#platonic donatello x reader agere

[littlelambscandyland]

Four Versus One (Part One)

Platonic Yandere Rise Brothers x Fem!Reader

Warnings- Tv Self Awareness, Panic Attacks, Reader has siblings and a niece, Stalking (if you count watching someone thru a screen without their knowledge as stalking)

You lounged gingerly on the couch. Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles droning on as your niece starred in wonderment at the screen. You'd introduced her to the show as means to get her to stop making you watch (insert stupid show here). You told your sibling you'd watch over them the next few days as the birth of their second child happened. Today felt like it went on a bit longer. Tonight was the last night that your niece would be here.

 You couldn't say you didn't have fun. The show you stopped watching years ago was now, apparently, coming out with new episodes and you and your niece hyper fixated on it hard. With all that said, however, you were glad to get your space back. Glad to have your own little bubble of childishness without the responsibility of another human.

Deciding it was a calm enough scene not to be missed, you got up to get a well needed snack. 

Calling into your niece. "You want anything from the kitchen, chicken pop?"

She giggles at the odd, but well deserved nickname, and asks you for orange juice.

After pouring drinks and grabbing popcorn you made your way back to the living room. The scene had switched to Donatello's lab. They were making some sort of gun. Words like "portal" and "interdimensional travel" were being thrown around.

You wondered slightly as you laid the snacks out what this weapon had to do with anything. The episode didn't seem to call for it, but maybe you missed a more vital scene than you thought?

You thought a bit more as you watched the show how different it was from what you remembered. There were more fourth wall breaks and sometimes one of the turtles would randomly throw out compliments to the watcher.

Not that you minded the change. It was just different. Nice, but different.

~~~Time skip brought to you buy me writing this in my therapy waiting room~~~

You had successfully made the trade off of your niece, delivering her back into the hands of one of her parents. You'd cleaned up the house, and finally felt yourself relax.

You had turned the tv off for a little while. A part of your agreement with your niece to wait to watch the show again together. Obviously, that was a lie. You had turned the tv back on after cleaning. Ordering a pizza and deciding to have a "me night". 

There was something you noticed when you turned it back on though. The fourth wall breaks and the compliments happen more often. The plot seemed thrown out the window and everything seemed almost more mature than before. 

Because of all of this you made the executive decision to Google it. It'd been a while since you'd been a part of the fandom so you figured it'd be quicker just to get straight to the point.

You felt your heart drop from what you read. Confusion and honest panic grew in its place. There were only two seasons. That was impossible. There were obviously more. What had you been watching? 

"Uh ohhhhhh," You heard Leonardo's voice drone. "Hey guys, I thinks she's figured it out!" He calls his brothers.

Your eyes wide as the character seems to stare into your soul. The others gather into the screen. A mixture of smiles and anxiety are what stared back with animated eyes.

"I see. So she did... Ahem. Greetings, Darling!" Donatello says, clearly staving off his own anxiety.

"Hi..." You answer. You hoped this was a dream. Fear wrapped up into a ball in your gut. A feeling telling you to cut off the tv, to run far away and not look back ever again.

"Awww! She's so cute! Look at her eyes, they're so pretty!" Michaelangelo exclaims happily.

"We know dude. You're so cute doll. Really you are." Raphael addresses you with a nervous smile.

You look down in panic. The only logical thought is you had lost your mind. This is a dream, or you've snapped and this was a hallucination.

"What is happening?" You pant out. "This isn't happening. This cannot be happening..." Your breath ragged, and your voice hoarse. Tears gathering in your eyes.

They're faces shift in remorse and panic. Four animated eyes looking guiltily at you with frowns. Grimaces held by all as your body flies into a panic attack.

"Oh no, no. Don't cry, it's ok cariño. You're ok..." Leonardo coos at you in an attempt to calm you. 

The others gather in on the "comfort". They're words prove worthless as you spiral further. 

Finally gathering the courage you throw your phone at the tv in a frenzy. Perhaps not the best choice as the momentum and pressure crack your tv. Fizzles heard from inside the machine can be heard as the broken screen cuts off.

Sad for you, your nightmare doesn't end there.

[littlelambscandyland]

Donatello's Little Love

Platonic Caregiver Donatello x Gn! Reader

Warnings- Age Regression, Mute Regression, Pacifiers, Food, Nickname Baba for Donnie

"Darling, you'll just have to give me a moment. I'm a bit busy right now. This processor is very important." Donnie says to you, using his metal arms to keep you at a distance.

A whine escapes your throat as you slouch back onto your play mat. Grabbing your turtle plush as you pout up at him. You really just wanted to sit in his lap. Hug him. Know that he loves you as much as you love him.

You hear a sigh come from him as he turns to face you fully. "Really, you're going to just stare?" He asks exasperatedly.

You simply nod your head up at him. Uncrossing your arms and reaching up for him to hold you.

You could see him contemplating it. All the pros and cons of pulling his precious baby into his lap while he attempts to work. He's always been strict on rules, and normally you were always so good with them. Donnie recognized this; normally you'd let him work while you played. Peacefully. Perhaps you were sad, he thought. Maybe you just needed comforting.

Of course he was right. That's all you were looking for right now. Confirmation that you're baba still loved you.

He lifted you up gently. Holding you close. "Why don't we take a break?" He asks lovingly. "Maybe we can get Uncle Mikey to make us a snack. Hmm?" He says standing, while you nod enthusiastically.

You bounced lightly in his arms with happiness. He smiled at you as you tried to kiss him through your pacifier. Giggling as he pinches at you in retaliation.

The walk was short before you arrived in the kitchen. Unsurprisingly, Mikey was already there.

"Oh! Hey you're just in time. I just made pancakes!" He exclaims happily. "You're up for that yeah Mini?"

Nodding joyfully at him, Donnie chuckles. Mikey sets a plate for both you and Don. Placing you gently on his lap your Baba cut up the food. He led the fork to your mouth before redirecting it and eating the pastry himself. In a small beat of a moment both you and Mikey were left giggling at his antics. Donnie smiled brightly before, actually, feeding you.

Donnie never actually made it back to the lab that night as you kept him skillfully distracted as he did the same for you. If there was one thing none of the brothers could deny, your little self had Donatello wrapped around your tiny finger.