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molzies-fanfics · 2 years

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Kouros

A/N: I think this is the main reason why I don’t draw male anatomy often lol. I can’t imagine what the people around me would think if they saw photos like that on my phone, I’d be mortified! So I tried to channel that kind of feeling into this fic, and because I need to write for Donnie boi more and I think his reaction would be a hell of a lot funnier I decided to go with him! Hope y’all enjoy!

UPDATE: it’s been well over two years since I began the draft...but I’ve done it! it’s here! IT’S ALIVE! this fic I mean...starting uni next week so wish me luck guys!

Donatello x gender neutral reader

words: 753

Requested by: @choccoshake

Donnie knew you loved art, doodling, painting, graffiti, you name it you most likely did it. It was similar to how he had to get a blueprint down or the itch to write equations almost everywhere. He was surprised his brothers weren’t annoyed with the incessant scribbles but sometimes there were just as bad with how they wrote their names all over the place, especially the glaring graffiti of Leo’s name before you entered the area of his ‘bedroom’.

However having a significant other that kept most of their drawings to themselves was a welcomed change of pace. You often found inspiration whilst sitting in his lab, which made him feel like a piece of him gave you the little creativity push. It gave him fuzzy butterflies in his stomach to say the least. Sometimes you used his printer to print out references for your work, you sometimes used the grid method and other times it was just better to have it to scale besides where you were working. Donnie never pushed to see what you were working on, you always gave him a heads up before peering over his shoulder by brushing your fingers over his shell or mumbling his name softly.

That was until he went to fetch something from his printer this morning and found not only his papers on ‘how to get pepperoni out of an engine’ (don’t ask) but an incredible amount of pictures of shirtless dudes.

Human shirtless dudes to be more precise.

Even though Donnie had the suspicion that this was purely for art’s sake, he couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that shot through his chest.

Not only were most of these men pure muscle but they were clearly human…something he was very much not.

You were invested in drawing anatomy, of course that included human men. He tried to think of this from a more logical point of view, but he couldn’t help the ‘what ifs’ from entering his mind and taking over his somewhat uneventful morning (besides the pepperoni incident).

Before he could come to anymore conclusions he knew he had to talk to you…or at the very least give you your references.

“Hey Y/N?” Donnie’s voice called out from his lab as he entered the lair. You were perched on the couch, fully engrossed in your drawing.

“Yeah babe?” you answered, not bothering to look up. This was normal behavior between the two of you. If either of you were working then you wouldn’t bother looking up unless it was something important. Donnie felt hurt nonetheless. He really needed you to look at him just for the sake of seeing him.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” The turtle asked, gripping the papers to his chest as if they would protect him from his feelings.

Finally, you pushed your sketchbook to the side as you focused all of your attention on him and only him.

“Sure! What’s up?” You grinned. Dread began to settle over the terrapin’s face as he didn’t want to be the cause of distress. Yet he couldn’t get those damn thoughts out of his brain.

“I just wanted to know about these?” He smirked slightly as he showed you the pictures.

“Oh…those were just for drawing. They look a bit stupid though huh?” Giggling, you apologized for using his printer without checking first.

“That’s not what I wanted to talk about, I mean kind of, but not at the same time?” your expression morphed into confusion as he rambled.

“Okay? Wanna sit with me?” You offered as he walked around the couch, sitting very close to you as he took a deep breath in.

“It’s just…when I saw these I couldn’t help feeling jealous. You draw anything and everything and I understand that includes the male anatomy of…humans. Your own species. I think…I felt like you could do so much better than me.” The purple banded turtle’s walls came down as shrank into his shell.

“Don, you are my boyfriend. I care about you so much it hurts sometimes. Yeah I draw people all the time but maybe I should focus on something else…” you trailed off, taking the references from Donnie and dropping them on the floor.

“What’s that?” he asked meekly.

“Can I draw you?” your eyes gleamed, your hands resting on his cheeks as you asked.

“Oh-of course!” chuckling to himself, he let out his signature snort as you scrambled for your sketchbook beginning a detailed sketch of your Donnie. Your muse, Donatello.

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findmeinasunshower · 2 years

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𝒦𝒾𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓁𝓁: 𝐻𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝑅𝒶𝓅𝒽𝒶𝑒𝓁

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one-shot

warnings: none.

When you had first met the Hamato brothers, introductions were on Leo’s part. They had just joined the NYPD for a long-scale mission you were launching.

Even then, you could tell his hands were longing for his swords the whole time. Since you’ve known him, he’s always more comfortable with the weight of his katanas in his hands, especially when he’s uneasy.

As he talked, he stood with his arms crossed in what Mikey had later told you was the “lecture stance.” Raphael was standing slightly bent as if he would charge at any moment, hands hovering easily near his sais. Mikey and Donnie had adopted the most casual stances: When introductions had begun, Mikey had dropped into a crouch—one that might look casual, but that you found out could turn around in less than a second.

Donatello was leaning against the Battleshell with one leg crossed over the other. He appeared to be relaxed, but you noticed that he was mighty close to the guns on the vehicle from that position. He could easily fire off some warning shots if it became necessary.

Your keen eyes determined that Raphael had the most trouble trusting others than his brothers: What he was doing was actually less effective. All eyes were constantly returning to Raph, naming him the greatest threat, while Mikey and Don went more unnoticed (as unnoticed as a giant turtle could go).

At the time, even though you were nervous, you could understand their caution. The second they stepped into the picture, you knew their intentions were good. Why else would they come out now? But they had every right to be wary of humans and what they could do...from what you later learned, their experiences in the past hadn’t been the best.

Unfortunately, trust often required trust, which was hard to produce, having been through what they had. The other brothers were willing to give it a shot, but you could tell Raphael followed reluctantly.

Besides, humans sometimes surprised Raphael, if not often. You especially.

Being a fellow techie, you and Donnie had bonded immediately, while you found yourself once discussing strategy and behavior with Leo in the warehouse’s makeshift breakroom. Mikey was happy to talk with anyone who would listen, so he was around you a lot, but Raphael...he was elusive.

The second-eldest brother had absolutely terrified you at first with his hard stares and threatening body language, but it only took you about a week and a half of working with him to figure out that that was a shield. Though he would never (and still will never) admit it, he’s terrified of humans or, more specifically, of what humans are capable of. Especially when it came to his brothers.

But, you were determined to get him to open up to you as well. And it didn’t take you long to find your chance.

About three weeks into the mission, you had come to him with your head bowed and shyly asked for him to teach you some self-defense.

Raphael, who had previously been sitting alone in the corner by himself, was so caught off guard by the question he couldn’t even be annoyed that you had interrupted him.

“You want what?”

You sighed and shifted your feet nervously. “Listen, I just graduated from the Academy, and was immediately placed on this assignment. I’m a techie, so they don’t teach us as much as they should...and I have a feeling I’m gonna need to know how to protect myself around you guys.”

Raphael’s eyes narrowed dangerously and you were quick to amend your statement: “No no no, that’s not what I meant. You guys are my friends, I know you would never hurt me.” Raph was a little taken aback by this human calling him a “friend”, but you continued on too quickly for him to fully process what you said. “I just...if shit hits the fan, I don’t want to have to rely completely on everyone else to protect myself, yanno?”

And that’s how Raphael came to be teaching you self-defense.

“Okay, let’s see the twist punch and a right hook.”

You bit your lip and executed the moves a bit unsurely. The punching bag barely moved.

Raph raised an invisible eyebrow. “A little harder, maybe? Might want to actually hurt your target.”

You gritted your teeth and made another try, hitting the punching bag as hard as you could. You yelp in alarm when your knuckles crack and clutch the offended hand into your chest. You try to stop your eyes from watering too much as you say miserably, “God damn, I didn’t think it would hit back.”

Raphael chuckled. “I thought you said you were one of the smart ones!” he cracks sarcastically, making you glare at him. “Ever heard of Newton’s laws of motion? You don’t have to be a genius to get that hitting something heavy hard enough is going to hurt.”

You huff and shake your hand out, trying to get any other feeling but pain back into it. “I thought you were the dumb one,” you tease back before training your gaze on Raph. “You know physics?” you ask curiously

The turtle nods and takes your injured hand, manipulating it gently in his. “You try having a genius brother without something rubbing off.” He twists your hand mildly and you hiss in protest. He glances up apologetically. “Sorry. It’s better to move it gently than it is to shake it: Shaking helps temporarily, but not in the long-run. I think Donnie explained it sometime when we were seven and I kicked a wall.”

You can’t help but snort. “Why did you kick a wall?”

Raph tilts his head thoughtfully for a moment, making you wonder briefly if the question was too personal to ask. But then the red-banded turtle admits: “I’d just been told that Leo was gonna be our leader. Didn’t take it too well, obviously, so Donnie fixed me up and told me why it hurt.” Raph shrugs and lets go of your hand—you can’t let yourself drop it yet though, so it floats in the air between you for a moment. “Now that I think about it,” he continues, “it might have just been to get my mind off of what happened. But, it stuck anyway.”

You smile and grasp your wrist, gently twisting it and working away the remains of the pain. “Sounds like he’s a good brother.”

Raph looks surprised for a moment before his eyes narrow playfully and he pats the bag. “Just hit the damn bag,” he grunts.

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fizzle-faz · 9 months

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(AO3)

You often found yourself in Donnie’s lab. You aren’t sure how you kept ending up there, considering there was always shit going on all throughout the rest of the lair and whatever hell broke loose on the surface. Though at the moment, Donnie and you were the only conscious creatures under the city. Donnie’s sleeping schedule was absolute dogshit, and since you knew you’d end up not sleeping anyway, you stayed with him. Most of the time you just watched, and now was no different. He didn’t mind having you around, but would never voice such.

“Hey Dontron,” you began, staring him down as he tinkered with some invention. “You wanna play Mario Kart?” He stopped and looked up at you, confusion plastered to his features. He quickly shook any emotion from his face and went back to work.

“No. I’ve told you before, I have to finish this project.” You consistently tried to get him to stop working and just watch a cheesy horror film from the 80s, or play video games together and drink coffee, but he refused as often as you offered. He looked up again, visible annoyance growing. “And don’t try to talk me into it again. I’m not in the mood.”

You frowned, narrowing your eyes. You turned around, placing a hand dramatically on your chest. Donnie couldn’t see it, but there was a smug grin spread wide across your face.

“Oh you’re right, dear Donatello. Gaming with a master like myself could never be in store for a turtle like you. You certainly wouldn’t want to have your ass handed to you by me again now, would you?” You blinked open an eye, watching him closely out of your peripheral vision.

His eye twitched and he instantly dropped his screwdriver. He glared up at you, basically staring though your soul.

“I’m not falling for your pitiful trickery. You are the one who constantly loses and we both know it.” Donnie picked his tool back up and went back to work. What he was working on was a mystery to anyone whose IQ wasn’t ninety points north of genius.

“Mhm. You’re just terrified of losing. Some fear of yours?” Time for your favorite game: annoy the living hell out of Donnie until he plays video games with you.

“Oh? Is that what you think it is? Fine then, I’ll play your stupid game, and I won’t lose to your dumb ass either,” he retorted, storming past you. He muttered to himself in annoyance, blazing scowl prominent on his face. His feet loudly hit the concrete as he went for the door. He grabbed you by the sleeve and dragged you out of the lab, tossing you and your shit-eating grin into their “common area.” It was surprisingly comfortable for being a cement pit in a sewer, but not incredibly. You landed in the pit with a thud. A satisfied thud.

“Mhm. You’re toootally gonna beat me,” you shot back sarcastically. Donnie semi-violently tossed a controller at you. You didn’t catch it, but he was never violent enough to actually hurt you. He’s too smart for that. You came to the lair often enough to have a controller reserved as “yours.” You didn’t own it, per se, but you used it every time you played on the Switch, and only you. This was a strange, fucked-up family of ninja turtle mutants, their half alien sister, some random punk, and a rat—but it was your family now too.

“You’re always such a pain in the ass…” Donnie scoffed, grabbing his usual controller as well. He slumped down next to you as the Nintendo booted up. He huffed out an angry sigh, staring dead ahead. You both slipped the controller straps onto your wrists. They were a fun new addition, token of Raph’s Mikey-induced black eye (which then led Mikey to having a Raph-induced black eye.)

You shot him a toothy, pompous leer, which only ticked him off more. He bumped into you with his shoulder, shoving your smug ass away from him. His attention zipped back to the television the moment the game loaded. He was under no circumstances going to lose to you. You, being the smug bastard you are, crossed your legs with a flourish and sighed, your mere breath teeming with drama.

“Oh? Is that fear on you I smell? Sweet, sweet Donnie, oh what a fool you are to face me,” you crowed, leaning your back against him. You could feel his body tense at the touch, but he didn’t bother objecting to it. He rolled his eyes, attempting to focus fully on the bright screen before you. It was around the fabricated time of 4 in the morning, the only nearby lighting the TV.

You both played as your usual characters. Donnie made sure you could never unsee Rosalina being a girl boss terrifying goddess of death, and you made Donnie unable to not see Waluigi as some strange queer man who made terrible jokes with the humor of a twelve year old.

When the game was about to begin finally, the two of you stiffened, sitting with hunched over posture and rigid forms. The very millisecond you could, you both hauled ass forward, bashing ruthlessly against whatever or whoever you needed to. Which in truth was mostly each other, but still. No one was safe from your driving wrath. The intense silence in the air air was thick enough to cut, broken only by cartoony game sound affects and your harsh breaths.

You were finally able to strike a lucky block not even a second before Donnie, you managed to regain lead. His breath stopped in his throat at being shoved into second.

“Oh dude- a banana peel!? Really?” Donnie criticized I’m frustration, glowering at you for a split second.

Your heated gaming and “mature” trash talk continued for maybe another hour or two before you were both worn to the bone. The two of you had ended up laying down facing the TV, ankles overlapping each other. At some point you’d gotten cold and grabbed about a million blankets, building a small temple over and around you and Donnie. Both of you could feel your eyes drooping, your skills slowly becoming drowsy and weak.

“Hey.”

“What the hell do you want?” Donnie was exhausted, but not in the slightest less salty than before. A smug smirk grew on your face. You would turn to face the mutant, if there weren’t a massive heap of blankets covering both of you.

“I beat your sorry ass,” you taunted, sticking your tongue out. The turtle couldn’t see any of your expressions, but you could do whatever the hell you wanted. Donnie’s foot hit you in the back of the shin.

“Oh fuck you…” you could almost hear his eye roll. He yawned, causing you to yawn as well.

“No you.” A very mature response from a very mature person. You pulled a blanket over your nose. Your game had timed out by now, the screen frozen in place like a nightlight now. You could feel your eyelids beginning to fall shut.

“Ugh. I’m gonna end you one of these days,” Donnie scoffed out. He yawned again, not being able to stop it. He let his arms fall out to his sides, Nintendo controller clattering softly beside him, not even partially laced with his fingers anymore. “I hate you, you know that?”

“Mhm.” You replied sleepily. You were both moments away from sweet sweet unconsciousness. “Love you too, loser.”

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A random one shot I made at like. 5 to 7 AM. AO3 liked it so I might as well put it here as well. I have not played Mario Kart since I was six so ignore any inaccuracies.

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angelmichelangelo · 10 months

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For a prompt- switching weapons? (for any tmnt version)

thanks for the prompt anon! hope you enjoy :)

#tmnt fanfiction #tmnt fanfic #tmnt fic #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt idw #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #tmnt whump fic #teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction #teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfic #teenage mutant ninja turtles fic

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limabeans-babies-forthewin · 3 months

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New Chapter!

A new day. A new task?

Be sure to check out my other turtles' fics and my fan iteration!

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #fanfic #rottmnt oc #ao3 link #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles oc #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction #oc fanfiction #save rottmnt #fanfiction #tmnt fanfiction #teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction #archive of our own #ao3 fanfic

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balkanbitch · 1 year

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If I have to see another crossover fanfiction where the author acts like all the Mikeys are the same person I'm going to lose it.

#every day i think i found a cool new crossover fanfiction just to start reading and see the author mischaracterizes all the mikeys #constant struggle #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles season 3 #rise mikey #rise of the turtles #tmnt #tmnt crossover #rottmnt mikey #mikey #michaelangelo #michaelangelo tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles crossover #teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction #tmnt fanfiction

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lindiscribbles · 2 years

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Series: Ninja Tales

Some older art of Yuki!

First up, an ink sketch I drew when I first designed her

Second, a Sims 4 version!

And lastly, my first attempt to make her in VRoid Studios (back when the program was still in beta release)

#original character #oc artwork #my oc art #fanfic oc #fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #tmnt fanfiction #teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction #ninja tales #drawing #hand drawn #the sims 4 #vroid studio

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meggahamicide · 4 months

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I realized that I never posted all of these as a set, so here you go! I think they look so good together!

Edit: Link to the fic!

#drawing #art #rottmnt #tmnt #fanart #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #my art #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raphael #rottmnt mikey #tmnt 2012 raphael #tmnt leonardo #tmnt 2012 donatello #tmnt 2012 michelangelo #tmnt 2012 #fanfiction #tmnt bound by blood

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turtleblogatlast · 4 months

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AU where Leo is trapped in the Prison Dimension for months instead of minutes and the only way he gets by with his sanity intact is through recording himself talking to his wrist comm.

When they finally manage to get Leo back and make him rest up to heal, Donnie can’t help but listen to the recordings left behind.

He’s not sure what exactly he’s expecting, only that his subconscious is screaming at him that it has to be heartbreaking, that it has to be torturous.

Instead, what Donnie is subject to is a full thousand hours’ worth of Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu crossover fanfiction. More than one part in the series. Spanning well over a million words.

(The worst part is that it’s actually good.)

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt headcanons #donnie keeps the comms going on in the background as he works #when he gets to the end he’s like what the hell…where’s the rest #donnie: leo where’s part nine #leo barely cognizant after not needing sleep for months: whuh-#donnie: you can’t leave it at a cliffhanger. leo. leo where’s the next part.#listen leo has a great memory for his special interests this is CANON plus he’s a great talker so he would totally be able to do this frfr #whenever he needs to be quiet he’s SILENT but otherwise he’s regaling the exploits of his idols to the captive audience that is The Photo #sometimes Krang sneaks up on him and just listens to him talk like ????#it starts both as leo trying to comfort himself with his favorite things PLUS comfort himself with thoughts of his father #as splinter makes his own crossover fanfiction when sick lol plus he’s Literally Lou Jitsu #and yes krang ALSO gets a bit invested #leo notices the reduction of Ouch but hey more time for rambling fanfic for him 👍#idk leo’s a damn good actor/liar/planner/schemer and I genuinely think that can pivot into storytelling so well #the literal second mikey’s hands heal donnie zooms to his side with hand stabilizers and a request to draw ‘scene 82 from recording 3’#mikey’s like what #so obvs now HE needs to listen as he works #he too gets invested #he comes across raph who mentions having trouble sleeping #mikey: have I got the podcast fanfic for you!#it only somewhat helps raph sleep #somewhat bc sometimes he forces himself to stay awake to hear the rest #yes these recordings go to the whole fam and leo is none the wiser #they don’t even mean to hide it it just never comes up lol #it’s only when donnie FINALLY makes it to the end of the recordings that he confronts leo to continue the story #leo: oH YOU HEARD ALL THAT HUH-

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indieyuugure · 2 months

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Episode 3 of Unveiled Disasters! Fun fact: In TMNT 2012, Michelangelo is left-handed while all of his brothers are right-handed

Previous: (2) Episode 2

Next: (2) Episode 4

See all...

#the mutation situation #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #human tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #human au #fanfiction #comics #fanfic

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tangledinink · 3 months

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new cover art for i'm sorry, teenage mutant what now? btw :3c

#wheeee more anniversary stuff :3c #and also i made it for the comp lol #sorrywhatnowau #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt 2k18 #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt human au #rottmnt human designs #rottmnt au #rottmnt leo #rise leo #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt fandom #fidgetwing

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internallyscreamingdaily · 1 year

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What’s your favorite fanfic you’ve ever written? Any fandom, doesn’t matter how old?

I’m really proud of my fic “How to Keep Your Pet Turtle Alive Amidst a Plot to Kill Him”. It was really fun to write and see everyone’s reactions to it as it progressed.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction

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sweeneydino · 2 months

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@vanillavengeance thank you for the fluff, I needed it along with "draxum's new crush" 💀

PLEASE check out mystic malfunction it's so good I swear

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fizzle-faz · 9 months

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Broken and Bloody, But Not Alone

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Paradoxes

(Start/Prev | Next | AO3)

“Hey brainiac,” you called out, laying spread out on the floor of Donnie’s lab. It had been almost two weeks since the mutant had found you and brought you back to the lair. The introduction to the other turtles was… rough, to say the least. Mikey had instantly warmed up to having a new human friend (and constantly tried to rename you). But Raph and Leo? Quite the opposite.

Donnie had for whatever reason grown a swift attachment to you, so you ended up spending most of your time in their lab. Mikey was sure something, and fun to be around, but only in increments. Donnie had explained that he was keeping you with him to “keep tabs on your injuries,” but it was impossible to tell. You’d teased the living shit out of him about caring about you, but stuck around all the same.

“What do you want, dumbass?” Donnie retorted, patience already wilting. This has quickly become Donnie’s only name for you.

“If Pinocchio said “my nose will grow,” what would happen?” You asked, squinting your eyes at the ceiling. Donnie froze, turning slowly to face you. The look on their face was unreadable, but almost looked to resemble disgust.

“I-I’m sorry, but why are you asking me this?” they asked hesitantly, staring down the human. You seemed to always come to Donnie with the stupidest questions, and it was hard to tell if you knew what you were doing or not.

“Cause I’m curious! You know that I’m curious by nature.” You placed a hand over your chest dramatically, finally turning to look at Donnie. He glared at you for a moment. If there was anything he hated, it was paradoxes. Everything was supposed to have a reasonable, scientific answer that was able to be determined by calculations, trial and error, and/or experimentation. That was how it was supposed to be: every problem had a systematic answer that made sense, and that’s how Donnie liked it.

“Well you should kn-

The lab’s door loudly flung open and smacked against the wall, a green figure skidding in its tracks in the doorway.

“Dudes! Dudes! (y/n)’s on the news! C’mon, come see it! Quick! Come on!” Mikey shouted, motioning rapidly for the pair to follow. He raced back out and slid onto the floor in front of the television. The human and turtle still in the lab shared a confused glance, before doing as Mikey said and following. Mikey turned the volume on high and tossed the remote to the side, a look of awe strung across his features. The other turtles were already out there as well, full focus on the TV.

“…local missing teenager is presumed dead, police are treating it as a homicide. So far there are no known suspects in the case, but officers sa-“

The turtles’ heads snapped over to you, remote in hand. Your eyes were almost as wide as they’d been when you first met them. The remote clattered to the ground as you stared at the black screen like a deer in headlights.

“Dudes… they already wanna believe I’m dead…” you muttered to no one in particular. You took a deep inhale, trying to bring some sort of air of calmness to yourself.

“And they don’t even know who did it…” your voice wasn’t even a whisper, audible only to yourself. You weren’t lying when you said you couldn’t remember what happened, but those memories had started to come back with a vengeance.

“…Wowie zowie. Looks like you’re dead, (y/n),” Mikey shot up, breaking the intense silence. “Cowabummer, man.” This man(?) could not read a room for the life of him.

Raph slapped him on the back of the head. Hard. “OW! Hey-“

“Shut your damn mouth!” He hissed, interrupting Mikey’s complaints. Mikey rubbed the back of his head, staring through Raph with a savage glare. Leo sighed in annoyance. Staying with the turtles was… interesting, for sure, but sometimes their personalities were a lot.

“No, it’s fine. At least I have an excuse to skip school now,” you reassured, shrugging it off. Yeah, you wanted the people who did this to you away from society, but that didn’t seem to be happening.

“I mean, I know who did it, and that’s all that matters, I ‘spose,” you blurted out in your attempt to calm Raph down (like that’s even possible). Donnie shot up from his seat, grabbing you by the shoulders and waving you from side to side.

“You remember!? Since when!? What happened, I mean, who did it?” He asked urgently, his shaking growing more and more violent. Their eyes were wide, entire demeanor persistent and serious.

“WoAH! Okay okay you can let go…” You pushed Donnie’s hands off of you. Even though they only had three fingers, their grip was oddly strong. You patted Donnie’s hands with your thumbs, a poor try at comfort.

It took a minute, but eventually, you’d gotten everyone to just calm down and listen. Donnie was always on edge, but finding someone had lied to them?

“Okay look… I was always honest, swear. I couldn’t remember what happened or who did it at first. But over time…” your voice trailed off. The point had gotten across. Donnie stared at you in disbelief, before aggressively shaking you again.

“And you didn’t tell anyone!? You didn’t tell me!? You should’ve fucking said something!”

“AghhHHHH! Donnie! Cool it! I didn’t tell you cause you’d make fun of me!” You shouted out finally, trying to push Donnie’s hands off your shoulders but holy hell this turtle would not let go. He froze suddenly. Mikey watched with a shit-eating grin, enjoying not being on the receiving end of Donnie’s wrath for once.

“You think I’d make fun of you?” Donnie asked finally. Whatever emotion he was feeling was unidentifiable, but his face suddenly hardened. They let their hands rest on your shoulders, not breaking eye contact for a moment. It made you oddly uncomfortable, but you stared back.

“You underestimate me, human. And you’re a lot dumber than you look.” Donnie rolled his eyes. They let go finally, but only after shaking you one last time. That was starting to get old…

Leo finally pulled them off, noticing your clear nausea. Donnie was a literal genius, but his tactics weren’t always as brilliant as he was. She shot them a death glare. You still had no idea how they did it, but Leo seemed to be able to communicate with her brothers words often. Donnie sighed in annoyance.

“Fine. Sorry for yelling but what the hell, man? You can trust me…” Donnie apologized. Their tone sounded almost hurt, but they masked it with irritation. “Who did it? What happened..?”

“Purple Dragons… I’ve heard you guys talking about how they’re so so so easy to beat up an’ all that and it made me feel weak for not being able to…” you muttered finally, avoiding eye contact. Donnie looked like they were staring straight through you. His mouth gaped open slightly, but he quickly snapped it closed.

“That’s because we’ve been trained in ninjitsu our entire lives, smart ass. We’re professional ninjas. You aren’t,” he reassured, placing a hand on your shoulder that wasn’t to make you dizzy. Wow this turtle had some mood swings…

“…Oh. That-that’s fair… I feel dumb now.” You let out a small laugh. That should’ve been obvious, right? Donnie sighed.

“Well you’re not. That’s a fair reaction. You’ve known us only 12.3 days, of course you’re not ful-

“Dudes! The pizza’s here!”

Apparently, at some point Mikey had left the room to order pizza. He returned with two pizza boxes in each hand and a massive stupid grin. That was the point where this whole awkward conversation ended. There wasn’t really much more to say, anyway. Your stomach had grown used to only pizza, coffee, and ramen over the past two weeks, your single escape being green tea with Leo.

After the longest moment of silence, Mikey piped up finally. You were all silently sitting at the table, the only break in the air Mikey chewing loudly. He rambled without end about virtually everything, occasionally interrupted by Donnie grammar-checking him. He seemed to never run out of things to talk about, or energy.

You finished up first. Setting an setting plate in the sink, you left for their livings area. You didn’t technically have your own room. You usually just slept in a nest of blankets shoved in a corner of their living room area, and it was getting late. Donnie followed short after.

“Dee..?” You asked hesitantly, glancing up at the turtle. They liked to stay with you for a bit before you feel asleep. He didn’t even bother trying to explain his way out of that.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“I have another paradox for you.”

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“Drooling. Foaming at the mouth.”

“…What.”

“I found a meat stick.”

“…”

“…How was it?”

“…It was… meat. I think.”

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