Smoldering Love (donatello x reader)

Ch.16/ A/N

A/N: Okay, I know that the turtles celebrate their Mutation Day instead of birthdays, but for the purpose of this story I wanted to celebrate Donatello's birthday separately. Their Mutation Day will still exist, but so will separate birthdays, I mean if Leo's the oldest and Mikey's the youngest, but they were mutated at the same time soo...

My visits became a regular occurrence as the weeks went by, and it'd be strange if I didn't go a day. Donatello's stares and questions also became a regular occurrence that I didn't know how to deal with. I was uncomfortable, yet I didn't wish for him to stop.

Though Donnie could be a bit overwhelming, he had gained my trust and I saw him as my closest friend.

I was glad Donatello wasn't fed up with me like most others become. Once I'm comfortable enough with someone I complain about everything and become just as tad bit sarcastic. Most people get annoyed and I have to revert back to being polite and quiet, but Donatello was never annoyed. He only looked intrigued and amused. I enjoyed spending time with him.

That being the case, I was definitely not comfortable with Donatello's new habit of randomly touching me. Maybe it's just me imagining it...but he always seems to hesitate before doing it, so I know he's conscious of it...I can't just tell him to stop, that'd be mean. He'd take it the wrong way and see it as if I'm disgusted with him and not just uncomfortable with touching in general.

"Hey Y/n!" greeted Mikey as I entered the Lair. He was by himself in the living room watching t.v.

"Hi Mikey, where's-"

"Donnie's in his lab. Speaking of Donnie, did you know it's his birthday next week?"

'Donnie's birthday...'

"Um, no, I didn't."

"What are you going to get him?"

"I don't know, what do you suggest I get him?"

"No, you have it easy, anything you give him he'd be happy with! I'm the one who has to put effort in it!"

"Are you guys going to throw him a party?"

"Yeah, and you're totally invited!"

"Invited to what?" asked Donatello exiting his lab. "Hi Y/n! When'd you get here?"

"Not long ago," I responded as he sat next to me. Our legs are touching...

"We were talking about your birthday party!" Mikey said.

"Oh," he said surprised.

As I turned over to look at Donatello I shifted a bit so we weren't in contact anymore. "What do you want for your birthday?"

Donnie's P.O.V.

You. A kiss. Your love.

"What? Oh...anything's fine...as long as it's from you," I answered, probably bright red. She raised her eyebrows, but otherwise there was no reaction. I hope she doesn't take it the wrong way.

"Um, Donnie, being a bit more specific is actually more helpful," she said.

"Okay, I'll think of something before the day's over then."

"Well, Raph's long overdue for a water balloon, see you guys!" said Mikey as he jumped over the couch and left.

"To the lab?" I asked Y/n who nodded and rose to join me.

Are a while of being in the lab, I decided to ask for a couple of books I've wanted for a while. I told her and she promised to go to the bookstore this weekend. It's not something she thought of herself but it'll still be from her.

After finishing a experiment and explaining why certain things happened, I answered her never-ending questions that always put a smile on my face. This means she's paying attention and interested. We then cleaned everything for the day and joined the others in the living room.

"So what should I bring to the party?" Y/n asked everyone.

"Cake! I'll take care of the pizza!" said Mikey.

"Okay, what kind of cake do you want Donnie?" Y/n asked me. I was about to say vanilla, but was interrupted by Raph.

"I'm sure Donnie would love a homemade cake, wouldn'tcha Donnie?"

"I'd appreciate one," I admitted, hoping for a yes.

She looked hesitant, "I'll...try, but if it doesn't turn out well, I'll just buy a store bought cake instead. What flavor do you want Donnie?"

She said yes? Oh my God! I can't wait to try Y/n's cake, made by her, for me!

"Donnie?" she asked.

"Oh, umm, vanilla cake and chocolate frosting?"

"Sure thing, well I have to get going. Goodnight," she said as she left.

She's gone. I always felt empty the moment she leaves, but the thought of her baking especially for me alleviated some of the hollowness inside me.