#human gio

[soldrawss]

More rottmnt human gio au content because they're my babies whom I love very much

The archer au (and Gio) belong to @goodlucktai

[ye-it-is-skeet]

Some more Human Teetlez drawings, and April’s “vigilante” outfit for when she helps out on their missions✨

And now some information dump:

These brothers were never good at making friends, half of them preferred to stay with their brothers anyways. And the Purple Dragons were the result of the one time one brother tried (and we all know who). Doesn’t mean they still don’t try. Leo is the star player of the Basketball team at their High School, Raph works at Albearto’s at the register, Donnie runs a back-alley tutoring business for cash, that’s a far as business goes. Mikey’s best grade is in art, Gio’s the best at math (and music), Donnie science, Leo biology, and for some reason I think Raph would be a History buff. There are some people who bother the brothers, which is why Gio has been in many fights and got cut on his face. The only reason Gio hasn’t been expelled is he has five people to vouch for him and he doesn’t hit first, just last. The guy who cut him was expelled.

And based on that little comic thingy Leo thinks that Raph working at Albearto’s means free pizza, but Raph is just a cashier because he’s only 16 and can’t work in the kitchen, and number two he only gets one free medium pizza per shift. His brothers come he makes them pay for their food.. which usually costs Donnie’s tutoring money (that he isn’t using for investments to get rich to buy a small tube of uranium). Splinter loves his sons, even with all their neurodivergency, especially. A while back he had tried out giving his ADHD sons medication but Mikey was off, Leo reported feeling nauseous and Gio said he felt nothing and hated it. Now whenever a teacher suggests using medication Splinter.. well now he just throws their desk across the room, the first time he broke the teacher’s nose. He doesn’t like it when people say his sons aren’t normal, most of the time they do absolutely no harm to anyone and there’s no reason they need to change (maybe Gio can sort his problems differently and maybe Donnie can stop hacking the school’s servers to win most school competitions but Splinter takes care of that his own way) so ye.✨

[jpegender]

ok trust me on this one you NEED to rest your head on your laptop partner. lay on their keyboard a little. it feels silly but i promise there is nothing like looking up at their screen and feeling so held nd loved by them. and maybe their keyboard is a little warm bc maybe theyre venting through it..... be gentle of course but. god its amazing

[cent-scratchnsniff]

I'm leaking.

[lovinglystar]

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

idk if ill finish it bc. the finale does actually kind of rule

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the “cute” instinct

yeah i’ll post this. not super proud of this little story but how does one grow if one doesn’t share. mostly dialog, thoughts about borrowers being cute in the eyes of humans and how weld takes that personally. its around 1.3k words.

“How did you feel when you first met me?”

“Really confused,” Gio exclaimed, “I was already rattled from falling, and then I saw you.”

The pair’s meeting hadn’t happened under the most ideal of circumstances, and Weld’s fur threatened to bristle at the memory. It was instinct that sometimes still put his nerves on edge around Gio, though he couldn’t help but feel a sort of guilt each time he found himself reacting poorly towards him. If Gio noticed, he never seemed to mind. Weld patted down his hair and hoped the burn on the back of his neck would die down soon. “What’s so confusing?”

“What’s not to be confused about?” Gio laughed, “You’re a living, breathing man smaller than my hand. I didn’t think you were real until you bit me! Everything about you is like a fairytale.”

Weld glanced down at Gio’s hands, then at his own. The back of his neck tingled again as he attempted to envision himself as a human, the image of his younger brother, Dunlin, in his hands. The brief image of the borrower was so small, so breakable in between his palms -- Weld blinked it away with a shudder. He came back to himself, “I guess that makes sense.”

“Yeah,” Gio nodded, “The second time we met, I thought you were kinda cute.”

The borrower reeled between emotions. The lingering, sick feeling from the reminder of his size suddenly gave way to shock. His bewilderment must’ve been clear, because Gio suddenly burst into laughter. “Cute?” He asked.

“I don’t know how else to describe it,” Gio admitted, stifling his laughter, “It’s hard to describe.

Weld didn’t say anything, too baffled by the idea. He fixed the human with an expectant stare hoping he’d elaborate. Gio, who’d successfully stopped himself from laughing before, failed to keep the next snort from escaping. He took a breath, “I don’t know how to put it.”

“Try to put it some way,” Weld pleaded.

Gio thought for a moment. “Have you ever seen a baby?”

“A human baby?”

“No, like, a baby your size. A borrower baby.”

Weld shrugged, “My brother. When he was born.”

Gio struggled to imagine a borrower baby. He recalled the feeling of Weld in his hands, how his weight barely left an imprint on his palm, and how he could sometimes forget he was there if the borrower sat perfectly still. A person a fraction of Weld’s height would be impossible to hold— Gio wasn’t even sure he’d trust himself. Regardless, he tore his eyes away from his palm, and back to the matter at hand. “You were old enough to hold him when he was really small, right?” Gio pressed. “I know you said you’re a couple of years older than him.”

It had been quite a while, but Weld remembered the feeling of holding his brother for the first time. He was five winters old when Dunlin was born on the cusp of spring, welcoming in the warm weather and the end of the frugal snowy season. He’d remembered the way he laughed when little hands pushed at his face and tugged at the fluffy fur of his first coat. He was lucky, then, that his hair was cropped short enough to keep clumsily grabbing hands from ripping at his head. Weld could have marveled all day at little fingers that wrapped tightly around his own. “When he was just born.” Weld nodded. “He was so tiny.”

“Yeah, I can’t even imagine how tiny.” Gio smiled, doing his best to picture Weld cradling a baby. The more he thought about a baby borrower, though, the more anxious the picture made him. Even if it was just a hypothetical, he worried about the particulars of their safety and hoped he would never have to meet one — or, at least, only have to wave from afar.

“What does a baby have to do with me?” Weld asked, tearing Gio from his thoughts. Gio blinked, almost having forgotten the point he was trying to make, long distracted. He made sure to choose his next words carefully—

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” he started, “But when we first met, I kinda thought you were cute in, like, a baby way.”

The confession made Weld’s brow furrow slightly, but he didn’t say anything. Gio took this as a good sign to continue. “It’s not like I thought you were a baby,” he added, “but I couldn’t help but think that you were a little bit cute. I think it’s because you’re so small.”

Weld tried to catch his brother’s eyes, but Gio was masterfully avoiding every attempt. “I’m cute because I’m small?” He asked, confused. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“What? Why not?”

“You don’t think that everything that’s small is cute.” Weld retorted. “You hate bugs.”

It was Gio’s turn to look confused. Baffled, he stared at Weld, before a smile cracked his expression and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah,” he chuckled, “But you’re not a bug. It’s completely different.”

Weld didn’t seem convinced.

“Alright, look—“ Gio started, “It’s not just because you’re small. Not every small thing is cute. Right?”

“Okay.”

“Okay. What makes you different is that you look human and you happen to be really small.” Gio paused to collect his thoughts. His cheeks had since turned an embarrassed pink. “Does that make sense?”

Weld tried to imagine the feeling. It was rare he found himself much larger than an insect. An important question came to mind. “How do you know you don’t think I’m cute?”

The gears were almost audible as they turned in Gio’s head. “You mean, like, handsome cute?”

Weld shrugged. “Sure.”

“It’s a different feeling, I guess.” He laughed, “It was more like instinct.”

“Instinct?”

“Sure,” Gio nodded, “Like, some sort of human nurturing instinct. Humans see little things, like babies — or borrowers, too, I guess — and we get so excited. Little, cute things make us want to protect them.” He explained. “I looked it up after I met you and couldn’t get the feeling out of my head.”

Weld mulled it over. He’d noticed the humans he knew looked at him with an affection he couldn’t place, and now he knew the reason. He supposed it made sense. He remembered thinking his baby brother was the cutest thing he’d ever seen when he first held him; his curious eyes, big and brown, his soft fur overgrown like a winter coat, ready to shed away to a patchy pelt as he grew to adulthood. Weld didn’t want to let him go, for fear of losing him.

Gio, uncomfortable with the stretch of silence that followed his explanation, interrupted Weld’s train of thought before he could get any further. “Just so you know, I don’t think you need to be protected, or anything,” he clarified, placatingly holding his hands up so as not to offend. Then, he thought again, “Well, I kinda thought that when we first met— but not anymore! And sorry for calling you cute.”

Weld took a deep breath, and let it out in a soft sigh. He didn’t like the reminder that he might be thought of as a baby, but he couldn’t fault Gio for his instincts. He was only human, after all. “That’s okay.” He shrugged. “It doesn’t bother me. Unless you act like I’m a baby.”

“I can almost guarantee that won’t happen.”

“And,” Weld continued, “It’s okay if you get protective. When you think I need help. Or when I ask. I think it’d be dumb if I didn’t let you protect me.”

Puzzled, Gio tilted his head, “Why? You’re good at protecting yourself.”

“Yeah. But you’re bigger,” Weld gestured, “Being around you keeps me safer. I shouldn’t turn that down.”

Gio knew Weld didn’t like putting his size into perspective if he could help it, but he was glad he felt comfortable enough to accept help. Even if he was just helping passively. He nodded, “There are some things that even you can’t handle alone.”

“Like what?”

“Mostly weird, human things.” Gio grinned, “Get used to the ‘cute’ thing first and we can go from there.”

[crownedcrowrow]

So yall want to know why its taking me so long to get to the request that I asked for?

Was dragged ( invited ) to the Pit and it took over my brain for over a month.

Anyway, I had to get all of this out of my system before I could work on stuff for Tumblr heres a art dump of a bunch of art I did for the Pit specifically the family tree because I love them so much.

Butterlfy belongs too @bluepeachstudios @amevello-blue Wind belongs too @tired-o-fighter Starr belongs too @ninjastar-ace Argo belongs too @super-weed-ninja Gio belongs too @hibiscusbiue and Human belongs too @thegodovereverything

Don't ask me to explain the Pit family tree or ill have to explain Pit lore and that's a lot.

Now we can get back to normally scedualled program.

[julianalvarez9]

he is soooo

[perelka-l]

Yess - I am invested!! So Nanu’s a hunter - is he human as well? How long has he known Gio in this universe?

Omg ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) Thank you....

*coughs*

I always like aus in which Vampire Hunters are like. Human, but with a sliiiide to the left. They absolutely didn't lose their humanity but there is something in them, be it training or access to knowledge that isn't common or maybe something more, something hinting getting their strength against vampires from very obscure and hidden source. So yep, human. But a tiny bit extra. A bit more capable than an average human being and much more knowledgeable.

In Nanu's case maybe you could tie in his canon background in here, since technically the whole "being chose by a god" shtick applies to him canonically so here it would just work a bit differently? An old hunter with ton of killed vampires under his belt, blessed by unknown being and kind of tired about this, so at this point is less actively seeking new creatures to hunt and just ensures the area is clean.

And then Gio gets expansive. Gdi.

I like to think maybe Nanu spared Giovanni a long, long time ago, maybe early moments of a hunter and both were very young and unexperienced (freshly turned Gio being vulnerable in front of a fledgling hunter Nanu is a very sexy thought when I think about it 🤔) , and now it's biting him in the ass with Giovanni becoming more stubborn and greedy hehe.

[torpublishinggroup]

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The art featured in this image is by Rosiethorns88.

WHAT’S IT ABOUT

In a strange little home built into the branches of a grove of trees, live three robots—fatherly inventor android Giovanni Lawson, a pleasantly sadistic nurse machine, and a small vacuum desperate for love and attention. Victor Lawson, a human, lives there too. They’re a family, hidden and safe.

The day Vic salvages and repairs an unfamiliar android labeled “HAP,” he learns of a shared dark past between Hap and Gio. When that past catches up and splits up the little family, Vic must decide for himself: Can he accept love with strings attached?

[soldrawss]

HI YEAH DID YOU SEE @mykimouser DREW A HUMAN GIO AND IM COLLECTIVLY LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND ABOUT IT

Gio belongs to @goodlucktai (and you should go check them and their fics out)

[reggie-trying-thier-best]

Gio: ‘crunching on some teeth’

Narancia: yo wait you got snack in that zipper dimensions! Can i have some.

Gio debating the pros and cons of feed narancia human flesh:………. no

Vampire au giorno walks into frame holding a corpse. "What do you have there?" Someone asks. "Lunch" responds giorno. As he is only a half vampire he does not need to drink as much blood as a full vampire, so lunch is just a quarter of a guy. Giorno proceeds to carry around the same corpse for like five episodes while slowly dringing it of its blood because part 5 takes place over like a week so the corpse isn't rotting that much or anything. I assume he throws it in a river or something when it runs dry

DFHBXFBJDFBFBC

Bucciarati helps him with transportation of said corpse since lugging a whole grown man's body is a bit difficult since he's just a Young Semi-Malnourished Dhampire Who's Never Had A Proper Meal Before and Bucciarati is more than willing to help accommodate

the rest of the Gang have no idea what Giorno has in that little zipper dimension and Narancia and Mista are trying to hard to get a peak but it always opens when they aren't looking

also, bold of you to assume Giorno wouldn't just eat the whole body, blood and all. He needs all the nourishment he can get <3

[majoruyeda]

Collab art 🕷️ Theme: Halloween

🕸🕸🕸

(AU) Witch x Shapeshifter Spider-Demon

Gio here is a simple little witch with an affinity for spiders. Her knowledge about them ranges from using them in potions and spells to being able to command them at her disposal. One night, while testing an ancient summoning spell, she summoned a huge eight-legged creature with eight vibrant and piercing red eyes. An imposing spider that soon revealed itself to be a shapeshifter. His name was Miguel, one of the most important spider shapeshifters in his kingdom in the underworld. The two created a very strong bond from the first glance and swore to love each other until the end of time.

TRIVIA: 🕸 Yes, her dress is the one Zendaya wore to the premiere of the movie 🕸 His transformation from spider to human and vice versa is like Venom 🕸 The necklace and padlock are just for fun 🤭 🕸 Who wants a love potion made with spider webs and legs?

[goodlucktai]

one of the rotten ones

rottmnt word count: 2k pairing: don & leo, don & OC title borrowed from anthems for a seventeen year old by yeule part of the archer au :) read on ao3

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“I don’t think Gio likes me,” Donnie blurts. 

He’d feel self-conscious if he was pressed to admit it anywhere else, but he’s in the infirmary, and the only one around to hear him say so is his twin. 

They’re moving into hour two of Leo’s “faves” playlist and the fourth consecutive Taylor Swift song even though he swore he put it on shuffle. Leo is going through cabinets and shelves systematically, updating inventory on his phone, while Donnie infodumps about energy storage and projectile dynamics and the breaking strength of crossbow string. 

Donatello’s base knowledge of this particular ranged weapon is severely lacking, which is a significant personal problem for him now that he has a sibling with a preference for archery. He needs to be the world’s leading expert on the subject yesterday. He has half a dozen half-formed plans for things like sonar bolts for 3-D mapping, which may or may not have been inspired by the Jupiter Jim Pluto Vacation run.   

Only every glance at the project folder simply labeled ‘G-01’ causes an uncomfortable feeling to squirm to life in his stomach, not unlike the Krang tentacles that had attached themselves to his carapace on the day the world didn’t end. 

Donnie isn’t good at people. He doesn’t know how they tick, and there are no reliable lines of code or handy user manuals that he can fall back on when he’s mystified by human behavior. 

His siblings don’t have the same problem. Leo is perceptive to a degree that borders upon clairvoyance, Mikey is the single-most emotionally intelligent member of their family, Raph is more charming than he gets credit for, and April can talk her way through any closed door, police tape or VIP-only entrance. None of them fumble the way Donnie does when a social interaction goes off-script, like it’s a volleyball that got served his way without the ample warning he needs to be anything approaching passable at the sport. 

But he knows he’s not imagining it—the way Gio seems to brace himself when Donnie comes into the room, like he’s expecting a confrontation every time. Like the last thing Donatello could want with him is something good. 

Donnie can be a lot. They all can. They come by it honestly, equal parts chaotic lab experiments and their father’s sons. And not every structure is built to withstand hurricane winds. Not every person is equipped to deal with a Hamato level weather event. 

But he has never seen Gio flinch away from anyone else. 

So he did what he always did when confronted by something outside his formidable repertoire—he took it to Leo. 

There had never in Donnie’s life been a problem that couldn’t be made into their problem. It came with twin territory. 

And Donnie’s twin in particular is good at translating Donatello and translating other people for Donatello, and jumps on any chance to be helpful and feel wanted, and absolutely loves problems. It’s one of the most annoying and endearing things about him. If there is any trouble within a hundred miles, Leo will find it. He will worm his way into the center of it and then puzzle his way out from the inside. Most other clever and curious people were satisfied by the daily Wordle; Leo would chew through a wall unless he had something more hands-on to occupy his mind with. As polar-opposite as the two of them could be in, in that regard, they were one and the same. 

It’s somewhat reassuring to Donnie that Leo’s immediate reaction is plain incredulity. He looks baffled, like Donnie has just started throwing stuff around the room for no reason. 

(He knows better. In the medbay, of all places, that would be a death wish. Leo runs a tight ship here and only here.)

“Sorry, you don’t think Gio likes you?” Leo says slowly. “Our Gio? The guy who let you infodump about the mycelial networks of fungi to him for almost two hours, all because Mikey mentioned he was making mushroom stir-fry for dinner?” 

Donnie scoffs, but he can’t help but feel warmed by the reminder. Gio had settled right in, the way he always did once he was sure of his welcome, and watched Donnie talk like nothing more interesting existed on this side of the equator.

“His eyes didn’t even glaze over,” Leo goes on, doing what he always does and pressing the advantage. “That’s a new personal best in this family. Even April started looking for a window to climb out of at the thirty minute mark.”

“There was bound to be at least one other mutant turtle in the New York metropolitan area with an appreciation for botany,” Donnie says imperiously, tilting his chin up. 

But the worry is still there, firmly rooted, trying to flower. Leo must be able to tell because his frown deepens, playfulness evaporating by the second. He pauses the music and sets his phone down. The room rings in the sudden silence, but it’s not uncomfortable, because it’s a room Donnie exists in with his twin. 

“I just want him to like me,” Donnie says. It’s a childish want, it makes him feel half his age, but it’s true. 

He was never one of those human kids lingering near the playground, on the edge of the classroom, desperate to fit in. He was never on the outs because he never had the chance to be. But this is probably what that would have felt like. 

Giorgio is quiet by default, absorbing everything with dark brown eyes, always pausing to think before speaking in a low, flat register that is becoming as familiar to Donnie as Raph’s comforting rumbles and Mikey’s energetic shrieks and Leo’s sweet or sly laughter. 

He hasn’t been anything but kind since he got here. He saved Leo, brought him home from a place it should have been impossible to come home from, so Donatello would put up with any manner of assholery from that quarter in exchange—but it’s not that at all. 

Once Gio’s initial guard goes up and then comes down, once they outlive that moment of consideration that verges upon scrutiny without ever crossing the line, the eldest turtle softens for any younger one like clockwork. He indulges whatever noise or nonsense they’ve brought with them like there is no better use of his time. 

It doesn’t seem like a lie. But Donnie is the least qualified person he knows to make that judgement call. 

There’s a lot at stake if he’s wrong, is all. 

Leo looks like Donnie has taken a melon baller to his insides just for fun. 

“I’d know if he didn’t like you,” Leo says with absolute certainty. And he probably would. And he would take it so personally. He wouldn’t let Gio know a single moment’s rest until the spotted turtle had a coming-to-Jesus moment and acknowledged his wrongdoings in canceled Youtuber apology video format. 

Since that isn’t the reality they live in—and Leo’s daily relentless pestering of Gio is harmless and little-sibling-shaped and decidedly not mean-spirited by any stretch of the imagination—some small part of the tight, unhappy feeling in Donnie’s heart has no choice but to accept that as the compelling argument it is. 

“He probably misses you, Tello,” Leo adds, something softening in his face that it hurts to look directly at. “His you, I mean. I know I would be a train wreck cosplaying as a person if I had to go someplace I’d never see you again. Can you imagine how screwed-up I’d be?”

Donnie’s whole soul shudders at the idea, at the nightmare that almost came true when the portal closed around the Technodrome and as good as severed Donnie clean down the middle. At the glimpse of a life he’d be forced to live with one leg, one lung, one arm, one eye, half a heart. 

“That’ll never happen,” he says, a little too loud. 

“You’re stuck with me,” Leo agrees. He means it, Donnie can tell—even after that almost-nightmare he put his family through, he means it. It’s one thing to take the nuclear option at the actual on-paper end of the world, it’s another to sit in a safe, warmly-lit room with his twin brother and try to conceive of an existence in which their dynamic duo was whittled down to a solo act. 

When they were little, Donnie once tried to explain how big the unobservable universe was. He told Leo that light from the big bang hadn’t reached Earth from all the way over there yet. It was a concept he struggled with as a child, that something could be so unknowable and immeasurable.

“That’s how big my ‘I love you’ is,” he said, all of seven years old and putting it into words the best way he knew how.

“I love you bigger than that,” Leo said promptly. 

“Ugh, you can’t,” Donnie said, frustrated at his twin for always trying to one-up him, for not understanding the huge thing Donnie was trying to compress and fit into his hands. “It’s not possible.”

“It is,” Leo said firmly, eyes gold to match Donnie’s, warm and shining in a way that was all his own. “I do.”

And then Leo went on to prove it. In a way Donnie never would have wanted him to—in an explosion that split the sky and left flash burns in their eyes, and the hollow pain of a surgical removal as the still-beating heart of their family was cut away, and the discordant electronic fuzz where a beloved voice had been rushing through last words, replaced by the sound of a radio without a signal, a device unpaired—but he proved it in a thousand other ways, too. 

He was even proving it now, this afternoon he spent leaning on a forearm crutch and ambling around to various shelves and cabinets to keep up with his stock of medical supplies that had been severely depleted in the weeks after the invasion. Leo had carried bandaids and lidocaine spray in a tiny tote bag since he was two feet tall. He couldn’t stop bad things from happening but he could try to make the bad things better. 

He’s looking at Donnie like he would right every wrong for him if he knew where to start. Like the unobservable universe was small enough to fit in his pocket compared to the lengths Leonardo would go for Donatello. 

Leo is the younger twin, but sometimes the only thing there is for Donnie to do is shuffle over and bonk their foreheads together and believe him. 

“If Gigi hated you, he wouldn’t be a Hamato,” Leo announces, muffled and silly and entirely correct. “It’s a required qualification. You must have missed that meeting with HR.” And then, because it’s important, he whispers, “I promise, okay?”

“Okay,” Donnie whispers back. 

At about that moment, TSwift’s I Think He Knows comes on, proving once and for all that there is actually no way Leo’s playlist is on shuffle. The weighted moment they’re holding on tight to transitions into a lighter one that gets flung haphazardly around as an immediate life-or-death struggle for the phone ensues. 

Stalemate is only reached when Splinter barges in to read them the riot act for daring to roughhouse while they had a non-zero number of broken bones between the two of them. Leo is bright-eyed with mischief and already fast-talking their way out of trouble the same effortless way April can rattle off her brothers’ favorite coffee orders, and Donnie’s worry has been soundly evicted, all its belongings in boxes in the yard. 

Sitting around has never been his style. He’s a turtle of discovery and invention. And now that he’s been reassured that the absolute worst-case scenario is not on the table—that it, in fact, was never on the table to begin with—curiosity rears its head and snaps up the dregs of anxiety like a hungry wolfhound who mistook it for an unattended rack of lamb. 

Hypothesis: Georgie isn’t being weird out of dislike of Donatello. Leo’s certain he’s not, so certain that he was willing to promise, point-blank and absolute, instead of being tricky and sly in the name of cheering Donnie up instead. Leo even offered a much more palatable alternative, but further evidentiary support is required. 

So after dinner a week later, as the whole family crowds comfortably around the banana split bar spilling across the entire kitchen island and argues over which toppings Gio and Casey should stack their bowls with first, Donnie blurts, “Can I see your crossbow?”

Giorgio really is one of the clowns in this circus. He proves it by putting his ice cream down, and picking the bow up from where it was relegated to the bench seat where everyone tosses their coats and shoes when they get home, and passing it right over. No normal person would put a loaded weapon in Donnie’s hands just because he asked nicely. 

As if in tacit agreement, both of Casey’s eyebrows shoot toward his hairline and Raph makes incredulous scoffing noises. April says, “You did not just—” at the same time Splinter blusters, “Purple, you fire that thing off in this house even once and I am grounding you from everything you know and love, including Orange!” and Donnie screeches, over Mikey and Leo’s hysterical laughter, “I can be trusted with projectile weaponry!”

The crossbow has been carefully maintained, but it hasn’t been used in weeks that Donnie is aware of. They’ve all stuck pretty close to home since the invasion, and it’s not like Gio knows anyone but them—it’s not like they need firepower for grocery hauls or pizza runs, though, knowing their luck, that could change any given day. 

But Gio still cleans it regularly, and he’s become a familiar sight at the kitchen table; parts spread out on an oil-stained rag, meticulous and methodical with the one belonging he brought here with him from the future other than the clothes on his back and the colorful friendship bracelet on his right wrist. 

It’s important to him, clearly, but he’s letting Donnie handle it with an indulgent look on his face. Like there are no better hands to leave it in than his little brother’s. 

Because he’s at risk of having a whole emotion about that out loud, where his entire family is assembled to witness it, Donnie quickly turns his mind onto the much safer road of gadgetry.  

He has never actually held a crossbow before, has never built or used one, but he’s been doing a lot of research. He has a lot of ideas. He wants to print mechanical broadhead arrows with explosive tips, or tear gas canisters, or EMP charges. It’s a brand new world of creative chaos and that’s not even touching all the build customizations Donnie has in mind. His fingers are already itching to dismantle and reassemble the machine into something better, something that won’t ever fail, something his big brother will love. 

Only—huh. What feels like a low-level electric current thrums to quiet life like it was waiting to be noticed by the right pair of eyes, just enough of a static shock to get his attention and guide his hand to the rail. Glowing purple does the work of an allen wrench in seconds and a handful of screws clatter to the table. Donnie removes the scope in one sure motion, and moves on to snap the rail from the stock. 

Raph says, low and warning, “Donnie,” intimately familiar with gremlin gadget mode and all the kitchen appliances and shared toys destroyed in Donnie’s early years in the name of science. But he’s not breaking this time, he’s just looking. 

He flips the rail over in his hands and finds the source of that odd electricity-conductive feeling. Hidden on the underside is a small embossed logo that Donnie would recognize anywhere, because it’s his.

“A-ha!” he says, absurdly pleased with the discovery. “A Genius Built mod.” 

The rail was one of the first things he’d had in mind to upgrade, but it looks like he’d beaten himself to the punch. 

“With a custom rail, we can add whatever attachments we want to the stock, way beyond just an average scope or a rangefinder,” Donnie says eagerly, his mind darting ahead in three different directions at once. “The world is our oyster, Georgie!” 

He can’t help grinning. His logo on Gio’s prized possession is that last little bit of evidence he needed. He’s never been happier to be wrong, and will endure Leo’s smugness for an unheard of two entire business days before initiating retaliation. 

No version of Donatello would put that mark on anything unless he really cared about it. 

And Gio wouldn’t lift the rail from Donnie’s hands, and touch his thumb to that stylized “D” as if to prove to himself that it was real, an expression of painful wistful longing on his face, unless he really cared, too. 

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Kenan Yilidiz x Reader - Thick Part 1/8

You're gonna love this story!!!! I have my anons to thank, who's requests have enabled me to cook up this amazing fic for you all!

Summary - Kenan and Reader share the same high school friend group. As graduation is near, Reader sets out to pass her drivers license test, but ultimately struggles to. Thankfully Readers friends agree to help her with driving lessons and take turns doing so. It is during one of Rader's lessons that it becomes clear that Kenan likes her. A shock to Reader, who has a crush on someone else in their friend group.

Enjoy!

Six months until your high school graduation and you still hadn't managed to pass your driver's license test.

You were still motivated after the first failed attempts, but having failed four times after that had you questioning your level of intelligence as a human being. Were you really that thick?

"Thick?" Your friend Gio grinned. "Sure Y/N, you're the thickest girl I know. I'm mean look at the size of you're...."

A collective sigh spread around the lunch table, your friends throwing annoyed glances at Giovanni.

"What?" He shrugged.

"She doesn't mean thick as in big." Your friend Maria explained. "Y/N is asking if she's too dumb to pass the Italian driver's licenses test."

"Well, why didn't she just say that?"

"Sorry Gio. In the UK thick can also mean dumb." You said.

"And over there they say pineapple instead of ananas like the rest of Europe."

"Well that's dumb." 

"You mean thick?"

"No, I mean dumb." Gio corrects Kenan who was smiling at you, the only person around the table to have understood his joke. "Dumb means dumb."

"Apparently not in the UK." Kenan said, continuing to tease Giovanni. You were the only one who found it funny, the two of them coming for each other's throats.

"Enough of this." Said Rebecca. "We need to help Y/N, pass her driver's license test before the summer, Otherwise we'll only have three drivers for the roadtrip to Bari."

"Three drivers?" Gio frowned.

"Yes, Me, Maria and Kenan."

"Well, what about Luca and I?"

"Well, for starters, I would never trust you behind the wheel of a car Gio, certainly not my parents Range Rover. I don't know how you got your driver's license in the first place, but having it certified in Pompeii just tells me what I need to know."

"What do you mean? My uncle lives over there. He had me driving the tourists around in his minivan."

"Exactly my point." Rebecca said. "Your uncle is a criminal and everyone knows it."

"Whatever." Gio waved. "None of you knows how to run a respectable business, that's all."

"You mean robbing tourists of their hard earned money?"

"Exactly."

"Guy's, please." Maria pleaded. Lunch hour was usually like this for you and your friends. You were a very diverse group, resulting in Maria often having to take on the role as umpire whenever the heated arguments would spiral. "I have to say I agree with Gio on this one."

"You do?" Gio and Rebecca uttered simultaneously.

"Yes. Not that Gio shouldn't drive, I will never be a passenger in his car. But why not Luca?"

All heads turned to the mysterious being that was Luca. He wasn't taking part in any of the conversations. Instead his head was turned away from the lunch table, his gaze overlooking the city of Turin, perhaps dreaming of escaping it some day. Except for being quiet and reserved Luca was also the kindest amongst you, and undoubtedly the handsomest out of all the guys. A personal opinion, that you preferred to keep to yourself.

"Yeah, Luca is not driving me." Rebecca said. "It's a long way to Bari, he'll get too distracted by the mountains along the road. What if we crash?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry to agree." 

"Kenan?" Maria frowned.

"Well, then guess the driving will come down to you three." Gio said, looking at Rebecca, Maria and Kenan.

"Not if we help Y/N, pass her driver's licenses test." Rebecca opposed.

"And how the hell will we do that?"

"I say we take turns."

"Take turns to do what?"

"To give Y/N driving lessons. She's obviously not getting the right amount that she needs, it would cost her a fortune."

"Hey." You blushed.

"Sorry Y/N, but it's true. I say that once or twice a week until school ends, we take turns teaching Y/N how to drive, so when her time comes to take the tests she'll pass it flawlessly."

"I agree." Maria nodded.

"Fine." Gio sighed.

"Sounds like a good idea." Kenan second.

"Luca?"

Everyone shifted towards him as he had failed to answer, not that his answer was anticipated. However, to everyone's surprise, Luca's attention was drawn back to the table, his green eyes looking right at you. "Sure." He smiled. "I'll help Y/N pass her driver's license test."

"Great, that settles it." Rebecca said. "Who wants to go first?"

Your heart beat violently in your chest, hoping, no, begging, that it would be Luca. But as everyone shared hesitant glances, one person raised his hand. "I'll go first."

"Kenan." Maria grinned. "That's very kind of you."

He winked an eye at you as you sobbed internally.