Donatello x Reader

the question

it's official, donatello wants to marry you, he couldn't shake the idea anymore of waiting for so long, you've been together for so long and been through so much together that he thinks it's time. you slept over the at the lair and everyone is starting to wake up, morning rises and you're still sleeping while donatello watches you sleep. a gentle smile tugs at the corners of donatello's lips as he watches you sleep. seeing you at peace fills him with a sense of contentment, reminding him just how lucky he is to have you in his life. the anticipation of his upcoming proposal swirls through donatello's mind, adding an extra layer of excitement to the day. his eyes never leave your peaceful face, every breath you take filling him with love and adoration. by tomorrow, he plans to propose to you, he speaks to himself

"(y/n) my love," donatello whispers softly, his heart overflowing with emotions. "in just a day, i will ask you to be my wife—to spend the rest of my life with me"

you're still sleeping, hoping you don't hear him

the thought of it makes his heart race and his palms sweat, but there's nowhere else he'd rather be than by your side. he gently brushes a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingertips lingering on your soft skin. he continues to talk to himself

"i promise to love you, cherish you, and protect you always," donatello whispers, his voice barely audible "i can't wait to see the happiness in your eyes when i get down on one knee"

he gets up and heads over to brush his teeth, as the morning progresses, donatello prepares for his day, lost in thought about the upcoming proposal. he moves through his routine meticulously—brushing teeth, showering, dressing—each action fueled by anticipation and nerves. you begin to wake up

"good morning, sleepyhead"
"morning..." you yawn
"are you ready for breakfast? i'm about to make pancakes"
"that sounds nice.... *yawn* let me go get ready" you get up to use the bathroom and brush your teeth and start your skin routine

as donatello waits patiently, he busies himself with setting the table and preparing a plate of pancakes. the delicious aroma fills the air, making his stomach growl in anticipation.

"hey don...i smell pancakes" said mikey
"yup, eat up" said donnie
"i smell food" said raph
"out of my way, i get first dibs" said leo
"guys relax, it's for everyone" said donnie
"speaking of everyone...? where's (y/n)?" asked raph
"she's getting ready, but she should be down any minute"
"morning everyone!" you say
"morning, (y/n)!" says everyone

donatello comes up close to you, his heart racing at the sight of you. he quickly jumps up to give you a hug, the warmth of your body against his sending waves of joy through him. you hug him back

"i smell your famous pancakes" you say
"you'll love them," he whispers in your ear, nuzzling slightly "they're my special recipe" his eyes meet yours, full of love and anticipation for what's to come.
"barf....get a room" leo teases but he says it in a joking way
"alright, alright," he chuckles, stepping back from you

you guys all begin to eat together, donnie takes a seat next to you, watching as you enjoy your pancakes. the smell of the sweet, fluffy batter fills the air around them, adding to the cozy atmosphere of the room

"these are so good babe, i always enjoy your cooking" you say
"i'm glad you like them" he replies with a smile, taking another bite of his own pancakes
"so what's todays plan? you ask all of them

they stall as they don't want to spill that they'll be helping doantello with proposal plans, donatello clears his throat, trying to act like he wasn't just thinking about the most important thing in the world