#fevertowrite

[donnies--jacket]

for the bingo card, 2012!Donnie pls :)

i feel like i have so much to say about him but also nothing at the same time. but the most important thing i want to say is that he is my friend :)

[sassatello]

off-in-lalaland

i, a native English speaker, have no idea what that anon was saying lol

good to know we’re on the same level then dkfjg

fevertowrite

IM GUESSING that they're asking that if the turts being sexual to each other as a joke/brotherly way is okay with you???  IDK TBH IVE READ THAT ASK 10X??? but like you don't really say that to your bros ?? Thats just awkwarD

yeah if that’s the case then uuuuuuh nope no nah não nada 

[flaux-pg]

22. "Can I open my eyes yet?" M TEAM EHEHE,,, have fun flaux :D.

"Can I open my eyes yet?“

Behind him, Raph groans. This little theater is a tangible test to his patience. Donnie can practically feel him glaring daggers at his shell. They must have cut short a punching bag session in the living room.

“No!” From the sounds of it, Mikey bounces up and down a few feet in front of him. “That’s the point of a surprise, brah!”

“Okay, fine.” Donnie can’t help but laugh a little. Just being up and about has him in a good mood. And a week after what they call the ‘Alien Crystal Incident’, he’s glad they’ve let him out of bed altogether.

“We’re almost there,” says Leo as he guides him, both steady hands placed on Donnie’s shoulders.

By the time they reach the small set of stairs, the scent of Isopropyl alcohol, mechanic oil and old, stale coffee gives the lab away. But Donnie remains quiet. Inconspicuous. Michelangelo is too excited about this. He will not ruin whatever ‘surprise’ his brothers have prepared for him.

There’s steps and rearrangement of things as Leonardo shifts away from him to place himself into his line of vision. Then Mikey adds, “Okay, now you can open them!”

Donnie does. And he freezes.

“Tada!” Mikey raises both arms in the air gesturing at his usual now spotless work-space.

“… Wow.” He forces the corners of his lips up into a smile. “This is-” Horrible, horrible, horrible! 

This is the worst kind of violation of privacy. Did they realize how dangerous these chemicals are? Had they used the right equipment to handle the more volatile, toxic ones? Had they placed them in a safe spot considering each chemical’s specific properties, the environment conditions they require and- Oh God. He’s never gonna find anything. It had taken him months to alphabetically catalog every single tool, beaker, substance, salvageable part - He has a system! 

Donnie breathes in and out. “Great, guys. Thanks.”

Leo crosses his arms over his chest, a pleased gleam shines behind his mask. “Yeah, we figured after the mess the Crystal caused, it’s the least we could do.”

Donatello makes all effort to hide the grimace behind a straight, relaxed facade. So this is what’s it’s about. A ‘I’m glad you’re not dead’ gift. Part of him wants to either moan or burst out laughing. The rest can’t blame them. After getting napped by a mobster gang, surviving exploding buildings and being molecularly scattered, it hasn’t exactly been his month. In fact, Donatello’s surprised they haven’t done something like this sooner.

“Thanks.” It’s all he says through clenched teeth.

“Okay, okay!” Mikey hops in front of him. He holds one of his white-erase markers as if it is a microphone. “But that’s not all! Raph, show Donnie what else he has won. Let’s take a look behind door number two!”

Please don’t let it be the Shellraiser. Not my son. Or the Stealthbike or – Donnie forces his face into a neutral expression and whirls around. He’s not ready for another surprise.

There’s no door number two. Thank the stars.

Raphael rolls his eyes. He stomps towards Donnie and simply drops a box in his hands. “There, Happy Mutation Day.” He leans sideways to catch a glimpse at Leonardo. “Can I go now?”

“No way, dude!” Mikey interrupts turning Donnie around so he’s facing all three of them and pushed the newspaper wrapped gift towards his plastron. “He has to open it first! Come on Dee, open it! Open it!”

Okay, who gave Mikey sugar? He hasn’t been this excited since he found Leo’s secret stash of animal cookies.

Donnie swallows. Better get it over with. He tears apart the newspaper wrapping and lets it fall at his feet.

Fingers meet a smooth, cool surface that squeaks with every touch. His eyes widen at the sight of the thin plastic layer surrounding the packaging. This… this gift wasn’t scavenged. It wasn’t rescued from the junkyard like his usual Christmas presents. He turns around the bright blue and white box to find the product’s name in shinny, thick orange font. Right underneath the company’s slogan, a single photograph of his present’s contents pops into view-

His heart stops.

He looks directly at Raphael.

“Do you love it?!” Mikey intervenes. “Tell me you love it ‘cuz we all pitched in and Casey went to the store and-”

“I love it.”

Michelangelo squeals in delight and before Donnie knows what’s happening his little brother shoves himself against his plastron for a quick hug. Then he steps away and starts swinging himself back and forth on his toes. “I knew it! Techy stuff never fails! High-three, Raph!”

Raphael sighs at first, but moves forward to grant Mikey’s request nonetheless.

“All right!” says Mikey completely satisfied with himself as he salutes them all. His voice turns deep and serious. “My job here is done.”

He marches as he exits the lab.

A beat of silence.

“He didn’t find my poptarts, did he?”

There’s a look of grim acceptance from Leonardo as he shakes his head. “Splinter’s white chocolate coated Pocky.”

Michelangelo is a goner.

A clank, metallic and loud, comes from the kitchen within seconds. After a cat-scream and a sheepish 'Oops, sorry Kitty,’ Mikey’s voice reaches their ears, “I’ll fix that! Don’t worry, everything’s fine!”

Leo sighs. “I’m gonna make sure the kitchen’s in one piece.”

Immortal words from the guy who sets it on fire at least once a month.

“Seriously, Donnie,” says Leo stopping on his tracks to place a comforting hand on Donnie’s shoulder. “We’re glad you’re okay.”

And Donnie feels himself smiling at Leo’s retreating shell.

Then it’s just Raph and him in the lab. For a moment Donnie stands stupidly there. And Raph does the same. Donnie glances down at his gift then back at his immediate older brother. Now understanding perfectly why he had wanted to leave before he opened the present. His thumb brushes over the clear picture on the box. It’s not the most advanced technology. Not anymore. Which is also probably why they could afford it. But Donnie doesn’t mind. Just the fact that Raph remembered sends a warm wave inside his chest. It spreads through every limb and puts a soft smile in Donnie’s features.

“Raph-”

“Look.” Raphael jabs a finger in his direction. “Before you get all mushy on me this was Mikey’s idea so there’s no need to-”

“Is this the next-generation cadmium processor with quantum encryption?”

Raph stops talking. He might as well be in another place. Another time. The memory of a night, that now seems to belong to someone else, a lifetime ago. A lost part of their lives, when everything was simpler, their food toned greener and yet, their smiles somehow bloomed faster. And he must have been thinking the same thing, as he he mumbles the next words barely meeting his eyes.

“I don’t know, Donnie, is it?”

“It is.”

[ao3feed-tmnt2k12]

Empty Hearts

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3aK9eJZ

by FeverToWrite

Slight AU. When the turtles learn someone has tampered their past, they do everything to get it the way it was before, even if they don't know what before was.

Words: 2116, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TV 2012)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Donatello (TMNT), Leonardo (TMNT), Shredder (TMNT), Michelangelo (TMNT), Raphael (TMNT), Renet (TMNT)

Additional Tags: Angst, time travelling, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Character Death

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3aK9eJZ

[cjthestoryteller]

Thank You . . .

I just want to thank everyone for the outpouring of support and for sending me dozens of encouraging messages. I’m sorry for not responding sooner, but I’m still not really up to talking about it. Just know that I appreciate you all so much.

@flaux-pg, @fevertowrite, @donatellogirl, @ihlni686, @poetique823, @imasmokinhotredheadfan, @andraia452, @bittersweetiepie, @fortheloveofdonatello, @emo-happiness, @guide-to-the-galaxy, @ivorys-j, @andrea-odown, @mad4donatello, @samaxraph99, @kamechan98, @sandygraves, @applecat43, @cesarin, @eternallydaydreaming2015, @faithfulwhispers, @kyla-galaxy, @donnies-toaster-strudel, @pawpsicleprincess, @robots-and-turtles, @squattingpotatodreamtofland, @millin21, @nikitaboeve, @katana-weilding-terrapin, @flipsorenson99, @devilsnevercry1388, @the-silver-moon-rp-blog, @bfollman, @bluegoddess17, @lydjachan, @southernblossoms, @musicandcartoonlover, @peri-plum160, @top-scout, @foofybunnji, @spirit-of-the-cat-eye-moon, @misakimasamune, @the-anime-lover99, @lightfulsprinklesflowers, @raphtherebel, @parzival1, @hatsunekei, @luckyowl21, @captainmal17, @chichiguitarist123, @drummergirl231

[donatellogirl]

I’ve never done something like this before but I’m really worried about my friend CJtheStoryteller. I sent her a message yesterday morning telling her how much I loved her new chapter of her story Lost In the Fight and asked her when she’d be posting the next update. She told me she’s sorry she doesn’t think she’s going to post anymore. When I asked her why, she never messaged back. So I went on her FF page and found this on her reviews:

Then when I went to the next page of her reviews, I found this:

I know CJ’s been really upset lately and this person has been harassing her for months now. CJ is one of the most talented, nicest people I’ve ever met and it breaks my heart that she’s going through this. Bullying is wrong. If you love CJ’s stories like I do, please let her know or just send her a hug like she does for us. I don’t want to see her quit writing because of this stupid troll. I’m tagging all the people CJ tags in her LITF updates. Hopefully I do this right (I’m a noob). @fyreball66, @hyunaleo96, @fevertowrite, @flaux-pg, @kamechan98, @tmntlover4ever2016, @mad4donatello, @emo-happiness, @chichiguitarist123, @fortheloveofdonatello, @joyfullyyouniquefangirl, @qwertynopes, @fullofnopes189, @poetique823, @hessystuff, @squattingpotatodreamtofland, @pawpsicleprincess, @yayitashb, @ihlni686, @imasmokinhotredheadfan, @ivorys-j, @andraia452, @robots-and-turtles, @donnies-toaster-strudel, @bittersweetiepie, @samaxraph99, @mdgamerguy, @sandygraves, @kyla-galaxy, @yyoyyoyy, @guide-to-the-galaxy

[flaux-pg]

@fevertowrite

Solidarity 😌

[faithfulwhispers]

Happy birthday! :)

Thank you!

[drdone]

fevertowrite replied to your post “i think i’m gonna lay down for a bit i’m tired also hEY fun fact...”

DUDE that's awesome man, I would stay up to midnight but sadly I need to function tomorrow. (Happy early birthday :) )

No worries and thank you! ^_^

[goodlucktai]

Is too late to say happy birthday!?

nope, it's today! thank you! :)

[flaux-pg]

No Use Fanart

Little brain damaged Donatello is the saddest thing that’s happened to me since student debt.

Please read No Use. by @fevertowrite

[flaux-pg]

Here you go! @fevertowrite I dunno if it’s angst but it’s some bromance and that’s what I’m all for.

Inktober 11 but not really because it’s late. Sorry about that, guys, it’s been chaotic this week!

[flaux-pg]

I was tagged by @andrea-odown!

Show off the first line of a work-in-progress and then tag as many people to also do this as there are words.

Haha you just caught me in the middle of editing... so here I go! ♪~ ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

They don't tell Mikey. Not the full story, anyways.

9 victims! I really don’t know how many of you out there are writers...and of course... don’t do it if you don’t want to! But... I need motivation so I did the thing!

┬──┬ ノ( ゜-゜ノ)

 @cjthestoryteller @fevertowrite @starfiretheninja @poetique823 @primeministerofantarctica @pinkmousey @savannahsdrabbles @lydjachan @kamechan98

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No Use

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2pifpkK

by FeverToWrite

Something's wrong with Donnie. They saved him, fixed him...But he's still not responding.

Words: 10176, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TV 2012)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Donatello (TMNT), Michelangelo (TMNT), Raphael (TMNT), Leonardo (TMNT), Splinter (TMNT)

Additional Tags: Brain Damage, Injury Recovery, Fluff and Angst, TMNT

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2pifpkK

[cjthestoryteller]

A TMNT FanFiction One-Shot by CJtheStoryteller

*Note: I wrote this for @fevertowrite.

*Caution: this story contains spoilers from ‘Requiem.’

What Hurts the Most

I knew it was an eventuality, but hearing the question out loud still makes me flinch inside my shell and I just about drop the TV remote to the floor.

“Donnie, does dying hurt?”

I hesitantly turn and look over at my baby brother to see that his bright, blue eyes are the size of Petri dishes, shimmering with moisture. The heartbreaking sight causes my throat to constrict and swallowing suddenly becomes more and more difficult.

How do I answer that?

A hundred-plus responses swirl through my head all at once and my brain is quick to start filtering through my options.

The ‘always likes to be accurate’ part of me wants to enlighten my younger brother about the many wonders of the central nervous system, but the ‘let’s be logical’ part of me tells me that that’s not what Mikey is searching for here. We just lost our father. My brother doesn’t need me to go spouting off a bunch of stuff about sensory receptors or A delta and C nerve fibers.

What he needs right now is the ‘big brother’ part of me.

The hardest part of me to be at the moment.

Not without completely falling apart . . .

I can’t let my baby brother see that . . .

I can’t let him see my sorrow . . .

I seal my eyes shut for a moment, trying to hide my anguish and focus my thoughts, but I immediately find myself wishing I’d kept my eyes open. Every time I close them, I can still see it. I can still see my father freefalling from an impossible to survive height. It felt like the whole world had stopped moving except for him as I just stood there, paralyzed, watching him fall. Helpless to stop it. Helpless to save him. Helpless to do anything.

I had watched my father die, and there was nothing I could do.

I’ve never felt so broken inside.

I pry my eyelids apart and see that my little brother is still patiently waiting on my response. An innocent expression graces his face as he blinks up at me.

“Donnie, does dying hurt?”

My brother’s simple yet profound question replays in my head before I finally decide on my answer.

“Not as much as it hurts to lose someone you love, Mikey.”

I then hook an arm around my younger brother’s carapace and pull him into a tight embrace, hoping to ease some of his pain. Although, I have to admit, my motives are not entirely unselfish. Mikey is not the only one who is in desperate need of comfort.

“I miss him, too . . . “

Click here to read my TMNT stories on FanFiction

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[flaux-pg]

16. "If you want, we can go together?" You guessed it, M team and,,, make a challenge. NU verse ;)). ily flaux hehe.

Flaux:A bit of context here. This isa story in which Donnie got brain damage and acts like a kid. Formore please read No Use by the lovely fevertowrite.

Fivein the morning. Donnie had woken him up at five in themorning. They’d come home from patrol at one. For some reason—otherthan effing karma—Donatello’s condition had turned him into anearly bird.

Raphael’sshell was freezing as he moved around the kitchen. He tried glaring,but found himself unable.

“Notall of us can take naps in the middle of the day, Donnie,” hegrumbled, massaging the spot between his eyes.

Donnietilted his head, giving him a full gap-toothed, oblivious grin.

Athis sides, Raph’s fists clenched. Some days, seeing him like thiswere harder than others. Whereas before, Donatello wouldn’t even beconscious at this hour—unless unhealthy amounts of coffee wereinvolved—now he sat by the counter, swinging his legs in the air,grabbing fistfuls of dry cereal from a bowl, like there was not aworry in the world.

“You’respilling it.” It was too early for this.

Raphaelmoved forwards but before he could take Donnie’s bowl, the bratpulled it towards his plastron and turned away slightly. The angryflush reddening his cheeks clearly said, ‘Mine!’

“Iwas gonna help you?” He groaned when Donnie grabbed another fist offood, shoving it into his mouth. More cereal fell into the tiles.“You know what? Fine, do whatever you want.”

Donatellodid.

Helifted the bowl towards his mouth as if to drink, which would havebeen a good idea if this were soup.

“Agh!Donnie!” Raphael didn’t want to explain why the floor was coveredwith Fruit Loops.

Oncehe was done, Donnie set the empty bowl down on the counter with a bitmore force than he should have. The plastic clattered upon impact.This got his little brother’s attention.

Glowingwith excitement, Donnie raised the bowl again and shoved it againstthe counter again. Clank.

Thelook of delight on his brother’s face, made Raphael take one singlestep. “Donnie, don’t you dare—”

Clank.Smash. Smash. Clank.

“Stop!Gimme that!” His temper got the best of him, and he snatched thebowl from Donnie’s hands.

Theresult was instant. Donnie glanced up at him like Raphael had justturned off the TV during that damned dog show he liked so much. Hiseyes filled with tears and his lower lip quivered.

“Oh,no, no, no, no, no. Donnie, I’m sorry—” He offered the bowlagain, but Donatello smacked it from his hand, letting it hit thefloor.

Raphaelwinced at the sound. Everyone was still asleep, and if his brother’slittle concert didn’t wake them up, this certainly would. He raisedboth hands, reaching for Donnie. “C'me on. It wasn’t a big deal…”

Donniewasn’t listening. His previous choking sounds died and in their placeangry sobs replaced them. “Shit. Okay, okay calm down. Shh—Donnie, come on. Splinter’s asleep, you don’t wanna wake him up, doyou?”

Louderhowling.

“Mikey,Leo, they’re sleeping too and —Hey, hey! How about a game? Youwanna play? Let’s play!”

Sniffling.

Allin all, Raphael considered this a small victory. The lair was stillon sleeping mode, which was weird. But he wasn’t going to questionit. Besides, he couldn’t blame them. These days, looking after Donniehad become a full time, exhausting job.

“Comeon,” he said, sighing in relief once the silence returned.

Donnieleaped from his stool and Raphael reacted before it happened.

Hecaught Donatello right before he could hit the ground. His balanceproblems were still something they were working on. And now he neededto come up with some game to make up for upsetting him. There was noway he was playing sock puppets.

Butthe next idea might just work.

Donnieunderstood what was happening a little too late. By the time theyreached the dojo, he turned towards Raph with a set of round eyes.

Raphaelresisted the urge to groan, yet again. They needed to start workingon his balance skills, whether Donatello wanted to or not.

“It’sa game, this is – uh the game room.” That was a lie. This was theroom where Master Splinter handed them their shells at least once aday. It was also where Raphael had tried getting Donnie to—

Oh.Things became clearer then. He could see it in Donnie’s now shakingframe.

“Hey,nothing to worry about,” he said. “No yelling this time. We’rejust gonna play—“ Andwork on your balance.

Donnieclearly didn’t believe him. He pouted, glaring at the room like itwas a hornest nest.

Raphgritted his teeth together. This was unnerving. Mikey could get himto do anything with only a few words pf encouragement. Swallowingthickly, Raph squared his shoulders and forced up a smile. “Hey, ifyou want, we can go together?” he finished with a grimace.

Donatelloshook his head again.

Raphcursed at ceiling. His hands bawled into fists a couple of times. Buthe let out the frustration in a deep breath. This wasn’t working.This Donnie never listened. Raphael wanted his old brotherback. Not — not this child that had taken over.

Butthis wasn’t about him. It wasn’t about what he wanted. It wasabout Donnie. It was about the turtle in front of him and not thegenius that was gone.

Fornow. He reminded himself. Until they fixed him.

Inthe meantime, Raph would just have to put aside his comfort and prideand start acting like a damned, good brother for once.

Helet his hand reach forwards. And waited.

Browneyes landed on the gesture. Neither of them moved. And for a secondRaph considered backing off, and let his brother be until he regainedthe lost trust.

Donnie’sfingers clung, vicious onto the doorframe.

Ithurt. To see Donnie look at him like that. Like Raphael was the badguy. But he deserved it. The last time they had been in this roomtogether —as Raphael had so kindly put it—he had lostcontrol. He had been the bad guy. And despite his condition,Donnie clearly remembered it.

Nowonder Donnie rather spend time with Mikey. It’s not like the rest ofthem were actually trying their best. Leo certainly wasn’t.

Shakyfingers found his. Raph’s eyes snapped up. He hadn’t even realizedhe’d broken eye contact.

Andthere he was. Staring through the same, gentle, brown eyes. A littledifferent, maybe. But still his brother in some ways. Still Donnie.

“Together,”he said, and he meant it this time. He didn’t dumb it down as if hewere talking to damaged goods. But to his brother. Who even thoughnot a genius anymore, was still teaching them something new.

Together.

Donnienodded and smiled as they entered the dojo side by side.

Likeequals.