#yandere tmnt donatello 2018

[khayalli]

uh- yeah, no, my car is just shitty. Definately...defiantely not just making up excuses to see him haha....

[yanteetle]

Been having a few really bad stressful days and was just wondering if it would be possible to get a lil sketch of donnie hugging y/n? Just comforting them, doesn't have to be anything fancy. Only do this if you feel up to it, don't want you to feel pressured or anything! Xx

"I hope you know I didn't mean to go that far."

"... I know."

Hope you're feeling a tad bit better now, I've been having a rough week too :)) Either way, I wanted to draw a rare Donnie feel bad moment. Mostly because he needs to feel guilt for the shit he puts y/n through! Angsty cuddling has been running through my head all day and I needed to put it out there :) Please take care and have a nice day!

Taglist: @dynaspamm@faetaiity@fried-milkfish@milks-thoughts@hearteyedracoon@crystallinecryogenics@m0nster-fluffer@syrinxmeadow@zxphy@mellytumbles@nekonekoastume@sockidox@temmerlover@ramblehour@redak-ted

[oleander-nin]

The Coldest Heart(Yandere Future Rise Donatello x Reader)

A/N, not important: Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Apocalypse, kidnapping, freezing, dark themes, yandere themes.

Words: 1291

Summary: Donnie cuts off the heat

Winters were always frigid in the apocalypse, the broken terrain and weather making the places that have never seen a snowflake now completely frozen over. The “snow” that covered the barren wasteland outside the base’s doors was a poisonous brown, bubbling when it touched the ground instead of sticking. It may be frozen, but it was nothing like the fluffy white snow you held dear in your memories. You shiver under the blankets you were given, your body curled up in a weak attempt to preserve the heat trapped under the blankets with you. You were exhausted, sleep pulling at your eyes and trying to coax you under, but the cold biting at your fingers and toes was unrelenting. Your ears and nose burned, keeping you alert as you try to keep out the frigid air. The small amount of heat Donnie allowed in his lab was gone, the furnace broken and vents turned off. Cold had seeped into every crack and was now trying its best to choke you out as well.

You turn your head towards Donnie as he types onto a monitor projected by his ninpo, sticking your face into the bitter cold. His outfit amazed you, the mutant only being dressed in a thin sweater made to stretch over his battle shell and sweats that were a size too small. You look at him in envy, not understanding how he could withstand the freezing temperature in the thin clothing he had. Donnie turns his head at the feeling of your boring gaze, his eyes meeting yours and his tridactyl hands leaving his keyboard which causes it to falter, then disappear. For the first time in the months since he had stuck you in his lab in claims of protecting you, you don’t break your gaze. Whether it was from exhaustion or the cold, you no longer cared about such a simple thing as keeping your eyes off the man you hated most. If he was truly upset with your staring, he could come and close your eyes himself.

“You’re shivering.” Donnie muses, his voice teasing and airy as if the frostbite creeping over your nose was a mere tasteless joke. You scowl, burying yourself back into the plethora of blankets that covered the cot Donnie had you share with him. You hear him chuckle at your childish display, driving in the belittled feeling he had sunk into your heart.

“Fix the heat then.” You grumble at your captor, not caring for niceties. You can hear his chair shift and you look back at him through a crack in the blankets, seeing his eyes averted downwards as he chews on his cheek. His knuckles are now digging into his teeth, his eyes looking everywhere but you as he seems to be debating himself over something. His shoulders are more hunched, like he was a little kid who got caught stealing cookies late at night.

“You know I can’t.” Donnie says, like he was trying to be firm but his voice falters. He still refuses to meet your eyes, only staring at the floor as he chews on his knuckles. Your eyes narrow, your knees pulled closer to your chest as another cold burst breaks through the blanket barrier.

“You’ve already fixed it.” You accuse, the chattering of your teeth breaking up the sentence and making it sound more pathetic than you hoped. Donnie finally pulls his fist away from his mouth as he stares back at you, crossing his arms and protesting with a loud, “indignant scoff.” If you could feel your feet, you would run over there and strangle him.

“If you’re cold,” Donnie starts, his voice tight as he dodges your accusation to try and quell your thoughts, but ends up confirming it instead. “You can grab a blanket and come sit with me. I’ll keep you warm.”

You sneer, diving back under the blanket den you had created around yourself. Even if you wanted to cuddle up to the person who was holding you hostage in the name of ‘safety’, you couldn’t. Your feet were so frozen you couldn’t feel them more than a dull pain, and your fingers couldn’t close around the thin material of the blankets anymore. Silence stretches through the lab, and you’re sure Donnie had given up and turned back around.

A quick padding of socked feet breaks the silence and two arms wrap around your covered self, lifting you from the cot and into Donnie’s arms. He mumbles a swift apology as you flail and curse, quickly moving back to his chair and depositing you in his lap. He shifts the blankets around, helping you pop your head out so you could see. Donnie cups your cheek with one hand, the other still firm around your lower back so you couldn’t squirm away from him and escape. The feeling of his hand on your face is one you always hated, but the burning head of his warmth makes you hiss in pain rather than disgust. He was an oven, his hand slowly heating your cheeks and bringing color back to your face. You melt into him after a minute, nearly crying when his warm hand leaves your cheek to cup your ears.

“You are cold.” He mutters, mostly to himself. He continues to try and warm you himself for a small while, attempting to bring your body temperature up from the dangerous levels it had fallen to. He eventually signs and gives up, summoning a projected screen with numerous switches and buttons. He clicks a few things before closing the screen and pulling you closer, easing open the blankets you clung to so he could pull your whole body against him and try to warm you up.

You hear the vents above slowly whirr to life, the room slowly being filled with a strong heat that makes your head spin. You blink at Donnie, your limbs unstiffening as you try not to cry.

“You fixed it…” You mumble, letting your head hit the dull point of his plastron. Donnie nods, rubbing your back beneath the blankets. Anger pools in your chest for only a moment, the relief of the heat taking over and the exhaustion pushing through once more.

“I fixed it within minutes of its breaking. I wasn’t going to let the base freeze.” Donnie pulls you closer, kissing your temple with a smug smile. “You, however, weren’t letting me touch you, so I turned off the heat to try and convince you to let me touch you more, but that seems to have backfired.”

You scowl, hitting his shoulder with your forehead. You wanted to scream, to bite him, to do anything to make him suffer like he had you for the past few days, but you don’t. You were terrified he would turn the heat back off. His lab was obviously able to be isolated from the other parts of the base, which horrified you. For all you knew, he could leave and seal the doors before shutting the oxygen off for a couple minutes, just to let you suffer.

Donnie continues to rub your back, his quiet humming not showing any bit of remorse for the torment he had put you through. He seemed happy with the outcome, and you figured he was. Here you were in his arms, just as he wanted. Maybe once you could feel your fingers again, you’d try and fight him, but for now, you had given up. The heat was too much of a reward for you to risk losing it now. Even Donnie’s arms were a price you were willing to pay to not freeze. His plan had worked, and now nothing would stop him from doing it again.

[astral--horrorshow]

Around-The-Clock Shadows

Platonic Yandere ROTTMNT x Reader

Info: This will be a full-length fic including multiple ROTTMNT characters, the main storyline revolves around the Mad Dogs.

Fic Summary: You sure are likeable, aren't you?

Chapter 1: Preparations and Purple Dragons

Characters: Kendra, Jase, Jeremy, Donatello, Raphael, Michaelangelo, Leonardo

A/N: Kicking off the first day of my summer break with a fic! I've been working on this for a while now, so I hope you like it! Apologies for the short length and any bad writing! I was very inspired by @yanteetle , @pianocat939 , @yanyanderes , and @yandere-toons ! (edit: @oleander-nin too!!)

If you want to be added to a taglist, just say the word! If you want to draw fanart or make anything based off of this, I would be literally honored. Please don't be shy, I will love whatever you make! If you have any questions about the fic, feel free to ask!

TW: Kidnapping plans, toxic relationships, stalking, Jase gets kicked in the shin (spoiler: it's Kendra), attempted(?) peer pressure, Leo and Donnie are creepers.

I do not condone any of the behaviors found or done in this fic. This story is purely for entertainment purposes. If you or someone you know is being treated like this, please contact the authorities.

Please Reblog writer's work!

Chapter Summary: You hang out with the Purple Dragons, and the Hamato brothers prepare for your arrival.

Word Count: 1166

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Kendra had her hand on the back of your neck, leading you further into the Purple Dragon's closed-off corner of the computer lab.

"And this is the Dragon's Tooth," she said as she pointed to a large, circular table with a small, green device suspended in a glass tube.

"Oooo!" You leaned towards it in curiosity, careful to not get too close to the lasers, "What does it do?" Before Kendra could answer you, Jase rushed over and started to explain with a speedy voice, "The Dragon's Tooth is a military-grade piece of technology that- ow!"

Kendra had kicked him in the shin. Hard. From what you had known about her, she didn't like to be interuppted.

"Shut up, Jase," Kendra snapped.

Jase kneeled on the ground on one leg, rubbing the kicked one with a grimace on his angular face. You reached out to him, but Kendra casually pulled you by the collar of your shirt next to her, placing her hand on the back of the neck you craned to see if Jase was okay and pushed you along yet again.

Your watch suddenly let out a long, piercing beep, which caused your gaze to turn to the plastic screen.

"Oh, I need to get home!" You exclaimed, rushing from Kendra to grab your bag.

"Awh, c'mon, can't you stay a little longer?" Jeremy strolled towards you along with the rest of the Purple Dragons. You were, quite literally, cornered by them, but you still persisted in your quest to return home.

"But I really gotta leave! I'll see you tommorow!" You rushed out, waving to the students strung up by their knickers outside their tech cubbyhole. The Purple Dragons didn't pursue, looking at the silent, red device on the collar of shirt in a cocktails of smugness and satisfaction (mostly from Kendra) and slight guilt of invading your privacy (mostly Jase).

You rushed to the bike racks as soon as you came out of the double doors of the High School. Going to unlock your bike, you spotted a figure in purple slink down an alleyway.

You pulled up to your residence, locking your bike and unlocking the door to your home. Taking off your shoes, and setting your bag down on your bed, you flopped down onto the carpet, feeling the rough material rubbing against your cheek. Despite it grating against your face, you found a sense of comfort in the act. You turned towards your bed, focusing on the underside. Stuck to one of the nails of the supports, was a bright orange piece of cloth. You reached out your arm, grabbing the fabric between your fingers. It was a bit worn, but perfectly clean otherwise. How odd, you didn't remember having any clothes like that.

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You opened the freezer door, shivering at the blast of cold air hitting your face. You grabbed the ice cream container as fast you could, and gingerly closed the freezer as to not wake up your family. As you sucked the spoon free of the frozen treat, you gazed at the moonlight filtering through your kitchen. There were a few clouds, but otherwise it was clear. You couldn't see the stars, though. Not in New York City, where lights and air pollution thrive. Putting the ice cream back, (you couldn't eat so much to the point where it would be noticeable) you pulled your blanket tighter around your shoulders and tiptoed back to your bedroom. You buried yourself under the warm covers, a welcome respite from the cold, and closed your eyes, unaware of the being outside your window.

Leonardo chuckled to himself, and propped his elbows up on the windowstill. He watched you cutely snuggle your pillow, your cheek squishing against it. The only thing he wanted was to pinch and squish them 'till they got numb, but bringing you home sooner than planned would make the rest of your new brothers irritated at him. You fell asleep almost immediately, you must've been so tired, poor baby. He pulled out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Hey, Don- what? Yeah, I know it's late. Don't shout at me right now. Yeah, add ice cream to the list."

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Mikey skipped into the room, holding a pair of slippers in his hand. He set them down near the bed just as Donatello finished spreading a thick, fluffy blanket on it.

"Ah, thank you, Michael," Donnie spoke upon seeing Mikey with the slippers.

"Anything for them!" Mikey squealed, obviously shaking with excitement.

"Hey, party people," Leo casually called out as he strolled into the room, holding his ōdachi over his shoulders like they were regular sticks instead of mystical, deadly weapons. Upon the red-earned sliders entrance, Donnie turned and glared.

"Leo, I don't see why you had to call me at exactly 2:38 AM last night. It could've waited until morning."

"What?" Leo pulled his hand to his chest in mock indignation, "And not complete the list? I swear, it's like you don't even want them to be happy here!"

"Of course I do!"

Before their squabble could turn into a full-on argument, Raph burst in the room with a number of plushies of different shapes, sizes, and colors in his arms, which he started to arrange on the bed. Donnie sauntered away from Leo to help Raph in an attempt to keep his temper under control, and Mikey arranged things around the room. Leo slumped his shoulders, made a portal with a single slash of his ōdachi, and fell backwards into it.

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Donatello typed on his keyboard, occasionally turning his gaze to the other screens, which had a plethora of security cameras, locations of trackers, and information displayed on them. "Occasionally" being every few seconds. Eventually, he gave up on his coding and leaned back to soak up all the information on you and blue light the multiple moniters could give him. He was the number one expert on you, which he had to be if you were going to be happy in the Lair. He was also going to be your older brother soon, which meant he had to make up for all the missing years. You didn't know how much you needed them all, but you would soon. Very, very soon. A ping from his phone pulled him from his obsessive thoughts. He had sent S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N to guard you throughout the day when he or his brothers couldn't do it themselves. His eyes widened to saucers when he saw the feed from his creation.

You, standing there. With the Purple Dragons. Talking to you. Touching you. The Purple Dragons. You, oblivious to their danger.

Donnie leapt up from his chair and sprinted toward the door, racing through the halls. He wouldn't let that horrible, deceiving, Kendra and her flunkies take advantage of you. Over his dead body.

"I'll be there very soon," he thought, "Wait for me just a little longer.

I'll save you."

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A/N: *chuckles* you're in danger.

[froggywritesstuff]

stupid | yandere!rise!donatello

ship/pairing: yandere!rise!Donatello x g/n!reader (can be read as platonic or romantic)

request: no one

warnings: kinda ooc, blood, wounds, kidnapping, unwanted touching (non sexual), blades, degrading, sadism, stitches, non consensual scarification (?), vomiting, hair pulling, threats of amputation, isolation used as punishment

fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

word count: 1145

A/N: i wasn't sure to write this with Leo or Donnie so i most likely wrote Donnie's personality wrong. 18+ people DNI. i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

You wanted to cry as you felt Donnie’s disappointed gaze on you. Or maybe it was because of the pain of how tight he gripped your wounded wrist. Either way, it didn’t matter, as Donnie would have absolutely zero sympathy for you if you started crying. After all, it was your fault. Your fault you were currently staining his lab floors with blood.

He brought his other hand to your wrist to inspect the gash, as if something had changed in the last five minutes he’d been staring at it.

”Do you want to explain why you cut your tracker out of your wrist?” his voice broke the dreaded silence, and you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

You stayed silent. He hadn’t been happy with your previous answer explaining that you wanted to be alone from him and go outside without him worrying. It wasn’t the answer he wanted. But the truth wasn’t the answer he wanted either.

He grabbed a new tracker from his bench along with a scalpel, gliding the blade through your wound to make a deeper cut, pulling your wrist tightly as he inserted the new tracker inside the wound. The metallic scent of blood in the room grew worse, making your stomach churn. You whimpered, biting your tongue so you didn’t cry out in pain, while Donnie just seemed unbothered by the pain his actions caused. 

“Or do you need me to tell you?”

You stayed quiet. Your eyes stung as tears pricked the back of your eyes, begging for you to cry. But you didn’t. Tears wouldn’t help you. Donnie would only mock you and belittle you if he saw you crying. 

A sigh left his lips as he brought his hands up to cup the side of your face. You felt yourself wanting to lean into his touch, wanting to cling to the gentleness of his hands that so harshly contrasted the anger he must've been feeling.

”You’re stupid, Y/N.” silence hung between the two of you while he stared you down, his eyes filled with disappointment and frustration. His hands dropped from your face and he grabbed a needle and thread. You felt your stomach drop.

”So stupid,” he muttered, piercing the needle through your skin, guiding the thread through your wounded skin to stitch it back together. The corners of his lips twitched upward as he heard your stifled groans and cries of pain. The tears building up in your eyes felt as heavy as rocks as you desperately tried not to cry.

“You’re even more stupid than I thought you were. I had faith in you, but you’ve proven me wrong. Because you are somehow so stupid, you can’t understand that everything I do for you is for your own good. I’m helping you, by keeping you here, because you’re nothing without me. You’re weak. Completely helpless. Fucking pathetic.”

You broke, letting the tears fall down your cheeks with a choked sob.

The room went silent, anxiety bubbled in your chest while you stared at Donnie’s hands. It was as if he paused for dramatic effect as well as staying silent.

Until he laughed.

He fucking laughed.

For a little longer than necessary in your opinion.

”Fuck, Y/N,” his laughter stopped abruptly with a yell, making you flinch, “that’s exactly what I’m talking about.” He stabbed the needle to your arm again and drew the string through tightly, forcing a strained cry of pain from your throat.

“You’re pathetic. Crying over everything and just so whiny. It’s pitiful, honestly. Consider yourself lucky you have me, darling. I have no idea how all your friends managed to put up with you for so long. No wonder none of them care that you’re gone.”

You found the courage to shake your head, opening your mouth to speak, when he tugged on the needle tightly, quickly making you shut up.

”Sorry, did you have something to say?” Donnie’s smug voice asked. He knew exactly what you were going to say.

You stayed silent, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing your weak attempt of convincing yourself he was wrong. The needle was pricked through your skin a few more times before he picked up some scissors, cutting the end of the knot he tied in the string as he finished the last stitch. He cleared his throat.

“Just to be clear, though I am enjoying all this, you brought this on yourself. I want you to look at the scar on your arm everyday and think of this. Think of how dumb you were trying to escape me. Think of how easy it was for me to catch you. I want you to look at it and regret everything you did, until every time you even think about escaping again, you want to ridicule yourself over how dumb of an idea it is.”

You shrank back at his words, your gaze falling toward the floor, when you caught sight of the stitches Donnie had made in your arm. It was obvious he had finished stitching your wound together for a long time, as you stared in horror at the array of letters stitched into your arm, spelling out his name. He had even made sure to stitch his birth name, which you could only assume was to cause more pain for you. The pain from the stitching mixed with the bloody scent and sight on your arm all made you feel sick, until you found yourself gagging, eventually vomiting up spit on the floor.

Donnie's face scrunched up in disgust, "Scoff, don't be so dramatic." he stood up from his chair, a metal claw from his battle shell dug into your scalp, dragging you by your hair as Donnie led you out of his lab. Too tired to fight against him you let him drag you, feeling the heels of your feet stinging against the tiles. You winced as every slight movement from your arm sent a jolt of pain.

You heard the creak of door, followed by the flick of a light switch, and you were shoved into a room you recognized all too well. All white walls and floors, and empty of furniture save for the single bed in the corner of the room. You were roughly placed onto the bed, Donnie wasting no time to restrain you to the bed.

"Take that tracker out again, and you'll lose your arm."

You stared at him with an empty expression, using the little energy you had to nod to show your understanding. His hand cupped your cheek gently, his lips upturned slightly, before he bid goodbye and left, making a show of locking the door for extra measures.

All alone, you let the tears fall freely down your face, eventually crying yourself into a restless sleep.

[0mysticmidnight0]

★HEY, HELLO HI AGAIN, SO UUUUUH, I'VE GOT A REQUEST- AN IDEA FOR THE PB&J YANDERE DUO SJSSSK★

★SO LIKE UUH- YANDERE PB&J DUO WITH A BORROWER!READER UURRH- THE TROPE WILL BE PLATONIC EEERH★

★SBSJSBS HERES THE PLOT (it's long)★

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| IN THIS ONESHOT- MIKEY HAD A LITTLE IDEA TO GET/MAKE SOME CLOTHES FOR [READER], BECAUSE, SINCE THEY ARE A BORROWER (and borrowers are like, 6 inches tall), THEY DON'T HAVE ANY ACCESS TO Y'KNOW, FANCY OR STYLISH CLOTHES. ANYWAY, SO HE INVITED DONNIE TO JOIN IN AS WELL- SO HE CAN INSTRUCT THEM ON WHAT COULD SUIT THEM MOST (since it's known by the fandom that he is the most stylish of the brothers, which I love bdhddh).

YEAH, THEY END UP HAVING A DRESS UP SESSION WITH THE READER, ALL SEEMS GOOD AND FUN!! HOWEVER, AFTER SOME TIME PASSES, [READER] GETS BORED/TIRED OF THE SESSION, AND MAYBE A LITTLE CREEPED OUT AS TO HOW THEIR FRIEND'S KNOW THEIR MEASUREMENTS-.

THEIR EXACT MEASUREMENTS THAT IS.

THEY ALSO FEEL A LITTLE SUFFOCATED (not literally), BY THE FACT THAT THEY GET TO CHOOSE THEIR OUTFITS FOR THEM, SHUNNING AWAY THE CLOTHES THAT ATTRACT THEM. (ahem, ahem Donnie declines most of their choices) NOT THAT THEY ARE NOT GRATEFUL FOR IT, BUT THEY KIND OF WANNA STOP NOW.

YEAH, THEY ALERT DONNIE AND MIKEY THAT THEY WANT TO LEAVE AND THAT THEY WANT TO GO BACK INTO THEIR HOME (aka, the sewer walls). HOWEVER THEY DON'T WANT [READER] LEAVING- SO THEY GUILT TRIP THEM INTO STAYING OR SOMETHING LIKE THATDBRJND.|

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★SGSHS, YEAH URH- THAT'S MY REQUEST FOR THE ONESHOTSBSB★

★IN CASE YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT BORROWERS ARE THEN YOU CAN EITHER SEARCH ON GOOGLE OR DM ME UH- YEAH★

★EEEEEEEERH BYE <3★

(sorry for any grammar mistakesbdjddj)

very interesting request.. I would have to guess you got this from one of your recent post where you had to write about borrowers!! But, it sounds fun! Reminds me of "The clothes don't make the turtle" ep

Yandere Donnie and Mikey x Borrower! Reader -Mikey was hanging out with Donnie! and... by hanging out i mean he draws in Donnie's lab while Donnie works on a few upgrades. Mikey thought of drawing the reader but notices the lack of variety in clothing.. He decides to draw the reader in different outfits he think best suited them. He felt proud of his work so he showed Donnie. He was quite impressed and even had ideas for other outfits. -Donnie and Mikey went to a nearby wall on the sewers and knock on it. You walk out and they grab you and immediately run to the lab rambling about clothing.. You were confused but decided to go with it. -Donnie made a whole presentation about different types of clothes while Mikey hyped him up! You were watching in awe. Your fashion choices were alright but you were a bit interested in what these two had in store and a bit creeped out that they already knew your measurements, size, height and weight without you telling them.. -The three of you spent hours in the lab! having fun and a few laughs here and there! You found clothes you really liked!! until a few disagreements happened..

"That's a cute outfit.. BUT I THINK THIS ONE WOULD SUIT YOU BEST!" "This one is better!" "I know you may not be into this style but it is WAY better than what you wore before!" "Maybe pair it with something else- OH! I KNOW THE PERFECT THING!" "You can trust us Y/n!!" You told them that you were getting a bit suffocated with how they were treating your tastes and how "what they knew was better". You were also getting a bit bored. "Hey, guys.. i appreciate that you're trying to help me but i think i should go. I had some fun but i really wanna end this-" You were cut off by Mikey. "But we were having so much fun!!" Donnie tuned in. "We worked on these clothes for you for hours! Don't you think you should consider trying on a bit more?" Mikey chimed in. "We just wanted to make you happy.." putting on his signature please face. You sighed and agreed to a few more outfits.. Maybe one or two more wouldn't hurt.. right?..right?

[snowflakeanimelover]

Okay hear me out:

TMNT(either one and any TMNT fandom) x reader. But an evil version of the TMNT somehow enters the world and fancies the reader. So it’s basically a TMNT vs evil TMNT for the reader 👀 whether it be for friendship or love…

[lykaios2]

Saw your requests open and decided to drop by!

Yandere rottmnt boys (separate btw/romantic) reaction, headcanons or fic (whatever floats your boat see what I did there) to reader, who had long hair, chop it all off after a breakdown?

That's it....... bye :]

this was certainly an interesting concept, but I enjoyed doing it :]

I'm super sorry for the wait, trying to get back in the rhythm of doing requests again :/

anyway, hope you enjoy! ❤️

TW: self harm threats, drugging/knocking out, minor bondage (not like that)

Leo:

-The first time he sees you after you cut your hair

-Oh boy is he mad

-He's immediately going to start asking you questions

-You don't want to tell him, but he doesn't care

-He's going to get an answer out of you

-Once he figures out why you cut your hair, he'll start to comfort you and give you affection

-But only for a little

-After he's done, he'll start to take away privileges

-He wants to prevent this from ever happening again

-I mean, we can't have you ruining your beautiful hair again, now can we?

"I'll be nice…for now. But pull this little stunt again, and you won't be so lucky."

Raph:

-When Raph finally convinced you to come over after your breakdown, he was very concerned to see your new hairdo

-After hearing about your breakdown, he would start to get in his own head. Like, bad

-It was his fault, right? Whatever he did, or rather didn't do…

-But he can't let this happen again…for your sake and for his

-There's only one way he can think of to stop this

"If you ever cut your hair ever again, I'll…cut myself."

Mikey:

-When Mikey sees you, he would run to you and grab you and start to cry a little

-He's devastated

-You ruined your perfect look

-He won't blame you

-But there must be something he can to do fix this

-Once he figures something out, he asks you to come into his room and sit on the floor

-He says he has a surprise, and he needs to "tie up your hands so the surprise won't be ruined"

-After he has you under control, he has you close your eyes…and he begins to cut your hair. Just the way he wants it.

"I can't make you look perfect again…but I can damn well try."

Donnie:

-Donnie seems unfazed when you first meet him after the incident

-He just looks at you for a couple seconds before sighing and turning away

-He asks you to not bother him for a few days

-You're worried that you've upset him somehow

-However, when you return later, he greets you with a smile

-He asks you to sit down and get comfortable

-He gives you something to drink…but it was no ordinary drink.

-When you wake up, Donnie asks how you're feeling, and if you notice anything different

-…Your hair…is back?

"Ah, you're just as beautiful as the day I lost you…now, this took me quite a bit of work to do, and I'd rather not do it again. So if anything like this were to happen again…there will be consequences."

[kazaleas]

Let the world burn [Donnie to GN reader short]

Im not an excellent writer, and I enjoy writing but my grammar isnt on point and I kind wrote this half asleep, but I was bored! If you dislike, you can scroll! No biggie!

(based off a character ai bot, Link below)

Donnie let's the world Burn for you.

[Warn: Slight obsessive behavior, burning / mentions of burning / fire, etc. Romantic Relationship, Donnie X Reader, Barely proofread, first time fully posting a writing, Short!]

Sitting at the table of huesos was unlike any other.

Pizza places, you mean. But of course, it was like every other day here. You all finished a successful mission and decided to celebrate the night with dinner at the best pizza place in the city of New York and your 4 closest friends, and Donnie. Nights like these, the ones that you loved with all your heart. Loud and lively chatter from each brother, you and April's quiet gossip between conversations and fights between Leo and Mikey over the last slice, Donnies grimaces as he bashes Leo for his weird, wriggling order of pizza sitting on his plate. Yes, nights like these were so casual and so favored that you could remember them even 15 years from now.

One difference was a topic that came up, a topic that sparked out of Jupiter Jim hero movies and a small argument between the brothers, April, and you. The same topic that struck your mind and lingered even as you had gotten home.

“I couldn't just ‘let the world burn’ for one person, why would you even suggest that?”

You had tuned back in to when Raph was in his hero mode. Leo had asked the group a question of: “would you let the world burn for the person you love the most”, And of course that was answer.

Everyone came to a disagreement, except Donnie. He was the only one who didn't answer, the only one who stayed silent when the topic appeared, and looked down at his lap instead, stim twitching his fingers. You noticed, but didn't say anything until you had all left and it was just you and Donnie in the car. The drive was quiet, seeing how he stared the same way he had been at dinner, and you questioned it.

“Donnie?”

“Hm?”

“Would you let the world burn for me?”

And there it was, that look in his eye. The way it darkened, the way it looked almost empty. You felt as if you just asked that question where you would ask if he'd still love you if you were a worm or bug or something. You stared at him as he drove, and he delivered no answer. His fingers tightened on the leather of the steering wheel, the way his knuckles went white from how hard he was gripping, and how his eyes narrowed as if he was contemplating something in that intelligent, messy head of his. You let it go, looking out your window as buildings and lights passed like wind, not going back to pull an answer out of him.

Eventually you made it home, the car shutting off and painting the house in a color as dark as the night that had fallen in the sky. Wind, the sound of cars in the distance, honking of cars and shouts of annoyed drivers, but no Donnie. Donnie was still quiet, unusually quiet.

It wasn't until you made it into the house doors, your coat resting on the holder and your shoes kicked off onto the front door mat to keep the hardwood clean, the weight of Donnies emotions on you. You could barely see him in the dark, the lights weren't turned on when you walked in, and you found it stupid as to why you just didn't turn them on yourself. You heard quiet shuffling, quiet breaths filling the silence in the room that weighed on your shoulders in pounds. You felt two arms wrap around you, turning your body to meet Donnies hold, his grip almost possessive by the way his fingers dug into your sides, pressing into your skin so tightly that it could hurt, if it weren't for the fact you liked it. His eyes were almost glowing if you were looking correctly, and he was looking at you like he wanted to absolutely wreck you. 3 fingers pressed into your sides, one hand sliding up your waist so slowly, like he was worshiping the skin he was touching, like he was trying to process the gold he held in his palms, like he was promising himself something you couldn't pick apart with your own mind and eyes alone. His hand trailed up to your neck, his fingers going to the side as his thumb pressed against your throat, gently pressing, studying the way your pulse quickened and your breaths grew heavy. He processed the way you reacted to how he was touching you, staring at you, admiring you. His eyes searched for you, you could see them moving as you stared, he was still thinking and contemplating, and you wish you could open his mind and just read it like a book, figure out each thought he had and take it as your own. His hand eventually slid up to your chin, squeezing slightly between his fingers, tilting your head up so you could see his gaze more easily, so he didn't have to angle his head so far that it began to hurt. You were pliable under his touch, like warm clay that was ready to bend and shape into whatever he wanted.. He swallowed thickly at the sight of you, how you were letting him do this and not even fighting back. You enjoyed it, he knew that, he knew it was heart that you lived for moments like these. It was still stuck in your head, though, it was still ringing through your mind.

“Would you let the world burn for me?”

That's all you could think of while he stood there and held you. In all honesty, he couldn't quite figure out what made him grab you like this, what made him want to hold you like this, why he couldn't say anything. He was a hero, he was good. He saved lives everyday in New York, the thoughts he's having now shouldn't be there at all, because he's meant to be a hero for a life he didn't even ask to be welcomed into. But you, you made it feel worth it, you made every fight feel like there was something left to do, something that still held meaning in all its glory, and he was so possessive over it. He would do anything to keep this treasure he has, and those thoughts start to seem as warm as the flames that he would engulf this town in if it were you on the line.

“Donnie?”

You ask, seeing how he's disassociated from himself after thinking about you. He quickly regains his mind and connects it back to his body, his eyes fluttering for a quick moment while he tightens his grip again to ensure you're stayed again him entirely

“..Donnie..?”

You ask again. He loved that. He loved the way his name sounded in your mouth, he loved the way it rolled off your tongue so easily, the way it made him feel warm and tingly, the way it brushed his mind and woke him up because it was you and your voice that made him feel so.. so.. everything..

“Would you let the world burn for me?..”

That was it. That was what you wanted. You wanted to have him answer the one question that was wrapped in your mind, wrapping around in your brain and squeezing every other thought out like a raincloud, fogging your mind. He understood that, he knew you needed peace of mind, he knew you needed a question left answered instead of pushed aside. He knew what he wanted to say, what he wanted to feel, how good it felt to go against everything he worked for just to please himself for the way he loved you.

“I'd let the world burn. I'd let the world burn for you.”

He whispers. His tone quiet, his hands tightened, his breath shallow and his heart full of you and only you. But it was only when you realized he wasn't exaggerating when your thoughts cleared, and you blinked back into consciousness.

It wasn't until you saw the city swallowed by yellow orange flames, and him at his knees in front of you, that you knew he was ready to sacrifice everything to keep you. You're his.

[temmtamm]

Yandere Donnie w sweet and introverted nb reader who has difficulties making new relationships, to make matters worse, out of the whole group reader's more closer to donnie

✦〰︎YANDERE DONNIE W/ INTROVERT S/O〰︎✦

(Asks are open and appreciated)

In short, he adores it!! Although he wants you to be more social with his siblings and April that way you can widen your social horizons, he appreciates the dependency.

He also has a hard time communicating with others, which allows you two to stay in his lab for hours and hours on end and he gets your attention all to himself.

He loves to test his inventions out on/with you and sometimes throws some small fits when you have to make a rain check on them as he feels he's owed the attention at times.

As much as he adores your attention, he can sometimes grow exhausted when he needs some time to himself, leaving him to hand you off to his other brothers.

If you have a tendency to have panic attacks when around others you aren't comfortable with, he will quickly erase this behavior and work on trying to get comfortable with you.

He even made a special part in his lab specifically so you can chill with him and even fall asleep if youd like when at the lair.

On the extremely rare chance that you are able to open up and make another friendship, he'd definitely talk shit both behind their back and to their face until he inevitably scares them off.

And god forbid you getting into a relationship with someone else. He isn't found of physical violence when unnecessary, but for your S/O, he'll make an exception.

He reasons all of this with the fact that he doesn't want anyone to hurt or ruin you and by extension, your relationships with people out of his friend group.

In reality though, he just grew far too comfortable with having someone being dependent on him.

Thanks for watching ♥︎

[yanteetle]

Oki uh-

May I request a y/n being cuddly with Donnie as he works? For da fluff?

{And because for some reason my brain finds it a bit funny}

“Let’s stay a little longer like this. Just a little.”

Sorry for the long wait btw! I know this isn't exactly fitting the criteria, but I hope this will suffice for now! I needed to really push myself to complete this piece because of all the 'mini easter eggs' in it, but please know I won't be able to replicate this quality for future sketches! It is much too demanding, and would put a major strain on my workflow. I hope that is okay with you guys, and I apologize for any inconveniences caused from it! I had some fun with this, especially with the subtle references to my older Donnie art and whatnot :)) I'd be really excited if people got the subtle references, because I had fun including them when I came up with the concept for this sketch! Thanks for requesting, and please have a nice day!

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[oleander-nin]

Horrortober Day 30- Lonely(Yandere Rise Donnie x Reader)

A/N, not important: Another one I'll probably try to rewrite, although I'm not sure what more to add. Maybe emotion. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Anger, destroying things out of anger, hinted future bloodshed, kidnapping, dark themes, yan themes

Words: 775

Summary: You left, and it drives Donnie mad

Donnie shifts in his bed, his gut telling him something was wrong. He feels around his bed for you, his heart racing as his eyes open. You were gone. The spot you last were wasn’t even warm, the sheets that once covered you messed and strewn about. Donnie jolts up and moves from his bed, patting the blankets down in hopes to feel you buried under. Not finding you in the mess of sheets, he rushes from his room and moves around the lab, calling your name and searching every nook and cranny. His eyes land on the open lab door and his heart sinks, his hands shaking as he wakes up SHELLDON and sends him off to search for you as well.

It takes painstakingly long, but Donnie ends up searching the entire lair top to bottom three times. Not a single inch was unaccounted for, and more importantly, neither were you. Donnie sits in front of his computers in his lab, seething. You ran. He took such good care of you, and you ran. Donnie shoves the half-finished tracking collar off his desk, regretting not setting you up with the subcutaneous trackers he had for the rest of his family. He curses his want for you to be special, to make something just for you. He should’ve been more careful, shouldn’t have fallen for your lies and your words. You were too willing, and he shouldn’t have believed it was from mutual love.

Donnie pushes his chair from the desk and stands up, screaming out in anger. His heart was throbbing, fury bright in his eyes while shoves cabinets to the ground and listens to the clatter of his tools being thrown against walls. He stays away from his projects, not wanting to destroy his life's work in his fit of rage. His fists clench at his side as he stares down at the mess he made, his tools scattered and shelves emptied onto the floor. He stands there for a moment, just letting his anger roll through him in waves, not trying to calm it at all. You had betrayed him. You ran, despite promising him your heart.

Donnie turns back to his computers, righting the chair and settling into it as he frantically starts to look through everything he could to find you. He gains access to cameras around town, his eyes taking in screen for barely a second before flipping to the next, running your name through databases to see if you had tried to call or book anything in the hours you ran. He searches the files of all the local police stations, looking for any new visits or files that contain you.

Each station was an annoyance to look through, every file having its own access key he needed to break through. He reopens the cameras on his other monitor, glancing at them while he painstakingly searches through every single folder they had online. He clenches his hand as he stares at the dozens of drives he needed to get through, his heart pounding both from anger and the annoyance of needing to cover his tracks lest he get caught.

It takes him what feels like hours, but he finally gets to the last police within a walkable distance in the time you’ve been gone, his eyes flicking back and forth between the cameras open and the files he’s decoding. He pauses when he sees the door to the precinct open, his chair swiveling as he moves to face the screen better. Through the grainy cameras the police station held, he could make you out. You were barefoot and only wearing Donnie’s clothes, different ones than the pajamas he gave you to sleep in. The sweats and hoodie you stole were baggy, both made to his specifications and you didn’t have a shell to help them fit.

The sight of you walking up to the station desk makes him sick, the woman manning the station looking at you with pity as you shake before her. Donnie slowly stands up, moving through his wrecked lab with a quiet peacefulness. His eyes were focused, determination and anger mixing together to form a dangerous concoction. Donnie pulls on his battle-shell and mans his tech-bō, fully prepared to do anything to get you back. You were coming home, no matter how much blood he had to spill.

Donnie takes one last glance at the cameras, watching you being ushered off into the back of the station, his knuckles lightening in shade as he steams. You would regret leaving him, one way or another. And he would make sure you never could again.

[cherrie-post]

"I'm out "-Cherrie

My oc meet Yan rottmnt turtles! Sorry for taking it too long because I have to study for an exam next Monday. I'll see you guys after my exam is over(my exam over date is 25/6). The last image inspired by @yanteetle

[astral--horrorshow]

Around-The-Clock Shadows

Platonic Yandere ROTTMNT x Reader

Info: This will be a full-length fic including multiple ROTTMNT characters, the main storyline revolves around the Mad Dogs

Fic Summary: You sure are likeable, aren't you?

《Directory》

Chapter 5: Shakedowns and Tranq-Downs

Characters: Raph, Leo, Donnie, Mikey

A/N: Sorry for being late! I had a very busy week, so I was very tired and didn't have much energy to write. I kept S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. with his new design, but his old voice, and a slight bias towards Donnie.

If you want to be added to a taglist, just say the word! If you want to draw fanart or make anything based off of this, I would be literally honored. Please don't be shy, I will love whatever you make! If you have any questions about the fic, feel free to ask!

TW: Kidnapping, drugging, mentions of roofies, non-serious hand injuries, toxic relationships, manipulation, condecension, you watch a movie with violence but nothing graphic

I do not condone any of the behaviors found or done in this fic. This story is purely for entertainment purposes. If you or someone you know is being treated like this, please contact the authorities.

Chapter Summary: You are not enjoying watching Lou Jitsu: Teriyaki Shakedown, but you don't really catch a lucky break when it has to be paused.

Word Count: 1926

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"Where's our free grub, noodle man?" One of the actors on the screen said, glaring at the pompadoured head that was turning to look at him sideways.

"Okay, ha, how 'bout some... hot soup?" Lou Jitsu said, grabbing the on-screen mobsters and tossing them in the aforementioned bowls of hot soup, making noodles and broth fly all around the shop.

You were distracted from the movie by something poking the edge of your mouth. You looked to to it with your eyes, and it was revealed to be a spoon with ice cream on it. At least, it used to be icey. Seven hours into the Lou Jitsu marathon the brothers had dragged you to watch when they found out you had only seen one of his many, many movies, and you were barley hanging on, but the ice cream had given much sooner, melting into sugary milk soup hours earlier.

Not that Mikey noticed, because he continued to mindlessly feed you spoonfuls. You didn't mind too much that it was melted, because you were going to need whatever form of sugar you could get to make it through the rest of Teriyaki Shakedown.

You opened your mouth, eating the soupy dessert while Leo tightened his arms around your shoulders. At the start of the marathon, Leo had snatched you and settled you down you on his lap while he sat criss-cross on the chair in the middle of the projector room. This earned him dirty looks from his brothers, but he didn't seem bothered at all. They had attempted to steal you from him a few times, but Leo was persistent. He wouldn't let go of you or entertain his brother's complaints, demands, or arguments.

After another thirty minutes of watching Lou Jitsu beat up bad guys, Donnie's phone buzzed. He almost lazily held it up to his face, but his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates upon seeing whatever text he had received. He immediately jumped up, grabbed the remote, and switched off the movie, earning complaints and shouts from his brothers, but secretly earned your gratitude. You weren't sure that you could take much more of Mr. Jitsu.

"What gives, Donnie?!" Leo snapped, pulling your back closer to his chest and leaning forwards, glaring at his purple-clad twin. Donnie held up a hand at his angry brothers, "Bad news, April texted, and she's going to be over in 5 minutes," he said this with a hint of panic in his usual voice, and his brothers immediately panicked and yelled and dashed around the projector room, tidying things up. "Who's April?" You asked from the chair, now sitting alone on it after Leo had dashed from it. The turtles stopped in their tracks and went quiet at your question for a moment, before Leo answered, "Nobody, hermanito!" He nervously laughed, and the brothers resumed their living-room clean up.

You watched them throw things back into place, so focused that you didn't notice Donnie sneaking up behind you, a syringe in the claws of one of his metal arms. He plunged it into your neck, which made wooziness overtake you. You fell off the chair because you couldn't hold yourself upright, but Donnie's metal arms caught you before you could faceplant on the floor. He held you up as he carried you away, all of your senses fading as whatever drug he had injected into you took hold.

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April O'Neil strolled into the projector room as she had done many times in the past to see three of the the Hamato brothers looking like somebody had yelled "Act natural!" five seconds before she had walked in. Leo was "reading" his favorite Jupiter Jim comic book in Splinter's chair, his eyes unblinking. Mikey and Raph were both hunched over at the table behind the chair, playing chess.

That was when April knew something was up. Those two played chess once and then swore to never touch it again. Raph couldn't remember all the rules and got super frustrated, and Mikey was of the opinion that the game was mind-numbingly boring. "What's up?" April asked, her hand on her hip and her eyes narrowing in suspicion. Mikey snapped his head in her direction, feigning casual surprise, "April! We-did-not-hear-you-come-in!" He said, his words and the way he said feeling scripted, like a laser tag or escape room employee. "Yuh-huh, yeah. What's goin' on? You never play chess!"

The three turtles were now all sweating, beads of it falling down their faces at a rapid pace. Raph held up a finger and opened his mouth, but no words came out.

A wave of relief washed over the brothers when Donnie walked back into the room, casual as ever. "Hello, April," He said, stopping to greet his friend. "Hi there, Donnie," She answered back, turning her attention to the semi-scientist, "Your brothers are acting real-" "Weird? Yeah, they do that a lot. Haven't you noticed by now?" April looked like she wanted to say something more, but kept her mouth shut. She would investigate this later.

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You opened your eyes, your vision blurry. Outlines in your view bounced around like a windows screensaver, the pounding in your head doing nothing to help your vision. You opened your mouth in a silent groan. You had only been trapped in the Lair, as the turtles called it, for a few days, but aside from when they knocked you out to bring you there, this hadn't been the first time Donnie had done this. He claimed he was a genius, so couldn't he make a tranquilizer that didn't make you feel like what adults described having a hangover was like?

You leaned your head back on the desk chair you were sitting on and waited for the headache to wain, and wondered if people were looking for you. Maybe, maybe not. The police probably weren't. People leigons more important than you were going missing, and other crimes were being committed, too. The NYC police force would spare a glance to a random missing teenager when Hell froze over, world peace was achieved, and no packs of gum had been stolen from any pharmacies.

Despite all of your thinking, your headache became manageable in the time of your reflection. You cautiously stood up from the chair and walked a few steps, and when your brain failed to feel like it had a bullet in it, you began to trek around in the unfamiliar part of the lair.

It appeared to be some sort of laboratory, which along with the purple theme, immediately informed you it was Donnie's turf. It was dark, the only source of light being an indigo beam from high up on the ceiling, which you didn't bother to walk to the fancy table in the middle of the room to look up at. You wandered behind the desk you had woken up at, eyes adjusting to the near-darkness, when you had tripped over something large and heavy. Your hands had shot out in front of you to stop you from face-planting onto the tile.

As soon as pain burst across your palms, a door to your far right that you didn't know was there opened, the light from that crept through the doorway and between whoever had opened the door shining in your eyes and practically blinding you.

"What happened?!" The voice, which revealed itself to be Donnie's, sounded shocked with a hint of annoyance seeping in, "You weren't supposed to get up!" He switched on the lights, blinding you further, and rushed over to you. His metal robot arms scooped you up from under your armpits, like how one might hold a cat, and plopped you down on the table in the center of the room.

He turned your hands over to inspect your palms for any visible injuries with a furrowed brow. When he concluded that your palms were only reddened, he relaxed the slightest bit. “I have to get bandages for your hands. Stay here.” He walked off and through another door that presumably led to another part of the lab. You watched his battleshell disappear around the corner, lowering your head and sulking.

“Greetings.”

Your head snapped up to find a purple, aviatic robot flying about a foot from your head. You gasped as your eyes widened, staring in surprise and curiosity. “My apologies, it was not my intention to frighten you. I merely desire to introduce myself. I am S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., I was created by your brother, Donatello, as an assistant to him and your other brothers, and your father, as well.” You didn’t bother to tell S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. that they weren’t your brothers, and that their father wasn’t yours. You had already tried it with the turtles, and they would either shut you down completely or act like you didn’t say anything at all.

“Oh, okay. Donnie made you?”

“Yes, that is correct. He is quite the genius.”

“Okay.”

“Ah, I see you’ve acquainted yourself with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. in my absence.”

You and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. both glanced over to see Donatello in the doorway, first-aid kit in hand. He strolled over to the two of you, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. moving to the side so Donnie could patch you up. He set the first-aid kit down on the messy table beside you, opening it and pulling out a balm of some kind and a single glove made out of plastic, akin to one a doctor would wear. Donnie pulled it on his hand, the other two fingers left dangling as there was no use for them. He dipped two of his fingers in the balm, using his other hand to hold one of your palms up at time as he spread the balm over them. You had to admit, it was soothing.

"Donnie?"

"Hm?" He didn't look up at your face, busying himself with wrapping your palms with bandages.

"Why do you have to use that roofie thing every time you wanna take me somewhere? You could just ask me."

He let out a sigh of annoyance, "It is not a 'roofie'. Roofie's are used by degenerates with malicious intentions. I merely subdue you because you are adjusting to life here and you cannot handle overwhelming visual stimuli that will come with seeing too much of the lair at the moment." He said, as if every Lou Jitsu movie wasn't "overwhelming visual stimuli".

You hung your head again, pouting at his dissmissive answer. He noticed this and furrowed his brow again, lifting your chin with a single finger to make you look at him, "I am doing this for your own benefit. I'm only doing what's best for you." You nodded to get him to stop talking, feeling a ramble was coming on. Normally, you didn't mind rambling in the slightest, but his opinions on your competence in taking care of yourself often left you with hurt feelings and tears in your eyes.

Donnie's phone buzzed, and he opened it to find much more pleasent news for him. "April has gone home. It's time to finish Teriyaki Shakedown, don't you think?" He said, it obviously not being a question despite it's phrasing. "Don't worry, I won't let Leo hog you again." You merely nodded. Maybe after the movie, you would finally get to go to sleep or eat some real food.

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A/N: Be careful, April!

Taglist <3: @yanteetle @yandere-toons @averagerottmntsimp @whyiseveryonesodamnfinetho @writelikenobody @takottai

[f1oricide]

THIS SHIT MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD LMAOOO def what Yan Donnie would do highkey-

[0mysticmidnight0]

~Mystically Broken Au - Chapter 6~

This chapter is very short, sorry-!

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Warning: Heavy ANGST, thoughts about suicide, parent deaths, etc.

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Leo's POV:

What is wrong with me? Why is this happening in the first place? We separate for YEARS and the only time I get back, Donnie gets taken away? I didn't even know that was possible. It was because of them, THEM.

But, doesn't this always make it my fault? I was the one who let him get taken away. Even argued with him.. let his lab get robbed! How could I? I should've died the day I ran out of food. I looked for help. But no one cared to even glance at me.

When I saw some filthy guy scam that old lady. I was about to get all the food I could ever need.. poor guy. He died a jerk. Oh well.

I can't help but think of Dad. Everytime I decide to take a life, I see my dad in the corner of my eye, looking at me with disgust and sadness. As well as guilt.

~Flashback~

That scammer got what was coming to him. I wipe the blood off my odachi as I take a bite out of a piece of fruit.

I see my dad in the corner of my eye. But his gaze wasn't filled with love.

"Is this what you wanted? Don't look at me like that. I had to do it. I hate you. You're just a shell of a man. A HUSK! You have no right to judge me, splinter."

"You're not my son. My son would never hurt another person wheth it be for his survival or not. From this point forward, I have no son with the name 'leonardo'. "

He looked so ashamed. Like I was disgrace. He slowly walked back into the shadows.

"Pops.. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry! Dad! ..."

I felt so small, I found myself in an empty room.. looking for him, just like I did when I was little, when I was scared.

"Dad..? Please come back..!".

~Present~

I didn't realize the tears that stained my cheeks. "pathetic" I murmur to myself. I'm sure my father- No. Splinter, would agree.

I turn my head to see them, looking at me.

"What?"

I didn't mean to say it so coldly.

~Your POV~

When I went to apologize to Leo, I heard him screaming and apologizing, who was he apologize to? I try to get closer to hear. But he saw me, he wiped his tears and looked at me.

It's like he wanted help. Should I help him? What if he pushed me away further? No, I can't let that happen.

"Any progress on finding Donnie?"

He growled.

"You Don't get to call him that."

"Donatello, did you find his whereabouts?"

"No. Not yet. You should leave, we don't need you getting into other people's business. So go home."

"No. I promised I'd help you and I will."

"If you really wanted to help, you'd know what's good for you and leave."

You were about to fight back when you looked at his face, was he pleading..?

"okay."

You replied as you shut the door behind you.

He knew he made a mistake, but what's one more mistake to his already mistaken life? He was a mistake. He knew that. But you.. you still persisted. He admired it.

I got some of the ideas from my friend:

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