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you can call me rallentando, rallen, or just about anything! I only ask that no weird or nsfw stuff is brought to or asked of me (minorly suggestive material such as flirtation and possibly precarious positions permitted, just nothing explicit).
with that out of the way, on to the stuff!
100 FOLLOWERS -
DTIYS & Interactive special (coming eventually)
DRAWING ~
Risetober 2023 Masterlist
Risevember 2023 Masterlist
Fan art for wolffeay’s Tell Me I’m Wrong
WRITING ~
Donnie
Somnambulant Soulmates (full fledged fic, ongoing rise Donnie x gn reader)
Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 (relatively soon!)
(please let me know if you want tagged!)
Homey Holiday Happenings (oneshot, rise Donnie x gn reader)
Rise Donnie x Plus Sized/Curvy gn Reader Ideas
She cowa- on my -bung- till I -a (rise Donnie x gn reader drawing, here for safe keeping)
U + Me = Date? (oneshot, rise Donnie x gn reader)
Purple Habits Die Hard (oneshot, rise Donnie x gn reader)
Valentine’s Day With Donnie (ideas list, rise Donnie x gn reader)
Nothing (song fic, rise Donnie x gn reader)
certain ineffable things (oneshot, rise Donnie x touch starved gn reader)
late nights, flashing lights (oneshot, rise Donnie x gn reader, dancing)
empathetic (emphasis on pathetic) (drabble, rise Donnie x reader, angst)
Totally Platonic (rise Donnie x reader oneshot)
finally (oneshot, rise Donnie x gn reader, post-finals fluff)
Leo
It’s You (oneshot, rise Leo with a vocalist, drummer reader)
All~
ROTTMNT Turtles With a Feminine Reader
ROTTMNT Turtles w/ Reader with Verbal Tics
ROTTMNT Turtles With a Highly Un-photogenic Reader
(rise Donnie x gn reader oneshot, post-finals fluff fic)
“Wave the white flag because I surrender.”
Your voice resonated off concrete walls, the defeat in your voice carried throughout the room with it.
“Exams that good, huh?”
A low voice muttered from somewhere deeper in the dimly lit lab.
You let your backpack slip off your already slumped shoulders. The bag, full of now obsolete textbooks and folders full of papers, hit the ground with a hard thud. The relief of its absence was immediate, even though you still felt exhausted to your core.
You shuffled to the back of the room toward the source of the voice, shoes scuffing the hard ground.
“They ravaged me.”
“Hm.”
The brevity of his reply implied he was occupied, probably coding or modeling or, the more likely option, gaming. It was a Friday night, after all.
“I honestly can’t say if they went good or bad because I BS-ed at least part of each of them,” you continued, your feet bumping into a discarded, thankfully empty Monster can. A sparse trail of them led through a nearby archway. “Finals are genuinely the worst.”
“Mmhm.”
After taking a left turn through the archway, you were greeted with the sight of Donatello slumped over his desk, which itself was a familiar sight, but it was what he was working on that was out of the ordinary. Instead of typing fervently, he was actually making a prototype sketch on paper. His artstyle was smooth, every stroke of his pen firm and intentional; his focus was written on his furrowed brow and ever so slightly protruding tongue. It was a mystifying sight, watching the design of what seemed to be the next hardware update for S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. come to fruition, the scene illuminated by a rich purple desk lamp.
The second most prominent thing you saw was the towering pile of even more soda and energy drink cans beside his chair.
“Whennn was the last time you left this chair?” you questioned, voice laced with concern.
The question caused his hand to pause in the middle of a line. “You have a subpoena?” He pivoted in his chair to face you, raising a brow.
“I have no writs of the sort, but I have a pretty good guess that it’s been since I was over the other day.” The aversion of his eyes from yours likely meant you were spot on. You wandered over to your swivel chair, also at his desk and nudged an empty pizza box off of it before taking a seat. “Just because I’m busy studying doesn’t mean you should, like, leave this plane of reality.”
“I am doing no such thing.” He placed a hand to his chest, feigning offence, before using the other to check his tech gauntlet. “In fact, I have actually had a reduced amount of screentime by… 60% compared to my average figure, so I’ve been even more grounded today than usual. You should be singing my praises.”
You crossed your legs before countering, “‘Singing your praises?’ For chugging enough caffeine to put the average person in the hospital?”
He took a breath to retort before you specified, “Please don’t correct my estimate, it was a figure of speech.” He deflated. You sighed, resting a hand on his. “I just want you to take care of yourself even when I’m not here to physically make you.”
Donnie relinquished his grip on his pen, letting his fingers intertwine with yours. “I understand. It’s just, when I’m by myself that’s when I work optimally. My productivity is through the roof, and I can get stuff done without meaningless distractions.” He saw a pang of hurt on your face and figured he should rephrase. “I didn’t mean any offense by that, I can just finish tasks that I simply can’t when other people are around.”
“Being productive isn’t the most important thing.”
“Ah, just how you totally don’t prioritize your performance in school over your health,” he said, seemingly in jest though a slight serious tone slipped through.
You blew out a puff of air. “You got me there, but I’m working on that. Besides, before long it’ll be me optimizing my career performance over my health, and that’ll be for way longer than four years.” You jested before sighing. “I mean, I at least remembered to eat this week and had at least some water each day, but it’s still a work in progress. We can help each other out with that, with reminders and stuff.”
“And stuff? Like working out together three times a week or making me eat better or imbibe less caffeinated drinks?” Donnie quirked a sarcastic brow.
“If that’s what you want, but I was thinking more stuff like this.”
You pivoted in your seat to face him, using your free hand to cup his jaw, before planting your lips softly against his. You closed your eyes, leaning into the kiss, but you could still sense the surprise on his face by how he hesitated a second before kissing back. He hummed, the buzzing sensation warm, and the tension in his shoulders faded as they drooped. His hands fell to your sides, his thumbs lazily gliding over the skin there. Your hand on his face traced back behind his jaw before you started lightly scratching the delicate skin there, eliciting a low churr from the chelonian.
As his body relaxed, you took the opportunity with your other hand to push the pen he used earlier to the far side of the desk, with his sketch paper following suit. Work time was done; you’d both worked hard enough.
You slowly stood up, Donatello emulating the action to chase your lips. You grinned, giving him one more quick smooch before pulling back.
“Bed. Now. We sleep,” you said, eyes lidded.
Donatello, leaning into you with his lips still puckered and hands maintaining their unrelinquishing grip on your waist, blinked rapidly a few times. He glanced at the desk and noticed how you’d disarmed his academic defenses while you slyly distracted him. When he looked back at you, there were glimpses of confusion and retaliation and adoration in his blown pupils.
He pursed his lips before relenting, “Clever diversion.” You could tell by his tone he wouldn’t be putting up any more of a fight regarding a nap.
You took a step around the chair to work on getting out of the room. Donnie let go of you for only a moment before taking your hand, letting your smirking self guide him through the cluttered corridors of the lab toward his bedroom.
Once in his room, you let go of him to let him do his nightly routine: placing his battle shell on its charging port, removing his mask and other accessories and folding them up. You made your way to the set LED lights to a calming purple and lay your jacket over the gaming chair in his room.
When you turned around, you saw Donnie face down on his bed with his legs hanging off the edge and arms splayed. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Sure, he’d worn himself out, which you didn’t condone, but you couldn’t deny he looked cute like that.
You sighed as you trudged to his lofty bed, pressing the release latches on his mechanical shell. You struggled to lift it, the weight of it a hefty reminder of the physical prowess Donnie had despite his tendencies to bed rot- er, lab rot? Either way, he had a lot weighing him down, and not taking care of himself only worsened that.
You managed to get his battle shell to the charging port along the wall, the glow from the charger confirming it was properly plugged in. You thought about plugging in his phone before remembering it was already charging within one of the battle shell’s compartments. If there was one thing Donatello prioritized in his inventions, it was convenience.
Once you made it back to the bed, you worked off his knee and elbow pads and set them on the ground. It wasn’t the drawer he preferred to place them in, but you were tired to the degree you didn’t care. You then took to scooping Donnie’s legs up and placing them onto his plush comforter.
You followed, clambering onto the bed beside him. You made sure to get onto the side of the bed adjacent to the wall, as Donatello’s sleeping habits could be best described as turbulent and you didn’t want to end up eating the floor. Again.
Before you could even get the both of you tucked in, Donnie rolled over from his stomach to his side, leaving his leathery shell beside you. You scooted carefully toward him, not wanting to disturb the sensitive skin, but he disrupted your slow movement by reaching over, grabbing your arm and wrapping it around himself. You let out a small ‘ope’ at finding yourself in the spooning position so abruptly but quickly let yourself melt into it, pressing small kisses into the nape of his neck and top of his shell, eliciting a small shudder from him. You almost stopped until he lolled his head over, his exposed neck inviting you in.
“What a long day,” you sighed against his neck before continuing on. “What a long semester.”
Donnie grumbled groggily in agreement, his voice gravelly when he spoke. “I concur. I’m sorry the dum-dums at your college forgot to keep it about learning instead of academic performance.”
“Yeah.” You kissed behind his jaw again, relishing his little shivers. “Last semester was so much better. I just actually had fun sucking vampires as professors in most of my classes this semester.” You placed your canine teeth around his neck to act as fangs with a small growl.
He hummed before mumbling, “As I recall, you despised your classes last semester. Need I consult my voice recordings?”
“I didn’t think I sent you any…” You paused. It seemed Donatello’s non-consensual documentation habit was not dealt with as you thought. “I thought we talked about not doing that anymore.”
“Work in progress.”
“You’re lucky I’m too tired to unpack that right now.” You wrapped your other arm around him, nuzzling against his mask tails. Only after you had both arms occupied did you realize you hadn’t taken off Donnie’s mask. You extended your neck and took the bottom of his mask between your teeth before lifting it up and off his head, spitting the silky fabric out with a ‘pleh.’
Donnie let out another grumble, too tired to even lift his head. “Thanks.”
“Anytime,” you kissed the back of his neck and nestled into the plush covers and both of your shared warmth. “Now let’s get some rest.”
aprils birthday is the whole month of april. This is canon! (don't ask for my source) . she's also chronologically 24 in 2026, so here she is celebrating the big 24 with her girl casey :)
