Donatello's Love (Donnie X Reader One Shots)

He Patches You Up

You slowly open your eyes, a pang of sting striking your stomach instantly. You groan, placing your hands over your face and squinting your eyes shut tighter. You temporarily completely disregard the previous events, before you feel a cold metal on your back. You realize you're lying down on a metal table. You furrow your eyebrows, memories suddenly flooding into your brain. You gasp, quickly sitting up, then crying out in pain from your own action. Your hand flies to your stomach, gripping your shirt and lifting it above your stomach. You inspect the four stitches on the right of your belly button, gently running a finger over it. Your attention is brought to masked 'turtle' sitting a few feet from the table you lay on.

"You're awake." He says cautiously, eyeing you with concern as you lower your shirt in embarrassment of not even noticing he was there. You stare at one another in uncomfortable silence.

"Wh-Where am I?" You manage to sputter out, despite your complete and utter shock of the situation itself.

"Well, you're in my lab. More specifically, our lair. In the sewers." He stands from his seat, walking over to you and reaching toward the bottom of your shirt. You jerk back slightly, and he gives you a brief stare. You press your lips together, before allowing him to proceed to lift your shirt over your stitches to inspect the wound.

As he did so, your gaze wandered the room. It did look like a lab. Several inventions of unknown origin filling the room, computers and desks with tools and papers scattered across them. On a separate table in the corner of the room there were many different colored liquids with labels in beakers, neatly sorted and stacked. It was the only part of the room that wasn't a complete mess, in fact. You draw your eyes back to him, noticing him staring at you for a brief moment. His head snaps back to your stitches, a tint of blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"Seem's good. I stitched you up well, so I don't think there will be an infection." He stands upright, offering you a three-fingered callouse hand. You eye it with suspicion, swallowing the urge to just grasp onto it to study its unique shape and size. You take his hand, allowing him to help you off the table. You look up at him, as he was significantly taller than you.

"So, let me get this straight." You furrow your eyebrows at him, causing him to raise an eye ridge. "You, and three other guys, are some sort of masked, mutated, amphibian team who also just so happen to have incredible fighting skills?" You state, pursing your lips to avoid scoffing in disbelief at your own statement.

"Ninjitsu, to be specific. And, uh, yes. I understand your shock. It's not everyday you meet teenage turtles, but you just have to try to comprehend it, I guess. Don't think of us as some sort of weird monsters," He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "Think of us as the four brothers who saved your life from thugs on the street." He gawks down at you with a tint of hope in his facial features. You ponder his statement, practically hearing his heart lift the instant you offer a small smile.

"I'm (Y/N)." You extend a hand outward, and he takes it with a firm, yet gentle grip. He softly shakes it.

"Donnie." 

"Donnie..." You repeat, slowly lowering your hand to your side, "That's a cool name." Your smile stretches, baring your aligned teeth.

"So is (Y/N)." He smiles back, the gap in his teeth peering through. One thought darted through your mind for a split second when he grinned down to you.

Cute.

"So," You start again, heaving a small sigh in exasperation. "I should probably go home, now." You bite your lip disappointingly, your gaze dropping from his face to the floor. Donnie frowned, nodding hesitantly.

"I'll show you the way out." He steps aside, allowing you to brush past him toward the lab door. After a few mere steps, you're stopped by Donnie's unsure grip on your shoulder. You look back, mildly shocked by his action.

"Would you, uh," He drops his hand, realizing it was lingering on your shoulder. You turn your body to fully face him as he searches for the appropriate sentence. "Would you, like to meet my brothers? You know... Officially." He smiles softly, causing a small smirk to play upon your lips as well.

You consider how many hours you'd probably been away from home, and all the trouble you'd be in. But then, you considered how much you simply don't care.

"I would love to, Donatello." You nod. 

An ear-to-ear smile stretches across his face.

"Awesome! I mean, uh," He clears his throat, nodding calmly. "Cool. That's cool." You giggle. He walks past you to lead the way.

"Oh, Donnie?" You blurt out, causing him to look over his shoulder at you. 

"Yeah?"

"...Thanks. You know, for saving me, and stuff."

He smiles, nodding thoughtfully. No further words exchanged, he leads you to meet his brothers.