Splinter: So today, for training, your going to observe the fighting skills of (Y/n) and see what they do right and wrong.
Leo: Ummm sensei, are you sure that their properly trained-
Me: STFU LEO! I gonna fight your dad and that’s it! Now hush yourself!
Leo: 🫥
Splinter: Now child, let’s begin!
Mikey: You got this BabyCakes!
Raph: Hands up shorty, don’t let them damn hands fall!
Donnie: I-I don’t like how this is going to end-
Me: come at me with all you got sensei! I can take it!
5 Minutes Later…
Me: AHHHHHHHHHHH! STOP DRAGGING ME PLEASE!!!!
(Y/n) get thrown across the Dojo
Leo: Oh no-
Raph: HAHA!!! Man can’t stop laughing while on the ground
Donnie: I knew it, their dead… they’ll be surly missed.
Mikey: NO- BABYCAKES NO!!!! PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME, I LOVE YOU! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Me: I’m surprisingly alright- wait… WHY IS THERE BLOOD ON THE GROUND!!!
Turns out, (Y/n) was bleeding profusely from their forehead and didn’t realize it was their blood.
All the turtles: (Y/N)!!!
Splinter: *Whispers* Karma is a real bitch. This is why you don’t touch my last frozen boba…
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stay with me
husband!yuta x fem!reader
synopsis : built up issues with yuta leads to you exploding, with regretful feelings .
genre : married couple, arguing, angst, crying, make up in the end.
word count : 1.3k
"so you don't want to stay with me?"
you unlock the door after another debilitating day of your hellish life. the only thing that would make your day better was yuta. he was like a light shining through a hole. the only way you could escape was to be in his presence.
silence filled the large home, which was a touch unsettling. typically, yuta would always be doing something that would send the whole neighborhood into shock just because of how loud he always was. you expected him to be playing music. seeing as you asked him to fold your laundry before you left for work.
you scanned the house, and finally you opened the bedroom door to a sleeping yuta. you groaned, dropping your purse to the floor.
as you walked over to the bed, you noticed the unfolded laundry still in the same position it had been earlier that day.
"YUTA!" an outburst came out, sending yuta into an automatic upright position. he looked around to see you standing at the end of your bed, enrage displayed all over your face.
"hey y/n, how was today?" he asked sleepily, , you rolled your eyes, trying not to let the tears you felt pent up in the corners of your eyes drop onto your cheek. yuta stood up, removing the covers, only a pair of boxers were present on his tanned figure. he felt a bit uneasy as you just stood there, slowly digging your nails into the palms of your hands. still unresponsive to his question.
"y/n, babe, why aren't you answering?" furrowing his brows as he snaked his arms around your waist. he ran his hands along your back, patiently waiting for you to acknowledge his actions. you felt a tear fall down your face. all of your emotions were just slowly boiling to the top, and you tried to push them back down.
"i--" you started, choking on your words. nothing was able to come out. did yuta really appreciate you? if he did wouldn't he have did the basic task you asked of him. wouldn't he have remembered your anniversary? wouldn't he have chosen you over hanging out with his friends? wouldn't he have been there for you when you lost your job? wouldn't he have been there when you sprained your ankle? wouldn't he have been there to support you through thick and thin?
as you thought about all of those things, stiff as a board in yuta's grip, you couldn't help but just let go. go limp in his arms. you broke down, out of anger, frustration, loneliness, and heartbreak.
"b-babe what's wrong? did something happen at work?"
" i don't know yuta… is there something wrong?" you indirectly questioned him. he didn't understand, he knew work was always stressful for you. but he was just so bamboozled by how you've reacted since the moment you entered the bedroom.
you stood up, walking out of the room without another word. yuta followed you down the stairs in the hallway, and into the kitchen, where he finally decided to stop you.
"can you please just tell me what's wrong? you're not like this…" yuta pleaded for an answer from you.
"you know what, yuta, to be honest, im sick of your bullshit! i-i feel that you're always somewhere else, even if you're right next to me." you retorted, removing his restraint from your wrist.
" y/n--"
" every small thing i ask of you, there's always some barrier stopping you from doing it. but then again, is there really? you literally be a good husband. but no~ for some goddamn reason that's too hard for you it's, it's like im in a relationship with myself."
yuta still a tad puzzled about what could have caused this outburst, so he decided to ask.
" could you at least tell me why you're having such a big outburst?" he began, feeling somewhat angered that you just went off on him.
you exhaled, struggling to gather all the words you wanted to shout at him.
"you. you, yuta nakamoto. you're the fucking reason. do you ever think about that? i doubt it because you're always caught up in something other than your own fiancée."
then it finally clicked.
" is this about the laundry? i can do that right now, i-i was just… kinda busy so i wasn't able to get around to it." he responded.
you walked around the kitchen island towards your couch, where you positioned yourself.
" im done." you said.
" done? with what?" he questioned you, still standing in the kitchen. " y-you haven't even answered my question yet." he walked over to the couch to stand behind you. you turned your body around to face him, tears in your eyes once again.
" i… i just wish you cared about me more, i feel i can't even live with you anymore." yuta's heart dropped. you then stood up from the couch as you grabbed your diamond ring you've never once taken off. sliding it off your finger and shoving it yuta's hand. your tears continued to flow as you walked back up the stairs.
yuta stared at the ring he proposed to you with, a year after you two established your relationship. he felt that he was a good husband. he was patient, he listened, he made you food. but those are basic necessities for any marriage.
he trudged back up the stairs, clueless of how he was going to approach you without another outburst.
yuta knocked on the door to let you know he was there, before opening the door to you under the covers. he walked over to you sitting next to your feet.
" im sorry." he finally announced. that's all you've been waiting for. a fucking apology. but at this point was it enough.
" yuta..." you whispered. he scooted a bit closer to you.
" i don't think i wanna do this anymore."
" h-huh are you being serious? do you really want to get a divorce?" he questioned. he pulled the covers off of you, instantly hugging you.
" so is that really it y/n, you don't want to stay with me?"
" i- i don't think i can--"
"no. no, no i don't care, I'll propose to you a million times. I DON'T CARE. i need you. please you're my only source of happiness." he pleaded, you felt his tears bead onto your shoulder. yuta seemed to be in distress. was this really how he felt? why didn't he show it?
" y/n please.… don't leave me." he stated. you sighed out, your body going limp in his. you two fell back on the pillows, crying in each other's arms.
" i love you." you both mumbled in unison.
" can i have my ring back though?"
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Naptime
Part two can be found here
Image Descriptions: Donnie sits in a chair, wearing his glasses and hoodie, looking tired, and says, "Alright, the hand's done, I added all the modifications you asked for," He then looks toward the "camera," "Tell me if things don't work, and remember to clean it, and-" His eyes get wider, expression becoming worried and confused. A figure sketch shot next shows Usagi pointing at Donnie, standing as Donnie continues to sit, saying, "...Usagi?" A perspective shot of Usagi is then shown, his face in a very tilted 3/4th profile, one side of his face darkened as he points toward and slightly below the "camera." He does not smile as he says, "I'm sorry, Donnie." A close-up shot of Donnie's widened eye, with a creased eyebrow and very small pupil, with the words, "But you need to go the fuck to sleep." And then finally a black screen with the words, "And on the stars above am I going to make you."
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