#2012 leo x reader

[lazylemon]

Y/n, in a flirty mood: Hi,Blue eyes~

2012! Leo:??… Hi… Green Sweater??

[hyuniemyunie]

Across the Leoverse

different versions of leonardo hamato x reader

sfw

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(ФωФ): little moments with leos, established relationship, fluff, lil bit of angst here n there, mentions of blood and injuries, domestic fluff

2003 up to 2023 leo.

i love love love love tmnt stawp. i have a vid of 3yo me sobbing over my mom telling me if i dont brush my teeth she'll lure my "husband" out with pizza and hand him to shredder. said husband was leonardo.

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MORNING RITUALS

The first few times you stayed over in the lair, you’d awaken to the sound of his breathing—deep, measured, rhythmic—and realize, not without a flutter in your chest, that he was already up, already dressed, already kneeling on the mat across the room with his swords resting beside him. It used to make you self-conscious, the way he’d train before sunrise while you were still tangled in sheets and dreams. But then you realized that he wasn’t trying to be impressive or distant; it was just his way. His version of peace.

Eventually, you started joining him, not to train—though he always offered to teach you—but to sit beside him on the tatami mat, wrapped in a hoodie you kept in the lair, sipping slowly from the cup of tea he’d always have waiting for you. He never said anything during those moments, didn’t need to. Just leaned a little closer, let his shoulder press against yours. It became a ritual: his morning meditation, and yours—quiet, mutual grounding before the world started asking things of you again.

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AFTER-MISSION CARE

There’s a specific look Leo gets after a rough mission, a tightness around his mouth, a flicker of guilt in his eyes even when no one got hurt. You learned to spot it early in your relationship, even before he admitted how heavily failure—or even perceived failure—weighed on him. He never really spoke about it. Not directly. Not unless you pried.

So you stopped prying.

Instead, when he came back with a split lip or knuckles scraped raw, you’d reach for the first-aid kit without asking, sit him down, and tend to him in silence. You learned the way he winced, not from pain but from being seen, from being vulnerable. You learned the small, silent language of his guilt—the way he wouldn’t meet your eyes when you cleaned the cut across his collarbone, or how he’d clench his jaw when you dabbed at a bruise on his temple. You’d talk softly about mundane things—what you made for dinner, what Mikey said that made you laugh—and eventually, the tension in his shoulders would melt just a little.

The first time he let out a shaky breath and leaned into your touch instead of away from it, you didn’t say a word. Just kissed his knuckles, right over the bruises, and felt the way his fingers threaded through yours in response.

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WHEN HE CAN’T SLEEP

You woke up to the sound of his footsteps, soft but unmistakable, pacing. At first, you thought it was part of a dream. But when you cracked open your eyes and saw the empty space beside you, the faint light of the hallway casting long shadows across the floor, you knew.

You found him in the training room, of course. Sword in hand. Sweat darkening the edge of his bandana. You didn’t say anything right away—just leaned against the doorway and watched as he moved, fluid and sharp. But there was something off about it. A hesitation in the swing. A falter in the stance.

“Nightmare?” you asked quietly.

He stopped mid-strike and let the tip of his katana dip toward the floor. Didn’t look at you. Just nodded once.

You walked over and took the sword from him gently, like it was a weight he’d been holding too long, and set it aside. You didn’t ask what it was about. You knew he’d tell you if he needed to. Instead, you reached up and cradled his face between your palms, feeling the faint tremble in his jaw.

“I’ve got you,” you whispered.

And he just folded into you, arms wrapping tight around your waist, forehead pressed to your shoulder, and stayed there like your heartbeat was the only thing anchoring him to the present.

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QUIET CONFESSIONS

Sometimes, the deepest things he said came when he wasn’t trying to be poetic at all—when he was halfway between exhaustion and honesty, staring up at the ceiling from the makeshift couch-bed in your apartment while your fingers idly traced the curve of his plastron.

“I don’t always know how to be… just a person,” he murmured once, the words falling like water in a quiet room. “Not a leader. Not a warrior. Just… someone.”

You had looked at him then, surprised but not startled, and slid your fingers up to touch his cheek.

“You don’t have to figure that out alone,” you said simply. “You’re someone to me.”

His eyes had gone soft, distant. “I know,” he said, voice barely above a breath. “That’s the scariest part.”

And you understood, somehow—how terrifying it must be to be seen so completely. But he let you see him, over and over. Let you love him, despite the edges.

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DUMB DOMESTIC STUFF

There was one afternoon when you walked in on him trying to fix the sink.

He had the most determined expression on his face, wielding a wrench like it was a second katana, muttering under his breath while Donnie hovered in the background, clearly amused but not interfering. You leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, biting back laughter.

“Should I be worried?”

He didn’t look up. “I’ve got it under control.”

“You say that like you didn’t once accidentally decapitate a vacuum cleaner.”

“That was one time.”

“That was last month.”

He paused, gave you a flat look, then—when the pipe under the sink gave an ominous creak—sighed and set the wrench down.

“…Okay, I might need help.”

Donnie burst out laughing. You just smiled and walked over to kiss his cheek.

“I’ll go get the towels.”

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LITTLE TOUCHES

He’s not very physically affectionate in public. Not in the way Mikey is, with his constant hugs and leaning. But in private, in the soft quiet of shared space, he touches you constantly. Not clingy, not needy, but present—a hand on your back when you’re cooking, his knee brushing yours when you sit beside each other, his fingers brushing your wrist as he passes by.

You started keeping count once, just for fun, of how many times he touched you in a day—twenty-seven before dinner. Thirty-eight by bedtime. Each one said something different: I see you. I’m here. I need you. I love you. He never said the words often, not out loud, but they were in every gesture.

And the nights when he did say it—usually quiet, soft, spoken like a prayer against your skin—you felt it in your bones.

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WHEN HE LETS GO

There are rare, sacred nights when Leonardo actually lets himself laugh. Not the polite little chuckle he gives when Mikey’s on a roll, or the amused exhale when Raph gets caught in his own sarcasm—but a real laugh, warm and unguarded, the kind that shakes through his whole body and makes you feel like the universe just cracked open and let the sun in.

One night, it was because you were trying to do a yoga pose he’d shown you, and you lost your balance and flopped onto his lap in the most undignified way possible. For a second, you were horrified. But then he looked down at you, eyes wide with disbelief, and burst out laughing—full-on, head-tilted-back laughter that made your embarrassment melt away completely.

“You—” he gasped between laughs, “—you looked like a falling turtle.”

“Wow. I feel so loved right now.”

He pulled you up into his lap, kissed the top of your head, still grinning.

“You are,” he said, and his voice was so full of affection you couldn’t even pretend to be mad.

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FUTURE TALK

It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes, late at night when everything is quiet and you’re wrapped in blankets with the hum of the city in the distance, he talks about the future. It always surprises you, how gentle his dreams are.

“I think about a place,” he said once, voice barely more than a murmur against your shoulder. “Not a battlefield. Just… somewhere quiet. Green. A garden, maybe. Somewhere I could still train. Somewhere you’d feel safe. Somewhere… we could be.”

You reached back to thread your fingers through his.

“We could make that,” you said.

He was quiet for a long moment.

“I want to,” he whispered.

And you knew he meant it. Knew he could, if you stayed beside him.

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THE MOMENT THAT STAYS

There’s one moment that lives in your mind more than any other.

You were standing on the rooftop one evening, watching the sunset bleed into the horizon, his hand warm and solid in yours. No words. No plans. Just the two of you breathing in the same sky.

And without looking, he said:

“I used to think peace was something I had to fight for. But with you… it’s just there.”

You squeezed his hand.

And in the hush of that moment, with the world spinning soft and slow beneath your feet, you believed him.

The distance didn’t kill your love, but it did stretch it thin across time zones and lonely nights, and it made his return less like a reunion and more like learning how to hold him all over again—learning that the Leo who came back from the jungle wasn’t the same one who left. He was broader now, more serious than ever, and sometimes got lost in his own silence like it was the only thing he trusted. But he looked at you the same way, touched you the same way—tentatively, reverently, like every part of you was a prayer answered.

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THE RETURN

You still remembered the way his arms wrapped around you the first time he came back to the lair—not in some movie-perfect spin-and-dip hug, but something tighter, fiercer, almost desperate. He didn’t say much, barely got out a “Hey,” before his arms were locked around you and your face was buried in his neck. You could feel the roughness of travel in the folds of his bandana, smell the damp earth and jungle still clinging to his skin, hear the tremble in his breath as he exhaled like he’d been holding it for seven months.

You had whispered, “You came home,” and he’d replied, voice cracked with something brittle, “I had to.”

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THE NIGHTMARES

He didn’t talk about what happened while he was away—not at first. There were too many ghosts in his silence, too many things he hadn’t processed yet. But the nightmares gave him away. You’d wake to find him sitting at the edge of your shared bed, elbows on his knees, head in his hands, breathing like he was still running through the jungle.

You didn’t ask what he saw. You just touched his shoulder, climbed onto his back like a child needing reassurance, wrapped your arms around his chest and pressed your cheek to the curve between his shoulder and neck. “You’re not there anymore,” you’d murmur. “You’re here. You’re home. You’re with me.”

And every time, he’d cover your hand with his and hold it like it was the only solid thing in the world.

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DOMESTIC STILLNESS

The lair was quieter since his return. He wasn’t loud to begin with, but something about the way he moved now was even more subdued—gentle footsteps, careful glances, as if he wasn’t sure he was allowed to take up space anymore. But you found ways to fill the quiet together. Long evenings reading on the couch, your legs tossed lazily over his lap while he traced slow patterns into your shin with a calloused finger. Sometimes he’d fall asleep like that, upright and still, head bowed slightly, your warmth the only thing anchoring him to the present.

You learned to cook simple things together—soups, stir-fries, quiet meals shared shoulder-to-shoulder in the kitchen while the city buzzed beyond the sewers. He once smiled halfway through chopping carrots and said, “I missed this.”

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WHEN YOU FOUGHT

It wasn’t frequent, but when you fought, it was like a dam cracking. His voice rarely rose, but his words could cut sharp when he was afraid—“You don’t understand what’s at stake,” or “I have responsibilities you’ll never have to carry.”

And sometimes, it felt like he was still more committed to his duty than he was to you.

But when the silence settled afterward, when the adrenaline was gone and his shoulders dropped under the weight of regret, he always came to you. Not with grand apologies, but with his heart in his hands.

“I’m sorry,” he’d whisper, kneeling in front of you, fingers tangling in your own. “I’m trying to unlearn the part of me that thinks I have to do it all alone.”

And each time, you’d remind him—gently, sometimes with your own tears held at bay—that love wasn’t another mission to complete. It was allowed to be messy. To be shared. To be leaned into, not carried like armor.

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HIS UNGUARDED MOMENTS

There was one rainy evening when you caught him dancing in the kitchen—not good dancing, not graceful or poised—but pure, genuine awkward foot-tapping and hand-flailing while some old soul record played through the static of the lair’s ancient radio. He hadn’t seen you come in, and when he finally turned and saw you, he froze mid-step, one hand still raised like a deer caught in the act.

You laughed so hard you nearly cried.

He groaned, turned around, tried to play it off—but you ran to him and threw your arms around his neck and kissed him right there, half-bent in laughter, rain thudding overhead and the smell of cinnamon from the tea still steeping.

“You’re ridiculous,” you giggled into his skin.

His arms tightened around you, his voice low and happy. “I know. But only for you.”

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WHEN HE’S SICK

He is the worst patient.

Absolutely the worst.

He tries to train through fevers, insists he’s fine even while coughing into his arm, and refuses to rest until you threaten to sedate him. You have to wrestle him onto the couch and pile blankets on him like you’re trapping a wild animal.

“You’ll overheat me,” he grumbled once, flushed and pouty under two comforters and a quilt.

“You’re a reptile,” you replied, adjusting his position.

He gave you a look that was mostly amusement and slight betrayal. You kissed his forehead before he could argue again, and he melted instantly, limbs going soft under your touch.

“Okay. I’ll rest,” he mumbled.

And he did. Because if nothing else, Leo always listened when you asked him gently.

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HIS LOVE LANGUAGE

Leo was quiet with affection, but he showed it in the way he memorized everything about you—the way you liked your tea, the angle you curled into when you were cold, how you always tilted your head when trying to decide something. He’d hand you your favorite mug before you asked, pull a blanket over you without a word, step into the space behind you and wrap his arms around your waist like it was second nature.

When you were stressed, he’d set up a bath for you, light candles (awkwardly, because Raph always teased him for it), and sit nearby while you soaked, reading out loud from whatever book you were working through, voice calm and low.

When you were sad, he didn’t try to fix it. He’d just hold you—sometimes in silence, sometimes whispering little truths against your temple: “You’re not alone.” “I love you.” “I’m here.”

And somehow, that made everything bearable.

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THE MOMENT THAT STAYS

There was one late night—city asleep, lair humming soft with the sound of distant subway cars—where you both lay tangled in a nest of pillows and leftover warmth, your head on his chest, his fingers trailing up and down your back with thoughtless devotion.

And he whispered, like it hurt to say, “Sometimes I don’t know if I deserve this.”

You didn’t move. Just rested your hand over his heart and whispered back, “But you have it. Every part of it. Every part of me.”

And he pulled you in like that answer was the only thing keeping him whole.

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THE PATH FORWARD

He still struggled, sometimes. With balancing duty and love, with forgiving himself, with remembering he didn’t always have to be perfect to be worthy. But you stayed. Through every stumble, every silence, every moment where he thought he had to carry it all alone—you stayed.

And every time he looked at you, you could see it.

The peace.

The gratitude.

The quiet, relentless love that built itself up in the spaces between missions and memories, in every little moment you made together.

THE FIRST TIME HE REALIZED YOU WERE IT

It wasn’t even a grand moment. No sweeping music or slow-motion realization. Just you, one late afternoon, sitting cross-legged on the floor of the lair, a bowl of popcorn on your lap, humming some dumb song he didn’t even recognize while watching a show he didn’t really care for. Your hair was a little messy. Your shirt was one of his, worn and soft. Your fingers flicked popcorn into your mouth between laughs.

He was supposed to be training. Supposed to be focused. But something in his chest squeezed—slow, gentle, like his heart was blinking. And he knew, then and there, watching you in the glow of the TV, feet wiggling in time to the opening theme, that this was it. You were his person. His future. His home.

He’d said nothing. Just walked over, sat behind you, and rested his chin on your shoulder. Quiet. Heavy with feeling. You didn’t say anything either—just reached up and threaded your fingers through his.

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MOVIE NIGHTS GONE WRONG

He always picked the cheesiest, most dramatic action flicks. You made fun of him relentlessly for it.

“Leo, why do they keep flipping over cars? There’s no reason for this car to flip. It’s a normal road.”

“They’re setting up tension!”

“That guy just caught a grenade with his teeth.”

“Okay, but it was symbolic.”

You spent the entire runtime with your legs tossed over his lap, throwing popcorn at the screen while Leo tried to defend the plot like he wrote it personally. At some point, your arguing always dissolved into giggles, and by the end of the night, you were curled up against him, his arm around your waist, your head tucked under his chin.

He always said, “Next time, we’re watching something serious.”

And then picked another action flick every single time.

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THE TIME YOU TOOK CARE OF HIM WHEN HE WAS HURT

Leo wasn’t scared of getting hurt. He was a trained ninja. He knew pain. What he wasn’t good at? Accepting help.

“Leo, sit down.”

“I’m fine.”

“Leo, your side is literally bleeding onto the floor.”

“I’ve had worse.”

You had to push him—gently but firmly—onto the couch, your fingers tugging off his gear while he hissed and tried to pretend it didn’t hurt. You cleaned the gash slowly, carefully, your brows furrowed, mouth pressed into a flat line of worry.

He watched you, quiet. Noticing the way your hands trembled just a little. The way your lip wobbled like you were trying not to cry. And it hit him then, hard and sudden, how much you cared.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured.

“Because you’re hurt, idiot.”

He reached up, brushing your cheek with a knuckle. “I’m okay. Because you’re here.”

You sniffled and swatted his hand. “Don’t flirt while you’re bleeding.”

He grinned anyway. Blood loss and all.

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TRAINING TOGETHER

Leo was a surprisingly patient teacher—meticulous, focused, and always watching you with this tiny smile that said he was proud even when you were just learning how to punch.

He always caught you when you fell. Always adjusted your stance with careful hands, never too tight, just the right amount of touch to send a jolt down your spine.

When you finally knocked him on his shell (with some help, but you never had to know that), you stood over him panting, beaming, triumphant.

“Did you let me win?” you demanded.

He grunted, winded. “I plead the Fifth.”

You flopped down on him, laughing, sweat-slick and breathless.

“Next time, I’m going for Mikey.”

“Good luck,” he wheezed.

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THE TIME YOU WORE HIS GEAR

You’d been cold. That was the only reason. His chest strap was nearby, and you’d slung it on over your hoodie just for warmth—but then Leo had walked in mid-strut and stopped dead in the doorway.

He stared at you like you’d grown a second head. Or sprouted wings. Or maybe both.

“What?”

“…Nothing.”

“You’re blushing.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

He walked up slowly, eyes locked on you like you were something sacred.

“You can’t wear that,” he said, almost breathless.

“Why not?”

“Because—because I can’t focus when you do.”

You raised an eyebrow, smug. “Oh?”

He tore it off you in two seconds and kissed you up against the wall like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

You wore it again the next day.

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RAINY DAYS

You curled up in his bed while thunder rolled overhead, legs tangled together under too many blankets, both of you sleepy and warm and tangled in that lazy affection that only came when the weather outside demanded stillness.

Leo read out loud. A book you’d been working through together, his voice low and slow and a little rough from how relaxed he was. You had your head on his chest, listening more to the sound of him than the story.

He paused mid-sentence and kissed your hair without thinking.

You mumbled, “That’s not in the book.”

“Should be.”

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THE ARGUMENT

It was over something dumb. Pizza, or missed training, or him not letting you follow during a mission. But it exploded, like everything you’d both been bottling up came out in one go.

“You don’t trust me.”

“I’m trying to protect you!”

“And I’m not just something you can shelve when things get hard!”

Silence.

He stared at you, breathing hard. “I know,” he said finally. “I know. I’m sorry.”

You sat down hard on the couch, all your anger gone in one breath.

He joined you a second later. Quiet. Small.

“You mean everything to me,” he said. “It’s hard to let you be in danger. Even when I know you can handle it.”

You rested your forehead against his.

“Next time, let me decide what I can handle.”

He nodded. “I will.”

And he did.

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WHEN HE MISSED YOU

He once went away for a training retreat with Splinter. Only a week. But it felt longer than that.

he called when he could. Left you little notes in your hoodie pocket. Texted you every morning:

Morning, Sunshine.

Stay warm today.

Eat something real today, no cookies for breakfast.

I miss you.

When he came back, he held you like the world was ending. His face buried in your neck. His arms iron-tight around your waist. You didn’t speak for a long time. Just held each other, breathing each other in, until the ache of absence finally faded.

Later that night, curled up in bed, he whispered against your cheek, “I love you more every day.”

You whispered back, “I never stopped missing you.”

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WHEN YOU GOT HURT

He panicked. Like, really panicked.

There was blood. A sprain. You were limping. And Leo was at your side instantly, eyes wild, hands trembling, trying to touch you everywhere at once—your face, your arms, your legs—checking.

“Are you okay? Talk to me. Where does it hurt?”

You tried to laugh it off. “It’s not that bad—”

“You’re hurt.”

His voice cracked on the word.

He carried you home. Didn’t let go once. And when you were bandaged up and resting, he just sat beside you, head bowed, hands clasped.

“I can’t lose you,” he said quietly.

“You won’t,” you promised.

And he didn’t.

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A PEACEFUL FUTURE

There was one evening where nothing hurt. No fights. No stress. Just the two of you on the rooftop, watching the stars through the hazy New York night. You were sitting between his legs, his arms around you, your fingers laced with his.

He murmured, “Ever think about the future?”

You tilted your head. “All the time.”

“What do you see?”

You leaned back against him. “You. Somewhere quiet. Maybe a cabin. A garden. Peace.”

He was quiet for a long time.

Then he whispered, “I want that. With you.”

And you sat there, under the stars, wrapped in warmth and the promise of a someday that felt more real than any mission ever had.

WHEN YOU REALIZED DATING LEO MEANT NEVER BEING BORED AGAIN

It started with a text.

leo: meet me on the roof. urgent.

You panicked. Sprinting up the stairs, heart racing, imagining blood, tears, a krang invasion, a missile falling from space. Only to find him dramatically lying on the floor like he was in a Renaissance painting, hand over his forehead, face contorted in pretend agony.

“What happened?!”

He blinked open one eye. “They... they ate the last pizza roll.”

“…Leo.”

“I was SAVING it. It had my name on it. I wrote it in Sharpie. In cursive.”

You groaned so loud it echoed, but then he sat up and gave you the most ridiculous puppy eyes in existence.

“Only your love can fill the pizza-roll-shaped hole in my heart.”

You still kissed him. Because of course you did.

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THE TIME HE TRIED TO MAKE YOU A ROMANTIC DINNER AND ALMOST SET THE LAIR ON FIRE

He insisted. “I can cook. I watched a whole two-minute tutorial. I am a culinary legend.”

You should’ve known something was wrong when you smelled smoke before you even got to the kitchen.

You burst in to find him frantically trying to teleport flames off the stove and onto random plates, his apron reading “Kiss the Chef (Or Else),” flour on his face, and one noodle dangling from his bandana like it had tried to flee and died in the attempt.

“I can fix this,” he said, wild-eyed.

“Leo.”

“You love me, right?”

“…unfortunately.”

He ended up ordering pizza. You both ate it on the floor, legs tangled together, sauce on your faces, laughing so hard your stomachs hurt. You never let him cook again.

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WHEN YOU WERE SAD AND HE TRIED (HIS VERSION OF) COMFORTING YOU

He didn’t always know what to say when you were quiet. When your eyes didn’t sparkle like they usually did, when your words got shorter, sadder, when you started holding your breath more than speaking.

But he knew what to do.

He appeared in your room wearing a blanket cape and a handmade crown (don’t ask where the glitter came from), holding a glittery scepter made of a spoon and duct tape.

“I hereby declare today A No Sad Days Zone,” he announced. “By royal decree, you are required to be adored, pampered, and held like the precious creature you are.”

You blinked at him.

Then you burst into tears.

He panicked—panicked—but then you just clung to him and buried your face in his plastron, sobbing and laughing all at once, and he just held you.

He held you until the tears stopped. He kept the crown on the entire time.

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COUCH CUDDLES, AKA HIS FAVORITE PASTIME

Leo would always pull you into his lap the second you even glanced at the couch. Movie night? His lap. Game night? His lap. Nap time? Guess what.

He called it “his throne,” and you were “the crown jewel.”

His arms were always wrapped tight around your waist, chin perched on your shoulder, legs tangled beneath you. He radiated body heat like a furnace and always hummed random songs in your ear—off-key, sometimes on purpose.

And if anyone dared interrupt?

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize you were trying to DIE today.”

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WHEN HE GOT JEALOUS

He wasn’t mean about it. But he was dramatic.

Someone flirted with you at the hidden city market once and Leo stared them down with the intensity of a thousand suns.

“Hey,” you whispered, nudging him. “Be nice.”

“I am being nice,” he said, arm tightening around your waist. “I haven’t banished them to another dimension. That’s restraint, baby.”

You rolled your eyes, but he leaned down and kissed your cheek in front of them, whispering, “Mine,” into your skin.

You never saw the stranger again. You assumed it was a coincidence. Probably.

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THE TIME YOU GOT HURT

Leo tried to laugh it off.

At first.

“You’ve had worse papercuts than this,” you groaned, clutching your arm.

“Yeah,” he said, voice too high. “Totally. Totally fine. Not freaking out. Nope.”

He teleported you to Donnie so fast you almost threw up, and then paced like a caged tiger while Donnie worked.

When Donnie said you’d be okay, Leo collapsed onto the floor in a heap of relief. “Sweet merciful pizza gods,” he moaned.

You stared at him. “You good?”

He reached for your hand from the floor. “You’re not allowed to die. That’s, like, the one rule.”

“I just sprained my wrist.”

“The ONE RULE!”

You had to climb down to kiss him where he’d melted. He didn’t move, just sighed dramatically. “Your love resurrects me.”

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PILLOW FIGHTS TURNED WAR ZONES

It started innocent. A little bop to the head while you were both making the bed. He smirked. You smirked.

Then he jumped behind you like a villain and whacked you square in the back with a pillow so hard you went flying onto the mattress.

“You DARE challenge the champion?!” he cackled.

“YOU’RE A COWARD.”

War was declared. Pillows were shredded. A plush turtle went flying and broke a lamp. Mikey walked by once and got caught in the crossfire. Raph had to confiscate your pillows for a week.

But your laughter echoed through the lair long after the feathers settled.

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LATE NIGHT CONFESSIONS

It was 3 a.m.

You couldn’t sleep. And Leo… well, Leo never really slept unless he had to.

You were lying on the rooftop, side by side, the city humming beneath you, stars barely visible through the glow.

“I don’t get it,” you murmured. “Why me?”

He turned to you slowly.

“What?”

“You could have anyone. You’re Leo. You’re cool, and funny, and handsome—”

“Go on,” he said, waggling his brows.(or..the bones..that were there..)

You laughed, but looked away. “Seriously. You’re you. Why’d you pick me?”

He was quiet. Then:

“Because I’ve never met someone who looked at me like I was more than the jokes. Like I could be something... real. And you make me feel like I’m not pretending all the time.”

You turned back. His eyes were so soft.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I know,” he said. “I love you more.”

And then he kissed you slow, under the stars, like the city was just background noise.

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THOSE TINY, SILENT MOMENTS THAT MEANT EVERYTHING

Like when he always waited for you to walk through portals first, just to make sure you’d land okay.

Or how he’d draw little doodles on your arm with his fingers when you sat beside him, absentminded and sweet.

The way he’d steal your snacks and then pretend he saved them from “spoiling.”

How his hand always found yours—without even thinking, like muscle memory.

The way he looked at you when you laughed too hard. Like the world had just started spinning again. Like you were gravity.

---

THE MOMENT HE KNEW IT WAS FOREVER

He had been scared. Of being serious. Of committing. Not because he didn’t love you—he did, deeply, wildly—but because sometimes he felt like a spotlight with nothing under it. All flash, no foundation.

But you believed in him. Always.

And one morning, you were curled up on the couch, your head on his lap, hair tangled, sleep-warm and safe, and you looked up and mumbled, “I want this forever.”

And Leo, for once, didn’t crack a joke. Didn’t tease.

He just smiled. Soft. Wide.

“Me too.”

THE FIRST TIME YOU REALIZED HOW HARD HE TRIES TO IMPRESS YOU

It wasn’t loud. Not like most things with Leo. Not like his chaotic flips through the living room or his exaggerated battle cries or the way he used to dramatically flop over the furniture anytime he got a scratch and yell, “Tell my story…”

No, it was subtle—like the way he started fixing his bandana every time you walked into the room, smoothing it out in the reflection of the toaster oven or tugging at his elbow pads like they were fancy suit cuffs. Like the way he stood a little straighter when you were around, or the soft flush that crept up his cheeks when you caught him staring too long. You hadn’t realized it before—how much he wanted to impress you, how every quip, every gesture, every over-exaggerated pose was him holding out his heart in his hands, not quite sure what to do with it, but hoping you’d take it anyway.

And when you finally told him, just barely above a whisper, “You don’t have to try so hard. I already love you,” he froze. Blinked once. Twice.

Then smiled—small and bright, the kind of smile that made your ribs ache with how tender it was.

“Okay,” he said, voice cracking just a little. “But I’m still gonna keep trying.”

---

WHEN YOU FOUND OUT HOW PHYSICALLY CLINGY HE IS

Leo was a limpet.

If he was within three feet of you, odds were high he was touching you—elbow against yours while you sat at the table, knee bumping yours when you stood still, arm slung around your shoulder like he was your personal weighted blanket.

But his favorite thing? Cuddling. Not just cute, little snuggle-in-bed cuddling. Full body clinging. He’d sprawl across you like a blanket that talked too much, his chin resting on your chest, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, legs tangled with yours like you’d both get blown away in a storm if he let go.

You couldn’t move. Not without hearing a soft little whine and feeling him grip you tighter like a sleepy octopus. “Don’t gooo,” he’d murmur into your shirt, voice muffled. “You’re my favorite pillow.”

Even if you peeled yourself away, you’d find him crawling after you five minutes later like a needy little cat. “Come baaaack, I miss you already,” he’d say, despite you having only gone to grab water.

You stopped fighting it after a while. Not just because it was cute (though it was disgustingly cute), but because the way he sighed when you let him hold you—like all his tension dissolved the second he had you in his arms—made something melt in your chest.

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THE DAY HE BROUGHT YOU FLOWERS AND GOT PUNCHED (KINDA)

He’d been planning it for days.

You knew something was up. He’d been suspiciously sneaky, whispering with Mikey and giggling in corners, acting like he was pulling off a heist every time he left the lair. Then, one day, he came into your room holding a messy, chaotic bouquet that looked like it had survived a battle with a weedwhacker—but he was beaming, blue eyes wide and bright, petals in his teeth, leaves sticking out of his bandana.

“For you,” he said proudly, thrusting the bouquet toward you like it was Excalibur and you were royalty.

You stepped forward to take it—and promptly got smacked in the face by a thorny stem sticking out at an unholy angle.

“OH MY GOSH—I’M SO SORRY—I SWEAR I—MIKEY SAID IT WAS A ROSE—IS THIS POISON IVY—ARE YOU BLEEDING—SHOULD I GO GET DONNIE—IS THIS HOW I LOSE YOU—”

You were laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe.

He looked so distressed, cradling your face and inspecting the barely-there scratch like you were on your deathbed. “I just wanted to be romantic,” he sniffled.

You kissed him on the cheek and said, “You are. You’re the most romantic person I know.”

He carried that bouquet around for the rest of the day like it was sacred. Accidentally hit Raph with it. Refused to apologize.

---

WHEN HE GOT NERVOUS ABOUT SAYING “I LOVE YOU” AND BLURTED SOMETHING ELSE INSTEAD

You knew he loved you.

It was obvious—in the way he always remembered your drink order from that one place, in how he’d travel across five boroughs to bring you your favorite snack, in how he always instinctively stood between you and danger with his arm held out like a shield. But saying it? That was another story.

One night, curled up in a hammock, swinging slowly with the sound of the city murmuring through the lair vents, he was holding you close—closer than usual, his hand rubbing gentle circles into your back, his voice quieter than normal. You looked up, about to speak, when he blurted:

“I really like your face.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I mean—not just your face, I like—you. All of you. I just—you know—your face is—really great—and—uh—”

You stared.

He panicked.

“I LOVE YOUR FACE, OKAY?”

You were laughing before you could stop yourself. You grabbed his cheeks, squishing them until his words stopped fumbling out in a rush, and said, “Leo. It’s okay. I love your face, too.”

His whole body melted.

Later, when it was darker and softer and sleep was starting to curl into the edges of your mind, you heard him whisper it. So quiet it barely existed.

“I love you.”

You squeezed his hand and whispered it back.

---

THE FIRST TIME HE SAW YOU CRY

He didn’t know what to do at first.

You weren’t loud. You didn’t scream or sob or throw things. You just... shut down. Went quiet. Your hands shook when you tried to hold your cup. Your breath hitched like your chest was breaking under invisible weight.

And Leo—Leo, who could attempt to talk his way out of any situation, who could joke through danger and chaos and fear—suddenly had no words.

He sat beside you. Not too close at first. Let you curl inward, pull your sleeves over your hands. He waited until you looked up at him, until your walls cracked just enough to let him in.

Then he opened his arms.

You collapsed into him without hesitation, and he held you like you were something breakable and precious, rubbing your back in slow, even strokes, murmuring nonsense—little sweet words, things like “you’re safe” and “I’ve got you” and “let me carry some of it, please.”

And when you finally fell asleep against his chest, his hand in your hair, he whispered, “You don’t have to be okay for me to love you. I love you anyway.”

---

WHEN YOU GOT HURT AND HE WENT FERAL

He doesn’t remember half of it.

One second you were fine, laughing beside him during a fight, trading jokes and ducking lasers, and the next—someone knocked you to the ground. Hard.

He saw red.

He was not the biggest, not the strongest—not like Raph—but Leo was fast. And when he was angry, when something precious was threatened, he moved like a knife through air.

By the time the others caught up, the attacker was down—hard—and Leo was at your side, shaking, his hands hovering over you like he didn’t know where to touch, afraid anything might hurt you more.

You were okay. Just a bump. Maybe a scrape.

But he held your face in his hands and whispered, “I need you to be okay. I can’t—please—just—stay with me—”

You kissed him. Right there. Right in the middle of the battlefield.

“I’m okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

He didn’t let go of your hand for hours.

---

SILLY MOMENTS THAT HAPPENED WHEN NO ONE WAS LOOKING

Like when he tried to do one of those “cool lean-in” kisses and headbutted you by accident. You both had matching bruises for a week. You still call him "horny turtle" when you want to make him blush.

Or the time he accidentally turned on romantic music during patrol and started spinning you around like a ballroom dancer in the middle of a dark alley. “For ambiance,” he claimed.

When you were brushing your teeth and he peeked around the corner to rap battle with your mouth full of toothpaste. You lost.

Or how sometimes, when he thinks you’re asleep, he whispers little things into your hair like, “You’re my favorite part of the day,” and “I think I want forever with you.”

---

WHEN HE KNEW HE WANTED YOU TO BE HIS FOREVER

He didn’t know how to say it. Not really. Not yet. But he knew.

It was a quiet night. You were sitting beside him on the fire escape, legs dangling, your head resting on his shoulder, the stars barely flickering against the smog. He looked at you—just looked—and felt that ache in his chest that wasn’t painful, just big. Too big to contain.

You turned and smiled at him like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like you knew he was in love without him saying it. And you kissed his cheek and said, “I’m happy.”

And Leo?

He held your hand and whispered, “Me too.”

But what he really meant was:

I want every tomorrow to have you in it.

[holycrimin]

In honor of me getting my first ever TMNT Comic,

here's Leo with a crush who gets overly excited when gifted something they're obsessed/hyperfixated with (cough definitely not me cough)

while I did buy the comic for myself (it was an Eastman and Laird's TMNT adventure special) I wanted to explore this more because my brain is way too active and i need an outlet lol

pls dont blame me if its a little ooc, im trying my best and this is impulsive T0T

note: Reader uses they/them, Leo is a massive dork, semi proofread

2012!Leo x Expressive!Reader

Saw something he thought you'd like while on patrol,

"Hey guys, you think they'll like this?" He looks throught the window.

They snicker and shit on him (lovingly in a sibling way)

Whether it was a poster or figurine or comic, he's getting that baby just for you

Obviously he'd get it by paying because stealing would be wrong.

And by paying he means snatching it in the middle of the night and leaving a twenty with an apology note

Because that's what heroes do

anyway

Hops up to your apartment,

(with his brothers watching from the shadows because they absolutely cannot resist a good show. yes, even Donnie; like a true hypocrite)

He makes sure that neither your parents are there with you and he knocks on the window

You, with your ultra smart brain, immediately knew it was him because it was either that or a murderer that climbed up to specifically your window to murder you

which was unlikely, but hey, so was being friends with a giant turtle

You open your window and are immediately greeted with a shiny (not-so-brand new) comic/poster/figurine of the thing you talked about nonstop for weeks. maybe months. actually now that you think about it it mightve been year—

"Hey."

"Wh-"

"No way. NO WAY." You take it out of his hands (gently) and look at it in awe, before looking up at him with a dazzled expression

(If you squinted you could see sparkles coming off of you)

"What- Where- Dude. Where'd you even find this?!" A wide grin on your face as you look at him.

"Oh y'know.. Patrol and fighting bad guys, awesome stuff. Uh, then, y'know.. I found some merch that I thought you'd like."

"Dude he's seriously blowing this." one of the guys (mikey) whisper. "Yeah, he's worse than Donnie." he says, earning a 'Hey!' from Donnie.

Leo glares at them for a second before turning his attention back to you.

You let out a giddy giggle, "ahh! dude!"

"Dude." You set it down gently and put both of your hands on his shoulders. "I. Love you. So much. You know that?"

He blushes a little, "Well, I mean, it's not really a big de-"

"Not a big deal?! DUDDEE I LOVE IT SO MUCH. Is this a marriage proposal?" You say, shaking him a little.

"Wh- um.. What?" Leo lets out a weak chuckle, he feels his face heating up. "Because I accept. Let's get married, I love you so much. Oh my god, you have no idea-"

Ohhh god.

Yeah, that does it.

Well, even more than it already has.

"Whahahaha... Okay, uh, You don't really mean that, do y-" Oh.

"..Oh, sorry, is that too far? I mean, I do it with my other friends, but I'm not sure- Leo?" Yeah, no this is going to kill him. Kinda pathetic, huh? That a kiss on the cheek could send him spiraling just like that.

"Ah.. hahahah! Okay cool, haha.. uh, bye! I'll ah.. see you tomorrow? yep. Yeah. Okay, bye!"

He runs off.

Aw crap.

Did you do something wrong? God, you hope not. Maybe you should tone it down next time.

"Smooth moves brother, really got them falling for you."

"Shut up."

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Total writing time: idk like 15-20 mins?

Any fellow fic writers feel free to take inspo or even write a direct sequel to this, I just really like this idea and would absolutely love to read more abt it lol

[jokingmisfit]

A Leonardo Who... (NSFW)

A Leo who fucks you doggy style in front of a mirror.

Who has such a high stamina he can go for hours before cumming and has to go at least three rounds.

A Leo who bites and nips at your neck and chin to cover you completely.

Who tells you to make eye contact through the mirror when you cum and doesn't let you if you don't.

A Leo who is so incredibly good at praising you.

Who fucks you even harder if you praise him back.

A Leo who's so goddamn loud about sex you can't do it with anyone else home.

Who cums in you with or without a condom just because you're brainless and he can.

A Leo who tells you to look at how good you look being fucked

Who is so clingy afterwards that you're not allowed to leave for hours.

A Leo who fucks you so good you can't leave even if you want to.

A Leonardo who fucks you slowly in missionary.

Who somehow while being sensually fucks you super hard.

A Leonardo whose only noises are heavy pants and an occasional "good girl/boy".

Who holds your arms over your head because he just loves how helpless you look.

A Leonardo who barely lets you breathe because he has to ravish your mouth.

Whose hands are all over you and nowhere on you at the same time.

A Leo who will cum first, but still go for several rounds without stopping.

Who runs you a bath and makes you tea after.

A Leo who will sometimes have lazy sex in the bath with you.

Who will lay with you until you fall asleep.

A Leo who after you've drifted goes to train in the dojo so he can release the rest of his pent up energy.

A Leo who has you ride him.

Who despite the cowgirl position has complete control over you and your body.

A Leo who sometimes makes you ride his thigh several times before he fucks you because he loves how you sound when overstimulated.

Whose hands grab your waist or thighs and moves you up and down on his cock.

A Leo who teases you about not being able to control anything.

Who takes pride in his power over you.

A Leo who leaves marks all over you, but doesn't let you do the same.

Who will smack your ass if you even try to disobey him.

A Leo who afterwards doesn't take his cock out and carries you to the shower so he can fuck you in there too.

Who when you're both done has to carry you for the rest of the evening because you can't feel your legs.

[multi-fandomedfreak]

🦉 Owl Mannerisms 🦉

Authors note: <-(gosh it feels good to write that again) Needed to get this out of my system or else I wouldn’t be able to sleep :P

Pairing: 2k12!Leonardo x owl mutant!reader. Established relationship.

Description: Did you know some owls prefer to take nests built by other animals? You happen to be one of them.

⚠️Warnings⚠️ : ok a little proofread now

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So. You’re part owl.

It’s pretty awesome, you’re not gonna lie.

Like, you can do so many cool things that you now.

Scaring the lights out of the brothers by moving your head a full 180 always makes you cackle.

Oh! Night vision! Super useful. It’s practically cheating when you play hide and seek with the boys. But do they gotta know that? …nahh.

Although, there are some things you’re still getting used to…and that you’re discovering about yourself.

Like the little feathers that litter your skin. They tickle a bit at times. Your wings are pretty huge too. Plus you have zero space awareness. Chaos ensues.

Also—apparently—owls are a little different than other birds when it comes to nesting. As in, some of them sorta just take the nest of other animals.

Which would explain why you simply refused to get up when Leo asked if you could move off his bed. To be fair, he didn’t try that hard.

“Leooo…let me stay..”

Your uncharacteristically whiny voice made Leo raise a nonexistent eyebrow, despite knowing you couldn’t see it. Since, ya know, your head was buried so deep under his blankets he wondered if you could breathe.

You heard a breathy chuckle come from him nonetheless, his breath tickling your arm. The feathers there fluttered in response. His fond smiled widened.

“I’m not asking you to leave. I’m just asking you to move over. I wanna lay down too.” He stroked the feathers on your arm as he spoke. You noticeably leaned into his touch and let out a small cooing sound.

Dang. You folded like a lawn chair, huh?.

“Totally knew that. Now get in here.”

You scooted closer to the wall and lifted up your tawny colored wing for him to lie under. Your eyes opened slightly to see a triumphant smile on Leo’s cute face as he settled into bed. Your face broke out into its own smile.

Your wing enveloped him as his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. A content sight left your lips as you snuggled into his collar bone and he pressed a loving kiss on your forehead in response.

After settling into a comfortable silence for a while his voice mumbled out a question.

“Not that I’m complaining but why the sudden interest in my bed?”

His words slurred slightly and his breathing deepened—a clear indicator that he was getting sleepy. You could feel your own eyes drooping as well as you replied.

“When owls are nesting, they like to take the nests of other animals.”

He hummed in response, pulling you a little closer.

“…and your bed smells like you…so..”

Despite having been together for quite some time now, you could still feel your face heat up after admitting this.

His chest rumbled as a small laugh escaped him which only deepened your blush. It made you feel a little less embarrassed when you felt his neck heat up as well.

“Anything else I need to know?”, he asked in reference to the owl part of you.

You hummed in contemplation. You couldn’t think straight, however, due to his finger absentmindedly playing with the feathers on your back. Which is why your deepest, darkest, secret spilled out of you before you could stop it.

“I can cheat during hide and seek ‘cause of my night vision.”

…

“traitor.”

[blueberri-blu]

Learning You...

Leo

Omg!! My first writing!

If you have any constructive criticism I'd love to hear it! I'm pretty new to this so I'll take any advice I can get!

I feel like this can be interpreted as Bayverse or 2012 Leo

No Trigger warnings, but let me know if I need to add any ^^

Donnie ♡⁠˖ Mikey ♡⁠˖ Raph ♡⁠˖

Leo

Meeting Him

You meet on one of the rare times he goes outside without his brothers, looking for peace and quiet

You're walking back home after a long day, unfortunately in the dark

Some guys come out from an alley way and grab you, making you scream as loud as you can for help

Leo hears you, and runs as fast as he can

Although he tried his best to stay in the shadows as he beat them down, you were able to take a small glimpse at him

For a second you could see is hesitance, but you thanked him softly, as to not scare him

He was surprised, but pulled himself together to keep his cool, and gave you his number in case you needed anything (and only casually threatened you if you ever made his existence known)

Befriending Him

After a couple of incidents where you felt unsafe and wanted him to walk you home, he gained the confidence to invite you to hangout

He wanted to get to know you better (as one of the few people who knew about him) before meeting his brothers

He'd pick you up at your rooftop, and he gets there about 15 minutes early, not wanting to waste your time

You go on a long walk, talking about anything and everything

These walks became your weekly routine, and soon he'd feel comfortable enough for you to meet his brothers

When you go to meet his brothers, Leo is nervous, though he doesn't let it show

Mikey immediately warms up to you, Donnie just throwing in a quick Nice to meet you!, Raph on the other hand is apprehensive

It takes a while, and multiple visits to the lair, but all of the brothers get accustomed to your presence

Leo finds the bond you have with his brothers another reason to trust you

As friends, you and leo mainly sit and meditate, or have tea

Your peaceful walks are now almost nightly, as you two talk about your struggles, comforting each other with your presence

First Date

Being the traditional gentleman he is, it takes awhile for home to ask you out

He prefers to befriend beforehand

He wants to get to know you first

When he does ask you out, it's with flowers and chocolates

He totally asks Master Splinter beforehand for advice

He asks you out for dinner on a rooftop

He wants to do this right, and Master Splinters told him to be true to his heart

The night is filled with nervous giggles and bashful eyes

He takes note of everything you do

The way you look away when you make eye contact, or the foods you don't seem too keen on eating

At the end of the night, he walks you home

(more like carries you to your rooftop)

Once you get there, he doesn't quite know what to do

But you lean in and kiss him on the cheek and say goodnight and thank you

He practically skips home afterwards

Dating Him

After awhile, he gets comfortable with you

He won't look away in embarrassment as much

He is still very attentive and detail oriented

You'll find your favorite snack in the lair

And his brothers seem to be in their best behavior (as good as they can be) when you come over

You meet Master Splinter after the fifth date

He loves and adores you, thinking you'll help leo relax a bit and help him manage his many burdens

You get along well with master splinter, coming over for tea and meditation

Leo loves that you've integrated well with his family

He just loves you with all he can, bringing you flowers and your favorite snack whenever he can "just because"

All in all, I think with Leo it would be a slow burn traditional and romantic relationship 💙🩵

[mochiimadness]

Okay so this MIGHT sound odd but, do you think you can do headcanons for a neurodivergent reader giving the turtles (either Rise or 2012, whichever versions easier to write) gifts as their love language?

And what I mean by that is giving them little things that they think they’ll like, for example giving Donnie an old toaster that stopped working for spare parts, or sharing a cool recipe with Mikey, etc etc? And the turtles would be confused until they learn about it being a love language/neurodivergent thing :)

(And btw, I love reading your headcanons!!!)

2012 Turtles x neurodivergent reader who's love language is gift giving

Writing for the 2012 turtles, they need some love ^^

Ack, I missed the last part and had to go back and almost didn't add the confusion part in r.i.p

Also wasn't sure if you wanted this to be romantic or platonic, so it's left up to interpretation ^^

Fearless Leader

He appreciates your gifts so much

You took saw these little trinkets and thought of him????

He's tearing up

He always thanks you and gives you a hug when you gift him anything

Even if on the off chance he doesn't like it as much,

He'll still put it up on his shelf with the other trinkets.

At first,

He was thankful of course, but why were you giving him all these gifts?????

Didn't want to seem rude by not accepting them,

But the more you kept doing it, the more confused he got

Eventually, he just politely asks why you're doing this.

Was he suppose to be doing something specific in return???

But when you tell him it's just your love language

He kinda has a

"Oh!!!" moment of realization

Absolutely treasures anything relating to tea, meditation, or Space Heroes

Oh??? You saw this brand of tea and thought he might enjoy it???

He is savoring every sip (even if he doesn't like the flavor, he can and will drink it all)

Or you had some left over candles and wanted to give them to him for meditation???

He lights them every time, they're his favorite scents now

All the gifts you give him are well kept!

Especially the Space Heroes comic you had found while thrifting

"Hey Leo, I found this comic on sale and thought you might like it!"

He takes the Space Hero comic from you with such gentleness, you'd think you'd just given him an egg

Even long after he finished the show and moved on,

He still held such a fondness for it

It is always near and dear to his heart

So when you gifted him a comic of his favorite show??

He nearly cried

His eyes shine with unshed tears and he brings you into a firm, but gentle hug

"Thank you so, so much."

Donnie-pedia

Gift giving is also Donnie's love language!

Usually, he's the one making and giving gifts to his friends and family

So when you start giving him gifts that you thought he might like??

He gives you one of the biggest, brightest, gap-toothed smile you've ever seen

"You got this? For me?? Really?!"

He's so excited

Already ranting about how neat the gift you've given him is

It could be a toaster or some spare krang parts you'd found (there's always some to be found in the back alleys and sewers of New York) or even a random book

He always finds a way to use or appreciate them

He's not as confused as his brothers about you giving him gifts,

After all, he does a similar thing!

But he does start overthinking

What if you're expecting a gift in return?????

What if it's an important day???

He starts worrying over this,

Which leads to him busting out his old white board and writing down everything these gifts could possibly mean

You end up explaining that this was just your love language, once you walk in on him connecting red lines on his theory board

(seriously, why would you giving gifts to him have anything to do with foretelling a dimension X invasion?)

Usually, when you give him anything that can be used in his inventions-

He'll set straight to working on it, after giving you a quick squeeze, of course

"Oh this is perfect, I was looking for something to use in this!"

He presents to you his finished machine,

The gift you gave him having been the missing piece he needed

After showing it to you, he gives you a quick hug

"Thank you so much! That gift was just what I needed."

Also makes gifts for you!

For example, if you gave him some colorful bolts you managed to find

He'll turn them into little matching bracelets for the two of you!

Dr. Prankenstein

Mikey gets so excited every time you gift him something

Has and will pick you up and spin you around each and every time you gift him something

He honestly doesn't find it confusing at first!

Genuinely is just happy to receive these gifts

Doesn't really think twice about it-

Until someone points out that you don't exactly go around giving gifts to just anyone

Then he gets curious, and a little confused

He will just ask you about it flat out

Oh??? It's your love language???

Cool!!!

He loves receiving random recipes from you

"Hey Mikey! I found another one I thought you might like."

"Ooo- let me see!!"

Loves to try making those dishes with you

Sometimes they end up with the kitchen covered in accidentally exploded mash potatoes

Sometimes they end up with the most delicious cake you've ever tasted!

Either way, Mikey loves it

He also loves receiving any other gifts from you

It could be a really cool rock you found

or some cute stuffie you found

He loves them all

Has a whole section of his room dedicated to storing and displaying your gifts

He even carries around a rock or two that you gave him

"For good luck, duh!"

Will also go to the surface to try to find you some little gifts in return

Usually he makes you flower crowns and chains!

Sometimes, he gets help from April or Big Sis Karai though

They'll get him some snacks that he knows you like

When you come down to the lair, he'll jump out and surprise you with some snacks and a movie night!

Also has one of the latest dishes he made with the recipes you gave him ^^

Mean Green Fighting Machine

Raph may act tough around his family

But he's an absolute softie

He's choking up whenever you give him these lil' gifts

Tries his best to take care of these gifts

Though, they may get a bit roughed up during a particularly angry episode or fight

When this does happen though, he does his best to fix them up

Hates it when the gifts you have him get broken or lost

So he keeps them in a storage box for safe keeping!

Though at first,

He was a little suspicious and confused when you started giving him gifts

Like, why???

Did you want something from him??

Were you planning something???

What did you want?

"No, seriously, what's with all the gifts? Ya up to somethin'?"

Pls just explain to him that it's your love language before you get interrogated

Once he knows tho??

He's so touched

You got this for him just because you care??

No strings attached?

Congrats, you've got a turtle who can and will beat up anything that brings you harm

It's how he shows he cares ^^

Surprisingly enough,

He loves receiving any artsy things from you

Especially paint or paint brushes

He goes out of his way to make sure those stay safe

He also loves receiving anything artsy!

If you ever make him a drawing or oragami

He's going to cherish it forever

He may even invite you to join him in an art session later-

"Don't ya dare tell anyone though."

Hope you enjoyed!

[starrayblogs]

Please hsc tmnt2012 x reader in which the reader, during an argument, impulsively tells the turtle that he is a monster/mutant/mistake something like that, immediately realizes it and apologizes profusely, how do they react

ohhhh i've read so many scenarios like this back in like 2016 and they were the WORST– like they made me feel so horrible reading them because why would you call my boys that!!?

anyway, history repeats itself so i hope you get sad over this one too teehee. if someone asks for a reconciliation to this hcs, i'll probably do it :D

anyway, likes and reblogs are appreciated!

pairings: (2012) leonardo x reader, raphael x reader, donatello x reader, and michelangelo x reader (gender neutral)

will include: angst

The mission went wrong in all possible ways. You had messed up your part of the mission and it ended up jeopardizing the entire plan. To add, you were injured in the battle and your favorite turtle had to come save you.

You were beginning to wish he hadn't.

He was lecturing you in his room, telling you all the things you should've done, should've avoided, and he just kept going on and on with this and that. You tried to defend yourself too.

However, it just became a pointless argument. You were heated and, then, you said something you didn't mean to...

Leonardo

"What did you expect, Leo!? I'm just a human with regular human abilities! You're a freak!" You yelled, standing up from his bed and pointing a finger at him.

You gasp. Your hands quickly cover your mouth as your face paints with guilt.

Leo blinks his eyes at you for a bit before dipping his head down. "Please, leave," he turns his back to you before pointing to the direction of his door. "Leave right now." He orders quietly.

when you finally leave the room, he rushes to the door and slides down with his shell against it. this way, you can't push his door open. not when he's pushing up against it

leo is the type to dwell on situations until it's been resolved. from what you yelled at him that night, this would never resolve

he makes sure to keep himself hidden as much as possible when you're down in the sewer after that. which is mostly locking himself in his room to meditate instead of the dojo.

if he does happen to bump into you, he does everything to hide his face at least before slipping back in the shadows. like freaks are used to do

he doesn't have the confidence to confront you either. he's fully convinced that when you don't try to talk to him again, that you really think he's a freak. that you don't want him in your life

every time that he meditates, all he can think about was the time you called him a freak. every time that he spars, all he can think of was that. it occupies his thoughts so badly

it makes him act irrational on patrols; he would yell at his brothers at the slightest slip up or beat up a kraangdroid longer than he should, and then he sees it-

his reflection in the metal. eyes white, teeth bared, and mask furrowed. he blinks and stumbles back as a cry locks itself in the middle of his throat. you were right, he is a freak

Raphael

"I'm injured, Raph! I'm clearly not in the mood to be scolded right now! What kind of monster do you have to be!?" You scream at him, jabbing a finger to his chest momentarily.

"Wha- monster!?" He growls.

"Yeah, yeah you are! You're a big, big, horrible, and rude monster!!!" You blow up in his face. He releases a sharp 'ha!' and grabs you by your shoulders, to which you grab him by the wrists.

It's no use pushing him back, considering he's much stronger. So the argument ends with you overlapping each other as Raph pushes you outside his room.

Only then do you realize what you said to him when he releases your shoulders. You were so blinded by your own anger than you didn't see the small shine in his eyes. Tears.

"Raph-" The door slams in your face.

he listens for your footsteps to tell if you've left or not. once you're gone, he tears up his room.

the entire sewer city of new york could probably hear him break his punching dummy, ripping comics, and screaming his lungs out. they hear everything but one thing, which is him crying

he spends his days going through different sewer pipes because his family got tired of him breaking things in the lair. he spends his day blaming you; telling himself that you were the one in the wrong

but at night, when he's tired himself out from wrecking and crying, he takes it all back. you were right, he is a monster

raph is the type to beat his sadness out to pass it off as anger until his tired and admits himself that he is sad. he's sad that you see him that way, and that you were correct

when he hears you're in the lair at night, he goes silent. he's the type to not want to be seen or heard by you again, because he's afraid that he'll just show you just how much of a monster he is again

Donatello

"Why don't you just go bug off, Donnie?! I'm sure an animal like yourself can do that!" In your outburst, you accidentally knock over a beaker. When it shatters on the ground, you realize what you've said.

You look to the turtle. He looked so sad. His mask was slightly furrowed, his mouth just a tad open, and his eyes glossy. He didn't look just sad, no– he looked hurt. You open your mouth to explain yourself, but he speaks first.

"Excuse me..." Donnie leaves the room with his head down.

donnie's obviously the type to drown himself in work to try and think about anything but the problem

however, he drowns himself in work for you. he tries to make trinkets, machines, and other sorts of gifts in hopes that you would forgive him when he gives it

but every time, without fail, he works on these projects, he hears you calling him an animal

he can't possibly do anything by himself, like an animal. he can only be reckless and thoughtless, like an animal.

animal, animal, animal- he didn't notice how loud his thoughts were and how it overtook his actions. he broke the gift he was making in the middle of it.

he cries about it for hours. and that's the cycle everyday. he tries to make a gift but he ends up breaking it because he gets in over his head, and he cries until he's tired

when he hears you down at the lair, he slides his bo in between the lab's doors. he cages himself inside that room, because, just like you said, he's an animal

Michelangelo

"You don't stop talking, do you, Mikey? Blah blah blah, ugh– you big-mouthed mutant!" You yell at him. You're panting heavily as he stared at you from the other side of the room. Silence.

Oh no.

"Mutant?" Mikey echoes your words, shakily. He had tears in his eyes but he closes them. He shakes his head and grabs a comic book, throwing it in your direction.

"Mikey, wai-"

"No! Get out my room!" His voice cracks in the middle of begging. He keeps throwing the nearest object near him at you, in an effort to push you out the room without touching you. "Get out!" His final cry has you dashing out the lair.

mikey loses all color in his personality after that. he would spend hours and hours at a time on his bed, curling himself up in a ball while crying

he never thought you saw him like that. he thought you were the pepperoni on his pizza, that you paired perfectly together. that's why you got along so well

his brothers try to get him back on his feet by inviting him back into his hobbies, but every time he would try- he'd start crying in the middle of it

because he'd think of how you two would do that activity together, but now all he can think of was that you saw him as a mutant. he's not human, so why is he doing these activities like he was?

whenever you two bump into each other at the lair, he tucks into his shell. he can hear you calling his name, but he doesn't pop out. that would show you more just how inhuman he is, how he's a mutant

mikey is the type to shut you out and refuse to interact with you. after all he's a mutant, and you're a human

what kind of pair is that? the imperfect one, he tells himself as he cries and curls into himself on his bed

[ju1cyfru1t]

Timeless (Rise!Leo x Reader) (2012! Leo x reader)

ROTTMNT + 12’ TMNT x reader

Rise! Y/N meets 2012! Y/N

^could be read as Rise! Or 12! Leo x reader?

fluff :) gn reader, romantic, Drabble

SO SO PROUD OF THIS 🫶🏻

You still would've been mine

We would have been timeless

I would've read your love letters every single night

And run away and left it all behind

You still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this

So, even in a different life, you still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

“Wait, wait, wait. So you’re saying you’re me?” You shook your head as you processed, staring at…well, yourself. They looked like you, just ever so slightly different. They felt different, too.

“I know, right?” They laughed, looking down. It was evident they were just as shell-shocked (pun intended) as you. I mean, it really is baffling. Whether you believe it or not, the multiverse is actually real. You would think will everything you’ve seen in your time of knowing the turtles, this wouldn’t be so shocking.

But this was all so overwhelming. There’s another you? Not to mention another Donnie, Mikey, Raph, Splinter, April; all so different from each other…and another Leo.

“So…your Leo is really something, huh?” They cleared their throat, motioning their head towards the two blue-clad turtles. Your Leo was laughing obnoxiously (, probably at one of his own jokes,) and their Leo looking a little embarrassed.

“You could put it that way…” You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile spreading on your face. He was your Leo.

They snickered in response, “For sure…mine is a little dense, but I still love him.”

Your eyes immediately shot up to meet theirs, full of surprise. “Wait…you guys are, like…a thing?”

“Yeah, you guys aren’t?” They seemed confused, almost like they already knew the answer.

“No, no, we are…I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” You looked away, your head spinning with questions.

I mean, how was this even possible? Are there other versions of you? What are they like? What have these turtles faced? …Does this mean soulmates are real?

You looked up to them once again, hesitating. “Do you think it’s like this in every timeline?”

They met your gaze with a warm grin, taking your hand in theirs before looking back at their Leo then to yours, “I really hope so.”

You didn’t say it, but you did too. You really, really, really did. You wanted every iteration of you to find what you two have. To be pulled by the invisible string of fate and find each other. Even if every Leo wasn’t the same, that there would always be one similarity. That he would your Leo. And you’re sure that every version of you felt that way, too, especially the one sitting in front of you now.

“Please,” they spoke up again, “I want to hear all about you…and your Leo, I guess.”

You laughed openly, nodding, “where do I even start?”

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versions for Raph, Mikey, Donnie, and April???

[emeraldsfanfics]

Can you do 1012 leo x introverted detective/creep reader who likes stalking ppl, taking pictures and notes bc they suck at actually socializing and is better at being creepy and stuff?

Your Image In My Mind

□A 2012Leonardo x detective!stalker!Reader□

I absolutely love this idea and is an interesting twist to what I normally see, thank you for the request Artist! <3

You can request too here!

Socialization; the process of learning to behave in a way that is acceptable to society.

For some damn reason, this had never been something you never unraveled. Even with your clever instincts and intelligence level, you'd always been the odd one out. So, with your intelligence, you've done the only thing to do in your spare time.

Observing others. Analyzing the person of interest as if you'd been assigned to them by a federal organization. No. You were simply fascinated.

Some part of you knew, this was cruel and unnerving. You figured if they don't know, it wouldn't hurt them. Weird thinking for an incredibly clever individual. But things have always been hard for others to understand.

This strange habbit only escalated when you've seen the turtle in blue. Who you learned his name, Leonardo Hamato. You done some research to better understand.

First, seeing him at night, when you were walking back him. Then you heard his adorable voice. He was so leading and organized. He seemed like the most logical one.

"Come on guys, we have to be stealth ninjas. Ninjas are quiet and listen to their leader."

Obvious his brothers don't pay much attention or care for his leadership. Other mutant turtles. Who you soon learned are named, Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo.

You wanted to understand him, figure him out. To know every single thing about him, and him not know a single thing about you. It was better than way, a way you couldn't be hurt. It was better.

During this time, you began to keep a journal (GF anyone??) all about him. Everything about him you could find on your own. You wrote it down. His eye color, what he is, favorite color, height, prefered weapon, personality type, speed, stamina, strength, what he watches, ect.

Whatever you found you knew.

You admired his courage and desire to protect those he has responsibility over. You almost sympathize with him, it seemed like he never got a break. No matter how smart you were, how much work you did to climb up the latter in the detective and forensic industry. And at such a young age. No one cared about you.

What you would give to simply hug him, but you know better than that

After one of the battles with the Kraang you always went around. Searching for any DNA to keep to yourself. His spit. His blood. Anything. Saving it as if it was gold. But to you it is.Running it through DNA tests to further expand your knowledge about him.

There was a time you had almost been caught. It was when you made a risky move and they were in a battle with more mutants. But you were so deprived of Leo you needed to go.

Climbing the rooftop, you watching with your camera and journal ready. Impatiently waiting for a clear shot. That is, until, he seen you. His blue eyes staring straight at you. An eyebrow raised.

You panicked, rushing down. You'd been caught! Jumping down the latter and sprinting off into the darkness. Holding your breath, you hear him.

"I see this person, these e/c eyes. I don't know, but they went this way!"

"Leo these are common effects of stress, let's go back."

It happened, he was right there, beside you. Looking for you. He was cute, his curious and paranoid eyes wondering around. Obviously anxious too. You tried your best to stay silent. Then... he left.

"Who knows maybe your going mental, more than you already are."

You're convinced you've been mental your whole life.

It started to become a bigger obsession. He's all you wanted to know more about. It drove you crazier down into the ground. You felt addicted to knowing more about Leo.

When you decide to take a forensic photography course in your school, it just fed your eagerness. You took every picture you can, as accurately as possible. Different fighting poses, facial expressions. Everything.

It didn't help that you started a criminal sketching class. You practically knew how to redraw him from memory.

"Hey-you're Y/n right?" You heard a male voice say to you.

You jumped, surprised, "y-yup! I'm sure that's me." You were so anxious.

"I noticed the someone mentioning something about your remarkable IQ and forensics experience." He said sheepishly.

"Okay? Gotta have those REALLY long study times pay off right?" You tried joking, "I mean, I can always kill-wait u meant know a person in that amount of time I've worked."

"...right. So what are you drawing?"

You almost jumped, "is that a turtle or a lizard?" Well, that was rude. He looks way better than him, you thought.

"Nope." You popped the p, "just....a turtle, human, turtle... but why are we talking about that yknow-" you cleared your throat, "that- what's happening you...."

"Mark." He said bluntly.

"Mark!" You made your hand snap, "I thought I've heard of you before. I mean-that not- not that I knew."

"Oh. On second thought I have somewhere to be." He shrugged and left.

You wanted to punch yourself, but at least you have Leo to look foward to. It was your life. All you wanted to know.

Only loving him through your eyes.

I'm SO sorry this was so short :( but I'm glad you even requested, I've had sm fun writing this!

[ozzies-420-world]

Knight In Shining Blue

2012 Leo x gender neutral reader

What happens when y/n suddenly has a panic attack late one night, and the only clear thought they have is to ask Leo for help.

!!TW!!Mentions of panic attacks!!TW!!

12:55 a.m., that's what the alarm clock read as y/n stared up at the ceiling, having given up on sleep awhile ago. Their room was dark, the only source of light being the moon and streetlights outside. The occasional honk from a car or yelling from a random pedestrian would fill the silence temporarily.

As y/n stared up at the ceiling, they couldn't help but pick up on all the little noises going on outside their room, a small creak here, another there. They knew no one other than them were in the house, their parents gone for a business trip, but that didn't stop the paranoia.

'What if someone broke in?' 'What if the Foot Clan found me? Or the Krang?' All those thoughts started to spiral in y/n's mind, and they froze. Fear keeping them planted in their bed, fearing moving an inch, would alert the "intruders".

Their heart raced, blood running cold as ice as y/n's eyes locked onto their bedroom door, non blinking, as if waiting for the danger to come crashing through their door. Tears started to form, their body shaking as y/n's senses heightened, making the quiet creeks sound like thundering footsteps.

Y/n's eyes darted to their phone seeing the screen light up, and before thinking twice, they grabbed it quickly. Thumbing through their contacts, y/n quickly looked for the one person they knew could help.

Finally, finding the contact y/n quickly pressed on it, opening their chat and sending one message, "help." Once the message was confirmed to be sent, y/n broke down, the tears finally falling from their eyes.

Y/n's breathe quickened, hyperventilating as their body shook, their handing covering their mouth to muffle the loud sobs leaving their lips. Y/n sat up, shuffling back to press their back against the headboard of their bed as they wrapped their arms around their self, nails digging into their arms.

Hearing the tapping on the window only made their panicking worse as they buried their head in their hands, fingers gripping their hair tightly. The tapping finally stopped, only for the window to open, causing a cool breeze to fill the room.

The bed dipped in front of y/n, and two three-fingered hands came up to rest gently on top of y/n's hands.

"Hey, hey, calm down, y/n it's okay, I'm here." Leo said in a hushed tone, calm and steady compared to y/n's loud sobbing and hyperventilating.

"There.. there's people in the house!" Y/n said between gasps, head still buried in their hands.

Leo looked towards y/n's bedroom door in confusion. He didn't hear anyone stalking around the house from where he was.

Looking back towards y/n's shaking figure, Leo's eyes filled with sympathy as he nodded.

"Alright, I'll go check, just stay here." Leo said gently as he slowly rose from the bed, walking towards the bedroom door.

Once in front of it, he glanced back over to y/n, his face full of worry as he opened the door and stepped into the dark hallway.Leo made his way around the dark apartment, making sure to check every closet and behind every closed door. Once every crook and cranny was checked and cleared, Leo began making his way back to y/n's room.

Upon entering the room, he noticed y/n had calmed down, somewhat. Their head was no longer in their hands but instead staring straight ahead, out the cracked window, the way Leo left it to let cool air into the room.

Y/n wasn't sobbing anymore, but the tears still fell from their eyes as they stared blankly out the window, non blinking. Their breathing was slow, as if the panic attack had never even happened at all.

Concern washed over Leo's face as he took light steps towards y/n, not wanting to scare them.

"I checked everywhere. There's no one in the apartment at all." Leo said slowly, making his way to stand next to the bed.

Now standing closer, Leo could see the distant look in y/n's eyes, like they weren't present in the moment at all. All he got in response from y/n was a small hum of acknowledgment, further confirming his suspension.

Moving to settle on the bed next to y/n, Leo couldn't help but rest his hand on y/n's hand that now rested by their side.

"Do...you need anything?" Leo asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the silence they both sat in.

A small, sluggish shrug was all Leo got in response, and he could only nod back, unsure of what to do or even say. All he knew for sure, is that he'd stay by y/n's side until they snapped out of whatever is happening to them.

Sure enough, after a couple minutes, y/n let out a yawn, blinking their eyes a couple of times before slowly looking over to Leo, a guilty look on their face.

"You didn't have to stay here the whole time." Y/n said quietly, guilt practically dripping from their words.

Leo just smiled, giving y/n's hand a gentle squeeze.

"I don't mind, I just wanted to make sure you were okay because, well... you mean a lot to me, y/n." Leo said, a small blush peeking out from beneath his mask, the blue color only making the blush stand out more.

A blush also spread across y/n's cheeks at Leo's words, a small smile forming on their lips.

"Well, thank you for staying." Y/n said sheepishly, returning the gentle squeeze to Leo's hand.

"Do you think you'll be fine if I leave now?" Leo asked hesitantly, not wanting to leave y/n's side, but also wanting to give them space if needed.

Y/n looked back towards the window, thinking over their answer for a of seconds before turning back towards Leo.

"Actually, do you think you could stay... maybe for the rest of the night?" Y/n asked, looking away from Leo's gaze in embarrassment.

Looking over to the alarm clock that sat next to the bed, it read 2:23. Leo thought for a moment before turning back to y/n, a comforting smile on his lips.

"Of course, I'm sure sensei will be fine with it once I explain everything to him when I go back." Leo said, his voice filling the room with a warmth, even with the cool breeze flowing into the room from outside.

Quickly looking back over to meet Leo's gaze, y/n couldn't help but smile as well.

"Thank you Leo, you have no idea how much better I feel with you being here." Y/n said gratefully, their arms wrapping around Leo's shell to hug him, at least as best as they could.

Leo quickly recuperated the hug, his strong arms wrapping around y/n's waist to pull them closer to him. In return, y/n rested their head in the crook of Leo's neck, their eyes closing as Leo traced small, random patterns on their back.

"Of course, no matter when or where, I'll always be here for you." Leo said, his voice practically dripping with honey as he leaned down to place a small, gentle kiss on y/n's forehead, already feeling their breathing slowing to a steady, slow pace as sleep washed over them.

HHOOLLYYY SPACE APPLES Y'ALL!! I FINALLY POSTED SOMETHING AGAIN😭😭😭

I'm gonna be completely honest here. This is totally self-indulgent. I crave to have this turtle comfort me during a panic attack, which makes sense since he's one of my first comfort characters ever. Also, yes, I do tend to space out like that after an anxiety or panic attack, but for the sake of writing, I made it seem way shorter than what I actually go through.

Anyway!! Feel free to request anything you'd like!! My request info is pinned to the top of my blog, and I'm always happy to write out anyone else's own fantasies or self-indulgents!!

[temmtamm]

Shhh….Something’s in the works 🤫

[wonderingpanda]

So after a week the results came in and it seems you guys want to have four separate y/n’s; I hope it doesn’t get too confusing for any of you while reading this. Just remember L/L is Leo’s lover/love interest, R/L is Raph’s lover/love interest, D/L is Donnie’s lover/love interest and M/L is Mikey’s lover/love interest. Apologies in advance, I didn’t want to waste a bunch of space explaining the kids in detail so they they have their own little individual descriptions which kind of cut into the story at the beginning.

All four of the readers will be given she/her pronouns. At their regular ages M/L is 14, the turtles and D/L are 15, April Casey and L/L are 16 and R/L is 16-17. Since I had also already pictured Raph’s kids as little turtle-lizard mutants, R/L is going to be an anthropomorphic lizard. I hope this is all ok. If you don’t like it then just read it different in your head.

Each piece of the story will also be prone to editing, I can almost certainly guarantee it. Ok, I’m done ranting now, please enjoy the prologue to my own version of…

TMNT Next Generation

2012 Turtles x Fem!Readers

New York City is destroyed. Every building has either been over and smashed or abandoned. The streets are quiet. A set of green legs can be seen running through followed by more pairs of running green legs with mixes of human legs. Some are small while others are much bigger. Bombs are being detonated behind the group of running people, gunshots can be heard in the distance as robots continue to fire in pursuit of them. R/L is holding a crying lizard-turtle baby, trying to calm it down.

R/L: Raphael I fear if we do not find a safe zone soon the children will pass out from running.

RAPH: She’s right Leo, you got a plan or what?

LEO: I’m trying to think! Donnie is there anything you have that could help us right now?

DONNIE: I don’t know Leo I-I can’t really think of anything right now!

The baby continues to cry, Mikey runs up next to R/L and talks to him.

MIKEY: Aww hey there little guy, don’t cry. We’re gonna totally find a place to hide in a minute and then we’ll get you all changed and fed okay?

The baby quiets down and let’s out a small noise, staring at Mikey.

MIKEY: See everything’s gonna be fine you’ll see.

A large piece of scrap metal gets blown forwards narrowly missing the group.

M/L: Antonio watch out!

M/L protectively grabs Antonio, an orange masked 11-year-old mutant turtle with some human aspects, as they both run.

M/L: Just stay close to me okay. I’m not losing you.

ANTONIO: Already on it mum.

D/L: Hey Mary, Mary?

Mary, 10 with a pink mask and also part turtle, is panting heavily and slowly falling behind. D/L yanks her onto her shoulders.

D/L: Get on here now, we can’t risk leaving you.

MARY: Thanks *wheeze* mum.

CASEY: You all good buddy?

Casey looks down to his son, a yellow-wearing 12-year-old, speeding on roller skates.

ALEX: Don’t worry dad I’m totally fine woah!

Alex begins to trip on his skates and struggles to remain balance.

SORA: Alex here!

Sora, a blue masked 11 year old who is also of mixed species with more prominent turtle traits, grabs his hand and keeps him balanced while they run.

ALEX: Thanks for the save Sora.

SORA: No worries.

APRIL: Are we nearly at a safe zone?

L/L: I hope so. Yoshi, are you still feeling right?

Yoshi, a green masked 12-year old who, unlike his sister, appears more human-like, catches his breath and looks up.

YOSHI: Better than I was before.

Amongst the group are 3 more turtle lizard children. 10-year-old twins, Harriet (with a light turquoise mask) and Ethan (in a dark turquoise mask), who appear more lizardy and their sister Athena who’s a year older, wearing red mask and looks more like a turtle.

HARRIET: I don’t *huff* think I can *puff* keep this up *huff* much *puff* longer *huff*.

ATHENA: Hey don’t say that, we got this just keep going. After everything we’ve been through there’s no way you can let this get to you.

ETHAN: But we’ve been running for hours now I know dad said there’d be a safe zone eventually but I’m not sure anymore.

Bridget, another 11-year-old turtle looking human hybrid (wearing a purple mask), runs up towards the front where the main 4 brothers are.

BRIDGET: Dad from what I can see there aren’t any safe zones anywhere around, are you sure we’ll be okay?

DONATELLO: I- yes. We’ll be fine Bridget just stay strong okay?

Bridget looks at the ground in worry. Donnie sends Leo a look.

LEO: There’s no way we can get to a safe zone is there.

Donnie shakes his head in dismay.

RAPH: Well then what are we gonna do? We can’t just give up.

MIKEY: Uh dudes the kids are starting to give in.

Leo thinks deeply for a moment.

LEO: We’ll have to fight.

MIKEY, DONNIE & RAPH: What!?

RAPH: Are you crazy!?

MIKEY: Dude there’s no way we can fight them off again!

DONNIE: You saw what happened last time we tried!

LEO: I know, I know but right now it’s our only hope. We’ll protect the kids for as long as we can.

RAPH: And if we fail?

LEO: Then we accept our fates.

BRIDGET: Wait dad?

DONNIE: Uh now might not be the best time dear we’re kind of busy.

BRIDGET: But it’s important.

The brothers share a look.

DONNIE: Alright what is it?

BRIDGET: You remember that project we were working on right? Do you still have it with you?

DONNIE: Oh no Bridget, we can’t use that thing it’s still in testing. I don’t even know if it works properly. We haven’t even tried sending something through.

BRIDGET: But in theory, if it works then it could save us right?

DONNIE: I suppose you’re correct.

LEO: What are you talking about Donnie.

DONNIE: Well, you see, back at the old safe zone Bridget and I were messing around with some gadgets thinking off possible designs for different machines to keep us busy when Bridget had an idea. She suggested trying to build a time machine.

RAPH: A time machine? Now you really have gone mad.

DONNIE: No I haven’t! Bridget helped me figure out the design and together we came up with a device that could possibly work but we got attacked before we could test it.

MIKEY: Wait didn’t we already meet a time travel lady like years ago?

RAPH: Oh yeah, Renet wasn’t it? Wonder what happened to her.

DONNIE: Well Mikey that’s exactly it we haven’t seen her in years so building a machine is logically the most reliable option here.

LEO: So what are you trying to say Donnie, what was Bridget thinking before?

DONNIE: She was implying that if we used the time machine to go back in time we could possibly alter the events that lead to this and save the future!

LEO: But you said it wasn’t tested yet?

DONNIE: It isn’t which is why using it comes at such a risk.

Another bomb sounds.

RAPH: So we either fight, run till we drop or risk our lives on one of Donnie’s genius inventions. Great!

LEO: Alright. Donnie, Bridget, if you think you can get that thing up and running then we’ll protect you guys while doing so. There isn’t much left so it’s now or never.

BRIDGET: Alright.

DONNIE: If you say so; are you sure about this Bridget?

BRIDGET: Like Uncle Leo said, it’s now or never.

LEO: Guys get up here!

APRIL: What is it Leo?

LEO: We might have a plan to escape these guys.

CASEY: You finally found a safe zone?

MIKEY: Nope, but if Donnie and Bridget can get their time travel thingy to work then we’ll all be saved!

D/L: Wait, time travel?

LEO: It’s a long shot but if we can protect them while they get the machine up and running then we might just be able to save ourselves and the rest of the world.

R/L: Are you sure this is the best course of action?

LEO: Positive.

APRIL: But what about the kids?

LEO: We’ll keep them safe too.

SORA: What? But dad, I can fight those guys too!

LEO: No way, not after last time.

Sora looks down.

LEO: *sighs* I need you to take your brother, Alex, your cousins and defend them with your life am I clear?

SORA: Yes dad.

HARRIET: I guess this is it.

ETHAN: I think I’m about to puke.

ATHENA: Don’t, just don’t.

MARY: Do you really think this could work?

BRIDGET: I hope so.

R/L: Here Yoshi, please keep baby safe.

YOSHI: You can count on me.

ALEX: Guys, they’re getting closer!

ANTONIO: I don’t want to die!

M/L: Antonio I need you to calm down. You’re not going to die, ok? Not on my watch.

L/L: Alright, I’m ready when you guys are.

LEO: Okay we got into combat in three…

The brothers ready their weapons.

LEO: Two…

The other adults prepare to fight.

LEO: One…

The kids look on nervously.

LEO: *Takes a deep breath* Go!

Mary hops of D/L’s shoulders and runs with the other kids. Bridget and Donnie get as far behind the others as possible, Donnie pulls out an odd looking watch and they begin to tinker with it.

The kids get into a group, Sora having her sword drawn and Yoshi holding the baby while Alex is holding a baseball bat. Athena is in a fighting stance with Harriet and Ethan behind her. Antonio and Mary are both clinging on to each other.

The adults have their weapons drawn in a wall to protect everyone behind them. They all let out battle cries and run in.

Leo deflects lasers with his katanas, D/L is bashing up whatever’s attacking them with her kanabō. April begins to show her fan at the enemy and Casey is whacking them away with his hockey stick. Raph and Mikey are both fighting side-by-side while M/L is using martial arts. L/L is attacking with Kakute, Shurikens and Kunais. Sora, Athena and Alex are fighting off the few enemies that made it to them while Yoshi is trying to keep the baby safe. Bridget and Donnie are still working with the watch, a few sparks fly about but they don’t focus on them. L/L is still fighting by herself until a gunshot hits her arm.

Y/N: Ah!

LEO: L/L!

SORA AND YOSHI: Mum!

L/L stops fighting and Leo runs to her. Mikey and Raph look over but refocus as an attack narrowly misses them.

APRIL: Guys look out!

April quickly jumps in and deflects another shot with her fan. She continues to protect them while Leo holds L/L. Sora is struggling to fight and Yoshi nearly drops the baby.

Athena looks over to where Harriet and Ethan are cowering together.

ATHENA: Guys, stop being cowards and fight!

The twins look at each other before determinedly moving out of position and helping to fight.

D/L: Donnie, Bridget, please tell me you’re nearly finished!

DONNIE: Almost done, we just have a few more things to adjust!

ANTONIO: Hey you, over there!

One of the robots looks over to Antonio who’s pointing at them.

ANTONIO: Have a taste of my fist!

Antonio begins to punch the enemy in the stomach over and over to no avail. He looks up and gulps before the robot punches him in the face and sends him flying.

M/L: Antonio!

ATHENA: No!

MIKEY: Wait M/L!

M/L gets kicked to the ground by another bot. Mikey runs over and picks up Antonio before going over to M/L.

ANTONIO: Dad, is mom okay?

MIKEY: You’ll be fine, we’ll be fine, everything’s fine!

RAPH: Donnie I swear to god!

DONNIE: I’m trying! Do you know how hard it is to manually formulate time travel!

Donnie stops when he hears Bridget sniff. He looks over to see she has tears in her eyes.

BRIDGET: Dad what if we can’t do it, what if the watch fails?

Donnie looks back at the scene behind them then at the watch and finally looks back to Bridget.

DONNIE: We’re gonna get this thing working if it’s the last thing I do!

Bridget looks at Donnie getting back to work and gives a firm nod before doing the same.

APRIL: Leo I know this is hard right now but you have to get back to fighting, I’ll protect L/L but we need you on the battlefield!

L/L: She’s right Leo, it’s only my arm I’ll be fine. The others need you.

LEO: Stay safe.

L/L: Always.

Leo stands up and keeps fighting off the robots.

MARY: I don’t want to do this anymore, I’m scared!

ATHENA: And you haven’t been scared this whole time?

MARY: Huh?

ATHENA: This has been going on for years. We’ve been running and fighting and hiding and running all over again, this isn’t anything new.

MARY: But Antonio, Aunty M/L and Aunty L/L-

ATHENA: Are fine. They were knocked down but they’re still breathing and that’s all that matters right now.

Mary looks on at Athena fighting bravely.

ATHENA: I’m just as scared as you are but if any of us give in at this point then there’s a chance we could all die!

MARY: I-I guess you’re right.

ATHENA: Now come on, pick yourself up and kick butt!

MARY: Yeah!

HARRIET: You still feeling the fight?

Harriet puts her hand up, Ethan grabs it.

ETHAN: You know it.

The two shake before letting out battle cries and continuing to fight.

SORA: Are you alright there brother?

YOSHI: I’m fine and so is the baby.

SORA: Good.

Sora gets back-to-back with Athena as they fight.

SORA: That was a pretty good speech you gave back there.

ATHENA: Don’t mention it.

Sora smiles as Athena fights seriously.

With the adults, Casey knocks away another enemy and faces L/L.

CASEY: Is everyone okay?

L/L: I hope so, it looks like Mikey and April are on the defence right now and Raph, R/L and Leo are with us on the offence.

CASEY: Alright, sounds good to me.

Casey turns around and is nearly shot until R/L steps in.

CASEY: Thanks for the save R/L.

R/L: There is no need to thank me we’re a team.

D/L: Alright three more guys incoming, you ready?

CASEY: As I’ll ever be.

R/L: I’m armed and prepared to fire.

CASEY: Goongala!

D/L: I can’t believe you still say that.

M/L is gaining consciousness with Antonio next to her.

M/L: Mikey?

MIKEY: Don’t move M/L. I can’t stop fighting right now but I need you to stay still, you were both hit pretty hard.

M/L: Both? *gasp* Antonio!

ANTONIO: Relax mum I’m right here.

M/L gives Antonio a big hug but the two quickly move away.

ANTONIO: Ouch!

M/L: Ow! Sorry I should of been more careful.

ANTONIO: It’s all good.

APRIL: Are you feeling okay L/L?

L/L stands up holding her shot arm.

L/L: I’ll be fine for now.

APRIL: Can you still fight?

L/L: I think so.

APRIL: Great cause I could use your help against these guys.

L/L: Right, I’m on it!

SORA: Hey, everyone’s up and fighting again!

HARRIET: Hah, I knew we would make it!

MARY: Yes!

Leo looks behind at the children cheering and smiles. Suddenly there’s a loud bang. The ground shakes violently and everyone’s vision is temporarily blinded.

Sora, now lying on the ground, waves a hand in front of her face while coughing, she stares at the sight… a bomb had gone off.

SORA: No…

Parts of the nearby buildings had been blown off and everyone was on the ground struggling as another wave of attackers began moving forward. Leo pushes himself off the ground wheezing and coughing before turning to look at Donnie and Bridget. His eyes widen as Donnie connects two wires and a portal opens.

LEO: They did it, they actually did it!

RAPH: Well it’ll all be for nothing if we don’t get moving like now!

Mikey pushes himself off the ground and helps up M/L and Antonio.

M/L: Ow!

MIKEY: Sorry M/L but we got to go!

APRIL: Casey!

CASEY: I’m alive, barely.

APRIL: Let’s get moving; we’re out of time.

April pulls Casey up.

Athena lifts herself up and turns to Ethan and Harriet.

ATHENA: Hey, get up!

Athena pulls up Harriet

HARRIET: Ah! It hurts.

ATHENA: I know, but trust me it’ll hurt a lot more when those things catch up to us.

Ethan pushes himself up.

ETHAN: Let’s get moving. You alright Mary?

Ethan helps Mary up.

MARY: I’ll be fine.

Yoshi opens his eyes and looks down in shock to find the baby safely wrapped in his arms. He gets up and hands the baby to Athena before looking over at Sora.

YOSHI: Are you going to keep lying there or are we still fearless heroes?

Sora looks up at him and sees the baby is okay. She lets out a weak smile and pushes herself up.

SORA: Fearless heroes. Forever and always.

R/L helps pull up D/L.

R/L: Are you alright D/L?

D/L: Been better but considering right now, I’ll be ok.

Leo pulls up L/L.

LEO: You ready to go home?

L/L: Yeah.

The kids rush over to their parents, being smaller and hit less by the blast they have more strength. Antonio joins them.

SORA: Dad are you okay? You’re walking really slow.

LEO: I’ll be fine let’s just get to that portal before-

Another gunshot fires this time hitting Casey in the back.

APRIL: Casey!

ALEX: Dad!

More gunshots go off but April repels them with her psychic powers. She uses a wave of energy to hold back the robots as she sits by Casey with tears in her eyes.

APRIL: You guys need to go I can’t hold them back for long!

MIKEY: No way we’re leaving you!

RAPH: We’re not going without you or Casey.

Donnie and Bridget run up to the group.

DONNIE: What happened?

APRIL: Casey’s hit!

ALEX: Dad?

DONNIE: Oh no.

APRIL: Guys I can’t-

Aprils powers fail and the robots begin storming forward.

MIKEY: What are we gonna do dudes. Ack! I can barely move my arm.

RAPH: I can’t go any faster than a snail.

R/L: I’m also lacking in physical strength.

D/L: Same here.

LEO: What about you L/L?

L/L sadly shows her wound’s been opened further.

L/L: Sorry Leo.

LEO: Looks behind him at the kids.

MARY: Mum you’ll be okay right?

ALEX: Dad, please get up!

HARRIET: Are you okay mum?

ETHAN: You guys aren’t hurt right?

ATHENA: Dad?

BRIDGET: Will everyone be able to make it through?

Leo smiles sadly and looks down at his katanas in front of him.

LEO: Change of plans.

Everyone looks up at Leo.

LEO: The adults will stay here and fight best we can. Kids, you guys are going to go and run as fast as you can through that portal.

KIDS: What!?

SORA: Dad you can’t be serious!

YOSHI: There’s no way you’re leaving us!

SORA: Mum tell him you can’t!

L/L looks away sadly and closes her eyes.

ATHENA: Dad there’s no way I’m letting you fight here alone! You can’t just stay!

All the adults stay silent.

ATHENA: Dad!

BRIDGET: At least you can come right dad? You weren’t hit by the blast you’re perfectly fine.

DONNIE: Bridget I love you so much.

MARY: Dad? What are you saying!?

DONNIE: You too Mary. But I swore to always have my brothers backs and to fight till the very end. If me staying here means you guys get out safe then I’ll do it.

MARY: Nu uh no way. Mum you’ll come with us won’t you?

D/L: I’m in just as bad a condition as everyone else sweetie. You’re going to have to go alone.

MARY: No!

More gunshots follow and the sound of bombs can be heard getting louder. Leo crouches down to Sora.

LEO: Now listen here I’m trusting you to lead this mission.

SORA: B-but dad!

LEO: No buts. You’re going to go through that portal and lead your family on this mission. I know it’s scary but I also know that if anyone can do it it’s you.

Sora holds Leo’s hands and begins to cry.

Bridget looks around at everyone crying to their parents and faces Donnie.

DONNIE: Bridget I need you to take possession of the watch.

Bridget silently nods and takes the watch.

DONNIE: Do you remember all the features it has?

BRIDGET: Mhm. Left dial for latitude, right dial for longitude, bottom dial for month, top dial for day and the centre is for the year.

DONNIE: See, you know exactly what you’re doing. I even installed a small device that’ll lead you straight to the lair.

BRIDGET: The lair… as in-

DONNIE: That’s right, home. Now here, let me adjust the settings.

Donnie fiddles with the dials before handing the watch back to Bridget. She looks up at him for a second before giving him a big hug.

ANTONIO: Mum, dad, I don’t want to leave you guys!

M/L: There isn’t really much of a choice here buddy.

MIKEY: We’re not fast enough to catch up with you.

ANTONIO: But, but-

MIKEY: Hey I need you to promise me something. Do you think that you can keep everyone smiling and laughing while you’re away, for me?

ANTONIO: I promise.

ATHENA: I don’t want to leave you guys, you can’t just expect us to go without you!

RAPH: Sorry but you have to, we’ll only slow you down.

ATHENA: No you won’t!

RAPH: Hey who do you think knows better, the 38-year-old ninja or the mini warrior-in-training?

Athena puffs out her cheeks and glares at him.

RAPH: That’s what I thought. Now you’re going to go with you’re brothers, your sister, Alex, your cousins and you’re going to protect them no matter what. I’m relying on you to make sure everyone comes back in one piece okay?

ATHENA: Okay.

RAPH: That’s my little warrior.

ETHAN: Are you guys really going to stay?

R/L: It is for your own protection.

Harriet cries and hugs her mum tight.

ALEX: Dad, come on you’re not really down are you.

CASEY: *Groans as he attempts to lift himself up* Sorry little dude.

APRIL: Come here honey.

Alex skates into April’s arms and hugs her tightly.

APRIL: I know you can do this. You mean so much to all of us so we need you to be brave enough to leave us and help them.

ALEX: Can’t you just use your psychic powers to stop this and save us all?

APRIL: I wish it was that simple.

A laser narrowly misses April’s head as she parts with Alex.

APRIL: Enough chit-chat, they’re here.

Everyone takes a fighting stance as more guns begin to fire. The adults start fighting with Casey still on the ground.

D/L: Go, go, go!

M/L: We love you all!

R/L: Come back safe!

L/L quickly pulls Yoshi back.

L/L: Take this and give it to our past selves.

YOSHI: What?

L/L quickly pulls him into a tight hug.

L/L: Remember you are more than what others make you, I love you so much. Now go!

MARY: No I don’t want to go!

Bridget begins pulling Mary back. Mary turns to her with tears.

MARY: We can’t just leave them.

BRIDGET: *Deep breath* We have to.

HARRIET: Guys come on we have to hurry!

Yoshi pulls Mary along and Bridget continues to run. The kids all run and jump through the portal one by one. Yoshi pulls Mary through leaving Bridget and Sora.

BRIDGET: If you don’t go I will; just make sure to grab the watch before going through, we need it to get back.

Bridget jumps through. Sora looks on at the parents fighting and focuses on Leo. Tears begin to fall from her eyes. Another loud bang goes off; bright light fills the space and Sora quickly grabs the watch before being forced into the portal, unable to see the remains of the explosion.

Hope you enjoyed! Please keep sending requests so I have more stuff to post as this story will likely take a while for me to finish. With that, have an amazing day/night wherever you may be!✨

[blueberri-blu]

Writing Prompts—☆*⁠･

"I didn't think you were the type to lose your head over a s/o" "Neither did I" ~ Rise Leo

"I hate saying I told you so..." "No you don't, it's your favorite phrase"

"Why aren't you dating them?" "I'd probably destroy them" "They'd be into that" ~ Bay Raph

"Please stop getting shot, it stresses me out" "Oh, well if YOU don't like it!" ~ Leo 2012

"How many fingers am I holding up?...I don't have six fingers" ~ 2012 Donnie

"I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you!" "And I'm trying to subtly avoid it!" ~ Rise Leo

"Why are your hands purple?" "That's a very good question" ~ Bay Mikey

"they're crying, what do I do?" "Go comfort them" "how do I do that?" "You can start with a hug" "what's that?"

"I hate you." "Why? I'm lovely!"

"This is all your fault" "I sure hope so!"

"Damn right I'm pretty!" "I said Petty"

"You changed me for the better" "I never thought you needed changing" ~ Raph 2012

"just take a deep breath or something!" "TAKE A DEEP BREATH!! I feel like my INSIDES are being RIPPED OUT!" ~ Leo 2012

"Are you sober?" "I'm moderately functional" "I'll take that as a no" ~ Bay Raph

"You're going to break their heart if you pull a stunt like this" "They have a heart?"

"I'm way too sober for this"

"Damn it, why aren't you obeying the laws of physics?"

"You are remarkably well behaved tonight... What did you do?"

"Trust me, I was an extremely irritating child"

"I have to take credit for this" "You mean the blame?"

All prompts are from thefakeredhead.com with moderate changes of pronouns to be more gender neutral!

Please send in asks with the number of the prompt, who you want it with, and which Gen please!

[mochiimadness]

2012 Leonardo M.List

💙Headcanons💙

~ Short, ticklish, male s/o who loves physical contact

~ Neurodivergent reader who's love language is gift giving

~ Mobian s/o

[boybeholding]

Hii! I've started reading your works and i've loved them all so far!!

I wanted to request something if you are still available and if you feel comfortable in doing. Could you do a TransMasc!Reader x 12!Leo, anything will be fine

Thank you, you're amazing!!!

got this one done pretty quick for you anon, I just started T recently myself so I was feeling inspired! & thank you so much!! I'm so glad you've enjoyed my stuff so far :)

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2012 Leo + Transmasc Reader Content Warnings: NEEDLES & SHOTS, mild suggestive content

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Leo wished he thought this through a little more.

Seeing you floundering with that bag of prescriptions, cases of needles and vials and bandages, he knew right away that it was a job for Donnie. But he couldn’t help it. He was by your side in an instant, taking the slim paper packet from your hands and flipping through the instructions.

“Right, so you’re gonna draw up to the 5 line, right there,” You coaxed from behind him, watching him fill up the syringe. “...are you sure you don’t want me to do it?”

“Positive,” He replied coolly, trying not to let his palpitations shake the vial. He leaned in until his snout nearly touched the plastic syringe, tapping gently to check for air bubbles. What if he stuck you with it full of air and put you into cardiac arrest?? He was pretty sure Donnie said something about that while vaccinating them once. 

“Now you just-” “Switch the needle out. I read the same packet you did, smart guy.”

He went at a snail’s pace, shooting a glare at you when you opened your mouth to wisecrack about it.

“...Slow and steady, huh?” you chimed anyway.

“It did win the race.”

He glanced down at you, the gravity of the situation hitting him as he held the syringe in his hand. 

Right.

He’d been so worried about not killing you, he didn’t even consider how he’d fare, trying to hold your thigh.

“...You’re sure?”

You broke his stupor, and he looked up from where he’d been staring, brow furrowed, at your bare leg. 

“I can just ask Donnie.”

He frowned. The only thought that terrified him more than grabbing your bare thigh was Donnie doing it.

“I got it. Just grab my shoulder if it hurts, ok?”

You pulled your lips into a thin line, nodding as you chewed on your cheek. Leo watched as you tilted your head to the side, eyes closing. Your hand was already resting on his bicep, fingers flexing in anticipation.

He held you steady, ignoring the various ways he felt about your skin under his hand. He pushed the needle in. pushed the plunger. Waited a moment.

“Okay, it’s coming out now.”

Your hand finally clamped down, the pain obviously worse pulling out than going in. Leo grinned slightly to himself glancing up to your tightened expression– the way you smiled despite the hiss of pain that puffed from you. 

He dropped the syringe in the large plastic bottle next to the chair with a pronounced thunk. You cracked an eye open, grinning stupidly at the sight of the Space Heroes bandage being flattened against your skin.

“Feeling manly?”

“With the Ryan band-aid? You know it.”

You stood and stretched, shaking the lingering feeling of pins and needles out of your leg.

“...Thanks for helping, Leo. I, uh… I’m glad it was you here.”

Leo felt heat creep up on the back of his neck, and he lifted a hand to try and smooth the feeling away.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s no big deal… Same time next week?”

You chuckled, holding your hand out to help him off the floor.

“I hope so.”