#michalangelo x reader

[t0ta11y-n0t-cup1d]

You’ve showed in a few of your drabbles and fics the boys’ more instinctive behaviors when it comes to the people they like (like Leo with his tapping/claw fluttering). Do you think you could tell us a bit more about how you think each of the boys act differently around the person they like due to their instincts and more “turtle-like” behavior? I think it’s super cute and cool that you try to incorporate those traits into your fics! I’d love to see more of it 💞💞💞

Instinct

꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ ;; small habits that you've picked up from the turtles

taglist ;; @apostlephobe

req ;; yes/no

gn reader—they/them prns

warnings ;; swearing

raph ;;

— not just because he's an alligator snapping turtle, but i think he would display a lot of cuteness/affectionate aggression!!

— i.e. playful bites, playfighting (very, VERY careful playfighting. he is a big boy and can crush you easily.)

— he deffo chirps and churrs, but it's absolutely the deepest out of the brothers. like it's SCARY how deep his churrs can get.

— on the topic of sounds, he deffo makes like dog-whining sounds when he's upset :( like the high-pitched ones (he makes them whenever he's really REALLY worried or just upset)

— big tail go whoosh. mostly sways when he's nervous/happy!!!! he loves u but stay back when he's REALLY happy mans can knock you into your feet by accident :(

— do not the tail unless u tell him first + get permission. easy way to death is to touch his tail without asking bc his first reaction will be to swing it HARD (not intentionally) and it WILL give you a concussion.

leo ;;

— prone to chirping. that's it. loves to chatter and prattle on, especially about how much he loves you, and will only ever stop if you give him kisses + affection, and will do so with soft chirps <3

— ALSO CHURRS!! but gets embarrassed about it and tries to do it in private/ when only you are around (p.s. he churrs almost all the time when y'all r alone)

— like mentioned in the post, he flutters and taps his claws!! this one is more instinctive so he gets HELLA embarrassed when y'all r doing whatever and his hands go to your face and gently tap or wiggle against your cheeks

— (melts if you do it back to him)

— y'all seen those photos of red-eared sliders riding on top of softshells?? yeah that but you. he will LAY ON YOU any chance he gets homeboy loves to cuddle

— his tail isn't as big as raph's, but deffo is as expressive, it wags alot, mostly when he's happy,, but like his churrs, he normally tries to control himself and his reactions so around others, his tail will twitch a little around you, but it's full-on wagging when ur alone :]]

donnie ;;

- homeboy growls more often than actual churrs, but u can BET UR ASS that as soon as u say sumn as little as 'wow, that's so cool!' or 'ooh, ur so smart!' to him HE LOSES IT homeboy becomes a chirruped, churring mess

- obv he's preferential w physical touch, but is in heaven when u massage his shoulders after a long day of missions/work (shrimp posture) and he subconsciously churrs (despite him denying it)

- when feeling needy/ in a lovey-dovey mood, he tends to nudge ur head w his, veryvery gently

- so much so that it can be a silent way (cough cough bad boy image) of him asking for affection/ attention from u w/o having to actually ask

- unlike raph and leo. does not. NOT like having his tail touched he will bite and snap at u outta pure instinct.

- SPEAKING OF WHICH gentle bites and deffo some playfighting bc softshells r aggressive but he loves u a lot :]] also when annoyed/agitated/threatened. neck. he turns around/ stretches his neck (not much) to look bigger + more intimidating (it just looks silly)

mikey ;;

- straight out the gate we all know he's affectionate and touchy asf. i know i said it for all of them but.

- PLAYFIGHTING!!!!!;;;;!!!!:!!!:: but he don't hold back. he is BITING he is SCRATCHING he is PLAYING DIRTY!!!!!!!!!!!! (he learned it from leo)

- tends to just. bumpbump nudgenudge u when he wants affection (or whines for it bc #youngest-child-syndrome)

- considering how talkative and very open-w-his-feelings he is, he's probbles the most comfortable openly chirping and churring around you, he does not care bc he wants u to know u make him happy/comfy enough to be able to do those sounds :))

- the tail!! wags like CONSTANTLY but similar to raph's, don't touch unless given permission (he bites)

LUV FROM ;; CUPEZ

A/N ;; HIIII hi guys :) lol sorry for going missing. i have no excuse. ANYWAYYYYY sorry for such a lil upload and IM SO SORRY FOR GETTING THIS REQ DONE SO LATE :(((((( anyhow, i HOPE (not promising) that i can start writing more and more soon!! busy w school but y'all know how it is!!!!

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[simping-on-the-daily]

Claws, Katanas, Compassion and Ketamine

Summary: You were the link between Vanessa and Wade during their breakup. They get back together, creating the perfect triangle. And then Wolverine shows up too, because you totally live in a suite apartment that can fit everyone.

Notes: God I love poly, mutant!reader, gn!reader, I wrote this in one day and thirty minutes last night and I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be obvious

Warnings: Gets real suggestive near the end but it's a fade to black, typical Deadpool content, from swearing to sex, reader does drugs and is very unhinged Wade’s just worse, not betaread we die like Worstie’s X-Men

The three of you ‘broke up’ in your shitty but homey apartment. Vanessa knew that her death caused Wade to try and kill himself numerous times, and dying shook her up a bit. After being rejected by the Avengers, Wade spent too much time hating himself and wondering where he went wrong, unintentionally neglecting his relationship with both of you

You were the red rope, the link, the buckle on the belt, it seemed. Shit got messy, Wade assumed too fast, but Vanessa wanted to be with you and you still loved Wade, vice versa. Vanessa tried to work stuff out herself, moving out, you stayed at the apartment, and Wade went to live with Blind Al again. You video chatted and texted everyday, and did your darndest to be by both sides.

Vanessa called you one day. She'd gotten the therapy, she said. Wanted to get back with Wade, try again at the least. You encouraged her to try and ask at Wade's surprise party, an extra present to add to the love in the late mutant’s life. Vanessa blew you kisses through the computer, and you mimicked catching them and placing the kisses on your cheek.

Then Wade got kidnapped, and came back two days later, claiming to have saved your entire universe, with some extra company.

“You must think saving the world's sexy, huh, Vanny?” You joked to Vanessa, lightly elbowing her after she and Wade made the promise attempted to try again over his second birthday dinner.

“Shut up and kiss me.” Vanessa put a finger to your chin in jest, and you accepted, embracing her with a gentle kiss to the lips.

“Already getting on it without me?” Wade interrupted, a metaphorical eyebrow raised in light-hearted query, poking in from the room you were in. Your response was simply to blow a kiss, which Wade quickly grabbed and pressed his hand against his cheek, swooning like a teenage girl. Vanessa simply giggled, and dragged you both back to join the party.

You all moved into Blind Al's apartment, in truth because you wanted to take Blind Al's coke. Wade said you couldn't, however, because that was the one thing Feige said they couldn't do. “What a pussy.” You grumbled, throwing the stash back into the floor where it belonged. And then Mary Puppins pissed on your leg, because apparently the nicest Deadpool hadn't potty trained his dog for some reason. Dick.

Oh, and the motherfucking Wolverine was here for some reason.

“Disney's gonna make him keep at this until he's 90, so we gotta give the senior citizen a house otherwise we'll get canceled for elderly abuse.” Wade 'explained’ to you in a whisper, and you nodded intently like you understood. Logan gave a middle finger in response.

He existed, that was for sure. You found him napping in the cupboard once because apparently Logan thought he was too good for the floor. He minded his business, staying out of the way. You accidentally caught him showering with the sweet smelling pink soap Wade and Vanessa shared and good god, those man’s abs were carved by Michalangelo. Fucking beautiful.

You, Wade and Vanessa sat down one night, Logan out at the bar that was full of football obsessed lunatics. And at the same time, you all spoke.

“I need that werewolf cock in me.”

“My god you guys, we need to get Peanut into bed with us, have you seen him?”

“We shouldn’t let him fourth wheel us, ask if he wants to be included.”

Vanessa glared at you both. You shrugged, while Wade did his best to look innocent.

The timing could’ve been worse, with you offering the deal with a Logan who was nearly hungover. Wade on the sofa like ‘one of those French girls’, Vanessa wore a casual hoodie with those really short shorts, and you were snorting heroin. Vanessa explained everything, and you’re pretty sure you hallucinated cartoon birdies as you spoke. Turns out, Wade did the same thing too, once. 

Logan accepted anyway, so he knew what he was going to get himself into.

Eventually, you grew to accept that Logan was a weasel, not a werewolf (which is so much cooler), and that you liked seeing him smile. Made you feel good, especially when he smiled because you were running his hands through his hair.

Like some fucked up hivemind, Vanessa and Wade shared your feelings too. However, unlike last time, Logan was the one who ‘confessed’, when the dude straight up purred in contentment when you tried to sit him down at your shitty table and well, you didn’t need to do much to gather the context as to why.

You and Logan shared the ‘Good’s Cabinet’, containing your most precious drugs and Logan’s more costly drinks, both saved for the most special occasions. You offered to take him to different bars that weren’t full of football frat-bros, and both of you found a new enjoyment in clubbing.

You would wear your best jewelry and drip, while Logan would wear an oversized jacket over his ‘wife beater’ shirt, worn over his Wolverine suit. Perfectly balanced, as all things should be.

“They asked for no pickles,” He hovered above you like your evil shadow clone, the worker at the front desk sweating on their head and probably under the collar.

“Haha, reference.” You jokingly poked Logan’s chest, before turning to the employee. “Don’t mind him. Never worked a day of retail in his life, doesn’t get the struggle.”

“Fuck you.” Logan added compulsory, though with the vitriol of a man whose moments of swearing have entirely lost their impact. You did get a new meal, no pickles included, so maybe the guard dog privileges are necessary.

Wade and you would often go out to the park on weekends, chilling on a bench as you gave your very persuasive remarks on all the cars Wade would sell on his job. He’d challenge you to get more ridiculous, and you'd do so with a wink and excessive references to sex.

“Get the boss to add truck nuts to all your autobots,” You suggested as you and Wade both got ice cream cones from the greatest truck of all time. “Would add some blitz to your bis, yaknow?”

“You wanna have a fivesome with our Honda Odyssey?”

“Give the objectums something good.” You shrugged, and Wade responded with a look to the audience, cosplaying as a bunch of trees in Discount Central Park.

Vanessa liked to drag you shopping, and you were content watching her search for the perfume bottles with the most ornate casing. God, she was so pretty, her hair put into that messy bun and casual dress.

“This bitch is ugly.” Vanessa said, holding up a silver bottle with a diamond bottletop. You heard a crunch, and tears quickly welled up in your eyes.

“Oh, so sorry sweetie, I wasn’t talking about you-” Vanessa held up her hands and shook them in a panic, putting the bottle back.

“It’s not that,” Your voice was barely a whisper. “I think I stepped on a ladybug.”

Vanessa looked down at the red flakes on the floor near your foot. “Sweetheart, that was an M&M.”

“Oh.” You stood there in silence for a few seconds, before turning back to Vanessa in the unnatural, freakish sort of way. “You getting anything from here?”

Vanessa smiled. “I think we should have an early lunch.” And you grinned too, as she rushed you over to the food court.

Your nights were chill nights, all four of you curled up on the bed, Mary Puppins curled beside Wade’s leg as he kept changing his position every few minutes. You would braid Vanessa’s hair as she scrolled through her phone, and Logan would lie down and accept head pats and bellyrubs with a content purr. Apparently weasels can do that.

Movie nights were great, too. Logan always got the best popcorn and you all had your designated seats. With a combination of heroin and ketamine you called ‘ketarin’, you snacked on your stash while you were all forced to share two bottles of Pepsi.

“Try it, babes,” You gestured your bucket of drugs towards Wade and Logan, the former sitting on the weasel’s lap as he tried to get comfy. “You’ll be able to smell sounds and taste colors. Stereotypical, I know, but life changing.”

Logan glared at you. “Get this fucker off me and I’ll consider it.”

“Wade, get off, I want Logan to taste my ketarin.”

The mercenary huffed in exaggeration, arms crossed. “No can do, sugar tits. Peanut here needs to learn his lesson.”

“What lesson?” You huffed. “Anyways, I forgive Logan, now get off I need him to try it.”

“He was a very bad boy today, and you know this, Y/N.” Logan rolled his eyes.

“Get off him, Wade.” Vanessa spoke in that stern voice, and even though it was not directed to you, your collar was getting hot already. “We’ll sort it out later tonight, mkay?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Wade gave a mocking salute before getting off of Logan with a grumble.

“She’ll be making ya say that seriously later, you know?” You raised an eyebrow at the mercenary, who made a heart symbol with his hands as he winked.

You thrust your special bucket towards the huge, jacked man (hehe), his demands met. Logan sighed before digging his hands in, and shoved it down his mouth.

“I prefer corn starch.”

“You fucking take that back, you little slutty shitter-”

You would’ve beaten him to a pulp for disrespecting your recipe, but Vanessa gave a mock cough, getting you, him and Wade to look at her. “Legally Blonde or Die Hard?”

“It’s August, the fuck are we suggesting Die Hard for?” You huffed, arms crossed, snatching your ketarin back.

“Yeah, too early for festive cheer, sweetcheeks. And I can’t miss out on international girlboss Ms. Woods, who do you take me for?”

“Die Hard is barely a Christmas movie,” Logan scoffed, but didn’t oppose when Vanessa selected Legally Blonde with the remote.

You all relaxed, in your own fucked up way. You and Vanessa arm-wrestled over who got to have a sip of Pepsi (she won, you were trying to hold your bucket in the other hand). Wade’s commentary was louder then the movie, causing Logan to punch him, and Wade let out a murmur of ‘harder, mummy’. You snickered at Logan’s look of repulsion and confusion, looking over to Vanessa, who was most likely the mummy in question. Unfortunately for Logan, she was going onto the balcony to let Mary Puppins piss, so he looked at you.

“Something something we’ll deal with you later, something something what would Elle Woods think?”

Wade seemed to think Elle Woods thought badly of him, standing upright and flopped onto his seat. You put your hands through Logan’s hair, watching him relax from your movement, before yelping when Vanessa came back and accidentally sat down on your hand.

“Shit, so sorry.” Vanessa gave a quick kiss to your hand, and you dramatically swooned as you watched Elle Woods be a girlboss.

“Forgiven, honeybuns, for I could never be mad at such an exquisite princess, who’s hair was made from silk that Willy Wonka once commissioned-”

“Shove your Shakespeare-ass monologues up your ass and get a room.”

Blind Al spoke up, and all four of you turned to see her standing behind you, having just come home.

“This is our room, Al,” Wade countered. “We rented it fair and square while you played poker with all the other little old ladies like you.”

“You’re early.” Logan noted, holding onto a bottle as he turned back to the television.

“Wilson’s clients took a car on a joyride and crashed into the club. Drunk on that high, I reckon.”

“Were they driving with the truck nuts?”

“How the fuck would I know, stupid?”

“Ah.” You hung your head in exaggerated shame, before Al grabbed the wall and let it guide her towards her room.

“Your clients?” You asked Wade with a raised eyebrow after she was gone.

“Karen, Kenny and Twinkletoes.” He ‘answered’. “Now, back to our regular scheduled program of Elle Woo-......and the movie’s over.”

Logan snorted, and Wade gasped, turning to face him. “I’ll have you know that it was a sacrifice I made, I tell you! I gave it all up!”

“You’d give anything up for a cornchip,” Logan shot back, but Vanessa gave a loud clap that stopped the conversation. You placed your empty bucket in the sink halfheartedly before turning to your girlfriend.

“Back to bed. We’ve got some behavior to correct.” Vanessa commanded, heading to your shared room.

“Yes, mummy.” Wade answered in his most ‘uwu’ voice, leading you to groan and Logan to shove him lightly as he followed Vanessa.

“A bit too early on the petnames, buddy.”

Wade stuck his tongue at you, and you flipped the bird before following Logan, who was following Vanessa, and Wade then followed you like some fucked up, freakish line of baby ducks crossing the road.

And you would change none of it.

[chronic-ghost]

Chapter 4 of Recovery Road

chapter rating: E (18+)

pairing: dieter bravo x f!reader

word count: 4377

chapter summary: Despite the good, they’ll always manage to fuck it up.

chapter warnings/tags: arguments, discussions of poor family relationships, self-destructive tendencies, depictions of sex but nothing graphic, angst :(

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By the end of the first week waiting for production to resume, you’re living in his AirBnb. 

Down the hall, in a separate bedroom, of course. But at least he gets to wake up and you’re the first thing he sees.

It’s temporary and you end up splitting the cost. It’s easier than getting a hotel, you justify, and all you have to do is send the PA a selfie to “clock in” and “out.” By the end of the first week, you have several selfies of Dieter Bravo that TMZ would pay hand-over-fist for. 

You like scrambled eggs over runny, he learns. You like your coffee with a bit of creamer, no sugar. Your toast has to be golden brown, not burnt and not floppy. 

“Makes me think of a flaccid penis,” you say one morning with your cheek in your hand as you shake a piece of un-toasted white bread. It wobbles beneath your fingers and he can’t help but bark out a laugh. “And that’s nobody’s best friend.”

“And you’ve ruined un-toasted bread for me forever. Thanks.”

There’s not much to do in Albuquerque so you spend almost every waking minute together. You go shopping together. He needs new running shorts and you’re getting bored up on the top of the hill. You help him choose between three pairs, and every time he comes out to show you from the dressing room, you’re wearing a different combination of hat and sunglasses.

“Mhmm, hmm,” you nod thoughtfully as though studying Michalangelo’s David, an $80 price tag dangling down your nose. “Hmm, I think you need to turn around again. I need to see another angle.” 

He rolls his eyes, blush tinging his cheeks, his hands on his hip. “I’m not showing you my ass again.” 

“I’m just trying to be helpful,” you shrug innocently. “I don’t want you running around Los Angeles looking like a dork. Imagine what Instagram will say.”

“Fine. One turn, and no lingering.”

“Whatever you say, hot cakes.” 

He goes back behind the curtain, fingers tight around the edges of the running shorts. It was Chloe’s suggestion that he take up running– had seen a 60 Minutes episode on addiction and many former addicts reported that replacing one unhealthy addiction with a more healthy one was the key to their sobriety. But God, he hates running. 

He emerges again, this time wearing ones that resemble those 80s little cotton red shorts, just to get a laugh out of you, but instead you’re holding something up. 

It’s a pair of gray sweatpants. Soft. Cozy. Entirely former Dieter’s MO. 

“What about these?” You say seriously, no glasses on your nose. “Seems more like you.” 

He doesn’t end up buying the sweatpants, but takes only one pair of shorts. 

One hot day, he sits out by the pool, practicing lines and drinking a coke. 

You splash into the water without preamble and come up soaking. He thinks – he hopes – it’s the heat frying his brain. You swim laps while he reads lines, your tits and thighs breaking the surface of the water as you swim in elegant backstrokes. As the sunsets, you climb out, not wearing that one piece from the hotel. This one is electric green, ruffled, and a two piece that laughs at the idea it’s going to cover anything. You dry your hair as you walk back inside and he lets himself have one more glance at the curve of your ass. 

Despite clumsily adjusting himself in his pants occasionally, this week has been . . . nice. There’s no pressure to perform, to be Dieter Bravo, the Movie Star. He can just be Dieter and, for some inexplicable reason, you seem to like this guy. With everything out in the open, he can feel himself relaxing around you, giving himself over to the pleasure of just being — of waking up when he wants to, reading the embarrassing romance novels he shouldn’t be caught dead with, eating pizza like he’s fourteen again — and you are right there with him. And you’re having fun. 

He learns you’re mystically good Scrabble player (his game always has been Trouble), and that you are rather obsessive about spicy foods, and that the best memory of your father (of which there are only a handful to start with) is the one where he played paper football with you outside of his office while you waited for your mom to come pick you up. Half the time you wonder if that memory is real. 

“He’s held me at arms length my whole life, and I get it. But sometimes I didn’t. Especially when I was younger. Then I realized I shouldn’t have to earn his love, because no matter what I did, he just wasn’t capable of it. If you truly love someone, you don’t make them feel like they aren’t enough. That they have to be different to deserve that love.”

“If it’s not, it’s not so bad not having a dad sometimes,” Dieter said as you sat in the car after a trip to grab a bite to eat after an attempt to make your own sushi turned out tragically. “Sometimes not having one is better than having a real shitty one.” 

He made you arroz con pollo. So you make him lasagna, your old roommate’s grandmother’s recipe. It’s delicious and he’s surprised you’re a good cook. You don’t even ask to buy red wine at the store and he’s appreciative of that.

In turn, he surprises you with his ability as a painter. You come home one day from scoping out a potentially cool records store and he’s out on the second floor patio. He’s got on a white loose shirt and tan shorts and no shoes. He’s painting the canyon below in reds and golds. It’s not a perfect recreation but it does feel like the desert. It feels alive. It feels warm. It’s beating. 

He’s got paint on his forearms when you step out onto the patio, mouth open. 

“Holy shit, Dieter, you didn’t tell me you could paint.”

“You never asked.” He smirks at you as he wipes himself clean. 

“No, but, Dee, this is good.” He glances at you. You only ever used his nickname when you were very serious about something. “This is, like, really good. Why are you an actor? You could totally do this for a living.”

“Because this is therapeutic,” he says, stepping away from the canvas as you come closer to inspect. He picks up his ice cold glass of water and drinks deep. “I, uh, actually picked it up in rehab. Always wanted to, but the excuse was I never had the time. But in there, you’ve got nothing but time.” 

He usually doesn’t let anyone see his work until it’s finished, the thought of rejection hotly unbearable. Especially Chloe, given her famous father’s own world-renown artwork. 

But you aren’t looking to judge or criticize. You are swept in by the painting, awestruck. It makes him warm, warmer than when the sun is on his skin.

“So, you like it?” He hesitantly stands next to you, the sticky, splotchy rag still in his hands. It’s not his best, but it’s not his worst. It just feels nice to paint again. 

You nod, silent. Your mouth hangs open and your fingers hover over the oils, careful not to touch but clearly wanting to sink into the canvas. 

“It’s not done yet, but, uh, when it is . . . do you want it?” 

Your mouth drops to your chest. “Are you fucking serious? That’s gotta be some form of robbery. You could make thousands of dollars off it.”

“Well, I don’t want to make thousands off it. Do you want it or not?”

You nod vigorously, mouth still open in surprise. “Of course. Yes! Because then I’m going to turn around and sell it and make thousands!”

“You fucking better not!” He flicks water from his glass at you and you giggle, nose scrunched up. 

“Hey, that’s no way to treat the nice roommate who got you tiramisu.”

He makes a face. “Bullshit. There’s no way Albuquerque makes good tiramisu.” 

“I never said it was good.” You roll your eyes. “Just come and try it.”

You grin over your shoulder as you waltz back inside, the backs of your thighs as open and bare as a canvas. You’re wearing those distracting jean shorts but the auburn t-shirt goes nicely with your eyes. You’ve got your hair up again and he wants to count all the little curls at the back of your neck. He doesn’t, of course, but he wants to. The golden evening makes the whole house sparkle, and you’re at the center of it. A sun, blazing, beautiful, almost painful to look at. 

He wants to paint you.

It’s peace. It’s relaxation. It’s bliss.

And none of it is his to keep.

Scott Manley, like the perpetually old man that he is, sends out an email at the end of the second week with an update on when shooting will resume. 

“Hey, did you see this?” Dieter asks, holding up his phone as he comes out of his room and is immediately stunned. The entire house smells like bay leaves and garlic and you’re standing over a pot on the stove top, stirring something. 

Whole-wheat pasta. Yesterday, he challenged you to make the world’s best buttered noodle recipe and, as if you could resist, you immediately went to the Food Network. Alton Brown has been playing on Netflix in the living room all day. 

The steam is making your face pink and your brows are furrowed as you concentrate, lips ghosting over the words of the recipe on your phone. Your pink crop top has several stains on it. 

Unguarded and unwatched, he smiles.  

In another time, in another life, he would have bent forward and kissed your temple, email and dinner forgotten. He would have wrapped his arms around your waist and inhaled the scent nestled in your neck. In another life, he would have –

“What? Dieter, did you say something?” You blink up at him as if he teleported right in front of you with no warning. 

He shakes his head, the movement small and contained. “Yeah, sorry. I said, did you read the email that Scott sent?”

“Nope. Why? What’s it say?” You go back to stirring, adding a bit of salt before sticking your finger into the pot and tasting. 

“He says shooting will ‘recommence’ – his words, not mine – next Monday at 8AM. He also sent a schedule of all the scenes we’ll shoot next week.” 

“Oh, yeah? Are any of ours on there?” 

A spark runs up his spine. “See for yourself.”

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Natalie and Dieter ***, 11AM

You frown. “Asteriks, what does that mean?”

His flush could be passed off as warmth from the stove. “Generally, it, uh, means intimate or sensitive content. So non-essential cast and crew know to stay off set during that time.” 

“Oh.” Your cheeks are pink along with the back of your neck. “Hitting the ground running, I guess.” 

“I wanted to talk to Scott before we left,” Dieter says as he leans with the back of his hips up against the counter. He crosses his arms, watching you slice butter. “I tried to get him to start with something a little less intense. But I guess, with the delays, they can’t reschedule.” 

“It’s fine,” you wave your hand, nose wrinkling. “Good to know ahead of time.” 

You turn back to the pot to slip the butter into the pot when his large, warm hand encloses your wrist. His black glasses have a thumb print so you’re kind of blurred out of his left eye. He doesn’t want to think you look upset. 

“Really, are you okay with this? We’ve had a pretty good thing running here so far,” he smiles, “and I don’t . . . I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” 

Your chin quivers for a moment before your mouth explodes into a smile. “Why would I feel uncomfortable? I know that Heidi hired an intimacy coordinator beforehand. There’s nothing to be uncomfortable about.” 

The last word wavers, as if you were fighting a laugh that fizzled out. You step around him, easing yourself out of his grip, and add the butter to the pasta. You stir it a few times, before turning off the heat.

You beam at him. “Let’s eat!” 

It’s nearly eight o’clock. The light from the fading sun is red tonight. Red and emboldened. It peaks into every window, every mirror. It can’t be looked at directly. The house still smells like bay leaves and garlic.

Dieter is leaning forward at the patio table, laughing so hard, tears are streaming down his face. You’re next to him, knees tucked your chest, grasping at your sides, as your eyes fill with giggly tears. 

“And then the waiter– the waiter says – that’s enough shrimp cocktail for you.” 

He’s laughing so hard he thinks his lungs are going to burst. 

Seriously, he cannot remember ever laughing this hard in his whole life. Maybe he never had. Maybe life has never been this good. 

He can’t see straight in front of him, but he can hear you. He can hear you laugh, and laugh, and laugh. It’s good. This is good. 

Finally, when he might actually break a rib, when lungfuls of air have been gulped down, and palms rub away at tear-stained cheeks, you lean back and look at the coming night sky. You’re still huffing, chuckling as he sips ice cold water. 

The buttered noodles were fucking excellent, by the way. He means to tell you that. 

Your face is flushed but you’re staring up and away. You bite your lip and smile.

“What?” He chuckles, fighting off another giggle. “What are you thinking about?” He taps your knee.

He leans forward, like his body is reaching for you. But you always have your feet tucked up away from him. Like your body knows the line in the sand.

You shake your head. “Nothing. It’s just . . . this week has been so fucking weird, you know? Like, I can’t remember I binge-watched anything on Netflix–,” 

“Where else were we going to find most of Shirley MacLaine’s filmography?”

“–Or just went shopping for the hell of it. I live in Los Angeles, for God sakes, and I just never go to any record stores.” You pick up the end of your braid. “I don’t know. It just feels like all this stuff I did this week wasn’t me. Like someone from another timeline possessed my body and did stuff as me, but I was someone else. Sorry, I know I’m not making any sense.” 

“No, no, I do. I do understand. I feel the same way.” His heels dig into the concrete and pull his chair forward. “I think not being attached to my phone was nice.”

Cell reception was spotty up here, neither calls nor text reliable to go through. Throughout the week, when in town, he’d try to check in with Chloe. Texts. A few phone calls. They went through but he never heard back. Finally, he had sent her an email explaining the situation and this was the best way to get in touch. He did mention you too. That a “friend was staying over until production resumed.” 

He wasn’t lying. 

He had gotten a few replies (“I’m doing great, Dee. Dad’s so excited about the upcoming renovations.”, “yep, that’s my flight number.” , “haha”) but nothing in the past day or so. He didn’t exactly check his emails frequently. He knew he was just misreading her tone but it made his stomach sour when he read her messages. 

“Oh. Yeah. Yeah,” you blink as though the thought of being cell-phone free was just now occurring to you, “Oh my God, that was amazing. This’ll probably be the last time in a long time where I don’t feel like I need to doom-scroll out of boredom.” 

You take your glass and hold it in the cradle between your thighs and your chest, looking at the immaculate sky behind him. “I dunno . . . this just felt like I got to be someone else for a change. Like this is our own little pocket universe.”

Our. Our, she says. Dieter’s grin falters and he leans away. 

His phone is lying face down in his room where he left three hours ago. He feels like he should go get it. 

Instead, he drinks the rest of his water. “Yeah, it’s been nice.”

But you’re still imagining, lost somewhere above the house.

“What are you going to do when you get back? The first thing.”

There’s an ugly, guilty muck tightening in his chest. 

“Uh, I don’t know. Kiss my wife, probably. Tell her I love her, and then go to sleep for forty-eight hours straight.” 

That is the wrong thing to say. Your gaze drops on him like a stone.

“Oh.” Your tone is distant. Like the clang of a wardrum. 

He feels it, squirming under his skin. 

That old need, from the time before. That dark, slippery wet thing that whispered in his ear. 

You don’t deserve anything good. Ruin it. Ruin it. Ruin it.

Destroy destroy destroy

You huff, shaking your head, irked but not yet combative. You’re not ready to make this an active warzone. You aren’t ready for mutually assured destruction. Not like he is.

“Well, if that’s what awaits me as a housewife, then I guess I’ve got no complaints.” You smirk, pulling at your braid again. “Ruffle dresses, apple pie, a vacuum – I think I’d make a fantastic housewife.”

Dieter laughs. He actually laughs and it’s like he can almost see his life from another angle. 

He’s trapped on the inside and some fucking asshole taking control of his body because this is what happen when things go well. He’s lost permission. He’s got strings on his back and they’re bending his knees, forcing him to eat dirt and shit. 

It infects. It rots. It wants to burn it all down. 

This is how the spiral starts. This is always how the spiral starts.

He laughs, cruelly. “No, you wouldn’t. You’re messy, distracted. Self-centered. What, next you’re gonna be a mother?” 

You can see the meanness in his eyes. You chew the back of your teeth, black holes in your head for eyes. 

“Fuck you, Dieter.”

You stand up and storm back inside. He groans and he stands up to follow you.

“C’mon, don’t be that way. It was just one comment. I meant it as a compliment.”

You freeze halfway through throwing your phone into your purse.

“A compliment? How the fuck is that a compliment?”

“You’re leaving?” He spots the car keys in your other hand. “Where the hell are you going?”

“Dieter, answer me. How was that supposed to be a compliment?” 

“You’re just proving my point! You’re not that kind of person!” 

“Oh, you mean the kind of person who waits around home all alone while their husband spends an entire week with another woman? That kind of housewife?” 

“Goddamn it,” he slams his palm onto the countertop, “watch your fucking–,”

A glass at the edge of the counter trembles and topples to the ground. It shatters everywhere. 

It lets out a ringing. It rings and echoes and startles the coyotes under the mesa. 

They’re howling in the dark as you stare at him. 

“I’m fucking leaving.” 

And you do. You take the car and drive down the mesa.

The ache in his chest bubbles and cracks and burns and hisses. It’s putrefying. He purposefully breaks four more glasses after you leave. 

He cleans it all up, just like he always does. He accidentally steps on glass and has to spend thirty minutes trying to pull out a glass shard out of the bottom of his foot with fingers so full of rage, they’re trembling. He’s so angry he can’t see straight.

He gets it out. He’s bleeding worse than ever. He wraps his foot up in gauze and shuffles into bed. 

He checks his phone. No new emails.

“Fuck,” he hisses and chucks the phone off the bed. He presses his hands into face and groans. “Goddamn it.”

It’s been three hours and you’re still not home. 

It’s four o’clock in the morning. He knows this. He’s been watching the clock tick by. He knows this because he’s awake and he can hear it and, on some level, he is vastly aware he deserves this.

He can hear you fucking someone down the hall. 

He heard you come in, giggling, hushing, stumbling – you’re drunk he knows it – and a deep, male voice following you, talking after you.

And then the talking stopped. 

Furniture squeaked. Bodies knocked into walls. 

Your goddamn moans that had once been for him. 

“Faster,” you beg, at the end of the hallway, “c’mon. I wanna feel it tomorrow.”

Dieter stares up at the ceiling, hands clenched on the sheets, every muscle in his body locked up tighter than a fist, and listens to you fuck a complete stranger. Some twisted part of him thinks you want him to hear. 

“Oh, God, I’m coming– I think I’m coming–,”

The other voice is too low, just muffled noises. 

And then you scream. It’s loud and it’s fake and he’s nauseous. 

He knows he made a mistake. He knows he pushed too hard on that thin line of reality, that bubble that existed just around the two of you in this little house. He was cruel, he shouldn’t have said those things – but, fuck, he really didn’t think you’d do this.

His heart is so heavy, it’s sunk into the back of his spine. He thinks he can feel it beating there, alive, but stunted. 

He just wants this to be over, but he might deserve this. He might, but you didn’t have to do this. You didn’t have to make him listen. Force him to imagine. Imagine what he could never have.

The following morning, you come out of your room at the same time he does. You don’t look guilty. You don’t even look mad any more. 

There are clothes everywhere. Everywhere. Your bra is on the kitchen counter. Your thong is in the dead center of the hallway. Your shirt is over the TV and it looks like it had been torn clean off your chest. 

The guy you fucked is gone. 

Makeup is smeared beneath your eyes. Your pupil-black eyes. You’re using again.

“I’m moving out,” you say. 

“Good.”

He walks past your thong and goes to start the coffee machine.

The day after that, you fuck him. 

Not literally but it’s the sex scene. 

You don’t fight on set. You fight in character, but the second Scott ends the scene, the light in your eyes disappears and you turn away. 

Scott, of course, is delighted. No more arguments that threaten to level the building, and the chemistry is still there. 

“I’ll be sure to tell the studio that close quarters character work is a great success!” He claps Dieter on the back. “Great job.”

Dieter watches you walk by, silent, contained. You haven’t spoken a single word to him. 

When he has to kiss you, it feels perfunctory. Your tongue is dry and your lips cracked. Chloe’s face comes to him easier and quicker than it has in ages. 

And then they direct you to strip and climb on top of each other. If this was how actual sex went, the human race would have died out a long time ago. 

He fights to close his eyes half the time, to act like he’s enjoying this. To feel something as he grinds his hips just below yours. Everything is fake. It even smells wrong. It smells nothing like hot, delicious sex. He can barely feel your hands on his chest. 

Your moans are too airy, too high-pitched to be real. He’s got his cock strapped down and he’s rubbing against the mattress and you’re beneath him, moaning like you’ve got a fire poker shoved up your ass. 

He can’t help it: he laughs. 

But the professional that he is, he turns away from the camera and passes the laugh off as a shudder. 

You’re being ridiculous. This whole thing is ridiculous. 

But it’s convincing when it needs to be and Scott calls cut after a reasonable amount of takes. 

It’s over. It’s done. What the fuck was he so worried about? 

He went to a coffee shop the morning after you left and called Chloe’s phone until she answered. She had been so busy she hadn’t seen his email. The guilt eases, replaced by an uncertainty he could feel smack in the back of his teeth.

When he came back, all of your shit was gone. The guest bed was even made up perfectly. Every trace of you had evaporated from the home, as if you’d never been there in the first place. Even the painting he made for you remained untouched. 

You don’t say anything as you walk by in the changing room, after pretend-fucking him for the better part of an hour, fully clothed already while he’s taking his time in his robe. A good scene partner would congratulate you on a job well done. Neither of you are capable of that. 

He can’t put his finger on exactly what was so funny, but somehow he just knew those noises were over-enthused, dramatized. 

He’s got his boxers on and he’s sliding his jeans over his hips when he remembers. 

Those sounds were nothing like the ones you made when you finger-fucked yourself on his couch. To him. In front of him. 

The memory buzzes around his head like a fly and he shivers. Fuck, he was so close to being normal about this. 

He thinks about going to talk to you, going to apologize, but then he remembers you brought some fucking guy back to his home – the home you shared together — and suddenly he doesn’t feel so bad anymore. 

[doodles-arts]

Secrets

Donatello x reader

a lovey request;  What about 🤫 secrets relationship with Donatello. I can just see him sneaking off during patrol to visit you in your apartment when Leo follows him one night and finds out.?

How’d he meet you? The internet of course. 

At first he wanted a friend, interested and studied in the art of astrology. Thankfully, he found you. You were an undergraduate who passed her AP astrology class with flying colors. You of course proved yourself by having a few chats with the genius himself and he had practically fell in love. Science was overall Donnie’s passion and finding someone who loved it as much as yourself was liberating. Of course your love for science came more with the exception of earth science. Just as exciting though! 

He stayed up all night sending you texts as he went through his astrology textbook, you stayed up with him until the late hours of the night. You never minded until he’d comment about the time. He found that odd, but never questioned you. 

Though you liked to keep things professional, in a teacher- student kind of way, you were the first to propose calling. At first, he had declined, fearing his brothers would find out about his secret teacher. Who was human and very much, against the rules, or tease him for needing a teacher. Either way the third time you asked to call you explained it would make it easier for yourself to explain things to the 4 eyed turtle. He caved, pretending it was necessary for his learning. He did fear that soon you’d ask to video chat, but one night you had sent a video showing him an example instead of just video calling him and doing it yourself. You both never touched the subject, but were both certain you knew each others boundaries and never over stepped them. Donatello respected you and you respected him. 

Though after a year of learning the material with you and ‘graduated’ in your terms, Donnie had grown accustomed with your late night talks. So after a week of not speaking to you, Donnie still couldn’t come up with a single excuse. But, before he could work the nerve of texting you first, you did! Texting him a simple ‘hey!’. Jeez, why hadn’t he thought of that? 

Simple and straight to the point, just like you. Thankfully you texted him first and kept texting him after. He helped you with your calculus class and you assisted him with all his botany science questions, which was a new science he picked up and was trying to learn. Though, he told you it was just an ‘extra class he signed up for’, you didn’t even second guess him. The first time you video called him he declined S O quickly. He came up with some bullshit excuse and you shrugged it off when he apologized. 

Thankfully you didn’t find it odd, and was why he liked your relationship, he found you very endearing. He thought your voice was very cute and soothing. He always thought that you being a university teacher was a great choice, you had a very good teacher voice. You never let Donnie slack when you both worked, you were punctual, and you expected fast results and if you didn’t receive them you’d start again from scratch. He respected you, and looked up to you. It wasn’t until one day that he stayed up working, after he hung up on you that he and woke up extremely late the next morning for training and was sent to the hashi, that he ranted to you. Leo had sold him out, claiming he heard Don awake and didn’t even bother to wake him up. Letting Splinter deal with him, he didn’t even let his brothers wake him up either! The man set him up!

Either way, he ranted to you. And you listened and gave him real and good advice. Reminding him about the stone cold truth, that he shouldn’t have been up so late anyway, and sent the purple terrapin to bed for a nap. Your study-sesh could be moved to tomorrow, his health was more important. 

That might have been the afternoon he fell hard for you, you cared? Like, you cared because his health was important to you, not because he was related to you or because if he slipped up it could affect you too. You cared because he was your friend, and that’s exactly what sold him. After that you had called him in the middle of the night by video call and he almost had a heart attack. But declined it anyway, apologizing for not being able to pick up your video call. You apologized profusely soon after, saying it was an accident, you meant to press regular call. He shrugged it off, feeling worse that he could never show his face to you. Still, it was strange that’d you press the wrong button. Don never judged or questioned you, he had his own flaws to be questioning.

Though one night, fessed up with the responsibility of being a ninja, turtle, and a teenager all wrapped in one, exploded in his head. He was tired of who he was, tired of science and his recent failed experiment that tipped him over. Exhausted of saving a city of humans who would never understand or care for existence. Fed up with his older brothers who were better than him in every aspect that mattered. Spent with himself, his faults and fighting his inner demons. He texted you in the middle of the night, asking if you were awake. Thankfully it was a Thursday and you didn’t have school on Friday’s, so you were binge watching Kevin Hart stand up comedies on Netflix. 

“Yes, are you alright?”

D-”yes’

D-”not really, if I'm being honest. I'm having a bad day.”

“Would you like to talk about it? I think an extra ear might help”

D-....

D-”could I call you?”

You opted to call him instead of texting him an answer, however, seeing as you pressed the wrong button, again,the night got a lot more interesting. He didn’t want to break, but the fact he couldn’t even pick up your video chat just because he was a mutant turtle had pushed him over the edge. He sobbed quietly as he typed on his phone, his skinny 6 fingers trembled on his screen. Why couldn’t he be normal? Like you?

D-”i’m not allowed to video chat. I’m not normal like you. You can’t see me”

“Normal? HA! Donnie I’m blind! I’m far from normal hun, but if your more comfortable talking on an audio call that’s fine by me, It’s the reason I keep touching the wrong buttons.”

Blind? You were blind! He could actually talk to another human on video chat, without the fear of being judged. Would he take it? What if you were lying? He’d just have to point the camera to the ceiling and see it were true. No turning back now.

Ring…. Ring.. Ring…. Ring.. 

“Donnie? Hun, are you there? Are you okay?” As he sat on his bed and saw your beautiful face. You were sitting on a chair and your phone was propped up by something and showed you from your torso up. You were wearing a white pajama tank, your hair was tied up/let down, framing your face perfectly. Your baby hairs fell above your eyes, and Donnie could see you were indeed blind. Your eyes were completely white. He couldn’t hold back the sobbed that escaped him once it was clear you were blind. He knew it was extremely selfish, but he could finally feel normal, attractive for once. You calmed him down and reassured him that he didn’t have anything to hide because you could never judge him. You sweet reassurances sent him straight to a good night’s rest. You couldn’t tell until you were certain he was no longer sobbing and ask if he was alright and once he didn’t respond, you shut the phone off and went to sleep. 

Ever since that night he video called you every other day. It was just so relieving to be able to stay on the phone with someone and quite literally look at the camera like any other normal teenager. 

Donatello’s attitude changed overtime. Participating in more family activities with his brothers with the boost of confidence. More nights than others he was excited to go to bed because it meant that he could talk to you. Though Don still struggled with social interactions with April and Casey, he always felt better prepared after talking to you about it. He felt closer to you after a month. He practically knew you after the next 4. And after another 3 months he felt confident enough to share his state with you, and what do you know? You live in New York too!

After a year of knowing you intimately his brothers suspected something but never dug on it. After a year Donnie started to imagine moments he knew could never happen with you. Leo began to grow suspicious of Donnie, knowing he was hiding something. His other brothers brushed him off, “he’s a really private guy Leo. He doesn’t like to talk about new inventions until he’s finished with them.”

What Donatello didn’t know was that after a year of getting to know him and deeming him the sweetest soul you have ever met, you started to slowly fall for him. He was such a blast! He even made blind jokes with you, that’s how you knew he liked and accepted you. And you returned the favor. He was always so sweet and so curious. You fell in love with his little snort and quirky squeak whenever he got excited or the way he stuttered whenever he felt shy. Gosh, you wanted to meet him so bad, but you were afraid that once he met you, he’d think you were as helpless like everyone else did. There were times where you met people and than when everything was going fine they would mother hen you and you hated being controlled. You liked trying new things, but you couldn’t really do that if your partner refused to do everything out of fear. Fearing something new should be your own concern, not anyone else’s. 

You weren’t the only one who wanted to see the other. See, donnie was afraid that once you felt his shell, his scaly skin or three fingered hands, you’d be afraid and want nothing to do with him. He avoided the possibility as much as possible, afraid of the truth. It didn’t matter if you did accept him for what he was, you could never love him. Because he wasn’t normal. Didn’t matter how patient you were or open minded, no woman could love a monster like him. That was just the truth. He kept his selfish wants out of this friendship. 

But your birthday was coming up, he of course was going to get you something and mail it, or make you something in all honesty. That’s not what you asked for your birthday, though. “I want to meet you hun, in person.” God, why did you have to say it like that? Of course he promised he would meet you, you suggested a cafe close by that you could walk to. He laughed pitifully, smoothly suggesting a picnic under the skies on your apartment rooftop. You seemed skeptical at first, and Donnie stuttered up a storm trying to save his own neck and you laughed, agreeing to his idea. “I’ll have to bring lavender, since I never really been up there before.” Ah, yes, lavender, your grey pit bull and guide dog. Donnie didn’t want to miss this for the world,even though he knew it was a bad idea.

It was pre-planned. Everything set, written in stone. He made you a beautiful music box with the song ‘Sleepwalk’ by Santo and Johanny, with smooth brail on the bottom that read “The memory of you lingers like a song,'' a line from your favorite song. He couldn’t wait to go out to see you. The weather said zero winds or rain. So you knew you’d be okay. And with lavender, you knew you wouldn’t walk off an edge. 

As the boys prepared to go to bed early and leave for patrol later than usual because, well, it was spring, Don was preparing everything he had to take for the picnic. God, he really must be stuck on you to be doing this. As he snuck out, tool bag and box hiding everything a voice stopped him, “Donnie? Where are you going?” 

Leo. 

He was prepared for this, practiced his lines in case this would happen, “another bird made a nest on the satellite, I’m going to fix it up. Perhaps upgrade it a bit for more channels.” Leo thought about it and nodded at his explanation. Yeah, it made sense and sounded credible, so he let Don off the hook and out the lair. As he arrived close to your rooftop, he spotted your white dress, and his jaw almost dropped. You were beautiful. And lavender was just as big as he’d imagined. He was nervous now. One touch and the truth was out. You’d know what he truly was. 

He took a deep breath and ran into the storm of doubt, fear and regret head on. There was no backing up know. It was too important and he had come too far. “Hey (Y/N), i-it’s me!”

You turned to look at him, staring at his direction but not his face. You stared right at his chest, “Donnie! I’m so happy you made it.” You were trying to hold lavender back as she wiggled in excitement to meet Don. You took off her service dog vest so she knew she was off duty and could greet Donnie. “She’s a big ol’ sap! She loves meeting people, she must recognize your voice”, he knelt down to hug the ball of sweetness. “She really is, she very well trained.”

“Oh yes, she knows only to greet the people who greet her first! Now come over here and give me a hug Don!” You said with a grin arms open wide waiting for him to step forward because you really couldn’t. He swallowed hard, unsure of what to do next, “I should warn you right now. Tell you the truth now that we’ve known each other for more than two years. I-..I-If I told you that someone you care about was using the identity of another? O-Or that your close friend wasn’t who o-or what you believed him to be.. Would you resent him?” You smiled kindly at him, you could never resent Donnie, never could you ever think of a life without him!

“Donnie, I don’t care if your skin was green and you grew antenna and people called you an alien. I can’t see, I don’t even remember what humans really look like. As long as your serial killer, I think I’d still love you Donatello.”

“Really?”

“Positive, now show me exactly what about yourself that makes you so different!” You said while holding your hands out again with your palm towards him. He took a deep breath, his anxiety seeping into his core of calm. He pushed his hand against your own, his palm facing yours like that scene from Tarzan. You quirked an eyebrow amusingly, not really phased by him only him have three fingers. He grew eager, truly believing that you could accept him. He put his things down gently and grabbed your other hand and laid it against one of his arms. His scales were against your soft human skin and it felt like sin. Your eyebrows, furrowed up in confusion, why was his skin so rough? He then grabbed both of your hands and placed them against his plastron, and your mouth opened agape. And your hands began roaming on their own. He slowly knelt down as you tried to reach his shoulders. You began roaming his shoulder and your fingers brushed against his shell. Fingers grasping the edge of it and your jaw slacked, “Donnie, I don’t understand? What-”

“Those four mutants you hear about on the news? Those are me and my brothers. I-I know i’m not what you expected or wanted for as a friend, but I hoped, I-I wanted for you to accept- Oof” you cut him off by jumping into his arms and hugging his neck with your tiny arms compared to his own. “I-I don’t care! Your my best friend! I love you, I don’t care! I’m so sorry, you must have been killing yourself over this and I didn’t even try!” He was shocked but hugged you back, rubbing soothing circles on your back to reassure you. “Not at all, you just made my night.”

You pulled back and shakily took his face into your hands, holding each cheek against your palms. Feeling for his snout, lips and forehead with your thumbs. He could feel his temperature rise as you leaned forward. Kissing his forehead, “I-”, next his snout, “like-”, than, “-you”, his lips. He couldn't have dreamed of it being any better. It was exactly as he had prayed for it to be to whoever would listen. You attacked his lips after a second of getting him used to the feeling of a kiss. Hungrily attacking him, and he let you, because he enjoyed it immensely. Lavender whimpered in the back and covered her big dog eyes with her paws, and you lifted up for air. “I guess I forgot i‘m the only one can’t see,” you both laughed and lavender walked over to you as Donnie passed you your gift and set the picnic up. It was absolutely beautiful, with wonderful engravings and beautiful music. 

“Oh hun, it’s beautiful, it’s the best gift I've ever gotten!” He sat down next to you, showing you the brail part and you squealed, “is it worthy enough for a second kiss?” You laughed and leaned against him, “those kisses are already yours, you’ve just gotta take ‘em Don~”

From that week forward Donnie tried as much as possible to meet with you, and take his kisses. It felt good saying that. He was getting good at that, kissing you, he was a natural. You could kiss him all day, if only the night would let him. Donnie had become frantic for your kisses as well, he left almost  bi weekly to see you, coming up with all excuses imaginable to tell Leo and his brothers. He was turning sloppy though and snuck out to see you weekly, and Leo was catching on but Donatello couldn’t help it not after the way you both spent your last date night. 

You had ordered food and laid in bed, he fed you and you cuddled him. Once he bent down to kiss you, you were ready to kiss back. You had missed him, you kissed him very good, slow and sensual. Laid up against him, you both kissed all night and he was loopy by the time he got home. You did things to him, that he could never tell you. But you didn’t mind and neither did he, you had ways of making him talk and he liked those ways better. He loved the way you’d lay next to him and you’d whisper the sweetest things while pecking his face and neck with kisses on your couch. 

This week was no exception, he had to go see you. He was craving your lips and when Leo blocked his exit out, he came up with the same excuse as last week without noticing; rookie mistake and Leo had his answer. He is going to get to the bottom of what Donnie was hiding, because his brother could get hurt, it was getting out of hand. 

He had brought a blanket and you brought up Lavender’s doggy bed to the rooftop as you and Donnie laid on the blanket and lavender on her bed. You trailed patterns on Donnie’s plastron as he rubbed circles on your hip, you were both wrapped around each other, contently talking science nonsense and theories when he leaned down for a kiss. And wow, what a kiss, if Donnie kept learning like that, you were gonna jump him! You felt a rumble and vibration in his chest against your hand as your licked his bottom lip. “Ohh what was that hun?” He chuckled nervously, “it’s called a churr, we make it when were very happy or excited,” his soft little voice only encouraged you more to tease him, “then please, don’t hold back, I like it~” you whispered as you took his lips and hungrily feasted on the taste of him. You both pulled back to breath, and when he leaned down to steal a peck, he tensed up. 

Afraid you had pushed him a little too far you pulled away from him completely, “what’s wrong?” You asked looking as what you hoped was his face. (It wasn’t) 

“Donnie, what the hell are you doing?” There was someone else on the roof with you? Lavender, unconsciously left her seat on her bed to sit next to you as Donnie got up from his spot on the blanket. You tried to do the same, looking to wherever he went worriedly. Who was here? Looking for lavender, desperate for a set of eyes, an explanation of who was here and what was going to happen!

“Leo, what are you doing here?” Leo? As in his brother? Looking towards the ground, ashamed of yourself, you couldn’t even greet his brother by yourself. Lavender finally appeared against your hands and pointed towards where Leo and Donnie were. You patted her twice on the side to let her know you received the information. You felt helpless, knowing Donnie would be ridiculed for being with someone as pathetic as yourself. You couldn’t even walk up to greet him because you were scared to walk over to Leo without assistance, scared for once because of your disability. 

“I followed you, hoping I’d find anything but… but this! Donnie your putting our family in danger, your putting her in danger! She could tell anyone!” Donnie tried to defend you, as you curl up into lavender and she whimpered sympathetically and tried to hold you back. “Donnie, how can you be sure? She knows what we look like, she has enough proof for anything, one threat or one change of heart and she’ll-“ 

“stop it.”

You had enough, no longer would you be accused of something so low! Sure you were blind and needed help with basic everyday things, you were used to being overlooked because you were blind, but you had empathy and learned to never be unkind to others. Not having a sense as a kid had been very hard, life was unkind to you, but it didn’t mean you should pass it on. “I’m blind. I’d never betray Donnie like that, he means too much to me. And even if someone forced me to talk or bribed me, NO ONE would find what I say credible. Because I’ve been blind since I was born and people believe that blind people make things up, because we can’t see.” You were furious and tired of being treated as less of a person because of your disability. 

The awkward silence made you chuckle at yourself, hanging your face low again, “I’m looking the wrong way again aren’t I?” Donnie chuckled before walking back over to you, directing your face to where Leo was standing. And you continued, “I’ve never met anyone like Donatello, everyone treats me like a piece of glass. They harbor me and try to control me. Not Donnie, he helps me, he lets me explore my limits without making me feel bad if I can’t surpass them.” You turned over to where you felt he was standing, “hopefully I’m looking at you when I say, Donnie I’m in love with you, and I pray every night you’ll never change, that you’ll never leave.”

Leo couldn’t help the little smile that appeared once you . His little brother had found love. Real and genuine love, and he couldn’t have been happier for him. Maybe he was too harsh on you, but he was thankful for it. Because after that, he was certain that Donnie was in good hands and he could see you did love him. You were blind and you still sensed his presence as if it were your own. “Than I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have expected any less from my brother. He’s too smart to have made such a rash decision, you must be a very special girl.”

You grinned widely, smiling over to where you believed he was-(he wasn’t),”I am because I have him.” He sighed happily for the love you both shared. And took his leave, “I’ll see you at the lair Donnie, you’ve got a lot of explaining to do.” 

Donnie could care less about some lair and explaining to his brothers. You loved him! You loved him, and he couldn’t be happier and he was going to show you. Pulling you closer and looking down at lavender to send her back to her bed with a smile, he turned to you and you giggled. “Why do I get the feeling your going to try something new?” You asked. Oh, he most definitely was! 

“I am…”, one hand on the small of your back and the other holding the back of your head. Turning you around in a half circle to dip you. You giggled and arched your back as Donnie peppered kisses down your cheek and neck. Kissing his way back up and giving your nose the last peck. “I love you too, dove. I’m so glad I met you.” You nuzzled your nose against his snout humming contently. “Less talking, more kissing”, he gave you exactly what you wanted. 

He never wanted to go home, having to explain too… “SPLINter”

Uh oh!

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avatar the last Airbender and tmnt idea

How would a character (x reader) sound as a avatar like aanag from the nickelodeon show, but with a tmnt setting? like the avatar travels in time like aanag (but older) and the guys find you in a Kranng lab?

Donnie finds out how to free you, and you live with the turtles because splinter was the only person who had books old enough about elements and their masters (in this universe, splinter knew benders who were wiped out by each other)

if you’re interested, send me an inbox with a turtle emoji and which tmnt version you guys would like! and which turtle you want the reader to choose.

If you want all of them (which I don't mind), it will take a while and I'll do it in my own order. They might also be in parts. 

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HEY!

if you love Mikey, please send me some request, I love my baby boy, but have a hard time writing for him! 

pairing him with a mom like reader might help, so send in some requests (doesn’t have to the fit the persona above) so I can practice

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Turts in the morning

Rating: Pg

Warning?: none

Summary: thought of what the turtles would be like in the morning. What they do and how they wake up

Leonardo:

Super quiet but groggy.

The lightest sleeper

He’s always up first, not because he likes it. More because it’s quiet, peaceful and perfect time for meditation

Loves a good cup of coffee in the morning. But switched over to tea with caffeine once you introduced him

Some mornings he’ll walk over to a man hole and through the little holes, that the light is coming through, will stand underneath it. Some mornings he’ll walk over to a manhole and through the little holes, that the light is coming through and stand underneath it.

It’s always warm on his shell, and it feels good

If he has to cook, it’ll be eggs and anything frozen he can heat up on the stove. Anything more extravagant is not in his pay grade

Raphael

Sleeps in

Always wakes up after Mikey does because he’s the loudest in the bathroom.

Grumpy. Beware

Chills on the couch until he isn’t tired, lightly nodding off

Eats the most at breakfast time.

Can’t cook to save his life. Pop tarts and eggo waffles are his life line

Heats up the water for master Splinter's second tea in the early afternoon.

Boiling water isn’t that hard, especially with the electric kettle Donnie fixed up

He breaks it in a month, he’d washed it once and turned it on while the electric part was wet

Boiling it in a pot from then on

Donatello

Sleeps in the longest

Would sleep all day until patrol. But there is work to do

Pop tarts are what get him up in the morning. Can’t cook but if it can be heated up, nuked or toasted, consider it done.

He’s not clumsy with cooking, just too lazy to learn or research it, it doesn’t interest him.

Could sleep through a hurricane some days. He’s a heavy sleeper. More than Mikey is.

Wakes up blind, can’t sleep with his glasses can he?

He’s usually sleeping on his desk though, anytime he sleeps on his bed it’s a true luxury.

Anytime he actually wants to fall asleep, he’ll just watch time lapse videos, documentaries don’t work on him.

Doesn’t rely on alarm clocks, they don’t work on him, Leo is always the one to wake him up

Groggy Donnie is best, loves to cuddle and sleep in… all day

Michaelangelo

The LOUDEST IN THE BATHROOM

Always singing, leaves the faucet running and takes loud showers.

Some mornings not all. Lol

Most mornings his phone will play music

Always wakes up after Leo, always a little later.

Cooks the coolest things, always the one in charge to cook

Only creative one, so is the only one who can actually manage to cook

Don’t get it twisted, Mike ain’t a morning person, he’s just happy overall

Some mornings he doesn’t cook at all, that’s how you know he‘s tired

Leo always tries to give a hand

Mikey tries to wake his brothers up for breakfast , but after being sleep punched by Raph and cuddled by Donnie, he doesn’t try anymore.

Napssss, waking up after Leo to cook, stuffing his face until he’s about to burst, he takes a nap

Splinter

Always up first

Meditates until he hears Leo is up, that’s when he steals a cup of tea of already brewed tea

Will watch tv while waiting for Michaelangelo to wake up.

Doesn’t stay to watch, the Mess afterwards is too much to bear.

Does participate in breakfast, even if he won’t eat everything that Mikey makes.

Thanks Michaelangelo every morning he cooks

If Leo doesn’t wake Donnie up for breakfast or for training Splinter will.

Depending on what’s the occasion, he’ll either get a warm wake up call or a horrible one. Splinter can be quite mischievous

Only time he woke up after Leo was because he was sick

He reads to sleep, so it’s basically routine by now

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My ROOf!

Leonardo x reader

from this prompt

I couldn’t hold back and just HAD to write ”☕️” with Leonardo! 

The turtles were patrolling like any other night. Unconsciously, the boys stayed a little too long a certain building, it might have been the perfect view from it, where they could see the horizon of the city or it was the sickly sweet smell of pastries. Donuts, cake and muffins.

Unfortunately, their too long stake on the building cost them a very classic ambush. The boys fought hard against the hoard of foot soldiers who found them distracted. But because of the sheer number of them it caused a few slips. Example? Mikey, feeling so sure of himself, that two-foot soldiers crept upon him and the first punched him upwards while the second slammed him downwards onto the building. 

However, this particular building of sweet treats was a family heirloom. So the building was very old and the last time it had seen renovations was probably when your grandmother had married your grandfather and begged him to clean the place up! 

Mikey was about 200 pounds at least! And well, the roof had never felt a 200-pound weight turtle being slammed into it at 25 mph. The roof couldn't hold and swallowed him up, Mikey disappeared into the building. The foot soldiers froze and so did the other brothers, there wasn’t much time until they were caught. Thankfully Leo reacted fast enough and fought the frozen soldiers off and his two other brothers joined in, following after his reaction.

You were in front of the shop, closing up and cleaning the pastry display. When all of a sudden you heard a huge crack, a bump, and multiple clashes, as well as few shattering glasses. You jumped up like a cat, sure, you knew how to deal with a cranky or violent customer, but if this was a robber, you didn't have a clue! Picking up a broom, in a last attempt to defend yourself and your shop. You crept into the back to find a giant hole in your roof, and turtle-no, man? On your floor. Whatever it was, it was huge and knocked tf out.

The first thing that actually registered in your mind was though…

”my roof?” You stared absently and in frozen horror at the hole in your bakery’s roof. You didn't even register the 3 other turtle men trying to wake up the one responsible for...

”MY ROOF!”

Now in complete honesty, Leonardo hadn't expected for you to care all that much about your roof when there were 4 mutants were in your shop. But he wasn’t all that surprised either, there was a giant hole in your roof because of Micky. Now what had truly confused him was the broom you used to wack each of the turtles on their shells. ”H-HEY! You're not taking him anywhere! He's responsible for my roof! He's gonna have to p-pay for the damages!!”

Before Leo could give the say so, Raph took the lead and just when you were going to hit the biggest of the turtles a second time, he whirled around and caught it in his three-fingered hand. This grabbed and threw all your confidence on the floor.. And then stepped on it until it cracked and broke. and possibly ran to a corner to cry...

”We ain't gonna pay for anything ’cause we can’t. So unless you like looking at a group of freaks all night, move aside and keep quiet.” he grabbed your broom and threw it aside. You swallowed the thick lump that formed in your throat. Stepping forwarding even though your last attempt was futile, you tried again. ”but, my roof.”

You once again stepped forward, eyes wide in fear, watery because you tried to fight back tears. It was hard being an owner to an indie bakery in New York City and was a curse in the summer. Cafe tourists only come around to a shop like yours in the fall and winter. And your savings we're coming to an end. You couldn't afford to fix this roof! 

It might have been the please in your voice, the hopelessness in your eyes. Or just the plain guilt of his little brother breaking your roof. (it was your pretty face and sweet voice though). 

”Miss was very sorry, my brother-we don't mean to be harsh, it's just that we can't really pay for these damages,'' he patted your shoulder, trying desperately to calm you down. ”wait! Please, I'm sure we can work something out!” you called out desperately. Donnie picking up on the potential storyline, and stepped in, ”we could work on the roof at night, instead of paying for it.”

You gulped, glowing at the request, ”if you really could, I'd appreciate it greatly!” you said, even though in theory, they should be doing it. 

And surprisingly, Donnie was very good at rebuilding. 

~

That was about a month ago, and every time the turtles would stop by to work on the roof at ungodly hours, you always had a fresh treat for them. They appreciated it and so did Leo! 

He enjoyed your sweet and calm demeanor. You always tried to help and sent them home with sweet treats every time. Feeling bad for making them work on your roof even though it was their fault initially. Once they finished the roof you and Leo kept in touch, it sure came in handy! 

However, there was one good thing about you having your own shop. On Sunday's you usually came to the shop, even though it was closed, you came in to work on new recipes and check if all supplies were in stock. That’s when Leo would try to drop by, seeing as your back door has no camera’s he could just knock and you’d sit him down for a talk, tea and scones. 

However today was different, this Sunday he wanted to finally come clean. He wanted to confess that he’d grown attached to you. But when he dropped down in front of the door, it was ajar. That was strange, you always locked it, instincts kicking in; he strode in. The sight of you cornered in the backroom while low life purple dragons threaten you for money, while you tried to negotiate with them was truly maddening. All he wanted to see was red!

He stepped in and your whole face lit up, you knew you were safe now. No way these purple dragons were going to be let off the hook. He stepped out into the light and the older boys of the group growled. Apparently they knew your leader in blue. “I think it would be in your best interest to leave this young lady alone, and never come back.”

You smiled harder at his protective nature. One of the older looking dragons step forward, spitting on the floor next to Leo, “Hey! I just mopped”. Before the man could reply a snarky comment, Leo punched him in the stomach, grabbed his arm with his left and the man's shoulder with the right. Flipping the man and sending him flying, thankfully only knocking over a few chairs and knocking the man unconscious indefinitely. You let the breath you were holding go, Leo turned around and smiled sheepishly, you never really did well with violence. It frightened you, honestly.

You gasped as another dragon lunged at a distracted Leo and you felt your heart drop in your stomach. Thankful for his ninja fast reflexes, the knife wielding fist of the man and twisted all the way back until the he yelped in pain. Afterwards he roundhouse kicked another that had stepped forward to assist his fellow dragon. You ran out of your corner to quickly pick up the cake stand holding your newest creation as a fourth dragon was flown in to the said table. He quickly got up and yelled a war cry as he gave Leo a second go.

“WATCH THE GLASS PLEASE!” You called out to Leo. Catching a vase that was just about to fall because of another purple dragon hit the table the vase was perched on. Placing the glass cake stand on another table, which seemed in a safer spot than it was before. Putting the vase behind the counter and almost flying across the bakery to save another centerpiece you hadn’t put away yet. 

You were amazed at Leo’s mere strength and his careful fighting, the way his muscles bulged. His rock hard calves- The tip jar! You almost fell as you slid across back to the counter to grab the jar. Breathing in relief you turned to look at Leo. You grinned at your turtle friend, he was very close to you. And tonight was proof that you meant a lot to him too. 

Leo waited for you in the alley as you called the police. They interrogated you and asked you about the vigilante, and you simply said all you saw was blue, as you were too frightened and hid under the counter. After about 4 hours and the night held up to some ungodly hour you began cleaning up the shop once the police left. So exhausted you forgot to look for Leo after the police left, however he walked in to you putting the chairs up and helped. What a sweetheart. 

“Oh, Leo, I’m so sorry! I completely forgot to go get you” he waved you off. “It’s alright, you seemed very occupied”, you smiled at him once all the chairs were up and went to the set up table, and set up a box of treats for him, and a few for  yourself. “Come on, why don’t you and me go to my place. I’ll treat you to some tea!” 

He tried to politely decline, saying he would be imposing after such a night. “Don’t be silly Leo! Come, I already cleaned all the tea machines, but I have one at home. I’m inviting you, so don’t decline my kind offer!” You chuckled knowing he’d have to cave after that response. 

As you drove home and he followed you on the roof tops, he wondered when would he ever tell you? He watches as you walked into your apartment and fiddled with the keys. You tidied up the house and walked towards your fire escape and opened it up, peeking your head out to look for Leonardo. You almost screamed as he jumped down on the fire escape. Moving aside with a smile, “welcome to my humble abode!” Letting him look around and inspect your living room. After he walked in, you closed the window and slid the blinds closed, in case anyone looked through your window.

He loved your tiny home, with all the pretty decorations and doll like touches. It was homey, made him feel warm and he loved it. “Come sit at the table, I’ll get the tea ready! What would you like?” He was looking at the centerpiece on your table, peeking into his treat box when he replied, “anything’s fine, really”. You rolled your eyes, knowing he didn’t really mean that. He was just too polite to ask for anything else. So use to your shop that he went back to square one because of the whole new environment.

You brewed up some water, taking out some sleeping herbs to mix into some jasmine tea. You were gonna need it after the long night you had. “Well the water is brewing, want to play some cards? Or look through my books?” 

Leo has a knack for looking through the books you collected for the bakery or borrowing the ones you had on hand to read during breaks. He smiled at this request and you led him to the shelf of books you had. Every time he looked through one you’d explain, trying to help him choose. You knew he’d return it the second he was done, he had already done it to the other two you had lent him. 

He finally settled on the last book you read ’three dark crowns’. You went to serve the tea and set out the sugar, “I brought some scones from the shop to bring home. It’ll be like always!” 

You both sat and talked, drinking tea and scones. Have you always been this cute? And had Leo always been this bashful? Sure once and a while he got insanely polite, but you found it cute. Never had he been bashful about it though. The way he spoke with you quietly, as if afraid to frighten you while never looking at you. His eyes kept fluttering away from yours bashfully. It was s o cute. 

“Gosh today was insane! You really are great!” He smiled bashfully staring intently at his tea. “Yes, thank you.” 

He was being awfully shy and you really liked it, you loved your turtle friend, maybe more than usual. He deserved these compliments! “I’m honestly surprised you were able to just beat those guys so quick without breaking a single thing! That takes skill!” He chuckled once more and thanked you. You put a hand on his arm, “Leo, your such a wonderful fighter! I can’t even begin to thank you for what you did tonight. Not to mention all the nights you’ve kept me company, all the nights you’ve read with me and helped me with the shop. You’ve been such a wonderful friend, and I hope we always have each other.”

He looked at you with wide eyes, was…was this your way of hinting to something else? Were you trying to say something? Because if you did, this might mean.. “always?” You giggles at his breathless tone, “of course silly, you mean a lot to me, ever since these last two months, I’ve considered you a great friend!”

His Heart could have snapped and climbed out of his mouth right on the table. Of course you never meant that. He was foolish to think that a human would find a mutant attractive. Ridiculous to feel this way towards another human without a second thought. Standing up abruptly, “it’ll be morning soon, I should get going.”

You were confused at this brash action, “well yes, but that’s alright, you can stay here. I’ll be taking the day off because of tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch.” He felt his chest hardened at the sound of your invitation. He couldn’t let his imagination take advantage of it, and he wasn’t going to let it either. Couldn’t allow himself to daydream possibilities that just weren’t there.. 

“No, I’ll be alright.” He knew he was being harsh, but playing in your hands was going to ruin your friendship. He didn’t want to lose you completely because he couldn’t have more of what he already had; you. “Leo, sweetie, what’s wrong? Have I said something?” Standing up next to him, ready to walk him out, knowing you shouldn’t hold him captive! 

He shook his head slowly, dragging his feet back to his fire escape. “Now wait a minute, wait a minute!” You said while holding his arm. “I know you, sweetie! Now sit back down and tell me what’s really wrong. You can tell me anything!” He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, he knew he couldn’t tell you this. It wasn’t right and he was certain you weren’t expecting it. 

But you still tried to pull his arm back towards the table. He didn’t budge. He instead pulled you in to his arms, no longer feeling like he should hold back on holding you. Friends held each other like this, right? Holding you close, but not in a bold way. Holding you by your left arm and reaching up to your right cheek. “As much as I’d like to believe that, I know I can’t truly tell you.” Staring into your beautiful round eyes and mesmerizing them as much as he could. Knowing he wouldn’t have this opportunity again. 

You froze, flustered and in shock, Leo took his leave, knowing he should leave you to gather your thoughts. As he left, you touched your cheek, trying to remember his warm touch on you. Something new fluttered inside of you. Something familiar but distant that always stirred in you when he was around. But you for once  you decided to acknowledged it. Did.. did Leo share feelings for you? 

More importantly, did you? 

The rest of the night you thought of him and his warm hands on you. You dreamed of him throughout the night, his warm hands holding you. In the dream though they felt more possessive, more loving. And you loved every second of it, and missed it in the morning after you awoke. 

You had your answer, and you still had his box of treats on your living room table. He must have forgotten them on his rushed way out. The whole day you tried to sort your thoughts of last night. Trying your best to really think through your emotions, boys were your worst trait. Being committed to a man before cost you plenty. 

You had loved a man before and been deceived, loved another and been used, loved a third and been manipulated for money. Almost losing your beloved bakery to a scammer. Could Leo really be any different? There was one difference though, you never actively looked for that type of attention from Leo like you had from all your past lovers. This time there was a man who was hoping for you. 

A week passed and Leo never dropped by the shop anymore. You grew anxious, desperate even. Sending him a text to finally make up your mind. 

“Hey Leo! You left your treats at my house, thought you’d like some fresher ones. Pass by for some.” 

…

”Okay, sure!” 

This calmed your nerves. Perhaps him being less put off by the last night made you feel better. How wrong you were, he was basically shaking every passing moment before you texted. Fearing he had overstepped his boundaries when he held you. But your energetic text reassured him. 

The next night he stopped by when he noticed the blinds to the shop were closed. Walking through the back to see you sweeping. Knocking on the counter to catch your attention. 

“Hey, I’m here”, you swung around, surprise and delight evident on your face. “I’m glad, I already wrapped the treats up. I made a new recipe, a red velvet muffin, tell me what the boys and you think” you said, putting down two chairs and heating up some water, “chai or regular?” You spoke faster than usual, your nerves were very obvious. 

Yes, your turtle friend was a fan of chai tea!

“Uh, regular is fine, thank you.” You nodded and set the water to heat up. And as you drank your tea, you spoke small talk as always. But something was off, it was obvious but neither off you acted on it. The air had a scent of tension among the sweet smell of sugar and tea. 

As he finished and stood up while you put the cups away, you noticed his head hung low in embarrassment. Your heart clenched, no way would you leave this unsaid. 

“Wait”, you called out and ran around the counter to reach him. Your cheeks heating up as you thought of what to say, stuck in front of him with your mouth gaping like a fish. “It’s really okay cookie, (nickname Mikey gave you and the boys stuck too) you don’t have to talk about it-“

“Hold me.” He froze, blinked, and looked you up and down. Where you sick? “Wha-“

“I want you to hold me, like… like yesterday”, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing… you wanted him to hold you? Did this mean- “Please?” Before he could respond, you shuffled up to him and placed your two hands flat on his plastron and laid your head against him. 

His heart was slamming against your rib cage, he prayed you didn’t hear it. Slowing wrapping his arms around your own tiny form. Rubbing your back as your own hands roamed his chest and his scaly shoulders. For a ninja turtle who lived in the sewers, he smelled just like jasmine tea and smoked oak wood. You couldn’t help the need to reach up and wrap your arms around his neck and rest your forehead in the crook of his neck. 

He could see you tiptoeing in order to hug him around the neck and he couldn’t hold back his grin. “Your tiny”, he mumbled. You smiled and pulled back. “Leo, I have something to tell you.”

He smiled sheepishly, “I do too. And I’m going to go on a whim here and guess that you and I are going to agree” you giggled, fiercely pulling him closer your face and you stood flat on your feet, pulling him down as you did so. “You’d be Right!”

You leaned in, almost kissing when you stopped. Leaning against his plastron, “Leo, I really like you. But I’m scared. I really am. Just… just treat me right Leo. That’s all I’m asking for.” Hugging around his neck even harder. You wouldn’t survive another heart break. 

He gently pried you off and grabbed your chin, “cookie, ever since I met you, I felt bad for letting Raph bad mouth you. I don’t ever want to hurt you, I want to have the pleasure of getting to love you”. 

“I think I can live with that…” You tiptoed your way back up to his lips, gently pecking them, testing the waters. As he followed the rhythm of your lips as you both indulge into the taste of the other. Your sweet and slow kiss had turned from innocent, to passionate. Leonardo’s tentative licks on the bottom of your lip was what reminded you were you were. Bringing you back to life and pulled your chin out of his hand, you couldn’t make out with him in the middle of your cafe! 

“Sorry… I couldn’t help myself.” He said while panting against your forehead. You giggled, “it’s okay, but I think I’m going to have to put some brakes on you big boy!” 

You both laughed in each other’s embrace. 

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Sarcastic!DonatelloX Reader

Type: one shot

Pairing: DonatelloX Reader

Description: your a real hardcore kinda of gal, a real Raphael type without the short fuse. Though the rough housing you liked was too much for the witty and solitaire Donnie. So he kept his distance as much as possible, but maybe one night changes all of it!

And thank you so much @incorrecttmntquotes for inspiring me with a, as you said, bitchy Donatello! I love you content! Please give this story a reblog if you like it!❤️

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If there was one thing that you and Donnie had in common, it was the sarcasm. The differences were a much LONGER list. You were an extreme badass and Donnie was a nerd. Where Donnie was technical, you were cynical. Where Donnie was soft spoken and well mannered, you were loud and straight to the point. You spent most of your time with Raphael and Mikey, rough housing like a delinquent. But it seemed to be your home, it was what you were best at.

So when the turtle family begin you spending more time with the nerd of the family, at first they were confused. But as time went on, they started to catch on to what was worming it��s way through.

Being rough was all you ever knew, with 4 of your own brothers at home, and being the youngest. You were the runt of the pack and learned from a young age to fight or be fought, and possibly bruised. All of Your brothers were big and burly boys, they got it from your dad. So keeping up with Raph and Mikey was a breeze, considering the boys were a lot more gentle with you unlike your own brothers.

As you can imagine, being hardcore can be very exhausting and leaves lots of scars and bruises. You however had no shame showing them off. Donnie didn’t really pay you any mind at first because of the way you carried yourself. It wasn’t really something he could keep up with.

One night, when all the other boys were asleep and Donnie was working through the night, you called. Unusual for you to call his phone this late, or his phone at all. You were close to the turtles but were more intimately engaged with Raphael and Michelangelo. Though noticing how late it was and in desperate need of a distraction he picked up your call.

It was weird enough you had called, but even weirder that you sounded in shambles. Sitting up in a concerned way Donatello asked what was wrong. You pleaded on the phone for him to come over, that you were in desperate need of medical attention. Claiming you couldn’t even make it down to the lair. Refusing to go to the hospital. That was what sold it for him, and possibly scared him.

When Donnie made it to your bedroom window and knocked on the glass he could see your shadowed figure limping to the window. “Oh my god.... what-what happened?” He asked sheepishly. Not knowing how to act towards this. Not use to this banged up version of you.

You were quite beat up with your bruised cheek, almost ripped shirt and cut up leg. The way you were holding your arm was his first concern. A broken arm could get serious- QUICK. You replied to his question with, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

He wanted to point out that he didn’t really care, he was just being polite, but your current expression made him keep his mouth shut. Keeping his eyes on the task and being as gentle as possible. Thankfully your arm wasn’t broken but simply dislocated. Popping your elbow back into place as you swore in pain and checking the cuts on your leg after picking out the shards of glass from your leg. As he stitched up a pretty deep cut, you groaned and sucked in your breathe. That’s when he really saw and studied your face, your cheeks were reddish with swollen eyes and wet from recent tears.

Whatever happened to you, shook you up pretty bad. And for once Donnie felt bad for you. You were always so rough that he never really cared for the bruises you sported before. He always kept his distance, thinking you’d simply try to overpower him the way you did with his brothers.

You felt bad for snapping when he questioned you and felt your heart tug as he gently spread a numbing salve on your wound before continuing to stitch your wound up. He took great care with each cut. You took a deep breathe and confessed.

“Two of my older brothers got in a huge fight. Fists and all, they were tense about some disagreement and it spiraled out of control. I was the only one in the room at the moment and tried to separate them myself. I’m not sure what I was thinking, I should have called for my other brother’s.” You took a breathe as Donnie listened, looking intently. You could tell he wasn’t judging you for once. He had a tendency of always giving quick, witty and sarcastic comments under his breathe to just about everything.

You cringed at your own weakness and looked away. “They didn’t mean to hurt me, they tried to push me out of the way, that’s how I got my elbow all banged up. But I guess at the time I didn’t feel i-it”, you choked on a sob. Wallowing in your own self pity and disappointment. Still shaken up from the situation.

Donnie placed a gentle hand on your own, “you don’t have to force yourself to explain it. I’m just glad your alright”. You smiled while the last of your tears dried up. You weren’t angry with your brothers or even upset, you were angry at how weak you felt from the incident.

Perhaps it was the fact that no matter what you did you were still vulnerable and could still be hurt. Maybe it was the fact that no matter what you did, how tough you acted, or worked out. You would still be the runt of your family. You were still just a tiny, insignificant sister who would always be below her brothers. Maybe that was hard for you to swallow, maybe it had always been hard for you accept. But at this very moment where Donnie brushed it off as if it were nothing and helped you anyway. The feeling was rejuvenating.

Having someone finally see the part of you that you tried to hide so hard was very satisfying. A weight that was lifted off your shoulders, even if Donatello didn’t exactly understand what your were so conflicted about. All he knew was that you weren’t exactly acting strong right now and he wasn’t phased by it.

“You feeling better?” He asked as he wrapped the deepest gash on your leg. You gave him a lop-sided grin and said, “i just love emotions, I have them all the time.” He chuckled at your mono-toned voice and sarcastic remark.

Since that night, you spent more time with Donatello. He appreciated your sarcastic remarks and had a few of his own to throw back. You didn’t have to act strong around him but you didn’t have to tip toe around him either. Just because he was shy and soft spoken didn’t mean Donnie couldn’t be a smart ass! He caught you off guard multiple times!

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One time you were in the lab watching Donnie work as you two simply talked, chewing on bubble gum as you swung your legs from the table you sat on. As he worked on some wires the lights in the lair flickered and shuttered. You laughed it off with him and kept talking until Leo walked in. He demanded to know- “Donnie, what are you even doing?”

And your Donnie boy didn’t even falter in his response, “Leo, when you ask that you really just mean stop, you don’t really wanna know my thought process.”

Turning back around and continuing to work on whatever he was trying to do. You couldn’t even hold back your roar of laughter as Leo rolled his eyes and reminded Donnie to warn them when he was gonna mess with things like that. From that day forward, you noticed how quick wit Donnie could be. Even if he was a dork sometimes!

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There was another day in which you walked into the lair, sweating from the surface sun, bringing in some things he ordered online with your address. while walking into Donnie’s lab, which was stuffier than the rest of the lair, exclaiming “god, it’s going to be so HOT today!” And Donnie hadn’t even skipped a beat when replying with, “yes, it’s good practice for hell.”

You snorted and laughed so loud that he looked at you and smiled. You just had to ask, “do you even believe in god?” You asked in between laughs. While gesturing to his lab he replied, “I believe in hell, and it feels like I’m in it”. He turned his chair fully around and watched as you laughed.

He found that cute...

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Donnie had always had a smart mouth, but being around you made him think that it had encouraged him further. He couldn’t help it, things would just slip.

He was more sarcastic around his brothers as well, more than usual. And voiced them louder at times. A perfect example would be the current moment that the boys were trying to fix the TV and Donnie tried to do it by himself.

“We can help Don, ya know”, was Raph’s very gruff response to Donatello hogging the TV. As much as Donnie appreciated the help, he’d be better off doing it on his own. He just thought better that way.

“It’s alright, I always take care of it anyway”, he never meant it in an accusing way, but it was true and he was simply calling it out. Mikey was quick to try and hit back.

“Hey! You know what, we’re clever too, smarty pants.” Donnie snorted and already knew what to say, never turning his back as he spoke and continued to fix the TV. “What’s the difference between a gamete and a zygote?” The silence that filled the air made him smirk.

Raph tried to reassure his little brother, “don’t fall for it, Mikey, he’s just making up words”. Donnie almost felt the nerve of making another quick wit remark, but the sound of the TV turning on beat him to it. And filled him with all the satisfaction he needed.

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However you found his remarks very funny and always knew how to give a come back. He started noticing how different you acted with him than with the others. And he found that very reassuring, special even.

He watched as you played with Mikey on mario karts and walked slower to the kitchen for his glass of water as you won and jumped up. Rough housing with him in until he let you topple him over. Laughing but punching him on the shoulder.

Thinking it over as you walked over to his lab and walked over to his desktop and gave him a quick side hug. Something you rarely did with Mikey or Raphael. Than you dragged a seat you brought from the living room to his lab and pulled out his spare laptop to play a game. Watching him from a distance, he could feel your eyes in him.

You sat quietly next to him playing a quiet computer game next to him. Watching him was relaxing, even when he pushed his adorable glasses up his snout or mumbled to himself. You were never this way with the others, though you shared a harsh joke or two now and than with Donnie you never really rough housed.

He liked that....

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Days like that he treasured, though he did like the ones where you distracted him. With flirtatious words and offers like watching movies on his huge computer screen, or play games together, never the competitive ones. You were fine playing things like Gary’s mod or Minecraft. Pretty boring but it had its highlights. The days were you stayed up late texting nonsense and illogical conversation, that for some reason he tolerated and enjoyed.

He liked the ones where you’d force him to eat with you and take more breaks from his work, and to sleep and take even more breaks. You were sort of a slacker but Donnie was stubborn so it worked out. He never really had anyone think of him, in that kind of manner. A mother hen would just piss him off and you understood that. So sometimes you’d just left the food on his desk and brought him plenty of water every so often. He found it endearing, you were never this kind to the others. You were like a pufferfish, they never knew when you’d spike up, but never with Donnie.

His favorite memory so far he had of you was when you and asked him advice for pranking Mikey. He was the brains of the family after all! “I think I worked out a plan..” he mumbled while working it out in his head.

His remark sounded like Leo and you snickered while replying, “All right count me out.” He snapped his vision to you and laughed, enjoying your very well thought sarcasm. “You haven’t even heard it yet!” He said knowing he sounded like his elder brother and mimicking his voice when answering.

You stood up with a huge grin, enjoying his dorky laugh very much. “See how I’ve learned?” You laughed as you walked over towards him and resting your right elbow on his left shoulder. “Alright Doll, let’s hear it.”

Doll? He blushed and blabbered his plan, thinking and overthinking that one nickname you had given him.

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Though just like the good days came, so did the bad ones. You were a tough cookie, no one could deny it. You loved training at the gym and taking kick boxing lessons. You always sported a bruise Donnie couldn’t help but look at, sometimes they looked serious, And they could be! Though it was the days you trained with Raphael that put Donatello at most unease. It’s not that he didn’t trust you could hold your own, but at what cost? Another bruise? A cut? A sprained ankle?

Though he never interrupted or interfered. He knew better than that. But one night you came to the lab, littered in cuts and a big shiner on your left eye. When you explained you had gotten in the middle of a street fight that had bets involved and got a good 70 bucks from it. Donnie had almost lost it. He couldn’t believe how careless you were being with your own well-being.

“You could have gotten really hurt! That black eye could have been a broken eye socket or a dislocated jaw! You could have been shanked!” You tried to brush it off, saying they were no match for you. The big grin still shining on your face.

But Donnie had had enough of ‘turning his right cheek’, he had to address this. “Do you hate yourself?”

You were dumbfounded at this question, “no?” You answered carefully. He had to hold back the edge in his voice, “You sure as hell don’t act like it. You could have killed yourself tonight. Your brothers would have been devastated and for what? 70 bucks? That’s no where near how much your worth” he grumbled while examining your black eye.

Something clicked... did he?

Did you?

“I’m sorry Donnie-“, this gave him pause, “-but why? Why do you help me so much? Why do YOU care?” He looked at you fondly and your heart drummed, something definitely not unwelcome, and it wasn’t unusual either nowadays. He snapped his gaze somewhere else when replying, “because my life is a mess right now and I compulsively take care of other people when I don’t know how to take care of myself”. You stared at him, knowing that was just a witty joke. “Really. That’s all?” You asked knowingly.

“Because your special to me- to me a-and my brothers of course..” he stammered and tried to cover up quickly.

Donnie didn’t want to overstep on something that may just be in his head. You grabbed one of his hands and looked at him smugly, “why? What’s so special about me?” He sighed, picking up on your facial expressions, he couldn’t believe what he was about to say.

“How long you got?” He answered with a raised eyebrow (bone?). You chuckled at his sarcastic remark that showcased his New York accent perfectly before realizing what he meant. You looked up adoringly, while he looked away bashfully. “Donnie.. do you actually like me?” He sighed while shrugging, “I don’t see why not?-why I shouldn’t” he answered while nonchalantly putting two medical butterfly clips on your busted chin.

You smiled with wide eyes, “wait. So was that a confession?” He answered quickly, “well it wasn’t some-some kind of political hearing, so I’ll assume it was.” You laughed at his joke, he was trying to keep calm, but his soft voice and tiny stutters while his hands trembled softly when putting away his medical supplies threw off his facade.

You smirked while hopping off his examining table and while he set down his medical box next to you. You slid under his left arm and hugged his plastron. “Your the only person I can really relax with. It would be an honor if you’d let me find peace with you there to help me. I’d love it if you told me off like that more often, I sorta need it” you finished with a sly smile. Donatello was frozen in his spot. So you hugged him tighter.

Donnie was speechless but slowly wrapped his arms around you. He could get use to this, you were just so different than him, but so warm. So small. Did you really want to be his? “You sure about that? You don’t always wanna hear my opinions” you grinned up at him chuckling to yourself as you replied, “if you voice them like that hell yeah!”

He chuckled along knowing you were up to something but decided to play along. Feeling strange but oddly at peace as you swayed him while you held each other. “And why’s that?” He asked, already regretting it as you smirked. “Because it’s HOT” he laughed but blushed and looked away.

“Your a handful!” He softly exclaimed while looking away. You chuckled and stood on your toes to press your lips to his cheek. Laughing again as he became even more bashful. If he could, he would of hide his face in his shell right at that moment. It was strange to see the gloomy and witty turtle so bashful, shy you were use to- but bashful? It was adorable!

As you pressed against his plastron you commented, “it takes a real man to love me even when I’m THIS fucked up. Black eye and busted chin, the whole package!” Donnie knew you were joking, but it still rubbed him the wrong way hearing you talk like that. Not able to hold back his mouth.

“They don’t bother me, I know what your really like, that’s what re-really all that matters to me.” Your heart drummed as you smiled and reached up to clasps his cheeks in both of your hands. What a sweetheart! He really was strangely-dorky adorable.

You leaned upward while he fumbled on what to do, you fluttered your pretty lashes closed and puckered your lips to meet his. Donnie’s height making it difficult for you to take the whole step, he would have a to meet you halfway. Mirroring everything you did and leaning down to you, your soft lips brushed his and he almost pulled back. Unsure of himself and his ability to even be near you in this kind of way.

From the outside of the Lair you could hear Raph yell, “MIKEY YOU OWE ME 5 BUCKS!!!” Donnie jumped backwards and when he came back to his senses flared at his older brother. You laughed, “it’s just a dumb bet they had, something about who would kiss who first.”

He looked down at you with an accusing look, “what if I just knocked him unconscious?” You gave him a look before responding, “that won’t change the past!” He snorted when saying, “but it would make the present so much nicer”.

You leaned closer to him one more time before nuzzling his plastron.

“Thank you for letting me be soft, nerd”

“Shush you big softie, I still can’t believe you got in to a street fight”

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“How many did you win?” You laughed while hugging him harder. You would like this very much.