Okay, so I couldn’t decide which one so I’m giving you two and you can choose whichever one inspires you most. (And no worries if neither one does)
Rise!Donnie-An accidental kiss
Bay!Raph-Kissing as a distraction
Thanks babe!! 😘
You are one of my favorite people, yes of course <3
This is also my first time writing for Rise!Donnie, and it was really fun!
Speaking of Donnie and Reader are ADULTS (like early to mid 20's) please don't throw hissed fits, no ones a minor here
Anywho
Rise!Donnie x Gn!reader
Look Up
Warnings: Donnie being a dumb dumb, friends to lovers, little turtle smootch, feelings, confessing, spelling mistakes,
Donnie rarely asked for help.
Especially when it came to his inventions. They were "his children" as he so eloquently put it.
Which is why it was such a surprise when he asked you to help him in his lab.
Thankfully, it had nothing to do with math or the stupidly long equation written on his chalkboard, but the underground vent system in the lab.
When you arrived at his lab, two large floor panels had been taken out and leaned against the adjacent wall. Leaving a large square in the floor where Donnie was currently working.
You could hear the drill as you got closer. Donnie's purple head, just peaking out over the metal rim.
"Hey, Don!" You yelled over the noise. The drill stopped as he glanced up, goggles down, a large grin appearing when he saw it was you.
"Y/n, perfect timing, I'm just about ready for the ventilation system," He lifted the goggles just above his eyes, wiping dirt and dust off his face.
"Geez, how'd that thing get so dirty?" You crouch down, leaning over the hole and seeing large pipes that he was currently balanced on.
"Raph and Leo took SHELLDON to extreme Frisbee, and he tracked in about 30 pounds of just dirt and sand," He groaned. He hated his workspace dirty, but sand, dirt, and dust were the worst.
"Ugh, it's everywhere," You fanned the air as another cloud puffed out from the vent under Donnie's leg. "I see why you need to clean it,"
Donnie reached up, setting the drill next to your leg and pulling his mask up, spitting and wiping at his face. "Ugh, it's in my mouth,"
You tried to hide the smile that crawled on your face, he was so handsome and didn't even know it.
"Right, so what do you need my help with?" You put your hands on your hips, glancing around.
"Drag that toolbox over toward you and hand me tools as I need them," Pulling down his mask and goggles, Donnie hunkered down, and pulled open a small control panel.
You got the toolbox and waited for him. It was a slow process, the engineering was very specific incase a toxin or chemical got released.
The system was supposed to suck out any bad chemicals and move them through the sewers to an abandoned factory where it could be dissolved and dispersed without harming anyone.
But the system wouldn't work with dirt and cobwebs stuck in the gears.
Donnie would call out the tool he needed and hold out his hand, not even looking up. Your fingers brushed against his as you placed it in his palm.
This gave you a chance to admire him, he had strong shoulders and muscular arms that looked delicious as he tried to take out a rusting bolt.
Feelings your knees start to ache, you turned to lay on your stomach, resting on your elbows and looking down at him.
You both chatted calmly, this is how it always was. You could talk about everything with each other, even if you knew he didn't care about the traffic on your way to work or how you had no idea what half the words he said were.
You both just clicked. And recently you'd gone and messed it up by falling in love with him.
It's impossible not to. He was funny and charming, and looked fantastic in leather pants.
But he'd never responded to your flirting, never made any moves, despite the obvious openings you gave him.
"Could you pass me the..." He started, setting down the wrench and clicking his tounge. "...screwdriver, please?" He seemed unsure, humming to himself as he inspected the rusted metal in front of him.
"Which one?" You look over at the toolbox, seeing several different shapes and sizes.
"Green handle,"
"There are five with green handles," You rested your chin on your hands, and he still hadn't looked up at you, keeping his head ducked down.
"Long and skinny," He pulled off a small metal plate, unplugging two blue wires.
"Slot or Phillipshead?"
He groaned, his patience getting thin. "It's the-" He rose up very fast, not expecting you to be hanging over the edge of the hole.
In a move that only fate could pull, Donnie lips met yours. Being on your stomach prevented you from quickly moving away, but did you really want to?
Donnie stared wide-eyed at you before jerking away, taking a clumsy step back, needing to grab the edge of the square for support.
"Y/n....I am...." He turned bright red, shaking his head and not meeting your eyes. "I am so sorry, I didn't know that you were right there," He put his finger to his lips, as if your touch was still lingering.
"It's alright," You gave a little laugh, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach and the deep blush on your face. "No harm done,"
Donnie sighed deeply, throwing his goggles off his head, skidding across the floor. "Oh, I can't do this," He rubbed his palms up his face, covering eyes, looking up at the ceiling.
"Can't do what?" You hated how worried you sounded.
"I can't keep acting like this, I thought it was simple infatuation. You're beautiful, no denying that, but I figured everyone else felt the same, but no. The nerves, the fidgeting, and countless dreams I have of you all lead to one thing." He rambled, laughing as if he finally solved an advanced equation thats been stuck in his head.
"What're you saying, Donnie?" Your heart had stopped, you were sure of it. Your lungs felt tight, your eyes wide as you watched the turtle before you.
"I've fallen in love with you," He chuckled, shaking his head as if he never thought that was a possibility.
"You say it like it's a bad thing," His eyes lifted to meet yours.
"On all accounts it is," Donnie shrugged, looking away. "There's about a 30% chance you like me back, another 26.3% chance you'll be alright with a non-normal relationship like this, and if you don't return my feelings then by all accounts our friendship is ruined,"
"You think there's only a 30% chance that I like you?"
He looked up again. "Well, yes, given the data I've taken and your responses to my flirting-"
"Flirting?!" You laugh, rubbing your temples. "What flirting, Donnie? I've been in love with you for months and have given you several opportunities to see that I like you and you didn't notice!"
"What? No, you haven't!" He argued, crossing his arms.
"Why do you think I always ask you to walk me home after movie night?" You sigh.
"Beacuse you're afraid of getting mugged?"
"And the reason why I sit on the windowsill and talk to you for another 30 minutes even though it's freezing?"
You see the gears turning in his head, his brain processing every moment the two of you have ever shared.
You see the moment it clicks, the light bulb flashing overhead. He sighs, dropping his head into his hands.
You chuckled softly. "~told you so~"
"So...." Donnie cleared his throat, face turning red again. "What do we do now?"
"Well, the way I see it, you can either ask me out or kiss me again," you smile, seeing him gulp.
"Can't I do both?"
"I don't see why not,"
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