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Donnie x Reader

Donnie Fears that reader would never love him back because he is not “Normal”

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~See the Sun~

A Donnie x depressed reader Drabble.

A/N: A tribute to @sweetchildcloud , I hope your days are smoother. I hope I can be even a single grain of sand to tip the scales of life in your favor.

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Warnings: mention of starving yourself, self harm, and death. Very light mention, but is very much angst.

Summary: Y/n hasn’t left their room for a while, and although missing them, Donnie was content to give them space!… until he got an alert about their vitals.

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Tick… Tock…….

Tick…..

Tock….

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“Porphyra, pause ‘Ticking Clock Ambience.’” Donnie called out, the noise suddenly getting on his nerves.

“Pausing ‘ticking —“ the system in his lab goes to respond, but he cuts it off, “and turn off Echolalia.” He pauses, “..Please.”

Porphyra computes for a moment, before the sound of the clock stops, “Yes, Donatello.” It says robotically, reminding him that he needed to give Porphyra her customized voice box. He had meant to make her based off April, but then he’d have two artificial intelligences to take care of that didn’t want to help him with anything.

But that wasn’t the main problem.

That wasn’t what made his head burn with curiosity.

It was you.

You hadn’t been outside of your room all day. You mumbled something about being alone, and he respected that, he just missed you… he sighs, thinking he might as well play a video game to get his mind off it. “Porph—“ he cut himself off, seeing the light that had appeared on his screen. His brows furrowed, inspecting the notification curiously— it was a warning, a vitals warning. A vitals warning for you.

“Y/n - Condition may be critical.”

His heart dropped to the floor, skittering as his hand flew to his mouse— investigating the notification. He skim-read and panicked, seeing how many of your needs were being neglected. Your blood sugar was dangerously low, you were tired, caffeine in your system and heart fluttering between fast and slow. He cursed under his breath, standing up immediately as he flipped out his phone.

He flicked to his contacts quickly, pressing the name of his orange-clad brother In hopes he could help.

Calling…

Hkt—!

“Dee..?” Mikey answered cautiously, an evident concern in his voice, “You never call..”

“Mikey!” Donnie voice comes out a little louder than he intended, so he quickly clears his throat, “Uhm.. could you do me a huge favor..?” He coughs when his voice cracks, trying his hardest not to betray how worried he was. “What’s up Donatron?” Mikey answers, eager to soothe his brother’s anxiousness.

“It’s Y/n.” Donnie says quickly, biting his lip before caving, “I think they—” he pauses, thoughts racing through his head, “Could you just make their favorite..?” He bit the edge of his nail, hoping to the gods he wouldn’t regret reaching out. “Of course, Dee! Is everything okay..?” Mikey says gently, mentally throwing out what he originally had planned for dinner. (Thank god he hadn’t started yet.)

“I don’t know Michael..” Donnie mumbled, stopping his pacing around his lab to walk into the main room, looking around for your bedroom, “but I hope I’m about to find out..”

“Good luck Donnie!!” Mikey calls, and quickly hangs up, leaving the purple-clad turtle to his own thoughts. Donnie takes a deep breath, taking off his goggles so they could rest around his neck like headphones. He makes his way to your room, wringing his hands out to cope with his worry. What if they were spiraling? What if they hurt themself? He pressed his lips together in a thin line as he approached your door.

He knocked gently, a pattern you two had made up so you knew who was at the door. He heard sleepy noises, and then the smallest “..come in..!”

He gently pushed the door open, letting in light to your dark room. His heart broke when he saw your face. Tired and eyelids heavy, you were crumbled in on yourself on your bed, your 3Ds next to you as it illuminated soft light. “Heyo..” your voice comes out as a gentle whisper, and he couldn’t help but notice how much disarray your room was in. “May I come in?” He says coolly, trying to stay calm. When you gently nod, he can’t help but wish he had checked in on you sooner.

He closes the door behind him, walks by, and slowly turns on your gradual nightlight. Soft, orange hues fill the room, not too much for your adjusting eyes. He walks over to your bed, analyzing you for any bumps or bruises. “Do you.. want to talk about it?” He sweat drops, this was mostly Dr. Feelings’ domain.. all he could do was use what he knew.

You shake your head, and he looks at his other options, he wonders if it’s something he’s done, but pushes that thought away, knowing this was about you. “You seem like you’re sad..” he states, trying to make an observation like Dr. Feelings taught him to. “Did you want to—“ he fiddles with his hands, looking at the 3DS still glowing from your bed, “hug it out..?”

“You could play your game and I could hold you..” he suggests, raising an eyebrow in hopes that he could be of some comfort to you. He had his comfort hoodie on, so it would be no trouble— in fact— it would be wonderful to hold you.

He finally smiled when you nodded, a sense of relief falling over him. He handed you your 3Ds, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you in. He snuggled you deeply, it was clear he missed you— he wasn’t ever really this touchy.

He opened his eyes, looking to see what you were playing. His eyes drifted to the light marks on your arm, his brows furrowing.

Your scars.

He sighed, he could go on about how unhealthy it was, and how it wouldn’t solve the problem, but they were mostly healed, the only thing he could do was make sure it didn’t happen again.

“Micheal’s making your favorite.” Donnie said softly, his hand gently rubbing shapes into your skin. “I’m not hungry..” you mumbled, and he bit down on the urge to scold you for lying.

“Give me your hand, dove.” He reached out his palm, holding your wrist firmly, but gently. Your fingers waver at his grip, “you’re trembling..” Donnie observes, a slight sadness in his tone, “I’m willing to bet you haven’t eaten in a long time.” He sighed, snuggling your shoulder gently.

“Fine..” you shoot him a glare, but he returns a warm smile, unfazed by your irritation. It surprises you, and you’re left feeling bad for getting angry in the first place. He lifts your wrist, placing a small kiss to your hand. “Please eat, dove.” He requests, and your heart sinks to the floor.

“Alright..” you murmur, and just then you hear a knock on the door.

“That’s probably Mikey.” Donnie explains, smiling brightly. “I’ll get it.” He goes to stand, and your side somehow feels colder without him.

The purple-clad turtle opens the door, and light creeks through. A few whispers are passed between the brothers, and Donnie returns with a plate of your favorite warm meal. “Mikey says he loves you.” He chuckles, setting the dish in your lap before returning to hold you. He sighs, looking up to your face, eye-bags deep and heavy. He lifts his hand, gently brushing your cheek with nothing but love.

“Take care of yourself.” He says, a smile reaching his face, “as strange as it may seem, data shows that certain people.. or turtles.. would be really upset if you disappeared.” He chuckles, and finally— for the first time in a few days, you smile.

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“Also get some Vitamin D, you’re pale as hell.”

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A/n: I know this isn’t very well written, but I hope it makes even a little difference.

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