TMNT x Reader Imagines // The Dark Turtles x Reader.

Music. Dark Donatello x Reader.

You loved music.

In a fast, futuristic world, music was a way to slow down, stop worrying, and get lost in something wonderful.

So sometimes you spent too long putting together playlists.

Sometimes you blasted music.

And sometimes you danced around your room like an idiot. Tonight was one of those times.

Alone at home, you were blasting Veiw by SHINee and dancing your heart out. Dressed in only a black and white tee shirt and black socks, you were jumping up and down on the bed and spinning around wildly, completely lost in the beat.

So lost, in fact, that you didn't notice your window slowly sliding open...

Donatello didn't care much for music. Maybe it was his brother's habit to sing along with any and every song (Loudly. And off-key. And often without knowing the right words) or maybe it was how much he enjoyed the quiet (which he honestly didn't get a lot)...But he just didn't care for it.

He knew that his girlfriend did though.

He knew that you loved you loved music and that you often danced to it. Donatello didn't see the point in that either but now that he was actually seeing it...It was quite cute.

You were making an absolute fool of yourself but looked absolutly adorable doing it. Carefully, the clone snuke up behind you, his tail swaying in anticipation. You weren't aware of his presence until his hands wrapped around your waist and he had pulled you into a hug.

Surprised, your stopped dancing and found yourself held prisoner by a giant, purple, overly-sarcastic turtle. Your favorite giant, purple, overly-sarcastic turtle.

"Don!"

You looked up at him as he smirked at you, your cheeks bright red in embarrassment aand a nervous grin on your face.

"Having fun, darling?" He asked smugly.

"When did you-"

"Long enough. I thought you might like to help me with something."

As Donatello reached into his bag, you turned down your music. He played around with his latest invention, explaining the odds and ends of it all to you as he pulled out his tools.

"You don't have to do that, you know. You don't have to turn down your music." He suddenly said.

"You're always yelling at your bothers when they play music." You pointed out.

"They're not cute. And they don't dance." Donatello argued.

"Are you telling me that I can only play my music if I dance for you?"

Donatello pretended to think, twirling his screw driver in his hand.

"I believe that I am."

With a smile, you turned the music back on. Donatello laughed as you twirled around. He watched you dance and dance and finally, you gracefully took a seat on his lap. You kissed his cheek and picked up one of his tools.

"Here you are, Mr. Donatello."

"Thank you, Miss Y/N."

Donatello still wasn't very interested in music...But like all things in life, you some how made them better.