#yan!donnie

[lordfreg]

💜Pang in the Heart💜

PT 1: JEALOUSY IS A POWERFUL THING

MAJOR TW// VERY GRAPHIC, YANDERE!DONNIE, IMPLIED SEXUAL ASSAULT & GORE !!

Donatello Hamato was an interesting man. He was very particular; things had to be done in a certain way, scenarios had to play out in a specific order, or he’d get upset.

But all of that was thrown out the window when he met (Y/N).

What an abrasive statement that was, the clear disgust and anger he had for them was embarrassing, almost. They were so charming it was gross, so pretty it made him hurl. They were absolutely astonishing, yet he almost hated them.

But, after getting to know them, he found himself thinking less of hate and more of adoration.

It was strange; he went from not thinking about them at all, to only thinking about them.

Their laugh, their smile. The way they would hide their face in their hoodie when they got embarrassed. The way the created like it was a part of them; their hands glided so easily over the paper and keyboard, that Donnie watched it like a dance.

They were so amazing in everything they did, he was a little jealous.

No, jealousy isn’t the right word. Envious? No. Adoring? Hmm, maybe.

Love?

…Yeah. That was it. He was in love with them. How could he be so stupid? I mean, his symptoms lined up perfectly.

The overwhelming crushing feeling in his chest, like he has being crushed by the Shredder all over again. The thoughts that plagued his mind about them. The sweaty hands as he slowly dragged a finger across their cheek. His flushed face as a stared at them, unconscious.

So peaceful, so helpless.

He could do anything to them, and they would have no idea.

He gave them a tender kiss on the cheek, before leaving their side once more. He looked back at them lovingly, as they grumbled and turned over, before escaping out their unlocked window.

The next day they came over. Date trouble, again. Donnie hated talking to them about that kind of thing. It was so infuriating. How could they not see Donnie loved them?

‘Ignorant,’ Donnie thought, blowing a breath out forcefully as (Y/N) continued ranting about their relationship issues.

“I just have no idea what anyone wants from me!” (Y/N) huffed, flopping on their bean bag. Donnie had made them a small corner in his lab, just for them, decked out in purple.

“Have you tired, oh, I don’t know, talking to this person?” Donnie raised an eyebrow, sitting backwards in his chair.

(Y/N) looked away, “No.”

“That’s what I thought.” Donnie huffed, “Listen, you’re the most beautiful person I know, so if you just gain some confidence, you’ll have everyone!” Donnie cheered.

"You sure?" (Y/N) asked, a slight smile on their face.

"Absolutely," Donnie says, looking at them with this strange little glint in his eyes. "If your looks don't get them, your personality will."

"Awe, thanks, Don!" (Y/N) smiled, "You're a great friend!"

He hated that word. Friend. Tch, was a festering word. He wanted 'boy' to be paired with that word.

"Sure," Donnie said, turning back around with a huge fake smile, "No problem, any time."

He said it like a robot, like he was just going through the motions. His clear disgust for the word, he hid poorly, but it wasn't exactly obvious. He was completely absorbed in thought, completely unaware of the world around him. He did even notice (Y/N) leaving.

After a few hours, he turned around.

"Well, it's finished (Y/N)!" Donnie said proudly, turning around to be faced with an empty room.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)?" He called, "Huh. They must be back at school. No worries! I have a tracker for this..." He said, turning around and pulling up a program on his computer, showing all the small icons for his family.

(Y/N)'s and April's were at the high school, their little icons flashing. Donnie put a lot more effort into (Y/N)’s icon, making it match their amazing face perfectly.

He smiled as he rested his head on his arms, but staring at their icon wasn’t enough. He needed to see them face to face.

Donnie dragged himself off of his chair and activated his battle shell, grabbing his hoodie for disguise and leaving to the school.

(Y/N) was at their locker, pulling out their notebooks. They shut the locker, to be met with Donnie's stupid grinning face.

“AHH!” (Y/N) shrieked, quickly being hushed by Donnie.

“Shhh!” Donnie said, placing a finger to his mouth.

(Y/N) swatted his hand away from their mouth, which hurt his heart a little, “What are you doing here?!” They whisper shouted, giving him a mean stare.

“I just wanted to see my best friend in the world!” Donnie cheered, smiling widely at them. He had his hoodie on, the Sade over his eyes making him look a lot less friendly then he would have liked.

(Y/N) looked at him with a side frown, crossing their arms over their chest and huffing at him.

“Okay, and maybe I wanted to raid the computer lab,” Donnie admitted, tapping the tips of his fingers together shyly.

(Y/N) rolled their eyes and finished putting their book in their bag. A figure suddenly approached them, coming up behind (Y/N) and pulling them into a tight hug from behind.

(Y/N) smiled, laughing as they hugged back, “James, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at the field house?”

“Yeah, but how could I resist coming to see my adorable (S/O)?” The appointed ‘James’ flirted.

Donnie watched in horror as they had a sweet moment together, carefully watching (Y/N)’s facial expressions, trying to pin down what exactly was going on.

It was horrific, seeing (Y/N) be all cuddly with someone else. Someone who wasn’t Donnie.

In that moment; Donnie didn’t know what he felt. Was it jealousy? It couldn’t have been, Donnie doesn’t get jealous! …Or maybe he did. Maybe, he got so jealous that he could slam James’ head right into the locker. Maybe he could continue smashing the hunk of meat into the locker until it was nothing more than a pile of goop in his hands. Maybe he could squeeze James’ brain into a fine paste in his hands, laughing as he did this.

“Donnie?” (Y/N) asked, concerned, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why?” Donnie asked cheerfully, immediately snapping out of his fantasies.

“You we’re just spacey the entire time James was here,”

Oh, Donnie hated that name already.

“And I was just going to ask if you have a problem with him, or anything?” (Y/N) said, tilting their head to the side.

“Ah, you know, I do.” Donnie mentally smiled, a sick, twisted smile. He could just plant a small seed of doubt…

“Why? What’s wrong with James?” (Y/N) asked, looking at Donnie with an almost pleading stare.

“Well, he seems like the type to, how do I put this?” Donnie scratched the back of his neck with fake concern, “Cheat on you? Be unfaithful?”

“Donnie, you’re being irrational!” (Y/N) huffed as the bell rang, “We’ll talk about this more later.” They said hurrying off to class.

“Alright,” Donnie smiled wickedly, “See you then~!”

Donnie had plans for tonight; just plant a few fake texts between (Y/N)’s best friend and their boyfriend, and he should be set.

After the big break up, Donnie had prepared for, (Y/N) came over seeking his comfort. Several times, this had happened. (Y/N) starts dating a guy, something happens between them, they break up, back into Donnie’s arms.

Just, how Donnie planned.

Soon, (Y/N) came in crying one day. It wasn’t normal, break up sobs, it was worse. It was horrible. All the boys sat (Y/N) down, calmed them down, and asked what was wrong.

(Y/N) could barely speak, “I-I was at a party, l-last week…”

“And?” Leo urged, trying to show his concern while not forcing them to answer.

“An-And it happened,” They sobbed.

That was the breaking point for Donnie. That was it. The final straw.

“Who?” Donnie asked harshly.

“J-James,” (Y/N) sobbed harder at the name, hugging Raph tightly.

Donnie nodded, walking into his lab.

“Where is he going?” Leo asked, watching him leave.

“(Y/N)’s his best friend, I’m sure this is effecting him just as much,” Raph soothed (Y/N), rubbing their back.

Donnie stayed in his lab for hours; meticulously charting, plotting, planning and graphing his revenge. It would only be 2 more hours before he could go out and do what he wanted, no, needed to do.

Those two hours zipped by like seconds to Donnie, he snuck out of the lair and reached an alley way of Main and 2nd Street, awaiting his victim. No, not a victim. The only victim here was (Y/N), he was a monster. Donnie was the monster hunter.

“And that’s yer total,” Some scrounged up middle aged guy said, handing James a small baggie.

“Thanks,” James said, taking the bag, “See you next month.”

The scrounge left, letting Donnie creep into the alley way, cornering poor little James.

“How about see you never again?” Donnie suggested, making his presence known to James.

James spun around quickly, gasping when he was Donnie.

“What the hell are you?!” He sputtered, “Some kind of lizard man?!”

“Turtle, and no.” Donnie let out a dry chuckle, “I’m your demise.”

“My what?”

“I’m going to kill you,” Donnie said flatly, taking a step closer before his smile worked itself up again, “And I’m going to enjoy every nanosecond of it.”

“What the hell?” James held his fists up, “You wanna fight, punk?”

Donnie laughed, and laughed harder. Before Donnie could even process what his body was doing, he was on top of James, pinning him down. Donnie’s knee was on his back, crushing his spine, and holding his arms behind his back. Donnie grabbed his head, pulling it back roughly.

“Fight? This wasn’t even a scuffle!” Donnie laughed crazily.

“W-What do you want from me?!” James pleaded, “Don’t kill me, please!”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to touch my (Y/N). You hurt them, badly.” Donnie chuckled, “So now I hurt you. The law of equivalent exchange.”

James begged for his life, even starting to cry, but Donnie could care less. He was hellbent on one thing alone; making him hurt.

Donnie couldn’t even feel his arms, they were numb, but he felt every spark of electricity that shot through his nerves.

Donnie could feel the inhuman force that he was using to repeatedly slam James’ face into the concrete of the alleyway, his screams of pain and the splattering of blood going deaf as he continued.

Donnie slammed his head in over, and over, and over again. James’ skull was already broken, his flesh only being held on by a few tendons left. The side that Donnie smashed in was tore up, James’ jaw being broken open by the sheer force that Donnie used.

Donnie laughed as the earth came back into his world, he felt dizzy and lightheaded. Donnie dropped James’ head and picked himself up off of the body, making note of the tears that were still fresh on his face.

Donnie held a hand to his head, noticing his fever. He dragged a hand along the walls of the alleyway, making a streak of crimson blood on the wall.

“Damn, I have to get home,” Donnie thought of his brothers, “But first I have to clean up.”

After he was all tidied up, he took off running, not even bothering with the body. The police would find it, it would be all over the news and no one would know it was Donnie. Open and shut case.

But he couldn't stop thinking about it.

That all happened 4 weeks ago. Where was the body now? Had the authorities just not dealt with it? Why wasn't the news on top of this cold case?

Now this was driving him truly insane. The waiting, the hours ticking by like seconds and the minutes dragging on for months. Time was an obscure concept to the social isolation Donnie subjected himself to.

Donnie rocked himself back and forth, waiting for any headline to pop up on the topic. It couldn't have taken this long for a cold case to come out, right?

He stared blankly at the screen, gripping the flesh of his face, not even caring how his nails dug into the tender meat of his face. Or how he was going numb slowly. Or how he couldn't even remember what day it was or the last time he ate.

He could only survive so long without water, so he growled as he reluctantly got up and left his lab, going to the bathroom.

He didn't speak once to his brothers, ignoring them completely as he soaked in the bathtub. He went back into his lab, skipping the leftover pizza and going back to sitting in hi chair, staring blankly at the computer screen.

He did this for two days until Raph finally called (Y/N), begging them to come as quickly as they could.

"What?! What?!" (Y/N) called, almost slipped down the latter as they rushed into the lair.

"It's nad," Leo said, not even opening with a joke or a pun, "I-I think Donnie's gone insane."

(Y/N) looked at him with a hint of concern, but mostly confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"He's locked himself in his lab for days!" Miley cried, looking on the verge of tears. "He only comes out for water and food."

Raph takes (Y/N) by the shoulder, whispering quietly in their ear, "I hear him screaming at night, and sobbin' loudly. I don't think that's exactly normal."

They looked at Raph completely dumbfounded, "It's not."

They looked back, determined. "I'll talk to him."

"Be careful!" Mikey warned, a fearful expression on his face.

"I will..." They said, walking to the lab, "As careful as I can."

(Y/N) walked into the lab, peaking in to see Donnie sitting in his chair, rocking back and forth.

"H-Hey, Donnie." They said, walking to Donnie, "Are you okay?"

"Ah!" Donnie spun around, a huge, fake smile plastered on his face. It was almost scary.

"Just the person I wanted to see!" He said, embracing them in a hug. "God, I missed you so much."

"Donnie..." They said, hugging him back, a suprise to their tone. The sudden affection scared poor (Y/N). "Donnie, are you okay?" They asked again.

Donnie looked at them, his smile faulting. He pulled away and aggressively slapped a hand to his face, growling.

"Gah, no!" He hissed, "I-I just need your support..." He said in a defeated voice.

"Hey," (Y/N) pulled Donnie's hand away from his face, holding it for a second. "I can do that." They smiled.

Donnie sighed, hugging them once again. His eyes couldn't help but look back at the monitor, knowing that at any moment, it could pop up on his screen.

"Yeah..." Donnie finally said, "I would like that."

Donnie and (Y/N) laird down on his bed, (Y/N) resting peacefully as Donnie stared at the ceiling. His mind was racing.

At any moment, at any moment! His mind would sat over and over.

Suddenly, a ping came from the computer as Donnie shot up quickly, forcing (Y/N) up with him as they were laying on his chest.

Donnie slowly looked over, suddenly and sporadically jumping up out of bed and rushing to the computer.

He immediately put on the report of the body found in the alley way, watching his crime be talked about.

Donnie watched like he was playing the Purple Game all over again. A wide grin was on his face, completely ignoring his friend as they got off the bed and walked towards him.

"Donnie?" They asked, reaching out to touch him, "Are you okay?"

Donnie turned around quickly, almost making (Y/N) jump back in suprise.

"I did that." He said, his smile quivering. "I did that."

He pointed to the screen.

"The body was identified to be James Lastname, reportedly beat to death by an inhuman force..."

"Donnie..." They said, backing up slightly, "You... You didn't do that, you couldn't have."

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)." He said sincerely, "I killed him, I did it for you. He hurt you, I-I couldn't let him get away with that!"

Each word Donnie took a step closer, reaching out to embrace (Y/N). He looked destroyed by this, utterly miserable. Still, he was smiling and chuckling nervously as he back poor (Y/N) in the wall.

"You..." (Y/N) could barely mutter. "You killed him..." They said, their voice weak and their eyes full of tears.

"I did it because I..." He smiled.

"I love you, (Y/N)."

》remember: your choice cannot be changed.

@yanteetle hope you enjoyed!!

[yanteetle]

Ouu okay so-

Y'know there was this one HC ABT how the normal turtles would react to Y/N falling through a portal from the yandere universe basically try to reverse the effects that was caused by the yanderes— but listen Mikey and Leo can portal right? So wouldn't Yandere! Mikey/Leo try their hardest to get them back with their ✨mystic hands✨

Basically what I'm saying is—

I need a feral drawing of Leo or Mikey clawing their way through the portal in order to get them back- ITS BEEN ON MY MIND FOR TOO LONG I NEEDED TO MENTION IT-

Ahem thank you for your time. 🗿

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"Where do you think you're going? You're crazy if you think I'm letting you get away that easy!"

Pretty ironic when the crazy one accuses you of being crazy, huh? It's been so long since I last posted an illustration, and I'm really glad that I was able to get this one finished in a couple of days after being bombarded with exams and assignments! Sorry for the long wait on this, but I'll be working on Future!Leo after this (as he's surprisingly highly requested!) I decided to go with Mikey for this request because I rarely ever draw him and he needs more love fr <3

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[gornackeaterofworlds]

One of four bay vampires

@avery73 @luckycharms1701

Runs and hides-

[yanyanderes]

The yandere self aware concept is so appealing to me

The guy's falling inlove with the person in another universe? Yes, that's amazing. But, when they're yandere? That's some good shit

Imagine Donnie is desperate for reader to be with them, to the point he builds a machine that's supposed to be impossible to build cause of all the multiverse stuff but hey, he IS in a cartoon world so it isn't that impossible

The reader's so confused when they get transported into the rottmnt world, trying to process the scenerio happening to them while the guy's are so happy to actually meet you! They can protect them properly now :)

Reader getting isolated in the guy's home isn't a far fetched idea. If it guarantees reader's safety, why not?

Hey, why're you trying to leave? We're keeping you safe here!

oooh man, this one’s an old one sent back in october.

sorry it took so long! didn’t have any ideas at the time, so i kinda let this sit in my drafts and forgot to get back to it-

but anyways, this one’s a long one, so i put it under the cut.

“…it actually…!”

“i know… genius… thank me later…”

“…alright? ….been unconscious for…”

“i’m sure… soon.”

the voices all blend together. they all seem so familiar… yet (y/n) isn’t able to pinpoint who they belong to, or where they’ve heard them from, especially when their ears are still ringing.

they groan, their head throbbing in agony. what… happened? one moment, they were watching some cartoons on their laptop, and then…

they manage to pry their eyes open, only to shield them again when a bright light practically blinds them.

the ringing doesn’t stop, but it dies down, allowing (y/n) to hear the voices more clearly. they crane their head to the side and see four figures. three stand off to the side, talking amongst themselves, while the fourth is right next to their aching figure.

as their vision clears, they can’t help but think… are they hallucinating? did they have a concussion? there’s no way this is actually happening…

the figure closest to them seems to finally realize they’ve woken up, judging by the way they call out to the others.

“guys! they’re awake!”

(y/n) tries to sit up, yet the moment they do, they clutch their head in agony, a yell escaping their throat as they curl into a ball.

“hey, hey, take it easy.“

a hand rubs circles on their back. the speaker’s voice sounded so concerned for their well-being… hang on. they know that voice- in fact, they know all their voices!

“it’s you-! ah!”

(y/n) turns their head quickly. maybe a bit too quickly, since the pain quickly gets worse and they clutch their head yet again.

“i just told you to take it easy! here, lay back down.”

large yet gentle hands rest on their shoulders, ushering them to rest. even so, (y/n) stays upright.

“i- i know you! i know all of you! you’re- no, there’s no way…”

do their eyes deceive them? the fuzziness in their eyes slowly dissipates, and-

no. no, they don’t. these are in fact four talking mutant turtles standing in front of them.

“there’s no way, no way! i’m dreaming, aren’t i?”

“no, this is no dream, we are all very much real.”

“but- you’re from a tv show! this- this is so weird.”

“you think that’s weird?! imagine being us! we’re just minding our business, testing out mystic weapons, when all of a sudden we hear cheering!”

what?

“not gonna lie, it was kinda creepy at first, but-“

“but you were so sweet, we couldn’t help but love it!”

mikey wraps his arms around (y/n) and pulls them into a hug, the sudden motion making them woozy yet again.

“you called us cool, you cried when we cried, you cheered us on!”

“you- you heard all that??”

“of course we did! and can i just say, you were absolutely adorable while you were gushing over us.”

it takes a moment for (y/n) to process all this information.

they wake up on a table with a throbbing headache… in one of their favorite cartoons… and now they’re being told the characters were watching them as well.

this is kinda cool, but mostly… really freaky. especially with the way they’re acting with them.

“i- um- thanks?”

(y/n) is admittedly really nervous talking to them face-to-face, especially after learning they had been listening to everything they said about them.

“i’m- it’s a pleasure to meet you, but… how am i here?”

“oh, you have me to thank for that! you see, with me being the genius i am, i managed to construct a machine that could transport you from your dimension into ours!”

he what.

“you… what?!”

“i know! incredible, isn’t it?”

“there’s a way to go back, right?”

“you wanna leave already?”

mikey’s excitement quickly dies hearing (y/n)’s words. he releases them from a hug, and they can see the panicked, almost frantic look in his eyes.

“i mean, it’s really nice meeting you all, i just… have a lot of business to catch up on in my world, and i’d like to get back as soon as possible.”

“but- but- there’s so much we still have to do!”

“and you said you loved us, didn’t you? every time you showed up, you’d be all over us!”

“i know, i just-“

their eyes dart to donnie, hoping he would butt in to help their case. donnie and leo give a quick glance at each other, with leo giving donnie a small nod.

“of course. we understand, pulling you from your dimension and forcing you into ours was wrong, and we apologize. we’ll get to work immediately to rectify our mistake.”

(y/n) lets out a relieved sigh, happy to hear they would be going home soon. though, was it just them, or was donnie acting a bit… off?

they had little time to think on it when mikey’s grip on them returns, this time nearly crushing their ribs.

“donnie, what’re you doing?! they can’t leave yet! raph, tell them they can’t leave yet!”

(y/n)’s gaze flickers over to donnie, who was currently working with the machine that had brought them there. however, they can’t help but worry for the strange noises that emit from the machine…

raph is quick to distract them by stepping in the way, blocking donnie from their field of vision. no matter how they crane their neck, raph seems determined to stay in their sights.

“before you go, why don’t you rest a bit? donnie said something about headaches, are you alright? need me to get you anything? drinks? food? pillows?”

“you can have all the drinks, food, and pillows you want if you stay!”

“but i can’t, i have a life to live! family to take care of, friends to visit, a home to go back to-!”

“this can be your new home!”

the desperation in mikey’s voice only gets more noticeable as he talks more and more.

“we’ll love you, we’ll take care of you! you won’t have to worry about visiting anyone! we’ll give you everything you want!”

by this point, (y/n) had started struggling to get out of mikey’s death grip. what is up with these guys?? they never acted like this in the show!

“i already told you, i can’t-!”

BOOM

they’re interrupted by an explosion off to the side. no. no, this isn’t happening. raph steps out of the way and, to (y/n)’s horror, reveals the completely obliterated machinery that was supposed to bring them home.

“oh dear! it looks like my invention has spontaneously combusted! what in the world could have caused such an unfortunate event?”

(y/n)’s knows that tone of voice. the almost robotic way of speaking donnie uses only when he’s trying to lie. he did this on purpose.

“ahh, such a shame.”

leo doesn’t even try to hide his lack of concern, given his relaxed- almost pleased- expression, and the way he wraps an arm around (y/n)’s shoulders.

“how long will it take to fix that thing?”

“if we’re lucky, perhaps a year.”

those monsters.

“oh well. hey, don’t worry about it! you’ll love it here!”

liars.

“we’ve been getting ready for this day for weeks! we’ve got a room just for you, with all your favorite snacks, and a bunch of games and movies we think you’ll enjoy!”

psychopaths.

“don’t worry, (y/n)! we’ll take care of you. we promise.”

‘take me home’.

didn’t know how to end this-

[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.

[oleander-nin]

The Weight of a Letter(2)

A/N: Guess who forgot it was Wednesday💀. 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.

Taglist? If you want to be added or removed, just say so: @ssak-i @sinister-things @ancreativename @t0ta11y-n0t-cup1d @idiotreblogger

Part 1 - Next

Words: 3233

Content warnings: mentions of stalking and paranoia, technical parental abandonment, elevators, my writing, multi-chap fic

Summary: The first one I received was innocent. Nothing more than a love letter from a secret admirer. But as more letters came, so did the fear and paranoia. Guess secret admirers aren't so romantic after all.

Chapter 2: A Lasting Effort

My eyes drift once more to the clock in the upper corner of the room, every tick of the hands captivating my attention more than the teacher could ever dream of. My leg bounces under the desk, my hands sneaking the supplies on my desk back into my bag, hoping to the stars above I wouldn’t be caught and held back. I jump at the sound of the bell despite my preparation, all caution quickly thrown to the wind as I toss my bag over my shoulder. I catch the tail end of the homework reminder as I dash out of the door, weaving in between the other students and faculty. The simple thought of the dreaded homework made me have half a mind to become a dropout, knowing that it’d be a pain to complete in time. It blew my mind that she had the nerve to assign two pages of notes to go over and solve by the next class, right before finals.

I keep my head down as I run through the halls, muscle memory helping me find my way to my locker. While stopping between each class can get annoying, I really did appreciate not having to drag all of my belongings to every single class. I adjust my bag on my shoulder, wanting nothing more than to drop off the unnecessary supplies and books weighing me down.

I turn the last corner and stop in front of my locker, the click of the dial as it turns soothing my ragged nerves. Right before I get to the last number of the sequence, two hands land harshly on my shoulders. I jump in surprise and my hand turns violently from the sudden movement, cursing under my breath as I mess up the number sequence. I try to pick up the latch, wiggling it around as I desperately try to convince my locker to open, but alas, it stays shut. I slam my palm into the locker, venting out a small bit of frustration before I turn to look at the cheeky-eyed perpetrator.

“Seriously Irma? You couldn’t have waited ‘till, oh I don’t know, my locker was actually open?” I say, my lips pressing together into a thin line. I glare playfully at her before turning to start opening my locker once more, my hands spinning the dial to get the numbers to get the correct numbers in place. The lanky brunette shrugs as she moves to lean up against my locker, her smug grin never falling off her face.

“I mean, would you have rathered me do it when you had your laptop in your hands? I think doing it now was a sign of my humble mercy.” 

I ignore her antics as I finally getting my locker open. I do a small fist pump in celebration, a grin of accomplishment on my face. Her laughter reaches my ears, her being obviously amused by my simple achievement. I bat at her hands that have started to poke at my side, glaring at the grinning brunette once more.

Her babbling chatter reaches my ear as she starts to tell me about her upcoming basketball game tomorrow, her fists pumping up and down in small motions as she bounces on the balls of her feet. I swung my bag so it was in front of me, making it easier to start depositing my supplies into my bag. I mess with the zippers, struggling to get my bag open when the chatter stops and two hands are on my shoulders once more, shaking me violently. I pretend to bite at her hands and she lets go, squealing as she points into my locker. I follow her finger, something catching my eye. In the middle of my locker atop the discarded papers and old notebooks sits a little white envelope, my name scrawled on the front alongside a heart-shaped box. Sitting on top of both objects was a single red tulip in full bloom, the color vibrant and eye-catching. The flowers' delicate perfection amazed me, almost seeming as if it wasn’t real, something manufactured by delicate, loving hands. I set my bag down on the ground next to my feet, my hands grabbing at the objects as if I was in a trance.

The brunette snorts at the sight, laughing as she gazes upon my hypnotic state. Her laughter breaks my trance and I roll my eyes at her, popping open the box of chocolates. I look them over, smiling slightly. It was quite obvious they were homemade, the chocolates muddled and misshapen with a piece of parchment paper lining the inside of the small heart box. My heart melts at the sincerity, it was sweet to know someone took such care to make me something like this. Irma snickers slightly at the sight of the chocolate, bumping my shoulder with her own. “They’ll need to get their money back, those look more like lumps of coal than chocolate.”

I playfully hit her on her side and she laughs, covering her mouth as it turns into a snort. I roll my eyes, sticking my tongue out at her. “You’re just jealous no one made you chocolate too.” I toss one of the sweets into my mouth and let it melt on my tongue as I open up the envelope, caressing the flower in my hand while I read. 

Dear (Y/n),

I was told that getting things off one’s chest would help clear the mind, so I made the executive decision to let you be aware of my interest in you. You have wormed your way into my heart, and while a part of me detests that, I have finally come to the conclusion that this interest I have in you is better than it is worse. The mere thought of you makes me smile, and I want you more than anything in the world. You are the reason I strive to be all I am and I will not disappoint you. You are more special to me than any of my inventions, and despite my efforts, nothing I do even comes close to how you make me feel. A part of me is scared of expressing my feelings to you in a more 'normal' way lest you react negatively, so I chose this method of semi-confession instead. I am not quite ready to reveal myself to you, and this method of expression seems appropriate in keeping my anonymity while still appeasing the need to make you aware of how I feel. You truly are the most important thing to me and one day I will find the courage to tell you properly. I would give everything to you if you asked, I only need you to wait a little longer. I can’t describe my feelings in the way I want to, and I have never been a man of words, so I hope the gifts and the knowledge that someone as great as I is formally addressing his desire for you suffice for now. I learned how to make chocolate for you, and I would do so much more for you given the chance. I know you will not be disappointed when you figure out who I am, after all, there is no one better for you than me.

-Othello Von Ryan

When I notice peering eyes trying to read over my shoulder, I angle the note towards the brunette to make it easier for her to read. I nudge the open box of sweets towards her, silently offering her to try one. They were really good, much better tasting than they looked. Knowing the mystery man learned how to make them just for me made them all the more sweeter. Accepting the chocolate with a grin, she pops it into her mouth as she bends down to see the love letter. She seemed to scan more than read however as she quickly looked back up at me, curiosity painting her features.

“Someone’s egotistical, eh? I gotta admire their resolve though. Let’s just wait to see if they’re as great as they claim to be. Got any idea who it is?” Irma scans the note once more to see if the handwriting was familiar, analyzing every loop and smudge in the letters. A slight frown tugs at the corners of her mouth, unable to match the handwriting with anyone she knew.

“Nope,” I pop the p at my statement, mentally running through all the people I know. The letter was too sincere seeming to be a joke, but I also couldn’t quite trust it. I didn’t know anyone who might write something like this, let alone have the possibility to love me enough to claim such things. “Can’t say I do. Especially no one called ‘Von Ryan’. I’m more concerned about how they got all this into my locker, however. The slits aren’t big enough to fit the chocolates or the tulip.”

The side shaved girl mutters something at my shoulder, and I turn my head to give her my full attention. She looks at me and shakes her head. “Sorry, I’m just trying to think of possible people who wrote it. And yeah, how they managed to get it into your locker is strange, but maybe you left it slightly dislodged earlier?” 

I think back to the earlier passing periods, completely sure I shut my locker all the way. I know I shut it all the way, considering I always jiggle the lock to make sure it’s shut. I had trouble freshman year with people stealing my stuff and I wanted to make sure it never happens again.

But maybe I didn’t do it as well as I thought. Doubt starts to flood my mind as I try to picture how I shut my locker earlier. I couldn’t quite remember if I did it as securely as I usually did this morning, considering I was in a rush. I shrug it off, assuming they might have shoved it in somehow completely ignoring how the chocolate box was way too thick to fit through the small slits, and that the flower would’ve been demolished as soon as someone tried. Maybe tomorrow I can try to see if I can brute force open my locker and check if that’s how the gifts were delivered. 

I put the note back into its envelope and put it into my bag along with the chocolates, being careful not to crush the tulip I was keeping in my palm. I grabbed the rest of my stuff out of my locker as well, carefully checking to make sure I had everything I needed before we left. “Oh well, hopefully I’ll figure it out soon. I mean, the worst it can be is a prank, right?”

My friend nods, shooting me an enthusiastic smile accompanied with a thumbs up. “Yeah, that’s the spirit! You’ll find out who it is soon. And keep me updated, will you? This is so cool, it’s like a bad rom-com!”

I laugh at their excitement, nodding as we begin to walk towards the front exit of the school. I let Irma change the subject to her upcoming basketball game against a rival school. I push the letter to the back of my mind as she gushes about different strategies and such. Figuring out who sent it can wait, after all, it’s only a love letter, chocolates, and a flower. What’s the harm in that?

I push open the front door of the school, holding it open as I bow mockingly. “For you, m’lady.” I tease, grinning at her. Irma rolls her eyes, bapping her palm against my forehead.

“You’re such a dork, you know that?” She states, pushing me to the side of the sidewalk farthest from the road. I stumble into the strip of grass lining the concrete, laughing as I move back onto the path. We link arms, pinkies interlocking as we continue to throw insults at each other in good fun, occasionally shoving each other towards the grass.

We move more into the city area, heading to our shared apartment building. I glance around the area, shrinking back slightly as the hair on my neck raises. The feeling of being watched floods my veins, my hand not holding the tulip moving to fiddle with the hem of my shirt. Irma notices and pulls me closer, looping an arm around my shoulder. “Are you still seeing the shadows following you?”

I nod, sighing. Irma grimaces, gently squeezing my arm. “It’s been 3 months, Y/n. You need to tell someone.”

I shake my head. She made a good point, but what would I tell someone? I kept seeing shadowy figures following me? I always felt like I was being watched? I’d be passed off as crazy or paranoid. It wouldn’t go anywhere. Plus, it’s not like I had proof. My fingers rub at the petals of the flower in my hand, feeling soft against my fingertips. Irma shakes me slightly at my non-verbal no, groaning in slight frustration. “I believe you, if it makes you feel better.”

I roll my shoulders, humming in response as I lean my head against her as we walk. Irma pats my arm in sympathy, her eyes darting across the street for incoming cars or danger. She opens her mouth to say something else, but closes it again. She leans her head against mine, not knowing how to help. So instead, she changes the subject. “Any word from that mystery guy at the dump you won’t tell me about?”

I snort, rolling my eyes fondly. I was thankful for the topic shift, not wanting to discuss my unwarranted paranoia for the past few weeks. “Nope. Haven’t seen him since. At this point, I think he’s hiding from me.”

Irma chuckles at that, letting go of me as she moves to open the door of the apartment building. I duck under her outstretched arm, reaching the door before her. I open it, bowing once more as I grin at her. “Here you are, m’lady.”

Irma shakes her head, moving into the building as I follow behind, letting the door swing shut behind us. We make our way to the elevators, Irma pressing on the call button repeatedly. I stand beside her, bouncing on the balls of my feet in anticipation. “You’re coming to my game, right?” Irma asks, looking at me as the elevator arrives. We stand to the side as a small group of people come out, moving in once they disperse. Irma hits the buttons for our respective floors, her hands running over the braille underneath the buttons in comfort.

“It’s tomorrow, right?” I confirm, looking at the lanky teen. She nods, grinning. My stomach lurches slightly when the elevator starts to move, my back leaning against the wall.

“Oh, it’s going to be so cool! I’m going to beat that stupid school into the ground, they won’t even know what hit them!” Her eyes are filled with joyful delight, her fists moving up and down in a quick repeated motion. I smile at her excitement, happy she’s so pumped for the game. I came to all of her games, there was no way I would miss this one.

The elevator stops on Irma’s floor and she gets off, waving at me as she adjusts her backpack on her shoulder. “See you tomorrow then! Remember, the game starts at 10 o’clock in the morning!”

I watch her walk down the hall as the elevator doors close, moving to a corner of the metal box and pressing my back against it. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I pull and twist at my fingers as the elevator brings me higher, stopping at my floor with a small ding. I exit quickly, making a beeline for my apartment. I unlock the door with the key I kept in my backpack, jiggling the doorknob up and to the right so it actually opens. I take off my shoes before stepping into the foyer, the faded carpet on the ground feeling plush against my socked feet. I try to ignore the bags piled next to the door, the shadows of my parents in their room still packing leaking into the hall. I drop my bag off on my bed, moving to the kitchen with the tulip still in my hand.

I grab an empty vase from atop the fridge, bringing it to the sink and filling it with water. I set the tulip in it, carrying it back to my room. I wipe the vase with my shirt, trying to clear off all the water droplets before setting it on my desk. I look at it for a moment more before leaving my room, shutting the door softly behind me. 

My parents exit their room, both discussing their trip. I step out of their way, letting them cross the hall to put their stuff down at the door. One turns to me, smiling gently. They cup my face in their hands, squishing my cheeks. I try to pull away from their touch but they huff angrily, over exaggerating a pout.

“I’m leaving tonight and you won’t even let me cuddle you? You’re my kid, you can’t pull away.” They say, continuing their assault on my cheeks. I finally pull back enough and they let go, huffing. They pout while my other parents stands at the door, looking over the luggage.

“Is that everything?” They ask, turning to the other who had me trapped in a hug. My captor nods, grinning. "That's all. We're ready to go." They give me one more squeeze before letting me go, moving to grab some of the bags.

My parent who was by the door earlier cross the space to stand next to me, pulling me into a tight hug. I hug back, sighing softly. They kiss me on the forehead, rubbing my back comfortingly. "Don't do anything stupid while we're gone, okay? We'll be back before you know it. You're turning 18 in a month, we'll call you, okay? No parties, and try not to die or get kidnapped while we're gone. We'll be back by the time summer ends."

I sigh, leaning my head on their chest. They pat my back before pulling away, grabbing the rest of the bags before moving to join my other parent who had already left. "Don't be stupid. We love you."

And then they're both gone, luggage in their arms as the door shuts behind them. I stand stupidly in the hallway for a moment more, not sure how to feel. My emotions are high and my hands are shaking, clenched into fists at my side. I stare at the door, a part of me willing them to walk back through, to laugh and joke with me like they weren't going to leave for half a year. Like they weren't going to miss my 18th birthday. I shake my head, turning on my heel and heading back to my room. It didn't matter. They were gone and there was nothing I could do about it but wait. I had all the time in the world. I frown, my lip trembling slightly. I move onto my bed and slide under the covers, pulling the blankets over my head. I promised myself I wouldn't cry.

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

There Are Two Men I Love Dearly

And then the other two that are the exact same guys but batshit crazy

[violetryst]

@yanteetle it would be so awesome it would be so cool

(lmk if you'd rather I did not @ you in the future btw)

I made myself y/n for funzies and realized my touch-averse ass wouldn't be having Leo's touchy-feely love language

individual drawings and a sketch under the cut

she's so done lmfao

I like to think she would post something like: "I laughed at this guy's dumb dad joke and now he thinks we're dating please help"

[r1-jw-lover]

Happy 30th anniversary to Wing Chun (1994) starring Michelle Yeoh being an absolute bicon who kicks misogynistic men's asses and Donnie Yen as a total himbo who drinks his "respect women" juice regularly. It's not perfect but still... Truly the movie of all time!!!

[kaipanzero]

Wing Chun

詠春 (1994)

[yanteetle]

Hello! I am actually still new with Tumblr and I found your account and fell in love with your work! I hope you can find time to do this request! I was thinking of a Yandere Rottmnt Turtles x mutant night light reader......

(Night light is like a mix breed between a Light fury and a Night fury from the movie named How to train your dragons) So April actually introduces the reader to them since they saved her and the turtles are going bonkers for them, interested in the reader and their supernatural powers.....

Hi there! My requests are closed but since you took the time to comment on so many of my posts I decided to do this anyway 🥹❤️ thank you so much for the comments by the way, I loved each and every single one of them!

Okay so although I haven't watched httyd, (aside from the first movie) I'm going off the assumption that the reader is a human-light+night fury hyrbrid. It's a mouthful to say, but that's what I'm assuming from your request!

Okay personally, I feel Mikey would have a much easier time obsessing over y/n this way, and you can find him sketching, drawing or painting them in his sketchbook. He'd be a little violating in his artwork, and if you carefully looked through it you'd see him drawing y/n's scales very accurately... Even if they never showed him all of their scales. Makes you think about how much of y/n he's seen...

Donnie however, is a little less weird and violating, but will be pretty excited and amazed to see Y/n in action, especially seeing how they fight and he even lets y/n be his inspiration for future tech projects! He might even try to take a small sample of y/n's scales... Just in case :) it's not like he's gonna try to make a test tube baby out of y/n's dna.... Right? What would he even need that for..?

Leo would try to ride y/n and make them fly with him at first sight, I'm sorry but he would. He's just annoying like that. But try not to get all buddy-buddy with him. Next thing you know y/n's got a collar around their neck and they won't be able to fly at all.

Raph... We all know he's a little sweetie right? But we often forget he's the well-meaning but bossy older brother that is lowkey really annoying and overprotective. What I'm trying to say is.... He's going to be doing a LOT of coddling. And he won't be doing it in the baby-ish, cutesy way either. He'll micromanage and try to follow y/n's every move, and he'll panic even more if they try to fly away from their issues. (Aka him: he's the issue.) But another route you could go with this, is that y/n impresses him and they quickly become sparring partners. Although, it'll get shut down relatively quickly when he finds out what happens when he doesn't hold back his strength against y/n... Maybe seeing their crumpled body isn't so worth the sparring practices after all... Yikes.

[gornackeaterofworlds]

Ghost Twins for @mermmarie

Click for unfuzziness

[yanyanderes]

(reverse isekai AU but they hasn't isekaied yet)

MC/Y.N : arm being rip out brutally by the main villian in the show and they're screaming and crying in pain

*how/what i think the turtle react/do*

Ralph : cries and sob even louder while squeezing the life side plushie for comfort. Sneer at the villian whenever they pop up on the screen

Leo : shed so much tears while watching. After that he buy/steal a plush of the villian to brutally torment it

Donnie : find every single flipping reason to slander the villian. He despite the villian with an amount of unbearable hatred

Mickey : angst fic material, he'll write a fic of him saving MC/Y.N after their arm got ripped out then having an epic fight battle with the villian which he win ofc

(pls correct me if im wrong-)

oh, you’re right there. very right. and you’re giving me many ideas.

they’re all very close to straight up breaking down when they first see it. now imagine their reactions if (y/n) is ever killed off.

raph is inconsolable. man can’t even speak. the same man who can barrel through walls with no trouble is now sobbing gibberish and hugging a plushie in his bed because his favorite fictional character died.

leo turns the villain’s plushie into his own personal punching bag. and stabbing bag. and slicing bag. bro destroys the thing and puts it back together so he can destroy it again. makes fun of his brothers for being so sad over a fictional character dying to cope with the fact he’s seconds away from straight up breaking down, too.

donnie is this 👌 close to tracking down where the storywriters live and threatening them and draining their bank accounts and ruining their lives, dude has to be locked up to keep him from killing anyone.

character death? what character death? (y/n) didn’t die! is what mikey says as he goes to (y/n)’s wiki page and re-edits it so his self insert revived them from the dead and they both live happily ever after. i wouldn’t be surprised if he taught himself how to animate just so he can animate that scene and keep up the delusion that his version is totally 100% canon.

and now i’m imagining them being isekaid into (y/n)’s world before they’re injured/killed, and they just. kidnap them. no hesitation, no questions asked. no risks. can’t lose them.

[taekwondolifemagazine]

Young Ip Man is a Blast!

Young Ip Man is a Blast! #YoungIPMan @WellGoUSA @HiYAHTV

May 8, 2023 (NYC)– Young Ip Man is a Blast!.  Ip Man has become one of the great Chinese exports, and the subject of numerous films, of the last decade and a half, and the world can not get enough of these action packed, loosely based bio-pics. Young Ip Man (2023), is the latest film in a series of stories about the life and legacy of Bruce Lee’s legendary Wing Chu Master, Ip Man, to hit the US…

[oleander-nin]

Yan!Rottmnt find you sleeping in their bed

A/N, not important: Told you I'd get out more this week. I figured out a system to (hopefully)stop me from burning out as quick. 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.

Tw: watching you sleep, implied kidnapping, yandere themes, Raph overthinking and slight babying, unconsentual touching(nonsexual)

Words: 961

Summary: The Yan!ROTTMNT turtles find you sleeping in their bed, and they didn't even have to bribe you for once.

-Ollie

Mikey:

He’s surprised at first.

You’ve been fighting him on this for so long, despite him trying to reason with you. You hadn’t even touched his bed of your own volition so far.

And yet here you were, curled up in between pillows and blankets and the small rabbit stuffie Mikey had given you when he first met you.

He doesn’t touch you at first, opting to silently watch from a distance.

Has the biggest grin on his face as he coos at your sleeping figure, admiring you.

In his mind, this was a step forward to you accepting him, to you loving him.

Depending on the time of day and what Mikey was doing/how important it is, he’ll either get in bed with you and cuddle you while trying not to wake you, or he’ll sit on his desk and watch you as he draws.

Mikey hushes anyone who walks by, making sure his loud brothers don’t disturb you.

Until he wants your attention.

Then you’re getting dragged out of bed, an excited Mikey holding you in his arms.

You can always sleep later, after all, you obviously don’t care about sleeping in his bed anymore.

Don’t fight it, he knows you better than you know yourself.

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Donnie:

Knew about it as soon as you fell asleep.

Is a bit miffed, especially if you didn’t wash before getting into his bed. He’s big on cleanliness, and will not stand for you making his bed all gross. He has to sleep there too, you know.

If you didn’t wash up first, he wakes you up and makes you go take a shower/bath first, taking the sheets to be cleaned and replacing them with spares as you do so. Drags you back to bed once you’re done, you don’t get a choice now. Plus, if you're so eager to sleep in his bed dirty, you’d enjoy it even better now that you’re clean.

If you were already clean, he leaves you be for now, having SHELLDON keep an eye on you to make sure nothing goes wrong while you sleep if he’s too busy to do it himself.

If he can spare the time however, he goes into his room and sits at his desk, being able to work while still being near you.

If he’s done with his work and is feeling up to it, he’s crawling in with you, collapsing on top of you and using you as his pillow. You’re soft and warm, you should’ve expected this to happen.

Gets pissy if you fight back, considering you most likely awoke when he flopped on top of you.

You should be grateful he’s showing you such kindness, he can always make you sleep on the floor.

Overall, he is quite indifferent about it. He doesn’t need you to sleep in his bed by your own volition, he can always just make you. Thinks nothing of it as you should be doing so anyway.

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Raph:

Very pleased with you.

Seeing you sleeping under the covers of his bed of your own volition, just as he wanted you too was so comforting to him. He almost melted at the sight of you surrounded by his various plushies, one of the bears being held in your arms.

The problem lies with his anxiety, however.

You are currently in his bed, alone. If he leaves, you could get hurt. What if a plush falls on your face and suffocates you in your sleep? What if he leaves and you roll off the bed, breaking your neck? What if you have a nightmare, and he’s not here to comfort you?

Despite what he was doing prior, he drops it to watch over you, not trusting you to be safe on your own as you sleep. There were too many things that could go wrong, too many variables that could lead to your suffering.

No, he had to stay with you, to protect you.

It’s what he’s here for after all.

He tries to stay away for as long as he can hold out, watching you from the opposite end of his room as he sits on the floor, just silently staring.

If it gets too much for him, seeing you there all cozy paired with the worry he has for you, he’d crawl into bed with you. He tries his best to not wake you up, simply depositing your body on his plastron as his arms wrap around you.

Freaks out if he wakes you up by accident, shushing you and trying to coax you back to sleep. You need your sleep after all.

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Leo:

This man’s ego raises so high, you have no idea. Is incredibly smug for the rest of the day(unless you do something wrong after you wake up).

See’s this as a win, thinks you’re finally giving in to him. Takes a photo to commemorate the memory before walking over to you.

Depending on his mood, he’ll either slip into bed with you, or sit on the bed next to you and just watch you while you sleep, enjoying this small step towards your reciprocating love.

No matter what, he drops whatever he’s doing to stay near you, not caring how much his brothers fuss at him.

If he slips into bed with you, he’s full on wrapping his arms around you and clinging to you like he’s never felt the touch of a lover before. Absolutely milks it.

If you wake up from his movements, he just shushes your complaints, refusing to let you go now that he’s with you.

You’re the one who was here first, why do you want to leave now?

Is very proud he’s finally making some progress, he knew you’d come around.

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Yandere Donnie Darko Hcs

A/n: I finally came around to watching Donnie Darko while I was styling my hair this morning. It was so good and omgg HIS CHARACTER!!! Love it 💜 What he voices in where he rebels against authority resonates with me in the most honest and straight up sense, it's crazy.

CW: Characterizing of psychosis without research (I am in no way claiming this is how individuals who suffer some psychosis or with schizophrenic symptoms act or feel like. This is simply a work of fiction and how I see Donnie's mental state affect the scenario), Donnie is actually very tame here except for his obvious criminal record and acts of violence, and YALL HES A MENTALLY ILL TEENAGE BOY so he's a lowkey soft okay. Y'all see him with Gretchen? So caring and passionate ugh, love him sm. <33 I try to write as close to canon as possible, but sometimes that leads to really soft yans and I kind of doubt my writing. Despite that. I like to think that not all yanderes need to be possessive killing machines in order to fit into the troupe. Everyone's got their own way of dealing with obsession, and so I think I did decently with this one lol.

Proof read a few times, so sorry for wordy/run on sentences and possible wonky grammar.

I feel like Donnie is very observant and patient with his darling. He's quite analytical for a teenage boy which leads him to take time to consider the variables that weigh within your possible relationship.

Donnie is still an awkward kid, so dont be surprised when you accidentally find him staring at you for a considerable period of time in class. In school, he doesn't approach you, seeing as the setting is already suffocating enough. He'd try to catch you after school or when you two have a little bit of privacy.

He's kinda shy and clumsy at first glance--- too talkative in his speech and self-aware of his minor fuck ups. Over time, he'll be more open to what he wants with you. Donnie might not really understand how to handle love and all of its complexities, but hell try really hard to make it work.

Yeah, y'all saw how fast he dived in for that kiss in the film?... Embarrassing, but it's true that he's quite excited to show his affection for you. He'll be "so chill with it," and he is to an extent--- not too clingy at all--- but when he's around he gives you guard dog privileges. Stays at your side and defends you from any brain rotting comments made from the guys around the neighborhood. Donnie isn't much of a fighter, but he's damn well capable of planning and executing a crime if it calls for it. One count of arson, another unaccounted for, severe property damage, and murder? Don't doubt it for one second that he won't consider further acts in the future to come.

His psychosis affects him directly when it comes to you--- as it also does with most things. He already feels so shitty with how things are going in his life, Frank voicing the many thoughts he has about you day to day stresses him further. Sometimes Donnie is scared Frank will convince him to hurt you as the countdown progresses. Despite that fear, he can't keep away from you.

This distress causes Donnie to rebel more often. As he spirals down the rabbit hole Frank keeps digging for him, the anxiety that follows with what will happen to you once the world ends lingers late at night in his bed.

Donnie's main love language is quality time. He walks with you from school and chills with you pretty much wherever. He's pretty book-smart, so he'll pitch in with your projects and homework assignments. His parents don't really seem like they care what he does most of the time, so if he's given the chance, he'll crash at your place for a few before they think he's off sleepwalking or some shit.

Donnie already knows he's slipping off the rails, placebo medication or not, Frank stays to stir the pot. He's almost scared, scared to death that you'll think he's an insane lunatic and he'll scare you off. But at the same time, why be scared if it's the truth? He has evidence, the book, and his own visions. That anxiety doesn't go away when he rambles on about the six-foot-tall bunny rabbit and how that thing has led him to the method of time travel.

You're just left there dumb founded as he stares on at you with that deadpanned look. Too late to back out now. World's ending and you don't got a boyfriend. Well, you got Donnie... and Frank's there too sometimes, but either way, you're all each other's got. You don't want to be alone do you? Donnie knows he doesn't.

He trusts you more than anyone else. Yeah he's on meds, and sure he's loony, but everyone knows that already; not that they seemed to care too much anyway. He feels like he can just exist with you around. All that pent up frustration with the looming guilt of his actions festering inside can be washed out like waves on a cold shore. Of course, it's not a cure-all, but it's damn nice compared to the bone headed friends he got and the tense dinner table back at home.

He has scratch paper in his drawers that are just filled with messy sketches of you. Not sure if he'd be the type to use sketchbooks, but he is pretty organized in his own room. Donnie just finds you so easy and beautiful to draw. Art block has nothing on this boy. He hates it when his sisters barge into his room and see any unfinished piece of you lying around. They tease him so bad about it, he wishes they'd just leave him alone.

"Ooo, is this the girl you're always wasting your time with?"

"No, gimme it. It's none of your business, and get out of my room."

"Geez, fine. Not like that's the freakiest thing you got in here anyway."

Donnie wouldn't be the extreme stalking type, but if he caught a glance of you, he wouldn't be able to look away. He'd also take into account what your daily patterns are as well as your likes and dislikes. He notices your little habits like if you constantly apply too much pressure to your mechanical pencil, making your lead break. He's always have had a passive opinion on the school uniform, but you made it look good, great even. Donnie likes it even more seeing you in street wear. He takes note on your style and even thinks of taking some inspiration from it to feel closer to you.

He's sensitive in places a teenager would be in most. He's irritable and closed off much of the time, even to you if it gets bad enough. Of course, it's not your fault usually. It only makes sense to be defensive in the case of anything he may perceive as a threat, even if that means any possibility of you breaking his heart.

Donnie may be a bit shy in his advances, but what he isn't is hesitant. He's quite bold in his thoughts and feelings. While he is afraid of your judgement in particular, he doesn't mind doing many things in front of you. Your collar is crooked, so let him just fix it up real quick. Talk about something that's got him thinking? He's letting his thoughts pour out like it's happy hour. He sees no issue in doing what he wants to, so if you're feeling unsure or nervous about something, he'll be the one to do it for you. Not many questions asked unless it's got his serious attention.

Kisses are passionate and deep. (Tbh when I first watched the movie I was like, "DAMN dont eat her face- shit.") I dont know if Donnie has had previous experience or not, but he's definitely got the enthusiasm. He tries to match your rhythm if you seem to have trouble following. Not too much tongue, but best believe he's devouring your lips like it's the last 6 hours in the universe. His hands are roaming around your body, feeling the dips and curves so cautiously because Jesus, you're just rocking his fucking world. If you tell him to slow down, he will. Donnie never wants to force you to do anything you wouldn't want to.

Words of affirmation aren't really a thing for him. If he says something to you, it was probably on his mind anyway. If you say "I love you" to him, he'd be almost stunned but wouldn't have a problem reciprocating that energy. He just felt like that connection between you two was already clear enough. No need to say it so directly. Although, it's nice. He really loves and cares for you. Would take a bullet for you--- cross his heart till he dies, all that sappy shit.

If you reject him, let's just say Frank and Donnie will be speaking more often. It pushes him off the edge. Frank isn't in Donnie's head just to do evil shit, but it's not like his presence doesn't perpetuate Donnie's behavior further. He wouldn't go on a killing spree or anything excessively violent like that. He'd be hyper-focused on the time travel aspect of his situation and become more forceful in his methods. He'd demand answers to make sense of all of it. To cope with the fact you didn't want him like how he needed you. Why didn't you like him enough? What didn't he do? Actually, what did he do? His mind feels like its on the brink of breaking as he tries to rationalize all the negativity in his life. He's already done too much, his world feels like it's collapsing in on itself before the actual day could even come. You were a majority of that world, and now it's just broken.

Donnie is so distraught and confused about his adolescent experiences, he almost doesn't know what to do. The only thing to do from then on is to focus on the countdown. Time travel, and how to fix it all. Otherwise, not only would he be left alone, but you would be too. Donnie wouldn't want that for you, not ever. Even with all the pain and frustration stowed away inside his still beating heart, he would never wish to hurt you; one of the only people on Earth who didn't suck so much as everyone else did.