Ta da!! I finally finished my All 4-1 TMNT entry!! I was going to use the pocky prompt, however I came up with this idea after reading the others properly. I will eventually reword this, so it'll fit my fic im writing (TMNT of course) but I wanted to test the waters of this idea first.
I did change the prompt a bit to fit, but you should still recognise it well enough. I also had a song on repeat while writing this, and for me it works well. Just don't read into the lyrics too much 🤣 ill link it, and I recommend you have it on repeat as well, feel the magic.
The character Scarlett is my own self insert, as I see her as how look, but just a different name. Just FYI
Tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @dilucsflame33 @m1dnyt3-w0lf @post-apocalyptic-daydream @leosgirl82 @tmnt-tychou @nittleboo
Please let me know if you'd like to be ragged in the next one!!
⚠️ Aged up characters, a little spice, like the tiniest bit ⚠️
City Lights (Donnie x OC)
‘Okay, Scarlett, truth or dare!’ Michelangelo yelled with much enthusiasm.
‘Dare!’ she fired back.
The immediate glint Mikey got in his eyes made her regret her choice almost immediately. This game of “Truth or Dare” had been the idea of her friend Ashley. All her friends were finally allowed to meet Donnie, and in turn his brothers. They were reluctantly allowed into the lair, something about being a good host. Almost instantly were her friends all over the place, sussing out every inch of the place; from the boombox wall to what the turtles called their bedrooms, they were even wanting to go down the waterslide.
It was becoming quite overwhelming; Leonardo had begun to lose his patience and Raphael was trying not to pummel down the headless chooks that were Scarlett’s friends. Mikey was sadly joining the shenanigans and Donnie stood nervously to the side as he began to panic, verbally announcing his thoughts that maybe it had been a bad idea. Scarlett made eye contact with Ashley, a look that she knew all too well. It meant that “Mother was not pleased with her children”, she had looked around before she grabbed the nearest thing to her; it just happened to be a glass bottle.
‘Ice breaker! Spin the Bottle Truth of Dare!” she had yelled. Silence befell the group before said children ran to the makeshift couch of wooden pallets and cushions, each of them claiming a position. Each of the turtles shared a look, before they too joined the group, Scarlett being the last one to find a seat.
The first few rounds were harmless, simple truths and harmless dares. But once the ice broke, things began to switch up very quickly. Scarlett had constantly picked truths but was forced to choose dare to keep things interesting. Hence her now predicament, and she was unsettled by the grin that had made its way to Mikey’s mouth and the low, evil chuckle that was produced from his belly.
‘I dare you to kiss Donnie,’ he had said, giving her some form of Kubrick stare that was more menacing than threatening.
Scarlett’s faced had matched Donatello’s as everyone around her erupted into either cackles or whoops of either teasing or encouragement. Sheer surprise washed over both their faces, and the nerves that festered in Scarlett’s chest was almost painful. They stared at each other for a few more moments, the group around them having grown quiet as they waited in anticipation; eventually, Scarlett swallowed her nerves and rose from her seat and took those few steps to stand in front of the purple dressed reptilian. he was trying to protest, saying that she didn’t have to do it, but she simply shook her head. She reached out and grabbed his face with a little more force than she had wanted, her nerves still floating around somewhere; she looked him in those golden orbs of his as she removed his goggles from the top of his head before planting a soft kiss there, replacing the goggles to their position once more.
Donatello stared blankly at her as she made her way back to her seat, ignoring the protests of both her friends and his brothers. Some comments being that she had done it wrong, and others saying that wasn’t the kiss that was meant to happen.
‘You didn’t specify what kind of kiss, or where. You just said to kiss him.’ Scarlett protested back, crossing both her hands and feet. ‘And besides,’ she looked between all four terrapins, ‘I think that it's safe to assume that you guys haven’t even had your first kisses yet.’
Each of the ninjas had looked away and began to shift uncomfortably at the truth spoken. The “Aws” and “that’s so sadorable” had began to ring through the lair, and it looked like the turtles were either about to snap angrily or cry, mainly Mikey looked like he was gonna cry.
‘It’s nothing to be ashamed of at all!’ Scarlett piped up, successfully gaining their attention again. ‘Think of it this way, I didn’t kiss Donnie the way you thought, because your first kiss should be shared with someone special, someone you love. And not used on a dare.’ She had added a small laugh at the end, hoping and succeeding in dispelling any negative thoughts. They smiled, which made her smile, her heart still resounding beats in her eardrums.
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It had been a few months since that day down in the lair, and ever since then her and Donatello had grown closer. It was kind of like a trust exercise that had opened their friendship up more. But pretty soon, Scarlett had noticed a change in Donnie’s behaviour. He had become more gentlemanly than usual, inviting her over to help on his projects (something about her smalls hands being able to reach the smaller spaces), and also inviting himself over (something about wanting to see her bougie bathroom he’d heard so much about). Not that it was bothering her, she was enjoying the attention.
It had gotten to a point where she had chosen to remain oblivious to the emotions welling up inside her whenever he would invite her out, for just some one-on-one chill time. She constantly had to remind herself that he was just a friend, and he was being nice. But it didn’t stop the butterflies, and it sure as hell didn’t stop the feelings begin to blossom for the giant turtle man. She tried to tell herself it wasn’t worth it, that she wasn’t worth it; he would eventually get bored of her if she feigned ignorance enough, and he would go off and find someone to share these heartfelt moments with.
Whenever Scarlett was alone, she would always think back to the icebreaking day. The way his face flushed upon closer inspection, and the way he slightly trembled under her touch; she wanted to see it again, she wanted more of it. But then she would remember the words she had spoken “…your first kiss should be shared with someone special, someone you love…”, and she would force her heart back down her throat; she would keep this crush under wraps.
But it was getting harder to keep it hidden, whenever Donatello was around now, they would almost always end up close with mere inches between them. And when that happened, her face would blush, and her breathing would hitch. And every time, their faces would inch closer and closer, able to feel each other’s breath on their lips. But every time, they were either interrupted, or her own words would ring in her ears and cause her to bail. It was like each time he would purposely try and find a way to get her in his arms, and her façade would falter each time. His touch, unique smell, and the way his words would blanket her; it was beginning to drive her insane.
It had been her most recent, and obviously romantic, moment with Donatello that had completely wrenched her heart and let slip through the want and desire that had been building for months now. Donatello knew how much Scarlett loved the rain, so he had planned to take her to a high point before it hit, so that she could enjoy the very first droplets before the heavens opened up. Since she lived in Manhattan, he had dropped onto her balcony and whisked her away to the top of the Manhattan Bridge. Scarlett was scared yet thrilled to be up so high.
‘What are we doing up here?’ she asked, daring to lean over to look at the traffic that drove by; their headlights illuminating the roads in the darkness of the night.
‘Just wait,’ he simply said, giving her one of those heart fluttering smiles that she had begun to fall for.
She had wanted to question further, but the cold drops of water on her head made her stop. She looked up to the sky, just in time to see the shower that had immediately began to pour over the city and the bridge. Scarlett had forgotten almost instantly about her heart as she grinned, raising her arms up to the sky with open palms. Donatello had just stood there, watching her with complete love and awe in his eyes. His heart swelled with so many emotions, and to him, it felt right; he just wished that she would reciprocate.
Scarlett had begun to dance atop the bridge, her arms flowing like water as she closed her eyes. It was no surprise that Donatello would join her, he just always had to be a part of her little dances. And she loved that about him. All thoughts of avoidance now gone from her mind, she allowed herself to be led around the small space. This way and that, Donatello led her to a songless dance, occasionally twirling and dipping her. This sent her heart into spirals as the heat from her nerves made her feel a small shiver from the cold downpour. Scarlett felt herself being spun out, so she planned to spin out with a flurry. However, she had miss stepped and slipped on a small lip of metal. All at once, she had felt herself falling over the edge, only to be grabbed by the arm and pulled into a hard chest.
Scarlett looked up to see Donatello’s worried face inches from hers again, water droplets on his glasses, more droplets running down his face. She had locked eyes with him, bad idea. She became frozen. He held her in his gaze, his arms slowly tightening around her body; her own arms held close to her chest and her palms pressed to his chest plate. No words were spoken, but hearts pounded loudly in both their chests; the sound of the cars below them and the sound of the rain pelting the metal frame of the bridge being the only other sounds that were heard. Scarlett was anxious, she wanted to pull away, but the spell Donnie had her under refused to let her go. “…your first kiss should be shared with someone special, someone you love…”, her own words echoed again, but this time it was very quiet, like it had been forced to the back of her mind. Her eyes flicked between his lips and those golden orbs, and seeing his own eyes do the same made her flutter even more.
He began to move closer, and she did the same, balling her fists against him as one of his hands moved to her upper back, to guide her forward. It was like a storybook moment in one of her many romance novels, and it was happening right now. Both their eyes were half mast, and they were mere millimeters now, each hot breath mingling with one another. Was it finally going to happen?
The sound of Donatello’s radio pulled them both out of their trance, it was Leo; he was calling for his brother for a new mission. With a sad look that would crush sad puppies in a competition, Donatello replied, letting his brother know that he was on his way back now. He looked into Scarlett’s eyes once more before scooping her into his arms, and took her home. When they had reached her balcony, he hung off the fire escape ladder as he set her down gently. When she was on her feet, Scarlett looked up and thanked him for the night out. He just hummed his answer, and made no effort to move from his position. The look on his face killed her, he looked absolutely miserable, and it was heart breaking.
Scarlett stepped forward; she knew what she was about to do was against her better judgement, and it would ruin everything that she had been trying to uphold. But at this point, she couldn’t handle seeing him this way. It pained her in ways that physical wounds would pain any normal person. She touched his forearm and planted a soft kiss to his cheek. It was short, but it was sweet.
‘Thank you again, Dee. I… had a really good time tonight,’ and she gave him a soft grin.
She watched the corner of his lips curl into a grin, there’s the Donnie she loved. Scarlett stepped back as she watched him bow his head to her before leaping away into the night, watching until she could no longer see his figure. She opened her door and walked straight to the bathroom, wet footprints leading a path there. She languidly peeled her clothes off before stepping into a hot shower. She leant against the wall and sank to the ground, letting the memories of earlier replay over and over in her head. It was all she could do, before she broke down into those heartbreaking tears she had been holding back for so long.
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Scarlett rubbed her eyes, now slightly puffy and tingly from the water and her own tears mixing. A simple singlet and shorts made up her pyjamas, pulling her half dry hair up into a ponytail before giving up and letting her forming ringlets and curls bounce back around her face. Standing in her living room in the dark, she wrapped her arms around herself; she felt the numbness begin to overtake her as the lights of the city trickled through the gap in her curtains and the open windows along her wall. She felt cold. There was something about that embrace of his that made her feel so warm and safe, something about the strong arms that made her body burn for more. I want his arms around me again.
A tapping on her balcony door pulled her from her thoughts. The rain had somewhat died down while she was in the shower, had it picked back up? She walked to the door and pulled the curtains, jumping back a little when she saw the giant purple terrapin standing there. His frame was slightly hunched, but his eyes burned with a fire she couldn’t place. Scarlett had barely opened the sliding door between them, Donnie had grabbed it and pushed it open and basically forcing his way into her apartment towards her. The movement and his hulking frame making a little fear build up in her as she backed away quickly, hoping that the space would grow.
‘How long are you going to keep driving me insane!’ he yelled, his hands clenching beside him.
Scarlett blinked at him.
‘How long are you going to keep ignoring my advances?’ he asked, his voice dropping a little.
‘W-what are you-‘
‘Don’t play coy with me; it won’t work.’
‘I really don’t know what you’re talking about, Donnie,’ she lied. She knew exactly what he was talking about, she was just hoping she sounded convincing.
‘You’re really going to lie to me? You’re really going to pretend like you have no idea how I feel about you?’ he pressed.
Scarlett stuttered, she hadn’t expected him to be so confronting about it. He hadn’t seemed the type, more like the type to let things fester until there was nothing left. How had she been so wrong?
‘I had no idea what was going on with me,’ he began, his eyes drifting to the floor, ‘I didn’t know if I was sick, or if I had somehow developed a condition, even with the mutagen. Then the memory of that game came back to me, and my entire body flared with heat and my heart went wild, while the nerves in my stomach kicked up a storm…’
‘Donnie…’
‘Please… let me finish. It only got worse the more you were around. I thought I was just happy, happy that someone was finally accepting of my brothers and I. I was, I am, but it turned out to be more than what I had originally theorized. Every moment with you, I felt nerves kick around more and more; every accidental or purposeful touch make my skin burn. And then, when you’re gone, my heart would hurt, and I’d become miserable; I sought many different ways to distract myself, but that only worked for the short run.’
Scarlett remained silent as she listened to his words, feeling her own heart begin to swell. She knew where this was going; her head was telling her to stop him and escape, but her heart kept her in place, letting every word sink in heavily.
‘I honestly wanted to reject these feelings, I’m the tech guy, I can’t be distracted by such emotions. It was really getting to me, and it must have been quite noticeable because you came over. I didn’t tell you why, but you made it your own mission to make sure I was okay again. And the smile you gave me,’ he sighed as he remembered, a grin forming, ‘that smile had solidified the theory and research: I’m in love.’
The woman’s breath hitched, and Donatello looked up at her, that grin still plastered there. ‘Wha...’
‘I had made it my mission to get you to see that, to see me. I made every calculated advancement I could, planned every event and outing to a “T”. And it’s working; try as you may, you couldn’t hide your heart from me. I had specifically analyzed every situation to determine the best approach each time, and each time should have ended with a kiss…’ his pause was surprisingly loud in the deafening apartment, his head falling again. ‘It should have ended with a kiss… but you always bailed or the moments interrupted. Much like tonight, I was so close, so close to finally feeling like a million stars…’
Donatello’s eyes rose again, taking in her form with newfound confidence and purpose in that gaze. He started to march toward her again, making Scarlett back away from him.
‘Donnie, wait a minute!’
‘But I’m over being disrupted. And I’m over you teasing me and then pulling away!’ his voiced raised again. ‘You said that we should wait, only kiss the person we choose, someone we love! Well, I choose you! I want to kiss you!’
Her back had hit a wall and Donatello seized that moment to stand right in front of her. His giant body stood over her, his sheer height was intimidating enough at a few feet apart; so, him being practically right on top of her was even more daunting. Her eyes were wide as she stared into the space below her feet, the beat of her heart thundering away in her chest, she was sure that Donnie could hear it from his position. That man heard a whispered conversation from the kitchen to the living room in the lair! Her arms were stiff at her sides, her hands balled into fists, her body now shaking as her nerves wracked her entire being. Her mind was running in circles, so when his left hand reached out for hers she had jumped. She dared to look up, something that she knew was going to be a bad idea. And it was, the look he was giving her made her melt. His eyes, his golden eyes held so much love, want and desire; it was so strong a gaze, but somehow warming at the same time. Scarlett relaxed a little bit, letting Donatello fully grab her tiny hand in his large one.
‘Can I- May I kiss you…?’ he had whispered it, but the question reverberated off the walls.
As her heart screamed, she gave a wordless nod. Their eyes never left each other as Donatello pulled his left hand up, Scarlett’s still clasped in his. He put it to his plastron effectively pulling her a little closer, and she swore she could feel his own heart racing a mile a minute. That’s where he left it, before he ever so gently grabbed her face; he marveled at how tiny it was compared to his hands, and it made him chuckle softly. Scarlett’s eyes had flicked down to his lips and then back to his eyes, not shocked that his eyes had done the same; it was like he was still seeking permission having already received it. So she lifted her unoccupied hand to hold his own, and that must’ve been the push he needed.
He leant in, both of them closing their eyes, and barely brushed his lips over hers. Both their breaths caught in their lungs, as they looked at one another again. He moved again, brushing his lips over hers again but with a little more force. And again. And again. And again. Each time with a little more force than the last. But with each kiss he gave her, their breaths were growing heavier and Scarlett began to lean in even closer. The butterflies in her stomach were growing wild, and she knew that Donnie was feeling the same. She didn’t understand why she had left this so long, this feeling. It was a like a literal dream come true. She loved the feeling of his mouth on hers, it was like beautiful magic, all the tingles and electricity running through her entire body. And it was making her hungry for more.
Scarlett wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down into her more. He groaned, proceeding to wrap his large arms around her tiny frame and pressing her into the wall. The sensation that ran through her body made her moan as the battle for dominance began. They kissed hungrily for a moment longer before Donnie was pulling away. Their lips now slightly swollen and red, both beings panting hard. He began to step away from her, but she grabbed his arm.
‘What’s wrong?’ she asked softly, trying to get her breathing under control.
‘I can’t continue…’ he strained, not looking her in the eyes anymore, and she already missed it.
‘Why…’
‘I’m scared. I’ve waited so long for this, but I’m afraid if I keep going…’ he turned his head slightly, ‘I’m afraid I might devour you.’
His admittance made her core ignite, and she trembled. She stepped around and faced him, making him look at her.
‘Then devour me, I’m all yours.’
His eyes blew wide as she held her hands to him, making gentle grabby hands. His mouth hung open as he stood there, letting every word wrap his brain into a tight hold and strangling any rationality he had left. Without warning, his arms were around her again, pulling her body flush with his own. Lips now clashed for dominance again as his hand made its way into her hair, gently tugging on the strands to try and coax a noise out. And he succeeded, the groan that came from her throat egged him on. Scarlett’s nails began to dig into the large arms of his, his own groan of pleasure coating her in what she would describe as a “warm honey” feeling. He wasted no time in dipping slightly to pull her up, her legs reflexively wrapping around his waist, the kiss never breaking once.
Donatello sat them both on the couch, moaning at the feeling of Scarlett’s weight on him. They separated for a small moment to breath some much needed air, before the need for more overcame them. Their hands began to roam over every surface of each other; they kissed so desperately as the tried to pull each other even closer, if that was even physically possible. Scarlett’s hands and nails ran along his neck and shoulders making him growl, and Donatello responded by harshly grabbing her hips and pulling her even more flush with him making her squeak with pleasure.
Nothing existed to them in that moment. It was just Scarlett with her Donatello, pouring their feelings, hearts, wants, and desires out through their intimate and much needed make out session. As they embraced each other, “I love you”’s rang through the room, their figures illuminated only by the city lights.
