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I swear to God I don't want to have children-

I swear... 😭

Anyways, The title of this is:

“For every action you take, there will be a consequence.”

This is, What I would say, one of the fluffiest things I've ever done

(This writing contains only Donatello x Reader, this takes place before the first writing)

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Donatello let out an annoyed groan, his brow furrowed and he crossed his arms, looking like he was about to throw a tantrum.

He barely knew how to deal with his emotions in his normal state, but now that he was a baby, he felt like he was like a time bomb that would explode at the slightest mishap.

It didn't help that he couldn't be as productive as before.

Not with MC and Abril monitoring him and his brothers.

He let out a sigh, and began to mentally recite solutions to cope with his situation.

Some steps that he knew very well began to be heard from the distance, slowly, the person who owned those steps stood next to Donatello, looking at him with, what he could assume, It was worry and a little suspicion.

"Is something wrong, little Don?"

It was MC who, while they was asking him, they crouching down a little so they could see the face of Baby Donatello from a better angle.

Baby Donatello looked at they with a pout, his face twitching a little more at the innocent question.

The last thing he wanted was to explode in front of MC.

Even though MC asked him if there was something wrong, he didn't answer, preferring to simply turn around and start walking in the direction of his lab.

MC, not wanting to let Baby Donatello lock himself in his lab for hours like he did the last time he was frustrated about something, they walked behind him, three paces away to keep a distance from him.

Baby Donatello, knowing that MC was going to be insistent, and already having the idea stuck in his head that it was going to be a long day, abruptly stopped his gait, causing MC to stop their steps too, obviously keeping their distance, and turned his body to face MC.

"Oh, seriusly!?"

"Stop following me!" Baby Donatello shouted in frustration, clenching his hands into fists.

MC stared at him for a few seconds, his calm expression contrasting with Baby Donatello's frustrated and angry expression.

Without changing their expression, MC said in a straightforward manner "No."

Obviously their answer made Baby Donatello's mood worse.

Turning around in frustration, Baby Donatello continued walking, only this time, more faster than before.

As soon as he reached the laboratory, he wanted to close the doors quickly to prevent MC from entering.

Unfortunately, MC already knew what Baby Donatello was going to do (since it was not the first time that as a baby and in his normal state, Donatello would close the door of his laboratory without letting anyone in for quite a while), and was faster than him, entering before the doors closed.

Despite that detail, Baby Donatello ignored MC and went straight to a corner, which contained a couple of blankets, pillows and a small mattress, big enough for a child no older than 10 years old.

With heaviness, Baby Donatello walked straight to that place, and just threw himself on the mattress, rolling a little and covering himself like a burrito with the blankets lying on the spot.

With light, almost silent steps, MC approached the small makeshift resting space they had set up on the third day of the four turtle brothers' transformation into babies.

With a quiet sigh, MC sat down on the ground at a moderate distance from that specific spot, not wishing to disturb Baby Donatello so much with his presence.

"Get out" Baby Donatello said as he buried himself a little deeper into the blankets.

Silently, MC got up, but, instead of leaving, they simply walked to the side of the mattress, moved one or another carelessly thrown cable coming from the many machines of the lab belonging to the turtle in purple, and plugged in a small lamp, which had a pattern of stars and moons on it, there was even one or another rocket.

"Get out" Donatello repeat.

"please..."

"..." MC pretended not to hear him beg for them to leave., and continued with their own things.

The light from the lamp was soft, not bright enough to clearly illuminate the entire room, but not dim enough to illuminate nothing but itself.

With every move MC made, Baby Donatello buried himself slightly deeper and deeper into his blankets, as if he wanted to simply disappear into them.

Still in silence, and trying to make as little noise as possible, MC took out a small box of matches, which they had recently bought, in their pocket to replace the empty one in the kitchen, and lit a lavender-scented incense.

They made sure that it was at a considerable distance so that the smell would not be too strong for little Donatello.

Resting the incense on one of the lab's machines, and making sure that the machine's material was not flammable, MC returned to their original place near the small corner where Baby Donatello seemed to want to disappear.

"Will you still not tell me anything?" MC asked in a whisper, leaning their back against the wall, legs together and resting one of their elbows on their knee.

"..." Baby Donatello stayed silent

A few minutes passed in complete silence before MC spoke again.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me what's going on if you don't want to" they mentioned in a sympathetic voice, as if they knew that no matter how hard they tried to push Baby Donatello, they wasn't going to get anywhere.

Seconds passed, and slowly a movement was felt within the blankets in which Baby Donatello was wrapped.

Small hiccups were heard, and slowly a small green and purple figure was glimpsed beneath the blankets.

"MC?" Baby Donatello called they, in a broken whisper, as if he was afraid to break the silence of the place with his voice.

"Yes?" MC replied calmly.

"Why... Why are you still here?" That question caught MC a little off guard, who leaned slightly closer to the, still, lump under the blankets.

"Please, could you explain yourself better, Don?" MC said in a soft voice.

"Why... Why don't you leave when my brothers.... When I demand you to leave?"

"..." MC didn't know what to answer.

"Why do you insist on staying?" Donatello muttered.

"Because I want to, it's my duty" replied MC, who didn't really understand that the question didn't refer to whatever MC was thinking at that moment.

"Scoff... You're only here because it's your duty?" Donatello Said in a faintly frustrated tone, feeling unsatisfied with the answer.

"Yeah, when April introduced me to you and your family, I knew it was my duty, as your new friend, to, at least be there for you when you feel you're about to fall" MC, hesitantly, crawled over, slowly, to the lump under the blankets.

"About to fall?" Baby Donatello asked, not understanding MC's words.

"Yes, when you fall into an abyss," MC started to recite "what you want, is at least one helping hand to help you not to be swallowed up completely" MC, slowly, reached out their hand until their fingertips touched the edge of the small mattress.

Seeing a small green three-fingered hand slowly creeping closer to their own hand, MC, very carefully, and slowly, continued speaking.

"I'm not a warrior, I'm not strong, I don't know about medicine, I don't know about advanced sciences, I don't know how to comfort someone, or even listen to them in the most appropriate way, but, I do the best I can."

When the two hands finally touched the other, MC turned their hand over, and, with their other hand, brought them together, making Baby Donatello's hand between theirs.

Slowly, Donatello came out of the blankets, sitting down in front of MC, his mask was soaked and somewhat wrinkled, a sign that he had, indeed, been crying.

And the tears weren't going to stop, they were just going to come out more slowly.

"I can't promise to always be with you, but I can promise that no matter what happens, I will always be there, for you" MC raised one of their hands to wipe away the tears running down Donatello's face.

"Can I take your mask off?" MC asked, "if you don't want to, it's okay" they added softly, trying not to push the, very emotional, little boy in front of them.

In a way, seeing Donatello so vulnerable, reminded they of when they themselves cried and silently turned away from the other people when they're young.

Donatello, though hesitant, nodded slowly at MC's request.

MC gently pulled away the hand that was still holding Donatello's, and, calmly, untied the knot of Donatello's mask, setting it aside on the mattress.

"You promise..."

"Yes?"

"Promise to stay, with us?" Donatello looked into their eyes, his tears that were getting thinner and thinner, came out thicker again, as if it hurt him to even ask that.

"Sure, why wouldn't it?" MC replied, stroking one of Donatello's tear-soaked cheeks.

"There are a thousand reasons of why you should leave" Donatello said, in a whisper.

"(One of those is that you're not safe with us)" Donatello thought briefly.

"And yet I haven't" MC said, as they continued to caress Donatello's cheek.

"..."

"..."

Donatello looked at MC, his eyes were red from crying, his gaze was a little dull, perhaps due to mental exhaustion and the accumulated stress of the last few days.

In the most innocent tone one could expect from a small child, Donatello, feeling a little more vulnerable than normal (as if he weren't already), asked with a hint of innocent hope.

"Will you stay?"

MC, who couldn't really imagine how tormented and exhausted Donatello was at that very moment to make such a request, responded firmly: "Yes."

Despite MC's almost immediate response, Donatello couldn't help but remain doubtful.

"Even though we're considered monsters?"

"Yes."

"Even though we're not normal?"

"Oh, dear Donatello, no one is normal, it's just that some are unwilling to accept it."

"That doesn't answer my question" Baby Donatello pouted, tears again, they were falling slower and slower.

A small snort left MC's lips at Baby Donatello's comment.

"Yes, I'd stay with you even if it means I'll have to sacrifice my already almost non-existent hours of sleep" MC tried to joke to lighten the mood, which they felt they was able to accomplish when they heard a "snort" from Donatello.

"Don't let your words be forgotten today" Baby Donatello said in a warning tone , sounding serious about it, as if he feared MC would regret in the future, or right then and there, their words.

"Oh dear, I will not forget my words" MC said with a smile slowly growing on their face.

They extended one of their pinkies in front of Baby Donatello.

Donatello looked at they, a little confused.

"With this, I promise not to regret my words, no matter how hard the future may be, and in return, you promise to be more open with your feelings towards others, deal?"

Donatello, slowly recovering from that explosion of emotions, nodded slightly, and, cautiously, entangled, what would be his pinky, with that of MC

"Pinky promise" MC said, their smile barely contained.

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Phew, My eyes hurt from editing this so much.

Anyways, I think, with this my mind is going to be dry for a few days, all my inspiration Was sucked.

Bye 🐢

#baby turtle things in my mind #yandere tmnt #yandere rottmnt #yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere donnie #yandere x y/n

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My arguments in a discussion

#dumb dumb things

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A little preview of what I did recently, maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow I will finished editing

Ideas come and go so fast I barely caught them with my paper net

This count as a spoiler¿?

A few minutes passed in complete silence before MC spoke again.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me what's going on if you don't want to" they mentioned in a sympathetic voice, as if they knew that no matter how hard they tried to push Baby Donatello, they wasn't going to get anywhere.

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"I'm not a warrior, I'm not strong, I don't know about medicine, I don't know about advanced sciences, I don't know how to comfort someone, or even listen to them in the most appropriate way, but I do the best I can."

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"Don't let your words be forgotten today" Baby Donatello said in a warning tone, sounding serious about it, as if he feared MC would regret in the future, or right then and there, their words.

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Mosab Abu Toha, "Interlude", from his poetry collection Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear: Poems from Gaza, available for download here

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I took advantage of making a second part while my brain was still fresh with the idea

—Ugh, how long are we going to be like this Don- Mikey complained, throwing his hands up in the air.

—Yeah, I agree with Mikey, even though we look cute in April and MC's eyes, and we have more time with them now, it doesn't take away from the fact that it's annoying to be a baby all the time.

—I know, I know, I know, I know, but what do they expect me to do? Every time I try to find an explanation at least to this whole situation, April and MC come into my lab to try to get, at least, some information!

—I still don't understand guys, how come you thought this was such a good idea?

—That's the problem, my dear brother, these two fools over there didn't even think of it!- Donatello points to Leonardo and Michelangelo, who let out an offended "Hey!" in unison.

Raphael sighed —Well, whatever, if April and you find out the truth, the blame falls on you three, since you had the wonderful idea and I was just a victim in all this- Raphael points at his three brothers accusingly, leaving no room for any complaints.

Three voices were heard complaining in unison, but without refuting the words of the eldest turtle.

-Well, whatever, it's my turn to carry Aby- Leonardo approached Donatello, trying to take the stuffed turtle out of his hands.

-Don't even think about it, little brother, this stuffed animal fits perfectly in my hands and it's definitely NOT made for guys like you- Donatello said with annoyance, pushing the roughly made turtle stuffed animal away from Leonardo's hands.

—Guys, stop it, don't be childish for God's sake, we may look like babies now, but that doesn't take away from the fact that we are already mature people- Raphael said, separating Leonardo from Donatello, in a somewhat vague attempt to end the discussion.

As Mikey was about to say something to refute Raphael's comment, two distinct hurried footsteps were heard.

Quickly the door to the room they were in was flung open.

In the doorway, MC and Abril appeared, both looking tired and with sweat running down their foreheads.

—There you were, guys- April gasped, stumbling into the room.

—I told you we had to search our homes- MC spoke, shakily entering the room, taking baby Mikey, who was closest to the door, in their arms, and almost throwing theyself off as they sat on the edge of the bed with Baby Mikey in their arms.

—Why are You in the MC department? How did you get to their apartment? Do you know how worried we were when we didn't find you four in the lair when we woke up a couple of hours ago? Do you guys have any idea how terrified we were that something might happen to you out there in the street with all those weird people running around town? Were You guys even aware of the danger You four were in, especially now that you are babies?- April questioned and scolded in an accusatory tone as she pointed one hand at the four little turtles, resting the other on her hip, the four baby turtles ducked their heads and shrugged their shoulders more and more as April continued to scold them.

Sensing that they weren't going to get anywhere at this rate, April let out a resigned sigh, and calmly asked —Are you all okay?-

Receiving an affirmative to that, April took Baby Donatello in her arms and sat down next to MC on the bed, giving a few light taps on the side of it to indicate Baby Rafael and Baby Leonardo to sit next to her.

Heeding April's request, Baby Rafael and Baby Leonardo sat on the bed with they, only Baby Rafael went to April's side, and Baby Leonardo positioned himself in between her and MC.

I will write more tomorrow

Maybe

Or maybe in the next year

Who knows?

Everything comes and goes without rest

#yandere tmnt #yandere rottmnt #yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere mikey #yandere leo #yandere donnie #yandere raph #yandere x y/n #baby turtle things in my mind

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This idea appeared in my head yesterday and now I finished writing it

(Don't let it be noticed that I have a small favoritism for Donatello and Raphael)

I let out a sigh with slight annoyance as I hear a childish "MC!!! Where are you?" Grumbling.

I let out a "I'll be right there, just wait a bit" in response.

I glance over my shoulder at Raphael, who is behind me reaching for a cookie jar on the kitchen counter.

I raise an eyebrow in disbelief as I look at him, as I finish stirring the milk in the last bottle I had in my hands, letting it rest for a moment on the table next to three other bottles, I turn my body and lean against the side of the table, crossing my arms as I ask the boy in the room with me "do you need help?" Despite knowing he was going to refuse anyway.

Said and done, baby Rafael negotiated my help, pouting, as he mumbled what would be an "I can do it myself", returning to his task of trying to reach the cookie jar.

I stare at him for a few seconds in silence, finally deciding to help him.

I walk over to Rafael, and, reach out my arm above him, successfully taking the jar of cookies, opening it and eating one.

I watch out of the corner of my eye as Rafael raises his head, looking at me with wide eyes.

Soon, an embarrassed expression appears on his face.

Still holding the cookie jar in his hands, and finishing eating the cookie I pull out, I hold out the jar, silently telling him he can have one.

Rafael reaches into the jar and pulls out a cookie, mumbling a "thank you" and then whispering "I could have done that myself".

I close the cookie jar and return it to its place on the counter, walk to the table and grab a bottle.

"Here" I offer the bottle to Raphael, who takes it from my hand with his face again red with embarrassment.

I hear another groan from outside the kitchen, again asking for me.

With a sigh, I tell Rafael to follow me, as I take the other three bottles that were resting on the table in my hands.

I leave the kitchen, entering the living room with Rafael following behind me, as soon as he arrived, I see a mess of blankets, pillows, some stuffed animals, and the three remaining children whining in unison.

Well, two children whining in unison, the third one looked like he was holding back tears, his eyes were glassy and he was pouting.

I let out a "I am here!" as I walk into the mess in the middle of the room.

The whimpers die down at the sound of my voice, three pairs of teary eyes land on my figure.

Two of the three babies come running up to me, grabbing my clothes and tugging them a bit, as they let out whimpering comments with their voices cracking from the resent crying.

I wobble a bit from the tugging, trying to keep my balance with the bottles still in my hands.

Baby Rafael notices my little problem and tries to separate the two babies who were clinging to me "Leo, Mikey, stop! They're going to fall!"

The two babies looked at him pouting, but reluctantly obey.

I let out a sigh, looking gratefully towards Raphael, who averts his gaze from mine, pouting and letting out a "hmph!" as his cheeks turned a slight pink.

Returning my gaze to the two babies in front of me, who watched the exchange of glances between Baby Rafael and me with jealous eyes, I offer them the bottles, which they both immediately take and start drinking.

I turn away from them, walking in the direction of Baby Donatello, who looks at me with those big baby eyes.

Feeling a bit captivated by his innocent look and appearance, I calmly offer him the bottle, which he takes out of my hands slowly, as if afraid of scaring me off if I make any sudden moves.

Baby Donatello begins to drink from his bottle and I gently take him in my arms, heading to the living room sofa, which had a blanket on it that was wrinkled and disheveled, perhaps the result of the mess they made when they didn't see me when the three of them woke up.

I fixed the soft blanket with one of my hands with slight difficulty, since I was carrying Baby Donatello in the other.

Once my work was done, I left Baby Donatello sitting on the couch, and went to get the other three babies, carrying them one by one and leaving them on the couch.

I let out a sigh as I finished, as the four babies drank the milk from their respective bottles while watching me with childish curiosity, I began to tidy up the mess in the room.

I put back together the makeshift nest I had made so that the four babies could sleep in it again, tidied up the stuffed animals that were scattered all over the room, leaving them inside the nest, and placed some of the pillows inside as well.

Only a couple of them I took out and left them next to the couch where the four babies were resting.

As soon as I finished tidying up the room, there was a shout in the background.

"I'm here!" It was April, who walked into the living room, carrying a shopping bag with her.

The four babies looked at her intently, not taking their mouths off the bottles.

April chuckled at the image of the four baby turtles.

She came over to me, commented that she bought a couple of things that she thought, hopefully, might help.

As I took the bag with April's purchases in my hands, I sat down on the floor and started unpacking what was inside.

There was the occasional baby toy, baby food, bibs, baby formula and some fruit.

I exchanged a couple of words with April, telling her where to put everything she bought, and then we both took the empty bottles from the hands of the four little turtles and walked towards the kitchen to wash them.

In the kitchen, after finishing washing everything, Abril and I were silent for a few seconds, and then let out an exhausted sigh in unison.

"How many hours did you sleep?" I asked April.

"This week? Only five on the day if i'm with luky" she replied

"How many did you sleep?" she asked back.

"I barely get three or four hours of sleep at a time" I replied tiredly, turning on the dishwasher faucet and wetting my face, trying to erase the signs of tiredness in my system.

I turn off the faucet, preventing the water from continuing to flow, and feel a couple of pats on my shoulder by way of consolation, which were given by April.

"Still not finding anything out?" I ask Abril, looking over my shoulder at her.

She just lets out a sigh and shakes her head.

"It's strange" she says "I can't even get any useful information from the notes Donatello made on this, it's like he doesn't even want us to find a cure for his condition to begin with" April mutters other words under her breath, which I don't manage to hear clearly.

"Let's hope it's only temporary, as much as I love their chubby little faces with baby fat and their very cute appearances, I need to rest for at least about 34 hours to recover from this whole situation" I grumble under my breath.

"Me too, dude, me too" April agrees with me.

"It's a pity we can't get help from Splinter" I lament.

"Yeah, the total lack of information about whether what they have is contagious to other mutants makes almost all the responsibility fall on us" She adds.

Nodding at her words, I walk away from the room, before leaving completely, I say to April "Cover me for a while, this time I'm going to investigate Donatello's lab".

Receiving a discouraged "Yeah, go ahead" from April, I walk in the direction of Donatello's lab.

Inwardly grateful that it was open, I quietly enter the room, looking around to find at least a small clue to whatever is going on with the guys.

I move small prototypes scattered around the room, move Donatello's half-finished inventions, move some small metal boxes that were there, even opening a couple of them.

I went on like this for two hours and a half, trying at all times not to make too much noise so as not to alert anyone.

As I was about to move a couple of wires that were tangled under Donatello's desk, I hear a thud behind me.

I quickly get up, and as I'm about to approach the source of the sound, I hear a sleepy "MC?"

I turn my head to look at the source of the voice, finding baby Donatello standing at the entrance to the lab, yawning a little and rubbing one eye sleepily glued to his body as he carried a turtle stuffed animal I had made myself a while back in his hands.

"Is something wrong?" I can't help but say softly and affectionately as I see such a tender image of him.

I approach him in slow, quiet steps, trying not to startle him.

"No, well... It's kind of... Dumb" Baby Donatello says, trying to avoid my gaze.

I crouch down to his height and extend my arms a little, silently asking if I could carry him.

"It must not be something Dumb if it has interrupted your evening nap" I said quietly.

Baby Donatello nods a little and moves closer to me, allowing me to put my hands around his body to carry him in my arms like the other time.

"So, will you tell me what happened, Donatello?" I press him a little more, trying to get him to give me an answer.

"I just, I had a... nightmare" He answers, burying his head in my shoulder and gripping one of his hands tightly to my clothes, a tinge of embarrassment covered his expression as he told me the reason for his sudden awakening.

I hummed a little in response, already understanding a little of where the conversation was going.

"Do you want me to stay with you in the living room?" I asked softly, adjusting my grip on Donatello's small body.

I felt him nod slowly, and, without another word, I walked in the direction of the living room.

I didn't question how he knew where I was, not even question how I felt the strength of his grip slowly lessen the farther I walked away from the lab.

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Sea turtle launches attacks on a scuba diver cleaning his tank only to be foiled time and time again.

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Me: Okay, Brain. Think about what happens next in this chapter.

Brain: *Skips three chapters ahead*

Me: No, no. This one, this chapter, the one we are writing right now.

Brain:.......*47 scenes forward*

Me: NO

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English added by me :)

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Tumblr is trying so hard not to let me post the funniest lent picture I've ever seen but I don't give up easy