This seems like so much fun to write!! Hope you like it!

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Ghosts Aren’t Real

Rise!Donnie X Ghost!Reader

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When (Y/N) died during the Kraang invasion, Donnie locked himself in his lab for weeks the second he and his brothers returned to the lair.

He refused to talk about her and actively avoided Leo as he reminded him of (Y/N)‘s sacrifice, whether he spoke about it or not.

Donnie had met her before he met April. When he was overstimulated, (Y/N) was the only person that could distract him. She worked alongside him in his lab almost daily. They made great progress in so many projects. Now they were all scraped.

No.

Donnie was making something better.

Maybe it was morally irresponsible, but he needed (Y/N) back.

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The scientist removed his mask and wiped his brow, sighing as he stared up at his invention.

Although he hadn’t eaten in several hours, he was ready to finally begin his biggest experiment of all time.

The purple turtle slowly walked over to the lever jutting up from the ground before remembering something crucial. He ambled over to his desk and grabbed one of (Y/N)’s many possessions: a red sweater.

After placing it in the middle of his invention, he walked back over to the lever and took a deep breath. Donnie went to pull it down, but he hesitated.

“Fuck…” he cursed. He knew he would question his own actions. He knew (Y/N) would question his actions. His brothers. April and Casey.

Donnie’s fear wasn’t that the people around him would reprimand him of bringing someone back to life.

His fear was his karma.

The invasion had drastically changed the turtle’s mindset. Despite being extremely logical, Donnie now feared that he would change his future the same way he and his brothers had. One wrong move and this could come back to bite him worse than any invasion ever could.

Donnie forcibly shook himself out of that mindset. He had spent countless hours on designing a machine that could coincide with his Ninpō and synthetic DNA recreation. All of this couldn’t have been for nothing.

Readjusting his grip on the handle, Donnie flung the lever to the other side, and the machine began to power up. The red sweater slowly floated up, his purple-hued Ninpō suspending the clothing item in the air.

Once the machine was fully powered, the turtle grabbed a remote with a singular red button on it.

“Here goes everything…” Donnie exhaled before pushing the button down with his thumb.

Before he could lift his finger up, the machine exploded, sending rippling vibrations throughout the lab. The turtle was forced back into his desk, papers scattering and mugs half filled with cold coffee shattering on the ground.

When the kicked up debris finally dissipated, Donnie realized that his invention was destroyed.

He spent the night cursing himself wondering why he thought he could play God by bringing someone back from the dead. He should’ve known it would end in disaster.

• • •

Upon waking up in the morning… afternoon, rather, Donnie stretched before scratching the back of his neck. He groaned as he’d realized that he’d fallen asleep in his cold, desolate lab instead of his comfortable bed.

Knowing his shell would eventually make him pay—as he aged—for his posture, the turtle quickly sat up and began his journey to his bathroom.

He tried not to think of his previous failure of bringing his late girlfriend back, but the thought consumed him as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. Donnie imagined himself with (Y/N) for the rest of his foreseeable future. She was his everything; she even rivaled his love for science. If she wasn’t there, then who would hand him his morning, afternoon, and evening coffee? Who would bring him metal scraps from the surface—not out of demand, but kindness? Who would bring him out of his overstimulated funks?

Would he have to do all of that himself again?

After thinking of that last question, the air disturbingly changed. It was unusually cold in the bathroom as Donnie looked around for the source of the freezing temperature.

Only after a few seconds, the cold subsided and the uneasy feeling left with it.

• • •

A few days passed and Donnie hadn’t made any progress on any of his projects. But not because of a lack a creativity caused of (Y/N)‘s death, rather, every since the strange incident in the bathroom, more odd occurrences had taken place.

Two days prior, a pile of blueprints fell to the ground despite being pushed away from the edge of his desk. And once he placed them back with a paperweight on top, they fell again within a couple minutes.

The next day, he was freezing cold for the majority of the morning. The thermostat was at a decent level, so he decided to just wrap himself in a blanket until the cold subsided later in the day.

Now today… nothing happened. Everything proceeded as normal: Donnie worked relentlessly on creating another plan to bring back (Y/N), his conscience drowned out by his ambition.

But later that night while the scientist attempted to sleep, he suddenly had the creeping feeling that he was being watched.

Donatello pushed the covers off of him and glanced around his room. He didn’t see anybody. The turtle turned on his flashlight on his phone and looked around again. And again, nothing. Nobody. But there had to have been somebody somewhere watching him, otherwise why would he be feeling a pair of eyes on him?

As the thought passed, Donnie could’ve sworn that he’d heard a whisper. It was faint and intelligible, but unnerving.

“Donnie…”

It was as clear as day. Donnie had heard the whisper again.

The turtle leapt from his bed, landing hard on the concrete floor. “Fuck!” He swore before looking up towards his bed. “Who’s there?!”

There was no answer.

“Goddamnit…” Donnie swore again as he picked up his bow staff and began his search of the lab.

After searching the lab and turning up nothing, Donnie expected to feel calmer, but he felt exactly the opposite. That whisper of his name happened directly into his ear. Inches away from his head. There was no way that somebody could whisper in his ear and then dart back into the lab without Donnie seeing them.

Despite his nerves, he began the journey back to his room.

“Donnie!”

The scientist spun around. Surely he was crazy; he’d just heard the voice again. It was much louder and uncannily familiar.

“Boo…!” The voice was right next to the scientist’s left ear.

Donnie yelped as he threw himself to the ground and aimed his phone to his left. Unlike the other times he’d turn and see nobody…

…he did see somebody.

“(Y/N)…?”

The girl laughed. “You don’t know how entertaining this has been.”

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I’m splitting this into two parts bc this is getting too long 😭 will have part 2 up soon!

So since I’m doing all the boys, each mental illness/self-image issue will be separated by turtle. I hope that’s okay!

The reader’s symptoms are also closely aligned with my own as well as outside research. If you feel that something could be more accurate, let me know! :)

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Rise!Bros X Reader Headcannons★彡

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Leo // PTSD

• Leo would be the first the know how to deal with PTSD.

• Well, not necessarily know, but empathize with you because of his time in the prison dimension.

• Both of you had vivid nightmares, so most nights, you two would stay awake together.

• The first time this happened, Leo caught you with your head in the refrigerator picking at some leftovers:

• “Nightmares?” The blue turtle asked, sleep lacing his voice.

• “Nightmares.” You nodded.

• You two finished some leftover spaghetti, then trudged back to Leo’s room, spending the rest of the night under the covers watching TNTL videos.

• This became a normal occurrence, talks eventually getting deeper:

• “It’s just… I feel so stupid sometimes. It happened years ago. Why do I still think about it almost every day?” You sighed as you laid on the blue clad turtle’s plastron.

• Leo shrugged. “I dunno, it’s more annoying than traumatic now.”

• There’s a pause when Leo took your hand in his own.

• “But I don’t think you’re stupid for it.”

• You smiled as he rubbed his hand over your knuckles.

• “Thanks, Lee.”

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Raph // Anxiety

• Being the oldest in the family causes a lot of anxiety, especially in the Hamato household.

• You were also stressed being the oldest sibling as well. One of your siblings was in the hospital, and although it was just for a broken leg, it had you worried.

• Sleeping was a battle. One night, you were in the lair in Raph’s room.

• You slowly watched the clock tick by.

• 11PM… 12PM… 1PM.

• And you were still tossing and turning.

• Eventually, you started to think about your sibling and if it was right for you to be with your boyfriend rather than being in the hospital with them.

• It didn’t take long for the tears to start flowing as you had convinced yourself that you were a bad sibling.

• The snapping turtle eventually noticed your sadness and sleepily asked you what was wrong.

• “I should be with them, not here.” You said tearfully. “What if something happens? What if they dropped the remote to contact the nurse? What if—”

• “(Y/N), (Y/N)… don’t worry so much. They’re gonna be fine.” Raph tried to quell your anxiety.

• “But what if—”

• “Ya’ can’t live a life on ‘what if’s, (Y/N).” He interrupted you, speaking gently. “I know how you feel. You think I’m never worried about these knuckle heads? Ya’ just gotta trust them and the doctors.”

• You pushed your hair back from your face and sighed. “I… I know. It’s just…”

• “I know.”

• Raph scooped you in his arms and held you close. “You don’t have to explain. Just try to rest so you can see them tomorrow.”

• You snuggled up against him, attempting to hold back your tears. “Okay… I’ll try. Thank you. Really.”

• “What’re big siblings for?” He said sarcastically before you both eventually fell asleep.

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Mikey // Depression

• Despite being medicated, there were moments when you would have a depressive episode.

• This consisted of staying at home, ignoring texts to hang out, not showering for days at a time, and overeating while watching a random Netflix Original.

• Mikey respected that you sometimes needed time away, although he was naturally clingy.

• After about three days, he’ll come visit you.

• It’s always a gamble with you. You either let him in graciously, or simply act like he’s not there.

• When you would let him in, he would bring snacks and DVDs of your favorite movies.

• Most of the time, you two would huddle under a blanket and watch those DVDs for hours.

• Other times, he would beckon you to come outside. And when you obliged, you two usually had a good time exploring New York and the Hidden City.

• When you were out of your funk, you were back to being physically affectionate.

• You were always grateful for your little orange weirdo.

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Donnie // Plus Size

• Donnie never quite understood people’s hate for plus sized bodies, nor did he understand your misplaced desire to be skinnier.

• Your insecurities really stood out when you guys would go out or on dates.

• “We’ve been walking for a while. Are you hungry?” Donnie asked you as the two of you walked the streets of New York City.

• “I mean… are you hungry?” You asked bashfully.

• Donnie shrugged. “Not especially.”

• You shook your head. “I’m good, then.”

• It took Donnie a couple of minutes to become curious as to why you only wanted to eat when he was eating.

• “Why didn’t you want to eat?” He asked out of the blue.

• You sighed and shook your head again. “It’s nothing, Dee.”

• “No,” the purple clad turtle stopped walking, “I wanna know.”

• “Well… I dunno, it’s embarrassing.” You thought about how to formulate your words to help him understand. “When people see us eating together, they’ll just think that we’re hungry. But when I’m the only one eating…”

• Your words trailed off, and it took Donnie several seconds to finally understand what you’d meant.

• “That’s nonsense.”

• “Yeah, well, that’s how people will see us: a guy and his fatass girlfriend.”

• To say the turtle was angry at the absurdity of the world’s mentality on plus sized people was an understatement.

• He quickly took hold of your hand and pulled you back to the hotdog stand you’d just passed.

• “Two plain hotdogs, please. And some ketchup on the side.” Donnie told the vendor.

• He had really meant that he wasn’t hungry and only ended up finishing about half of the hotdog, but your comfortability meant more to him.

• After the meal, you started walking again before you took hold of Donnie’s bicep.

• “I really appreciate that, babe. I mean it.” You rested your head on his shoulder.

• The turtle leaned his head so it was on top of yours. “Anything for you.”

This is actually so funny, thank you for requesting! I hope I do your prompt justice!

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☆Rise!Bros X Reader Headcannons★彡

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Prompt: You use the same nickname as the turtles and it gets pretty confusing.

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• Leo both loved and hated that you two shared a name.

• He loved it because there was finally another Leo, justifying how amazing his nickname was.

• He hated it because of how his brothers teased him through you:

• “Hey, Leo, did you use the last of the peanut butter?” Raph called from the kitchen.

• The blue clad turtle adjacent to him shook his head. “Why do you assume I did?”

• Raph smirked as his brother fell for the trap. “Oh, not you. The cooler Leo.”

• You, sitting on the counter, giggled as the turtle flushed.

• “‘The cooler Leo’? I’m the original, therefore cooler.” The blue clad turtle argued.

• “Original doesn’t mean better, Leo #2.” You played along.

• OG Leo couldn’t believe his ears.

• “‘Leo num—’… that’s it!” Leo slammed his hand on the table as he stood up. “I’m asking the others. I’m sure they know who the best Leo is.”

• Mikey, Donnie, and Splinter agreed with you and Raph.

• When Leo took the walk of shame back to the kitchen, you slung your arm around his shoulders.

• “It’s okay,” you comforted him, “you’re still the original. Okay?”

• Leo grumbled, but allowed you to hug him before walking out of the room.

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• For some reason, Raph could not wrap his head around the fact that he shared a name with you.

• He constantly called you other people’s’ names:

• “Leo—! Er, Mi—April—Raph! I meant Raph.”

• Despite being in battle with a supervillain, the others couldn’t stop themselves from laughing.

• “My point is: attack!” The turtle’s face flushed.

• Back at the lair, you continued to tease him a little.

• “You brought up a good point, though. What other nicknames are there for Raphael? Rah? Ra-Ra? Lil’ Ael?”

• Raph snickered at the suggestions. “Lil’ Ael…”

• You laughed. “How about we just scrap ‘Raph’ and just use Lil’ Ael and Ra-Ra?”

• “I’m not being Lil’ Ael.”

• “Why?” You whined. “I wanna be Ra-Ra.”

• “But you’re little. Suits you perfectly.”

• “Little to you!”

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• Neither of you necessarily cared that you were sometimes confused.

• In fact, all you did was make rules; the main one being that under no circumstances was the nickname “Mike” used.

• You both hated that name. It sounded basic and more fit for a much older person.

• With that being said, the others would slip up constantly:

• “Mike, can you—”

• Raph received the most deadly death stare from the two of you.

• “Er, uh, Mikey… 2?”

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• You already know Donnie planned this out in his favor.

• Instead of “Donnie”, he called you “Don”.

• Eventually, you started calling Donnie “Don”. Donnie sometimes slipped and called you “Donnie”. Then you called each other “D”.

• So Donnie was “Don” sometimes and Don was “Donnie”. But they’re both “D”.

• The situation soon became a cluster-fuck of confusion:

• “Hey, Don,” you called from inside the Turtle Tank, “how does this work?”

• After explaining, Donnie commented, “You got it wrong by the way.”

• You cocked an eyebrow.

• “You’re ‘Don’, remember?”

• “You’re ‘Don’, too sometimes.”

• “No, I’m Donnie.”

• You shrugged. “Well, I’m older than you so I was Donnie first.”

• “Only by a few months.” Donnie rolled his eyes. “Why didn’t you bring that up during the nickname conversation we had when we first met?”

• You shrugged again. “Dunno, Don. All I know is I’m Donnie.”

• “No.”

• “Yes.”

• “You’re just being stubborn now.”

The Perfect Apprentice

Rise!Donnie X Fem!Reader

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Things started out innocently.

April volunteered to be a tutor to high school student (Y/N) in order to obtain more credits. Soon, the young women learned that they had a lot more in common than they thought. Even after they completed their tutoring, the two would hang out frequently; (Y/N) eventually becoming an aid to April in exposing corrupt and unethical organizations.

Soon enough, though, the four-eyed teen revealed one of her biggest secrets to her partner in crime: April’s “foreign exchange student” friends. If someone had told (Y/N) that she was going to meet a bunch of walking, talking crime-fighting ninja turtles, she’d laugh in their face before questioning their sanity.

But now that she knew it was real, the girl couldn’t stop herself from asking the mutants question after question:

Who created you? What’s your diet like? Do you even need food? Why choose Martial Arts over another fighting style? (Y/N) wanted to know everything about each and every one of them.

Raphael, Leonardo, and Michelangelo didn’t really know how to answer most of her questions, but the purple clad turtle, Donatello, was very helpful.

The two of them became fast friends. (Y/N) would often help him in his lab, spending hours sometimes days tinkering away at whatever Donnie had been working on. During their downtime, the two would play video games or think about other inventions that would better society over a cup of coffee.

Eventually, something other than admiration began to consume their minds. And neither knew how to process it.

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(Y/N) threw herself on her bed and sighed exasperatedly. Donnie was on her mind and she couldn’t shake him. He hadn’t even texted her and he still ran rampant in her head, consuming all the thoughts she had throughout the school day, the walk home, and now while she tried to rest.

It had been happening for the last two weeks. She noticed when she would practically sprint to her phone whenever a notification sounded off, hoping it was the mutant turtle genius asking her to come into the lair to help with another invention. Or (Y/N) would be making dinner and wonder if Donnie was hungry; maybe she could bring some food down to him.

Honestly, the teen questioned her sanity. Donnie was someone she almost idolized. He was extremely intelligent, always having a new plausible idea that (Y/N)’s peers just didn’t—no couldn’t—come up with. Not only that, but he enjoyed talking to her. She almost never had to ask him to work on a project. The turtle would text her nearly every day requesting her presence.

Donnie made (Y/N) feel wanted, and that’s what she liked the most about him.

So why did she feel so guilty about liking him? In general, it was because she didn’t want to ruin the friendship she cherished more than life itself. She felt like Donnie would have no problem cutting her —a human—out of his life.

(Y/N) could’ve have been more wrong.

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Donnie was ten times the mess you were. The turtle caught himself pacing around his lab, fantasizing about his lab partner. Not dirty fantasies, but ones were he confessed to her and she received it well. But who was he kidding? Although he knew he was brilliant and probably one of the best scientists/engineers to every exist, he had to face the music:

(Y/N) was a human girl and he was a giant talking, bipedal turtle. A mutant. A freak of nature. What he was wasn’t natural; not even from Earth. There was no way (Y/N) would like someone like himself. On top of that, he wasn’t very physical and kind of emotionally inept. The purple turtle was also too caught up in his projects and experiments, and there were times where he would barely speak to (Y/N) when she was in the lab. Maybe the occasional “coffee?” or “did I leave the wrench over here?”, but besides that, no words were exchanged.

It made him almost angry. He knew he had to stop these feelings; tell that little voice in his head to pipe down and appreciate the girl as just a lab partner and no more. But every time he would shut the voice up, it would come back louder and louder, practically screaming at him to pursue his desires.

So Donnie conducted an experiment.

He knew April was the only one he could trust with this information, so the turtle recruited her. At first, she adamantly refused to do it, feeling like it was a set up.

“Look, I get you’re nervous and all, but don’t you think it’s a little weird to hook me up to a microphone so you can listen in?” April cocked an eyebrow at him. “Why can’t you just talk to her?”

Donnie gave the college student a pleading look. “It’s not that easy. It’s different for you, for humans.”

April sighed and shook her head. “Yeah, I get that. But it’s not like she doesn’t know you already, and she’s comfortable being around you. I don’t think it’s gonna be a bigger deal just because you’re a mutant.”

The purple clad turtle took a few seconds to process what his friend had said. It was somewhat true. When him and (Y/N) first met, she was more fascinated than frightened. She wanted to know more about him and his brothers, not run away from them.

But Donnie also knew he couldn’t risk this. He had to at least know if you were interested or not, then he could decide what face to put on from there. It took a bit of coaxing, but April finally agreed to do it.

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(Y/N) softly hummed to herself as she fiddled with some wires connected the SHELDON when she heard quiet footsteps enter the lab. The girl spun around under the pretense that the purple turtle was to make an appearance, but was soon relaxed when she saw April instead.

“Oh, hey!” (Y/N) smiled. “What’s up?”

The college student shrugs slightly with an awkward laugh. “Nothin’ much. Whatchu workin’ on?”

(Y/N) gestured to the motherboard she was reprogramming on SHELDON. “Just some minor fixes to SHELDON’s programming. His artificial ocular system has been glitching lately.”

Man, maybe they are meant for each other, April thought.

“Aw, cool, cool… but I had a question about something. About Donnie.”

The high school student nearly dropped her soldering iron into the robot when April revealed her true intentions in talking to her. “Uh, what—what about him?”

A smirk creeping on her face nearly gave April away. “It’s just… you guys’ve been hanging out for a few months now and y’all seem really close. I was just wondering if you, like… y’know… liked him?”

(Y/N)’s heart thumped loudly in her chest as she attempted to avoid the older teen’s gaze. Had she been that obvious? There was no way! She always tried her best to stay calm, cool, and collected when hanging out with Donnie. How could she have known about her feelings towards him?

“I-I—well, not like anything crazy—er, it’s not like… well… uhm…” she stuttered beyond belief. “I mean… I just… admire him, I guess? He’s really smart and there aren’t a lot of people like that at my school. It’s—well—almost like my dream to work in a lab and stuff so…”

April tried her best to hide her smug grin once again. This was the best day of her life. “Oh, yeah, I feel you. Well, I was just wondering—”

“Please don’t tell him.” (Y/N) spoke quickly.

Suddenly, the college student broke out in a cold sweat. Shit shit shit…! Hopefully she doesn’t take this “spy business” personally.

“Y’know… I kinda have a feeling you won’t have to.”

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Donnie slowly placed the headset he’d been using to listen to April and (Y/N)‘s conversation with.

“Holy shit… holy shit…!” He whispered to himself.

No one had ever talked about him like that, not even close. She admired him. She thought he was brilliant. Smart. From what he had gathered, (Y/N) liked him in the same way he liked her.

Was this all really real? Did (Y/N) actually like him? Thoughts bounced around in the turtle’s head. Although it had seemed to like him, she never said it verbatim. But despite this, Donnie enacted his plan.

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“(Y/N).” The scientist greeted the girl as he took a seat next to her in his lab, noticing she was still tinkering away on SHELDON.

“O-oh, hey, Dee!” She stumbled over her words. “You missed April. She was here not too long ago.”

Donnie hummed in response before gently taking the soldering iron out of her hands and attempted to do what (Y/N) had been struggling on for the last two hours or so. SHELDON soon booted back up with a “sup dudes!” before flying off deeper into the lab.

(Y/N) giggled, hovering a hand over his shoulder in gratitude. “Thanks!”

After another hum, Donnie slightly opened his mouth getting ready to say something. But when the girl gazed up at him with a curious expression on her face, his words were caught in the back of his throat. The two stayed a few seconds like this until the purple turtle sighed.

“I won’t beat around the bush: I knew April was here earlier.” He admitted. “I… I was listening.”

The high school student suddenly groaned before covering her face with her hands. “Oh my god, I knew it…! I knew she said that for a reason.”

“I’m sorry.” Donnie quickly apologized. “I just wanted to know if you… felt the same.”

Bugged eyes protruded out of her head when he revealed his true feelings. There was absolutely no way he really felt the same way she did. This must be a prank.

But the almost pleading look on Donnie’s face told (Y/N) otherwise. “I… I mean—I do, but… no, no, I do. I really do. You’re amazing,Dee. And I like spending time with you.”

The giant turtle’s shoulders finally relaxed as he exhaled. Without much warning, (Y/N) leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his cheek. Before Donnie could react, the girl quickly stood to her feet and speed walked out of the lab.

Donnie couldn’t help but smile at her flustered form as he yelled after her, promising to text her soon.

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• It wasn’t that Leo thought you didn’t like him as he was. He was just trying to relate to you since you had so many human friends.

• When you two were hanging out, you’d often get a message on your phone from one of your friends asking if you can hang out. More often than not, you would leave the lair to meet them, leaving Leo to think about solutions to make you more comfortable.

• Okay, maybe he was a little insecure about being a mutant rather than a human.

• When you saw him in the cloaking brooch, your first reaction was to laugh out loud.

• “Aw, Lee…!” You said in between laughs. “You look so weird.”

• Leo felt a pang of annoyance as he jumped through hoops to get a cloaking brooch and may have the Hidden City police after him.

• “C’mon, don’t this rugged good looks translate well in my human form?”

• You giggled as you neared him and gently took the brooch off of his chest, Leo turning back to the lovable turtle he was.

• “I like you just the way you are, babe. Green skin, bald head and all.”

• Leo scoffed but hugged you tightly, lifting you off your feet and twirling around.

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• We all know that the red clad turtle is big. Like, really big. And spiky.

• You’d cut yourself on his spikes before and he always profusely apologized even though you were never mad at him.

• So one day, he thought to try out a cloaking brooch to see if he could reduce his spikes and size.

• It definitely reduced his spikes, but not his size.

• When you saw him, you loved it before he told you why he’d done it.

• “Raph, you don’t have to do that.”

• “But I keep hurting you and—”

• You grabbed his face and pulled him down to your own visage, taking the cloaking brooch off.

• “I love every part of you. Spikes and all.”

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• When Mikey put on the cloaking brooch, you loved the way his human form looked. Like, you’d obsessively ask him if he could put it on.

• After a while, Mikey grew to assume that you only liked him with the brooch on.

• He started to wear it more and more before you would even ask him.

• Eventually, you grew suspicious. It seemed like he would rush to get the brooch whenever you’d come into the lair.

• “Mike, you know you don’t have to wear the brooch every time I’m here, right?”

• Mikey was slightly embarrassed. “I know…! I just thought you liked it more than… my other form.”

• “No, Mikey,” you took the brooch off of his chest, turning him back into a mutant, “I love your human form. But I love your mutant form even more.”

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• Donnie was always insecure about your relationship. When he’d first met you, he had a cloaking brooch on, so he appeared human.

• It was only after the first date he revealed that he was a mutant.

• You didn’t care about his appearance and he was still hot anyways, but he would often put the brooch on when you two would hang out.

• One day, you thought it was a good idea to remind him again. When you arrived in his lab, he was working on another great invention. When he saw you, he quickly reached for the brooch, but you approached even faster.

• You placed a hand on the brooch and gazed up at him. “Y’know you don’t need to wear that, right?”

• He somewhat avoided your stare. “I know. I just…”

• “Donnie,” your hand went up from his hand to his bicep and you gave it a gentle squeeze, “I’ve told you already that I love you just as much as I love your human form.”

• “I know, but… you’re human. You’re used to humans. So why not look like one to make you more comfortable?”

• You sighed as you cupped his cheek. “You already make me feel comfortable, Dee.”

Rise!Bros X Reader: Headcannons

I didn’t include Mikey in this one.

Warnings ⚠️: N/A

Relationships: Dating (official)

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• Leo often took advantage of your one and only weakness.

• Whenever he wanted you to do something, that was his default.

• “(Y/N), can you turn the light off?” He whined as the turtle turned over in his bed.

• You groaned as you stared at the light switch on the opposite end of the room. “Why can’t you do it? I’m already comfortable.”

• “Pleaseee?” Leo begged.

• Before you could further protest, he pressed his palms against your cheeks and began to pepper your face with small pecks.

• You couldn’t help but giggle as he did so.

• He soon stopped and stared at you with puppy eyes you hadn’t noticed before.

• “You can’t keep doing this to me.” You slowly sat up and stocked over to the light switch, flipping to downwards with your index finger.

• All he did was smirk at you.

• Raph thought your little quirk was funny.

• It wasn’t often that he did it, but when he did, you couldn’t help the growing blush on your face.

• “Babe, don’t!” You dragged your words as he spread kisses from your forehead to your jaw.

• He laughed as he finally released you, staring at the red tint growing on your cheeks. “I can’t help it. You’re too cute.”

• Donnie was never a touchy-feely person.

• One of the only times he’d kiss you was when you were accidentally smart.

• “I just can’t figure this out.” Donnie spoke, frustrated by his latest invention. One of his brothers had broken it and now some parts weren’t working as effectively as usual. “I have everything and it somewhat works but I’m missing… something.”

• You didn’t like seeing him frustrated, so you offered your advice, but soon shut up when you see a green triangle-shaped piece of plastic.

• “Is this it?” You handed him the piece.

• His eyes lit up when he saw the green triangle. The scientist quickly stood up and began to smother your face with kisses. “(Y/N), you’re a genius! This is the broken piece of the motherboard! It’ll take a bit to repair, but now I don’t have to start over.”

• You didn’t understand a lick of what he was saying, but you could feel the heat growing on your cheeks as he praised you.

I love when y’all say this bc I fucking love writing angst bc I get to interpret Leo and the reader’s dynamic. And I do agree that we need more, I love fluff but cmonnnnn 😩

But I will try my best to fulfill your request! :)

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I Still Need You

Rise!Leo X Injured!Reader (Part 1)

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“C’mon, (Y/N),” Leo urged them as he carried them towards the Med Bay within the lair, “stay with me!”

Their eyelids flickered, staring up at the turtle. “Leo… I wanna… I wanna sleep..”

“No!” Leo somewhat shouted at them. “Don’t go to sleep! Just keep looking at me, baby. We’re gonna get you fixed up. Just keep your eyes on me.”

But little could be done. Their boyfriend focused and unfocused in and out of their vision. “Leo… am I gonna die…?”

He stared down at them, a look of anguish defining his features. In all honesty, he didn’t know. When Raph threw the debris off of your still form, all he saw was blood. Blood and ash from the crumbling building. Adrenaline stopped him from standing and staring too long as he instantly scooped her up and headed to the lair with the rest of his brothers.

Leo couldn’t lie to them. “Just keep looking at me. Don’t close your eyes.”

Right from the very beginning of the invasion, he had told (Y/N) to stay behind in the lair. They were as stubborn as always and followed Splinter and April to the surface, and he only knew of this when he heard them on the mics they all had on them. He’d told them to go back to safety, but they were determined to help him and his brothers defeat the Kraang. The last thing Leo had heard from them was a scream and then their mic cut out.

When Leo entered the Med Bay, he shouted for Donnie as he gently laid (Y/N)—who’d passed out by now—down on a vacant gurney.

The purple clad turtle rushed into the room with a box containing Saline solution. He hooked it onto the IV pole and attempted to find a vein within (Y/N)’s arm before Leo piped up.

“They don’t need that!” The turtle exclaimed as he grabbed Donnie’s shoulder. “You have to stop the bleeding! They’re bleeding from somewhere!”

Shrugging his hand off and sneering, Donnie finally pushed the needle into their arm. “It doesn’t work like that, Leo. They need fluids before I can do anything.”

Just then, the blue clad turtle realized he’d been shaking the entire time. Shaking with both anxiety and anger. “Donnie, they’re gonna fucking die! Don’t you realize that?! (Y/N)’s gonna—”

“Dammit, Leo!” The older twin bottled his fist, striking the floor in protest. “I’m trying my best! You’re distracting me so you need to leave!”

Everything seemed to go in slow motion after his brother’s demand. Leave? Leave them? After all they’d been through, he was just going to leave them alone? Leo went to say something, but then gazed down at his blood ridden hands and plastron. Thoughts rushed through his mind as the turtle began to breathe heavily.

This was his fault, he thought. If he had just let Raph get the key, the Kraang wouldn’t have been unleashed from the Prison Dimension. Casey wouldn’t have been raised in a post apocalyptic world. Everyone and everything would be normal. He should’ve been more deliberate in telling (Y/N) to go back underground rather. He was the cause of their pain and potential death.

He then suddenly felt a hand caressed his wrist, breaking him out of his pity party. “Leo, I need you to get a grip. (Y/N) will be fine if you let me help them. So, please. You have to go.”

“I…” is all Leo could utter before Donnie returned to (Y/N) to tend to their wounds.

Despite the harshness of his words, they stuck in the blue turtle’s mind. His partner was dying and harassing their only help wasn’t useful. There didn’t need to be anymore blood on his hands. He’d fucked up enough already, he thought.

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For the next few days, Leo slept at the entrance of the Med Bay. Donnie didn’t allow him to see them until they were stabilized. The brothers had argued the first and second time, the younger twin claiming he had every right to see his partner no matter their condition. Donnie argued that (Y/N) still needed to be moderated and didn’t need Leo to stress them out.

(Y/N) had developed seizures that lasted longer the more they occurred, forcing the scientist to put them in a medically induced coma. His twin wasn’t happy about that either on the grounds of the improbability of them ever waking up.

“Leo, this isn’t a debate.” Donnie groaned as he stood behind the glass at Med Bay entrance with another IV bag in his hand. “(Y/N) needs time to heal and coming in to profusely ask them if they’re okay isn’t helpful.”

A fist formed at Leo’s side, glaring at his brother. “All I’m asking for is to see them.”

Donatello shook his head with a sigh. “You don’t want to see them right now. Trust me.”

“Then—” but again, his brother ambled further into the Med Bay, blatantly ignoring him.

It made him angry that he wasn’t being heard. Earlier that day the first argument ensued, Leo had witnessed Raph enter the Med Bay as he was returning from breakfast with his youngest brother. The twin pounded on the door demanding to be let in, but he wasn’t sure if they had even heard him or his older brothers were ignoring his pleas.

The idea of what (Y/N) was going through provoked instant nausea, leading Leo to stay in the bathroom by the toilet for hours. Nothing stayed down and it was as if he made himself physically sick from worry.

Eventually, Mikey grew concerned when he’d heard dry heaving and entered the bathroom only to be turned away.

“I’m alright, Mikey.” Leo reassured him. “Please just leave.”

The youngest brother didn’t know exactly what to say. This was Raph’s area of expertise. He would’ve said something motivational or profound, but all the orange clad turtle could do was crouch down next to him and place his hand against Leo’s shell as he expelled into the toilet once more.

In a way, Mikey had been left in the dark with (Y/N)’s condition, too. He assumed Donnie thought he’d tell Leo what was going on with him. But looking at his lethargic brother now, he felt like he owed him some kind of update.

So later that day, Mikey took it upon himself to call his brother and plead with him to let him or Leo know how (Y/N) was doing.

“Don, Leo’s losing it. He was literally throwing up just a few hours ago. Why can’t you just tell me what’s happening with them. Just to keep him from—”

“Mikey,” Donnie cut him off, “did he put you up to this?”

The orange turtle furrowed his eyebrows. “Wha—no! I said I—”

Through the phone, Mikey heard loud pounding footsteps grow louder until they paused and he heard the voice of his oldest brother. “Listen, Mikey. I know you and Leo are worried about them, but you have to understand that we don’t even fully know their condition. We will let you know when (Y/N) is better.”

The youngest turtle attempted to say something else, but the call dropped right after Raph had finished his sentence.

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A week passed. (Y/N) was still in the coma and Leo was still sleeping at the Med Bay entrance. In fact, he’d gone from sleeping there to basically moving his entire room into the narrow space.

One night on his way out of the wing, Donnie almost tripped over the younger twin and the spread of comic books and blankets scattered across the floor. The scientist grumbled in frustration, gazing down at the mess.

He squatted down to his brother’s side and shook him slightly. “Leo, wake up. You can’t sleep here anymore if you’re gonna leave all this here.”

Leo glanced at him before snatching his shoulder away, turning the opposite way. “I can sleep wherever I want.”

“Sure—but not where people can trip over you.” He began collecting the comics, placing them into neat stacks.

The blue turtle sized Donnie up as he organized his comics before sighing. “Do you even care? You’re seriously more concerned about everybody else tripping over someone—your own brother—that’s been sleeping on the floor for over a week?”

Donnie grumbled as he set the final comics down on the stack. “I do care, Leo. My problem is you don’t trust me. You know I know what I’m doing. Just trust that I will tell you when (Y/N) is better.”

“But I don’t!” He swiped his hand through the middle on the comic pile, swiftly knocking it over. Leo leapt to his feet, Donnie copying his action. “I don’t fucking trust you. It’s been a week and I don’t even know if (Y/N) is alive! Them ending up like this is my fault so I should be allowed to have a part in this. I’ve literally been sick to my fucking stomach for days and you just don’t give a fuck. So no, I don’t trust you. Not with this, Donnie.”

The scientist’s expression remained stoic, which only pissed off Leo more.

Realistically, Donnie did care to an extent. He cared that his brother was getting physically sick from worry. He cared that his brother was sleeping at the entrance of the Med Bay. But he knew all Leo’s worries would be resolved if (Y/N) was awake and stable. If Leo saw how they looked right now, he’d surely break down and act the way he did when he first brought them to the lair.

Right now, (Y/N) was covered in needles leading to IV bags full of various fluids as well as an oxygen and feeding tube. Before they and Leo started dating, (Y/N) would hang out in Donnie’s lab. Most of the time, they would talk his ear off about subjectively meaningless topics. Other times, they’d help him out. The two grew closer until Leo swooped in and ruined everything. They didn’t talk to Donnie as often, mostly going out somewhere with their boyfriend.

To Donnie, his brother’s current demeanor was unjustified. For years, Leo had (Y/N) all to himself. Would it kill him to be without them for a few weeks? He’d stolen his friend, and while what the older twin was doing wasn’t intentionally vindictive, he didn’t feel all that bad for Leo.

The older twin pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. “Listen… I’m doing my best to get (Y/N) stable enough for you to see them. I’m not a miracle worker—I’m not even a doctor. Do you think I’m not stressed out, too? Like I’m just okay with my friend being in a coma? Did you think I liked doing that?” Donnie fought off tears as he continued. “You have no reason not to trust me. They were mine before they were yours, so don’t pretend that I don’t care! Don’t insinuate that I’d lie about their condition! And stop throwing the same goddamn pity party for yourself. Nobody is pressing you except yourself. I am the only one that’s been getting harped on, so shut the fuck up!” He then stomped passed the glass doors into the Med Bay.

Anger—no, malice suddenly consumed Leo as he stared daggers into the back of Donnie’s head. Who the fuck did he think he was? “They were mine before they were yours”. (Y/N) had always been his. And why did he feel the need to bring it up at this moment in time? What was his point in saying that?

Malice soon took control of his body as he flew past the glass doors, charging at his older twin.

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Author’s Note: Soooo I’m realizing this is getting super long and there’s so much more I want to write, so I’m breaking it up into two (possibly three) parts.(´∀｀)

The second part should be coming out a day or two after this part is posted, so keep watch if you’re interested!

~ Han7a