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Donnie/Gn!Reader

You confess your feelings to Donnie, but get rejected. The scientist in Donnie can’t help but tease you to get your reactions.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41964261

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„I don’t see you that way. And furthermore, I have no Intention of seeing you that way in the future…sorry.“

You watched Donnie as he said that to you and you remembered your mind being strangely calm.

Your first love confession resulted in utter failure.

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You sat on the couch in your apartment that you shared with April and Sunita.

„(Y/n), are you okay?“ Sunita asked seeing your sad face. „What’s wrong?“

„Did something happen?“ April sat down next to you.

„…I got dumped.“ You answered, looking at their worried expressions.

„I’ll make some hot chocolate.“ Sunita hurried to the Kitchen.

April swung her arm around your shoulder, hugging you from the side, she glanced at you.

„Wanna talk about it?“

You laid your head on your knees, hugging your legs. You knew that she knew who you got dumped by, but waiting patiently for you to explain. But what was there to say really?

„Well, it sucked“ you answered after Sunita came back with three mugs. „I knew this was how it would turn out, so why did i still go and confess to him?“

(A few hours earlier in the lair)

His Bo-staff stopped mere inches over your head. You’ve been training with the boys for a while, wanting to be helpful on the missions. Mondays and Thursdays meant training sessions with Donnie.

„That’s not how you dodge a weapon.“ Donatello said, retracting his Staff.

„Well, you’re better than me, you had years of training…And it’s dark in here.“ You scoffed.

„No excuses, your focus has been off a lot lately!“

„That’s not tr-„ you began to say but he started attacking you again, this time going for your feet.

You tried jumping away in time, but he was right, you weren’t focused enough and he hit your ankle, causing you to fall on your side. His eyebrows creased and he came rushing towards you. You panicked.

„Wait—that one was just—“

„Your stance is to weak.“ He stood behind you, took a hold of your shoulders, pulled them back to make you stand straight.

„Drop your hips—“ His hand then tapped your hip to get you to move them down.

„—Spread your legs--“ His left leg came between yours and his foot shoved yours further out.

„—brace yourself when the attack comes—“ he took your wrists and positioned them in front of you.

„—use your whole body…“ His face was right next to yours, you didn’t dare move. There was a pause. He fully retracted himself from you then and came in front of you.

„Hey, are you even listening to me?“ He sounded pissed off.

You felt your face heat up and according to his shocked expression, your assumption was correct- you were blushing. Badly.

He took a step back eyeing you „Did you overheat or something?” He asked slowly.

„Wha-.. No, no, that not why i’m…something just…You being so close, i-…Give me a minute, Ii’ll make it stop.“

He stood still then. „Wanna take a break?“

‚I made him have to be considerate….‘

„Well, uh, i don’t really get it but, hang in there, i guess?“ he reached for a bottle of water.

„I’m sorry Donnie, I’m fine, let’s get back to training.“ You began to stand up when he said, „It’s fine, just rest. You’ve been pushing yourself a lot lately after all. You sat back down glancing at him from the side, he was sweating slightly and some of the water he was drinking dripped down onto his plastron. You followed the movement with your eyes, then realizing what you were doing, whipped you face away, blushing. Again! ‚Shit!‘ Slowly looking back at him, you saw how he was examining his Bo-Staff.

‚Donnies head is full of his Tech-related stuff. Is there even any place for love?’

A minute went by with you two just sitting next to each other, you in your thoughts and him tinkering with his weapon.

‚Sure would be nice if he’d look my way at least a little…‘

Your eyes fell to the markings on his shoulder, you thought they looked good, purple squares, some smaller, some longer, some zig-zagged, the patterns were nice to look at. You reached out as if to trace one of them when he noticed your hand coming towards him. He looked at you quizzically. You froze. „Uh… your… your Bandana-strings are a bit crocked, I just wanted to…-„

His eyes were wary for a second, but then he dropped his head to give you better access to the back of it. His eyes were closed, fully trusting you.

After a few seconds of you not doing anything, he looked up at you again to find you absolutely rigid, your hand still in the air, looking at him, with the biggest blush on your face.

‚Crap!‘ you recoiled. ‚With reactions like that even HE is going to realize!’

“(Y/n)”

“yeah?”

He cocked his head “Are you perhaps—” Your eyes widened. “—not feeling good?” You squinted at him, unsure if you heard him right. “Your face is red--” he actually didn’t realize? “—It’s a cold right? Scoff, you could have just communicated that to me from the beginning.” Is he for real?

He stood up, starting to leave the training room.

“That’s not it, you idiot and you call yourself a genius!” you called after him. The moment you said it and Donnie looked back at you with a scowl on his face you regretted your statement. Wasn’t it good that he doesn’t get that you have the biggest crush on him?

“Then what is it? You’re acting weird…” He stood in front of you, trying to understand the problem.

‘Saying what’s wrong won’t make me feel better. Donatello doesn’t feel anything for me at all.’ You thought. ‘And yet… I still..”

“I love you! I’m… in love with you!”

You both stood, he didn’t answer. You started to fidget.

“Ah, um, you probably don’t understand what I mean, I don’t mean as a friend or as my mad-dogs-team-mate, I mean-“

“You mean it in the romantic sense, right?” you looked at him.

“Yeah.”

“So you want to date? That kind of thing?”

“Yeah!”

“I can’t… I don’t see you that way…and I have no intention of seeing you that way in the future, sorry.”

“I’m sorry (y/n), rejections sucks, but it’s good that you confessed to him, now you got it off your chest, right?” Sunita said, leaning back in the armchair next to the sofa.

“Yeah, I guess, but the whole reason that I confessed to him was because I held out the faintest hope, he’d see the real me then. You know, he’s just so smart and cool and he really just—”

Sunita and April looked at each other then, knowing you were going on one of your famous ‘Donnie’s so great, let me tell you why’-Rants.

The three of you sat until late in the night. April and Sunita comforting you. The next Meeting with the boys would be really awkward and you didn’t look forward to it.

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It was Saturday and your Roommates and the boys wanted to do a movie night. You dreaded the evening all week, not having seen Donnie at all. The snacks were being placed and you went into the kitchen to get some sodas, when Mikey came in.

“Hey (y/n)? Don wants you to come to his lab, he said he wants to talk to you.” He smiled.

‘Great, this is going to be just great.’

You made your way to Donnies Lab, only to find him sitting at his Table, adjusting something on his newest project. When he noticed your presence, he stood up walking towards you, stopping when he was in front of you.

“You skipped Training on Thursday.” He said calmly. That’s right, you felt awful and didn’t feel like seeing him so you just skipped the training session altogether without texting to let him know you weren’t coming. Of course, he would lecture you about that, what else did you expect.

“Ah...yeah, I just wasn’t feeling well.” You lied.

He searched your face, then sighed.

“Can you not just brush it off?” you stilled.

“Huh?”

“I’m asking you if it’s hard to brush it off, here.”

Looking at him you had to smile.

“You’ve never been in love, have you?”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “So what if I haven’t? It’s not that big of a deal…” crossing his arms he turned to walk to his desk again.

“Hey, did you know already? That I had feelings for you?” Rolling his shoulders, he stood with his back to you.

“Of course, I didn’t, I’d never even considered it.”

“And why did you believe me without questioning--?”

“Well, you didn’t look like you were joking, and I guess that kind of thing happens? Not that I really get it though. And hey, I’m the one asking questions here.”

‘Right. This guy’s a genius, but also an idiot, when he doesn’t understand something, it irks him. So, he’ll worry about it.’

“Hey, (y/n), I can’t and don’t want to think about anything but my Tech and my Duty. And my Duty is saving New York… with you and April and my brothers. And fighting next to you is really fun for me?—”

‘Ugh, dammit, that’s so nice of him…’

“—So… I guess you are one of the most important people in the world to me. Is…Is that not enough?”

‘He really is cute.’ He was looking at you with a hard but contemplative expression.

“Are you listening?”

“HUH? Oh, yeah, that makes me feel happy? I guess?”

He walked to you then, putting his hands on your shoulders. ‘Oh no.’

“Look, I don’t really get this love-matter, but I’ll try to give you more…affection, if you’d like?”

Your eyes widened… he was trying really hard to be nice. For you. You flushed.

“There—” he said, his hand coming to your face, holding your chin between his fingers. “Your face is red again. It’s really interesting. Is this a side effect from your crush on me?”

You heard your heartbeat in your ears, your palms got sweaty, you panicked.

“I, uh—” You pulled away from him. “I have to go get the soda. I see you there.”

You stumbled out of the room and almost ran back to the projector room, leaving Donnie behind.

Everybody was already sitting down to watch the movie. April looked at your disheveled state and squinted at you. You sat next to her. “You good? What happened?” she whispered. “I’ll tell you later, let’s watch the movie.” She looked like she wanted to continue the conversation, but turned to look at the screen again.

20 minutes into the movie Donnie finally made his way into the living room. He looked at the seating arrangement and then walked towards the couch, plopping down right next to you. His thighs touching yours. You looked down and quickly up at the screen again. Out of the corner of your eye you saw his head turn towards you. You started to sweat. After about 10 Minutes of trying to watch the movie, while being hyperaware of where he was touching you, Donnie then raised his arm and swung it behind you, laying it on the couch-backrest. Your heart dropped. Was he doing this on purpose? You saw him looking at you again. Oh, he was doing it on purpose. You got up, excusing yourself to the bathroom.

You leaned on the sink looking in the mirror. Your face was red. Turning on the tap you tried to cool yourself down with some water. Was Donnie leading you on? No…what did he say when you were in his lab? ‘It’s really interesting’. He was analyzing your reactions. He was trying to understand. It still irritated you, playing with your emotions like that, even though he didn’t do it intentionally.

You went back to your friends. Deciding to sit away from Donnie you sat in front of April on the floor. For the rest of the film, you didn’t look at him again.

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“INTERESTING?” April asked while shoving a spoonful of rice in her mouth.

“Yeah, my crush on him seems to fascinate him.” You answered. Sunita looked thoughtful.

“Well, he is a scientist, right? They collect data and stuff, to make theories to try to understand things, right?” April furrowed her brows.

“I mean, yeah, but (y/n) is not some science experiment. He should know better. Should I go talk to him?” she looked at you questioningly.

“No, it’s okay, I can deal with it, Thanks.” You answered. “This Situation will be interesting though.”

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And interesting it was. After your failed confession, you tried your best being normal around Donnie. As normal as you could seeing how Donnie took a great interest in making his knowledge of your crush on him painfully obvious.

It began with him looking at you. A lot. You didn’t notice at first, trying to not stare at him too often. You were just hanging out in the lair, having had a hard day and trying to relax with some pizza and video games. You were playing some lou jitsu game with Mikey when you noticed Donnie sitting at the table a few feet from where you were seated on the floor.

You tried really hard to focus on winning the game, but your eyes always drifted back to Donnie. His eyes piercing yours. He was just staring, no emotion on his face. Each time you looked at him and caught his gaze you looked away quickly. You started to become nervous.

“Aaaand I win!” Mikey exclaimed.

“Huh? Oh…good job Mikey.” You smiled at him. Holding your hand up to give him a high five.

You felt Donnies eyes on you again. Turning your head, you saw how his eyes narrowed at his brother after the high five. Turning his stare back to you he looked you up and down as if searching for something then stood up and walked towards where the two of you sat.

He kneeled down behind you and took a strand of your hair in his hands. You blinked at him.

“You had something in your hair.” He just said, smirking slightly as you didn’t move. After that he just got up and left. Leaving you frozen and embarrassed.

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Thursday rolled around, which meant Training-session with Donatello. Today you were really pumped, you started to get better at this whole block and counter thing and Donnie seemed to notice as well. Sometimes even praising you if he thought a certain move from you was well thought out.

You managed to jump out of the way of his Bo-Staff and swung your leg to hit him in the side. Him being more experienced saw this coming, catching your ankle in his hand. You stumbled back but he pulled you towards him by your leg, his arm coming around your knee, his other hand latching on to your hip. You grabbed his arms for support.

“That was an excellent move. Even though not very effective on me, but still, quite impressive.” He said, not letting go of you. Your breath hitched and your hands gripped his arms tighter.

“…Thanks.” You smiled staring back at him. His eyes softened at your smile. His thumb then brushed over your hipbone and you felt your stomach doing somersaults. Your face began to heat up, him noticing that, chuckled and slowly let you go.

“So, guess we achieved a lot today. Let’s wrap this up, since you’re starting to overheat again.” You nodded as you followed him out of the training room, your thoughts going wild.

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The boys invited you and April to play Basketball. Sunita had a family dinner with her dad, which was good since you could divide the teams into equal players. You, Raph and Mickey were playing against April, Donnie and Leo. The game was fun, Leos team winning of course.

After the game you all sat down on the bleachers. Since the boys had to play at night because of their whole situation, it was getting quite cold. You shivered as you drank some water. Donnie noticing, taking off his hoodie and gave it to you.

You looked at him. He just shrugged and continued his conversation with April. You looked at it and lightly touched the soft fabric. It was nice to touch, if you’d put it on you could probably smell Donnie on it. You hesitated but decided put it on anyway due to the cold.

It really did smell like him and it was still warm. You put the neckline of the hoodie in front of your mouth and nose. Looking up, you noticed Donnie looking at you. His expression unreadable.

You twitched, and pulled your face out, blushing. He began to smile.

“You like it? It looks good on you. You should wear purple more often.” The butterflies in your stomach doing laps.

“You like your color on me, Don? I’m flattered.” You smirked back at him. He came closer leaning down to you.

“Absolutely I do.” ‘Shit, he’s going to be the death of you’

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You tried to rationalize his behavior. You really did.

It was Saturday and the whole gang was having a blast just eating Pizza and chatting. You were talking to Leo about your week, after you said something that he apparently found hilarious he threw his arm around your shoulder laughing loudly. You giggled with him. Looking up you found Donnie looking at you with his brows furrowed. It seemed like he was looking for your reaction to something. When whatever he was waiting for didn’t seem to happen, he relaxed his face.

After a while you went to go grab more snacks from the kitchen when you felt eyes on you again. Turning around only to see Donatello standing in the doorway.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself?” He moved towards you stopping right in front of you.

“Can you grab some chips, too?” he asked.

“Sure…” You turned around, opening the cabinet to grab whatever seemed appetizing. Suddenly you felt his finger on your upper back, as if he was holding his hand like a gun to your back. You froze. His finger then slid down along your spine. You shuddered. That seemed to please him and he stopped.

“You only react that way when I touch you.” He stated.

“What?” you asked still facing away from him.

“It’s fascinating, watching you interact with the others and you not behaving any different than usual. But even the smallest touch from me and you go stiff as a board.” You frowned. He was doing it again. You spun around.

“I better get these snacks back to the others, do me a favor and grab something healthy too.”

And you squeezed past him to rush back to the others.

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You sat on your couch, watching whatever was playing on the TV. You didn’t really pay attention. All you could think about were these interactions with Donnie. He was being awfully touchy for someone not reciprocating your feelings. You told April that you could deal with this, but the way he was acting made it hard for you to keep up acting normal around him. Sunita had said that he was collecting data to understand, but it was starting to piss you off. If he has no intention of seeing you that way, why would he go to such lengths just to see how you react. Another part of you enjoyed how much attention you got from him. How he would use different excuses just to touch you.

If felt nice being so close to your crush. You’d need to stop engaging in his Antics.

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You were in Donnies Laboratory. So much for not engaging in his antics. You were perched on his desk listening to him blabber about one of his new inventions.

“If my calculations are correct, which they are, this new piece of technology should allow the user to encase their body in impermeable energy,” He walked up to you, his goggles down over his eyes.

“--the equivalent to vacuum-sealed plastic wrap, so the shield is carefully tuned to allow through matter which moves at low speeds.—” His hands came down on either side of your body.

“--This allows the wielder to breathe. The shield annihilates projectile and thrown weapons instantly, providing the perfect narrative justification for---…” You stopped listening to his rambling. He was really close to you, standing between your legs, encasing you between his arms. You leaned back a bit.

“—Do you know what this means, (y/n)?” He leaned even closer to you. Looking at you with wild wide eyes. You were tongue-tied. Your heart began racing, you didn’t know what to do in your flustered state, so you stayed quiet.

Noticing your lack of input, he pulled up his goggles, looking at you intently. His grin turning smug.

“You know…you sitting on my work desk like this really stirs me up.” Your looked at him, pupils blown. He suddenly grabbed your wrist and put one of his fingers over your artery. He was feeling your pulse. You snapped out of it. You pushed him back, jumping down from the table.

“I- I better go now. See you later.” You ran out. You rushed to your apartment and fell into bed.

You woke up. Drenched in sweat. You had been dreaming. Of him. Again. You couldn’t do this anymore. He made it impossible for you to move on from him. He pulled you in too much. He drew the line at dating you, but still flirted with you to no end. You were at your limit.

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You laid in your bed, clutching your stomach. It was Monday again and you had to go train with Donnie at 7. Your stomach hurt like hell and you knew why. Donnie was torturing you. Every time you two were together, alone or not, he would do these things just to get reactions from you. He was toying with you however he wanted, not even considering how his actions hurt you…

It was almost seven. You had to get up.

You took a painkiller and headed out of the door and to the lair. Donnie sat in the corner of the living room on his phone wearing his purple hoodie, when he saw you, he waved his hand.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“You’re early.”

“Well, you’re here, so we can start right?”

“Sure, let me grab my stuff, give me 2 Minutes.” He got up and left in the direction of his lab. As he passed you, he brushed your arm with his, chuckling as your breath hitched.

Training with Donatello had always been the same routine, you two would begin with a warm up, then he would start some attacks which you would try to counter or block. This would go on for a while until he deemed you worn out enough to transition into some cool down stretches.

You walked into the training room, leaning against the wall, waiting for Donnie to come back. After a while he strutted into the room, purple hoodie still on. You frowned. Coming towards you he smirked as he pulled his hoodie over his head, throwing the piece of clothing into the corner. You flushed and his grin turned smug coming to a stop right in front of you. You pressed yourself more into the wall as his face came closer to yours.

“You ready?” he asked. You couldn’t answer, your brain having short circuit. His eyes studied your face. A few seconds passed, then his right hand came up to hold your cheek. Your eyes widened.

“Your reactions to my touches are so interesting.-” He said, his voice dropping to almost a whisper.

“Your face is even redder than the last time I touched you.—” He brushed his thumb over your cheek.

“I want to see more of your reactions…-” He leaned in closer.

“I want to see all of them.” He was so close to kissing you. You saw red.

You shoved him away from you, he stumbled back, looking confused.

“Don’t touch me! Don’t you dare touch me again!” you screamed at him. Rushing past him to the exit your vision began to swim. Your emotions running wild you made your way to the ladder but ran into someone.

“(Y/n)?” It was Leonardo. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Leo!“ you sobbed. “I want to go home!”

“Hey, its’s okay, I’ll get you home, alright? What happened?” Donnie walked through the door. You looked away quickly hiding your face.

“My stomach hurts, I want to go home!” You whimpered.

“I’ll get them home, Donnie, can you text April, to let her know we’re coming?”

“Uh, sure.”

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“What did you do, Donnie?” Leo was back in the lair after he dropped you off. April had taken you in her arms. You hugged her tightly and sobbed into her chest. Leo had given her a look as if asking her what was going on.

“Donnie.” She had said, as if that was enough of an explanation.

Leo was fuming, what did his brother do to get you to cry like that?

“I- I didn’t do anything!” Donatello answered defensively. Leo crossed his arms.

“Is this about (y/n)’s crush on you?” he asked. Donnies eyes widened.

“You knew about that?”

“Well, it was hard not to notice, right? The way they looked at you said it all.”

Donnie sat down on one of the skateboard ramps.

“They just harshly rejected me.” He said looking at the floor.

“What?” Leo sat down next to him.

“I don’t believe you. There must’ve been something else.” Donnie sighed and rubbed his temple.

“…Well, you see, at first, I thought that (y/n)’s crush on me was just a burden. I had no intention of indulging in any lovey-dovey stuff. I don’t understand any of it. But the way they reacted to me was really interesting and it made me curious. I began to initiate touches in order for me to see them blushing or shivering. I thought if I get enough reactions I would understand their love for me, but it just became this feeling that I couldn’t place. Every time they would react, I would crave more of it. I think I pushed them to their limits. (Y/n) got really angry with me and just rushed out.” Leo began to smile.

“Mhh…’A feeling I couldn’t place’, huh? Did you ever stop to think that you actually fell in love with them too?” Donnie looked at his brother then.

“Geez, bro, you really are stupid. What you did was reject their confession but stopping them totally from moving on from you, because you unconsciously wanted them to be yours.”

“I-…” Donnie began. “I have to apologize to them!” He jumped up, running to the Exit. Leo smiled.

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Donnie rushed to your apartment. He knocked on the door, only for April to open.

“What do you want, Donnie?” Her expression was cold.

“April, please, I know what I did. I have to apologize to them. Let me in.” She looked at his serious face for a moment, then sighed.

“They’re in their room, don’t mess up again.”

He went through the hall to your door. He knocked once, twice. When you didn’t answer he opened the door slowly.

“(y/n)?”

“Leave.” was all you said. He came closer to you.

“(y/n), listen…” you jumped up.

“LEAVE!” --- “I like you!”

Silence.

“Huh…?” You looked at him. “What are you talking about?” Donatello clenched his fists and looked to the floor. You noticed him looking away from you.

‘He’s feeling bad for hurting me, he thinks a confession would fix everything.’

“I actually am… in lo-“

“Don’t give me your pity.” You said darkly. “It doesn’t suit you.” Donatello looked at you, puzzled.

“Huh?”

“I won’t date you, I’ll never date you!” you screamed at him. He came closer.

“What do you mean ‘Pity’? What are you saying?”

“Well, I’m right, aren’t I? You’ve just convinced yourself that if this is gonna affect your life badly like this, then you may as well go out with me!”

“That’s not it!” he got louder. “I really do lo-“

“I’M NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU ANYMORE!” neither of you moved. “I’m not…”

“Stop lying!”

“I’m not lying!”

You both stared at each other catching your breaths. He sighed then and came towards you, sitting on your bed. You eyed him. He turned so he was sitting facing you.

“You know…at first, I was really annoyed when you confessed to me. I thought love was a waste of time. I knew people fell in love, but I never felt that way with anyone, so I just never considered ever falling for anyone.” You looked down, fidgeting with your hands.

“Then I touched you, just to make you feel better, but your body reacted to my touch in a way I’ve never seen before. It was interesting to me, not because I see you as my love-guineapig, but because I was glad that it was you giving me those reactions. I started to enjoy seeing how you would respond the way you did only to me. But…I took it too far. I didn’t realize that I was hurting you every time I touched you. And I’m sorry for that.”

He reached his hand out to hold yours, but you flinched. He stopped, looking in your eyes.

“(Y/n), I love you. That’s what I wanted to say before.” Your lip began to quiver.

“You said you’d never see me that way.” Donnies face twisted.

“I know, but it’s different now. I know now that I was being stupid, I thought love meant that I would have to change my life completely, but I realized that loving you came easy for me and once I understood that I loved you back I couldn’t stop it. And if you don’t love me anymore that’s fine, I mean it’s not fine, but there’d be nothing I could do about that. However, if you are lying, then please let me know.”

You stared at him, your mouth open, searching for words. And you found the right ones.

“…I love you...” you said. “I love you, Donnie.” Donnie smiled taking your hand in his stroking it with his thumb. His other hand came up to your face. He wiped away a tear that was rolling down your cheek. He leaned closer.

“Can i?” he asked. You just nodded your head.

He then leaned in all the way, his lips pressed to yours. Your eyes closed. It was as if all worries had suddenly fallen off of you. The kiss felt incredible. His hand moved from your cheek to the back of your neck, holding you there. His other hand grabbed your hip, moving you to his lap, to kiss you even deeper.

“I love you.” He said against your lips and you smiled.

“I love you too.”

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squaregoals · 1 year

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chiscribbs · 7 months

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I had an idea for a one-off Rise episode plot and just wanted to quickly sketch up some visuals for it.

The plot goes as follows: Donnie attempts to invent a cloning machine and, due to some kind of science-y mishap, ends up cloning himself...a lot. But there's a catch to this - the clones aren't exact copies of Donnie, they each possess just ONE of the various facets of his personality (i.e. brainy, broody, sarcastic, passionate, dramatic, mischievous, etc.) and a small portion of his mystic powers. Don tries his darnedest to keep the whole situation under wraps while he searches for a way to fix it, but some of the more rambunctious Donnies quickly escape and begin stirring up trouble in the Lair, so it doesn't stay a secret for very long. To make matters worse - the real Donnie starts to slowly disappear (something having to do with his existence being divided among the Donnies or blahblahblah fake science explanation). So, while he and the scientist Donnies continue to look for a way to reverse the cloning effect, his brothers and Co. set to work gathering up all the other Donnies so they can put them back where they belong and keep Donnie Prime™ from vanishing.

Hilarity, wholesomeness (and some mild angst) ensues.

(Note: I meant to include April in that second-to-last image, but ran out of room. Just know that she, Splinter, and probably Casey Jr. are all there, as well.)

#I always love plots that have a healthy mix of whimsy and emotional weight. Bonus for DT bonding.#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #disaster twins #rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #donatello hamato #rottmnt leo #rise leo #leonardo hamato #technically all the boys are in there but I'll just tag the ones with the most focus...esp since mikey's tiny lol #fanart #concept art #chiscribbs #Fun game idea for the tag-readers: what name would you give this ep if it were real? I'm eagerly awaiting suggestions.#shades of purple (rottmnt)#<- added in post for ease of access

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ju1cyfru1t · 5 months

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rottmnt x reader || S/O who bites (out of love and affection obvi)

Rise! Donnie, Raph, Mikey, Leo x Reader (separately)

fluff? :D, gn reader, romantic (established relationship), BITING mmmm, mild swearing

Donnie

- the first time you bite him, he jumps and lets out a loud yelp, “ah! ow! what in the name of-“ then just stares at you in disbelief. absolutely incredulous. and has to take a while to process. why? why- HOW could you do this to him? after all he’s done for you?

- don’t play with him he HAS and WILL bite you back and NOT in a loving way

- he is ALWAYS on his guard

- you go in for a hug? you lean in to kiss him? you turn your head ever so slightly in his direction? his whole body tenses up. you’re giving this boy trust issues. he will physically, STILL GENTLY, push you away with his mechanical spider arm thingies…heaven forbid you bite those too….

- “Do. NOT. Bite me. Y/N.” “…”

- ^— “DO NOT. This is your last warning.”

- “Yes, Y/N. You’re very ferocious and vicious. Now STOP biting me.”

- “Sigh. That is NOT affection, Y/N.”

- “AH! Don’t bite me while I’m working, please…Don’t bite me ever!”

- “If you want to ‘show affection,’ you could just…I don’t know, hug me? or hold my hand? the biting is unnecessary.”

- NOT a fan of the biting at ALL

Raph

- The first time you bite him, “AHH!” he is confused. he does not understand. are you trying to attack him??? do you wanna throw hands??? what did he do to deserve that??? he does not want to throw hands with you

- he really does not see how biting is supposed to be showing your affection but whatever you say 😭

- his skin is pretty thick and rough. I mean you’d really have to sink your teeth in to hurt him so he just lets you. it actually lowkey tickles to him.

- “Careful. Ya don’t wanna bite my spikes.”

- it’s definitely not his favorite thing in the world but he doesn’t mind terribly if it really makes you happy and as long as it’s just you trying to show him love

- chooses to just take it as a sign that you want attention and/or some kind of affection

- would never bite you back tho

- however, I don’t suggest catching him off guard with a nibble cause he might start swingin 🤺 and would feel absolutely horrible abt it

Mikey

- the first time you bite him he’s offended. you’re gonna bite HIM? 🤨 yeah, ok buddy. he just squeaks in surprise and rubs where you bit him, looking at you like ‘😟’ before biting you back. he is taking it personally until you tell him you’re just showing affection cuz you love him soooooo much

- he’s perfectly ok with it then as long as you don’t bite him too hard

- LOVES to give and receive affection anyways so he makes it really easy to bite him when he’s clinging onto you all the time

- always giggles and squirms when you bite him

- returns your bites with kisses all over your face

Leo

- the fucking most dramatic ever

- the first time you bite him he acts like you just shot him

- “OWW!! OWIE! Ugh! Y/N! How COULD you?! BETRAYAL” while gripping where you bit his shoulder and whining like a toddler even though it did not hurt at all and you didn’t leave any sort of mark whatsoever.

- ^ drops the act completely when you tell him it was out of love

- now every time you do it he thinks you’re trying to flirt with him 🤞😔 and I mean I guess he’s sort of-ish right

- honestly he doesn’t really care but definitely teases you about it /ns

- “yeah? do I taste good, Y/N?” /ns!!

- “ow! ok, ok! not too hard!” while giggling

- “mhm…now kiss it better.” makes you kiss where you bit him every time.

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now I know I ain’t the only one who bites like that 🤨

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oozedninjas · 2 months

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Drunk for you~

Warnings: 18+ / NSFW / MDNI / Ninja guys are late twenties / Happy Valentine's Day!! ❤️

Pussy! drunk Leo holds you tightly close to his chest, fisting your face with a full hand as he forces you to look at him because, fuck, you're so hot when you come.

Pussy!drunk Leo moans into your mouth as he pounds frantically into you, dizzy in the feeling of your cunt around him. Mmm, so fucking tight.

Pussy!drunk Leo whispers the best degradation-praise combos in your ear with a breathy, raspy tone that drives you crazy. He can't have enough. Squirm more to his words. Be louder, scratch his shell harder. Shit, he's so close—

Pussy!drunk Leo knows he has to pull out but it feels so freaking good that he can't bring himself to do so, especially not when you're begging him to breed you so much. Shit, you're gonna be the end of him.

Pussy!drunk Raph relentlessly fucks you from behind in front of your bedroom mirror. Fuck, he's so big, stretching you so good it has you on the verge of turning stupid.

Pussy!drunk Raph fucks you up and down his dick like a small fuck toy, too lost in pleasure to do nothing but hold onto his shoulders as he manhandles you all he wants.

Pussy!drunk Raph barely allows you to breathe as he devours your mouth, groaning agast your lips with each new thrust. God, he loves it when he's so overstimulated that it's almost too much. His cum is dripping from you, and the sounds of your flesh slapping have Raph craving to come again. Can you? Just one more time, doll. Fuck, please.

Pussy!drunk Donatello drinks you up eagerly. His tongue feels heavenly over your clit, he knows. You're tugging him too much to keep him there for it to not. That's right, darling, come on his face— Yeah, like that, damn good.

Pussy!drunk Donatello enjoys himself so much that suddenly all inhibitions are thrown out the window, and he's shamelessly moaning, mouth open as a trail of drool rolls out the corner of his mouth. You feel so good~

Pussy!drunk Donatello loves having your tongue down his throat, claiming him vehemently as your hands scratch the side of his shell, just where it joins to his plastron. The sound that escapes him is everything but human.

Pussy!drunk Mikey can't keep his hands out of you. He slips his palm up your thigh under the table, only stopping when he's met with your warm cunt. Leaking for him just by his slightest touch? Aw, you're so cute!

Pussy!drunk Mikey can't hold back once he starts kissing you. It's like he physically needs the heat emanating from your body. He wants to rob it, keep it alongside you, so deep inside that it deliciously burns.

Pussy!drunk Mikey inhales your scent from the cook of your neck and lets out a mingle between a sigh and a soft moan. He pulls you closer, fucking himself deeper in you. You're so soft, so his, from now to forever.

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shroomaz · 4 months

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The Disaster Twins!🟣🔵

I thought this would be a funny thing to draw- turns out it gives me life seeing this brotherly cool colored pair have fun✨✨✨

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #rise donnie #rise of the tmnt #donnie #leonardo #disaster twins #tmnt fanart #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt leo x reader

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notjustdragonspages · 5 months

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Pov: Work turtle checking you out ❤️

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt fanart #art #chuckling at my own caption #donnie x reader #rise donnie x reader #rise donnie x you #rottmnt donnie x reader

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desceros · 22 days

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tries to sleep, fails, gets melancholy, copes by writing purple turtle fic donatello/reader, gn!reader, rated t, 1.6k. insomnia, friends to.... friends, (were you ever just friends? are you something more? what is love if not friendship shifted an inch to the left?), yearning, yearning, yearning, yearning—

Donatello is sleeping.

Hefting a fatigued sigh, you hover in the doorway to his bedroom for a moment. Staring at his face, taking it in. He’s gotten unfairly handsome as the years have gone by. Beautiful, even. Pretty angles, sharp defined lines, dark seductive eyes. Like this, unmasked, slack in sleep, it’s free for you to look as much as you want. More than you can during the day. A little secret thing just for your own heart’s keeping.

…Best friends shouldn’t want to stare at each other like this, you think with an ache.

It’s late. You can’t sleep. Lying down has provided nothing but racing thoughts you can’t quiet. Things to do tomorrow. Things to say when you see someone. Things to write down if you can hold them until the morning. Things, things, things. So many things in your head, ten thousand little voices like little snowflakes in your skull. Each small, powerless; but together, a force too mighty to outrun.

And Donnie is sleeping. Normally he’s awake. Fiddling, poking, prodding, studying, twisting, cracking, bending. Available to draw you into sleep. Always soothing, petting your hair, cooing at you until you drift off at last to the dulcet sounds of his low rumbles.

But not tonight. Tonight he sleeps, pretty in his sheets even as he’s all sprawled out and drooling. Cute. He’s cute. He’s cute and close enough to touch but so, so far away that you know you never will. Not like that. Not like that.

It’s late. You can’t sleep.

Slowly, not wanting to wake him, infuriated with yourself just at the thought that you’d risked it by lingering as long as you have, you peel away from his door frame and sneak into the living room. The couch greets you again. Inviting, soft. It smells like turtle ass. Popcorn. Movie night. It smells like family, like home. Scratchy beneath your cheek. You’ve been meaning to get them some new pillows. The way Mikey had laughed so hard he’d snorted his drink. Leo’s squawk when it got all over him. The weight of Donnie’s arm on your shoulder when he’d leaned on you while laughing until he got the hiccups. His cologne, new, smells nice. You should tell him tomorrow.

(You can’t tell him. There’s no way for a best friend to look at the other with pupils shaped like hearts and be the same. You can’t tell him.)

Heavily, you sigh. It’s late. You can’t sleep.

You sit up. Get up off the couch. Stretch a little before exhaling and walking around a bit to try and work off some of this excess energy. The darkness of the living room isn’t so much, anymore, what with how your eyes have adjusted. You can see the pieces of the evening strewn about. A pizza box that Splinter’s going to find in the morning and yell at the lot of you for not throwing out. Raph’s teddy bear, leaning against the other couch where he’d been pretending he hadn’t been using it to hide his face in the scary parts. Mikey’s cup, half-full, forgotten in Leo’s panic to find paper towels. And—

—Donnie, standing in the doorway, bleary-eyed, arms folded.

“Why are you awake?” he asks, voice tumbling over your ears like rocks on a riverbed. Guilt strikes you like a blow. He’s exhausted. You’ve woken him up.

“I’m sorry,” you say as an answer, tangling your fingers in the shirt you’d borrowed out of his closet. The shirt you always borrow. The shirt that’s half yours, now.

Donnie’s quiet. You sink your teeth into your lower lip and hope he’ll shrug and go back to bed. Maybe, if he’s lucky, he’s got enough sleep juice in him that he’ll drift right back off and forget this happened.

He doesn’t. “…Can’t sleep?”

The guilt burns your skin like sand in the wind. You smile and pretend. “I’ll be okay. Go back to bed, Don. You need it more than I do.”

He doesn’t.

“…Please?” you try again.

You’re met, instead, with a sigh. He rubs the back of his head where his mask would tie if he were wearing it. Lets his arm fall to his side—ah, except no. He’s holding out his hand, palm outstretched, inviting you to come close. When you don’t, his beak wrinkles. “Come here.”

You take a few steps closer, but don’t take his hand just yet. “What are you doing?”

“Just come here,” he says again, curling his fingers a few times in an imperious grabby command. You come closer. He opens his tired eyes in a squint, mouth dipped into a frown, and his gesture gets more demanding. “Come here.”

Stepping closer, closer, closer, finally you get within range. You realize he wants your hand the moment he loses patience with you, watching as he rolls his eyes and reaches out to encircle your wrist with strong fingers. They eclipse the bones there easily, tugging as he turns, pulling you out of the living room.

“Don—” you start to protest, but he stops you with a breath.

“Stubborn,” he accuses, though there’s no heat to the word. The scoff is thick on the back of your tongue—Donnie of all people calling you stubborn—but you don’t let it out, knowing it’ll be too-loud in the pitch night.

He pulls you into his room, the very room that had been such a sweet siren song to you earlier. He pulls you towards his bed. He pulls you in behind him when he settles in. He pulls you beneath his blanket. He pulls, pulls, pulls, until your chest is flush to his plastron and his arm is around your waist and his breath is in your face and your heart is in your throat.

It’s late. You’re not going to be able to sleep.

“…Go to sleep,” he says after a few seconds, doubtless able to feel the way your pulse is like a hummingbird against his skin.

“Sorry,” you say in lieu of—anything else. You don’t dare try to say another word, unsure of what exactly would tumble out instead. Perhaps a sweet poem about the texture of his skin against yours. Maybe a lament that he feels the need to tuck his thigh between yours so so so close to where you wake in a pool of sweat dreaming of his touch. Or possibly a whispered confession that tastes like lightning and blood and sugar all at the same time; that you want this but not this, you want this but more.

Gently, a forehead bonks against yours. Dark eyes open and meet yours, centimeters away. He studies you, and you watch the gears turn. More slowly than usual, lethargic even, because of his slumber.

“You’re thinking too much,” he murmurs. Dumbly, you nod. “Need to talk about it?”

“…Yeah,” you admit, then, “…but I won’t.”

He doesn’t like that. A frown mars his beautiful, beautiful face.

“Why?”

You swallow the incredulous laugh, the kaleidoscope of responses. They’re all irrelevant, impossible to share, save for one. “You should sleep.”

Donnie’s hand tightens, fingers curling in his—your—shirt in the small of your back. “So should you.”

“Yeah.”

“…”

“…I don’t understand.” The confession, rare, makes you sigh.

“…I don’t either,” you tell him. And you don’t. Why did you have to feel this way for him? Why couldn’t it be someone easier that stole your heart? Why does it have to be the one person you can’t stand to lose? Why does he have to be so comfortable touching you like this and making it hurt even worse? Why can’t you stop feeling this way?

Why can’t you sleep? Why can’t you sleep?

His fingers unfurl from your shirt. His hand dips beneath the hem, finding the skin of your back. Slow shivers spread like little earthquakes as he strokes along your spine, tectonic caresses that ripple and destroy. It's familiar enough a touch that you don't stop him; unfamiliar enough that it rends you inside out.

Donnie leans in. Ghosts his lips along your jaw. It’s not a kiss; you’re just friends, after all. But it’s a sweet caress that feels good, all the way to where he lingers at your ear, whispering there, quivering at the touch that's too close to something else to be fair. “Close your eyes.”

You have one rule: listen to Donatello. So you do; you close your eyes, let his nails drag down your back, let his mouth press warm into your pulse, let his chest rumble with churrs that fill the night air with something akin to a lullaby. His legs curl around yours, mixing, confusing, making the separation of you disappear.

It’s… maddening. You hate this. You love him. You love him so much. You hate that he can do this so easily.

“Shhh,” comes the gentle coo against your skin, like he can tell you’re pulling away from his intent. You obey that, too. Donnie says to be quiet, so you quiet. Thoughts, movements, words; all of them fall away at his beckoning. “Just like that. Good.”

Good, you think, feeling a little fuzzy. It feels good to be good for him. God. You’d be so good for him—but no. None of that, now. Not when you can pretend that these little presses of his lips are kisses. That the thickness of his thigh pressed to your shorts means something. That his hand scratching lines in your skin is something meant to claim as much as it is to calm.

“Making me work for it tonight,” you hear him mumble, half-conscious of the words, not sure if they’re real or part of a dream he’s built for you. “Good job, sweetheart. Just like that.”

More brushes of his mouth. A slow glide of tongue. A lovely dream, you think, finally letting your muscles go slack. A dream of a Donatello who would hold you like this, talk to you like this. A Donatello who is more than just your best friend.

It’s late. Finally, warm and held and pulled into a sweet dream, finally, you sleep.

#me slurring with a voice thick with sleep: two best friends that are in love but too close to tell and so they dance like leaves in the wind #forever brushing close. darting about like little butterflies. gossamer wings catching the light and enchanting one another w each breath #but too close. too close. you can't see the scope of a painting when it's the single strokes that catch your eye.#.....................it's almost four in the morning. im sure there are errors but i shan't be fixing them now. have it as it comes #tmnt #rise #donatello/reader #my fic #rating: t

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popcat69 · 8 months

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Incorrect Tmnt quotes

Mikey: What does 'take out' mean? Donnie: Food. Leo: Dating Raph: Murder Y/n: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.

Donnie: Favourite horror movie?

Mikey: It

Raph: Saw

Leo: Annabelle

Y/n: High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics

Leo: Croissants: dropped

Raph: Road: works ahead

Y/n: BBQ sauce: on my titties

April: Shavacado: fre

Mikey: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead

Donnie:

Donnie: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

Y/n: Change is inedible.

Donnie: Don't you mean inevitable?

Y/n, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Mikey: Hey Donnie,

Donnie: Yes?

Mikey: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Donnie:

Donnie: Where’s Y/n?

Donnie: April isn’t answering their phone

Y/n: I’ll call

Donnie: Casey and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

April: Hello?

Y/n: Top 30 reasons why y/n is sorry... Number 5 will surprise you!

Raph: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!!

Mikey: I'm incredibly fast at maths.

Y/n: Alright, what's 30x17?

Mikey: 47

Y/n: That's not even close.

Mikey: But it was fast.

Donnie: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?

Raph: Nope, absolutely not.

Leo: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through.

Mikey: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.

Casey: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.

Y/n: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Splinter: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Leo: ...I did. I broke it.

Splinter: No. No you didn't. Mikey?

Mikey: Don't look at me. Look at Y/n.

Y/n: What?! I didn't break it.

Mikey: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Y/n: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Mikey: Suspicious.

Y/n: No, it's not!

Raph: If it matters, probably not, but April was the last one to use it.

April: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Raph: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

April: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Raph!

Leo: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, person A.

Splinter: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Raph: Splinter... Donnie’s been awfully quiet.

Donnie: rEALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Splinter, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Splinter: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Splinter:

Splinter: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

'Can I copy the homework?'

Donnie: I can help you with it!

April: Yeah, sure.

Y/n: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Raph: lol nope.

Mikey: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

Leo: *Read 5:55pm*

Leo: bitches b like “im baby” but have childhood trauma and neglect like wtf do u know about being baby u were forced to grow up from an early age anyways I’m bitches

Leo, driving y/n and April: So how was your day?

Y/n: We almost got surprise adopted!

Leo: What?

April: We almost got kidnapped.

Leo: Oh, okay.

Leo: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

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spoopyblues214 · 7 months

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Meltdown

@ramblehour @oleander-nin

A short one shot I wrote about Donnie helping reader with a melt down. It's in the first person. Could be read as platonic or romantic!

Word count: 366

Donatello had just put the tank into park, Mikey having told him he'd seen me on the verge of tears. I had tried to say I was fine, that we shouldn't stop, but Donnie just shook his head. Raph and Leo looked at me with confusion, and, of course concern, but that wasn't what my brain chose to focus on. Not at this moment. I didn't even know what was wrong, one moment having enjoyed the atmosphere, the next feeling as though the lights were too bright and the road too bumpy and the conversation too loud.

Now I was pulled to a somewhat separate space inside the tank, Donnie's grasp on my upper arms soft. "Do you know what's wrong?" His eyes were searching mine.

"No," I hissed. I didn't mean for it to sound so aggressive. I looked at one of his hands on my arms, feeling tears build in my eyes as I fucked up again. Like how I ruined this trip. Like how I ruin everything. I-

His hands moved to my cheeks, more force than his hold on my arms but still gentle. My eyes closed. The pressure was a welcome feeling. It grounded me. I only noticed he was plugging my ears when he lifted his fingers to ask if I wanted his headphones. I nodded, so he lifted his hands away, quickly putting his head gear on me before returning his hands to my cheeks. I didn't ask, didn't want to talk, but he still answered in a soft voice through the speakers on my ears, "I've noticed this is one of your regulating behaviors, I can stop if-"

I grabbed his wrists so fast I actually felt him flinch. Before I could start feeling bad about that, I heard him chuckle, "that's an answer." I realized about halfway through all of this that I had been close to a meltdown, though of course couldn't focus on it with all the other thoughts racing. I finally opened my eyes, taking note that the lights were somehow dimmed. Donatello was smiling softly at me, his thumb swiping back and forth on my cheek bone once.

"Thank you."

"No probbles."

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt x reader #donatello x reader #donatello/reader #spoopywriting

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mycrushisnotalibero · 2 years

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broken promises

Donatello x reader

Summary:

Donatello wants you all to himself so you agree to date him, even though you yourself are not in love with him, yet. You make rules to make the realtionship work and you slowly develope feelings as well.

WARNINGS! PLEASE READ:

At the beginning Donnie doesn't really get what consent is, so he wants to sleep with you (not a rape-scene, obviously!!) bc thats just what couples do, so you have to explain it to him.

At the end a stranger touches your butt (sexual harrassment)

Reader has a panic attack at the end (bc of the sexual harrassment)

PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU'RE SENSITIVE ABOUT THOSE TOPICS

english is not my fist language so excuse any mistakes

Heres the AO3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42065283

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It was Saturday. The perfect day for a hangout at the lair, you sat wedged between Leo and Raph, laughing at something Mickey had said. The atmosphere was chill and pleasant. April and you brought Pizza with you and the boys had set up a corner with blankets and beanbags for you all to lounge, relax and just talk the night away. With all the commotion, none of you noticed Donnie not saying a word throughout the evening. He just sat on the floor, taking it all in.

“Here look.” Raph said, unbinding his mask and tied it around your head. “Ha! See? It looks great on you!”

“Woah, looking like that maybe you should go on the next mission with us.” Leo said, wrapping his arm around you giggling. You laughed with him.

The Evening went on. April put on some music and pulled you up to dance with her. Mickey joined and grabbed your hand, twirling you around. You laughed and after the third rotation you became dizzy, stopping Mickey from turning again by hugging him.

“Slow down, Mickey.” You cackled, hugging him tighter. Suddenly Donnie sprang up from where he was sitting.

“(Y/N)!” Everybody looked at him. His expression was furious. “We need to talk.” He said looking at you, his brows furrowed.

“Yikes, he looks pissed, what did you do, (y/n)?” April questioned you. But you didn’t know either. Following him to his Lab you considered the possibilities. You didn’t break anything in his Lab, right? God, you hoped you didn’t. Did you forget an important meeting or something. Being in thought, you didn’t realize you already being at your destination, his laboratory. He had stopped walking and turned to you, you bumped into him.

“Oh, sorry, I-“ You began to say, but he grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you up. You let out a shriek. He looked scary, standing in this half-lit room, with this dark look on his face.

“You-“ he said, holding you tighter by your collar. You started to sweat. “-are gonna go out with me.”

You looked at him confused. “Go where?” You asked, he scoffed.

“Don’t play dumb, I’m saying that I’d very much like you to date me.” Seeing you still looking confused he continued, letting your shirt go.

“I haven’t been able to uphold my composure for a while now whenever you touch the others. It’s really starting to agitate me. So, I’m just gonna make you mine!”

There was a short pause.

“Donnie, you like me?” you asked.

“I do.”

“…Romantically?”

“Certainly.”

“Your reason?” He looked thoughtful for a second before answering.

“I don’t really know. I’ve never been in love before? Ever since April introduced you to us, I’ve been watching you and it’s really been bugging me.”

Your mind started to remember something in that moment. It was a documentary you watched a few weeks back. It talked about Baby-ducks and how they perceive the first thing they see after hatching as their mother and subsequently develop affection for it. You blinked, understanding. This guy’s been living inside the sewers with his brothers for years, not really interacting with the outside world, let alone people his age. And if he did, it was because he had to fight them.

You being the first friendly acquaintance he spent a lot of time with, except for April, which you learned was more like a sister to the boys. He mistook the first stirring of attachment for someone as love. But you couldn’t tell him that, he wouldn’t understand. You didn’t know what to do. Maybe…

“Alright.” You began. “I’ll go out with you.”

“Really?” he looked bewildered.

“Yeah, but in exchange you can’t get angry anymore when I talk to the others…it’s annoying.”

Instead of explaining to him what you concluded about his feelings, you felt it was easier just to date him, until he realizes his mistake on his own.

“Okay, I understand.” He spoke. You held out your hand to shake his.

“It’s a promise then!” you said. “And if you break it, we break up.” He hesitated but shook your hand none the less.

“It’s settled then.” You smiled. He didn’t say anything in return. He just grabbed you by the shoulder pulling you toward him. His lips touched yours. You froze.

“I’d never imagined you’d agree to this so easily, I estimated having to put more effort into it, so my equanimity is kind of crumbling right now. But that means that from now on you’re all mine.” He grinned, walking out of the Lab, doing a fist-bump in the air. “Donatello, you did it again.” And he was gone.

Your knees buckled and you sank to the floor. “Shit.” You put your hand over your mouth. “What have I done.”

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After a few minutes of you trying to find your composure and slowing down your racing heart you began to walk back to the others.

“-and then they said yes and I kissed them and now we are dating.” You heard Donatello say and you saw him standing in front of the others his arms outstretched gesturing wildly. April and the boys looked at him dumbfounded. When they noticed you, their eyes fell on you staring at you questioningly. Donatello, realizing their eyes weren’t on him anymore turned around.

“(Y/n)! There you are!” he exclaimed, rushing toward you hugging you tightly. Your whole body became rigid and you blushed from embarrassment. You felt all eyes on you. Donnie then pulled back, only to lean in to kiss you again. In your panicked state you raised your hand and slapped him.

You heard gasps from the others, Donatello looking at you with wide eyes. You took him by the arm and pulled him back to the Lab.

He sat against the wall holding his face where you had slapped him, looking up at you. You paced in front of him then stopped and met his eyes.

“I would like for you to keep our relationship a secret.” You said.

“But why?” he answered with a hurt expression. “We are not doing anything we would need to hide.”

He was right. Under normal circumstances being loving in front of others was a normal relationship-thing to do. But seeing that you only agreed to date him since it would end quickly - as quickly as he would understand his mistake of loving you – you didn’t want the others to know. It saved you a lot of embarrassment and teasing.

“Well, it’s embarrassing, I don’t like the others staring. So please stop hugging me and doing other stuff in front of them.” You tried to explain. He didn’t answer, he just looked at your somber expression.

“Promise me, if you can’t keep your promise, I can’t date you!” he flinched then.

“Alright, alright….” He began. “I don’t understand what you mean, but if you don’t like it then I won’t do it. I’ll conceal our relationship and I’ll refrain from grabbing you in front of the others. I promise, so please…-” he held out his hand. “-stop making that face.” You extended your arm grabbing his hand in yours, shaking it.

You sighed and sat next to him, for a few seconds neither one of you said anything, then you felt his head drop on your shoulder. You looked at him. He was being needy. You’d never imagined Donatello being the kind of person to be needy with the one he likes. You felt him nuzzle closer to you. It looked adorable. For a few minutes you let him lean on you.

“We should get back to the others.” You said, standing up.

When you arrived back where the other were sitting you heard them talking with each other with hushed voices.

“There they are.” April whispered and you looked down ashamed. Donatello noticed.

“I was just joking.” He then proclaimed. The others didn’t look convinced. “You know me, Donatello, always the funny one. But I see my jestering didn’t get through to you. So, I’ll reiterate: me and (y/n) are not dating.” Mickey was the first one to react and speak up.

“Ha…haha, okay you got us there Donnie, uh- you two wanna sit back down?” You did, the rest of the evening went by with Donnie not once mentioning you or your relationship. April still teased you about it, when you walked out of the lair.

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It had been an uneventful day for you. It was getting dark as you walked back to your apartment. You decided to take the short route through the park next to your complex. As you had made it almost half way through you felt yourself being pulled into the nearby bushes. You wanted to scream and hit whoever had the nerve to touch you, but as you looked up you saw Donatello. He pushed you down by your shoulders so you laid on the grass.

“Alright, we should have some privacy here.” He said, kneeling down in between your legs.

“Huh? For what?” you asked.

“What do you think, we’re gonna have se-“ “-HEY, HEY, WHA-“ “Shhh, be quiet, do you want someone to find us?” He put his hand over your mouth. “Mhh.” Was all you could say. You had forgotten how strong he was, pulling at his arm to get his hand off your face was impossible for you. His other hand slowly went under your shirt. Tears began to fill your eyes. As he leaned over you, he saw your watery eyes and his widened.

“Are you cryin-“ In that moment both your hand came flying to his face from either side. He flinched back sitting up, you did the same and pushed at his shoulders to throw him off completely. You scrambled back.

“Are you insane?” you yelled at him.

“That’s what I want to ask. It’s fine, as long as the other are not here, right?”

“NO!” you sat down in front of him. “Why would you think it’s okay to do this- and in the bushes, at that.”

“We’re dating, let me at least do that.” He looked at you bewildered.

“If you want to do something like…that. You have to get consent from both parties involved!”

“Then give me consent.”

“No! Donnie, you’re being selfish! Kissing me without my input, wanting to have sex with me without my permission, you can’t do that, that’s not love! All you do is stuff you want, without thinking about my feelings first, wanting me all to yourself…it’s just selfish possession!”

You took a breath, you wanted him to realize this baby-duck-stuff on his own, but he was being an idiot. You had no other option than to tell him. Now he would get what a huge dimwit he’d been.

“Okay…I won’t kiss you until you agree, I won’t touch you until you agree and I won’t have sex with you until you agree.” He stood up, looking down to you. That’s not how you planned this at all. He reached his hand out to you and you flinched lightly.

“Come on, I said I won’t do anything.” He came down to your level. “Promise.” He held out his hand again and you shook it. You two were still dating.

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After your little incident in the park, Donatello kept his promise of not touching you.

For about a week your life got back to normal, you almost forgot about the whole dating thing.

Almost. You felt that he was unsatisfied with your arrangement. He tried not to show it, but his mood showed that he was frustrated. Today, the group had planned to have a movie night in the lair, when you and April arrived the boys already sat in the living room, except for Donnie. As you sat down on the couch, Leo came up to you.

“You’ll love this movie, (y/n), I picked it out with you in mind.” He slung his arm around your shoulder.

“Wow, now I’m actually excited to know, what you think it is I like.” You laughed lightly. Suddenly the atmosphere in the room changed, from light and happy to absolutely murderous. When you looked back, Donnie was standing in the doorway, with a dangerous look on his face. His face was twisted into a scowl. You stood up, walking towards him, taking his wrist in your hand, you pulled him to the side.

“That was just a friendly interaction, Donnie.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Suddenly you heard Leo giggling quietly. When you glanced at him, he was whispering something in Aprils ear, while looking at you.

“We’re not dating, Nardo!” Donnie said. “Come on, you’re making (y/n) uncomfortable.” Leonardo looked surprised then made eye contact with you.

“Sorry, we’ll stop.” You nodded, looking back at Donnie with one eyebrow raised.

“You do know that you were the one who told them in the first place, right?”

“I’m aware.” He looked sad. You wrecked your brain for a way to cheer him up.

“Donnie, after the movie…do you want to go grab a coffee with me?” His eyes widened and he looked at you.

“You…you don’t mind?”

“I’m totally fine with that, that’s why I asked.” You smiled at him.

“…yeah…yeah, I’ll get coffee with you.” He said quietly, holding his hand in front of his face to hide the blush. Your mouth opened in surprise, Donnie was overcome with joy and was trying to hide it. His blushing face was adorable.

After the movie ended you and Donnie began your walk to the nearest coffeeshop. He was wearing his hoodie, so he could hide his face. You were in thought. Donnie had protected you. Sure, it was just from his brother, but it made you happy. Maybe continuing to date him was a bad idea.

As you opened the door you heard a bell chime, Donnie and you ordered some coffee. As you waited a few feet away from the counter you looked at him. He was looking at you, his hood darkening his features while his eyes were half lidden.

“You kind of look like a dog right now.” You said smiling, your hand reaching out to pat his head.

“I’m a turtle…” he answered, looking away from you blushing.

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You sat in Donnies Lab on a chair, he had put in there just for you. You were on your phone just scrolling, Donnie tinkering with one of his newest inventions. You were getting kind of bored and got up, deciding to get something to drink. When you were almost out the door you felt something tuck on the back of your shirt, you turned. It was Donnie, he had stood up and held on to your shirt with his hand. When he realized what he’d done he let go, looking away.

“Sorry.” He just mumbled. You looked at his face, it was slightly red. You turned and walked up to him.

“Donnie, if you want attention, you can just ask.” You told him.

“I wasn’t thinking that.” He answered, sitting back on his chair. You did the same, rolling your chair up to his.

“But I was wondering…do you have any experience in this kind of area?” He looked at you.

“What area? Like…like that?” He frowned.

“No…just dating-stuff.”

“No, not dating.” You contemplated for a few seconds. “But I had crushes before, like that one guy in Kindergarten…” you twirled your chair, coming to a stop with you facing away from him.

He dropped his head on your shoulder then.

“Donnie?” you asked slowly looking at him.

“I love you…I love you…I love you (y/n)!” You felt his face scrunch up.

“I thought that if I started dating you this weird feeling inside me would go away, but no such luck. I’d hoped that if I make you mine physically, I’d settle down, but I guess not.”

And you realized when he said that, that he was absolutely and utterly serious about you. You did something horrible by agreeing to dating him. This whole thing wasn’t a misunderstanding of his affection for you. He truly and desperately wants you. You were the one with the wrong idea, you were the idiot, you had no intention of accepting these strong feelings from him. You couldn’t do this to him anymore, it was horrible.

“Donatello!” You turned around, facing him. “I…I can’t date you anymore!” you said grabbing his arms. His face went from shock to sadness.

“Why…” he began, his voice quiet. “-would you say that? If you’re not satisfied with-“

“No!” you interrupted him. “It’s not that, I actually didn’t agree to dating you because I liked you-“

“(Y/n).”

“-or because I could grow to like you. I also didn’t do it to be nice-“

“(Y/n)!” He said a little louder, you stopped talking.

“You agreed to dating me because I’m your friend and it would’ve been annoying for you if I was constantly begging you to date me. You decided you would just do it, until I’m satisfied.” You blinked.

“How…”

“Yeah, duh, I already knew that, you know I’m a genius, right? Don’t underestimate my deduction skills. (Y/n), I just didn’t care. I wanted to make you mine through any means possible. So, I know all this so please-“ he looked at you with pleading eyes. “-don’t break up with me.”

“Donnie, I can’t give you anything.”

“I’m saying it’s fine, it’s enough for me to know that I’m the one closest to you.” Your stomach churned.

“Please, stay by my side.” He was wearing this unbearable expression of worry and sadness. It didn’t fit his character at all, his cockiness and narcissism gone. Because of you. You rushed to hug him.

“Okay Donnie, we won’t break up, I’ll try to fall for you, so please-“pulling back you took his face in your hands. “-don’t make that face.” He averted his eyes but kept a small smile.

“…kay.” He just said, looking at you again. He then leaned in closer, stopping a few inches from your face.

“Can I?” Your eyes widened, Donatello asked for permission. This is a whole new problem. You couldn’t really refuse him.

“Yes, but, slowly please, and no more than kissing.” You said closing your eyes. Donatello looked at you, face flushed, eyes closed, fully trusting him. If he could fall any harder for you, he would. Instead, he leaned in all the way, closing the gap. His lips were warm against yours. As he pulled away, both of you looked each other in the eyes, blushing.

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“I’ll try to fall for you” is what you said, but how does one even begin to try to fall in love with someone? You didn’t know, and the internet wasn’t giving you any answers either. You would just try harder, yeah, that sounded like a good plan. You were sat on a bench in the same park that Donatello so gracefully pulled you into the bushes that one night. It was getting dark, just like last time. You were waiting for him. He was supposed to meet you here, to have a coffee date. That’s one thing you started doing with him regularly, you met, talked for a bit and said goodbye with him asking for a kiss. Up until now everything was really easy.

“Hey.” Donatello was making his way to you and he plopped down on the bench.

“Hi, Donnie. I got your coffee right here.” You held the cup up, he grabbed it.

“Thanks.” You sat like that for a minute before you decided to lay your head on his shoulder. Donnie jumped slightly looking down at you. He didn’t move and the both of you lingered like that. But then you decided to grab his hand and hold it in yours. He then lightly shoved you off.

“What are you doing?” you asked him, but seeing his annoyed expression you shut up.

“Don’t force yourself, dummie, just because we are officially dating now, doesn’t mean we have to do couple things.” He tried to explain himself.

“No, but if you are serious about me, then I will be serious about dating you. I told you I would try my best!” You were irritated, it seemed that Donnie didn’t believe in you.

“That’s a nice gesture, but in actuality it is me who has to put in labor, you don’t have to do anything.”

You didn’t understand why he wanted to put work in all by himself, he almost never worked alone. His brothers almost always beside him. So why would he insist on it with you. He should trust that you’ll fall for him eventually.

“I don’t want to leave it all up to you.” You said. “Donnie, I want to fall in love with you, too.”

There was silence between you for a second before he spoke again.

“No way!”

“Why not?”

“Just sit there quietly and date me.”

“Donnie, don’t ignore my feelings!” When you said that he hesitated.

Donnie knew that it was impossible to force feelings, no matter how much work someone put into trying. And since he lacked any kind of confidence that you’d eventually fall for him too, of course he didn’t understand why you’d force yourself. You looked at him with sad eyes and started to mumble.

“Don’t you want to hold my hand?” He blushed at that and grumbled slightly, holding out his hand. You took it smiling and laid your head back on his shoulder. After a few minutes you spoke again.

“You were so adamant about the no couple-stuff. But is it possible you’re just embarrassed?” It was funny seeing him so flustered just to hold hands, since you two kissed before.

“You’ve got no self-preservation, (y/n). You do remember me jumping you? In this park to be exact.” You let out a huff. You grabbed his hand tighter to reassure him.

“Yeah, I remember, but you won’t do that again, because you promised.”

You two sat like that for some time, until both of you realized how late it was and decided to head home. After you stood up and said goodbye to each other his hand came up to your face, stopping before touching you and he made eye contact.

“May I kiss you?”

“You may.” You giggled. He smiled, his hand caressed your cheek and he leaning in for a quick kiss.

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You were standing in the kitchen, looking for some food when your phone started vibrating in your pocket. You leaned against the counter pulling it out. Donatellos name flashed on the screen. You put the phone up to your ear.

“Hey, Donnie, what’s up?” You weren’t expecting his call.

“Greetings, I was just wondering if you were doing anything tonight?” Donnies voice was excited, but you could tell he was trying to sound cool and collected.

“No. I didn’t plan anything. I was just about to make some food.” You answered, opening another cabinet, looking inside.

“Well, cease that action.” You closed the cabinet-door. “I wanted to ask you if you’d like to go for dinner at Run-of-the-Mill Pizza, just the two of us. If you want. Of course.” You smiled, that’s why he sounded so nervous.

“A date with Othello von Ryan. How could I say no to that.” You chuckled and heard a scoff on the other end of the line.

“Your insolence is high today I see.” You could hear the grin on his face. “I’m gonna be there in 10.”

As you expected, exactly 10 minutes after you hung up there was a knock on the door. You made your way out and walked with him for a few minutes before stepping into a dimly lit alley. You then stepped through the entry portal that was hidden behind a graffiti mural. You sat down in one of the booths and ordered a big pizza to share. While waiting you made small conversation, landing on the time he fought the purple dragons.

“-and then these buffoons stole all of my Tech to use for their evil doings!” Donnie was gesturing wildly, obviously still mad at the small club for using his Technology that way.

“I kind of get it, you know?” you said looking thoughtful. “Your Tech is really amazing!” You looked at him. “I mean, you built so much cool stuff in your Lab, even creating artificial intelligence.” He stared at you for a second then he sprouted a cocky grin.

“Are you hitting on me, (y/n)?” You blushed but then rolled your eyes.

“Okay, you know what, forget I said anything.” Crossing your arms you leaned back against the cushion, smiling.

“No, no, go on, I’d love to hear more about this cool stuff I create.” His arrogance skyrocketing. You tried to jab back.

“Don’t get cocky with me von Ryan!” you said leaning in, poking his chest with your finger. He let you push him back against the backrest. He looked at you through half lidden eyes.

“Sure, we better not start something you can’t finish.” He shrugged smugly.

“Oh, you little-“ you were about to say, but the waiter came to your table with your Pizza.

The rest of the date was really calm. After you had finished the food, Donnie took out his purple wallet and paid for the both of you. When you looked like you wanted to interject, he held up a hand, saying that he had invited you, so he would pay. You got up and he walked you back to your apartment. Standing in front of your door, you opened it, looking back at him.

“I had fun today.” You spoke. He looked at you with adoration. You started to redden under his intense gaze.

“Me too.” He averted his eyes then looking at the floor. You knew what he wanted to ask.

“You can kiss me goodbye, Donnie, we always do.” You said softly. His eyes met yours again and he smiled, coming closer, his hand coming up to the back of your neck, pulling you up very slowly and giving you the gentlest of kisses. You closed your eyes. When both of you pulled away Donnies face was flushed. He said goodbye and hurried away. You stood in the doorway for a minute trying to get your bearing. Something was wrong with your stomach, it felt like the Pizza inside you was doing pirouettes.

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“Come on…come on…Piece of-“ your hand came down on top of your TV, which at the moment only showed static. You really just wanted to wind down with your favorite show, but you stupid TV had foiled your plans. You had a rough day, your patience thin, you really didn’t need this right now. You groaned falling back, laying on the floor. You contemplated to just go to bed, but you weren’t tired at all and you really didn’t wanna miss an episode. You put your hands over your eyes, you knew who to call, and you knew that he would drop everything to help you.

You felt bad calling him over just to fix your TV, but you decided if he wasn’t busy saving New York, he could spend his time saving you.

Donatello was sitting next to your TV, with cables everywhere. He was making his in-absolute-concentration-face. You were just sitting next to him, having no idea what Donnie was doing. After about 5 minutes of him just pulling and re-plugging cables he took a step back admiring his work, looking satisfied.

“Alright, I found the problem, if this should happen again- which it should not, but- look, you just need to take this blue cable and connect it to this one, I rearranged them so it’d be easier for you.” You looked at the cables, it really was easier to see what belonged where. You were impressed. When Donnie connected the blue cable, the TV sprang back to live, your show coming on screen.

“Woah! Thank you so much Donnie!” you shouted. “You’re the best!” You jumped on him hugging him tightly. After a moment you realized his body had gone stiff as a board and you pulled back fast. Donnie was looking at you with wide eyes. You felt bad.

“Oh shit, Donnie, I touched you without both of us agreeing, I’m sorry.” Donnies eyes seemed to focus then and he shook his head.

“No, please.” He pulled you back into him, hugging you tighter. “It’s alright!” There was urgency in his voice. “You don’t have to ask. I was just shocked you initiated it.” He tried explaining. You put your arms up and around his neck. You stayed like this for a while, hugging while sitting on the floor.

You were pulled out of your moment together when Donatellos Wrist-gauntlet started to beep. Donnie groaned pulling away slightly and answered the call.

“Don, where are you, we have a mission, Bro!” you heard Mickeys voice. Donnie let go of you then and began walking towards the window.

“I’ll be right with you, I had to take care of something.” He then pressed something on the screen and the call ended. He turned to you.

“Got to go, see you later. Have fun watching your show.” You walked up to him.

“Thank again, bye and be careful.” You said, while leaning up. He immediately leaned down too and you kissed each other goodbye.

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Donnie didn’t know what to do, he was dating you, but he wanted more. So much more… But you, being the nice person that you were, were just indulging him. You didn’t love him, he knew that, he didn’t know how to proceed.

He needed to talk to someone about it.

“Raph?” he walked into Raphaels room. “I need to talk to you about something.”

“Sure, Donnie, what’s up?” Raph sat on his bed, one leg hanging off.

“Do you remember when I said that me dating (y/n) was a joke?” he asked.

“Yeah?” Raph furrowed his brows.

“It wasn’t a joke.” Donnie looked to the floor. Raphs lip twitched.

“No way. Really. I never would have guessed.” Donnie looked up at his brother.

“But Raph, I want (y/n) to look only at me, is that weird?” he said sitting down next to him.

“No? I don’t think so.” He answered.

“So…is it normal to want to tie them up, lock them away, somewhere where no one can find them? And if someone finds them beat the crap out of that person for getting too close? I was told that those feelings are just possessiveness, not real love.” Raph listened intently, but seeing his brothers fearful expression, he had to smile.

“So why not do it?” He asked. Donnie looked puzzled. “Why not lock them up, beat others up?”

“No…Raph, they’d just get really sad and probably cry, so I’d rather see them smiling, than doing any of that stuff.” As Donnie finished saying that, Raph laughed.

“Brother, you have nothing to worry about, you’re fine. And listen, if they are dating you, they have to at least like you right?” Donnie stood up, walking to the door.

“Yeah, thanks, Raph!”

He went to his Room, laying on his own bed, his thoughts wandered to you again, like every minute of everyday it seemed. He decided to text you.

‘What are you doing?’ you read as you sat down on your bed. It was Donnie, you grinned.

‘Just got out of the shower.’ You wrote back. You sat your phone down but it immediately pinged again.

‘What a turn on.” You chuckled, to think Donnie would ever utter such words.

‘You must really like me, huh?’ You answered keeping the phone in your hand, expecting an immediate reply, but it didn’t come. You waited some more, deciding to get ready for bed. After an hour of him not replying you went to sleep.

You’re woken up by your phone pinging on your night table. You reached for it, reading the message.

‘I’m crazy about you.’

You felt your stomach flip and you smiled, realizing that, the smile vanished.

“What am I so happy for?” you didn’t know what to write back, so you just fell back asleep.

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It was the perfect rainy and cold weather for a lazy day playing video games in the lair. It was your turn to play and you went against April. The others cheering. After April beat you embarrassingly hard you decided to just sit on the couch and watch, sitting between Leo and Donnie.

“Man, I really need to practice.” You grumbled.

“You’ll get there, April beats all of as at this game, except for Mickey.” Leo said, patting your shoulder reassuringly. You breathed out a laugh. When you looked to your other side you saw how Donnie was sitting, very straight, not one part of his body touching you. He had his eyebrows furrowed and when he saw you looking at him, he quickly averted his eyes.

“You good Bro?” Even Leo had noticed his brothers weirdness. Donnie began to sweat.

“Yeah! What? Yeah! I’m just sitting here, with my friends, my just-friends, my Bros…my Buddies.” He was avoiding any eye contact, looking at anything in the room but you two. He finished off his blabbering with pumping his fist against your shoulder. “Right, friend?” He forced a smile. Leo and you just stared at him. He was acting very weird and you had an idea why. You told him to hide your relationship in front of the others, but he was trying too hard. You needed to talk to him.

“Leo, would you excuse us, I need to talk to my friend, here.” Leo just nodded and followed you with his eyes as you walked out the room with Donnie. In the hallway you turned back to him.

“Donnie, what are you doing? I know I said hide our relationship in front of the other, but geez.” He looked at you with guilt in his eyes.

“I know, I’m sorry, I was just trying to disguise it as friendship, but I guess I overcompensated.” His arm came up to rub his neck. He was nervous. “I just want to be close to you all the time and it’s hard to hold back.”

“Listen, Don, we’ve been friends before all this ‘relationship’-stuff, so just act like normal, like my friend Donatello. You can touch me. I just meant no kissing and hugging and stuff.” You smiled trying to calm his nerves. His eyes began to lighten up.

“That’s good to know, I really didn’t know what to do.” He smiled sheepishly. You swung your arm around his and walked him back to the living room.

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You walked into the lair not knowing what to expect, Donnie had texted you and had asked if you had time to come over. He had mentioned wanting to discuss something with you. You looked around the room not seeing anyone.

“Donnie?” you called out, hearing crashing and some curses, before Donnie came out of his Lab. You walked up to him and gave him a quick hug.

“So, what was it you wanted to discuss with me?” you asked following him to his room after he made the hand motion to come with him. He sat down on his bed and you did the same. He was fidgeting with his hands before looking at you.

“I want to ask for something, but if you don’t want to, it’s totally fine.” He said, his voice unsure. You just nodded so he continued.

“I know, I’ve been asking a lot of you, and I should be fine with what you give me, so feel free to decline, but I wanted to ask if you would like to…um, I-“ he began to stutter. You grabbed his hand to reassure him.

“It’s okay, Donnie, talk to me.” You smiled at him. He smiled back looking relieved.

“I’ve been craving your touch a lot lately and I thought maybe we could…cuddle?” you blinked, not saying anything for a few seconds. Donnie face turned nervous again.

“Ah, I knew it was too much to ask, forget I said anything.” He smiled at you giving your hand a squeeze. Your stomach whirled. Was it okay for you two to just snuggle? Couples do that all the time. And you weren’t really against it. Donnie, always against physical touch. It was funny how he totally threw that out the window with you. You felt kind of happy about that.

“Okay.” You just said. Donnie paused, confused, he never thought you’d actually agree to this.

“Are you sure?” No, you weren’t. If felt like you were overstepping some line and once you would cross it, there would be no turning back. But you ignored the feeling and took his other hand, so you were holding both.

“Yeah, let’s do it. Where do you want me?” you questioned him, and he looked at his bed.

“Uh, just lay down in front of me, I guess.” So, you did, you laid down on your side. He laid down behind you, his arms coming around your waist.

“Is this okay?” you felt his arm hoovering over your body, not yet touching you.

“Yes.” Your face started to heat up after he dropped his arm and snuggled close to you. His face at the back of your neck. You felt his breath on your skin. You suppressed a shudder. This felt nice, cozy even. You just laid there snuck against his plastron, breathing calmly. You closed your eyes. You could fall asleep like this. Warm and comfortable, this felt so natural to do with him, you were amazed.

You woke up, you were confused for a second, not knowing where you were, this wasn’t your room. But then you felt arms around you and you remembered. Donnie had asked you to cuddle. You had fallen asleep.

“You woke up.” Donnies soft voice came from behind you, he sounded like he was smiling. You rubbed your eyes.

“How long was I out?”

“About half an hour.”

“Oh.” You just said, in your tired state you snuggled closer to him. You heard his breath hitch. Then he loosened his grip on you.

“Thank you for this.” He spoke, very softly shaking your shoulder. “But my family will be here soon.”

You slowly opened your eyes again, sitting up. He was right, you did not want the others to see this. Why didn’t you want that again? You got up and stretched, then turning to face Donatello.

“I should go then.” You spoke quietly. He looked up at you.

“Yeah. Thanks again, for doing this.” You smiled at him bending down, giving him a quick peck.

“You’re welcome. Uh…see you later, right?” you asked timidly. Why were you so nervous all of a sudden.

“Yeah.” He answered with a woozy smile.

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You sat on your sofa, you were waiting for April, she had asked you to help her with something. Apparently, she snatched an interview with some boss from a company that she deemed ‘super-duper-suspicious’, and you had to come with her. You didn’t mind, it was a good distraction from all the Donnie-drama.

Then you heard a knock. April is early? But you realized the knocking didn’t come from the door, but the window. You walked up seeing Donnie hovering in font of your window. You opened it up.

“Donnie? What are you doing here?” you asked.

“What do you mean? It’s time for our coffee-date, like always?” he looked confused. Shit. He was right, you totally forgot to call off your meeting. You felt horrible.

“Oh, Donnie, I’m sorry, I have to help April, I forgot to tell you, I can’t today.” His expression became sad then.

“What about later, then? He asked. You thought for a minute, you didn’t know how long the interview would go on, but you were sure you’d be exhausted when you’d be back home.

“…No, sorry, I don’t think I can make it.”

“Oh.” You could tell he was disappointed, but trying not to show it. Your stomach sank, he was making that expression again, the one you couldn’t stand to look at.

“Well, I’ll see you later then and be careful.” He started to fly off, when you grabbed his arm.

“Ah- I just, don’t make that face, Donnie. Is there a way I can make you feel better?”

You wanted to make him feel better, you did. He had just asked for some kissing. But it had turned into a full on make out session. The way he was kissing you against the living room wall made you weak in the knees. He was too good at this.

“Donnie.” You whispered. Pulling back a little. “April is going to be here any minute.”

“Just a little more.” He answered, his face serious. “Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah…okay.” And he immediately leaned back down, kissing you again. His hands had taken your wrist and pushed them down next to your head. His grip on you was strong, you realized. It kind of hurt. Then you felt his tongue against your lips, you gasped surprised. His tongue then slid inside your mouth. It felt amazing and you whined against his lips. After you heard the noise you’d made, you started to freak out but you didn’t want to push him away either. You agreed to kissing him, but now your heart beat so fast and loud you heard it in your ears. You began to tear up. What was going on with you. Donatello pulled away then.

“I love you.” He huffed, but after realizing that you were crying, he withdrew his hands from you. Then he saw his Handprints on your skin, he took a step back from you, ashamed.

“No.” he said, his voice desperate. “I forced you again.”

“What? No, Donnie, we both agreed to this!” But he shook his head.

“Damn it, I want to treat you gently, it’s like I lose myself every time I touch you.” Donnie knew why you were crying. You grimace told the whole story of you wanting to return his feelings but couldn’t. He forced you into this relationship, and he was beginning to regret it. In that moment the back of your hand tapped his chest.

“I didn’t agree to kissing you, to make you feel bad, you know? Don’t get in your head.”

He looked like he wanted to say something but a knocking on the door had you both looking to the entrance. It was April. You ushered Donnie out of the Window.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said, pecking his cheek, closing the window and opening the door.

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You laid in your bed with your face in the pillow. You had to organize your emotions and feelings. That was the task you wanted to achieve today.

You knew you liked Donnie, in the sense that his feelings were important enough to you to not ignore them. You also wanted to protect him. But you weren’t sure if that counts as romantic feelings. The fluttering in your stomach and your raised heartbeat could just be your nervousness.

This whole thing was taking a toll on you, even April commented on the dark rings under your eyes. You were worrying about returning Donnies feelings constantly, so much so that some nights you couldn’t sleep. Was it even possible to fall in love trough hard work, you’ve never heard of it.

“Shiiiiiiit.” You felt tears on your cheeks.

Maybe you could stop trying and let it come naturally, Donnie was smart, charismatic and for you he tried to be really considerate. But you wanted your love to come as fast as possible, to make him feel better, you didn’t want to cause him any more pain. But for that to work you’d have to fall for him, and you wanted to, but you’ve never been in love before and you didn’t know what to feel, this wasn’t like that kid in your kindergarten at all.

Wait.

You wanted to get you mind in order. You tried again.

If you’d confess your feelings for Donnie and he would recognize that your feelings weren’t real, he would make that awful face again, which scared you.

You did not want to hurt him, because he was important to you. You liked him. Yes, you did. If it’s romantic you weren’t sure, but you wanted to let him know these feelings that you had.

You wiped the tears from your eyes and began running, grabbing your jacket you made your way to the lair.

You excitedly climbing down the stairs. You wanted to tell Donatello about your feelings as fast as possible. You were almost all the way down, when your excitement caused you to lose footing and fall down. You hit the ground, but feeling no pain you looked down, seeing you fell onto Donnie himself. You got up, now sitting on top of him.

“Donnie!” you shouted. “Just the guy I wanted to see.” He groaned, holding his head.

“You need to be more careful when you climb the ladder, ow.” But you didn’t care about that at this moment.

“I have to tell you something!” you said eagerly. He just laid there, peering up at you.

“I want to tell you that I li-“ You were interrupted by Donnie pushing you off of him, when you got up again to ask him why he did that you saw his brothers coming in.

“They are gonna see.” Donnie whispered to you. You clenched your teeth. You were the one who told him that, you knew. But the rules were unimportant right now. His brothers came up to you.

“Hey guys.” Leo said. “What’re you doing on the floor?” You stopped to think, maybe confessing your feelings to Donnie in front of his brothers wasn’t such a good idea. You searched for an exit.

“We wanted to buy some coffee. You guys want anything?” you asked.

“Sure.” Raph spoke up. “I’ll get a-“ But you didn’t listen to the 3 boys telling you their order, you just looked at Donnie, he was eying you suspiciously.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, got it, we’ll be going then, won’t be long, buh-bye now!” you got up, pulling Donnie with you.

You two were walking the street toward the coffee-shop. Donnie looked at you from the side. He saw your dark circles under and the redness around your eyes. You had been crying again and now you wanted to tell him something. He had a bad feeling about this.

You came to a stop in front of the big store window and peeked inside. There were a lot of people. So many in fact, that you both decided you would go in alone to get the coffee, so people wouldn’t see Donatello. Which was okay for you, you could wait a few minutes before confessing to him.

As you waited in line you glanced outside. Donnie was leaning against a lamppost scrolling on his phone. You smiled. All of a sudden you felt a hand brush your butt. You froze, did you imagine that? Then you felt it again, this time the hand was slightly groping your ass. Instead of fighting back like you had thought your body would do in this situation, he betrayed you, completely freezing up. You thought of Donnie, but you couldn’t let him be seen. Shit. You were scared, terrified. This didn’t feel right, you tried to will your body to move. Your eyes started to burn and you blinked, feeling tears escape. When you heard the guy behind you pant, you lost it, you fought your stupor and rushed out of the building. You heard Donnie calling your name, but your mind was in fight or flight, and since you didn’t fight the guy, you ran.

It didn’t take long for Donnie to catch up to you. You still made it all the way to the park, where you and Donnie always drank your coffee. He pulled you back.

“(Y/n), Hey! What’s going on?” Your eyes darted in his direction unseeing. You were in a state of pure panic. Donatello understanding that, sprang into action. Pulling you down to sit on a bench he spoke to you in a calm voice.

“(y/n), you are currently having a panic attack.” He started. Rubbing circles on your back. “I want you to know that whatever scared you is no longer here, you are safe. I understand that you are frightened, but I need you to try and breathe.” He helped you by taking some inhales and exhales together with you. After a few minutes you had calmed down enough for him to get an explanation out of you.

“-and then I heard him pant behind me and I just ran away.” Donnie couldn’t believe what he had heard. He would search for the security camera footage, he would find that guy, he would hunt him down, and he would kill him for touching you. Seeing his plotting-face you gently touched his arm.

“Don’t do anything stupid, Donnie, I can’t see you when you’re in jail.” You laughed. But Donatello was confused.

“Why didn’t you call out to me. I could’ve helped you, you know? I would’ve stomped that guy into the ground for touching you.” You blinked at him.

“I couldn’t.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Donnie, people would have seen you!” Donnie stared at you perplexed.

“Who cares about that while their being harassed?” You began to cry again.

“I DO! When he touched me, I thought about you, but I couldn’t risk you being exposed. And what if you hit him, the police would’ve been called, you’d be found out, you’d go to jail and it’d be all my fault.” You wailed. “When I realized that I stopped myself from calling out to you. You being uncovered, that’s even scarier.”

Donnie had listened to you intently. His hands were balled to fists.

“You know, ever since we started dating, all you have done is cry.” You looked down. He continued.

“I don’t understand it, it’s my first time after all. Loving someone this much. Wanting them all to myself. Wanting to cherish them. Wanting them to smile more. Wanting to change who I am for them.” He took a breath. “Earlier, if it were April or Sunita with you, you would have asked them to help, right?” He began to grin humorlessly. “I can’t even protect you, all I do is make you cry and force you into things and then wind up hurting you myself. I’m the worst.”

He got up from the bench then. You kept looking down.

“I’ll break up with you.” Your eyes widened. “For making you go out with me and for falling in love with you, I’m sorry.” Your brain didn’t compete what he had said. As he took his first step away from you, you heard voices coming closer. Leo, Mickey and Raph were making their way towards you.

“What are you doing here?” Donnie said, he really didn’t feel like talking with them at the moment.

“You told us it won’t be long, that was an hour ago!” Mickey said, worry in his tone. Right, you wanted to bring them all coffee, you totally forgot.

“There was an incident at the coffee-shop.” Donatello said. He looked down at you again, but you didn’t react to anything. He sighed.

“Let’s go home. (y/n) wants to be alone right now.” He ushered his brothers away, wanting you to have some time to yourself.

It all came crashing down on you. Donatello just dumped you, deciding to do that all on his own again. You wanted to go after him. But you hesitated. Maybe it was the best for both of you.

You bend over and laid your arms and head on your knees. Your eyes fell on a purple leather wallet on the floor. Wasn’t that Donatellos? You had seen it when he bought the Pizza. You picked it up and opened it. A piece of paper fell out. You reached for it folding it up. You read what was written on the little note, you breath hitched.

· don’t get mad when they talk to others.

· Hide that we’re dating

· Don’t touch them in front of the others

· Don’t touch them until we both agree

He wrote down the promises he made with you. The piece of paper looked worn and crumbled. It was proof that Donatello had read and reread and reread them over and over. You were sure that in moments where he didn’t know what to do, he vowed to at least hold these promises.

Your stomach fluttered and your heart beat faster. These two things happening a lot lately. You thought it was just nervousness, but you finally got it. It wasn’t nervousness at all.

Donatello, he’s an idiot, he’s narcissistic, he stubborn, he’s cocky, he’s arrogant, he’s a pain in the ass…But you didn’t want to lose him. Thoughts rushed inside your head. You were scared that whatever you were feeling wasn’t romantic, and when you thought about it, it wasn’t typical romance at all. The way you felt so comfortable with him and the way he would touch you making you weak. It wasn’t just a crush. What you were feeling for Donatello was love!

You got up wanting to run after him.

“Dona-“ you stumbled over your feet, falling down. You panicked.

“NOOO!” you screamed. Donnie turned around.

“I don’t care about protection and I don’t care about crying because of you, I don’t care, you make me feel safe, and you make me smile way more than you make me cry. Those are all part that I love about you!” You cried louder. He started racing in your direction.

“Don’t go!” he ran faster.

“Stay!” almost there.

“Stay by my side!” he finally reached you and he fell to his knees hugging you.

“I won’t leave, I’ll stay with you.” He panted. You hugged him tighter. Suddenly he stirred.

“Wait, you love me? Why didn’t you say anything?” He questioned you.

“I know, I just realized today! That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” You pulled back a little. Seeing his troubled expression, you smiled softly. “I’m sorry I made you wait, Donnie.” He blushed hugging you again.

“Aww, isn’t this just cute.” You heard Raph say from further away. Donnie pulled back then, holding you by your shoulder an armlength away, rubbing his eyes.

“Shit, sorry.” He started to say but you interrupted him with crashing your lips on his. After you pulled back you looked at his flushed face.

“Forget about the stuff you got written down. Instead- never ever let me go again!” Donnie began to smile, then he held out his hand.

“Promise.” He said as you shook his hand.

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