#first relationship

[heldbybarnes]

I can’t stop thinking about the super fluffy idea of reader who is in her upper 20’s but has never dated or done ANYTHING despite being older becauses she’s super shy and a little anxious. So her and Buck are crushing on each other and they are both so shy and nervous and both SO touch starved so they are constantly shyly flirting and wanting to make moves but they are both so cute and nervous

Of all the things that made your chest flutter these days, the quiet ones were the worst.

Like the way Bucky lingered in doorways. The way his eyes softened when he looked at you, like he was afraid of startling you if he stared too hard. The way he always waited for you to speak first, even when you could tell he had something he wanted to say

You were almost twenty-nine years old and had never dated anyone. Never kissed anyone. Never held hands in that way people meant when they talked about romance. You’d spent years convincing yourself it didn’t matter—that you were fine, that you didn’t need it, that being shy and anxious just meant you moved through life a little more quietly than everyone else.

But then Bucky Barnes moved into the apartment across the hall, and suddenly the quiet felt loud.

He was just as gentle as he was intimidating. Broad shoulders, careful movements. Soft voice that never rose unless he laughed, which didn’t happen often—but when it did, it felt like sunlight breaking through cloud cover.

You met him over a dropped grocery bag. He’d knelt down immediately, metal hand scooping oranges back into your tote with surprising tenderness, murmuring, “Sorry—didn’t mean to startle you,” like you were the one who needed reassurance.

After that, it was little things.

Passing each other in the hallway and lingering for a second too long. Offering coffee, then standing on opposite sides of your tiny kitchen island like there was an invisible line neither of you quite knew how to cross. Talking about nothing—old movies, the best diner in Brooklyn, how neither of you slept very well—while wanting to talk about everything.

You were both painfully aware of the space between you.

Both desperately aware of how much you wanted it gone.

Bucky was touch starved in a way he never talked about. You could see it in how stiff he went when someone brushed past him, how his shoulders only truly relaxed when he sat beside you on the couch during movie nights. Not touching. Just… close enough that your knees almost brushed.

Almost.

You were shy in a different way. Afraid of doing something wrong. Afraid of being laughed at, or worse—pitied. You’d overheard people say things like she’s so sweet, but so quiet, like it was a flaw you hadn’t outgrown in time.

Bucky never made you feel like that.

He made you feel… chosen.

Movie nights became a routine. He always let you pick, even though you insisted he go first. You both pretended not to notice how you angled your bodies toward each other, how your hands hovered uncertainly on the couch cushions between you.

One night, halfway through the film, your fingers brushed.

You froze.

He froze harder.

“Oh—sorry,” you whispered at the same time he said, “Didn’t mean to—”

You both laughed, soft and breathless, the tension cracking just a little.

And then his hand didn’t move away.

Neither did yours.

Your pinkies rested against each other, barely touching, like a question neither of you knew how to ask out loud. Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it. His breathing had gone shallow, chest rising and falling like he was bracing himself.

“Is this… okay?” he asked quietly, not looking at you.

You nodded before you could stop yourself. “Yeah. It’s—yeah.”

So he hooked his pinky around yours.

It was the smallest thing. The gentlest thing. And it felt like the world tilted on its axis.

You stayed like that for the rest of the movie, not watching a single scene. Just breathing. Just existing in the warmth of his presence. When the credits rolled, neither of you moved to pull away.

“I’m really bad at this,” Bucky admitted suddenly, voice low. “The… starting part.”

Your chest ached with something tender. “Me too.”

He finally turned to look at you then, eyes soft and earnest and just as nervous as you felt. “I don’t wanna rush you. Or make you uncomfortable. I just—” He swallowed. “I like you. A lot.”

You took a breath, hands shaking just a little. “I’ve never… dated. Or anything. I’m really shy.”

“I know,” he said gently. “And that’s okay.”

You risked reaching out, fingertips brushing the sleeve of his jacket. “I like you too. I just… need things to be slow.”

His relief was immediate, almost overwhelming. “Slow sounds perfect.”

The first time he kissed you, it was almost accidental. A quiet moment in the kitchen, standing too close while the kettle boiled. He leaned in a fraction, stopped, waited. You closed the distance yourself, lips brushing his like you were both afraid the other might disappear.

It was soft. Unhurried. Sweet enough to make your chest ache.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours. “You okay?”

You nodded, smiling shyly. “Yeah. I just… didn’t know it could feel like that.”

He smiled back, small and a little awed. “Me neither.”

After that, the touches came slowly. Hand-holding. Arms around shoulders. Your first real hug that lasted longer than a second, his chin resting on your head like it belonged there.

You were both still shy. Still nervous. Still blushing over lingering looks and accidental brushes.

But you weren’t alone anymore.

And for the first time in your life, taking things slow didn’t feel like falling behind—it felt like exactly where you were meant to be.

[vampiricsoda]

Nanami x Shy Reader HCs

Suggestive. GN Reader. First relationship. Maybe awkward too

You and Nanami have a healthy relationship. He gives you his affection with no hesitation while you struggle to reciprocate it. You love him, but this is your first relationship, and you're not too sure how to get over this sheepish behavior! Thankfully, he knows your body language. He takes note of your body cues, observes your behavior, and carefully listens to the way you conversate. When he hugs you, you either freeze in place or don't register it quickly enough to return it.

"Darling, are you getting shy again?", he would ask.

You replied by swiftly shaking your head. Of course you're getting shy, he's just so handsome you can't bear to even look him in the eyes either! You melt into his arms and finally wrap your arms around Nanami, squeezing like there's no time left on Earth. When you both kiss, you tend to initiate it first. Well, you attempt to try and kiss him, actually. Eyes are closed shut, lips are puckered up, waiting for those warm lips to meet yours. You don't lean in or anything, you'd just wait. He'd smile and lean in first, whispering sweet nothings to tease you before he closes the gap. When you make out however, he likes to shove his tongue into the roof of your mouth, slowly move all over the walls, and eventually meet your tongue. He loves to make you tremble. And while he does that, you let out small noises. Your arms squeeze his shoulders while the heat of your body increases every second. Make out sessions and deep kisses like this will give him a whole energy boost. After those sessions, he's motivated to do anything. If you wish to take it further, he's willing to indulge into your desires. He'll never do anything to really embarrass you, but since he loves to tease you, he will steal a quick kiss in public. When nobody's looking, obviously. Your reactions will always make his heart flutter and he loves it when you're too flustered to do it back. As an apology, he'll kiss your knuckles and bring the palm of your hand onto his cheek, giving you that sly look on his face. In bed, you'd sometimes hide your face in his chest. He has a strong passion towards this antic, and he wants you to do it every single night before the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms.

You love every single thing about him, after all. And he loves every single thing about you.

[mercurycft]

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 & 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 — 𝐋𝐁

## lucy bronze x reader !!

Hi all! Enjoy this very very smutty imagine with jealous and top!lucy.. there's also a possibility a part 2 if people want it!? Love always.. RG x

contains: jealous!lucy , top!lucy bottom!reader, fingering, strap-on, mentions of leah williamson, teasing, dirty talk b

1,413 words.

CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE & CONTENT 18+

"Strip."

Oh dear this is bad, you thought. It had been months since you had last seen Lucy in this state. Her hair was loosely thrown over her shoulders and cascading down her back, still dressed in her outfit from the party - her white shirt now unbuttoned and exposing her bra as she stood before you.

She was fuming. Not only could you feel it rattling around the room, you could see it. A fire of rage sat heavy behind her deep eyes, jaw clenching periodically as she studied you - her chest heaving as she inhaled and exhaled. You stood like a dear caught in headlights before her, eyes wide and mouth hung slightly agape at the sight of her. You had made it through the door only having it closed for maybe 30 seconds when you heard her voice ring through the room, your shoes were barely off when you turned to follow her voice.

She had gotten home before you, leaving the after-party early and ready to call it a night. The night was still young when she had decided to leave so, you stayed. Draped across your teammates as you collectively laughed, danced and sang horribly through the DJ's playlist of old-school hits.

That was two hours ago now, and after stumbling through the door of your shared apartment as quietly as possible - you were caught.

She wasn't upset you had stayed out, it happened often between you both. She wasn't upset you were dancing on tables in a dress that fit like a glove - clinging to your curves and leaving little to the average imagination. You internally ran through the possible causes of her current situation but were stumped. Then you remembered, the way she had her eyes locked on you from her seat. Your back pressed against Leah's front, bodies swaying to the beat of the song that echoed through the place. Fuck you thought, remembering how she clenched her glass and jaw in unison at the sight of you grinding against your captain.

"Did I stutter? I said, strip." Her voice ripped you from your thoughts, eyes now meeting hers. Noticing how she admired you from across the room, eyes sweeping from your head to your toes - lingering on your chest for almost a second too long.

You remained still for a moment after she spoke, thighs pressed tightly together. Don't push her, you thought. Slowly and carefully lifting your hands to clasp the fabric of your dress, pulling it up and over your head without argument - now exposed to her.

"Bedroom." She whispered, but it wasn't weak, it was strong. A command. An order. You followed it willingly, moving towards your bedroom with her following behind slowly. She couldn't help but watch how your hips moved when you walked, eyes fixated on the way they swayed with each step.

Once you had made it, you stood next to the bed back towards her. Before you had the chance to turn around and speak she had closed the gap between you, her front was pressed against you, her hand up and twisted your hair - pulling you closer against her chest.

She seemed to tower over you, five inches feeling like a foot when the back of your head met with the hot skin of her chest. Her mouth was instantly on your neck, peppering rough and needy kisses below your ear and down the length of your shoulder. Her breath was warm, goosebumps following in her path.

Your eyes were closed tightly, licking your lips as you felt her tongue travel up towards your jaw and stop when her lips pressed against your ear. "Bend over."

You and Lucy had established a long time ago that she liked to be dominant in the bedroom, giving orders and overall giving but it was rare to see her like this. You would be lying if you said it didn't set your body on fire, hairs all standing on end and heart thumping behind its bony cage at the thought of her having her way with you.

You were bent in seconds, weight resting on your hands and head facing down between them - gathering your thoughts and shuddering a deep breath in anticipation. You were left like this for a minute or two. First, there was a shuffling behind you as she searched through the drawers beside her and then silence when she had found what she was looking for. Deep down you knew what it was and the burning in the pit of your stomach increased, sending shockwaves through your lower abdomen and down your legs at the mere thought. Lucy, however, was busy admiring you from behind - on full display for her, clearly enjoying you trying to squeeze your legs together for some form of release.

When she finally caved it was her fingers, tracing through your slick folds methodically. Collecting the wetness on her fingers and circling your sensitive clit. She always knew how to please you, using the perfect amount of pressure with the pads of her fingers. You craved her, whimpering at the feeling of her fingers on you - pushing your hips back to meet her hand, begging for more friction where you needed it most.

You could practically hear her smirk from behind you, moving her fingers to circle your entrance now. Hesitating for a moment before she pulled away completely.

"Lucy, fuck, please.." You pleaded, head lifting in a contest to her actions.

"Get on the bed, on your knees." and you did, scrambling on top of the covers and planting yourself on your knees and elbows, head down facing away from her. You could hear her shuffle again, the sound of her clothes hitting the bedroom floor and her feet navigating their way into something new making your stomach somersault.

She made you wait longer, adjusting herself on the bed behind you. Amused at the way you whined for her, tossing your weight between your knees and squirming for her. Then, you felt it. The tip of her strap caressing you gently. She was gentle, but firm with her actions. Sliding the head between your folds, coating the silicone in your slick before sitting at your entrance once more.

"What's your safeword, baby.." She whispered, breaking character momentarily. It made your heart swell in your chest, perking up to reply.

"Red."

"Good girl.." She praised lowly, pressing into you. Stretching perfectly until it sat snug between your walls. She waited a minute until she was confident you were ready, bracing her hands on your hips as she began to move.

Her thrusts were calculated. Slow and hard. You whimpered into the sheets, eyes rolling into the back of your head as she filled you perfectly. Pulling out slowly just to force herself back into you, pulling your hips back to meet her halfway. Her pace increased with your volume, moaning out as the harsh slaps resonated through the room.

You could hear her breathing, it was erratic. Low curses under her breath matched her thrusts, watching as she stretched you around her.

"You take me so well, don't you baby?" She queried, voice hoarse.

You nodded below her, scared if you tried to speak you would scream out. Though the sheets did a poor job at muffling your moans when you felt her let out a breathy laugh from behind you. Your sultry noises ignited a wildfire in her veins, her hand moving to grip your hair roughly.

"God don't stop, Luce.." You begged, mouth left agape when she grumbled.

"Could she fuck you like this?" It caught you off guard, and you shivered beneath her. "Could she? Would you let her fuck you like this? Stretching you out? hm?" You knew it was rhetorical, but shook your head furiously. Unable to speak. As if she had snipped your vocal chords and stolen them straight out of your throat.

"That's what you want huh? Do you want her to fuck you? Maybe I'll send her a message... I know you love being used." You blushed at the thought, a deep pink cascading over your face and chest. You had never thought about it before, but the images she was feeding you were filthy and they contorted your stomach as her other hand snaked down to toy with your clit. "You want us both? Want us to take turns hm?"

That was all it took for you, overwhelmed by her thrusts and the images now prominent in your mind, your first orgasm ripped through you harshly. Clenching around her strap-on and crying through the room. she didn't stop though, instead pushing your head down further into the sheets and continuing.

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This continued until you were spacey, head filled with the images she was compiling. The filthiest thoughts you can imagine, now after 3 orgasms you lay with her head between your legs. Her tongue grazed your swollen clit, lapping your juices up as you squirmed.

When she pulled away, her lips were red and her chin glistened with you. Smirking as she raised to kiss you passionately, passing your taste on.

She stroked your hair gently as she readjusted you and moved you to lay on the pillows, praising you for taking it so well when your eyes met hers and her shit-eating grin. She made sure you were comfy, kissing you softly in direct contrast to her previous actions.

She went to leave the room, off to grab water for you both and a towel. Though she only made it two steps out the door, poking her head back inside and you couldn't help but laugh when she uttered a low. "Maybe I'll give Leah a text.." fuck.

[mushshz]

I love him

[girlwuke]

first wlw heartbreak core:

[cherrb333]

Wazzah!!! Been a minute huh? Life's been crazy, college is not for the faint of heart, but eh lol anyways, I managed to write this, so here yall go^^

Bad at love(but you cant blame me for trying)

Donnie struggles to come to terms with the fact that finnley likes him back, and, classic Donnie overthink, instead of coming to terms with his own feelings, he pushes her away instead. Chaos ensues, the brothers get fed up, and finnley and Donnie are forced to a seminar with Dr. Feelings. What happens when they are forced to air out their issues? What trauma will be brought to the surface in this episode? Well you have come to the right place! Read to find out;)

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“I love you too, dove”

Finnley couldn't stop thinking about those words. Ever since the day she had been sick. It was like the phrase was burned into the back of her eyelids. always there, and always ready to torment her late into the hours of the night. It's not like she was upset by the phrase, but…. But every time she imagined Donnie saying it, she couldn't help but feel warm and cold at the same time. Don't get her wrong, she was ecstatic, Elated even! She couldn't help herself. after years of yearning for Donnie, knowing(or at least she thought she knew) he would never feel the same way, seeing this gave her so much hope. hope that things will be… different this time. Nothing like her past crushes. Donnie had shown her how to have hope, and then slammed the door in her face so quick it made her head spin.

The first night she had been back in the lair since she was sick had been the weekly movie marathon where they all binged Jupiter Jim and classic lou jitsu movies the boys had stored in boxes, with cheap wine(a new addition provided by Raph's girlfriend, Rosa), all kinds of snacks, and some of Mikey’s famous fajitas. She had been so excited, she had dressed up more than usual, put on make up(help from april) and did her hair. Except, She wasn't just going for the movies this time. She was going to talk to Donnie. Except, it seemed Donnie had other plans… turns out he had caught whatever finnley had, and was holed up in his lab. Which finnley hadn't thought much of.

But Then, after that fateful day, it seemed like every time she would come over, Donnie would suddenly catch a cold or, ‘Donnie can't make it, he's holed up in his lab again’ oh! Or her favorite one, he is out with his ‘friends’. This kept going on and on, and finnley was getting fed up. So fed up that the anger started building and building untll it boiled over! She soon realized that no Donnie wasn't sick and no Donnie didn't just skip movie night for a late night of research. He was plain, outright avoiding her. Sure the research excuse was believable, but Donnie? The man who prided himself on being a lone wolf, out with friends? How stupid did he think she was? No. She would talk to him, even if she had to force it.

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Finnley had just finished a shift at the pizza joint she had been working at while she finished out her degree in engineering at NYU. It was a place the boys Frequented when Hueso's wasn't open, she had scored the job through Donnie, who had helped her get everything in order. It was a mediocre job, filled with packaging pizza and dealing with subpar customers. she had been real tired after a long shift of dealing with stuck up Karen's, and entitled snobs who didnt know how to take ‘no substitutes' as an answer, but she had promised the boys a nice, hot pizza fresh out of the oven. So, here she was, waiting just outside the doors of the warm pizzeria, holding a stack of pizzas in her gloved hands, and burying her nose into her scarf that raph had gifted her one year for christmas. It was a pretty cold night, winter was in full swing, and snow covered the ground, coating everything in a white blanket. She clutched onto the nice, warm boxes of pizza as she made her way into the alley just beside the pizzeria, looking back and forth up and down the alley, before she placed the boxes down and bent down beside the manhole, slipping her gloved fingers in the holes and shivering as her fabric covered hands met the cold metal. She pulled it loose, huffing at the strain. You would think after 6 years of knowing the turtles, she would be used to this by now, but nope! Finally, once she had successfully pulled the mancover off, she carefully crawled down the old ladder, being careful not to step on any unstable beam, maneuvering so the pizzas were safely guarded as she made her descent downwards.

The sewers were always dark, a distant dripping of a pipe the only sound aside from her breathing and the scurrying of rats breaking the silence. It was a lot colder down here. The sewers were almost peaceful in a way. A perfect distance from the hustle and bustle of the city above, a concrete shift of energy in a way to that of new York. She had lived here her whole life, and funnily enough only found comfort in the walls of this dark, smelly labyrinth. Honestly, you got used to the smell after a while. She was just happy the turtles house had filters that aired out the smell and replaced it with normal clean air, courtesy of a certain turtle in purple who caused her heart aches. She buried her nose in her scarf again, wishing to hide away under its warmth. She hated this feeling. She hated that Donnie lead her on, and she would tell him as such when she stormed into his lab.

She took a deep, cold breath in as she rounded the corner to the entrance of the lair. She could already hear the laughter and warmth that wafted out of the boarded off entrance covered by a waterfall. She felt a lingering smile form on her face as she pressed on, walking into the lair to be greeted by Sheldon, the assistant robot and Donnie's greatest invention. Almost his son in a way if you looked at it.

“Hey finn, how's it hangin', bro” She chuckled at his skater voice, shifting the pizzas to one hand and rubbing sheldons head affectionately.

“Oooo is that pizza? What kind did ya get?” Nosy as ever, Sheldons eyes lit up as he caught sight of the familiar boxes. Finnley couldn't help the chuckle as she trailed her way into the kitchen, a robotic drone boy follow8ng her like a lost puppy as she placed the boxes down on the counter, shaking her head.

“Don't worry, Donnie can rest assured, there are no pineapple abominations in this batch.” She rolls her eyes sarcastically, turning to look at the drone who watched her with a buzz from his motor “would you be a dear and get the boys? Tell them finnley brings supper!” She hums, grabbing herself a plate and slipping herself a couple slices before the boys come in and ravage it all. She just takes a bite when 2 of the brothers emerge into the kitchen. Raph, and Leo, respectively. A small figure trails behind raph, and finnley greets Rosa, who smiles back and pulls up a chair beside her.

“Hey girl, how are you? I heard things with you and Don aren't too hot right now, huh?” Rosa bites down on her slice of pizza, smiling as Raph hands her a drink of her favorite soda and sits down beside her, placing a hand on her lap. They really were cute, and that was saying something considering how they started out. After the whole her dad being a mutant hater thing, and her being a spy for him, they eventually got over that bump and the two had fallen in love, it was a really sweet story, but all for another time. Finnley groaned, deflating against the counter, and looking in the direction of Donnie's lab longingly.

“It's like…ever since I dropped the ‘L’ bomb, he's been avoiding me…which is cool, I'm totally fine” she laughed awkwardly, pushing down the urge to cry in front of the others who all looked at her with those eyes. The eyes that screamed, they felt sympathy, sympathy that finnley just couldn't stand.

“Girl, you are clearly not fine. Donnie is being a total dick, and you don't have to be ok with that.” Rosa scoffs, taking a generous gulp from her cup and slamming it onto the table.

“I have to agree with Rosa on this one, finn. My brother means well, but he is so stubborn. You have to talk to him, or else nothing will get better” raph butted in, placing a hand on Rosa's to calm her down, nudging his head in the direction of his brothers lab. “Now, go. I know pizza isn't the only reason you came down.” Finnley bit her lip, about to open her mouth in protest, but Mikey beat her to it, placing his finger on her lips to quieten her.

“Nope! You are going to talk it out! Dr. Feelings says so!” he all but shoves finnley out the door of the kitchen and down the hall. “Now go, we all are tired of seeing you two moping around!” Mikey gave no room to argue, making Finney sigh in defeat, smiling at their undeniable love, and almost scary determination to see the two talk it out. So, with that, Mikey shoved a plate of pizza in her hand and left her to her own devices. Finnley gulped down the nerves as she walked down the hallway, the quiet ambiance a complete 180 from the rambunctious room she had previously been in.

The further she walked into the hall, the more quiet it got. She felt the dread grow yhe closer she got to Donnie's door, the closer she got. It grew in her stomach, settling like a boulder had dropped onto her. She gulped down her nerves as she reared the door of the lab, taking in a breath as they swoosh open, announcing her presence to whoever lay inside the dark tomb. To say it was dark was an understatement, finnley could barely see two feet in front of her, having to squint in the limited purple lighting that was given off by the fairy lights Donnie had strone along the walls. She clutched the plate in her hand, coming to a stop in front of a very empty desk, the lights of the monitor shining, making her squint from the brightness. How weird, it seemed like the area had been cleared in a hurry. She huffed, placing the plate down on the desk and turning to glance around the spacious lab in hopes she would be able to spot some semblance of the turtle she had come to see.

“Hey don, I brought you pizza, just the way you like it, no pineapple in sight!” She called into the lab, leaning her back on the desk where papers were strone disorganized and messy in chaos of blueprints and reference sheets. A few minutes later, she sighed, crossing her legs and scoffing as she pushed off the desk, only to sit down in Donnie's spinny chair. If he wasn't going to say anything, she would force him to interact with her.

“Oh look, this perfectly clean blueprint, it would be a shame if I were to….drown it in grease!” Finnley slowly grabbed a slice of the pizza, slowly going to place it down on the blueprint only for her hand to be stopped by a very annoyed looking turtle who also looked very tired and very not good. Finnley flinched at Donnie's sudden appearance, her eyes widening at the disheveled appearance of the usually so collected donatello.

“Just because I give you express permissions to use my lab does not mean you get to tarnish my hard work.” Donnie's voice had a clip to it that made finnleys heart beat just a little quicker. She didn't know the turtle could get more attractive. She gulped, pulling herself together and ripping her hand from his. This wasn't the time for swooning. She huffed, and Finnley scoffed, crossing her arms as Donnie pulled her off the chair.

“Yeah, well, maybe it wouldn't tarnish your work if you would have actually talked to me." She snapped, placing her hands on her hips and glaring at the turtle in front of her. "Donnie, it's been months. I…I know you aren't too good with expressing your feelings, and…if what I said made you uncomfortable, you can forget i said anything! I…Donnie, I cant handle you not being in my life, your important to me and…” she was cut off by Donnie's finger, which shut her up instantly as she got lost in the sea of his auburn eyes. It was like a fire split through her body, silencing all her thoughts with one glance.

“Uncomfortable? Scoff! Do you even know me? For crying out loud finnley, you could never make me uncomfortable, do you understand me?” Donnie stressed, eyes swimming with more emotions than finnley had ever seen before, she pushed it down, instead feeling the stabbing longing that left her defenseless to his…allure.. she felt the tears brimming in her eyes as she pushed away from Donnie, ignoring the hurt expression that pushed through Donnie's usual calm.

“Really? Then why have you been avoiding me? Running away like a dog with his tail between his legs every time I was in the same room? Ignoring me, deflecting the conversation? Don't think I didn't notice, I'm a lot smarter then most people give me credit for-”

“I was scared!” She's cut off again by Donnie shouting his confession, which took her off guard for a moment. Her entire body froze as the silence grew between the two, so loud you could hear a pin drop. “I was scared, okay? I know, me, the great Donatello, Master inventor, Mad genius and head of Genius built Tech, and the greatest brother of the mad dogz, scared” he rambled brushing his non-existent hair aside in that same egotistical way that Donnie always did, before deflating and curling away. “But believe it or not, I…I have feelings, strong feelings for you…so strong that…it scares me…after you confessed I…I didn't know what to do with myself, how to..” he trailed off, groaning as he rubbed his fingers into the bridge of his forehead, which was noticeably barren of his usual mask, which made Finnley do a double take, she had never seen Donnie this vulnerable. Hell, she hadn't seen any of the turtles without their masks ever since she first met them. This. This was intimate. She felt grateful Donnie was willing to…be this intimate with her. Her initial anger ceased to exist, extinguishing as the tears of anger turned into tears of…an emotion she couldn't quite place. Joy? Frustration?

“Look…im not…good at this…emotion thing…I'm still quite new to all of this, so I'm sorry if im-” finnley cut him off this time by pulling him into a kiss, wrapping her arms around his shoulder. His lips were…unlike anything she had ever known, not that she was too experienced at this either. Before the brothers and april had come into her life, some again, some for the first time, she hadn't really dated, let alone had many real friends. All her friends for high school, excluding april, had ditched her the moment she became friends with april again, and boys were complicated. She had crushes in the past, sure(some of them the opposite gender, some the same), but that's all they really were. Crushes. She had never ever enacted on any of them, too scared of rejection. The same reason she had never told Donnie she liked him, well, until now, of course.

But, the feelings she had for Donnie were more than a crush. She loved him. She loved him like she loved to breathe. He was her sun, her light in the darkness. Of course, she could go on and on about how much she loved him, but the taste of his lips pushed down that thought for another day, making her head dizzy from the intoxicating press of his lips on hers. For a minute, he seemed to hesitate before melting into her like pudding, wrapping his hands around her and placing them just shy of her hips. It felt like an eternity as time seemed to stop for a moment between the two, before Donnie shot away, eyes shooting open as he took in a shaky breath. Finnley snapped her eyes open, face flushing as the taste of his lips seemed to linger on hers, making her stutter through her next words.

“I-i-I'm sorry I didnt-i wasnt- ohhh, stupid stupid stupid-” she cursed herself, slapping her forehead as she took a few healthy steps back, biting her lip as her eyes grew watery. Donnie's eyes widened along with hers, in a frozen state with his mouth hanging open and cheeks flushed a deep red. He seemed to sober up quickly though when he saw the tears in finnley’s eyes.

“Woah, woah, wait!” He grabbed her hands, holding them tightly in his calloused palms, eye brows furrowing as a small frown dripped down his lips “hey! You are not stupid, you…you…dum dum!” He shushed her, screaming the most contradicting statement she had ever heard, making her break out in quiet laughter. That made a small smirk fall on his face, knowing he could make her laugh like that made him happy. “Dont apologize, okay? Not for something that I…I really liked” he whispered, catching her off guard as she laughed, sniffling and wiping at the tears.

“Are you going soft on me?” She teased, snickering as he gasps dramatically, pulling his hands from hers as she lets out a loud laugh at his antics.

“I try being emotional with you and you dare mock me?” He tuts, tickling her aggressively in spite. She squirms, giggling as she shakes her head.

“Hah-ha hah! I'm sorry, sorry it’s just i couldn't help it, the look on your face" she cracked into uncontrollable laughter again. “Okay, okay! Stoppp~ I give, i give! I'll be serious now!” She takes in a deep breath, losing hers from how much she was laughing, smiling from ear to ear. Donnie rolls his eyes, shaking his head and pulling her into another kiss, this one deeper then the last as he picks her up, making her yelp at both the kiss and the sudden change in gravity, as he places her on the desk, making her gasp into the kiss. He really liked kissing, it seemed. She couldn't help the smile that stretched across her lips as he pulled her deeper and deeper into him. For a second, she pulled away to catch her breath, smiling as he stared back into her eyes.

“So, I take it this means we are dating now?” She asks, giggling when Donnie presses another quick kiss against her lips before answering.

“I think so”

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Mikey smirked as the two entered the kitchen, both disheveled and Donnie covered in Finnley's lip gloss.

“Soooo~, I take it you two…’made up’?” Mikey asked, an all-knowing look in his eyes as he prepped the popcorn.

“More like ‘made out’” Leo butts in, snickering into his hand as Donnie irks, hand clenching around Finnley's before he turns slowly to the smaller woman beside him with a smile.

“Excuse me, dearest, I have a…pest to get rid of” he trails off, making Finnley chuckle as he chases after his twin, shouting obscene things at him. She couldn't help the laugh that slipped from her lips as she watched her now boyfriend chase after Leo like a dog on the kill. Mikey joined in on that laughter as Raph sighed, standing up to go stop Donnie before he would kill someone. She felt the smile come back.

yeah, boyfriend had a nice ring to it…

[glowettee]

⌗glowettee hotline ⁺₊ hotline #05 ❀ beyond the surface

made by @glowettee | mindy

hey lovelies!! ✧ welcome to another glowettee hotline ✧

oh my goodness, i completely understand these conflicting feelings you're experiencing!! the push and pull between wanting a relationship while also feeling hesitant about the intentions of potential partners is something so many of us go through (yes, me too!).

first things first, i want to validate that both sides of your feelings are completely normal and valid. wanting connection is a natural human desire, but being protective of your heart and wanting to be valued for who you are beyond your appearance? that's not just valid - it's essential self-respect.

let's break this down a bit:

feeling bad about not having a partner this is such a common feeling, especially when it might seem like everyone around you is coupling up! society puts so much emphasis on romantic relationships as milestones of success or happiness. but here's the thing you need to know; relationships aren't achievements to unlock; they're experiences to share when the right connection comes along.

wanting to be valued for who you are this is where your intuition is absolutely spot on!! you deserve someone who appreciates the fullness of who you are - your thoughts, dreams, values, quirks, and yes, your appearance too (but not just that!). being wary of people who only seem interested in your looks isn't being paranoid - it's having healthy boundaries.

so what can you do with these conflicting feelings? here are some thoughts:

✧ invest in yourself first use this time to really get to know yourself - what you love, what makes you feel fulfilled, what your non-negotiables are in relationships. the more grounded you are in yourself, the easier it becomes to recognize when someone appreciates the real you.

✧ notice the quality of attention there's a difference between someone who compliments your appearance and moves on versus someone who asks questions about your thoughts, remembers details about your interests, and makes an effort to understand your world. learn to recognize this difference!

✧ practice being authentic sometimes we unconsciously hide parts of ourselves when we're hoping someone will like us. try being fullyyy yourself from the beginning - it naturally filters out people who are only interested in surface-level connections.

✧ expand your social circles sometimes finding meaningful connections happens when we're not actively looking! join groups or activities based on your interests, where you'll meet people who already share something meaningful with you.

✧ trust your instincts if someone makes you feel like they're only interested in your appearance, listen to that feeling. you don't need concrete "proof" to trust your gut.

✧ remember that timing matters some of the most beautiful relationships happen when we weren't expecting them, when both people have grown into themselves enough to truly see and appreciate another person.

it's also worth noting that being selective doesn't mean being closed off! you can be open to connections while still maintaining your standards about how you deserve to be treated and appreciated.

the reality is that yes, some people might initially notice you for your appearance - that's often how initial attraction works! but the right person will stay for all the other amazing parts of you that make you uniquely you.

you're not going crazy at all - you're navigating one of life's most complex territories with thoughtfulness and self-awareness, which honestly puts you ahead of so many people! there's no rush to figure this all out immediately. meaningful connections often take time to develop, and it's okay to take your time finding someone who appreciates the full spectrum of who you are.

sending you clarity and confidence!! you're doing just fine, i promise.

xoxo, mindy 🤍

✧ the line’s still open, if you need to talk

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