/Second Chances/ ROTTMNT!Donnie x reader

Late Night Fun

Y/n's POV

Walking into the lair, me and Casey were just talking about how the day went, and what we'd do now that we're home.

I half figured when Leo got back, he'd want to tell me all about the date, but until then I decided that I'd go to my room and see if
m/n was still here.

Stopping Infront of my bedroom door, I listened for a moment, then I raised my hand to knock. "She left around an hour ago y/n, don't worry about knocking." I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sudden voice, and swiftly turned around only to see Donnie standing there with his satin jacket on, holding his journal close to his plastron.

I stared for a second, then I sighed in relief. "Hey Dee," I inspected him for a moment, noticing that he seemed.. off. "Are you ok?" I tilted my head in concern for him, but he just lazily shrugged.

"I.. wanted to get out of the lab, and my room, so I thought I'd come sit next to the memorial and just write until you got home. Is that okay?" He was hiding something. It was evident in his voice and facial expression.

Nevertheless, I warmly smiled at him and turned around, opening up my room and motioning him inside. "Yea, that's alright. Come in. Um, are you sure you're okay though?" Donnie walked inside without answering, and took a seat on the floor, shell against the wall.

He brought his knees up to his plastron and just looked up at the memorial, more specifically Donatello's last Battle Shell and the birthday party picture. "Just got lost in my head, that's all." He seemed emotionally distant.

Not only was he hiding something, he also was avoiding whatever he was hiding. Which, is never a good combo.

I hummed to Donnie's vague explanation and sat on the floor aswell, only I sat against my bed, a little away from him in the spirit of personal space. I just watched him for a few moments, before speaking up.

"Do you.. wanna talk about it? I of all people would know that holding depressing thoughts in is never a good thing."

Donnie glanced at me, then looked down, then finally crawled over so he could sit next to me. He sat rather close, but I didn't mind.

He pulled his knees back up to his chest, loosely wrapping his arms around his legs. He took a couple deep breaths. "A few years ago, I had made this.. well, technically he was just an ai, but he was like my son. at first, he was a 'smart lair' of sorts, but I had to reprogram him after my brothers decided to mess with his circuitry, and he became family. But.." Donnie's tale trailed off, and he tightened his hold on his legs, tugging them even closer to his plastron.

I patiently waited for him to continue, and debated holding his hand as a show of comfort. "When we fought the shredder, he... He was destroyed. I didn't know until after we beat shredder, and I could never rebuild him, no matter how hard I tried finding all his pieces. I only found his head, but it wasn't nearly enough, and soon after I found it, it completely fried whatever was inside." A few tears pricked at his eyes, but he tried his hardest to stay calm.

"For the most part, I slowly forgot about him, pushed him to the back of my mind, but when m/n showed me the pictures of your siblings, and asked..." He gulped, and his voice became Shakey.

"S-she asked if I could be in the delivery room with you guys so I could support you. And when I voiced my thoughts, she asked if I could at least in the waiting room if you didn't want to be in with her. But, i-it only reminded me more of Shelldon. Everytime anything about her being pregnant and being a parent is mentioned, I can only think of him. And how..." He paused, and glanced at me for a moment.