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oleander-nin · 5 months

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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.

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strawb3rrystar · 3 months

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Until you're purple.

Pairing(s): Yandere! Rise! Donnie x GN! Reader

Warnings: Abuse, Reader tries to escape but is caught, Forced isolation, Self-harm, Reader going through mental deterioration, Blood, Toxic relationship/dynamic, alluding to sexual things

Word count: 1,400

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"Donnie-" you start, wincing as he tightens his grip on your wrist.

"How dare you..." He pulls you forward harshly, making you stumble. "Try to escape..."

He drags you into his lab, shutting and locking the door behind you. "Am I not doing enough?" He asks, letting go of your wrist.

"I thought after the last five times you'd learn, but clearly you haven't." He walks over to his desk, looking over his blueprints. There was a long silence before he spoke again.

"You wouldn't mind being a test subject for me, correct?" Donnie asks, glancing at you. He walks over to the locked door that he forbids you from going in.

"I hoped I wouldn't have to put you in here, but clearly I have to take more drastic measures." He holds his hand out for you to take. He was your boyfriend after all, why wouldn't you trust him? You take his hand, letting him pull you forward.

"You know I love you, right?" You nod your head in agreement, as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "Good, good."

He opens the door, pulling you inside. You look around the room when he flicks the light on. A small round rug, a small round mirror on the wall, a cot tucked in the corner, a small bookcase with a handful of books for entertainment, and a door that you could only guess led to a bathroom.

"What is this...?" You ask, Donnie gripping your shoulders, almost uncomfortably.

"Solitary confinement," He replies "I want to test what will happen if I leave you in here for a day. Alright, baby?" He rubs your shoulders soothingly. You were never one to disagree with Donnie, so you nod your head, your throat feeling suddenly dry. You didn't even notice when Donnie's touch left your skin, the sound of a door shutting and locking behind you.

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

It had been a day, right? You had only been in here for a day, right? That's what Donnie said, what he promised to you.

You run your fingers through the fluff of the rug for the hundredth time. If you rub your skin against it hard and fast enough, you could give yourself a rug burn. That thought crossed your mind multiple times. The sound of the door unlocking pulled you out of your trance.

The sight of Donnie made your eyes light up. You immediately get up and rush towards him, tears welding in your eyes as you feel his cool skin on yours.

"Awww. Did you learn your lesson, baby?" He coos, wiping your tears away.

"Y-yes..." You reply, your voice hoarse from not having a drop of water in almost twenty-four hours.

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

You run your fingers over your smooth leg. The patch of skin your fingers touched had turned a purplish blue. The slight pressure of your fingers causes you to wince in pain. You were honestly just glad it wasn't your ankles.

Since your last escape attempt, Donnie's rules have gotten much stricter. Something that you saw coming. But you didn't expect him to be so aggressive. All you were doing was having a short conversation with Mikey and the next thing you remember was Donnie dragging you into his lab.

He really didn't mean to throw you to the ground that hard, or kick your leg till your blood pooled on the floor. He wouldn't stop apologizing while he bandaged your leg. Getting down on the ground and begging for your forgiveness. And you gave it to him, his sweet, naive darling who would do anything for him.

Donnie saved you after all. Saved you from the cruel outside that crawled with Yokai and The Foot. He was your hero, your idol, your savior.

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

You cried, sobbed, curling your knees to your chest. You had messed up and you were back in solitary confinement again. It has been three days since you last felt the touch of your boyfriend. He slips your meals through a slot in the metal door without a word. All this because you refused to wear a collar.

Your eyes moved around the room, landing on the bookcase. You get up from the cot, picking up a decently sized book, with a bright blue cover.

Your screams of pain echoed through the lab, jerking Donnie out of his work. He rushes into the room, finding you on the ground, blood pouring out of your head. Blue cover splattered with crimson red.

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

"My sweet darling." Donnie kisses your neck, his grip firm on the chain attached to the bright purple collar. "You'll never leave me, right?" He presses on one of your fresh bruises, making you yelp in pain.

"Y-yes... Donnie..." You sniffle, and a sympathetic look crosses his face. "Shhh, baby" He holds you close "Don't cry."

Once he calms you down he goes back to kissing your neck, hands rubbing your sides. Donnie's fingers gently lift up your shirt, revealing a slight bit of your lower abdomen. You immediately grab his wrist, stopping him. Your eyes shut as you shake your head.

"Excuse me?" His browbones press together giving you a questioning but pissed-off look. You shake your head again.

Donnie grabs your wrist and pulls up from his bed, dragging you towards the door. That dreaded door. You plead, beg him not to put you in there. But he shoves you in anyway, you land on the ground from the force of the push.

"Too fucking late."

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Donnie didn't even flinch when he heard glass shattering. He assumed you were still mad at him, as you had been banging on the mental door for a few hours now. But when he heard your scream, one louder than when you smashed your head against the book, his body tensed.

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Donnie slowly opened the metal door, finding you in a pool of your own blood. Mirror shattered on the ground, your fist bloody from punching it. The chunk of glass was stabbed into your arm. Large gash running from your wrist to your bicep.

"Why...? Why did you do this, sweetie?" He asks, kneeling beside you, getting a good look at your dazed expression. "You..." He hears you mumble "I need you, Dee."

He blinks a few times, a confused expression on his face. "I don't ever want to be away from you." You say, tears running down your cheeks. He gently kisses your lips "It's okay, baby. I'm here now and I'll never leave."

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

Raph stares at the door to Donnie's lab, debating whether or not he should knock. Even if he did, Donnie refused to answer the door. He walked back out where his brothers were, worried out of his chasm. He watched Leo skateboard on the ramp for a few seconds before speaking up.

"Guys. I'm worried about Donnie. He hasn't come out of his lab in a few days."

"Relax, Raph." Leo was the first to chime in, bringing his skating to a halt. "Yeah, I'm sure he's fine," Mikey says, giving Raph a reassuring smile. "Donnie's probably working on a new invention or something. You know how he is."

Raph takes a deep breath, his mind circling with all the questions he would ask his younger brother if he were here right now.

What have you been doing? Why won't you let us in your lab? Are you hiding something from us? Where's (Name)?

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You press your fingers into the bruise on your ankle, the jolt of pain making your heart beat faster. You look up at Donnie while he works, sitting quietly like he asked.

"Darling, would you like to sit on my lap?" He asks, looking down at you. You nod your head, climbing into his lap. Donnie hugs your waist, pressing sweet kisses to your neck.

You had gotten your way. The metal door was sealed, never to be opened again. You and Donnie spend every day together, whether you're sitting beside him while he works or cuddling. You're always together.

Donnie goes on missions with his brothers and April. While you sit in his lab and wait for him to come back. It had been two years since you started dating Donnie. One year since he kidnapped you started living with him. Six months since your last escape attempt. And three months since you last spoke with his brothers.

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

You looked at yourself in the mirror, purple collar sitting upon your neck. Hickeys and bruises littered your skin. Everything is how it should be.

Everything is perfect.

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froggywritesstuff · 7 months

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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.

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katentines · 1 month

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yandere!donatello x reader. tw; attempted suicide. themes of obsession, violence and kidnapping. proceed with caution!

“you’ve been sitting here for five minutes, and you haven’t touched your dinner… you should eat."

it takes you a few blinks to come back from your dark headspace of static and noise, but you slowly return back to reality. back to the low light of the lab. his voice was like a bitter taste left on the edge of your tongue, but it awoke you from your self-induced daze.

you tugged at the cuffs on your wrist that kept you restrained to the table. your back facing the silver glow of his lab, the light enveloping you like angels scratching at the skin of your back. he noticed your discomfort at the chains and you swear there was a twitch of a smirk ghosting upon his lips.

“it’s for your own good. i can’t have you trying to run off again, can i?”

he doesn't wait for you to respond before adding, “because then you could get seriously injured! or somehow escape! and what would i do without you?”

you want to scoff, but the dry of your throat doesn't allow you to. so, with a voice full of coarse detest, you muttered out a quick “shut up, donatello,” before regretting how shaky the words snaked out of your mouth.

he doesn't reply, only giving a dry chuckle before returning his gaze to his own desk where he continues to work on God knows what.

tonight he gave you chicken, lined with rice and vegetables that you watched his hand crafted machines chop up just minutes before.

“you should eat up, you’ll need the strength for later.” he doesn't look at you as he says this. but you prefer it that way.

you don’t say anything, glaring at the cold metal that dug into your skin. and you don't dare to touch the food even though your stomach aches and twists like a rope, knawing at you for something to eat.

“i’ll be nicer on you with the experiments tonight if you do.”

you reached your free hand up to your neck and traced your fingers over the bruises and scars across your collarbone, slashes across the bone in bane. you swallowed dry air down your throat before breathing out. "you promise?”

“have i ever lied to you, darling?”

“no… but you’ve misled me.”

“i’ve told you before it was for your own good." he spoke as if he was scolding a child, or more so an experiment than a person, and you hated it.

"i suppose it is only in your nature to despise me now, but you'll understand why i'm doing this eventually."

fat fucking chance.

“but enough of my ramblings. eat, please.”

he gestured to the plate in front of you, the plate accompanied by water in a glass and a cheap fork. and by his tone of voice, you knew his words were a demand rather than a request. still you hesitated before picking up the utensil.

you could try again.

try to take yourself out by your own accord. though he might punish you for even thinking about it… the risk worth the promise you're not sure he would even keep in the first place.

...he probably wouldn't keep his word either way. you grasped onto the fork tightly, taking a deep breath and pulling your arm back as far as the chains would let you.

and you stabbed yourself right in the throat.

or at least, you tried.

it stung like a brief needle to the skin, and nothing more. absolutely nothing.

it wasn’t even bleeding…

you hopelessly laughed at yourself, dropping the fork and feeling at your neck, begging for a wound. begging for the bitter sweet touch of blood. you hands grasped around your throat as tight as you could, tears threatening to pour out, but there was no more left to cry.

fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck!

your head felt heavy and your breathing was short, but it didn't do anything to stop the beating of your heart.

he grabbed you hands, pulling them away from you as he chastised you with a dark glint in his eye that you couldn't quite catch in the moment. “you already tried that on our first night.”

“don’t you remember that the utensils are plastic? you don’t think i'd trust you with metal or wooden ones, do you?”

“..no..”

“it didn’t work the first time. did you really think it would work this time?”

“...no...”

“you poor, poor thing. we’ll deal with this later.”

we’ll deal with this later... your breathing was harsh at the intentions his words lead to. it was uncomfortable to even blink, you felt a migraine seeping into your head.

"now, eat." you didn't have the energy to fight anymore with your stomach burning your insides at the stake.

you picked up the fork again, hesitating for a moment. but without another word, you began to eat.

the worst thing about donatello, besides your relationship with him, the experiments tested on you for his own sick work of mind... was that the cooking was good. really, really good.

but he would never touch his own work. he would always place a plate of food for you, and never for him.

he told you he didn’t like to eat, he didn’t need to, he claimed. he often didn't sleep, either.

fucking hypocrite.

he watched you with glee, his eyes lighting up like flames shaping burning glass. watching you indulge in the only pleasure you have besides sleep.

he smirked as you struggled to bring the fork to your lips, both from the shackle and from the feeling of past pain.

“is it good?”

you don’t allow him an answer, not indulging him with more than what you're forced to.

you reached for the water and slowly drank. the cold stung your throat with relief and a painful cough.

tomorrow is another day.

you could try again.

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astral--horrorshow · 10 months

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Involuntary Blood Drive - Yan! Vampire Donatello x Reader

Based on @yanteetle 's wonderful vampire turts art!! I may or may not be planning stories for all of them 👀👀👀👀

This can be interpreted as platonic or romantic!

Sorry if any writing is goofy ahh, my brain was being weird when I wrote this.

Summary: Donatello keeps you as a one-person blood drive

TW: Blood, needles, blood extraction, implied kidnapping, condecension, toxic relationships

Word Count: 568

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You hugged your knees to your chest under the desk with one arm, using the other to hold your hand up to your mouth in an attempt to muffle your breathing. All in vain, for several steel, spider-like arms shot towards you and dragged you out by your clothes.

You were held up by them in front of the very person you were hiding from. You still didn't know if was right to call Donatello a person or a turtle or a mutant or whatever. You refused to look at him, but you could tell that he looked like he always did whenever you displeased him. His arms crossed, with a glower on his face. "There you are. Do you know the time that you wasted? I spent a whole two minutes looking for you," He scolded, "Because you decided that you weren't going to behave, our schedule is off for the whole day. Are you happy with yourself?"

He used a steel arm to grab your face and force you to look at him. He looked at the digital clock on the desk you were hiding under and heaved a frusterated sigh. "I'll let you off the hook this time, but only because we're already off schedule. Let's go." He set you down, but the spider-arms didn't let you go, they only continued to drag you along. "I don't want to! Leave me alone!" You whined as you fruitlessly tried to tug yourself free. Donatello turned around with a dangerous look in his eyes that froze you still.

"Stop fussing. Don't make me change my mind. You're already on thin ice." He flipped around again, continuing to drag you to the main hub of his lab. The vampire pushed you down onto a chair and strapped your ankles and one of your wrists down to to arm and legs. He kept your other wrist free to puncture your arm, finding a vein and sticking a needle in it, akin to a blood drive. You turned your head away from the sight of your blood being sucked through that clear, plastic tube like you always did.

The first time he did this was too soon after your arrival. He had to subdue you with a drug the first few time because you wouldn't stop struggling. He acted like it was because you wanted to be a brat and make things difficult for him. You just didn't want to be there, you had tried to explain to him. He had ignored, as he often did when you tried to argue against his treatment of you. You lowered your head and pouted, which Donatello didn't like very much.

"Hey," He grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him, "Don't act like that. You're alright. You aren't dying or anything."

"It feels like I am..."

"No, it doesn't. Don't be so dramatic."

Donatello removed the needle from your arm once the bag was full, carefully sealing the hole in the bag. He walked over to you when he was done, using his metallic arms to pick you up again, holding you from under your legs. You were carried to the bedroom you were usually kept in and placed in an armchair, Donatello pulling out a water bottle from seemingly nowhere. You drank as he told you to, and you could almost see the slightest smile on his face.

#yandere #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #yandere donatello #yandere donnie #yandere donatello x reader

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betenoir3 · 8 months

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Part two to Under his watchful eye.

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As the sun rose over the horizon,you shifted in your sleep,turning over so you could bury your face into who you believed to be your boyfriend's chest.

His hand ruffled your hair,and in that moment a pit in your stomach formed.The hand that was so gently ruffling your hair had three fingers,not five.

You swiftly snapped your eyes open as you scurried away,going to the edge of the bed as you looked at Donatello,his plastron being covered in blood. Your mouth dropped open in shock as your body froze.Your flight,fight or freeze response and had been triggered,and obviously you had chosen freeze as your eyes locked with Donatello's.

"Now,now,don't be so shocked~"

Donatello sing-songs,his voice having a detectable undertone of malice as his three fingered hand reached out and took your wrist,his grip nothing but tight.

"That boyfriend of yours was a nuisance"

Donatello says,a blank expression on his face,but it soon softens as he remembers how he brutally stabbed him.

"...but now he's gone"

Donatello adds as you look at him,an expression of shock plastered on your face as you shuffle out of the bed,backing away in fear.

"....what?" You ask,your voice soft,and if Donatello wasn't as observant as he is he wouldn't have even been able to hear it.You were shocked,and the first of the five stages of grief had started.Denial.

"You're…you're joking….he can't be dead…."

The words left your mouth as you looked at him,your eyes filled with disbelief.

"Yes,Y/N.Dead" Donatello confirms,his tone neutral as he smirked.To say that Donatello was not enjoying your emotional agony would be a lie.He revelled in it,your sobs made his eyes light up with pure sadistic glee.

Seeing the fact he was enjoying your suffering made you sick.Your fists clenched as you gritted your teeth,staring daggers at Donatello.The second of five stages of grief.Anger.

You seethed as you stared at Donatello's manic smile,his eyes shimmering before turning only a slightly bit surprised when you lashed out.

Picking up a nearby dresser,you hauled the large piece of furniture at him,the adrenaline from this traumatic instance giving you enough strength in order to haul the dresser at him.

Clothes spilled out of the dresser as Donatello's expression went from that of pure manic glee to subtle surprise,but that was quickly overshadowed by anger of his own.

How dare his 'lover' attempt to hurt him!

He easily dodges the oncoming dresser as he huffs in annoyance before taking your wrist in a bone-crushing grip. Your own anger subsided,turning into fear as he held your wrist.

"Now,now pet,let's not be violent~" His tone is full of malice as the sadism in him returns. "I think you need a bit of a….punishment"

With that,Donatello drags you out of your bedroom by your wrist,taking you into your very own basement. The very place you kept your father's prized axe's. Realising what was about to happen,you started trying to make deals with him,trying to convince him out of using the axe's against you.The third of the five stages of grief.Bargaining.

Donatello loved seeing you squirm,trying to get out of punishment,but if Donatello didn't do this,how would his pet ever learn how to behave?

He pinned you to the floor as you squirmed,biting,kicking,scratching as your eyes teared up with frustration as Donatello grabbed one of your father's axe's. "Please…please..no"

You beg as you try to bargain with him,but he doesn't listen,too focused on giving you a punishment as he brandishes the axe he had picked up.He pins your hand down to the cold floor of the basement as he holds the axe up high before coming down.

CHOP!!

Your hand comes off,a clean cut as you start to bleed.The pain is excruciating as you hold your wrist that just pours out with your crimson blood.The smell of iron makes you sick as you gag and roll around on the floor in pain.

You scream and sob wildly,you just keep sobbing and crying as Donatello stared over you. Donatello sighed as he picked you up bridal style,ignoring your sobs as he walked out with you as you wailed.You had reached the fourth stage of the five stages of grief.Depression.

You felt heart-wrenching sorrow,your true love had been killed,taken from you and now you were in the arms of the bastard who killed him.Tears trickle down your cheeks as you let them flow.

Donatello had brought you to the lair during your crying fest,specifically his lab. He keeps you close to him,an unbreakable hold on you as he goes to his work,acting as if he hadn't killed your boyfriend,or chopped your hand off.Although,he was getting annoyed with the sheer amount of blood as he nonchalantly tossed a medical kit in your direction.

Using your right hand,you bandage up the deep wound as best you can with your limited medical knowledge.An eerie silence filled the laboratory,as you were too scared to even open your mouth as you sobbed quietly.

This was your life now,a pet to a sadistic monster,you had solemnly accepted it,feeling hopeless. The final stage of the five stages of grief,acceptance.

Although,this didn't mean you were okay with it,you had just accepted it. You had accepted your position,as Donatello's 'lover'.

#yandere rottmnt #yandere donatello x reader #yandere #rottmnt #ROTTMNT #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt donnie

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yanteetle · 7 months

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TEEEEET OKAYOKAY SO I WAS THINKING....YAN DONNIE VS YAN LEO??? LIKE THE TEA BETWEEN THEM.....

Oh, you mean Yan Donnie and Yan Leo VS Y/n?? Now Let's talk about that <3 /hj

As much as I love the disaster twins fighting each other over y/n, I've seen enough of it that I've gotten a strange craving for them teaming up against y/n. They'd obviously bicker and fight each other still, but when it comes down to business, these twins don't play around <3

Imagine you slip up on an especially important rule (or try to escape) and they start looking at you like this while they decide on what punishment(s) to dish out..

Leo would not hesitate to add fuel to the fire, and it that can only mean that Y/n is absolutely fucked. I will not elaborate any further <3

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f1oricide · 7 months

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Hi would it be alright to request yandere Donnie singing stalkers tango by autoheart while forcing reader to dance with him please

since we all know he’s a theatre kid who likes to dance XD

Love to see what you come up with ^^ also I love your art it looks amazing!

“You’ll never meet another me~”

I HAD SO MUCH FUN DRAWING THIS😳💜

All while I was listening to the song too, hope y’all like it :>

#fanart #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #donnie fanart #donnie x y/n #donnie hamato #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere rottmnt #yandere #yandere donnie #yandere donatello

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Hey so how do you think the rise boys would deal with a crush who finds it difficult to open jars, they experience this for the first time: crush literally tries everything but it never opens and crush gets to a point where they are just like “I’m gonna nuke this thing”. And the boys open it so easily and crush hugs them out of joy?

Hmm. This is cute! But i added a personal spin! I hope you don't mind. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Leonardo

-You were in the Lair and you got hungry so you grabbed a jar of (Any food) While you're trying to open it, Leo grabs a chair and sits on it while he watches you. -This confused you, you had some difficulty with the jar, using basically everything in you saw. To knives, forks, spoons and the table.. -He watched you, laughing and making jokes at everything, teasing you all the way. -You finally sighed and grabbed a drill ready to end this. Leo grabs the jar before you could wreck the kitchen. Then Leo grabs the jar, and easily opens it. Your mouth stood agape. You smiled and hugged him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!". -Then you paused. "YOU COULD'VE DONE THAT THE WHOLE TIME?!" and he just laughs and places his hand on your shoulder.

"Now where's the fun in that?"

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MichelAngelo

-Mikey was walking pass the kitchen when he saw you.. "Hey, you're-" You cut him off. "I can't talk right now, focusing." -Mikey keeps trying to tell you something and you keep cutting him off telling him you're busy. You used every tool in your arsenal, it wouldn't open. -"Why won't this thing open?!" you yelled as you tried using multiple utensils, counter tops, etc.. -You groaned in defeat. "This is impossible.". Mikey grabbed the jar and opened it. You hugged him tight then You gasped. "Wait, how?!"

"You were turning it the wrong way.."

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Donatello

-You went in the kitchen and got a jar and tried to open it, Using basically the whole kitchen. The whole kitchen was a wreck. A messy wreck. -You had lost hope. Until you remembered Donnie made you 4 in one can opener. You ran to your bag and tried it.. It broke.. You just stood there. Feeling like all hope is lost. -You put the jar on the counter and started cleaning the kitchen, once you finished a tired, sleep deprived Donnie enters the room and open the jar on the counter, adding whatever was in it to his sandwich and you stood there.. -You hugged him. He didn't seem to mind, as he uses his metal arms to hug you back.

"What happened to that can opener i made you?"

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Raphael

-He probably offered to open it for you but you refused. -You just continued to struggle with everything, You tried everything! Then you saw Raph kicking and punching a dummy and you stared at the jar, then at Raph. -You continued to try and open it. You already refused Raph earlier, it would be embarrassing to ask now. -You gripped with all your might and you finally gave up. You walked over to Raph and asked if he could open it. He did it with ease. You smiled and jumped at him, hugging him or tackling him with joy.

"Ya' shoulda' told me earlier.."

I Hope you enjoyed!! Have a great day/night to you all! From: MysticMidight

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rise donnie #rise tmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere rottmnt #rise mikey x reader #rise mikey #rise donnie x reader #rise donatello #rise leo #rottmnt leo #rise raph x reader #rise raph #rise raphael #yandere rise of the tmnt

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oleander-nin · 6 months

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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.

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helpfandom · 4 months

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nervously taps you on the shoulder

Hi, soooo uhhh if you're comfortable with topics like these, could you write the yandere ROTTMNT boys with a reader who has PTSD-?? (If you do groups/team-ups, then I'd like this to be one) Platonic or romantic, whatever you want :D

Flinches at the sound of a door opening in a room they're in and at yelling or loud noises, tears up when they're yelled at, gets nervous when someone looks angry or upset, and is terrified of pain. Very affectionate, but doesn't cross any lines, kind, soft, sensitive and compassionate. Projecting? Who, me? ..Yes, actually-

I read the rules and I didn't see anything about stuff like this, so I'm guessing it's alright with you? If it's not, I am terribly sorry, and you can ignore this ask! If it's not against your rules, and you want to write it, take your time! (*´▽`*)

I love you for reading the rules! Thank you for being nice, and as I asked the other anon, would you like an anon name?

@yanderefangirl

They all interact with you differently, but a few things will be the same, so it starts with the same activities they do, and then delves into the characters.

Similarities: They all recognize that this is what you have, and would never make you feel bad about it, but Donnie is the one who realizes first, seeing as he placed a tracker to track your mood and heartbeat, noticing how you flinch at little sounds, and the like. They all wish to find out who caused this to you, and why this happened to their little sibling, however their way of removing that being from your life is quite differing.

Raph: Raph is more babying than his typical Yandere counterpart, and often finds himself speaking softer and more vulnerable around you, trying to show you that it's okay to be vulnerable, and to tell your brothers friends what happened.

Leo: Leo is a lot more comforting, and a lot less cocky than he would be around a typical darling. He creates a tiny little space for them in his room, and lowers his voice rather than his typical scream/yell voice, for he doesn't want to upset you.

Mikey: Mikey is a lot more willing to cross edges or lines he wouldn't find himself crossing with a typical darling. He finds himself a lot more angry and more clingy, wanting to assure you that the person is gone now and to trust your brothers.

Donnie: Donnie is one of the most normal [aka the most like his typical yandere counterpart] and is more technologically giving, putting microphones on things you own to find out why, and finding out triggers [something that Raph and Leo forgot to do] to eliminate them from your life, and to make their home a safer space for you.

No matter what, you just need to trust your brothers!

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katentines · 22 days

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yandere!leo is a show off. he wants you to be impressed by him. he flirts with you, and will court you. but god forbid you reject him... if you say no he becomes hostile and won’t let up. he will get you to say i love you back. he's an emotional, guilt tripping boy. he will get you isolated with his emotions. he’ll play the victim card just to get you to stay with him. he loves you! he trusts you with his whole life! how dare you try to be around anyone else when he’s so vulnerable with you? i’d say he’s definitely a manipulative yan!

yandere!donnie likes to see you suffer and play nurse as a weird form of affection. he loves through little pity. wiping tears away. the dependence and vulnerability, he savors it. he loves a broken bird. it's a possessive thing, to mark and consume the other person as his own. but it is in the act of love that makes it love. you are so fragile. it is amusing. it is tragic. he wants every bit of it. is that wrong? perhaps. but he doesn't care. he has no plans to change it. to change what is established between you both.

yandere!mikey is the kind of guy who will act like you are already his partner! he believes you are already in love with him but haven’t asked for a label yet for some odd reason. but that’s okay! he just can’t get enough of you, no matter how much you push him away, he’ll always find a way back. he will literally stick to your side like a piece of melted chewing gum. yeah he’s a delusional yan. “but we’re in love!” “you are not my boyfriend.” “la la laaaa i can’t hear youuuu!”

yandere!raphie is infatuated with you! he has been for so long, too long, and he always will be. he’s so in love with you and worships the littlest of actions you do. you’re just so... perfect. too good for him. are you even real? he’s an obsessive and a very overprotective yan. and just, please don't ever leave him, okay? raph will always protect you, keep you safe, he promises. you call it dependency issues, he calls it undying loyalty!

#finally giving mikey and raphie a lil love<3 #rise!leo #rise!donnie #rise!mikey #rise!raphie #rottmnt leonardo x reader #rottmnt donatello x reader #rottmnt michelangelo x reader #rottmnt raphael x reader #yandere rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader

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tmntxthings · 9 months

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heyy so I literally got this kind of idea like not really long ago, how about a donnie x reader fic/scenario/prompt where donnie makes a new AI hologram assistant (the reader) but ends up falling in love with them ?? (kind of blade runner 2049 inspired)

thanks ! luv your work (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

一∑ Dizzy・゜・。

author’s notes: so this may not be exactly what you asked for, this donnie is a bit… cagey? protective? overbearing! but hopefully the ending is a good indication that he did indeed fall?? :D

warnings: fluff, platonic to romantic, cursing, very unedited, & super short >.<

word association: sentience, slight yandere!donnie, light projection, holograms, creation, possessive, obsessive, fluff, change, feelings

song: “ Round & Round by Selena Gomez ”

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“Y/n”

Donnie waited for you to appear in his vision as he was glued to a new construct. Both hands busy with small tools that required the utmost care and attention. And patience.

He waited a couple of more seconds before a crease appeared between his draw on brows.

Seriously?

“Y/n!”

Donnie shouted louder. There was no way you couldn’t hear him. He was this close to pushing up his goggles but like magic you apparated in his vision. A tiny version of yourself in the corner of his eyesight, “Yyyessss?”

You drawled, dipping forward dramatically but not obscuring his view of his hands so he could continue his work.

“Where are you?”

Habitually it seemed he had to ask you this. He was like this with Shelldon too. But ever since you started getting curious and venturing out of his lab, he just had to at least check in…

He would have just checked your holo-tracker but his hands were busy at the moment. So calling out your name was more efficient. His wrist tech was voice automated and connected to your system easily enough.

“And why did you ignore my first call?”

He questioned further, eyebrows still drawn. His tongue peeked out between his lips as he carefully pieced together two small bits in the right formation.

“I thought we agreed Donnie. If you didn’t need me, I could explore the perimeters!”

You glitched momentarily, moving from the corner to right in the center of his vision before going back to your original place with a raised brow.

“Yes yes. That was the agreement but addendum six was—“

You groaned.

“Y/n it’s been… how long has it been..?”

He just knew it had to be four or so hours since you last checked in. Which meant he could call! As per agreement! If you didn’t check in then he would worry and a time frame was even added into fine print for this very purpose! Donatello prided himself on thinking of every-little-thing!

“It’s been 30 minutes.”

His eyes widened. Looking at you now and squinting.

No way.

You sighed dramatically as you brought up the time. Sure enough. It was only 2:30 in the morning. Not 5.

“Ah, well my mistake.”

Donnie placed down the tools and pushed up his goggles. The zoomed in version of his project gone, as well as the time and your miniature self.

He could still hear you though with his headphones on.

“You didn’t answer my first question…”

He still wanted to know.

“I think that should be void considering you can just check now!”

Your voice was exasperated but it had a teasing quality.

“I’d rather you tell me,”

“With your brothers!”

“What?!”

No response. “Y/n?” No response still. He grumbled bringing his goggles back down and yep, you were gone. He shoved them back up and shot out of his chair.

Two years ago. Donatello went a step further from robots. A step further from Shelldon, definitely still a very proud achievement of his! You were a hologram program. One that connected just like Shelldon to all of Donatello’s devices and gadgets. But you didn’t have a physical body. You were a pure light so to speak. And while Donnie had agreed for you to explore…he hadn’t really disclosed another sentient being in the lab to his brothers.

Selfishly… Donnie had created you solely for him. While Shelldon had been sort of a prank but definitely for his brothers… you weren’t.

“Y/n.” Shelldon whispered harshly as he peeked out of the doorway from his lab. You were nowhere in the vicinity. He scowled. “If this is supposed to be funny, let me be very clear! It is not!” Then Donnie started to rush with his words while he crept further out into the lair.

“Those dumdums have no idea of your existence Y/n! For all we know they could— I don’t know! Attack?!”

You were radio silent. And it annoyed to Donnie to know end. You were ignoring him on purpose. Dragging him away from work to chase you down. And he would do the dragging this time, right back to his side if he must!

The further he went, the more apprehensive he felt. He could hear music. He could hear hollering. It was not the right cues that said ‘Y/n is just pranking me! They wouldn’t reveal themselves without my go-ahead! Surely!’ Yeah none of that was feeling close to happening right now. Donatello’s teeth ground together as he gave up being stealthy in favor of finally seeing what the fuck was happening.

And boy was he in for a shock.

As he cleared a corner that gave him a full view of the arcade that stretched down a distance away. The DDR (Dance Dance Revolution) was on, bass pumping throughout the room. A beautiful voice beckoning him closer like a siren’s song. Where Raph was dancing on one side. And you on the other.

Donnie stopped short. His breath catching as he watched your hologram dance, when your shoes met the correct arrows your whole body took on a glow of purple, blue, red, and yellow. It reflected throughout your entire being. You hit perfect after perfect, head tipped back in laughter as Raph started to trip up, losing his footing and sweating profusely. You on the other hand would never tire.

You were completely energized. You were having fun! It shined in your eyes. It reminded him of how you were when he first created you. When everything he introduced to you excited you.

Donnie felt like such an ass. Keeping you tucked away from the rest of the lair. From his brothers. From the world! As he watched you now he knew he was going to have to change. Because he surely wasn’t letting you go completely. But maybe he needed to loosen up, him and his contract.

Because he wanted you to be like this more. To smile more. To be exuberant and full of life! And he couldn’t stop smiling as you tilted your head towards him. You didn’t falter, you just smiled brighter and winked as the song came to a close and the points were tallied up.

Of course anything created by Donnie would be extraordinary at dancing. Therefore it didn’t surprise him one bit that you received a maximum score of 10,000,000. What did throw him off guard was the rapid pace of his heart. And maybe a bit dizzy? He hadn’t even been the one dancing!

Yeah this wasn’t good!

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