ROTTMNT ONESHOTS

Overstimulated. // Donnie 💿

[art by @ashtree !]
This is based on my personal experience as a person with primarily auditory and physical sensory issues. Kinda self-indulgent, so, sorry if it differs from yours!

- [Donnie x Reader//warning; angst, skin picking mentions] -
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     You didn't know what was wrong with you today. You've been becoming increasingly irritated with...well, everything. The only comfort you had right now was Donnie's hoodie that you stole fresh out of the dryer. You're sure he (probably) won't mind you wearing it while he's out. You sit in the lair's living room as you try to decipher what could possibly be the matter. Slept recently ? Check. Been to the bathroom? Yep. Anything bad happen? Nope. Anyone piss you off? Not yet.

     Speak of the devil. Just after you check off the last box in your head, Leo and Donnie walk in, arguing about some bullshit. They're being obnoxiously loud, raising their voices at each other over something idiotic. You pick at your fingers anxiously. You know you should stop, but you really can't. You've been doing it for years as a nervous habit. Sometimes you irritate them until they bleed, which was what was happening now. A small droplet of blood falls onto the arm of the sofa. Your eye twitches. Everything else happening in the room fades out as you go into your own little world. It stays like this for a few minutes before you're dragged back to reality.

     "(Y/N). CAN YOU PLEASE TELL DONNIE THAT LEGALLY BLONDE IS BETTER THAN MEN IN BLACK THREE?" Leo says loudly.

"CLEARLY, THEY'RE A PERSON OF CULTURE. THEY KNOW THE BETTER MOVIE IS MOST CERTAINLY M.I.B 3." Donnie adds triumphantly, gesturing to you in your chair.

     They continue talking loudly in front of you before you cover your ears and shut your eyes tightly, trying to drown out the noise. The two continue arguing, too caught up in their debate to notice your discomfort. You realize how many things are wrong in your general vicinity. The lights are too bright, a seam on your shirt is touching your arm wrong, and it's WAY too loud. A few minutes later, someone taps you on the shoulder. You impulsively slap their hand away. You look up to find Mikey staring down at you. He looks surprised, then hurt, but you can't find the words to explain yourself. You hide your face and quickly race off to find the nearest empty room, ashamed.

     Unfortunately, in your blind dash through the lair, you crash into Raph in the hallway. Being as big as he is, he doesn't really budge much, but accidentally knocks you over. You fall flat on the floor but just lie there, too exhausted to move.

     "Whoa, sorry (Y/n)! You okay?" He asks. Your vision blurs. His voice fades out as you continue to lay on the ground. You jump at the sudden contact when he picks you up without warning. Now fully dissociated, you miss his (many) apologies as he carries you back to the living room.

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     In the middle of Donnie's argument with Leo, Raph runs into the living room, clearly stressed. He's holding (Y/n) in his arms, unsure of what to do. Mikey almost taps Donnie on the shoulder to get him to notice before deciding against it, remembering what happened earlier. Donnie and Leo eventually notice, and rush over to their older brother, worried. (Y/n) has their hands over their ears and their eyes shut tightly. Donnie recognizes this action.

     "Raphael, can you hand me (Y/n) please?" He asks flatly.

     "W-What? Do you know what's wrong with them?" Raph asks, panicked.

     "Yes. There's no time to explain. Please hand them over." Donnie says, holding out his robotic arms to minimize skin-to-skin contact.

     Raph reluctantly hands (Y/n) over. Donnie does the sign for "quiet" to the other turtles and heads to his room, carrying (Y/n). He turns off the light and sets them down on his bed before walking off in search of something.