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Donnie x ghost reader? She can walk through walls and she floats, nothing can
touch her, but she can touch others and pick up objects if she wants. She also
has a ghostly howl.
Aaaaaaaah that’s so cute!!
You didn’t know how it had happened, but
somehow, one morning you woke up and you weren’t the same. You couldn’t keep
your feet on the ground, and everyone seemed to walk through you. You thought, wished it was
some horrible dream. But it wasn’t. It was a nightmare you couldn’t wake up
The days stretched to weeks to months and
you found ways to pass the time, exploring the city of New York. You found
coffee shops tucked in the quaintest places, bookstores full of brand new
books. And you found in these places that you could interact with things.
Objects mostly. But if you tried hard enough, sometimes you could interact with
people. Some people, mostly animals and small children, could see you
regardless of if you were trying to be seen or not. And you had been told by a
little girl that you looked like an angel.
Nowadays, you were wandering the parts of
New York other people couldn’t dream of finding. Abandoned churches covered in
vines, old trees with initials carved in hearts, and now, a utopia underground.
It was amazing. Nothing you’d ever seen
before. There were gadgets and gizmos everywhere, and more pizza boxes than you
could ever dream to count. And one room, you found had quite the collection of
classic novels. So, seeing as no one was there, you grabbed one of them and
floated over the couch cross-legged and began to read.
It wasn’t for a few hours that you had
company, all of which could see you. You were oblivious, still so caught up in
the novel that you hadn’t noticed them come in.
“Ummm…” You looked up and met the eyes of a
green mutant something or another. Bright blue eyes and a confused expression. “What
are you, dudette?”
“I’m not really sure, to be honest.” You
answered. “I just kind of am.”
“Is that my book?” Asked the tallest of the
four. He was wearing a bright purple bandana and was covered in tech. He seemed
to scan you with his goggles.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I just got bored, and I
can’t really interact with many things and so books are kind of-”
“N-no, it’s okay. I don’t mind.” He shook
“Why are you here?” The one in the blue
mask took a step forward and looked over you. “How did you find us?”
“When you spend a few months like this, you
find all sorts of places.”
“Fascinating…” the one with the purple mask
whispered as he examined his scans. “So you can interact with objects.”
“And you’re invisible to humans.”
“I’m invisible to everyone except animals
and small children.”
“Well, Mikey is both, so you’re covered.”
The big one in the red mask chuckled.
“Hey!” retorted the one you assumed was
“So, I’m sorry for barging in. I’ll just
“You don’t have to leave.” The one in the
blue mask said. “We uh, understand what it’s like to be alone.”
“So I can hang out here?”
“Yeah, bro!” Mikey said. “Wanna play Mario
“Do you really wanna get beat by a ghost?”
You laughed. The boys smiled as you flew off after Mikey.
“Hey.” You drifted into Donnie’s lab later
“Aah!” He jumped and dropped something made
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to spook you.”
“I-it’s all right. I was actually kind of
hoping you would come in here.”
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“So I could ask you a few questions.” He
motioned to you. “About…what you are. For science.”
“Sure!” You hovered closer to his desk.
“Okay, so…” he pulled out a notebook and
pushed his glasses up his snout. “When did this happen?”
“Two months ago.”
“How did it happen?”
“I just kind of woke up like this. There
was no body or anything, it wasn’t a car crash…I’m not exactly sure how I ended
up like this.”
“Like, I can’t walk. I’ve tried to ground
myself, but I can’t. All I can do is float. I can touch objects, but it has to
be very deliberate. Anything I interact could fall right through me. Even
holding a book for a few hours took a lot of practice.”
“Mmhmm…” He hummed as his paper scratched
across the paper. “Can you touch living things?”
“It’s kind of hard, but…” You held up your
hand and waited for Donnie to look up and notice what you were doing. He slowly
raised a large green three-fingered hand to meet yours. You focused all of your
being into your fingers and palm, and pressed it against his. He shivered.
“You’re so cold. And tingly.”
“You know that feeling you get when your
foot falls asleep? I think I’m made of that.”
“Casper?” He picked up your reference
“I haven’t seen that movie in a very long
time.” You sighed. “I’m still working on electronics…”
“We have it. I could pop it in for you if
“Only if you watch it with me.”
There was a pause.
“You’ve gotta take a break sometime, right?
I think there’s more to you than meets the eye, Donatello.”
“Call me Donnie.”
“All right, Donnie. What do you say then?”
He smiled and nodded gently.
Weeks later, you had found that when the
brothers weren’t out on patrol, you often found yourself in Donnie’s lab. You
think it helped him to have company while he worked. And whether you were
talking to him or just floating in the corner of the room while reading his
books, he seemed to work better with you there than without.
You also nudged him to take care of himself
while he was busy, reminding him to drink water and take stretch breaks and get
to sleep at a reasonable time. In your short time here, you had helped him
function better than he ever had.
“How’re you doing today, Don?” You floated
in through the closed door and draped your ghostly arms around his shoulders.
He shuddered at the cold.
“G-great. How did you sleep?”
“I don’t.” you reminded him. He nodded.
“Oh right.” A small chuckle. “I keep
“Did finish Huckleberry
Finn though.” You set it on his desk. “Thanks for letting me
borrow it, by the way.”
“No problem.” He pointed to the back
corner, where he kept all of his books. “You can borrow anything you want.”
“Sweet thanks!” You floated back there and
rummaged through the shelf to find another book to read. The lair was so quiet
when the boys were asleep. It was the perfect time to get some reading done. “Ooh,
“So I have a question for you.”
“All right, shoot.” You floated back over
to him, book in hand. He stood up just as you were next to him and came very,
very close to stepping through you.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you were right there.”
“You’re fine.” You looked up at him, the
closest you’d ever been to him. And with your half-foot of float, you were only
about half a foot from his face. God, he was tall. There were a few moments of
quiet before he caught his train of thought.
“So, are you sure you’re dead?”
“Well, I mean…I’m a ghost, so I
assumed I kind of must be.”
“I don’t think you are. I really don’t.”
Donnie sat back down and pulled up some diagrams on his computer. “I think you’re
trapped between two dimensions. Around the time of the Kraang invasion was when
this happened, right?”
“I think you got spliced with a blast of
interdimensional energy and it…it trapped you here and there simultaneously.”
“Okay.” You nodded, eyebrows drawing
together as you mulled over the things he was telling you. “So I’m not a ghost,
I’m just…whatever this is?”
“Yes, I think so.” He paused, looking at
you when he told you the next thing. The more important thing. Possibly the
most important thing he would ever tell you in the history of ever. “And I
think I can reverse it.”
“You know he’s in love with you, right?”
asked Mikey as you watched Donnie work from afar.
“What?” you blushed scarlet. “No, I don’t
“Nah, Mike’s right.” Raph nodded in
agreement. “All he ever does is think about you, work on a cure. He ain’t ever
done that before. He’s in love.”
“You can’t be serious. I’m just a ghost. I’m
not even real. Yet. I can’t even touch him…or hold him…”
“Maybe that’s why he’s working so hard.”
Mikey pointed out. You blushed even harder.
“You never know~” Mikey waggled his
eyebrows. You wanted to smack him.
The more you worked with Donnie, the more
you realized his brothers could be right about his feelings for you. You
started to notice little things here and there. Little smiles when he talked to
you, the change in the tone of his voice, little inside jokes that set him off.
And every day, you found yourself falling harder for the tall brainy turtle.
You knew it would be hard to love him, especially considering the fact that you
couldn’t touch him, couldn’t hug him, couldn’t kiss him without causing him to
get a chill. That’s what he got for falling in love with a ghost.
And so you haunted him for weeks that were
quickly turning into months, floating around his lab, making him coffee in the
early hours of the morning, and then pulling the blankets up around him at
night. You took care of him. You looked after him. And he thanked you for it
And then came the breakthrough.
He knew how to fix you. He knew how to
return you to normal. The construction of the machine only took a few days, and
then it was time.
“Okay, so when I turn it on, there’ll be a
jolt and then you’ll be normal again. Hopefully. If not, we’ll go back to the
drawing board and start over.”
“And what if it doesn’t work?” Leo asked.
Mikey and Raph were there too, waiting to see what would happen.
“It’ll work.” You said with certainty. “I
trust you.” Donnie’s heart raced.
“All right. Here goes.” His fingers shook
as he moved the controls and then, finally, one of his thick fingers pressed
You had the worst headache in the world,
you decided. How had you even gotten here? You had had the weirdest dream ever.
Four gigantic mutant turtles were living in a sewer, and…had you been a ghost?
Weird. Very weird.
You sat up in bed and looked around at your
apartment room. There were cobwebs everywhere and…was that snow
outside? Snow? In July? No.
This couldn’t be. You pulled your very dusty phone off of the charger and
looked at the date. December. No. Noooo. That couldn’t be right. It couldn’t
possibly be right. Had you just skipped six months of your
life? Had you gone into a coma? No. You couldn’t have, could you?
And yet, the more you thought about your
strange dream, the less and less it seemed like a dream and the more and more
it began to feel…real. Too
real. You unlocked your phone only to find literally hundreds and hundreds of
texts and emails from friends and family. It was like you had just disappeared.
But you knew there was something in between. Some place underground. A lair.
And four turtle brothers. Leo, Raph, Mikey, and…Donnie.
How could you have forgotten Donnie? Donnie
and his wonderful collection of books. Donnie and his knowledge of all things
nerd. Donnie and the bo staff. Donnie and the gigantic crush you had harbored
Your fingers opened your phone and dialed a
number. A number you had memorized just in case. Just in case you could ever
use a phone again. You dialed it and waited and waited and waited as it rang.
Hoping, praying he would pick up.
“Please please please…”
“H-hello?” a choked up voice that sounded
so different now that you actually had ears.
A loud gasp. “(Y/N)?!”
“You disappeared. I thought…I th-thought
you were gone. Where are you?”
“I woke up at my apartment.” You told him
your address. And then you waited and waited for him to finally knock on your
bedroom window. You didn’t even wait for him to clamber inside, hugging him as
he crouched on the fire escape. “It worked! It really worked! Thank you.”
“D-don’t mention it.” His voice was soft.
Remnants of tears were still trailing down his scaly cheeks. You reached up to
wipe them away.
“Shhhhh….” You shushed him as he started to
cry again, pulling him back into you. “It’s okay. I’m here now. It’s all right.”
“I’m sorry. I just…lost you.”
“Let’s go back to the lair, all right? Get
some pizza to celebrate? I’ve never been this hungry in my entire life.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Donnie smiled and
nodded. He took your hand and helped you out the window. You followed him down
through the sewers to the lair. God, it looked so different in real life. So
big and bright and colorful.
“Honeys, I’m home!” You called into the
solemn lair. The moping turtles sprang up to meet you. Immediately, Mikey swept
you up in a bear hug.
“Dudette, you’re not dead!”
“No, I’m not.” You laughed.
“Glad to have you here. Like, really here.”
“Glad to be here.”
“So Don, now that yer girlfriend’s real,
there better not be too much PDA ‘round here.” Raph smirked.
“G-girlfriend?” Donnie’s voice squeaked. “No,
I don’t…we’re not…”
“Do you want to be?” your voice was quiet.
You didn’t realize how tall he was until now. You couldn’t just float up to his
eye level anymore. You just had to look up at his towering form.
“Well, then. It’s settled. Boyfriend.” You
grabbed the tails of his mask and gently tugged until he was stooping over low
enough to kiss you. His lips were soft and sweet and perfect. When
you pulled apart he rested his forehead against yours.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been
waiting to do that.”
You pecked the corner of his lips, causing
him to blush.
Man I’m really no fan of excessive cuteness but sometimes it can be very relaxing working on something so pure ;__; And man, I gotta relax some more… You probably too! So remember to take a break every once in a while. Take care of yourself, please.
It’s summer of 2001, Joe meets Patrick and he’s like “yo, I know about music” and Patrick’s like “yo, I know more about music” “that’s impossible. Do You wanna start a band?” And Patrick’s like “…yeah… that’s cool.” And then he’s like “ yo, this is a book store its not a music store!” And then they met at Patrick’s house. And Patrick’s wearing shorts and socks and a hat. Patrick is playin’ drums for some fuckin’ reason! And Pete’s there, for some reason! They start playin’ music together. And there like “ oh let’s play some fuckin’ covers from some other bands!” It was like, Green day and fuckin’ misfits and fuckin’ Ramones! Pete said to Joe “yo we gotta change this shit up! Yo we’ve played all these bands let’s play shit from Fall Out Boy.” And so Pete and Patrick are like “yo, that’s dope. But we need a fuckin’ drummer!” Because Patrick’s playin’ drums and he’s a singer! And he’s like “yo! I got a soul voice!” And there like “wait, how do you have a soul voice!?!” And he’s like “yo watch this! YEeeeeEeeeeEeeaaaAAAH!” and they’re like “oh my god! That sounds like soul!” So they put it in the song and it was like “WHERE IS YOUR BOY TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!?!!!?!” And then they’re like “yo, this is fuckin’ perfect. This is Fall Out Boy.” And they made records like, Evening out with your ex-girlfriend. its called evening out with your ex girlfriend, everybody loves it. Its called Eating Out Your Girlfriend, and its real and it doesent matter. And Pete talked to Patrick and Joe and he was like “Yo what the Fuuuck! Yo this is gonna be fuckin’ dooooope!” So they made a record, and it was called take this to your grave. They made it without a drummer! And they had like three, four drummers come in. The four drummers they had come in were like… Josh Freese, Neil Peart, the dude from toto… The fourth one was like the guy from papa roach or something. And they were like, “yo, we need Andy Hurly. Andy Hurley. Take this to your grave. Fuckin record it.” And he did it, and he killed it. He was like,Bigadigadigalalululapssshhhh! Killing the skins! Tapping the skins! Tapping the rims! Playing the shit! Killing these bitches! Wrapping it out! “We should get signed, to fueled by ramen. Cuz these guys know what the fuck is going on.” And they were like “yo, if you can make our scene any bigger than it is, which is not fuckin hard. We will sign you guys.’ Pete was like ” yo! We got this record that’s fuckin’ dope dude!! Its called, take this to your grave.“ Hey, its gonna be called from under the cork tree, its gonna be fuckin huge. And then Patrick’s like "I gotta keep it real,I gotta keep it artistic. These are three songs that are gonna make the album and its called… This is called Thanks for the memories, 20 dollar nosebleed, and Sugar were going down..” And they made this record that was fucking dope and it fucking hit on the charts. Like one, two, three! Three, two one! Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!!!! TEN TO ONE! From under the cork tree sold like Four million records! Ten million records! Fifteen million records!!! And Brendon Urie had nothing to do with the entire record. And Patrick was like “that’s gooooooooood!” Pete was like “yo, FUCK YOU! I can do whatever I want!” Joe was like “yeah its cool man, whatever… I don’t give a shit.” And then Andy was like “eh… Cool!” And Pete was like “makeup is fuckin’ great for a guy. Because it makes a guy look beautiful. Which a lot of times, a guy is not beautiful. And I wanna change that.I wanna make sure everybody thinks that guys are beautiful.” Pete was like “oh my god I’m so embarrassed about this dick pic!” And then I saw the dick pic and I was like “eh, its not bad. Its not a bad dick. Let’s be real.” Panic! At the disco made rolling stone one issue before fall out boy. And fall out boy made the issue right after Panic! And they were so pissed! They were like “yo fuck you guys!” They were like “YO! Panic has the cover of rolling stone!?! Yo, fuck these dudes, were gonna go fucking miles above! Were gonna hit every fucking continent there is known to man!” But they didn’t! Because they missed a second of time, apparently. They were like “oh shit we got every continent.” And they didn’t actually hit it. Dude, Pete was like “WHAT THE FUCK!” oh you didn’t fuckin’ make the continent. Its like fuck you! So from under the cork tree happens, we fuckin have three, four years of awesomeness! Like people are cumming on themselves its so big! So fall out boy was like, so Patrick’s like “yo were gonna name this record from under the cork tree and from infinity in high.” Pete was like “yo, folie a deux means, the theatric of two.” Fall out boy was like “yo, we gotta take a break” meaning, Pete was like “yo, we gotta take a break bro” and Patrick’s like, “i need time for my music! YAAAAAAHHHH!” And joes like “yo, I need time to find the fuckin’ art dude I gotta find some fuckin’ meau-metal.” And Andy’s like “I’m just gonna play with some fuckin metal bands.” And they were like, “alright, this breaks been like three years long. Two years long. Three years long. Three and a half. we gotta fuckin’ come back dude. We gotta come back STRONG! We gotta make this shit legit. Its gonna be fuckin dope. Its gonna go fuckin sky high. Were gonna make a fuckin record that sails the skies. Were gonna call this record… Save Rock And Roll.” So they made alone together, light em up, alone together, phoenix. And everyone’s like “what the fuck? You’re working with this guy who fuckin recorded avril lavigne and pink!” Pete was like “yo, were gonna end up in tour with Panic! At the disco and Twenty pilots.” And that’s all. And that’s all that matters. And that’s how the fucking story goes
What she means:
It's the summer of 2001. Joe meets Patrick and he's like, "Yo. I know about music." And Patrick's like, "Yo. I know more about music." "That's impossible. D'you wanna start a band?" And Patrick's like, "... Yeah, that's cool." and then he's like, "Yo, this is a book store, it's not a music store!" And then, they met at Patrick's house. So Patrick's wearing shorts, and socks, and a hat. Patrick is playing drums for some fuckin' reason. They start playin' music together. They're like "Oh, let's play some fuckin' covers from some other bands." It was like Green Day... and fuckin' Misfits... and fuckin' Ramones... Pete said to Joe, "Yo, we gotta change this shit up." "Yo. We played all these bands, let's play shit from Fall Out Boy." And so Pete and Patrick are like "Yo, that's dope. But we need a fuckin' drummer!" Because Patrick's playin' drums and he's a singer! And Patrick's like, "Yo, I got a soul voice." And they're like, "Wait, how do you have a soul voice?" And he's like, "Yo, watch this: YEeeEeeEeeEeeEeeEeeEeeEeeEeeEeeEeeEaAAAAHHH!" And they're like, "Oh my god, that sounds like soul!" So they put it in a song, and it was like, "WHERE IS YOUR BOY TONIIIIIIIIING?!" And then they're like, "Yo, that's fuckin' perfect. This is Fall Out Boy." And they made records like Evening Out with Your Ex-Girlfriend. Evening Out with Your Ex-Girlfriend, everybody loves it... with your ex-girlfriend. It's called Evening Out With Your Ex-Girlfriend. It's called Eating Out Your Girlfriend, and it's real and it doesn't matter. And Pete talked to Patrick and Joe and he was like "Yo, what the FUUUCK! Yo. this is gonna be fuckin' dooooope!" So they made a record, and it was called Take This to Your Grave. They made it without a drummer! And they had like three, four drummers come in. The four drummers they had come in were like, Josh Freese... Neil Peart, the dude from Toto... The fourth one was like the guy from like Papa Roach or something. And they're like, "Yo, we need Andy Hurly. Andy Hurley. Take This to Your Grave. Fuckin' record it." And he did it, and he killed it, and he was like bigadigalulululululuPSSHHH! Killin' the skins! Tappin' the skins, tappin' the rim. Playin' the shit. Killin' these bitches. Wrappin' it out. (You're getting a fucking tattoo right now! What the fuck is going on?!) "We should get signed to Fueled by Ramen. 'Cause these guys know wha the fuck is goin' on." They were like, "Yo. If you can make our scene any bigger than it is, which is not fuckin' hard. We will sign you guys." he was like, "Yo! We got this record that's fuckin' dope, dude! It's called Take This to your Grave. And it's called From Under the Cork Tree, and it's gonna be fucking huge. And then Patrick's like, "I gotta keep it real, I gotta keep it artistic, these are three songs that are gonna make the album, it's called - **burp** - it's called Thanks for the Memories, Twenty Dollar Nose Bleed, and Sugar We're Goin' Down. And they made this record that was fucking dope and it fucking hit on the charts, like one, two, three! Three two one! Three four five six seven eight nine teeen! Ten to one! From Under the Cork Tree sold like four million records... ten million records.! ...fifteen million records! And Brendon Urie had nothing to do with the entire record! And Patrick is like, "That's GOooOooOooOooOooOooOd!" pete was like, "Yo, FUCK YOU! I can do whatever I want!" Joe was like, "...yeah, it's cool man, whatever. I don't give a shit." And then Andy was like, "...eh...cool." And Pete was like, "Makeup is fuckin' great for a guy. Because, it makes a guy look beautiful. Which a lotta times, a guy is not beautiful. And I wanna change that. I wanna make sure that everybody thinks that guys are beautiful." **cut to Brendon spitting for 30 seconds** (shutthefuck - oh, fuck... alright, alright.) Pete was like, "Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed about this dick pic!" And then I saw the dick pic and I was like, "Eh, it's not bad." It's not a bad dick. Let's be real. We made Rolling Stone one issue before Fall Out Boy. And Fall Out Boy made the issue right after us. They were so pissed! They were like, "Yo, fuck you guys!" They're like, "YO! Panic has the fucking cover of Rolling Stone? Yo, FUCK these dude! We're gonna go fucking miles above! We're gonna hit every fuckin' continent there is known to man!" But they didn't! Because they missed a second of time. Apparently. They were like, "Oh, shit, we got every continent!" But they didn't actually hit it. Dude, Pete was like, "what the FUCK?!" Oh, you didn't make the continent.. It's like fuck you! So, From Under the Cork Tree happens, we fuckin' have three, four years of awesomenes.s... Like, people are cumming on themselves, 'cause it's so big. **people talking in the background, Brendon spills/pours beer on himself** Alright. So Fall out Boy was like, so Patrick's like, "Yo, we're gonna name this record from uru - From Under the Cork Tree and from inity-isf - **laugh** From Infinity on High. Pete was like, "Yo. Folie a Deux means the theatric of two." Oh, sorry. I'm sorry. Fall Out Boy was like, "Yo, we gotta take a break." Meaning, Pete was like, "Yo. We gotta take a break, bruh." And Patrick's like, "I need time for my music. OOHH!" And Joe's like, "Yo. I need to find the fuckin' art, dude. I gotta find some fuckin' meau-metal." And Andy's like, "I'm just gonna play with some fuckin' metal bands." And they're like, "Alright. This break's been like three years long. Two years long. Three years long." Three and a half...? "We gotta fuckin' come back, man. We gotta come back strong." (You took my beer away! What the fuck? **someone in the back: You poured it all over yourself! You poured it on yourself, man.**) "We gotta make this shit legit, it's gonna be fuckin' dope. It's gonna go fuckin' sky high. We're gonna make a fuckin' record that sails the skies. We're gonna call this record... Save Rock and Roll." So they made Alone Together, Light 'Em Up, Alone Together, Phoenix. And everybody's like, "What the fuck? You're workin' with this guy who fuckin' recorded Avril Lavigne and Pink..." (There's p - what the fuck is on my shirt, did I puke on myself? **people in the background telling him he poured beer on himself** oh, god...) Pete was like, "Yo, we're gonna end up on a tour with Panci! At the Disco and Twenty Pilots." And that's all. That's all that matters. And that's just how the fuckin' story goes.
DRUNK OBI AND SUZU DISCUSSION :3 (MODERN AU) PLEASEEE (and thank u so much u rock)
Obi’s just finished laying out their blanket, weighing down the corners with the biggest stones he can find – he suspects that these are really just smoothed out chunks of concrete, probably from when they jackhammered out the original path to put in more eco-friendly boardwalks – when Shidan’s undergrad whips open the cooler and shows just what sort of liquid refreshment he thinks is appropriate for a turtle watch.