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Is it so much to ask for mutant turtle cuddles?

Drew the last scene from chapter 14!

💖 This also reminds me of something I wrote on my old side blog, hope you enjoy it as well 😊

I'm gonna do this in the form of headcanons with 2016 Donnie c:

Donnie would notice you being more quiet than usual, or more distant

Like your mind was elsewhere

"What is it, turtle dove?"

"Oh, it's nothing..."

"It doesn't seem like nothing. I know you better than that, y/n."

You sighed

"I just... I don't know... After being mutated I thought I'd feel more sure about myself."

He nods

"But... even as a mutant, I still have... insecurities about myself."

You tell him what you were most self concious about

"Really? That's my favorite part of you. Or at least one of favorite parts."

"Human or mutant, you're you. And I wouldn't want you to change who you are on the inside."

He'd wrap his arms around you, holding you close to him

He'd drop a kiss on the top of your head

"You're perfect, my love..." he softly say to you, nuzzling his face gently in your neck

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The next morning, when you woke up, you were positive that you had the strangest dream last night. However, when you tried looking for the glowing canister in your backpack, it was gone, and you couldn’t find it anywhere in the apartment either. You checked the window and found it unlocked, your backpack was unzipped, and you could still remember parts of the conversation between you and this Donnie guy.

Walking on your way back home from your tutoring session, you decided to leave a note for your mysterious hero. You were surprised to get one back the next morning.

“I guess you’re not a dream after all.” You muse as you reread the note.

The note-passing continued for a few weeks before you finally asked if you could meet him, in-person meet him. The notes that were passed were as follows.

“I’m not sure you really want that.”

“Why, will it put me in danger or something? Dream hero?”

“Honestly, yes.”

“As bad as the glowing canister I found?”

“Possibly. Why do you want to see me?”

“Because these notes and your nerdy jokes are the best parts of my day. I’d just like to have a face to go with your handwriting.” That was the last note you sent him, and that was a few days ago. Honestly, you were almost hurt by the lack of response from Donnie. Late after school, you walked home with your head down; the street lamps lit your path as you focused on the sidewalk. You made it home with little trouble and checked for a brightly colored note, and found nothing. You threw your bag next to the door and decided to not worry about homework until tomorrow. Without noticing, you fell asleep to the drone of the movie on the T.V.

It was late when you woke up; you could hear the shuffling, almost like that first night. A figure hidden in shadows stood beside the window; with a yawn, you sat up and looked around the apartment’s living room.

“Donnie?” You ask, holding back another yawn.

“Um, yeah, it’s me.” He quietly said your name as you blinked to get your vision to normal standards. “Listen, I’m going to show you something, and you have to promise that you won’t scream or call the police, okay?” Your foggy mind had cleared by then, and you nodded in confusion.

“Okay,” you said slowly, “what is it you’re going to show me?”

“A face to go with that handwriting.” You could hear the slight nervous quiver of his voice, he turned on the lamp beside the window, and you could see in the soft light the worried furrow of his brow.

“Wow.” You whisper, getting up to take a closer look at him. “Incredible,” he stood there holding his breath, waiting for you to point out the obvious, “just incredible, you are." You paused, taking in the look of worry on his face. His tall stature, his hands fiddling with each other as if he didn't know what to do. You felt the corners of your mouth tilt up. "Just as dorky as I thought you would be.” You grinned, taking a step away from the flabbergasted turtle.

“What?” You had to suppress a laugh as you walked towards the kitchen. He was speechless, and you felt a small dash of pride as you walked.

That night when they’d seen you take a knife to the stomach like it was nothing, They were sure it was all an illusion. It wasn’t just the fact that you’d gotten stabbed, but you didn’t flinch. April had been running a story about robberies on your side of the city.

The cops had been struggling to track down the suspect, so the boys had taken matters into their own hands. So when they found a reliable lead, the plan was to apprehend the perp and turn him in. Because this man was smart, and he’d been leaving bodies in his wake. He was getting off on hurting people. Something they couldn’t just let slide.

Leo promised himself he wouldn’t let another person get hurt. That’s why when you were taken hostage, they were careful not to make a move. Especially since your assailant was now panicking that he was surrounded by four huge turtles. In a last attempt to escape he’d rammed the knife right into your gut. They’d flinched, and you didn’t react. His surprise gave you an opening. You’d spun around, delivering a harsh punch to his jaw that knocked him out cold.

Silence followed, and you didn’t wince or grimace, not once as you drew the blade from your abdomen. The metal clattered to the ground, and Donnie stared in interest at your bloody knuckles and soaked t shirt. The wound had caused a slit in your clothing, and they all watched astonished as the wound began to slowly heal itself. With nothing more than the blood in its place, your eyes lifted.

The right words couldn’t be said, not at that moment But you realized then that you weren’t the only supernatural being living in New York City.

That was almost a year ago.

It would have been a lie to say that the whole mutant situation was easy to grasp. But you’d seen them that day, and then April O’ Neal made it her mission to track you down to get answers. You both had secrets you needed to protect. At the time, your alliance was merely an agreement to keep both parties safe. You had no interest in being a hero. Nor did you want to end up in some lab to be poked and prodded.

As days turned to weeks, your views changed. What started off as a business proposal flourished into actual friendship. You respected what they did. More so because you could never truly see yourself putting your life on your line for complete strangers. They were admirable with their own amazing qualities.

Donatello was..different.

A part of you has always been a bit distant. Even with friends and family, no one knew about your abilities. The boys were the only ones who knew outside of April, Casey and Vern. So when he’d offered to study your DNA to figure out what triggered your power, you were hesitant at first. For one, it wasn’t the fact that you couldn’t feel pain.

You just..couldn’t feel anything.

It had only started in your senior year of high school after you’d gotten into a car accident. You’d healed much like everyone else, but since that day. Everything was different. You were different. That’s why the thought of a cure was all you wanted. But the pain that would follow when you realized even that was unattainable would hurt. Despite that, Donnie believed.

So you agreed.

For the last four months you’d been doing tests. You weren’t sure you would even find anything, but Donnie was hopeful. It was kind of cute to watch him gush over science. Not that you would admit such a thing to his face.

“I think I’ve made a breakthrough!!”

Donnie’s voice draws your focus in. You follow him to his computers. He taps on the screen, the many images of your DNA structure laid out right before your eyes. There’s a copy of a regular sample of a person, compared to yours. The first discovery he’d made was the differences in your strand. He’d spent the first few weeks trying to separate every part to come up with some kind of answer. But each attempt led to another failure.

“I’ve been going about this all wrong. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before!!”

He kept babbling about some scientific terms that didn’t even seem real to you. He began typing vigorously on his computer.

“Mind sharing with the class Donnie?”

He blinks.

“Yes, of course sorry.” He adjusted his glasses, pulling a chair for you to take a seat. You did, waiting for him to explain.

“This entire time we’ve been operating under the intention that your abilities are separate entities. But they aren’t. Your healing is tied to your body’s integumentary system. That’s why you don’t feel. Whatever chemical reactions that are in your body providing this defensive mechanism are intertwined. If we can figure out how your body heals, then maybe we’ll be able to trigger the switch to help you regain feeling.”

The light seemed to brighten in your eyes at the mere possibility of feeling something. Anything.

Everything.

“Donnie…that’s incredible!”

“I know, and I have just the place to start!!” His focus returned to the screen. You knew what that meant. It would be a while until he would be able to pry himself away from his work. You sat there, looking at the almost foreign equations on the screen, then back to Donnie. Initially you’d been so skeptical. You didn’t want to get your hopes up. But he was so sincere. He was a scientist at heart, so of course experiments excited him. But that’s not how he saw you, how he treated you. Maybe he’d seen the hurt you wore as you explained your powers all those months ago. His words were still echoing in your mind.

“I’ll help you feel again. As a scientist I promise I’ll help you.”

You didn’t understand why he even cared. It was almost like he understood.

In a way he did. He knew full well what it was like to be different. To feel like you didn’ truly belong.

He worked day and night fighting to give you just a chance at a normal life. Even with all he already had on his plate. He was incredible.

“(Y/N)?”

You blink a couple times, and Donnie places his hand on your shoulder to check if you’re okay. The second his hand touches your skin, you’re startled. Then his body is thrown halfway across the room by what looks like a shockwave of energy.

“D-Donnie!!”

He grunts when his back hits the wall, and your scream draws everyone in. Splinter, Raph and Leo come from the direction of the dojo. Mikey right behind.

Donnie is picking himself off the floor, and you keep at a distance. Leo races to your side.

“(Y/N) What happened what’s wro-” He reaches out to help.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!!”

Leo flinches, and now they're all confused.

You stagger backwards, looking down at your hands. Your vision feels blurred, and your breath is shaky. You have no idea what happened. This isn’t like any of your other abilities. This is different.

Donnie lifts his hands as he approaches slowly.

“You need to calm down. I’m fine, see.” He gestures to his body, and you’re still frightened.

“I-I don’t know what’s going on. T-That’s never happened before Donnie I-”

“It’s okay. It was an accident. I need you to breathe. Whatever this is, if your respiration rate raises any higher, it could set off another wave. I don’t want you to get hurt. “

You’d literally just chugged him across the room and he was worried for your safety.

His brothers have yet to move. It’s apparent that Donnie might be the best bet to resolve this situation.

“Steady your breathing.”

He instructs softly. He’s still keeping his distance, because he knows if he gets any closer, you’ll probably run off in hopes of avoiding another blast hitting him. You did your best to follow what he said. Breathing in and out in a controlled manner. It takes a few moments, but you look a little less like a frightened deer. Donnie offers a nervous little smile, and it actually helps. You return it.

“That’s great. You’re doing amazing.” He just takes one step, careful not to move too quickly.

“We need to figure out what triggered it (Y/N). Something must have happened? Maybe you got scared, or felt overwhelmed looking at the computers. Even excited.” He had just delivered some good news to you. So, you backtrack.

“What I was feeling..”

Nothing you think of seems to stand out, so you look at Donnie pleading. He can see your desperation. But the longer you stare at him, something dawns on you.

Feelings.

You swallow, and your eyes run over him, much like you’d done when you were sitting in the chair. Looking at him. Your heart rate increases.

“It couldn’t be..” You mutter.

“What is it?” Donnie asks.

Pink is now littered all over your face.

“Oh my gosh.” You voice.

Donnie is still very much confused. Yet, Raph and Leo are no longer tense. Splinter folds his arms.

“Damn, don’t scare us like that. We really thought ya guys were in trouble. Let’s get out of here.” Raph says.

“W-What are you talking about? We haven't figured it out yet!!” Donnie argues. Leo just pats his back.

“I’m sure she can explain. “ Leo says nothing more, just turns, and Raph follows with a smirk.

“Have fun dork.” He throws over his shoulders.

“Wait, I wanna know what happens.” Mikey says.

“Come on dumbnut!!” Raph grabs Mikey by his shell, dragging him off. Splinter bows.

“Not you too, Sensei!!”

“I’m confident you will figure this out, Donatello.” He’s gone before Donnie can even form a sentence. Now that it’s just the two of you, Donnie feels like he’s in over his head.

“I can’t believe they just left like that, so much for family.”

He complains. He still has no way to help you. But now that it’s just the two of you, he observes. Your eyes are trained at your feet. You no longer look as guarded. A part of him knows that they must believe this isn’t serious to just leave like that. Donnie moves closer, and this time you don’t try to run.

“(Y/N), is it possible that you’ve figured out what caused it?” You nod sheepishly.

“Are you..going to tell me?” Your head is still lowered, and you shook your head.

“I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong. Please. It can’t be that bad?” He tries to give you a reassuring smile.

There’s nothing you can do but be honest.

“I think they reacted that way because of..how I feel about you.”

He still looks confused.

“How..you feel about me?” He tilts his head adorably.

“I..I like you Donnie.” It’s just above a whisper. There’s no reaction. Not at first. But it catches up to him, and he becomes a stuttering mess.

“I-I y-you b-but y-you I..” He’s not forming coherent sentences, and you feel painfully embarrassed. This was what you were afraid of.

Donnie is still trying to gather himself, but he notices how you become silent. Almost guarded. You take a step back, holding your body protectively. He knows that stance. Seen it too many times not to recognize when you felt vulnerable. Gathering his courage, he decides maybe it’s time to own up.

“You fight criminals for a living. This should be a piece of cake. You got it Donnie!” He needs the internal pep talk.

“Donnie just forget that I-”

“I-I like you too!!” He blurts it out.

“I-I’ve liked you since that day I promised I’d help you with your powers. I’ve had the biggest crush on you for the longest time!” He confesses. You’re both stunned at his bravery in that moment and the confession. He turns his back quickly, fidgeting with his glasses. He can’t look you in the eye.

“I-I just wanted you to know.” He mumbles. Your cheeks are still burning, but you manage to move, walking around Donnie. You're now able to see his face, and he lifts his head slowly.

“I’m sorry..I should have said something earlier.” You shake your head.

“You don't have anything to be sorry for Donnie.”

He was just as scared as you’d been.

“Do you mean it? You’re not just saying it because…you pity me?” You hate that your mind even goes there, but it’s always been at the back of your mind. Donnie was a literal hero. His feelings could have been easily blinded by loyalty, or sympathy.

“It’s not pity.”

You meet his eyes, because there is no uncertainty in that statement.

He takes one step, and you almost hold your breath. His gait has changed. He looks a little more sure of himself. When his hands lightly touch your shoulders, you let out a soft breath. He’s so close. When he leans in, your heart rate increases.

“I know that you probably won’t feel this, but I hope it helps you understand how I feel. “ He mumbles, right before his lips press to your own. Your eyes widen. Not due to surprise from the boldness Donnie has displayed. But the warmth that comes with this kiss.

The warmth.

“Warm.”

You remind yourself that you feel it. The heat of his lips on your own.

You can feel it.

Pulling back hurriedly, you gape at Donnie.

“I-I’m sorry that was my first time! I don’t have a lot of experience. Was it horrible!?”

He’s fully panicking.

“I felt it…”

Donnie is the one who’s stunned now.

“I felt it.” You repeat. You swallow, reaching for his hand. When you place it at the center of your chest, you stare, then begin laughing.

“I can feel it..I can feel you…DONNIE I CAN FEEL YOU!!” It’s a cheer, and he mirrors your excitement.

“You can feel me!!!”

He picks you up, spinning you around. When your feet land on the ground again, you’re still both having your little celebration for a while. You’re a bit delirious with joy. This is incredible. Almost unreal. Your happy laughter dies down, and you can’t help but smile at him.

It slowly drops when you run over the last couple seconds. You swallow, and Donnie barely has a chance to react, because you lean in this time, pressing your lips to his desperately. There’s a soft sound of surprise and he backpedals, almost knocking items off his desk. He steadies himself. When the initial shock wears off, he pulls you in, returning the kiss. His hands run up your back, and you moan.

Donnie realizes that he loves the sound. He spins around, this time purposely shoving items off his desk as he lifts you up. Neither of you break the kiss as he plants you comfortably on the table. Your hands are everywhere, you want to feel it all. Donnie has quite the same idea. You wrap your legs around his waist.

“Your..room..”

You manage to get out between the hungry kisses.

Donnie nods sheepishly, navigating down the hall with you in tow. He stumbles for a second, and you laugh as he braces on the wall. He mimics the sound with a laugh of his own as you pull him back into a kiss. Trying to make it to his room.

There’s no sign of either of you stopping, or slowing down.

R: "Uh, y/n, what the heck are ya doin'?!"

Me: "Scraping the icing off the poptart. I don't like it. I hate wasting it though. I've thought about it, but I just can't think of the perfect solution for it..."

R: "Uh, Y/N -"

**Donnie stalks toward Y/N, grabs her by the waist and dips her dramatically**

A/N: Hi there! Thank you for your request! I had to google this song, because I didn’t know it and at first I was like lol Steam Powered Giraffe? That’s a funny name :D Then I saw the music video of Honeybee and I was...well...kinda disturbed? I mean they moved sooo much like robots, I’m not even sure, if they were real humans O.o And then I had to listen to the song a second time, because I was so distracted with the video that I didn’t actually listen to the lyrics xD but yeah, you’re right. That is a sad song indeed :( But I still hope you like reading this! I‘m sorry that it is so short per turtle though...

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Pairings: LeoxReader, RaphxReader, DonniexReader, MikeyxReader

Warnings: slight angst

Leonardo

He was on his way to the dojo for his meditation when he passed your shared room. He heard the sounds of a guitar and your humming, but it was definitely not a happy song, so he decided to listen to it for a little while. The door was ajar and he leaned against the wall outside of the room. As you sung the song with your beautiful and soothing voice, he remembered your past. You had survived the torture of the Shredder himself and „only“ lost your left arm while being held hostage. Leo will always regret not being able to keep you safe that day, even if you reassured him that it wasn’t his fault a hundred times. As the song came to an end, Leo slowly walked into the room and saw you sitting there on your bed with the guitar in your hands. Your eyes were a bit watery from almost crying and he just sat down beside you to hold your hand. „Y/N, I promise you, no matter what happens I will always be there for you.“

Raphael

You and Raph were listening to music when you looked on your phone to choose the next song. Your eyes fell onto Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe and your eyes lit up. „Hey Raphie, how about I play the next song myself?“ you asked him as you picked up your guitar with your prosthetic hand. „Sure, babe.“ he replied and smiled at you. As you played the song, Raph’s smile vanished however and his gaze went nowhere. He seemed to think about something and didn’t even realize when you finished the song. „Raph? Raphael? Are you okay?“ you asked with a worried look on your face and took his hand to bring him back to reality. „Huh? Uh...yeah...I guess? You were wonderful! But...I mean...the song really got me thinking...maybe I am too harsh to my brothers at times. I guess I should be thankful that they didn’t abandon me at some points in my life for being so ungrateful.“ You were surprised by his thoughts and immediately pulled him into a tight hug to let him know that you were there. „No, that’s not true, Raph. You’re a great brother and the others think so too, believe me. We will never leave you.“

Donatello

While repairing your broken laptop, Donnie stumbled onto a few old videos of you playing the guitar and singing. The videos must’ve been at least 3 years old, because in them you still had your right hand. You had lost it when you were attacked by the Kraang and met your for personal heros. As he watched the short clips he didn’t seem to notice your presence behind him. „What are you watching, Donnie?“ you asked with a slight grin, already knowing what he was looking at. Donnies face went red immediately as he tried to close the window in panic. „I-I...I wasn‘t spying on you! I swear! I found them by accident and...well...your voice is amazing...“ he stuttered. You just giggled and sat down on his lap. „I know, you big dummy. But how about I play you something for real?“ You asked and he looked at you with a smile. „You can still do that?“ „Sure! I mean, you’re the one who built my fantastic new hand!“ You said proudly as you moved all your fingers of your robotic hand. „Which song do you want me to play?“ „Well...“ His gaze met your laptop again as he saw the thumbnail of you performing Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe. „I really liked this song...but...just to let you know, I‘ll always be with you. I really care for you, Y/N.“

Michelangelo