much you insist that you're too heavy, he continues to carry you from place to place. It's like killing two birds with one stone: your feet can get some rest and he can make his flirtatious remarks about how much you love his strength. Try as you may to refute this, he's quick to remind you of how you got pregnant in the first place. That always shuts you up.

With how big your belly has gotten, his current favourite way of cuddling is when you're sat on his lap, back pressed against his chest, so that he can rub your stomach and keep you both close to him. It's the perfect means to lull you to sleep for those long days of carrying the baby around. Although, it gives him amble opportunity to think, to envision this future, and worse of all to get worried.

What if this kid doesn't like him? What if he doesn't like this kid? He isn't exactly well-versed with children and this isn't something he can practise for either. He thinks about how difficult he was growing up, how much trouble he caused, and if karma will bestow him the same treatment. That would just be his luck, wouldn't it?

Too scared to bring up the subject with you, Mikey's the only one who manages to get it through his skull that there are going to be difficulties. No family is perfect, especially them, and everyone here seems to be pretty happy, right? Right. He can hardly argue with that, even if it is advice from his bonehead of a brother. Raphael can't anticipate what this lifestyle is going to be like but the two of you are in it together, always.

Donatello

The stereotype that the soon-to-be mum is the one who gets in a tizzy about keeping tabs on the baby's progress couldn't be more wrong in this instance. Not to say that Donatello has been stir-crazy on the whole thing - at least not since you kindly suggested that he need not worry so much - but he's been taking all of the precautionary measures to ensure you and your shared creation are safe and healthy. Good thing technology has its collective perks once again; tracking with you every step of the way with this baby app you both downloaded.

He may or may not have taken the liberty of making an ultrasound machine from old hospital equipment he's found in several junk yards. Don't worry, everything has been sanitised to perfect cleanliness for your benefit and safety. He wouldn't want to feed into the irony by making you ill by trying to help. The only mishaps are when he almost blows himself up but what's new? Your heart swells with affection for the turtle who is so dedicated to making this experience special, even if it means there are a few mechanical hiccups along the way.

Whilst the aid of machines is sweet and all, you do assure him that he's enough without them. Bless the eccentric genius for what he does but in doing all of this, he actually ends up spending a little less time with you than you would hope.

That's when he gets into massages. He knows what methods are best for rolling out those tight muscles but identifying which parts of the body are suffering most is where he's a little stumped. Luckily, when it comes to pressure points, Leo has plenty of sage advice to give on that one, along with aligning your chakras, and it's come in handy. Donnie isn't sure you've ever melted so much into him.

Michelangelo

It's been a learning experience for you both as to be expected but there are so many things that Mikey wouldn't have even thought about with you being pregnant. Mood swings were to be expected but not of this magnitude. Thankfully, if they're particularly bad, you're never short of a good distraction and a laugh when it comes to this guy. He'll do anything for his special lady. At least, where he can.

What he's disliked the most from your list of tribulations is how nauseous you get. Worst of all it's when you go off certain foods completely. That's why he's put so much time into figuring out new recipes and trying to make sense of all this dietary stuff. If he's being honest, all the vitamin mumbo jumbo has been the most confusing part of it.

No worries! Big bro Donnie is here to save the day by simply listing what foods should work best and what your body really needs - mostly folic acid and electrolytes. He has no idea what these things are, even after browsing the internet, but the main matter is making sure you get them in your system. Hey, he's never one to turn down new recipes for his portfolio, so it's an added win. The real win here, in your eyes, is the fact that he's applied all of this for the sake of looking after you.

He's been excited about showing your baby all of his comic books but he's too impatient for his own good. During the evenings, he'll read his comics to your bump, describing the pictures and making sound effects to help create the image. Rest assured, you're probably going to have a little comic book lover in the making.

Splinter has been a quiet observer, feeling ever so proud of his son for taking to oncoming fatherhood as naturally as he had himself all those years ago. It isn't without its hiccups but this is a journey full of both wonderful and scary learning experiences, even before the arrival of little feet. There's a lot to prepare for.

As a soon-to-be grandfather, he'll do his part to make sure you are comfortable. Most of this involves checking on you when he can and calming teas to keep your mind and soul calm. And, perhaps, the odd soap or two on TV for when the boys are making their rounds on the surface. It's a small pass time but one he thoroughly enjoys partaking in whilst keeping you company and it goes without saying that you feel the same, thankful for his like-mindedness for the domestic simplicities.

[imababblekat]

Vicarious Happiness

Anon Request, “Hi!! I love your work so much and I hope your doing wellI have a request if thats cool, it's fluffy raphael x reader(she/her) and it's like raph being all soft for once and letting his gard down and laughing and his brothers seeing this and they get all sappy”

~xXx~

It was the sounds of loud, hardy laughter that drew Leo from his once peaceful meditation. He knew that laugh and felt a familiar agitation itch at his mind, wondering what prank Raphael had pulled on Mikey this time. However, when he stepped out into the main living portion of the lair, he was quickly surprised to find the red banned turtle to not be cackling at his youngest brothers peril, but instead joyfully laughing along with you. While his laughter was louder and much deeper, no one could miss the cherry colored blush of your face as you laughed equally along. The leader of the four brothers made his way over to the kitchen, where he had spotted his two other siblings apparently watching the wholesome scene between Raph and the brothers close friend. “Donnie, you didn’t drop laughing gas again did you?”, Leo questioned with a raised brow and covering his snout. Hazel eyes glared behind self made classes. “I’ll have you know that was Casey’s fault! Also, no, I didn’t. Why do you ask?” Rolling his own eyes, Leo pointed a thumb over to where you and Raph sat close on the couch. “I ask because I’ve never seen Raph like that unless he did something. What’s up with him?” “Can’t you tell?”, Mikey jumped in with a swoon, batting non-existent lashes at Leo, “What’s up with Raph is (y,n)!” Leo scoffed, shoving Mikey out of his personal space as the other wiggled his brows. “Wait, are you guys serious? I know the two are close, but Raph like that? No way!” The two youngest brothers only smirked at each other, Donnie then stepping over to throw an arm around Leo. “Au contraire, my dear brother. Just take a look for yourself.” Leo did, and as he took a moment to really examine the scene before him, it wasn’t long till he caught on just like Mikey and Donnie had. It was the way Raphael looked at you, as you babbled on about something random but dear to yourself. His eyes held a fondness so rarely seen for someone such as him, a softness to his gaze rather than typical annoyance. It was as though he was deaf to your words, instead memorized and taking to memory the way you shined and glowed as you spoke so excitedly. However, Leo was also sure that for you, Raph was also making an effort to remember each and every single one of the words your spoke. Your voice and tone sounding like a melody to the terrapin no doubt. His body language was also a dead give away. Rather than taut or imposingly flexed, Raph sat comfortably with an air of, dare Leo even think it, vulnerability. There was not a sense of guardedness, no such thing as what he gave even around those he considered friends. With an arm slung over the couch and just an inch from being wrapped over your shoulders, an amorous smile and wholesome gaze still on your fast talking self, it was as though in that moment you were Raphael’s entire world. A cheeky grin found its way to Leo’s face. While he was already thinking of ways to tease the broad ninja turtle later, he at the same time couldn’t help but feel a sense of joyfulness for the other. The honorary leader had always been of a realistic mindset, had always been one hundred percent certain that they would never get to experience the pleasures of normal people. While a few years younger version of him would have been skeptical and jaded of this situation, the current more mature him felt nothing but elation. He’d always expected out of any of them for Mikey to somehow end up with a human partner if anything, but seeing Raphael of all people, soft and full of passion, it truly made him happy for the brother he’d so often fight with. Glancing over to Donnie and Mikey, the fondness they each shared while also watching the deepening bond shared between you and Raphael, he had a feeling they felt the same.

~xXx~

[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.

Page divider credit: bunnysrph

[storiesaplenty]

Part 2

The Pitt Masterlist

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: swearing. Smut below the cut. Unprotected sex. Oral (m receiving) cum swallowing. A touch of choking, but nothing descriptive.

WC: 754

Divider by @strangergraphics

©️ storiesaplenty 2025: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work. All readers are female, unless stated otherwise.

Part 1 with Dr Robby, Dr Abbott, & Dr Langdon x f/Reader can be found here.

Dennis Whitaker

"Should we be doing this here?" Dennis asked me as I kneeled before him, pulling down his scrub pants.

I was going to say it will be fine.

That no one comes in this closet, but it was like my words got caught in my throat as his cock spung free.

"Is everything okay?" Came the quiet, sweet voice of the man who was standing over me.

"Holy shit, Dennis." Was all I said before I gently gripped his cock in both hands and took him inch by inch in my mouth.

Trying with all my might to take him all the way in my mouth, but there was just a few inches that I had to wrap my hand around and twist and jerk it off as I moved my head back and forth.

Dennis wasn't moving.

His mouth was hanging open as he watched me as I blew him.

I pulled back, my hand jerking his cock still as I begged him fuck my face.

"I can't do that." He tried to say as I put his hands on the back of my head.

"You can, and you won't hurt me." I told him as I took him back in my mouth.

He nodded once and before I knew it, Dennis was fucking mouth like he wanted too all along.

It didn't take long for Dennis to grunt my name as his cum filled my mouth. His hands gripping the sides of my head so tight that it hurt, but I didn't care.

I swallowed it as fast as I could, not wanting to waste a single drop.

I pulled my head back, kissing the tip of his softening cock.

"Come to my place after work." I told him, as I stood up.

"Yeah, sure. Sounds good." Sweet Dennis said to me as I popped a piece of gum into my mouth.

Mateo Diaz

"Stay quiet." Mateo grunted from behind me, his cock thrusting in and out of me at a brutal pace, that had me losing my mind.

His cock was angled just right so it was rubbing against my g-spot.

My moans got louder and louder until he had to cover my mouth, but that didn't stop me as I screamed against his hand.

Mateo swore before pulling out of me, and spinning me around to I am now facing him, as he pushed me down over the dusty boxes.

He wrapped my legs around his waist, thrusting back into me at the same speed and pace as before.

My eyes rolling back in my head as my mouth fell open in a silent scream.

My pussy clenching around his cock as I came.

He groaned above me as he pulled out of me, jerking his cock off as he came in his hand.

I had to catch my breath as he cleaned himself up with an old cloth.

Mateo helped me sit up, kissing me the whole time.

"I'll cook tonight. See you at home." I said to him as I fixed myself up, to head back into the floor.

Donnie Donahue

"Donnie, fuck! Don't stop. Don't stop." Were the only words tumbling from my lips as he thrust up into me.

He had his arms wrapped around my body as he held me against his chest, me sitting in his lap.

His cock deep inside of my fluttering pussy as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from my body.

Our break was almost over, for once the both of us being able to take one together, but Donnie has been worked up since this morning and I knew I would find myself in this position.

"You got one more in you, don't you love? Yes, you do." Donnie gripped my throat, knowing this is the quickest way for me to cum one final time.

"Donnie." I gasped as my eyes closed at how intense this final orgasm was for me.

He let out a deep groan as he came, his hips finally stilled as he came inside of me.

The two of us panting, trying to catch our breath.

He cupped my face as he kissed me, the two of us lost in our combined bliss.

Until the alarm on my phone went off, indicating that it was 5 minutes until we go back.

I sighed as we got ready.

Donnie cleaning me with the spare cloth he brought in with him.

"Love you, Donnie." I told him with one final kiss.

"Love you too, baby."

[waywardwritesstuff]

Hello, could you create a headcanon for ROTTMNT where Leo and Donnie, separately, fall in love with a female reader who can transform into a giant white snake?

Donnie and Leo x F!Reader Head canons

Tags: romantic, female reader, feelings, confessions Word Count: 900+

Summary: Donnie/Leo fell in love with reader. They didn't plan on it happening but guess what? It did. But how did they act? How did this all go about?

Leonardo

Leo at first was very embarrassed about it, he had known you just as long as he had known April, and you were very important to him. Not to mention the two of you were quite close compared to his brothers.

But despite his feelings, he wasn't a coward, and he wasn't afraid, so he decided to take you out to a sewer pipe he had found perfect for skateboarding and decided to tell you there.

As the two of you were skating around, you in your human form so you could have two legs to stand on the board in the first place, you noticed Leo started to act strange.

"So...you have a boyfriend?" he says out of no where

A bit confused but seeing nothing wrong with his question you answer

"No. Why? Are you interested haha?" You decide to say cheekily, but if you were being honest, you had a small crush on Leo but figured that it was only one-sided, so you never said anything, but that didn't stop you from making "jokes" about it.

"Maybe, what would you say if it did" Leo responded

You are a little unsure now, you are not used to Leo giving a response that wasn't a joke.

"Leo what are you doing" you stop skating now and turn to look at him fully

"What? I'm not doing anything?"

"Your being weird and you know it"

"Can't I ask my friend about their dating life?"

"You can't, not so seriously at least. What is going on"

He hesitates and his green skin starts to darken on his cheeks. Is he blushing? You didn't even know turtles could blush

"Maybe for once I'm not joking, Y/N I have feelings for you" And there it is, he said it. Finally putting his feelings out into the open.

"Leo that's not funny" you say getting a little bit frustraed. This isn't a funny joke and you don't want him messing around with your feelings. Is he doing this because he knows how you feel about him or is he doing it because he genuinely feels the same

"I promise you for once this is not a joke"

"You're being serious"

"I swear on Hueso's Pepperoni Pizza"

Oh shit, he's being serious

"Well, I feel the same. How come it took you so long to tell me?"

"How come it you so long to tell me"

"Touche" You concede

"So are we going to make this official or are we just gonna sit here with these confessions" He asks

With the adrenaline that is now rushing through your body, you step forward and wrap him in a tight hug, giving him a small kiss on his plastron as he wraps his arms around you and plants his own kiss on your forehead.

Donatello

Donnie didn't understand his feelings at first. He ignored the feeling in his stomach whenever the two of you talked, blamed it on bad pizza. He just went about his day like normal and tried not to think about how you made him feel.

But he couldn't deny how important you were to him. He liked listening to you talk, though sometimes he thought you might be a little bit silly he still found whatever you spoke about interesting, simply because you were the one talking. And he cherished the moments when you would sit and listen to him ramble on and on. He knew people got bored of his ranting easily, but you never seemed to lose interest. It was comforting.

Eventually, he figured out what his feelings were and he had no idea what to do about it. He had never had romantic feelings before and he had never been in a relationship. What was he supposed to do?

One day when the two of you were just chatting with him in his room/lab he went quite, which was highly unusual for him. Even when you were talking he was either working on something or simply muttering along to your train of thought.

"Y/N, have you ever fallen in love with anyone?" he asks bluntly

You look at him quizzically waiting for him to go on

"You know...like those feelings when you like someone a lot more than a friend" he explains

"Yes I know what 'falling in love' is, but why do you ask?"

"Well I think that I might have fallen in love with someone, but I do not know what I am supposed to do with those feelings"

"You could tell them how you feel" I say simply

Donnie has a blank look on his face like this was the most insane answer I could have given.

"Ok, well I love you"

You blink once, twice. Before what he says sinks in

"Wait, me? I am the person you fell in love with? But...I'm a mutant" you say hesitantly, why would Donnie fall in love with a mutant snake such as yourself, even other mutants found you frightening.

"So? So am I? What difference does it make?"

You stop "It doesn't but...you really feel that way about me"

"Yes" he says but their is a hesitant note to his voice "Do you not share these feelings"

You were taken aback, you thought after all this time your feelings would have been more obvious to Donnie but apparently not

"Yes of course! I just never said anything because I thought you only saw me as a friend"

"Well I did-" he says truthfully "-but something changed"

Feeling so overcome with emotions you slither up to Donnie and wrap your arms around him before remember how he feels about hugs. But before you can pull away fully he wraps his own arms around you in return.

You couldn't have been more happy in this moment. And you hope to share more moments like this with Donnie in the future.

[kitchenlittle]

“Playing with Pens” Human TMNT Donnie x BFF! Fem! Reader 🍋‍🟩

Warnings/ Mentions: Wrestling/Restraining, mutual attraction, suggestive language and situations, Black-coded reader, slight injury, illuding to sex, dry humping, hairpulling, mention of bodily fluids, masturbation, erections, and pizza.... (I've always imagined human Donnie as black, looking like the model above but with shoulder length dreads and glasses if anyone is confused)

Pen on paper gets annoying after a while. That disgusting sound that the pen's tip scrubbing itself across the page was somehow akin to the sounds of an overworked keyboard. That 'Tap', 'Tap' 'TAP'. Especially when it would get low on ink and the tapping would get worse.  The loud thunks on the desk as the extra liquid was coaxed to tip and onto the page. Dotting its way onto the edge of your last nerve. Not to mention the following loud cursing as your assailant would lose his concentration as he fiddled with an equation. No amount of hitting would get that old ass pen to ink any faster and yet this ‘genius’ never seemed to get it. Though there was some hope for your sanity. Sometimes he’d give up and just get a new one. You were thankful for those rare moments of silence, when you could just watch him take a second to breathe. It was all short lived because then your friend would raid the poor, old desk for the nearest utensil filled cup and get right back to helping you lose your mind like clockwork. 

He’d continue his assault on your poor ears with another somehow even more maddening scrawling with a smooth pen. He’d whisper to himself. Softly discussing incantations filled with numbers and formulas, theories, and worse all the weird nicknames he’d give his tools and inventions. Occasionally acknowledging your presence with an expected glare and a little conversation.

It had to fucking stop, how else were you going do nothing for hours if he was damn near trying to win a competition for the world's most annoying best friend with a ratty notebook. Without another thought your body reacted. Tape-tethered glasses were clasped in your delicate grip instantly, ripping them away from the bridge of his nose. His expression contorted from a shock to a frown in an instant, followed quickly by swift disappointment. 

He slammed the pen onto the previously abused paper in a huff. “Stop playing and give them back.” From his tone, you can tell he was very unimpressed but not trying to lose his cool...yet.

He was obviously not ready nor in the mood to play any of your games. If it wasn’t already evident from the fact that his brow was twitching because he was surely going to verbally assault you if you didn't give in and give him his glasses. His eyes were still scanning over the equations in front of him once more despite his annoyance. Of course, you had to choke in a laugh his face was practically trying to fuse with the paper with how close he needed to be to read them. The skin out his nose wrinkled as he sighed. 

“I was on the edge of a breakthrough” His brown pupils bore into your own, a mixture of pleading and anger swirled in their dilation. 

You rolled your eyes. Both of you knew he barely made mistakes and could do it later so he was just being extra for the sake of it.  “Your pen is loud as hell. You can’t use your dry-erase board for all this?” 

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. He leaned back in his busted-up chair. Stretching his long limbs as he reached behind his monitor to grasp the board in question. He studied you as his sock feet dragged the rickety wheels across the room towards you.

He tilted his head while squinting dramatically. “Does this look big enough to do all this on?” He pointed to his decryped notebook. 

You raised your eyebrows and did a head tilt of your own. Still, you guarded his glasses in your palms, ready to fight him to protect your ‘delicate’ hearing.  “That notebook doesn't even look healthy enough to write on in the first place. Just use the damn board. 'Shit looks like it got stage four cancer anyway.”

His expression was totally displeased. Years of friendship between you two have provided him a completely broken sense of humor and his overactive imagination drummed up a crude illustration of his familiar notebook in a cartoon style with a thermometer in its mouth and ice pack. Looking at the ceiling was the only thing saving him from collapsing into shambles just then. 

“Shut the fuck up and gimme back my glasses. You know I can barely see shit without them. I need to get back to work. Last time I checked no one is forcing you to be in here anyway!” He pushed his dreadlocks out his face, slipping an elastic band off his wrist to throw them into a ponytail as his normal violet durag was likely discarded somewhere in the mounds of blankets on his bed. The one you are residing on. 

For a second you were thankful not to have pale skin as he’d see your embarrassment from a mile away. You’d seen Donnie without his glasses in the past, but you never paid his face much attention since it always accompanied by his sleeping form or a slight face injury. But then again, he was also never this close either.

You were a bit trapped on this edge of his bed as he had rolled himself close enough to pin your legs to the side of the mattress with his own, purposefully of course. His hands further pinning your thighs to stop you from escaping his hold. If he were any closer, you’d be hovering directly over his face. He sat just below you. Unsuprising as he would be eye level if his bed wasn't so high off the ground, with him being 6'2 it was needed. His normally titled eyes wided a bit more than normal to grimace at you. He ran his tongue over lips to unconsciously moisten them. That alone nearly had you cave. Lord, his skin, you’d kill a man to have the clearness and velvet shine that his face flaunted. When did he get so pretty? Even his lashes were gorgeous, long and moist as they rested briefly when he blinked. The light made his dark brown eyes look like reflections of the night sky were trapped in them. And his sweet voice...like a violin dipped in honey, a real dangerous combination with that Harlem accent. He'd do better as a super model if he weren't invested in his make-shift lab. Did you want to give them back? You were frozen.

“So you just gonna sit there and looked stupid with my expensive glasses in your hand?” He followed up his corny roast with a chuckle. The gap in his teeth contrasted his dark features so much, it almost made him look enteral. Little did you know the feeling was mutual, he only laughed to distract himself from staring at your lips for too long. 

He honestly hated insulting you but that was his brain's natural response to any confusing emotion. A nasty habit he picked up from being raised with rowdy brothers.  

That ‘look stupid’ tore you out of your trance quick. You scowled at him and your grip on his poor glasses got tighter. He wasn't that pretty! Obscenities flew through your brain as you turned around on his comforter to crawl off with them. Stupid aye? Oh, you're about to show him stupid. He would undoubtedly get them back soon enough and you weren't meant to mistreat them, but he wasn't getting these Malcolm X- headass glasses back without a fight. 

You were off and if years of martial arts training taught Donnie anything it was to constantly keep your eye on your opponent. Before your untrained limbs could even crawl off the edge of the bed near the door's entrance, a sharp pain crept up your ankle and skin as the wood off that dreaded staff was scooped under your torso and under your lower half in an instant. With one hand clasped around his oculars and the other being supported by your legs the minute the staff completed its journey under your legs and feet, your face planted hard into the mattress. The last thing you saw was a mass of purple before it all went dark. 

You heard laughing as the surface underneath you dipped underneath his weight. He was crawling up the bed. Your foot jotted out backwards to kick his leg but it ended up a bit too high and you kicked him in the groin instead. If you had learned anything over the years then the fact that when you ever played fought with any of the guys, hitting them somewhere that hurt made them more aggressive. A loud almost pornographic groan filled your alert ears as a large hand pulled your leg back and towards him. The staff came down and hard on your wrist they were holding the glasses just barely missing the lense. It didn't hurt that bad but it stung like a bitch. Still, you weren't backing down.

He was well aware you didn't mean to kick him there but the aching pain almost made him see red. After slapping your wrist he kinda hopped you drop them but you both knew if those glasses made contact with that wood floor they would cease to exist. Truly, he needed to get new ones but he gave up on trading in the old ones as his neurodivergent mind would never allow it, too many memories in those specs. That's probably why he was so ready to play rough with you to get them back. Well….that and to make his best friend beg for mercy. He always got his way somehow anyway, so why not see how he’d get it this time.

He slid his Bo in front of your clavicle and pulled backward to further knock the wind out of you. Forcing your head out of his sheets you were pulled back to face the ceiling, He took a swift arm under your back and down pineed your non offending arm to behind you. Seething, he pinned your wrist there and straddled yours directly to trap them underneath him so you didn't try anything funny again. 4/5ths of your body was underneath him. You hate how fucking tall he was because he could do this with easier access to your weak points and he was too heavy to simply push off. 

“Stop being so damn stubborn and give them back. NOW. ” he snarled at you but despite all odds, he was having a bit of fun. He'd never actually hurt you and he knew you'd never betray him by purposefully breaking his glasses. But, he knew you and that you were petty enough to hide them or give them to one of his brothers to further this little game. No pencil was so damn loud that getting hit in the wrist and pinned down like an animal was worth it. 

You let out a needy whine in response. If he weren't so focused he would realize how terrible the scene would have looked if someone walked in. You outstretched your petty hand and still wanted to create distance between him and the glasses. With a wicked mind, you had clocked that both his hands were occupied forcing you down. You still had the upper hand. 

“You’d have to let go of that dumbass stick or let go of my hand to get them. You not that quick”

You were right. He was skilled but not gifted in speed, which was Mikey’s forte. He would've swiped these glasses in a second, no need for the theatrics. He almost wished he was here to help. Strategy was more his game. His heart rate was picking up as he weighed the choices. He could feel your pulse doing the same on his thumb. A choice had to be made now or else this would never end. 

You smirked, both choices were terrible. If he let go of the staff, you'd let him have the glasses, but you'd immediately move to flip the both of you over until you got the upper hand. And if he let go of your wrist you just hit him and push him off to start the struggle for them all over again. You weren't a super skilled fighter, but you picked up a few dirty tricks over the years from hanging out with his family. Even he'd have to be impressed at this point with the amount of (questionable) wins against his brothers in the past. ‘Borrowing’ Leo’s Manga, snatching up the last slice meant for Mikey, scaring Ralph while he was doing reps, the works. You proved proficient when came to getting out of trouble and like him you'd win by any means.

He nodded, accessing the situation a little closer. Looking down at your pinned form. The show of exposed skin almost ripped him out of his thoughts, until something caught his attention. Black braids that lay perfectly on your backside. Bingo. Your braids were freshly done and likely still a bit sore. Perhaps you'd be more susceptible to giving up if say….they were pulled? He let go of the staff with a thud, letting you silently celebrate before reaching for the glasses and your hair. After he let your wrist go to, he forced his hips forward to get more reach. He wrapped the perfectly laid hair around his knuckles twice and gave them a slight pull before letting his other hand chase the eyewear. 

You yelled out, closing your eyes to soothe yourself through the seething pain forced your head to tilt back. The vice grip you had loosened significantly, and he was able to snatch them away. Much to your dismay they slipped out like your hands were made of oil. He didn't miss the way your shiny lips made an ‘oh’ in shape in protest along with the way your hips pushed back on him.

He slid his glasses back on. A familiar snug on the bridge of his nose solidified his victory. He wasn’t totally blind without them, hence why he was still able to fight with ease to get them back, but without them his vision was pretty far-sighted. There was no way he’d be able to finish anything that required writing if didn’t have them on, the blur was too much of a distraction. Maybe that’s why he was surprised to acknowledge a well-known pulse in his abdomen, ignored the fact that his hips were firmly planted against your ass, and damn near buried in your covered heat. Or the fact that your skirt had risen up quite a bit, completely putting your slick-covered panties on full display. Giving his bulge comfortable spot to rest against. He stared down at himself, the pulse starting to ache like he had gotten punched in the gut. A stark contrast to the jolt of sweet electricity hit his senses as you pushed back against him to struggle once more. He threw his head back momentarily as he dropped his staff. Everything in him was screaming to hold your hips against him and force you to speed up until you were begging. He carefully blew out a shaky sigh as a sweat built on his fingertips. He retracted his hips slightly to not alert you to the situation, nowhere did you indicate that you had noticed. There on the creased seat of his pants was a damp dark spot. His lowered gaze trained a bit higher to see an even larger offending patch on your underwear. Somehow, seemingly going unnoticed by you.

“Okay you got your glasses, you can let go now~ Fuck… please Donnie” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you caught your breath. With the cold air attacking your lower back you were ready to huddle up in a blanket and some pizza downstairs. 

Donnie was panicking. Another jolt, this time more blissfully painful than the last. Why did you have to say it like that? He was so close to the object of years of his affection. How often had he been in this same position, except alone at night? He had been trying to ignore the fact that he liked you for so long. Throwing out excuses like ‘he just liked your perfume’, ‘You were a girl so his body was just reacting naturally’, ‘Of course he thought you were pretty, everyone did’… 'maybe he should pin you down during training a little longer…to scare you…not to be close to you'. Who the fuck was he kidding? He almost tore apart his lab a few days ago after Mikey drunkenly kissed your cheek during game night. 

He choked up, feeling his cock twitch as he completely forced his hips away from the warmth of your body. Grappling a pillow stealthily, he pushed it into his lap and sat in his lab chair to quickly face away from you. His body's rising temperature was already warning him he’d pay for that later. How could you be so casual about this? There’s no way you didn’t feel him mashing into your folds a few seconds ago. 

Unbothered, you hummed a weird song as you pulled yourself off his covers. Panties still flashing your favorite nerd as the bend of your spine sent him into cardiac arrest. Pulling down your skirt nonchalantly you flipped onto your back and bounced off his bed towards him. 

You would have thought a blizzard was materializing in front of him with the hairs of his neck standing at attention. The bed head wasn't helping either, nor was the smeared gloss on your lips and face.

“Donnie, come on, let's go downstairs and get some food. Maybe I can handle your writing habits with a full stomach” You raised an eyebrow at him. He was acting all twitchy and weird again. 

“C-can you give me a minute?” He was looking down at the floor now, white-knuckling the pillow at this point. It wasn’t helping, the plushness pressing down on his tip with the added moisture was only mimicking the feeling of your hips. If he wasn’t careful at this point he’d give in.

You caught up to the hesitation in his voice but read it as anger. The muscles in your race shifted into a frown. You didn’t give him another peep and slid off the bed to the door. Was he really that mad over the glasses? Giving him another look before you closed the door, the expression on his face unmistakable, frustration. Pouting you quickly padded down the spiral stairs, much to his chagrin. Leo’s voice soon called out. 

“Oh, hey y/n! Here, get a slice of pizza before Mikey takes it all!”

Donnie broke out in a cold sweat as an exhale forced its way out now that you were out of the picture. He peeled the pillow off his lap. Staring at the culprit of his panic. Breathing became harder as a trembling hand pushed his dreads off his face. Blurry vision or not he knew the drill. Slouching against the tattered fabric of his chair he slid the offending hand under the black waistband. The hair trailed down his stomach scratching him slightly as he gripped the base. Hissing as it drew out some of his frustration. It dawned on him as he replayed all the events.

……. Extra scene:

Your eyes scanned the room past the arguing brothers of your best friend. He still hadn't come out. Was he actually upset? A hollow urge boiled in your stomach as you thought over what happened. He still kicked you out of his room, you were sure he'd make a move this time. Dread washed over, maybe you had made him uncomfortable? Looking up again you were forced to register that he still hadn't left. It had over 30 minutes now. Solemly, you finished the crust on the pizza and threw your grease-stained napkin in the trash. The boys had detected your mood and scattered to leave the room so as not to further agitate you. Then while you washed your hands, familiar footsteps craned downstairs. With an excited glare, you were sad to discover that he wouldn't meet your gaze. Soon your vision retreated back to the soapy sink.

He simply walked past you. Grabbing a cold slice out of the fridge along with an energy drink. One that you were sure he didn't like. Soon it was;s thin metal in your palm. Before you could question him he had already used his long legs to stride back up the steps at a steady pace. You turned it around only to be met with a sticky note, scrawled on that same inky chicken scratch of his. Ugly, but not illegible, you read its message quietly.

'You did that shit on purpose'

You froze, staring at his figure as he nonchalantly held his door open, peering at you with his famous unamused poker face, normally only reserved for when he found something to be difficult. The damaged paper was sheer enough to allude to more letters on the opposite side, so you flipped it.

'Let's talk about it upstairs. I don't want everyone to know our business'.

Too late for that though, his noisy brothers were quickly accessing the vibes and debating if they should haze Donnie over it once you left. The floor could have swallowed you whole in that moment and you would thank it. Hesitate, your eyes met. He was trying to act tough, but you could tell he was nervous his fiddling of the doorknob. He rolled his eyes and held back a grin when a smile tugged your mouth at his cute antics.

"Hurry up! You play too fucking much!"

Note: I know this fanfic is random. I decided to post finished fics with black readers in mind for black history month. Plus, I haven't posted in a while due to getting ready to graduate college soon. Hope y'all enjoy! Let me know if you want the other brothers too. I'm working on Mikey now.

[truffle-draws-turtles]

"I'm just want you to come back home, Shiro."

Sorry. Couldn't decide which one to post. So have them all :]

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[mirrored-muse]

Ceo user x assistant Ellie? And user is maybe a really strict boss maybe mean and rude and Ellie is always trying to appease her and maybe a bit of flirting?

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New obsession?

Milkman!Lee Minho x F!Reader.

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-How you guys met.

▶Contains : Hinted Pervert!Lee Minho, Slowly getting Obsessed!Lee Minho.

Reader is awkwardly cheerful and mostly optimistic in this fic ¦> In minho's perspective she's an innocent person although in reality she's just awkward hence the cheerful attitude and mostly not innocent.

↪"You're milk delivery is here, miss!"

Minho knocked on the door as he sighed - he's been working all morning and now is finally the last one. He looked at the address he was familiar with considering an old couple lived here a few years ago but now passed away as a new person has moved in last week ago.

He still hasn't met the person yet because he needed a week off due to doongie being sick then soonie followed by dori and him. It was an apocalypse in their apartment and he couldn't do anything but take care of them not like he didn't enjoy his free time resting.

His boss being Jeon Jungkook was kind enough to allow him as minho has been working hard anyways and it was time to make use of the other milkmen who were slacking off anyways.

Also he was gonna have a bonus next week so it was definitely his year this year - smiling at himself as he heard a voice from the other side of the door.

Leaning down as he grabs a box of 6 full bottles of milk for the week crouched down as the door opened.

"A-ah...I'm sorry! I was doing some laundry-.." You panicked as you fiddled with your nightgown clumsily - minho sighed as this way a common occurrence. He slowly looks up - he gulps slightly while his eyes were wide full blown and diluted while he stares at you infront of his sight.

You looked at him confused as you put on a smile over your lips - so perfect for him to kiss, Minho thinks before stopping himself from thinking about such things he just thought for a stranger. You held your arms up making minho gulp at you, being braless nipples perked up against the wind probably or because him hopefully.

He gently gave you the box of milk although unsure if you were able to carry such a heavyweight while he still had his hands gripped under the box a bit hesitant.

"Can you carry it, miss?.." He asks his voice low while he looks down at you with his predatory gaze that cats do. You looked up at him with such innocence and pure eyes that he couldn't help but felt a warm knot over his stomach.

"Yes! I'm quiet strong, thank you for your concern mister milkman.." You said cheerfully, Minho slowly nodding as he placed the box of bottled milks over your arms - you huffed brows furrowed as it was quite heavy but nothing you could handle.

Minho pulled away as he looked at you seemingly tired in your perspective while in his he was absolutely dumbstruck by you - You carefully walked through your house as you placed the box of bottled milk at the table. Minho looked at your back his eyes slowly drifting down as his gaze hardens, biting his lower lip as he locks his eyes on something he'd consider himself his healthy obsession.

Your ass was big easy for him to grab and hold he gulped before blinking while he shook his head, he must very tired if he was acting like this for a stranger. He waited for you to come back as he grabs the list for you to sign too. You hurriedly come back as you chuckled awkwardly - signing beside your name as you looked up at him.

"Sorry again for the inconvenience...Thank you.." You said while minho just nodded - you couldn't help but apologize as you always do feeling bad to keep him waiting for even just 3 more minutes as he looked extremely tired although when you saw minho smiled you can't help but notice how attractive the milkman was and you were wearing such a flimsy outfit infront of such an attractive person.

"No problem miss..Just doing my job..I'll see you next week? 6am.." Minho uttered while you nodded - so now that you know the time of delivery it was safe to say you'll hopefully not keep him waiting next time.

"Have a nice day.." Minho uttered as he lifts his hat up before walking away while you shouted at him the same thing before closing your door as you got back to doing your laundry.

Minho couldn't help but swallow his tongue as he bites the tip of it - an urge to just go back and kept talking to you but he couldn't as he had to head back plus his cats must be starving at home.

Minho sighed it's been a week since he then time has past by rather quickly - he drove his van onto each and every house in town as usual. He was very tired because he stayed up all night watching small kitten videos that he forgot he had work the next day.

He yawned rubbing his eyes while sighing deeply - despite his tiredness he couldn't help but feel a weird gut feeling like somethings about to happen. He was finally infront of your house holding another 6 glass bottles of milk, he rang the door bell.

He stood still with the bottled milk on his arm - he had his sleeves over his elbows clearly showing his veiny arms. You hurriedly opened the door as you grinned at him - the empty glass bottles over your arms as you greet him with a cheerful smile.

"Mister milkman! It's great to see you again." You chirped placing the 6 empty bottles on the ground while he nods - giving you a small tired smile, you couldn't help but notice his dark circles as you looked down grabbing the box of bottled milk over his hand.

His veiny hands caught your eyes possibly staring more intensely than usual although thankfully the milkman didn't notice it much as you quickly lifted the box off his hand and walked in your house placing it over your table.

"It's nice to see you too miss..." Minho uttered as he took out his list again while you walked back and signed beside your name. He smiled at you while you take a glance at his nametag.

"So...minho?.." You uttered raising a brow as you smiled at him, he raises his as he saw you saw glanced at his nametag before sighing as he smiled back at you - gently grabbing his hat as he adjusts it.

"Yes, I'm Lee Minho...The town's most responsible milkman...and you know I already know you due to my...list.." Minho said as he chuckled tapping his list that had your name on it while you smiled back at him nodding seemingly eager.

"Sorry for the late introduction miss..." Minho said as he slightly tilt his hat down as he bows down at you feeling bad for being rude to you last week and not greeting you as they often do whenever it's someone new in town.

You chuckled immediately shaking your head as you looked at him slightly embarrassed. "Ah! No no you don't have to do that...And I assure you it's fine..I noticed how tired you looked and it's understandable."

You chuckled earning a light-hearted smile from minho as he looked up at you - his eyes glimmered slightly widen as if he saw a beautiful scenery infront of his face and he did. It made his heart skip a beat with butterflies erupting his stomach in a vast pace.

He slightly gulped as he nodded. "Thank you miss.."

You nodded before you made a surprised expression as you remembered something. "Ah! please hold on a minute, mister Lee-"

"Minho is fine miss.." He cuts you off while you looked at him nodding sheepishly before you excused yourself and grabbed something from your kitchen - minho just stood there waiting as you did ask for him to wait, usually he wouldn't as he was busy with his job but who was he to deny you. You came back then it all went to blank.

"I decided to make a cake for myself but ended being alot so please have some.." You offered him a chocolate cake - slightly fudgy with crisp sides for a bit of crunch but in the inside was moist and soft. The chocolate drips down the side with chocolate chips as it's toppings and with whipped cream as well.

You gave it to minho as he looks at it before smiling and giving you his thanks while you uttered a 'no problem' back to him.

Milkman minho...Milkman minho...MILKMAN MINHO!!!

Will do smut of it when I have ideas >¦].

It has been in my drafts for a month or more and I wanted to just post it so here - might have grammar mistakes.

ᯓᡣ𐭩Mxlist°

[tammyu-2]

I LOVED UR LAST ONE how about 2012 donnie introducing his gf to everyone for the first time how would that go

OOOOO okay so I'm gonna do a different way Donnie and you meet if that's cool?

TMNT 2012 DONNIE INTRODUCING YOU TO HIS FAMILY

Mentions of Y/n, feminine labels, usage of she/her pronouns, some swearing, not proofread.

I adore his face in this gif

You had met Donnie at the dump. That's right, I said it. He was trying to find more parts for his machinery, and you had lost a precious family heirloom. So after misunderstandings and someone almost getting tazed (Donnie), you guys talked things out. After that, you met again when he was in battle. He insisted on you guys actually properly hung out.

So after one hang out became two and two became three. Soon, hangouts became dates, and soon, you guys were two peas in a metaphorical pod. The way he asked you is by trying to show you a project in disguised as him asking you out. Of course, the turtles didn't know, so he did it at an abandoned garage that he found was close by. (He later on used it for any projects he didn't want his brothers ruining.

"Watch closely my dear assistant!"

"Uh Don? Is it supposed to be letting Grey steam out?"

"I assure you I know what I'm doing."

"But the vial is shaking-"

"Trust in me!"

You know, in cartoons, when stuff blows up, leaving the black gunk on everything but the safety glasses? Yeah, that's what happened. He then explained what it was meant to do, and you were flattered at his attempt and accepted his proposal.

Now, his brothers had no idea that you existed other than the time you were a hostage for the kraang one time. But they really didn't bat an eye on how you already knew Donnie's name cause they were too busy saving you and the others. Plus, they were suspicious when Donnie's obsession with April suddenly stopped.

"Yo Dontron what's wrong with you? You didn't even bat an eye at April today!"

"I have no idea what you are talking about. I did blink several times like normal."

"He is saying that you didn't go all goo-goo eyes for her."

"Oh! Yeah, no, I have a girlfriend now."

"Ha! Nice joke. What nation is she from? Your imagination?"

"I'm serious."

"Sure you are."

So he brought you around to show that he indeed was serious. You would be lying if you weren't a little scared to meet his family. I mean, what if they like to banish you from ever meeting Donnie again because you coughed wrongly in their house or something???

Though Donnie assured you that their opinion doesn't matter to him. Not really easing your spirits, though, because he still didn't clarify that you shouldn't be afraid of MEETING them. More or less that he didn't care if they did disapprove.

"Everybody! This is my absolutely wonderful girlfriend Y/n. I thought you guys would want to meet her."

You politely waved at them with a gentle smile.

"How much is he paying you? Cause we don't have money at all, he's scaming you."

"Are you like a robot or something? I don't see your wires."

"So are you being held hostage if so blink twice."

"GUYS WHAT THE FRICK!?"

Fr tho- guys have faith in your brother that he has some game

Donnie quickly goes to apologize to you only to see you absolutely losing your shit and failing to hold in your laughter. After a few moments you gather yourself and clarify that you are Donnie's human girlfriend by choice.

"Are we talking about the same Donnie right now?"

"I'm right here!"

They are all too confused to say that they approve.

"How did Donnie pull you?"

You try not to laugh as you explained how you met him.

"What do you mean you met him at a waste disposal???"

Trust that they are secretly making notes to compare later because they have no faith in Donnie boy at all.

After all the commotion Master Splinter had entered. And Donnie was quick to introduce you to him. Donnie is basically bouncing on his feet.

"Hello sensei! This is my lovely girlfriend Y/n. Y/n this is my father I was talking about."

Splinter mumbles a simple greeting and bow his head while you copy his actions showing respect for him. Splinter is a man that sees to believe so he doesn't really say anything remarkable or worth noted on your first meeting. More or less that he hopes Donnie is treating you right. But after a while of getting to know you he likes you.

"She's a good one, son. Treat her well."

"There's no doubt in my mind that I won't sensei."

The turtles are okay with you and so is Splinter. They love when you bring pizza around though for them.

"You sure you're here against your will?"

"Mikey!!"

That's it lovelies. That's my new nickname for you guys hope you like it

I loved this it was so cutesy

BAI ;*

~Tammy<3

[imababblekat]

Scars That Bind

**WARNINGS**: implied ptsd, scarring, angst (but w/ happy ending)

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@httpvomitello ,"Hi Hi, how are you? So I was wondering if you could do a one shot with Donnie x f! reader who is his girlfriend. It would be after the event of the second film, where she helps with the fight and everything. However, she ends up with a big scar on her back, but she never got around to revealing it to the others because she was ashamed to show it, and because of that, in those weeks she almost didn't let Donnie touch her, whether it was a hug or a kiss. Until one day, he accidentally sees the scar, and after her explanation, he comforts her and things get better.

A/N: oh boy this is much longer than i had planned it to be! hope y'all still enjoy though! im just gonna go cry in a corner after having written this ╮(T▽T)╭

~xXx~

It had been weeks, and yet the events of the Kraang attacks still effected you. Effected your life. It hadn't been as often as early on, but you still had nightmares. Still awoke sweaty and fearful from a nightmare that played out way differently and more devastating than how the real battle had ended victoriously. Well, mostly victoriously. Yes, the four ninja brothers you had helped and fought alongside went home with some new scars that they would no doubt proudly brandish, but the one you took home made you feel anything but proud. Anything but strong like how the turtles felt about theirs.

The large, healed but still freshly ugly wound across your middle back would be a forever reminder of how things could have gone terribly wrong for you that day. You were lucky to make it out alive in the end, but you had not only been physically scarred, but mentally as well.

What if you hadn't made it out of that slippery situation? What if it had happened and then Donnie, your everything, wouldn't have even known, to busy off fighting the big bad boss? How could you leave him, leave everyone, so suddenly in your foolishness to be more than what you were? A fragile human, trying to be a hero like her mutated boyfriend who had been training to fight his entire life?

The near death experience left you thinking and imaging the worst nearly every waking moment, and it seemed to effect more than just your lonesome. It had started to effect your relationship with Donnie. You can't remember the first moment it happened, but you remember every other time you had rejected his touches. The poor man couldn't get a kiss from you, much less a hug, and he had no idea why. The hurt in his eyes always tugged at your heart strings, but not as much as if he were to find out about the permanent alteration to your body.

If he found out, he would surely blame himself for not being there to protect you. Something you wanted him to not do. He along with his super brothers had more pressing things to be worried about, not a single human when they had the whole of New York on their shoulders. Your horrific dreams of death had also instilled in you that very great possibility of just how much danger you truly were in being with them. Yes, it was something that you had all known. April, Casey, and even Vern were just as in likely danger simply by being friends with the turtles, but no one really realizes the weight of something till it comes crashing down on them. Like it had to you.

If one day something happened to you, you didn't want to leave behind a deeply heartbroken and changed Donnie. Making distance would surely make such a casualty easier to deal with if there was nothing no longer there right?

Right?

You chocked on a sob, eyes screwed shut with clasped hands against your reddened face. The staggered cry quietly echoed off your bathroom walls, the only other sound being the slight slush of water in the tub you had planned to get into before you had caught a glance of the cursed marking on your back in the mirror. Now, you sat on the edge, trying your best to reason with your recent actions, but your heart and subconscious knew the truth and would not let you get away so easily.

Images of Donnie's hurt face only a couple hours ago still projected freshly in your mind. The pain in his eyes when you stepped back from his open embrace and rejected his goodbye kiss before you departed for home. You've seen the genius sad before, but never had you seen him so dejected. Knowing that you were the cause, hurt even more.

"But it's for his own good.", you sobbed aloud.

Than why did it feel so wrong?

Suddenly, something had fumbled and hit the tiled floor loudly, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin as you swiftly turned on the edge of the tub to see the last person you wanted to in this exact moment.

There, standing in the entrance straight as a pillar and eyes so wide they might pop out of his head, was Donatello. He had come to return back your phone, that of which he had called deciding it was finally time to talk about your standoff behavior towards him when it rang from the lair lounge. Now though, a call to work out the reason was no longer warranted, the off color patch of new skin and flesh on your back still crystal clear in his mind.

"I. . .", Donnie faltered, one usually a dictionary of speech, now speechless.

You on the other hand, were much more reactive. Your heart picking up pace, as you were quick to grab your towel and wrap it around, stepping out of your forgotten bath and racing to get out of this situation.

"I-I wondered if I had forgotten that, thanks Don, you can go-"

You had tried and failed to push your way past Donnie after swiftly grabbing your phone off the bathroom floor, but the turtle in purple was much faster and had grabbed hold of your arm just as you entered the hallway.

"How. . .how long have you. . .", Donnie swallowed, still struggling to find the words.

You felt your heart drop in your chest seeing the agony in Donnie's knowledgeable gaze.

"Donnie, please. . .", you mutter barely above a whisper, lip beginning to quiver.

"When you said you went to the hospital to check on a friend, did you really go for yourself?", he questioned, brows furrowed as he looked down at you, but you were careful to avoid his gaze.

You tried to pull your arm from his grasp, but Donnie held firm. He wasn't letting you go this time.

"(Y,n), please, I'm just trying to understand."

"There is nothing to understand.", you gritted out, angry with yourself for the tears that threatened to spill once again.

"How could you say that? You have a-"

"I know!", you finally snapped, glare flashing up towards Donatello.

Said turtle was stunned, but soon relaxed his expression, slowly letting go of your arm to take a step back. You cursed yourself internally, looking back to your hallway's carpet and holding yourself tight. A moment of tense silence befell the both of you, neither speaking and both refusing to look at the other. Your heart ached, and so did his, but it was not you who apologized first.

With a tight throat, Donnie was first to speak quietly.

"I'm sorry. . ."

"Don't say that.", you thought to yourself, another stinging pang shooting straight through your chest. Fighting back the urge to cry, you shook your head, chancing a glance at your slumped boyfriend.

"No. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. It's just. . ."

Donnie looked up just as you looked down the hall, but your gaze was else where. It was a look he was all to familiar with, one he'd seen after terrifying incidents he and his brothers had experienced.

"Is that why you've been so distant?"

By that, you knew Donatello meant your scar.

The reference broke you, nodding as you started to sob and weep, new tears making new streaks down your face. Donnie muttered a quiet 'oh', opening his arms as you quickly crossed the short distance to fall against his plastron. The moment his strong arms wrapped around you, your heart had exploded, cries racking your body as you sobbed loudly, not caring if the neighbors heard. It had been so long since you had embraced each other, since you had been this close to the person you fell so deeply in love with, that the sensation of Donnie holding you felt as though you had finally returned home after an arduous journey across rough seas.

The entire time you cried Donnie stood cradling you, rubbing your arms softly and murmuring quiet whispers of "its okay" and "let it out" against the top of your messy hair. Neither of you knew how much time had passed, Donnie undoubtedly willing to hold you up if your legs no longer could, but soon you had calmed, only letting out shaking breaths and a few soft sobs here and there. Once you felt you had regained enough strength you gingerly used Donnie's strong plastron as leverage to push your self back, just enough to still remain close but also peer up into his worried gaze.

"I'm sorry Donnie. I never wanted to hurt you. I was so scared about how something happening to me would effect you, when I've been causing you that pain this entire time. I'm so, so sorry Donnie.", you choked out, feeling as though you were ripping off a band-aid and at the same time having heavy weights lifted from your shoulders.

"Oh, (y,n).," Donnie muttered, reaching up to move a strand of hair from your sticky, tear stained face. "I only wish I had realized sooner what you were going through. You shouldn't have faced this alone. I should have been there to help."

You bit your bottom lip, shaking your head slowly.

"No Donnie, that's exactly part of why I acted the way I did. I don't want you to blame yourself for what happened."

Donnie's grip on you tightened, a pit forming in his chest. That scar. It grabbed him by the throat and had him in a choke hold the second he stepped into your bathroom. When had you gotten it during the Kraang attack? Were you alone the whole time? How did you get such a wound?

Donatello had to be quick to stop his thoughts before they spiraled into picturing unsavory images of just how exactly you had been hurt. He hated it, this revelation that something seriously bad had happened to the person he loved and he wasn't there to do anything about it. If he'd lost you, he'd surely would have lost himself.

Leaning forward with tightly shut eyes, holding back his own tears for your sake, Donnie's lips pressed firmly to your forehead before slowly pulling back. His beautiful gold eyes found yours, a comforting smile gracing his features as you tiredly peered back at him inquisitively.

"Sorry, dove. I can't say that I won't, but I promise I'll try to as long as you promise me something."

"Anything, Donnie."

"Promise me that you'll always remember I'm here for you. That you can come to me about anything, and to please let me help fight your battles with you, just as you so bravely have done for me."

Your lips formed into a smile, the first genuine one in who knows how long. Your head fell against Donnie's strong chest once more, your arms squeezing him this time and feeling your soul being filled with a warm, positive feeling for once as the tallest ninja turtle returned your embrace with just as much love.

"I promise.", you spoke just above where Donnie's heart lay protected by plastron, the feeling of another gentle, loving kiss being placed against the top of your hair.

~xXx~

[luvyurself]

hate you

for @fishsticksloser dity :D I went a little overboard with it but I hope you like it <3

story chosen: there for my final breath

c/w: she/her pronouns, major character death, bad future timeline, babies first angst story, donnie battles with emotions, he’s coping hardcore, kind of rushed (aka I just saw their post about it and got to writing LMAOO)

to set the vibe listen to this teehee:

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what was a “successful mission” anymore?

was it really successful when a person you loved was killed in battle?

was it really successful when you wake up screaming from nightmares retelling the events of that day? the universe mocking you in its sick and twisted way, in a way that said, “this is your reality, your world.”

“this is your future.”

death was a concept he had to get used to, as unfortunate as it was, it quickly became a common thing he would have to face when the krang invaded new york city.

from when he was a teen, donnie would swear up and down that he emotions were a wast of time, it being the only thing that he genuinely didn’t get. why do we feel random things that change sporadically with no rhyme or reason? a concept so foreign, yet can be so….how to say….comforting.

like that giddy feeling when he completed an invention, the heart pounding in his chest when he rambled on and on to his brothers about a topic for an hour.

the heart melting and wavy smile he would get when she would kiss his cheek every morning.

she was practically his ray of sunshine in the hellscape of the world he came to know. when he would be planning new inventions to take down the krang, she would be massaging his shoulders with her slightly rough hands, a faint reminder of the change she went through.

they would be in the battle field, back to back as they fight against the enemy, then together in the med bay with stupid smiles on their faces as they sloppily put bandaids on their injuries.

she was there to hold him when raph died, humming a soft song as he silently cried into her shoulder, his hand gripping hers in a tight grip. a silent way he expressed it without sobbing out loud. he never cried out loud, her never sobbed so hard until he physically couldn’t cry anymore.

donnie liked it like that.

no matter how unhealthy it was to bottle up the need to let out his emotions, it was always how he moved on, how he could move on.

but not anymore.

not even now.

it wasn’t supposed to happen, he had it all mapped out. even with her on the mission without him, he had eyes on her from inside his lab. the hologram figure of her stared at him as he banged his fist on the table.

“damn it…” he grumbled, rubbing his face in frustration. her voice spoke up, a little bit out of breath, “what? what happened?”

his eyes turned to her, a sharp breath escaping his nose, “there’s practically no way to destroy the place, we can’t do nothing.” he looked over disarray sketches of the technodrome, gritting his teeth in anger, “there’s no way of shutting it down without one of those freaks catching you, I’m calling it off.”

tapping on his arm band to send the information to leo, he heard her soft breathing as she spoke up once more. “what about that?”

he looked up once more, seeing where she was located at. he takes a sharp intake of air once he realizes what it was. “the core! ha! of course the kraang have a core on their ship, that will knock them down a leg greatly!”

he turned his back away from the hologram, “once you come back, we can discuss what we found with the others, that way we can be more prepared.”

“donnie.”

“this will help us gain some sort of advantage with that ship gone.”

“don-“

“have I ever tell you about that keen eye, my love? oh I can practically kiss you through the-“

“DONATELLO!” he nearly flinched at his full name, turning back around to face her, a confused look on his face. “what? you can’t blame me for being excited!”

she was quiet for a moment, clearing her voice to speak. “we can’t wait until another time.” her voice was quieter then usual, her eyes staring down at the floor.

an uneasy feeling began to settle in his stomach, “what do you mean? we don’t have any available resources right now, we can try again tomorrow-“

“tomorrow isn’t promised, donnie.” she said, looking back at the core, and back at him. “we have an opportunity right now, we have to take it.”

he’s quiet for a moment, before he finally got what she was implying. “no. you’re not doing anything.” his voice was serious, brown furrowed as he pointed at her hologram form.

“you will come back right now. that’s an order, that you will follow.” he couldn’t help his heart racing, the horrible feeling coming over him as she gave him a small smile.

she was always stubborn. selfless. an emotion he never understood from her.

“I am forever grateful that I met you in this life, donatello.” she whispered, her hand slipping the communicator off her wrist, “I love you, so much.”

he felt the world fall silent, watching as she muted and dropped the communicator on the floor. his screams falling on deaf ears as he saw her run to the core of the technodrome.

his chest was hurting, his heart was pounding as he quickly grabbed his battle shell. he hated it. he hated it so much. he wanted it to stop.

he transfer the call with her to his wrist tech, at the same time calling for any available assistance on the front lines to stop her.

“I need all available support to the technodrome’s core room, I repeat-“ he quickly flew to where the technodrome is located.

“I need all available support to the-“

BOOM

he’s quickly knocked down from the sky, landing on the ground as he felt the air knocked out of him. he takes a moment to recover before he looked up at the sky, his breath stopping for a moment.

it’s all gone. the technodrome. she had done it. she had destroyed the whole thing. he looked down at his tech, hearing nothing but static from her end.

then he feels nothing. the sounds of the troops unknowingly celebrating become white noise to him as he felt the unwelcome feeling return.

the tears were silent, teeth gritting as his hands dug into his palms. he felt a hand on his shoulder, and jerked violently away from the touch.

“don?” the voice of leo asked quietly, staring at his face. he looked down at his wrist tech, before speaking up once more, “where’s…what happened?”

donnie couldn’t speak. he couldn’t breathe. he couldn’t do anything.

the only thing that came from his lips was a strangled sob. his hand slapping over his lips as he sobbed violently into his hands.

leo held onto him, not saying anything.

and once more, he was stuck with the feeling that he hated. but this time it was worse. way worse.

he wanted to hate her, he wanted to scold her for making him feel this way. she knew he hated to feel this, but yet, she caused him to feel that and more.

it might hurt less, to hate her for what she did.

but he still loved her for everything she ever did.

and he hated to love her for that.