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Horrortober Day 24- Taken(Yandere Rise Leo x Reader)

A/N, not important: My birthday's in 8 days lol. This doesn't have anything to do with the fic, but I'm really excited because I get to take the day off and it's literally the day after Halloween. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: needles, kidnapping, me trying to write Leo differently, dark themes, yandere themes.

Words: 2017

Summary: Leo's heart's in the right place. It always was.

You shift in the chair you were tied to, familiar wooden structure being the same one used for Casey just a few months before. You never imagined yourself in it, especially not tied down. Your head was still spinning from the hard drugs going through your system, the sleep refusing to leave your mind as you fight to stay conscious even now. Leo stands in front of you, his shell against the door of his room. His eyes are cautious, a smile on his face that’s hiding the nervousness in his posture. Neither of you had spoken since you awoke, your mind too hazy to fully understand what was going on.

You try to move your arms again, looking surprised when they don’t come up. The rope dug into your skin, the ties much tighter than necessary to keep you still. Your lidded eyes turn back to Leo, your mouth opening then closing again as you try to speak.

“Why am I here?” You mumble out, your voice heavy and slurred. Leo taps his foot on the ground, not wanting to answer immediately. He seemed unsure, like he was still trying to justify to himself why you, his best friend, was tied to a chair in his room. You let your head fall back against the small bit of wall Leo was able to push you against, your eyes closing again as you try to convince the sleepy feeling to fade. The haze in your mind was slowly dissipating, but it was taking too long for your liking.

“You got hurt.” Leo finally answers, making your head perk up to look at him. You blink slowly at him, trying to decipher what he meant. You look down at your legs, seeing the dark bruises still papered over them like a toddlers attempt at painting. Each one was mottled and ugly, dark stains upon your skin. In this moment, you could barely remember where they had come from, only small instances of people crying your name coming to mind. You look back up at Leo, still uncertain how the bruises tainting your legs(and your arms from the feel of it) contributed to you being here.

Leo seems to understand the look of confusion you shoot him, his soft smile turning into a reserved frown. He taps the floor with his foot for a minute, the cogs behind his eyes turning as he comes up with a way to explain his reasoning while keeping you calm.

“You almost died yesterday,” Leo starts, his voice pained. He pushes off the wall and walks towards you, sinking to his knees as his hands rest on yours. You feel him rub the exposed skin of the back of your hand, your glassy eyes, staring down as you try to remember what he was talking about. Yesterday was a blur to you, only faint words and pain being the placeholders for that day in your mind. Leo swallows, his hands squeezing yours. “I’m not going to risk losing you like that ever again. So you’re staying here.”

Leo’s lips pull back into a small smile, ignoring your stunned face. “It’ll be fun! Like, a permanent sleepover. I’ll teach you how to properly skate, you can have whatever side of the bed you like, and you’ll get to eat Mikey’s great cooking every day. It’s not so bad.”

You stay quiet, just staring down at Leo as his smile slowly drops again, his brow line scrunched in worry. One of his hands moves to cup your face, his thumb gently rubbing your cheek while he softly coos at you. You weren’t sure how to feel about this, half of you feeling it to be a cruel prank while the other… His eyes were too genuine to be fibbing, and he’d never do something like this as a prank. Not to you.

“Leo?” You mumble, blinking slowly at him as the fog slowly starts to seep out of your brain. Something was wrong. Everything was wrong. Leo’s touch burned rather than comforted, but you couldn’t even move away. “What’s going on? I don’t like this.”

Leo lets out a slow breath, still rubbing your face. He looked agitated at your words, but was still holding a soft patience for you. You couldn’t help but be upset, knowing he was treating you like a helpless child. “I know. I know, but you have to listen to me. I’m… You don’t get a choice in this. I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”

Leo’s face is one of pity, like this really was something he felt was a hard but necessary thing to do. You move in the chair, hissing as the fibers of the rope dig into your skin. Leo frowns, moving from a kneel to a bowed stand as he steadies your shoulders to get you to be still. Your face scrunches up into hurt and fear as the situation starts to weigh down on you, your eyes glistening with panicked tears that weren’t ready to fall.

"How can you do this to me? I thought you were my friend!" You say, your breathing getting more and more panicked as you struggle. This was insane, Leo was insane. 

Leo frowns, his hands cupping yours as he forces you to be still from the shock of the sudden touch. His eyes bore into yours, his determined gaze unyielding. “We are friends. I’m doing this for you. Don’t you know how much I love you? How much I care?”

You whine and look away, not liking how pathetic you felt in the moment. Your brain searches for something to say, for something to get him to drop the act and let you go.

"What if someone did this to Mikey?"

Leo scoffs, a near laugh coming from his mouth as his head tilts back. He’s grinning one more, finding you amusing. You felt sick with how much it reminded you of just last week, back when you didn’t even know this was brewing just under the surface. Leo lets his grin spread lazily across his face, his posture more relaxed while he continues to caress your cheeks like he was in a trance. "Mikey would never be in this situation. Plus, if he was, he’d escape and then we’d kill whoever tried." 

"So you admit this is wrong?" I point out, hoping he would now realize how hypocritical he was being.

Leo chuckles again, squashing your wishful thinking. He lets go of your face once more, pushing up on his knees as he stands up. “Nope! I know what I’m doing. Plus, you’re here because I love and care for you, not because I want to do something bad to you. You’re safe here.”

You stay quiet, staring at him in disbelief. He was deluded, so far into his own world of wants that he doesn’t even realize his own injustice. You thickly swallow, trying to keep calm. It was Leo, Leo was reasonable. You just had to reason out of this. “But what about my family? My life? School, work, and everything I’ve been doing since, well, forever? I can’t just leave all of that behind.”

Leo scowls, rolling his eyes. He sits on his bed, starting to take off his arm and leg wrappings. “You don’t need any of that anymore. You have me. You love staying here, I’ve heard you talking to April on how much you hate school and wished you could stay with us anyways.”

Leo looks over at you with a smug grin, feeling proud of having you here with him. You don’t meet his eyes, the situation fully weighing down on you as your breathing stops for a moment. “I just went ahead and made the decision for you.”

You stay quiet. With Leo’s words and his pattern of stubbornness, you knew you weren’t getting out of this without a fight. With a shaky breath, you try again, hoping maybe you could bypass his heart and get to his brain. You just wanted to go home. “I can’t stay here, Leo. What’s Splinter going to say? Your brothers. They won’t let you keep me here against my will.”

Leo chews on his cheek, unsure how to answer. He meets your eyes, pained at the fear and worry that swells through them, but he doesn't crack. This was for you, and he would stand by that until he died. Everything was for you. “They won’t be a problem.”

Your mind instantly goes to the worst, your face falling as you gape at him. Your mouth flaps a couple times, the rope around your chest seeming to constrict even more of your breath. Your voice is airy, fear being the only thing that pushes it out. You couldn’t fathom him hurting his family, but his words didn’t give the mind much to work on other than that. “What did you do to them?”

Leo looks surprised at the question, then his face hardens. “Do you think I’d hurt my family? Is that what you think of me?”

Leo scowls, getting off the bed and heading over to a small desk with a tray of medicine and needles balanced on top of it. Your face blanches at the sight of the needles, your hands shaking as you sink into yourself as much as you can. Leo glances at you, noticing your growing anxiety, but says nothing. The smile on his face makes your heart freeze, suddenly realizing he was enjoying this. Your fear, your worry, the panic coursing through your veins. All of it was feeding into his delusion of you being the helpless darling for him to save.

Leo sticks the syringe into a small glass, sucking up whatever liquid it contained. Despite your shaking and fear, you couldn’t look away. All focus was stuck on the thing you feared, the glint of the needle making your heart hammer against your ribs. Leo continues on, not seeming to mind you panic. His gaze flickers to you for a moment, a soft smile forming that you assumed was meant to be comforting. “Sorry about this, I know you hate needles. But I really don’t want to argue the rest of the night, and pills take thirty minutes to kick in. I’ll be quick, I promise.” 

He sets the vial back on the tray, the needle loose in his hands as he walks over to you. You start to scream, completely hysterical while you rock the stationary chair. Pure adrenaline rushes through your veins, unable to calm yourself down from the one thing you knew Leo was aware you were scared of. You were certain he was doing this on purpose, his satisfied smile making you sob while he rolled you your sleeve and cleaned a small patch on your arm with an alcohol wipe.

His hand wraps around your bicep, keeping you from jerking away while he carefully inserts the needle into your arm. Your mind reels, focused completely on the needle and the intrusion in your skin as you bawl. Leo finishes the injection and puts a bandaid on your arm, smiling cheekily at you despite the trust and boundaries he just stomped on. You don’t look at him, slumping in the chair while your sobs wrack your body. He calmly stands up, crossing the room while setting the syringe back onto the tray and disposing of the needle in a small red box.

Your vision swims, the room fading and your cries quieting. Leo breathes out in relief, glad to see you calming down. He watches you fight the drug, knowing you’d succumb to it soon enough. You were so much easier to talk to when you couldn’t think. “Goodnight dear, we’ll try again when you’re calmer.”

His voice echoes through your head as you go limp, the world disappearing and mind sinking through the floor of your head. Your cries cease and Leo’s left with your sleeping self once more, his mind already coming up with a million different ways to convince you of your place by his side.

Neurotypicals should NOT be using the words “hyperfixation” or “special interest” to describe things they’re passionate about. Their experiences with liking or loving something will not even come close to the experiences of ADHD and autistic people hyperfixating on something. If you’re neurotypical and you call something you love your hyperfixation or special interest, that is ABLEIST and you should stop.

Why is it ableist, you ask? When I was a young, undiagnosed child, my hyperfixations often tended to wind up controlling nearly every aspect of my life. When I hyperfixated on Star Wars, for example, Star Wars was all I could think about. I watched every movie repeatedly (although this didn’t include the new trilogy because they weren’t out yet), I watched every show, including the campy LEGO ones. I read the cheap Star Wars Universe paperback novels cover-to-cover and when I finished, I’d start again. (There was one of them in my school library that I became INFAMOUS for checking out.) I crawled through holes searching for Star Wars content. I had a huge plastic box in my bedroom filled with the Star Wars fanfiction I’d written. The same things happened when I hyperfixated on Hamilton, Wings of Fire, Doctor Who, Robin Hood, or any of my hyperfixations.

And guess what? I got bullied. Holy shit, did I get bullied for these things. And not only by students, but by adults too. When I was ten, I was banned from talking about Minecraft, my hyperfixation at the time, by my fourth-grade teacher. True story. I became know as a “book wrecker” because I read my paperback books so often (and I tended to stim while reading them which resulted in the book being thrown across the room, or it’s cover being ripped off, or something similar). All my teachers complained about my obsessions, as they put it. (“All she ever talks about is [hyperfixation]!”) Hell, I’ve even LOST FRIENDS over my hyperfixations in the past.

Bottom line: ADHD and autistic people’s hyperfixations and special interests aren’t things we like a little, or things we choose to be passionate about. They’re things we quite literally can’t live without. Our brains go crawling through holes, searching for dopamine, and when they find something they like, they fixate on it until they’ve wrung every last neurotransmitter out of it. Hyperfixations can be fun, but eventually, they’ll just leave you feeling spent.

It’s not like that for neurotypicals. Their passions don’t invade every part of their lives. Their passions aren’t all they can think about. Their passions aren’t something they need to survive, as surely as water and air.

That’s not even all. For autistic children especially, their special interests have been a source of constant ableist stigma. Many children with ASD are forced into what’s essentially conversion therapy for autistic children. It’s “therapy” meant to beat the divergence out of them, and essentially force them to be neurotypical. They’re punished for having special interests. Their special interests are seen as something inherently bad, almost evil, that they need to let go of in order to “live full lives.” Often, they’re separated from their special interest, and forbidden from talking about it. For a neurodivergent child, that’s like not being allowed to sleep.

And for a long time, fandom space has been made up mostly of neurodivergent people. We’re the originals. “Cringe culture” was made up by neurotypicals who didn’t like nds realistically hyperfixating within their “controlled fandom space.” They wanted fandom community, but they didn’t want the baggage that came along with it. Cringe culture has become so prevalent that even in fandom, a space meant to be neurodivergent nirvana, ableism has become ingrained and nds are ostracized.

And more often than not, they’re the ones bullying neurodivergent kids for having hyperfixations or special interests. They call kids freaks for thinking/talking about one thing every waking moment, then they turn write around and say, “[X] is my hyperfixation, lol.” Y’all love neurodivergency until it doesn’t fit your cute uwu aesthetic.

If you’re neurotypical, please don’t describe something you love as your hyperfixation or special interest. That’s really not what it is, and saying that is just perpetuating the ableism in fandom space, and, more generally, in society. Look, we know it’s fun to have a word to describe stuff. But those are our words. Please use your own.

Classic Leo for a change.

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