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Hey! Can you write a story between Donnie x ghost reader where the reader is trying to be in contact with Donnie but he tries to ignore the signs of a ghost due to their “nonexistent presence”? I felt inspired by Friendly Neighborhood Poltergeist by Roy Webley!

This seems like so much fun to write!! Hope you like it!

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Ghosts Aren’t Real

Rise!Donnie X Ghost!Reader

Genre: Angst; Fluff in Part 2

Relationship: Dating

Pronouns: Feminine (She/Her)

Timeline: Post-Movie

Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of death, mild language

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When (Y/N) died during the Kraang invasion, Donnie locked himself in his lab for weeks the second he and his brothers returned to the lair.

He refused to talk about her and actively avoided Leo as he reminded him of (Y/N)‘s sacrifice, whether he spoke about it or not.

Donnie had met her before he met April. When he was overstimulated, (Y/N) was the only person that could distract him. She worked alongside him in his lab almost daily. They made great progress in so many projects. Now they were all scraped.

No.

Donnie was making something better.

Maybe it was morally irresponsible, but he needed (Y/N) back.

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The scientist removed his mask and wiped his brow, sighing as he stared up at his invention.

Although he hadn’t eaten in several hours, he was ready to finally begin his biggest experiment of all time.

The purple turtle slowly walked over to the lever jutting up from the ground before remembering something crucial. He ambled over to his desk and grabbed one of (Y/N)’s many possessions: a red sweater.

After placing it in the middle of his invention, he walked back over to the lever and took a deep breath. Donnie went to pull it down, but he hesitated.

“Fuck…” he cursed. He knew he would question his own actions. He knew (Y/N) would question his actions. His brothers. April and Casey.

Donnie’s fear wasn’t that the people around him would reprimand him of bringing someone back to life.

His fear was his karma.

The invasion had drastically changed the turtle’s mindset. Despite being extremely logical, Donnie now feared that he would change his future the same way he and his brothers had. One wrong move and this could come back to bite him worse than any invasion ever could.

Donnie forcibly shook himself out of that mindset. He had spent countless hours on designing a machine that could coincide with his Ninpō and synthetic DNA recreation. All of this couldn’t have been for nothing.

Readjusting his grip on the handle, Donnie flung the lever to the other side, and the machine began to power up. The red sweater slowly floated up, his purple-hued Ninpō suspending the clothing item in the air.

Once the machine was fully powered, the turtle grabbed a remote with a singular red button on it.

“Here goes everything…” Donnie exhaled before pushing the button down with his thumb.

Before he could lift his finger up, the machine exploded, sending rippling vibrations throughout the lab. The turtle was forced back into his desk, papers scattering and mugs half filled with cold coffee shattering on the ground.

When the kicked up debris finally dissipated, Donnie realized that his invention was destroyed.

He spent the night cursing himself wondering why he thought he could play God by bringing someone back from the dead. He should’ve known it would end in disaster.

• • •

Upon waking up in the morning… afternoon, rather, Donnie stretched before scratching the back of his neck. He groaned as he’d realized that he’d fallen asleep in his cold, desolate lab instead of his comfortable bed.

Knowing his shell would eventually make him pay—as he aged—for his posture, the turtle quickly sat up and began his journey to his bathroom.

He tried not to think of his previous failure of bringing his late girlfriend back, but the thought consumed him as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. Donnie imagined himself with (Y/N) for the rest of his foreseeable future. She was his everything; she even rivaled his love for science. If she wasn’t there, then who would hand him his morning, afternoon, and evening coffee? Who would bring him metal scraps from the surface—not out of demand, but kindness? Who would bring him out of his overstimulated funks?

Would he have to do all of that himself again?

After thinking of that last question, the air disturbingly changed. It was unusually cold in the bathroom as Donnie looked around for the source of the freezing temperature.

Only after a few seconds, the cold subsided and the uneasy feeling left with it.

• • •

A few days passed and Donnie hadn’t made any progress on any of his projects. But not because of a lack a creativity caused of (Y/N)‘s death, rather, every since the strange incident in the bathroom, more odd occurrences had taken place.

Two days prior, a pile of blueprints fell to the ground despite being pushed away from the edge of his desk. And once he placed them back with a paperweight on top, they fell again within a couple minutes.

The next day, he was freezing cold for the majority of the morning. The thermostat was at a decent level, so he decided to just wrap himself in a blanket until the cold subsided later in the day.

Now today… nothing happened. Everything proceeded as normal: Donnie worked relentlessly on creating another plan to bring back (Y/N), his conscience drowned out by his ambition.

But later that night while the scientist attempted to sleep, he suddenly had the creeping feeling that he was being watched.

Donatello pushed the covers off of him and glanced around his room. He didn’t see anybody. The turtle turned on his flashlight on his phone and looked around again. And again, nothing. Nobody. But there had to have been somebody somewhere watching him, otherwise why would he be feeling a pair of eyes on him?

As the thought passed, Donnie could’ve sworn that he’d heard a whisper. It was faint and intelligible, but unnerving.

“Donnie…”

It was as clear as day. Donnie had heard the whisper again.

The turtle leapt from his bed, landing hard on the concrete floor. “Fuck!” He swore before looking up towards his bed. “Who��s there?!”

There was no answer.

“Goddamnit…” Donnie swore again as he picked up his bow staff and began his search of the lab.

After searching the lab and turning up nothing, Donnie expected to feel calmer, but he felt exactly the opposite. That whisper of his name happened directly into his ear. Inches away from his head. There was no way that somebody could whisper in his ear and then dart back into the lab without Donnie seeing them.

Despite his nerves, he began the journey back to his room.

“Donnie!”

The scientist spun around. Surely he was crazy; he’d just heard the voice again. It was much louder and uncannily familiar.

“Boo…!” The voice was right next to the scientist’s left ear.

Donnie yelped as he threw himself to the ground and aimed his phone to his left. Unlike the other times he’d turn and see nobody…

…he did see somebody.

“(Y/N)…?”

The girl laughed. “You don’t know how entertaining this has been.”

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I’m splitting this into two parts bc this is getting too long 😭 will have part 2 up soon!

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NEW REQUESTED FIC OUT TMRW!!!

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Hello! I'm having a bit of a rough time so I thought I'd send this ask. What would the turtles be like with a S/O that has anxiety, depression and PTSD? How would they help them if their depression is bad enough that on some days they can't get out of bed, forget to eat, etc? Bonus if S/O is plus-sized/kinda chubby and insecure about it.

So since I’m doing all the boys, each mental illness/self-image issue will be separated by turtle. I hope that’s okay!

The reader’s symptoms are also closely aligned with my own as well as outside research. If you feel that something could be more accurate, let me know! :)

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Rise!Bros X Reader Headcannons★彡

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Relationships: Dating

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (They/Them)

Timeline: Post Movie

Warnings ⚠️: Language, Mental Heath Issues, Brief Mention of Medication (Mikey)

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Leo // PTSD

• Leo would be the first the know how to deal with PTSD.

• Well, not necessarily know, but empathize with you because of his time in the prison dimension.

• Both of you had vivid nightmares, so most nights, you two would stay awake together.

• The first time this happened, Leo caught you with your head in the refrigerator picking at some leftovers:

• “Nightmares?” The blue turtle asked, sleep lacing his voice.

• “Nightmares.” You nodded.

• You two finished some leftover spaghetti, then trudged back to Leo’s room, spending the rest of the night under the covers watching TNTL videos.

• This became a normal occurrence, talks eventually getting deeper:

• “It’s just… I feel so stupid sometimes. It happened years ago. Why do I still think about it almost every day?” You sighed as you laid on the blue clad turtle’s plastron.

• Leo shrugged. “I dunno, it’s more annoying than traumatic now.”

• There’s a pause when Leo took your hand in his own.

• “But I don’t think you’re stupid for it.”

• You smiled as he rubbed his hand over your knuckles.

• “Thanks, Lee.”

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Raph // Anxiety

• Being the oldest in the family causes a lot of anxiety, especially in the Hamato household.

• You were also stressed being the oldest sibling as well. One of your siblings was in the hospital, and although it was just for a broken leg, it had you worried.

• Sleeping was a battle. One night, you were in the lair in Raph’s room.

• You slowly watched the clock tick by.

• 11PM… 12PM… 1PM.

• And you were still tossing and turning.

• Eventually, you started to think about your sibling and if it was right for you to be with your boyfriend rather than being in the hospital with them.

• It didn’t take long for the tears to start flowing as you had convinced yourself that you were a bad sibling.

• The snapping turtle eventually noticed your sadness and sleepily asked you what was wrong.

• “I should be with them, not here.” You said tearfully. “What if something happens? What if they dropped the remote to contact the nurse? What if—”

• “(Y/N), (Y/N)… don’t worry so much. They’re gonna be fine.” Raph tried to quell your anxiety.

• “But what if—”

• “Ya’ can’t live a life on ‘what if’s, (Y/N).” He interrupted you, speaking gently. “I know how you feel. You think I’m never worried about these knuckle heads? Ya’ just gotta trust them and the doctors.”

• You pushed your hair back from your face and sighed. “I… I know. It’s just…”

• “I know.”

• Raph scooped you in his arms and held you close. “You don’t have to explain. Just try to rest so you can see them tomorrow.”

• You snuggled up against him, attempting to hold back your tears. “Okay… I’ll try. Thank you. Really.”

• “What’re big siblings for?” He said sarcastically before you both eventually fell asleep.

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Mikey // Depression

• Despite being medicated, there were moments when you would have a depressive episode.

• This consisted of staying at home, ignoring texts to hang out, not showering for days at a time, and overeating while watching a random Netflix Original.

• Mikey respected that you sometimes needed time away, although he was naturally clingy.

• After about three days, he’ll come visit you.

• It’s always a gamble with you. You either let him in graciously, or simply act like he’s not there.

• When you would let him in, he would bring snacks and DVDs of your favorite movies.

• Most of the time, you two would huddle under a blanket and watch those DVDs for hours.

• Other times, he would beckon you to come outside. And when you obliged, you two usually had a good time exploring New York and the Hidden City.

• When you were out of your funk, you were back to being physically affectionate.

• You were always grateful for your little orange weirdo.

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Donnie // Plus Size

• Donnie never quite understood people’s hate for plus sized bodies, nor did he understand your misplaced desire to be skinnier.

• Your insecurities really stood out when you guys would go out or on dates.

• “We’ve been walking for a while. Are you hungry?” Donnie asked you as the two of you walked the streets of New York City.

• “I mean… are you hungry?” You asked bashfully.

• Donnie shrugged. “Not especially.”

• You shook your head. “I’m good, then.”

• It took Donnie a couple of minutes to become curious as to why you only wanted to eat when he was eating.

• “Why didn’t you want to eat?” He asked out of the blue.

• You sighed and shook your head again. “It’s nothing, Dee.”

• “No,” the purple clad turtle stopped walking, “I wanna know.”

• “Well… I dunno, it’s embarrassing.” You thought about how to formulate your words to help him understand. “When people see us eating together, they’ll just think that we’re hungry. But when I’m the only one eating…”

• Your words trailed off, and it took Donnie several seconds to finally understand what you’d meant.

• “That’s nonsense.”

• “Yeah, well, that’s how people will see us: a guy and his fatass girlfriend.”

• To say the turtle was angry at the absurdity of the world’s mentality on plus sized people was an understatement.

• He quickly took hold of your hand and pulled you back to the hotdog stand you’d just passed.

• “Two plain hotdogs, please. And some ketchup on the side.” Donnie told the vendor.

• He had really meant that he wasn’t hungry and only ended up finishing about half of the hotdog, but your comfortability meant more to him.

• After the meal, you started walking again before you took hold of Donnie’s bicep.

• “I really appreciate that, babe. I mean it.” You rested your head on his shoulder.

• The turtle leaned his head so it was on top of yours. “Anything for you.”

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New request out tomorrow at 12CST!!!

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★ How They Show Affection ★

Rise!Bros Headcannons

Summary: Each turtle has their preferences and pet peeves when it comes to showing affection.

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Leo

• It always depended on the initiation for Leo.

• When he held your hand or pulled you into his lap, all is well.

• But when you initiated, he would become a blushing, chirring mess.

• Most of the time, he didn’t expect the sudden affection. It would mostly happen when you two were laying down on his bed and he would be absorbed in his phone or a comic.

• You would gently caress his bicep or pull yourself up and onto his plastron.

• Speaking of his bicep, you would also gently run your nails up and down his arm and/or shoulder.

• He loved (like loved) it more than anything… but he would never tell you that.

• When it came to affection around his brothers, he didn’t mind too much because he always spun it around as them being jealous.

• They were simply mad that they were single and alone and he was not.

• There was also an element of possessiveness where Leo would pull you closer to him when the others were around.

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Raph

• Raph was very shy and cautious at first.

• Not only was he unsure about when to and when to not show affection, but he didn’t want to hurt you with his strength and/or his spikes.

• You were both slow for the first few months of your relationship, only holding hands and occasionally embracing.

• After a while, you began gently pecking Raph’s cheek when first greeting him and before you left him.

• The first time you did it, he froze as the heat rushed to his face.

• You apologized almost immediately, but Raph assured you through his stuttering that he was okay with it.

• He soon began to return the chaste kisses.

• The turtle absolutely melted when you would cup his cheeks and kiss his snout, smiling all the while.

• Most of the affection came from quality time, though.

• Raph enjoyed spending time with you more than kisses or hugging or cuddling, so he would often call you over just so you were in his presence.

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Mikey

• You and Mikey were very affectionate with each other.

• Physical affection, physical affection, PHYSICAL AFFECTION!!

• He loved to be kissed, hugged, cuddled, anything to be physically closer to you he enjoyed.

• He often fell asleep when you would gingerly rub your hand up and down his shell. That tactic was also used to calm him down from a nightmare or maybe he was just having some anxiety that day.

• You both would go out into the city without the others and skateboard or to crash a costume party during the fall.

• Spending time with you was also one of his favorite things to do with you.

• It could be training or exploring the Hidden City.

• It didn’t matter to Mikey. As long as he was with you.

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Donnie

• Donnie’s way of showing affection was unconventional to say the least.

• He would sometimes hug or kiss you back just to satisfy you, but he really enjoyed when you would get him something every time he came to visit you or vice versa.

• You were “the only evidence of a mind reader” he’d come across, as he would say.

• To you, the gifts were just trinkets you would find around the house or at the grocery store that contained something you thought Donnie would find useful.

• Most of the time, it was just what the turtle had been looking for.

• He even somewhat raided your apartment for materials, but only came up with a screw from a discarded mechanical pencil.

• Donnie often compared you to a genie as well.

• Words of affirmation was another way to get the purple clad turtle to let his guard down.

• You were genuinely amazed by his inventions, often calling him “my little brainiac” or “the smart one”.

• The names weren’t exactly endearing to people on the outside, but Donnie thoroughly enjoyed your praise in every verbal form.

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SCREAMINGGG

I FUCKIN SCRAMBLED TO GET OVER HERE HANG ON

THATS WHAT HE MEANT BY THAT OH GOD OH GOD RAPH HUNNY NO—-

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I jus love this duo

Suppose I post it this Monday but with the sad of last post need something happy, sooo old draw again!

A Raph more big than mountains!

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Based on me and bugzi's little talk in discord about donnie being a plant mom

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I read your headcanons where the genderfluid! reader shares a name w/ the turtles, and I just thought that Mikey and the reader would totally have the team name “M&M” :3

OMG I WISH I’D WRITTEN THAT, that’s so cute 😭

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Those episodes tore me up so bad 😭 but I loved reading them. It’s impressive how they make four turtles mean so much to me

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I LOVE THEM TOGETHERRR!!

Ugh I absolutely HAD to do a redraw of this panel from @somerandomdudelmao ‘s series 😭😭

I love these two with all my life and this comic is literally fueling my life right now- I cannot stop smiling every time I see them 🥹🫶

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I wish we saw a lil more of the spirit Donnie and CJ duo

Animated the smallest snippet of @somerandomdudelmao CASS apocalyptic series. This scene was way too cool to leave as a doodle so here ya go :3

tumblr ruined the quality sorry😭

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HIII I'M THE ANON [but not anon now] THAT REQUESTED THE THING WITH HAVING THE SAME NAMES AS THE RISE BOYS!! I LOVE THAT SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!! MADE ME SO HAPPY!!! HAPPY STIMMING ALL THE WAY!!! /POS

I’m glad you like it!! I actually really liked writing your prompt so thank you for requesting!! ☺️

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HI HI!! I hope you're doing well- I just thought of like a funny thing for a rise!boys x Reader headcanon thing where like, Reader goes by the same name as like each of the boys so it gets confusing and they have to like come up with a nickname for him [Reader is genderfluid and uses he/she/it pronouns ^__^ so fem or masc works too!! I request this because I go by both Leo and Donnie so it'd be funny to see these hcs with them and the other boys too!!]

This is actually so funny, thank you for requesting! I hope I do your prompt justice!

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☆Rise!Bros X Reader Headcannons★彡

Genre: Fluff

Reader Pronouns: Gender-fluid (he/she/it)

Relationships: Ambiguous

Timeline: Post Movie

Warnings ⚠️: Mild Language

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Prompt: You use the same nickname as the turtles and it gets pretty confusing.

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Leo

• Leo both loved and hated that you two shared a name.

• He loved it because there was finally another Leo, justifying how amazing his nickname was.

• He hated it because of how his brothers teased him through you:

• “Hey, Leo, did you use the last of the peanut butter?” Raph called from the kitchen.

• The blue clad turtle adjacent to him shook his head. “Why do you assume I did?”

• Raph smirked as his brother fell for the trap. “Oh, not you. The cooler Leo.”

• You, sitting on the counter, giggled as the turtle flushed.

• “‘The cooler Leo’? I’m the original, therefore cooler.” The blue clad turtle argued.

• “Original doesn’t mean better, Leo #2.” You played along.

• OG Leo couldn’t believe his ears.

• “‘Leo num—’… that’s it!” Leo slammed his hand on the table as he stood up. “I’m asking the others. I’m sure they know who the best Leo is.”

• Mikey, Donnie, and Splinter agreed with you and Raph.

• When Leo took the walk of shame back to the kitchen, you slung your arm around his shoulders.

• “It’s okay,” you comforted him, “you’re still the original. Okay?”

• Leo grumbled, but allowed you to hug him before walking out of the room.

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Raph

• For some reason, Raph could not wrap his head around the fact that he shared a name with you.

• He constantly called you other people’s’ names:

• “Leo—! Er, Mi—April—Raph! I meant Raph.”

• Despite being in battle with a supervillain, the others couldn’t stop themselves from laughing.

• “My point is: attack!” The turtle’s face flushed.

• Back at the lair, you continued to tease him a little.

• “You brought up a good point, though. What other nicknames are there for Raphael? Rah? Ra-Ra? Lil’ Ael?”

• Raph snickered at the suggestions. “Lil’ Ael…”

• You laughed. “How about we just scrap ‘Raph’ and just use Lil’ Ael and Ra-Ra?”

• “I’m not being Lil’ Ael.”

• “Why?” You whined. “I wanna be Ra-Ra.”

• “But you’re little. Suits you perfectly.”

• “Little to you!”

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Mikey

• Neither of you necessarily cared that you were sometimes confused.

• In fact, all you did was make rules; the main one being that under no circumstances was the nickname “Mike” used.

• You both hated that name. It sounded basic and more fit for a much older person.

• With that being said, the others would slip up constantly:

• “Mike, can you—”

• Raph received the most deadly death stare from the two of you.

• “Er, uh, Mikey… 2?”

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Donnie

• You already know Donnie planned this out in his favor.

• Instead of “Donnie”, he called you “Don”.

• Eventually, you started calling Donnie “Don”. Donnie sometimes slipped and called you “Donnie”. Then you called each other “D”.

• So Donnie was “Don” sometimes and Don was “Donnie”. But they’re both “D”.

• The situation soon became a cluster-fuck of confusion:

• “Hey, Don,” you called from inside the Turtle Tank, “how does this work?”

• After explaining, Donnie commented, “You got it wrong by the way.”

• You cocked an eyebrow.

• “You’re ‘Don’, remember?”

• “You’re ‘Don’, too sometimes.”

• “No, I’m Donnie.”

• You shrugged. “Well, I’m older than you so I was Donnie first.”

• “Only by a few months.” Donnie rolled his eyes. “Why didn’t you bring that up during the nickname conversation we had when we first met?”

• You shrugged again. “Dunno, Don. All I know is I’m Donnie.”

• “No.”

• “Yes.”

• “You’re just being stubborn now.”

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★彡200 Follower Special!!

What would you guys like me to do when I hit 200 followers? Can be a fanfic or art or anything you want that’s related to rottmnt!

View master list for fanfic rules!

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Can I request a shy Leo x shy male reader, where they both have a nice sleep over together alone, and then the reader timidly asks Leo what kissing feels like, and Leo says that he doesn't since he never kissed anyone or know how to kiss, and the reader say the same. So Leo nervously asks if they could try it together, and the reader agrees, and they both bashfully try it together at the same time on 3?

The reader is Puerto Rican

Happy Pride everybody!!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

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★彡 On Three ★ 彡

Rise!Leo X Shy!Male!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Relationship: Romantic

Timeline: Post-Movie

Pronouns: Masculine (he/him)

Warnings ⚠️: Language

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One thing you weren’t known for was being up front with your thoughts and emotions. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust anybody, it was just the second you would open your mouth, nothing would come out. Or someone would talk over you, which always annoyed you.

That being said, you never had many close friends until you met Leo. For once, you’d found a person that had identical interests as you and would hyper-fixate on such topics the same way you did.

On top of this, the both of you weren’t inclined to make many friends; for different reasons, of course. But this only brought you closer to each other.

After a few months of hanging out, you noticed a change in your relationship with the blue clad turtle.

When he would come over to your apartment, he would bring gifts such as food or a new issue of your favorite comic. Leo would adamantly listen when you would speak, but you often questioned if he was really listening, or just admiring your visage. You didn’t mind it, but the question was always in the back of your head.

Aside from the gifts, the turtle would often brush up against you or place his hand right beside your own. If you pointed it out, he would automatically shrink away and try to deny his attempt at the intimate gesture while stuttering and blushing furiously.

In all honestly, you thought his little blatant attempts were adorable, frequently laughing at his embarrassment. You yourself had been questioning not only your attraction to him, but your sexuality as well.

You’d only had a girlfriend or female interests. The only guy you’d ever liked was a celebrity that was absolutely ripped. It would be fair to say that you were questioning.

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It wasn’t long after the sun officially set when you heard a familiar tapping at your window. When you entered your living room from the kitchen, you saw a smug Leonardo playfully wiggling his factitious eyebrows at you.

You couldn’t hide the redness of your cheeks, instead opting to quickly open the window and scurrying into the kitchen to continue cooking.

Before you could even say hello, Leo had a quip about how good your cooking smelled.

“Yeah, they’re Empanadillas. Most people call them empanadas. Same thing.” You clarified. “You want some?”

He nodded, approaching the beef filling sizzling in its pan. “I’m sure anything you cook will amaze my tastebuds, (Y/N).”

Your heart betrayed you as it gained speed at his compliment, causing your face to be even more red. “I-I wanted to make the dough from scratch but I didn’t want to ask the workers where the corn oil was so…” your words trailed off as you admitted that. Being shy sometimes felt like your greatest curse.

Leo chuckled. “It’s alright! I’m sure it’ll taste the same.”

You knew he was just being kind, but you’d had authentic Empanadillas when you went to visit your grandmother in Puerto Rico every spring. The ones you were making could never measure up to your abuela’s.

Soon, you finished cooking and offered Leo one of them. To say he was absolutely in love would be an understatement. You only ended up having two or three while the blue clad turtle downed about six of them without getting up for air. In your culture, food was a way to express your love for people, so the fact that he was thoroughly enjoying your food warmed your heart despite only having a few of them yourself.

After the meal, you played an obscure romantic comedy in the background as the two of you talked about a recent episode of a show you’d been watching.

You eventually started to pay more attention to the movie as Leo tried to find the name of an actor from the show on his phone. The two main characters kissed briefly before continuing their conversation. This sparked a question in your mind for Leo.

“Hey, Lee?” You said barely audibly.

He gazed up at you with a curious expression, causing you to immediately backtrack.

“No, tell me. What’s up?” Leo smiled.

“I-I… well… no, it’s stupid.”

Leo laughed as he took hold of your hand in a friendly gesture, giving it a light squeeze. That was another thing he would often do. “See, now I have to know.”

You hesitated. “I… have you… well, probably not, but… have you ever… kissed anybody?”

The turtle nearly choked on his own spit, which only made you more embarrassed.

His face man act soon returned, though. “You see, not everybody can appreciate good looks such as this.” Leo waved a hand in front of his face, that iconic smirk plastered on his face. “So that’s unfortunately on the back burner. How about you?”

You shrugged pathetically. “I had a girlfriend in middle school, but that doesn’t really count. And we never kissed.”

Noticing his face suddenly fall, you subtly clarified that you were questioning your sexuality. Leo perked back up in no time.

After a few seconds of silence as the movie’s credits rolled, he came up with a unique proposition.

“Y’know… we could try.”

Your eyes practically bugged out from your head. “W-what?”

The turtle raised his three-fingered hands in defense. “We don’t have to! I-I mean, I was just… offering?”

More silence fell over the two as they stared at each other. You began laughing at the awkward exchange.

“I-I mean… I’m down for… whatever.” You said bashfully.

Leonardo exhaled in relief. “Should we, like… do it on three?”

The duo chuckled before you leaned in closer toward his face.

“Ok, on me. One, two… three.”

Leo was the first to close the space between the two of you. It was only for a second, though; a peck. When you parted, admiration was laced in the blue turtle’s features. He came back again.

Then again for a little longer.

Then again long enough to the point where you subconsciously maneuvered to sit in his lap.

After a minute or so, you and Leo parted. He exhaled a laugh.

“What’s so funny?” You teased.

“Nothing… I just think I like kissing you.” The turtle revealed shyly.

The corner of your lips pulled up into a smile; a real genuine smile.

“I think I like kissing you, too.”

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Hiii!!! I’ve been recently reading your work and I wanted to say that there are absolutely wonderful to read and I would like to ask a request from you! Could you maybe make some Headcannons of platonic Leo x reader and maybe make the reader a yellow-bellied slider turtle mutant? I just think that they would be besties because of them being both slider turtles! (P.S. you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to enjoy what you write and make sure to take care of yourself :)

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Rise!Leo X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (they/them)

Perspective: Third Person (Omniscient)

Relationship: Platonic

Timeline: Post-Movie

Warnings ⚠️: Language

(What you look like)

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Leo had never had a friend that was solely his friend. Of course, he was friends with April and Casey, but they were his brothers’ friends as well. For once, he had someone to himself… although, the two did meet a little unconventionally.

It was a boring day in the Hidden City; a boring day Leo decided to stir up. He’d irritated a patron at a pub enough so to cause a bar fight. The police were soon on his tail.

The turtle sprinted into an alley only to be clotheslined by an outstretched arm. A metal canister rattled against the pavement as Leo heard a grunt that wasn’t his own.

He looked up to see a turtle. Despite their angry expression, Leo could only focus on the stripes on their face. But instead of his red ones, the stranger had yellow stripes and black skin with various yellow designs on their legs and face. Their torso, shell, and arms were hidden by an oversized gray hoodie. They also wore a multicolored respirator that was now pulled into their forehead.

“What’s the rush—oh, shit.” The stranger turtle’s gaze landed on the assailing cops. Without missing a beat, the stranger dropped the other metal canister of spray paint and sprinted away.

Leo shot up to his feet. “Hey, wait!” He called after the mysterious turtle, following behind them.

The two made their way into the nearest connected alley which brought them back into town. It was easy for them to navigate through the clutter of people occupying the streets, but the cops had a harder time, constantly yelling at civilians to get out of their way.

Eventually, the turtles outpaced the officers. They crumbled to the hot concrete of another alley, struggling to catch their breath. The stranger rested a hand on Leo’s shoulder.

“You’re faster than I thought you were, kid.” They remarked, patting his shoulder before sitting up. “But try not getting me caught up in your crimes, okay?”

Leo chuckled. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

The stranger quirked an eyebrow at him. “You’re not from here, are you? Topsider?”

The blue clad turtle nodded, noticing the random spirts of color on the other turtle’s hoodie. “You… spray paint?”

They nodded back, pointing down the alley at a mural of a detailed Heinous Green roaring. “But these freaks down here can’t understand true talent. A shame. I could literally paint the town gold.”

With a snicker, Leo stood to his feet. He offered the stranger a hand and they graciously accepted.

“I’m Leo. Or Leon… Neon Leon. Whichever sounds the best.” He introduced himself smugly.

“I’m (Y/N). But you can call me (N/N).” The turtle smiled before pointing toward Leo’s face. “I see you copied my look.”

Leo was confused for a second until realizing. “OH… hardly! This has been the ‘Leon’ look for generations, baby.”

The two turtles spent the rest of the day wreaking havoc around the city, eating mystical foods, and skateboarding on (Y/N)’s makeshift half pipe.

When the sun began to set, the blue clad turtle groaned.

“What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asked, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the half pipe.

“I gotta get goin’. Duty calls!” He exclaimed sarcastically. “I had fun, though. I’ll totally come by tomorrow!”

(Y/N)’s eyes lit up at Leo’s excitement. They didn’t have many friends, so they could barely stop themselves from enveloping Leo in a hug.

The turtle nodded. “And I’ll teach you how to spray paint, too.”

“Sounds like a plan!”

Leo held his hand out to (Y/N), who slightly hesitated before shaking it.