#donnie x female

[truffle-draws-turtles]

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

I don't know if I posted this here before. It's the cover of my escalation book

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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~

[normal-internet-user]

:TMNT 2012 MASTERLIST:

Shared Headcanons:

2012 Boys When Reader Uses The Same Weapon As Them

2012 With A Famous Reader

2012 Boys With A Mutated Child Sibling Reader

2012 Boys When Child Reader's Teddy Bear Rips

2012 Boys When Sibling Reader Draws A Family Picture

2012 Boys With A Big Sis Reader

2012 Boys With A Mother Figure Reader

What The 2012 Boys Call Their S/O

2012 Boys When Their Big Sister Gets Mutated

2012 With A Friend Who Listens To Sean-Nós Music

2012 Boys With A Male S/O Who's Stronger Than Them

Leo:

Dating Leo Headcanons

Admiration? No, Love.

My Hero

Leo With A Secret Hacker Girlfriend

Leonardo Cuddle Headcanons

Mikey:

Practice

Oblivious

Dating Mikey Headcanons

Mikey With An Assasin Girlfriend

Honey I'm Home

Donnie:

Supplier

Rest Your Eyes

Donnie Cuddle Headcanons

Crush Much?

Pick-Up Line

Overprotective

Dating Donnie Headcanons

Donnie With A Secret, Boxer S/O

Hello Mr. Turtle

Donnie With A Collector Little Sibling

Raph:

Feelings

Dating Raph Headcanons

Raph With A Secret, Softie S/O

Not So Fragile

Other:

Daredevil Pt:1 Pt: 2 Pt: 3

One For The Books

Adopted??

Call Me Karma

Splinter With A Secret Girlfriend

Introduction

Free Time (Karai x Fem!Reader)

Code Of Conduct

Ice Cream Run (Casey Jones x Reader)

Truths And Lies Pt: 1 Pt: 2 Pt: 3

Home Is Here

[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.

[amnignsity]

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.

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[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.

[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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comic au (lesbian lovestory)

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ATTENTION - SPOILER BELOW THE IMAGE!

When Shiro had shown up during this time, Casey had made the mistake of saying nothing, keeping everyone in the dark, and taking off. He didn't want to handle it that way again, and so he said quietly: "Usagi...listen to me. Shiro was also part of this family in my time. But there was a huge conflict and she disappeared. Donnie was completely destroyed." he took a deep breath because he was now telling something no one else knew, "Just like Leo. The two of them are the closest to Shiro - no one knows why. Donnie broke inside, but Leo was saved." A shiver ran down Usagi's spine and he stopped. "By who?" Casey turned, looked him in the eyes, and a smile reappeared on his face. "By you."

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[bella-is-sleepy]

Rise! Donatello x Female! Smart/nerd reader!

Y/n’s Pov:

YAYY ITS FINALLY DONE!! I finished that one project. I made a cute collar for my pet dog, P/N! It was in f/c, and it has a tracker….. Because when I walk her/him they somehow get loose, and they run off. She/he does it for FUN!!

Not that P/N doesn’t like me; It’s just because they’re very energetic dog. Like they choose to be calm or crazy each day. Like gurl/boi pick a side!

I was putting on my doggy, until I heard my alarm go off-wait…? WHAT—!!?? I hurried over to my backpack and snatched it up off the floor running to my door, and out the apartment.

I made it to school; where which April was in the computer lab/room. I Pulled out a chair & took a seat next to her. “Hey girl!” I gave her a smile and replied “Hey April, how was your weekend?” She gave a hm In acknowledgement “Oh, Yea it was okay, I mostly just binged watched movies with my mom.” I gave a sad smile, but April didn’t see because she looked back at the computer.

I wish my parents wouldn’t fight ALL THE TIME; I just want them to get along, you know? She started typing for a project that we were working on together. Then I see that she texted someone on her phone. With the contact ‘Bootyyyshaker9000’ why did that sound familiar?

Five minutes later we were both talking about the work. Then all of a sudden me and April here “Psst, April” then three ninja starts get thrown into the table and they say ‘I’m here’ The April looked up and gasped the I look up as well and see…DONNIE?!?!

What the hell is he doing hanging from the lights?? The he Yelps “Whoa!” She the says “Hey Donnie, Thanks for coming” he then gets on a spiny-chair. “No probbles. I love this place!”

“Wait, April You know Donnie??” She looks at me confused “Y/N?? How do you know Donnie?!” The in the back me and April hear Dee say “Smells like learning and puberty.!” I gave her that awkward face I do when I hide things “Well….You see…uhhh, how do I say this? This is the Boy I was talking about last time…” She was SHOCKED!! Like this face type of shocked. (꒪Д꒪)ノ (WHEN, WHERE, HOW??)

“Oh hey y/n, You know April?” April grabbed him by the shoulders and started shaking him like a rag doll! “This is the girl you were telling me about???!!” She stops and he fixes his googles and continues to speak “So what do you guys need help with?” “Our computer science project, we just need you to check the code.” I gave her this face ヽ(#`Д´)ﾉ “GIRL, I SAID I COULD DO IT IM JUST AS SMART HIM!”

(Sorry i havent been posting! should i continue this story?)

[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~

[normal-internet-user]

Hi, how are you? May I request Rise Donnie having a "love at first sight"(I guess you could say?) moment when he meets fem!reader for the first time? (Maybe Reader is one of April's friends?)

YES YES! ANON, JUST- YES-

HELLO, HELLO

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Summary: Donnie never expected to experience "Love at first sight", to be honest, he never believed it was real. At least untill you captured his attention...

Warnings:

Requested: Mhm!

No pronouns specified!

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Oh, the cruel twist of fate.

Donnie never expected to be one of those love sick fools, blindly admiring someone whom had encaptured their hearts with a mere shared glance.

On the contrary, he'd laughed the idea away. Something like that could never happen to someone like him.

But now here he stood, blushing like a fool as he watched you happily get aquainted with his brothers. April had offered to introduce them to a close friend of hers, that friend being you.

Donnie hadn't really thought much of the offer, simply taking it as an opportunity to add a new ally to their band of misfits. When you met his eyes however, he couldn't help himself but be a tad more interested in you, and when you spoke that was the final nail in his metaphorical coffin.

You had encaptured his heart, just as he had always feared someone would. Now he was but a love smitten child who knew no way to navigate these new feelings.

How had you done this to him?

Was it the shimmer in your eyes?

The way you carried yourself?

Was it the way you spoke and how happily you discussed your hobbies?

Perhaps it was a combination of all of these that made you oh so perfect. Perhaps this was mere interest, just a small curiousity that could be satified in due time, yes, that was it. You had simply peaked his interest. It was the only logical conclussion, what else could these feelings possibly be?

Well he knew what else, but he wanted to ignore that possiblity.

Ignore it.

That's what was best.

But your eyes.

Just a single glance was enough to show him that you were alot more complicated than you appeared. Perhaps that's how you gained his attention. Donnie wanted nothing more in that moment than to unlock every secret you held, to learn who you were, and he hated that.

He had just met you for Newton's sake!

These feelings were going to be a problem.

A really big problem...

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All done Anon! I had tons of fun with this one lol, can you tell?

[wolffeay]

New Chapter - Fire, Flames, Farewell

Please enjoy! Thank you for any likes/kudos, comments, and reblogs!

(^^^ This is basically Donnie this entire chapter tbh)

[afreakingdork]

Inflorescence

RotTMNT Donatello x Original Female Character One-Shot

The absolutely stunning chapter art was done by @goodforwho

Rated: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: Sex, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Autoerotic Asphyxiation, Creampie, Yearning, Love, Established Relationship, Touch-Starved, Light Bondage, Light BDSM, Plant Bondage, Married Couple, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Penis In Vagina Sex, Gift Fic, One Shot

Synopsis: From a young age, Jun resigned herself to being alone. It's been years since and that hunger has not abated.

This one shot is dedicated to, inspired by, and a gift for @grumpytheunicorn who's OC, Jung-Hwa "Jun" B. Lee, fills me with nothing but glee. I hope you like it.

Also available on Ao3

LAST WARNING FOR THE 🍋 UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI!

Intimacy.

It wasn’t something Jun ever thought she would have. It wasn’t just that she convinced herself; it was a patent impossibility. She was untouchable in this world. There was family that evaded that rule when she was younger, but that time was finite. Clinging was something shy children grew out of. They grew into anxious adults that were plagued with loneliness until they did something about it.

What if there was nothing to do?

Starvation was baked into Jun’s skin. It was etched in the very green lines that Donnie was tracing with his tongue. It didn’t matter how much he touched her, it would always be there. It ghosted over every inch of her and only asked for more. This was what came from her lineage. Genetics had laid out designs on her very being. She was a colorful rendition of darted toxicity in amphibian form. For as visible as she was to ward off others, the years of neglect weren’t. Those were palpable, not tangible. It was hers alone to suffer with. 

Did Donnie know?

He acted like it sometimes. He would look both at her and through her to see that wraith draped over her shoulders. He’d tug her close under the guise of possessiveness or slap a hand onto her shoulder to keep the spectre at bay. Late at night when she was sure she would be consumed, he would roll over and wrap around her like a security blanket. He was everything she wanted and more.

It wasn’t enough.

Not when she was built to keep others at bay.

Not when her personality was wretched.

Not with the ilk that invited death painted her skin.

There was more still.

For her hunger, she had teeth.

A row of pretty sharpened fangs lined up in her mouth.

Why?

She was enough of a carnivore. 

Why did she of all things need a secondary defense mechanism?

Why was she the one cursed to be alone?

Donnie grabbed her then.

He moved on from his tasting to gripping and kneading. This, he didn’t know and never would. He couldn’t know that all of this was unnecessary. She loved the gambit of lovemaking and would never tell him that he alone soaked her. Her years of intangible fantasy nearly equaled those where she convinced herself she would be a solitary creature.

The two went hand and hand in what once stabilized of her sanity. If she couldn’t have touch in real life, then she had it in spades in the immaterial world. Through fiction and fantasy she fed and by the time Donatello came along he fit the mold of insertion whether he knew it or not.

Guilt had eaten away at her for fantasizing about her friend all those years ago.

How she yearned to tell her younger self that it would be okay.

That he would be the one.

That he would be holding her now, in vivo, and more.

Her life partner.

Her Nightshade.

The man that was unknowingly wasting his time with foreplay.

She threw her claws in to not be a passive participant. Those she minded less. They were wasted on pricking fingers when even the tap of a tip had enough toxic mucus to kill a lesser being. They were cosmetic in that sense and she fancied them. Her nails were pointed lines that made it easier to pick books or tick up page corners. They weren’t the mark of a prey animal needing to be protected.

Not that Donnie saw her like that.

To him, she was the predator. How, she would never know, but his face said it all. Even when he looked down on her, he was looking up at her might. His eyes shined with that spark of fear and it was in that where she always wondered.

It couldn’t have just been her being.

It had to be more.

He hadn’t been scared off by her fear.

He hadn’t been scared off by her poison.

He hadn’t been scared off by her teeth.

What was left?

He had to know about her hunger. He had to know that she wished to devour him. He had to know that despite their bond, their years, their time, their pledges, their children, and their culmination that she wanted more. That being twisted up around him only furthered the ache. That she wished to splice her genes with him until they were finally one being and she could know the true peace of another.

In that way, she supposed she was a predator.

She stalked and sought and her beloved matched her by wrapping the whole of his hands around her body. It was his might she craved and he gave it by lifting her. Another hand dipped between her legs to find the debased nectar that had been leaking from her since the moment their kiss promised sex.

She was ready.

She was always ready.

She had always been ready.

For him.

She was nothing, but an object to be moved as he lined her up. Sure, he spoke. He asked and she answered, but that wasn’t where she was. She was on a cellular level examining how close their particles could match. Her outer appearance was something that read a green means go, but inside she was wary stoplights. She needed to etch all those feelings before they evaporated as they always did. Coupling was another finite act and she needed to remember.

His scorched tip seared her entrance and marked her like words to a page. His ink would pen legions and be filed away amongst the scripture. It was a stroke, a rub to keep blotches from forming and she counted chapters off with the ridges of his cock. She descended each line of them with shivers and shakes. To the end of one section and onto highlight another, she was the bibliophile. She was a savant and voracious to a fault.

It wasn’t enough.

Not when he bottomed out.

Not when he used her like a frog shaped stroker.

Not when sweat beaded down her body and dropped like acid around them.

Not when he was holding her and she equally had him.

She was too small.

Not for the act, but for the play.

She needed more of him.

She needed once for him to truly know.

No more scientific hypotheses.

Donatello deserved to know.

For all that he had given her.

He was too lost in the throes to see the green mysticism crop up.

It blossomed within her like the color of his skin and she always wondered if it had foretold his arrival. It circled the brown of her eyes in the way he encircled her heart and burst forth with the only might she truly believed she had. Plants blossomed around their martial bed. They crept and snuck the way her mind had. Hidden from view, but breaking ground, they were the ill-fated weeds.

No plant was truly unwanted.

She had long learned that.

They only needed to find their place.

Their life.

Their match.

She pulsed around Donnie’s length and waited for the moment his eyes shut in ecstasy. She had always been a merciless fit for him and clenching his length siphoned more. She struck then, flora reaching out tendrils that only then gave her any form of pause. She had to meter them here. She had to exert control.

As much as she desired, this wasn’t just about her.

To be with another was to know their struggle.

Donatello knew hers, but not its depths.

She knew his the same.

Equal and opposite.

One could never truly be there.

He would never really understand her years of seclusion just as she would never know Krang possession.

She would never make him relive that.

Her plants weren’t hyphae.

She was Belladonna, not fungus.

She wasn’t trying to worm her way under his skin.

She blanketed him.

She coveted him.

She protected him.

More than her tiny fingers could ever reach of his muscles, vines thick with her mystical life blood curled up and over his biceps. He jarred at them and he wasn’t privy to the new bedmate until he realized there wasn’t one. Jun was enveloping him and it only took a flick of his pupil to give his consent.

He was hers to have and to hold. 

It lit further green flames in her eyes and she let loose her consumption.

Plant life licked and swallowed the jade of Donatello’s skin. It ate inward, clinging and growing over the expanse of his huge body. For every bulge, it wrapped and clung until his trellis was adorned. He was a stunning picture of greenery that enhanced his landscape. Pockets of need beaded between growth and caused a slip and slide of the water plants craved. They leeched it away from his skin and sought further until she was the one fucking herself on his cock.

She bounced as he gave way to the many limbs and felt wickedness leak into her expression. He was within her bondage and one snap of her mystical energy drew the ropes. It strung him backwards, pulling his deltoids to peak protuberance and knotted cuffs around his hands. Grips slid up his brain stem to capture the width of his mind and tugged to full attention. He was primed for the Ludovico technique in which he couldn’t look away. This was his rare glimpse at her true depth and he took it with only that fearful awe she never quite understood. It shone bright in his eyes and a wrap of root tucked itself around his throat. For a moment she let herself think about his life in her hands for once and she squeezed.

It cut off his oxygen and she waited with bated breath.

Her dark lips parted plump because she could take in whatever she wanted while he couldn’t.

He mouthed a few times for her until he got his lips in order.

She slammed down his length to take one last jab of his cock before she coaxed him closer to her tympanum.

The restriction of his esophagus caused his irises to swim as a murky bubble leveled with her eye line.

“I love you.” He rasped.

She could have come right then.

Hearts puckered her pupils and she bequeathed him his life back by letting go of his throat. He wheezed stars and she tore into the unrelenting nature of his plastron for a hold. There wasn’t one amongst the nicks and wear, so she made one with her vegetation. Holding the reigns around his body, she fucked him mercilessly. He gave up his power in the dynamic easily in favor of euphoria. 

He’d cum just like this, she decided, and felt the slap of her tits against her torso. It marked the speed at which she was plowing him and, for once, he was the tender field. She would elicit any number of crops from him depending on how she proceeded, but all she wanted was the climax. She wanted to see him give way to her and his winding was imminent by the way his eyes disappeared in a roll.

She could join him.

She decided she would.

As a treat for her little reveal.

She held him steady and, in a swivel of her hips, she caught her favorite pleasure points. Ones deep inside and only accessible and reachable by her Donatello, she struck a dangerous flint to stone. It was her mortal enemy's tinder, her flora’s ever opposite’s flame, and her great undoing that within only a few strokes she was close.

He was closer and it was the pump and pinch of his cum that sent her over.

The seeding a palpable one, she gave wholly over to the sensation and quivered for the sake of it. The blotch painted her insides and leaked out of the tiny space and back down to him, its owner. In a sudden unfurling, the plants tucked backward to blossom and a sea of calla lilies burst forth to signify their union. It was a white on white from her stunted vision and the yellow only came in after as a pistil’s lick of the beared fruit.

“I love you too…” She ushered the end of their session with her response before collapsing into him like sleeping petals who had temporary satiation from the sun.

At least for now, until the appetency came for her once again.

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[the-dying-star]

Have another WIP cuz....idk I can't focus on just one?

I have to torture myself with multiples?

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ATTENTION

The majority of the characters you see from this AU are aged up!

Thank you.

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[sinister-things]

Can't Take My Eyes off You

Loosely inspired by this post by @fabuloustrash05

⚠️TW: One mention of food⚠️

Synopsis: Hamato Yoshi– or, Mr. Splinter is a very wealthy man, owning multiple dojo's across New York City. When he announces a gala event in hopes of his son, Donatello, finding that special someone, your parent's force you– New York City's "IT Girl" to attend. What could go wrong?

Everything was set and ready. The food was from all around the world, Splinter had hired the greatest orchestra in town, and everything about the room screamed "I make eight figures!"

To put it nicely, you were an IT Girl. You were beautiful, rich, had deals with multi-million dollar brands, and the media loved you.

You made your way to the food table, heads turning by the mere sight of you.

This event was supposed to last for five hours. You only knew of Mr. Hamato because your younger cousin attended one of his dojo's.

You had never met his son, Donatello, prior to this. You had heard of him and his intellect, but had never met him in person.

"Oh, mi gosh!" You heard a voice squeal.

You turned to investigate the sound, only to find a humanoid turtle donning an orange bandana standing a few steps behind you.

"Hello, can I help you?" You asked him.

He was buzzing with excitement. "You're Y/N, you were on the cover of Vogue last month!"

You chuckled at his excitement. "And you are?"

"Oh–" The boy blushed, "I'm Mikey, I'm a really big fan," Mikey told you. "Can I take a picture with you?" He asked bashfully.

"Sure!" You popped the last finger sandwich in your mouth and crouched beside him, flashing your famous smile.

He waved as he walked away, cellphone in hand, likely to post the picture somewhere.

You continued on with your night, chatting up a few of your other rather famous friends.

"Not to sound rude, but," You furrowed your eyebrows. "Why are you here? You already have a girlfriend." You asked.

Your friend Kelly, a model, huffed. "My sister was invited, and you know she can't be left alone for more than five seconds," she laughed.

The two of you heard a gasp, followed by an "Oh my god, it's you!"

You both turned to see your mutual friend, Iseul, a kpop idol. You smiled as the three of you caught up with each other's lives.

You three laughed and genuinely had a good time. But during the entire conversation, you had a weird feeling. Like you were being watched.

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From across the room stood– for lack of a better word, the prettiest girl in New York.

Y/N L/N, the quote-unquote "IT Girl" of New York was talking with two other girls. Kelly Blare, a model from Newfoundland, and Kim Iseul, a Korean singer known for her stunning appearance.

Y/N was mostly known for her modeling career. For some reason, brands fought to the death to even have one of their products in the background of an Instagram post.

She was on every billboard, every cafe window, every magazine cover, everything! You couldn't walk down the street and not see her face.

Everyone knew who she was.

Everyone knew her name.

Mikey was a big fan of Y/N, using her modeling shoots as inspiration for his various art pieces and following her on every social media he had.

The press adored her! Always praising her actions and beauty, painting her as this divine being who could do no wrong.

And Donnie would be lying if he said he didn't have even the smallest crush on her.

Donnie never expected himself to be one of those lovestruck fools, blindly admiring someone he barely knew. In fact, he laughed at the idea. Him, falling in love? Heavens, no. Impossible!

He never cared for the various celebrities and socialites his father met with. But when he saw you, something changed.

He hated to admit it, but the gossip was true: you were more beautiful in person than in a picture.

But there he stood, face redder than Raph's mask. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his head as he watched you laugh at something Kelly said.

Pathetic. He was pathetic.

You had captured his heart, just as he feared someone would. The sight of you nearly making him forget how to breath, captivating him with your presence alone.

But you looked so unreal! You've most likely had thousands, if not millions of people profess their love for you. What would make Donnie stand out from the rest?

Donnie's heart stopped when the two of you locked eyes. He dropped the glass he was holding and found himself running in the direction he came.

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You chased after the person. "Wait, come back!" You called to them.

You found yourself running through the various hallways of the estate, the person not stopping for a second.

"I just wanna talk!" You called desperately, picking up your speed.

With every twist and turn, you tried calling out to the person, hoping to persuade them to stop and talk.

The person ran out the nearest door they saw, you quickly following in pursuit.

Your legs burned, begging to rest. But you weren't going to until you stopped this stranger in their tracks.

You climbed a steep, grassy hill. There was a large, looming tree standing at the peak, a bench underneath it. Sitting down, you smiled.

"Hi, what's your name?" You asked. That was a good conversation starter, right?

"I'm Y/N," You told him, hoping to gain his trust. "I like your suit!"

The person scuffled to the other side of the bench, you only following. They fiddled with their jacket for a few seconds before muttering a response.

"I'm sorry..."

You were confused. "For what?"

"For staring..." He admitted.

You bounced your knee, a smirk growing on your face.

"Well," you leaned forward– not to close, but close enough that you could see him blushing. "I'll forgive you if you tell me your name."

He bit his lip, looking to the ground. Sighing, he met your eyes.

"Donatello..."

You gasped. "Donatello? As in, Donatello Hamato?" You asked him curiously. He nodded.

"And you're Y/N," his ashamed frown began turning into that of a smile. "The prettiest girl in New York,"

You're reaction was a mix of shock and flattery. "Well, I think you're the smartest guy in this city," you told him.

Donatello's face went red. "Really?"

You nodded, "I've heard of all the different kinds of tech you've made, it's pretty cool!"

His face lit up, smiling like a child who saw Santa Claus. Someone praised his tech? He's been waiting for this!

The two of you rambled on about your interests, your passions and your dreams for hours.

From the corner of his eye, Donnie saw April and his brother's cheering him on from inside the house.

He rolled his eyes, ignoring his family and his blush for the time being, focusing his thoughts and smile on your adorable rants.

He sighed, realizing what was happening to himself. He, who laughed in the face of Cupid, was head over heels for the prettiest girl in New York City.

In the span of four hours, you had managed to make him smile and laugh more than he had in a single month.

But down the line, you and Donatello are as happy as can be. Whether sixteen or sixty, one thing is for sure: he couldn't take his eyes off you.