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I- I just read a one shot where the reader put brahms on timeout and I CAN'T FUCKING BREATH

AND HE ACTUALLY STAYS IN TIMEOUT

WHY ARE PEOPLE LIKE THIS, WHY DO I FIND THIS SO FUNNY

THIS FUCKING BITCH ALLOWS YOU TO PUT HIM IN TIMEOUT AND HE DOES THAT LEASH KID DEATH STARE UNTIL HE GETS TO TALK AND GET NEAR TO YOU AGAIN

He's like

I- AHHDKSJSGSVWGWGQ I JUST CAN'T OMFG. SOMEONE PLEASE TAKE MY PHONE AWAY

Splinter to Y/N: would you like to stay for dinner?

Michelangelo from the distance: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?

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Y/N: Oh-ho-ho~ You came back quicker than expected! Did you really miss me that much?

Raphael: don't you ever get tired of teasing me?

Y/N: with how adorable you look when you're angry? Never

Raphael:

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Y/N: hey you want a quickie?

Donnie: W-What???

Y/N: a quickie? you know that egg pie??

Donnie: it's pronounced QUICHE!!!

Raph and Mikey in the background who told Y/N it was pronounced that way:

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Y/N looking at their first aid kit: why did you fill it with DORITOS??

Mikey, bleeding out: I thought it was funny at the time

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Mikey: what is love?

Donnie: a neurochemical reaction

Leo: an emotional minefield

Y/N: baby don’t hurt me

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Leo, answering his phone: you’re on speaker, behave

Y/N: or what? You-

Leo: *hangs up*

Stardew Valley~

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I did some silly genderbend art for a friendgroup !

Fan art

marriage of inconvenience, portgas d ace

one shot

summary: you, a well known marine, are apparently married to an infamous pirate, small warning: contains drinking/alcohol mentions

reblogs and interactions are appreciated!

wc: 1531

You couldn’t believe your eyes.

Commodore Y/N of the Marines and ‘Fire Fist’ Ace, Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates Spotted Together in Arctic Chapel! Unity between prominent figures in the Marine and Pirate worlds?

You crumpled the newspaper in your hands, tossing it into the trash can beside your desk. You pinched the bridge of your nose. A headache began to form due to the mess of the article and all you wanted was to forget about it.

A knock interrupted your thoughts and you let out an exasperated sigh. “Come in.”

“Good morning, Commodore Y/N,” an officer stepped into your office, back straight and hand in a salute.

On his free hand was a paper— the newspaper. Resting your head on your hand, you gestured towards the newspaper, the front page article practically taunting you. “What is it?”

“It’s just that… this article. Everyone saw it, and we were wondering…” The officer held the newspaper in both hands and you had the urge to gouge out your eyes seeing the article again. “Is this true?”

“As a Marine, do you really think it’s important to be wasting your time on an article clearly facetious?” He shook his head, though he was clearly nervous as you rested your hands on your desk and sat straight. “And more than that— why would I, a Commodore of the Marines, even be near a pirate such as ‘Fire Fist’ Ace, and especially in a well known wedding chapel?” Without even realizing, you were standing, your hands slamming your desk and shaking the papers on it.

The officer was practically shaking now. He bowed as low as possible before speaking, “With all due respect! I, and the rest of the ship, were just concerned as we were recently on Monkey Island…where Arctic Chapel is…and ‘Fire Fist’ Ace was spotted there…” His voice trailed out when he saw how your anger seemed to grow.

You placed your hands on your temples, closing your eyes. “Whatever. The article is a lie, now get out.”

He was surprised with your sudden change of tone, “Commodore, I—”

“Get out! And close the door.”

Without another word, the officer followed your orders. Even though the day just started, you wanted to be alone for the rest of it.

Of course your wishes would not be granted as your Transponder Snail began to ring.

And the next three hours were spent clarifying to everybody you knew—coworkers and friends and family and even higher-ups—that no, you were not married to ‘Fire Fist’ Ace and you were definitely not changing your name to Portgas Y/N.

The calls eventually died down, and you were able to rest. Though it was only for a few minutes as your Snail began to ring once again. You rolled your eyes, but picked it up nonetheless.

“For the last time, I am not married to ‘Fire Fist’ Ace!”

“Is that what you’ve been telling everyone? I thought you’d be more proud of being married to me.” You glared at your snail as it let out an obnoxious laugh.

“‘Fire Fist’ Ace. What is with that fabricated article?!”

“C’mon, we’re married, drop the title and just call me ‘Ace.’ You don’t see me calling you ‘Commodore Y/N.’”

“Answer the question!”

“I’ve no idea either. I woke up and saw the article, same as you. Though…”

“Though what?!” You didn’t realize you were yelling until there was a knock at your door from an officer asking if you were okay. You dismissed the officer, telling him there was no issue.

“Don’t you remember, last week? I don’t blame you for forgetting a bit since we were both drunk, but we did get married.”

“We did not! I—” You stopped, suddenly remembering the events of last week.

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Your ship docked on Monkey Island, and you could finally indulge yourself in a rare, well-needed break. With the sun setting and the officers you lead staying onboard the ship, you decided the first thing you’d do was head to a bar.

“One Negroni, please!” You smiled at the bartender, ready to drink to your heart’s content.

A man’s voice came behind you, “Make it two.” You heard the man move the stool beside you to take a seat. “Didn’t expect to see you here, Commodore Y/N.”

“It seems my reputation precedes me—” you turned to your side, shocked to see ‘Fire Fist’ Ace grinning in front of you. He was a well known pirate, though this wasn’t the first time you had the displeasure of seeing him. “What are you doing here, ‘Fire Fist?’”

His grin didn’t seem to falter when he saw you receive your drink and take a small sip from it. “You’re not gonna chase me around or even try to arrest me?”

“I’m off duty, I have no reason to do more than what is needed right now.”

“Really? Not even a sense of justice?”

“Not when I’m off the clock.”

“Fair enough,” Ace paused, taking a huge swig of his own drink. “Y’know, you’re always chasing me around, I see you more than some of my own crewmates. And yet, I barely know anything about you.” He raised his drink, waiting for you to do the same. “Tell me about yourself.”

As soon as you finished your drink, you were asking for another. “Even if I’m off the clock, I won’t fraternize with a pirate like you.”

You really need to control your drinking habits.

“You mean to tell me your grandfather is Garp the Fist, Hero of the Marines, yet you and your brothers dreamt of becoming pirates?” You hiccuped, downing another shot you couldn’t even be bothered to count anymore.

“What’s wrong with that? Being a pirate is way cooler than being a marine!”

“It’s ironic ‘s all—and being a marine is wayyy cooler!”

“Nuh uh.”

“Uh huh!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Uh huh!”

“Whatever.” Ace attempted to pour more into his cup, emptying the contents of the bottle. “Ah, Y/NNN, let’s go now. ‘M bored here.”

“Wait! One more!” You held your cup in the air. Ace mirrored your actions until your cups collided together. The both of you pulled your cups away and drank the last bits of alcohol.

You tossed a bit of berri onto the counter, waving the bartender goodbye as you pulled Ace out of the bar. The city was full of lights, enough to blind the both of you in your drunken stupor.

“Did I ever tell you,” Ace slurred. “How pretty you look whenever you chase me?”

“You tell me all the time. Did I ever tell youuu how you would totally be my type if you weren’t a pirate? I always thought you would look soo good in a marine uniform.” You giggled.

“I would never be anything but a pirate!”

Your eyes caught sight of a building whose lights seemed to shine brighter than any other place. You tugged Ace’s arm and pointed to it. “Let’s go there.”

He squinted his eyes, looking in the direction you were pointing at. “Arctic…Chapel…You wanna get married?”

You didn’t bother to understand his question as your face began to feel warm. “Ace you can’t ask me like that!” You pulled him towards the building’s direction, “Let’s goo!”

Ace didn’t protest, even more excited than you.

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As you recalled the events, you groaned. “Oh my god. We were drunk and went into that stupid chapel. We walked into that stupid chapel and now everyone thinks we’re married!” You started laughing in a way that almost scared Ace.

“But…we did get married.”

“No we didn’t.”

“We did. Hang on a second.” There were sounds of shuffling from Ace’s line on the snail. You heard the sound of a Cameko snail clicking. “Do you have a Proko snail with you?”

“I do…”

“Great, turn it on.”

You did as he said and turned your Proko snail on. As soon as it was on, it projected a marriage certificate. A marriage certificate with both yours and Ace’s names on it. Your eyes widened at the sight. There were official documents of you and Ace being married.

“Let’s get divorced.”

“Wha– why? I don’t wanna get divorced!”

“We were drunk, and I can’t be married to a pirate! I could lose my job over this!” You were screaming into the snail at this point.

“You could be a pirate and join the Whitebeard crew!”

“No way! I like being a marine. Why don’t you join the marines and you could work under my command!”

“C’mon, bein’ a pirate is way better than bein’ a marine!”

You were growing annoyed with Ace. Just as you were about to respond back, a knock interrupted your conversation with Ace. “C-commodore Y/N?”

“What is it? I’m busy.”

“You see, uh—”

Suddenly the door slammed open. Once you saw who opened the door, you ended your conversation with Ace and stood straight into a salute. “Vice Admiral Garp, sir.”

“No need to be so formal with me. We’re family now, aren’t we?” Garp walked into your office, dismissing the officer who led him there. “So, what’s this about your union with my grandson?

If you’re still open to requests I would like to see more of the bayverse turtles in your style

my mspaint crashed and i had to redo my colouring :'D i wanna sillify these buff kids

uncoloured, i hope its clear i make seperate files b4 i colour so things might change teehe

Getting the boys to draw your tattoo TMNT x platonic!gn!reader

I will also be doing a romantic reader as well!!

Description: the boys are like family to you so you get the boys to draw something small not knowing you’re getting it tattooed on yourself

You’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. You’ve been thinking about how you don’t really have family nearby, not like you’re very close to them anyways, and you’ve been thinking about how the boys have been the best family you could’ve asked for. They took you in when you were going through tough times and they have been your best friends throughout your lifetime. You’ve been trying to show them how important they are to you and you saw a trend on tiktok where someone gets their family to draw a flower and get it tattooed on them. The reactions of the family members were so cute and honestly, what a better way to show your appreciation and love for your family. 

You went to Donnie’s lab and asked for a piece of paper and pen and immediately asked him to draw a flower on it. Donnie looked at you and then at the paper that was being shoved in his face by you. “Uhh, sure. Is there a particular flower you want me to draw?” You thought for a moment and just gave a small smile, “I’m sure you have a favorite one, why don’t you draw that?” Donnie smiled and said, “Of course I have one.” He took his time when it came to drawing a lotus flower and as he drew it, he rambled on about the meaning behind it and the medicinal purposes it had in the past. Every now and then, he would scrunch his nose at it not being perfect, but eventually he was pleased with the outcome and handed it over to you. You took a good look at it and felt yourself smile at how cute it looked. “Is it good enough?” he asked you. “Oh, it’s perfect, Don. Thank you!” you said and gave him a quick hug. One that was immediately returned. 

You were thinking of which one of the brothers would be the hardest to get them to draw a flower and your mind landed on Leo. Yeah, he's definitely going to be the last one on your list. You were about to go look for Raph when you’re suddenly picked up and your back is flush against their chest with a loud yell of your name and you start to giggle as Mikey spins. “You gotta watch out angel! I almost slammed into you,” Mikey says as he puts you down on his skateboard. You put the pieces together and realize you walked in his way. How convenient. “Come chill with me for a minute amigo(a),” he put his hands on your waist and guided you towards the couch as you tried to balance on the board. As soon as you got into the living room area you both sat down on the couch as Mikey started up a game that he wanted you to play with him. You ended up playing the game with him for a while before you remembered the original plan you had for the day. After losing the round you were in you gave a dramatic sigh after Mikey’s loud cheer. “If only, you could make it up to me for beating me in the first round,” you emphasized with an even longer, dragged out sigh as you lay across his lap to make sure you have his full attention. “Ok, ok! What can I do?” you handed him a piece of paper and a pen, “I would love a lil flower from my favorite ‘arteest’.” “Awww, yeah I can do that for you angelbaby.” You sit up with a big smile on your face and watch as he does a dahlia with great detail. You loved it so much, but you know the other two turtles aren’t going to be as professional. You didn’t say anything about it though because you love the fact that they’ll all be unique to them. “Is this good enough Y/N?” “Oh, Mikey. It’s perfect! Thank you so much!” You knocked him back from the force of your hug which made the both of you laugh and as Mikey sat you both up, he gave you a small peck on your forehead. Before he could ask why you wanted it, you were up and running to go find Raph.

You didn’t hear him moving around in the workout room so you headed to his room. You knocked on his door and before he could finish saying “come in” you practically kicked the door open and walked in to see him reading a comic. He sighed at how you barged in, but other than that, he didn’t look up from the pages he was reading. “Raph, you better move the comic,” you warned. “Oh yeah? Or else what shorty?” You closed the door and backed up against the door before leaning forward a bit as you were about to give yourself a head-start. He knew immediately what you were about to do and his eyes widened a bit, “Hey hey! Wait!” but it was too late you were already using the end of his bed to help you jump up as you were about to body slam him into the bed. He was quick enough to at least grab the pillow from next to him to place on his chest. You landed hard on his chest but it was much softer than what it would’ve been without the pillow. It helps when he also prevents you from bouncing off of him and landing on the ground instead because he wrapped his arm around you. Raph couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle after you let out a groan. “If only yuh thought that one through.” You just rested your head against his chest with a small, “noted”. He let out another chuckle as he started to gently rub your back with his thumb and looked back at his comic in his other hand. You nearly fell asleep until you turned your head to see what comic he was reading, only to see Poison Ivy. You are once again reminded of your mission. You place your chin on his chest as you look up to ask him your question. “Hey Raphie?” “Hmm” “Can I ask you a favor?” “Depends. Do I gotta get up?” You shook your head and he looked down at you with a small exhale from his nose, “Ight. What do I gotta do?” You moved onto the empty side of his bed and brought out the paper and pen. “All you gotta do is draw a flower and I’ll be outta your hair.” He grabbed the pen and paper and almost looked shy about it. “I ain’t as good of a drawer as Mikey.” “That’s ok! It can be a simple flower. It doesn’t have to be anything crazy.” He looked back down at the paper in his hand and then he let out a small sigh. “Ight,” he said as he started drawing a small sunflower. You smiled knowing you love sunflowers and that he decided to draw your favorite just because you asked him. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He finished it up and handed it to you and you thanked him before giving him a big hug, “yeah yeah. Don’t mention it shorty.” You got up to head out before adding a small, “see ya at dinner!” before walking out and closing his door.

You were practically skipping your way to find Leo. You walked by his room and noticed he wasn’t there. You passed by Splinter’s meditation room and noticed he wasn’t there either. Next stop: dojo. You finally reached it and leaned your head into the doorway. Leo was training with his swords. He was in the middle of a flip when you walked in quietly and sat a safe distance away from him. Leo wrapped up the routine he was doing when he bowed and placed his swords back into their sheaths. He came up to you and patted your head before sitting down in front of you. “What’s up Y/N?” he asked as he was about to set you guys up for some small meditation. “Well I wanted to see how your day has been so far?” “And?” your smile fell a small bit. “Well it’s a small favor to ask, but I do wanna know how you’ve been. Don’t want you to think I’m just here for my silly little things.” He let out a small laugh, “No, I know you do Y/N. I know you have your silly little things, but I’m not upset with any of your silly ideas or things you bring to me.” You smiled big at that because you know you can get a little annoying about things sometimes, but it gives you small moments together. You know that sometimes it helps him after tense moments because he tends to at least smile by the end of your conversation. You guys had some small talk when there was a small pause and he finally asked, “so what can I help you with?” You grabbed the last piece of paper and handed him the pen. “I was hoping you could draw a flower?” you asked softly, knowing he was about to ask why and you know you’re not good at hiding secrets from him. “I think you know what I’m about to ask,” you sighed a little before giving a small giggle, “Yeah, yeah. It’s just something I’m planning on doing. I don’t want to spoil the surprise though.” He raised a brow, “a surprise, huh?” He gave a small smile, “You know I’m not good at surprises and neither are you.” You grab your heart dramatically, “you wound me Leo.” He wasn’t wrong. Every time you have a surprise you get too excited and accidentally spoil it. He chuckled and then started to draw an orchid. He was actually drawing it pretty well. You lean in closer to watch him finish his drawing. “You’re doing really well, surprisingly.” “Surprisingly! Hey, I’m not that bad at these kinds of things.” You both laughed as he handed it to you and you nearly squealed in excitement because now you have your tattoo. You stood up quickly and kissed the top of his head and gave it a rub, “thanks Buddha!” and ran out before he could grab you. “Hey!”

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You’re running back to the lair with so much excitement to show the boys the tattoo you got. It just finished healing and you can’t believe you managed to go two and a half weeks without spilling the beans. Finally making it through the main entrance, you yelled out “Guys!! Come to the kitchen!!” Thank goodness no one was asleep because you would’ve been met with fire. Once everyone was gathered in the kitchen and sitting in their seats, you decided to give the speech you planned out for them. “So. As you all know, I asked you guys to draw a flower for me. However, I didn’t tell you guys why. Well. I was thinking of how to show you guys how much you mean to me as a family and,” you pull up your sleeve to show them the artwork on the inside of your elbow, “I wanted to be able to have a piece of you guys with me. You guys are honestly the most important people in my life and I feel so much love for and from you guys.” You look up from the tattoo to look at the boys and you’re receiving mixed reactions. You suddenly get a little shy. What if they don’t feel like your family? However, Mikey stands up and walks in front of you and wraps his arms around you and shoves his face into the crook of your neck. You’ve never heard him so quiet and before you could say anything, you hear him sniffling. You wrap your arms around him tightly and start tearing up yourself. Leo, Raph, and Donnie stand up and wrap themselves around you guys. You look up and see the other boys are also tearing up. You have to hold back from letting out a sob. You’re so happy the boys reacted so well. You all stand there for a while before the guys pull back from you. Each one of them wanted to see your tattoo, but Mikey was first. He grabs your arm and looks at the tattoo closely, “I can’t believe someone got my art on them permanently.” Raph comes up behind him and takes your arm from Mikey, “I can’t believe it either. Especially with my mediocre scribbles.” Raphael then gives your head a loving pat. Donnie comes up next, “man, they did a great job on it too. You’ve always been a part of our family, Y/N.” The boys back up a bit as Leo steps forward. He gingerly grabs your arm and says, “this… is the best surprise.” You smile real big and jump on him wrapping your arms and legs around him. “The best family ever!!” you yell. The rest of the guys are also laughing at you before giving one last pat to your head.

The Red String of Fate: Ch. 4

Pair: Donatello x Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Rating: T?? (Characters depicted are adults)

Content/Trigger Warnings: None other than minor injury?? (I never know what needs warning or tagged. If there's anything let me know!!)

Authors Notes: aaaaAAAAAHHHH!! It's finally done!! 😭 I apologize again for this taking so long. I got hit with writers' block pretty bad, but it's finally here!! I just hope you all like it. 🥺 This chapter is very dialogue heavy btw, but onto the story!~

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CHAPTER 4: FATE FULFILLED

Pain throbbed from the top of your head and you had a hard time opening your eyes. Your lids feeling heavy as they blinked, your vision blurry and dark. Just as your sight began to clear, you felt something touch your hand. Turning your head to the source, you saw a figure squatting next to you. Picking up your arm from the ground and reaching for the glowing light on your finger, and it was then that you remembered what was going on… 

You had gone out tonight in search of your soulmate all by your lonesome, without any means to protect yourself, and some fool had mistaken your cosmic tether for a real piece of jewelry and attacked you for it. Now you had to hope that your assailant was sane enough, doubtful, to leave you be once they realized that the ring wasn’t actually tangible. But of course, you weren’t that lucky… No, it only made them more curious when they couldn’t pry the light from your finger, and they took a cautious step closer to your body. Surely to inspect your being for any other possible valuables, since their first inquiry was technically a bust. 

Stupidly, you parted your lips to inform them that you had nothing on you. Except for your phone, which would suck if they stole it, but it would be better losing that than your own life. As soon as you took in a breath to speak however, the assailant suddenly levitated from the ground, and you heard them cry out as they were thrown into some nearby clutter. 

Your eyes grew wide, realizing this was your chance to escape. Quickly, you used your hands to push up from the ground and sit up. But just as you got on one knee, a spell of dizziness rushed to your head and your vision began to fade. Feeling that you were going to pass out, you put your hands to the cold hard ground once more and just as you braced yourself everything went black. 

You weren’t sure how long you had been out for, but there had been a strange sound of something solid colliding with, what you could only assume was your assailant by the groans of pain that followed; that brought you back to consciousness. You opened your eyes to find yourself lying on the ground again. Remembering that you had feinted, you opted to pick yourself up slowly this time, despite the concerning circumstance. The last thing you needed was to slip and knock yourself out entirely after being given the opportunity to escape. 

Shuffling onto your knees, you sat up carefully and rubbed the cloudiness from your eyes until you felt something wet on your left hand. Looking at the back of your palm, you squinted to make out the substance, but it became clear when red leaked into your vision. 

That would certainly explain why you were having so much trouble picking yourself up. 

“Please…” Your assailant croaked, but the only response that was given was another smack of that reinforced noise you had heard before. 

While you knew you should just mind your own business and get the hell out of dodge, there was a part of you that wanted to know who had come to your rescue. Quietly, you turned your body to face the scene. With your head still swimming from the blow and the limited light in the alleyway, you weren’t confident you were seeing things clearly. Looming over your assailant was a giant of a figure. You blinked in disbelief, not quite understanding the outline of their body. There appeared to be a large apparatus on their back covered with a variety of vaguely recognizable objects attached to it. 

They wielded a weapon that was foreign to you. There had been rumor of a masked vigilante in New York who would use a hockey stick, or cricket bat to fight off assailants. But this mysterious figure had been using what looked like a long metal rod, just as tall as they were to fend off your aggressor. You were unsure you could trust your eyes with anything you saw in the darkness of that alley, but there was one thing that couldn’t be mistaken. And that was the was your soulmate.

This shadowy savior that was violently beating down the fiend that attacked you, was your soulmate.

Your throat tickled with unease, forcing you to swallow your disbelief. Although, it did make sense. The love-binding string had led you to this area, and as unfortunate as it was to admit, you couldn’t count on the average New Yorker to come to your aid in an attack. A strange sense of pride and appreciation clashed with your concerned nerves, however, at the sight of your soulmate’s brutal retaliation on your behalf. If you didn’t stop them, they were going to kill the stranger who attacked you. And regardless of what their intentions were, you weren’t gonna let your soulmate commit such a tragedy for you. Even if the two of you were cosmically tied. 

“S-Stop…” Your voice came out weak, and it was clear that the command hadn’t reached your soulmates ears as they lifted the long rod over their head again; rearing to bring it down once more over the thief. “Stop! Please!!” You exclaimed with all of your chest and that struck them. 

They immediately froze on the spot. Their weapon halfway through its swing. 

You stared in silence at them, trying to take in their features now that they were standing still. Unfortunately, they had their back turned towards you, and the gold light that shined from their hand was mostly blocked by their massive stature. You extended a hand to inch yourself forward on the ground, and they suddenly moved. Turning their body quickly, and making an attempt to flee. 

“Wait!!” You called out to them and they stopped again, their back still facing you. “Please, don’t go! I–” You fumbled for words as you tried to come up with a reasonable excuse for them to stay. They should want to stay on their own, shouldn’t they? Didn’t they know that you two were soulmates? Fated by the magical string? But as you pondered these thoughts, you remembered your plea before you had been attacked. 

You had been begging for them to show their self. You knew they were in the alleyway with you, but they had chosen to stay hidden. They were… afraid. Which seemed a bit ironic for the fact that they nearly had beat a person to death, but perhaps that added to their fear. 

Blood trembling down your forehead and over your eyelid snapped you out of your thoughts. You rubbed the back of your hand over your eyes and injury. Smearing the red substance across your skin, but you could care less about that at the moment. “L-Look…” You placed your hands back to the ground and began to pick yourself up. “We don’t have to talk about the soulmate thing but could you help me get some medical assistance? I think there’s a gash on my forehead…”

Your soulmates' breath hitched and they covered the gold light on their hand. Submerging their self in the shadows completely, but you could hear them shuffling indecisively in the dark. If it had been anyone else, you would’ve just disregarded them and been on your way. But you came out tonight with the goal of meeting your soulmate… You just hoped they would make their decision before you passed out from blood loss. 

Finally, they spoke and it took you by surprise. Your own breath catching in your throat.  “I… want to help, it’s just–” they paused briefly before continuing their explanation. “I-I’m going to step out of the shadows now. Please, don’t scream.” 

You’d be lying if that didn’t rustle your nerves. Anytime you heard that phrase be used, it unintentionally gave you the heebie-jeebies. However, there was a tenderness to their voice that quelled your unease. You might’ve been more easily swayed since it was your soulmate the horror movie line had come from. Regardless, you could tell by their tone that they were genuinely concerned about coming face-to-face with you, and it tickled your heart.

“Only if you don’t judge me for coming out bare foot and in my pj’s.” You joked, and swallowed nervously when you didn’t receive an amused response from them. 

You strained your ears to listen for their approach, but they caught you off guard when they silently emerged from the shadows and into the minimal light of the alleyway. Your gaze was pulled upwards as you took in their towering height. They had looked massive before, but it simply did not compare to actually standing in front of them. Your eyes met along the way of taking in their stature. Emerald pools circumferenced with bronze halos, glimmered behind glass lens, and just as you noticed the purple material framing their eyes; you were blinded by a gold light that erupted from below. 

You recoiled from the abrupt light, shielding your eyes with an arm.

“Oh! Sorry…” They quickly smothered the light with their other hand once more.

“It’s okay.” You squinted your eyes to help adjust your vision. 

This time, they slowly revealed the golden light, which in turn illuminated the rest of their shadowed features. Your eyes expanded at the sight of them. 

Pebbled olive colored flesh patterned the top of their dome, and covered their cheeks. The texture extending down their neck and exposed skin of their upper body. Toned muscles stiffened behind what looked like pale plates of armor covering their torso. Which explained how they so easily maneuvered the long weapon against your assailant. You noticed that the weapon itself had been sheathed behind their back, on what you thought was a large pack of some sort, but now that you were in close proximity for inspection….. You still weren’t sure what it was.

Besides some knee pads and a few strips of purple colored fabric, the only clothes were modified pants and boots to fit the armored body of your soulmate. They brought up their left hand, giving you a meek wave, the golden light bringing attention to their digits… Or lack thereof. Three fingers, instead of the average five, and in an instant, it became abundantly clear why they were hesitant in revealing their self to you. What you were looking at… wasn’t human.

Your lips parted in awe, and you hadn’t even realized you didn’t return the small gesture until they frowned and dropped their hand. Fidgeting with their other, they turned slightly and averted their gaze from yours. The skittish motion made you frown in response, and you immediately felt compelled to console them. There was a part of you that questioned the sudden need to be so sympathetic to a total stranger but– They weren’t really a stranger… They were your soulmate. 

“I’m sorry, I just–” The two of you spoke at the exact same time and that pulled their attention back to you. Their eyes blinking in disbelief just like yours had at the strange occurrence. 

“You go ahead–” You echoed one another, followed by nervous laughter. 

“Ah–” A frustrated huff expelled from their nostrils after you both parted your lips to speak once more. However, they finally took initiative. Taking a step closer to you, you drew in a silent breath as you braced yourself. Lips pursing into a thin line as you stared up at them with curious eyes. 

You watched as their right hand approached your face. Noticing that the underside of the three-digit palm was lighter in hue than the top. Just before they made contact with your skin, their hand flinched and they pulled it back. Realization flickering in their gaze. They swallowed and you saw the tiniest blip of pink swipe over their bottom lip before it disappeared back inside their mouth. 

“Is it… Okay if I touch you?” They paused waiting for your approval but quickly added on to their statement, “J-Just to take a look at your injury?” 

You felt your cheeks rise as a small smile carved into your face. “What are you, a doctor?” you teased and your heart fluttered seeing their lips curve upwards into a soft smile as well. 

“Well, I don’t have a degree perse…” Their head cocked slightly as they inspected your injury with just their eyes. “But I am quite knowledgeable in the medical field.” 

A soft snort blew out of your nose. “Then sure.” 

They reached out for your forehead again, but stopped just before touching it once more. Their tongue clicked against the roof of their mouth. It opening to speak but nothing came out. Instead, there was a brief moment of silence where you noticed something processing behind their eyes. Their smaller digit curled downwards as the larger pointed up.

“Actually… Would it be okay if I– Took you somewhere else to be checked over? I promise I’m not trying to be weird or anything it’s just that right now I’m–”

“Exposed?” You filled in the blank, and they looked at you with genuine surprise. Although, it wasn’t exactly hard to guess. If they were hiding from you, their soulmate, then it was probably safe to assume that they kept their self hidden from others as well. Not to mention the fact that they were some giant reptilian man thing… 

“...Yes.” They confirmed with a slow nod of their head. 

“Ye–Yeah…” You nodded your head back but internally cringed at how hesitant you sounded. You wanted to trust them; they were your soulmate after all. But it was still a scary scenario to be put in, especially after what had just happened. At the thought, you leaned past your soulmate and back at your assailant who was lying on the ground. You couldn’t make out much through the dim alleyway lighting, but you could hear the sounds of labored breath, wheezing from their lungs. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of injury they had sustained from your soulmate’s hand and it made you frown again.

“Will they– be okay?” You asked hesitantly.

Your soulmate turned to the source of your inquiry, as if they had completely forgotten about the person they had just beaten down. “...They should be.” They answered solemnly, their tone making your eyebrows arch but before you could ask anything more, you were suddenly lifted off your feet. In one quick motion, they had positioned you in their arms. One hand pressed against your back, and the other in the pit of your knees. The shock and sudden motion sending a rush of dizziness to your head again.

The same heaviness that had hit you just before you passed out the first two times came over you again. Your vision blurred and darkened, but through it all, you heard the voice of your soulmate call out to you. 

“Oh no… H-Hey! Stay with me!” They commanded and you mumbled in compliance. Although it was difficult to keep your head up and eyes open. Feeling the abrupt sensation of ascension, consciousness was futile. Your head rolled onto your shoulders and your eyes fell shut as you drifted away for the third time this night. 

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You regained consciousness feeling your shoulder being gently shaken. “Hey… Hey…” Your soulmate called, and you forced your eyes open. Albeit your vision came back slowly. You blinked the blurriness from your eyes and when everything cleared, you found your soulmate kneeling before you. Even on their knees they still towered in height. 

You couldn’t help but notice the change in lighting. Soft blue rays from the moon cascaded down from above, making more of your soulmates' features evident, than the dim lighting of the alleyway had. Your eyes focused on their shoulders and specifically the way the skin there seemed to be pulled into the textured rim that clung to their back. Just as you drew the observation it finally clicked for you. 

“You’re a… turtle?” You breathed. 

They blinked behind their glasses and their chest deflated with a soft sigh expelling from their nostrils. “Correct....” They answered sounding a little surprised. Without taking their eyes off of you, they reached behind their back and pulled out a small black container. Opening it, you saw a small stash of medical supplies that could be found in the average household. Band-Aids, disinfectant wipes, gauze, Q-tips, a wash cloth, etc… This time they didn’t bother asking your permission before going to work on your head.

You flinched and hissed at the touch of the wet wipe doing its job, sterilizing the cut on your forehead. 

“Sorry…” They cringed in response but you nodded your head for them to carry on.

“Is it bad?” You asked, and there was a click again as they parted their lips to answer but they lingered in thought. Their eyes flickered down to yours just as they noticed your brows bend with worry and they quickly spoke up.

“You won’t need stitches, but I’m worried you might have a concussion.” They finally answered, dropping the disinfectant wipe to then pick up a roll of gauze. They unfurled a section of the medical dressing before wrapping it around your head. Ripping it apart when the area of your injury was covered and securely taping it off to make sure it wouldn’t come undone. “I’m gonna ask you a series of question, answer to the best of your abilities.” They explained and pulled out a small flashlight from one of their pants pockets. 

You had a few questions of your own…

“Well, isn’t that slick?” You huffed and they paused briefly before running the light over your eyes. 

“What do you mean?”

You followed the light back and forth until they were satisfied with… whatever results was needed from this kind of test. You never knew what it was for when you went to the doctor's... “Claiming that I might have a concussion so that you can get information out of me.” Your lips curled upwards just a bit, but they just stared in confusion. You could tell they were processing the insinuation in their head, and when they finally got what you had meant their eyes popped. The prescription of their glasses making the expression look a tad comedic.

…But in a cute way.

“Don’t be–Don’t be silly! I’m genuinely concerned for your well-being! Not trying to inadvertently learn things about you!…” They refuted and dropped their gaze in avoidance. “But… Would that be so wrong if I was curious about you?” They sheepishly glanced back your way and you smirked. 

“Fine. Shoot.” You sighed, leaning back into whatever is what that had you propped up. Although, the soft smile that carved into your soulmates face at your compliance made your brows perk with attention and you felt a flutter in your chest once more.

“What’s your name?” They asked first.

“Y/N…”

“What state do you live in?”

“New York.”

“What were you doing before this?”

“Looking for you.” 

They blinked and shifted back slightly. Their gaze dropping once more but it flickered between you and their hands as they contemplated over something internally. “Right…” They finally spoke. Their voice coming out low and quiet. You were quickly realizing that your soulmate didn’t have much of a poker face as it was evident by their soured expression that something was eating away at them. 

“Are we… on a rooftop?” You tried to distract. 

“Yes,” they answered but their voice was distant. Obviously, still caught up in their thoughts. 

Still, you had to take a moment to let the amazement sink in. Even though it was clear that they had the muscle to support you, you still wondered how they maneuvered to the top of a building with your unconscious body. Regardless, your brows furrowed at the failed attempt to distract them from whatever was on their mind, so you tried a different approach.

“Can I ask some questions about you?” 

Finally, they turned their attention back to you. Success. 

“Ah…” Their body shifted, readjusting their weight that had been put on their one knee. You saw the bulge in their neck bob as they swallowed nervously. “Ah, yeah… Shoot.” They forced a reassuring smile. 

“What’s your name?”

“Donatello. Although, most refer to me by ‘Donnie.’”

Most, huh? So, there were other’s that knew him? Were they like him or was he talking about other humans? You’d be lying if you said the query didn’t prick at you. You were just so curious to know, but you didn’t want to pry. Not right now at least… So, you stuck with the basics. 

“Do you… also live in New York?” Your brows arched with interest.

His chest swelled at the question and he smiled again. Although, this one was genuine. “Born and raised.” 

You couldn’t help but to smile back at that response, but it was short-lived because of your next inquiry. “What’s bothering you?” You asked, or really commanded to know and he gave you that same wide-eyed look of surprise that you had caught him off guard again. 

“Don’t you…” He started but paused on his thought. Hesitant to finish what he was going to say. “...wanna know why I’m a giant turtle man thing?”

“Well, yes, but I figured that’s a subject I can ask about at any time because you’re always gonna be a giant turtle man thing. Unless… You’re a wereturtle by night?” One brow rose over the other and you smirked. 

Air blew from his nostrils in amusement. “Noo…” 

“I didn’t think so.” You smiled softly. “....So what’s the matter?” 

The corner of his mouth twitched and he lowered his gaze once again. He bent his other knee down on the rooftop and sat back on his rear. Hands in his lap. “It’s just…” He started, and you saw the little bit of pink wet his bottom lip again. “If I hadn’t been such a coward, I wouldn’t have to be concerned about you having a concussion right now. And because you were hurt, I lost control of myself… That’s never happened before.” His voice was quiet as he spoke, regret evident in his tone. 

You straightened your back at his admission. Feeling warmth spread throughout your chest, but there was also a sting of sadness in your heart. It was sweet knowing that he cared so much about your wellbeing, but he wouldn’t be so troubled if you hadn’t been foolish in going out tonight like you had. Your gaze dropped to his lap and your eyes were pulled to the golden glowing string attached to the smaller digit on his left hand. Just a few minutes of preparation and you might not have been attacked, but in those few minutes you might’ve missed the opportunity to meet your soulmate.

The situation might not have been ideal, but you didn’t regret it.

You extended your arm, reaching out with your left hand and gently placing it atop his. A small smile pulling at the corners of your lips feeling the texture of his scales against your smooth fingertips. You hadn’t noticed before when he initially picked you up, but they weren’t as rough as you expected them to be. When you looked back up, you found him staring down at your hand as if you were the one to only have three fingers. 

“You’re not a coward. Anyone with some common sense could understand why you would be hesitant on revealing yourself to strangers–” You saw him begin to part his lips to interject, so you hardened your gaze and continued before he could get anything out. “But what ended up happening was not on you, okay?” You spoke firmly and gave them a short nod. “If anything, I should be the one apologizing for putting the both of us in that situation.” 

You watched as he took in a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds in thought before letting out his exhaustion through his nose. “I just can’t accept that.” He shook his head.

Your brows furrowed with frustration, and your lips puckered in a small pout at his defiance. “Why not?”

“Because… I’m–I’m supposed to protect the citizens of New York. It’s… kind of the reason for the way I am.” He explained, averting his gaze again. 

You weren’t sure if it was a nervous gesture of his, or if it was because the whole ‘soulmate’ thing was making him more bashful the normal but it stung every time he looked away from you. You wanted to look into those beautiful hazel-colored eyes that lit up the dark. You needed him to know that he didn’t have to be afraid of you. So… you did something unexpected. 

“But Donatello…” You started, and then slowly wrapped your fingers around the top of his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

That did the trick.

Instantly, he turned his attention back to you. His eyes flickering between your gaze and the hand wrapped around his. You couldn’t help but smile at the flustered response, but you continued. “You did protect me. You saved me and now I’m here, with you... The only place I wanted to be tonight.” 

His chest swelled and the pigment of his cheeks turned a shade darker at your words. He parted his lips to speak, but whatever he was thinking about saying got lodged in his throat so you took initiative again. 

Delicately, you moved your fingers between his. Your pinky on the outside of his largest digit and thumb, ring and middle finger in the gap of his hand, and your index and thumb between his smaller digit. It was… different than what you were used to, but it felt right.

This time it was you who dropped your gaze, but only to look at the gold strings attached to both of your hands. The glow of the fabric mellowed into a serene light, but it was still strong. “Is this… Where you wanted to be tonight?“ You asked, looking back up to him with large, hopeful eyes. 

Finally, he held your gaze. The green-bronze color of his eyes almost disappeared to the black of his pupils as he stared longingly into your pools. It sent an unexpected, but pleasant chill down your spine, and you did your best not to shudder. He drew in a silent breath, and relaxed his shoulders but tightened his grip on your hand before speaking. 

“I didn’t believe in this–” he nodded to his string, “before it appeared to me and even when it did, I was skeptical. It didn’t seem probable for the universe to pick someone like me to be fated to someone like you, but regardless… I came out tonight with the intention of finding you. So yes, this is exactly where I wanted to be.” He smiled and gave your hand a soft squeeze. 

Your heart overflowed with bliss and you could feel your throat seize with emotion. Moisture began to collect in your eyes for the third time tonight, but before they could over flow, the gold light coming from your strings of fate erupted into a flash. You clenched your eyes shut until you sensed the light die out. Peering one eye open slowly, you checked to see what had happened to the magical apparition and both of your eyes shimmered with intrigue when you found something new in its place.

Your once red string of fate had now solidified into a golden band of destiny…

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Iiiiiit's donnnneeee!! FINALLY!! I hoped you enjoyed it. This was a challenge for myself to write something on the fluffier side and I think I did alright. ^^; I do apologize for the lack of.... romance? I guess??? KISSING basically, lol. Idk if people will be mad about reader and Donnie not kissing at the end but the way I see it... Even though they are soulmates, they still gotta build up their relationship! I may do another one-shot in the future diving into some romance, but not any time soon. (I also have ideas for doing a RSOF fic for the other brothers but those too will be put on the back burner for now...)

Anywhoo... Hope you liked it!! Thanks to everyone who liked and reblogged the fic! And to those who sent me messages about it! It means so much to me and always brightened my day to see them! Love ya'll! 💖💕💕💖💕💖

Tag: @eveandtheturtles

Bartolomeo reminds me of Prime Moria so much, I can't watch episodes without taking tons of screenshots

This one I just had to re-draw on top, because

Just look at this