#Leonardo x Gender Neutral Reader

[tmntxthings]

Fun fact: Turtles touch/tap the face of their partner as a form mating display, so can we get some head canons of the rise boys unconsciously/involuntarily touching their s/o face, like cupping their cheeks with one or both hands habitually whenever they're in arms length or tapping/brushing the back of their hand on s/o cheek to get their attention?

Turtle Taps

author’s note: here you are cute anon!! i was smitten with this idea but it only came to fruition bc of @marwhoa’s encouragement hehe

warnings: fluff, kisses, established relationships, unedited

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Leonardo

he would poke

idk but i imagine when the two of you were close friends, borderline dating, he’d ‘annoy’ you by poking your face, especially those chubby cheeks of yours

you would complain, batting his hands away, and as friends that was fine but when the two of you started dating it would hurt his feelings

“I can’t help it!” “You’re just too cute!” He’d repeat those excuses, not truly explaining the full meaning behind his repeated actions. And Leo would’ve never told you!

The two of you were dozed off during a movie marathon in the projector room. Laying in bean bags that were pressed together, Leo had made sure his was close to yours. He woke up first and as he turned to see your sleeping form his hands went out on their own accord.

Cupping your cheeks gently and his thumbs giving soft taps. He felt so happy when you snuggled your face further into his hands. So happy in fact that he couldn’t help it when he started poking those chubby cheeks

Your eyes snapped open, “Leo!” You grumped, wanting nothing more than to fall back asleep. His hands would freeze, his eyes widening, feeling badly about having gotten caught and your rejection as you batted his hands away once again.

He quickly got up, mumbling an excuse about getting something to eat. His immediate reaction had you sitting up, feeling guilty for having hurt his feelings you finally did a google search.

‘Why do turtles tap faces?’ Upon further research after being so utterly shocked at the initial results. You felt like a fool. You got up, blushing furiously as you rushed to the kitchen. Leo was faced away from you but he heard your approach and asked if you wanted something to eat as well. “We got leftover piz-

He stopped short as he felt your hands encase his face. Then hesitantly only out of nerves, you started to lightly tap his green cheeks. Leo was a churring mess, moving too fast so he could turn to see you. You pulled back and he was smiling brightly, face awaiting for you to continue your earlier actions

So you complied, hands going out once more and you tapped his cheeks, the smile Leo gave you practically blinded you. “You could’ve told me what this actually meant!” You complained, poking his cheeks in the same annoying way he would, but he’d just nuzzle his face into your touches

“Yeah I guess I could’ve,” he mused. He had been too embarrassed to just say it. That and he just wasn’t the type to admit the truth that easily. But if he had known your reaction would’ve been this he’d have spilled sooner. You smile and shake your head, stilling your hands and pulling him close to plant a sweet kiss to his snout.

Michelangelo

Mikey would squish your face in pure excitement. He’s just so happy, he can’t contain himself, he’s squishing your cheeks together.

He could be on the whole other side of the room, or not in the same space at all, but he’ll run through the lair, find you at random and squish your cheeks together squealing about something that excited him.

Definitely happens so much that you’ve accepted it at this point, you’ll see him barreling towards you (yes he’s tackled you to the ground a couple times when you weren’t prepared for him to jump you!) and accept your fate

You try to play it off sometimes like you’re annoyed but truthfully it’s just so cute and endearing, when he’s reallyyyyy happy or when the two of you are alone he’ll squish your cheeks together and peck your lips with a soft kiss. A flurry of them too, you’re not just getting one kiss

Many many swift kisses in rapid session, and let’s say he just won in a video game, the arcade room empty except for you two, he’ll give the room a quick scan before he’s on you

“Y/n!!!! I wonnn !! Hehe did ya see??” He squishes your cheeks together while he speaks and as soon as he’s done he’s kissing you before you can answer, you hadn’t seen him win, you were playing your own game but he didn’t need to know that

Once he parted you spoke though your speech sounded slightly off because he still had his hands cupping your face, squishing, “ ‘hat’s awesome Mikey” he’d blush, coming down from the excitement

It was like his thoughts would come after he took action, taking note of his hands and how his lips felt, he’d pull you closer, slower this time and giving you a breath-taking smooch

Only this time he had forgotten to glance around beforehand so he flinched as he heard the snap of a camera. “Oh don’t mind me lovebirds, just documenting for future-“ Leo stopped midway realizing Mikey was actually quite close all of the sudden

“Give that here!! Leo!!” Mikey yelled chasing after his older brother. Of course it had been Leo, laughter and yelling could be heard throughout the lair and you were sure everyone would be witnessing this spectacle, you chuckled strolling at a leisure pace after your orange clad turtle

Donatello

Donnie brushes you with his hand

It doesn’t happen often and when it happens it surprises Donnie the most out of the two of you

He’ll be overthinking or had gotten so overworked that Donnie will blink and suddenly you’re in front of him with worried eyes, your mouth moving but he doesn’t hear anything as his hands reach out as if by instinct and he’s brushing the back of his hand against your cheek

He’s blinking slowly and watching your expression soften as you gingerly do the same to him, giving him time to move away if he doesn’t want your touch. But this time he does want it, he’s exhausted honestly but as soon as he feels your fingers brushing against his green cheek he’s sighing

Like he’s expelling all the stress and worries he had minutes earlier, he’s leaning into your touch and it’s like his battery that was depleted is now recharging

He stays there, nuzzling his face into your hand as Donnie continues brushing or just holding your face close to his own. Once he’s charged though he’ll blink and suddenly remember himself, pulling back sharply and blushing a darker green

Coughing into his fist as you pull back, smirking at his embarrassed reaction, “How about we eat some pizza and you go to bed? Hmmm Donatello??” Teasing him no doubt but making sure he understands that it’s probably best to take a break from his projects

“Sure, sure.” Donnie’s standing stiffly, one hand coming up to cover another fit of embarrassed coughs as he swiftly leaves the lab, you follow him smiling to yourself as your own cheeks felt warm.

Raphael

Raph gives you light taps

He’s always treating you with an extra amount of care. He’d never forgive himself if he was the cause to your pain.

Raph isn’t as shy as he is with his feelings towards tapping you, but he is similar in a way that he doesn’t do it super often

If you’re around and the two of you aren’t alone he’ll probably hold himself back but if you are alone he likes greeting you with light taps to your cheek

He’ll be a blushing mess, eyes cast everywhere but at you and Raph will give you sweet gentle taps, he only makes eye contact when your hands cover his, giggling at his expression

“Still so shy even after all this time?” You quip and Raph gives you a bashful grin, “Only with this!” And he’ll kiss you easily to prove the point. He definitely isn’t shy about that which shocks you more since these cute taps don’t seem that embarrassing

[oleander-nin]

Yan!Rottmnt find you sleeping in their bed

A/N, not important: Told you I'd get out more this week. I figured out a system to (hopefully)stop me from burning out as quick. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

Tw: watching you sleep, implied kidnapping, yandere themes, Raph overthinking and slight babying, unconsentual touching(nonsexual)

Words: 961

Summary: The Yan!ROTTMNT turtles find you sleeping in their bed, and they didn't even have to bribe you for once.

-Ollie

Mikey:

He’s surprised at first.

You’ve been fighting him on this for so long, despite him trying to reason with you. You hadn’t even touched his bed of your own volition so far.

And yet here you were, curled up in between pillows and blankets and the small rabbit stuffie Mikey had given you when he first met you.

He doesn’t touch you at first, opting to silently watch from a distance.

Has the biggest grin on his face as he coos at your sleeping figure, admiring you.

In his mind, this was a step forward to you accepting him, to you loving him.

Depending on the time of day and what Mikey was doing/how important it is, he’ll either get in bed with you and cuddle you while trying not to wake you, or he’ll sit on his desk and watch you as he draws.

Mikey hushes anyone who walks by, making sure his loud brothers don’t disturb you.

Until he wants your attention.

Then you’re getting dragged out of bed, an excited Mikey holding you in his arms.

You can always sleep later, after all, you obviously don’t care about sleeping in his bed anymore.

Don’t fight it, he knows you better than you know yourself.

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Donnie:

Knew about it as soon as you fell asleep.

Is a bit miffed, especially if you didn’t wash before getting into his bed. He’s big on cleanliness, and will not stand for you making his bed all gross. He has to sleep there too, you know.

If you didn’t wash up first, he wakes you up and makes you go take a shower/bath first, taking the sheets to be cleaned and replacing them with spares as you do so. Drags you back to bed once you’re done, you don’t get a choice now. Plus, if you're so eager to sleep in his bed dirty, you’d enjoy it even better now that you’re clean.

If you were already clean, he leaves you be for now, having SHELLDON keep an eye on you to make sure nothing goes wrong while you sleep if he’s too busy to do it himself.

If he can spare the time however, he goes into his room and sits at his desk, being able to work while still being near you.

If he’s done with his work and is feeling up to it, he’s crawling in with you, collapsing on top of you and using you as his pillow. You’re soft and warm, you should’ve expected this to happen.

Gets pissy if you fight back, considering you most likely awoke when he flopped on top of you.

You should be grateful he’s showing you such kindness, he can always make you sleep on the floor.

Overall, he is quite indifferent about it. He doesn’t need you to sleep in his bed by your own volition, he can always just make you. Thinks nothing of it as you should be doing so anyway.

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Raph:

Very pleased with you.

Seeing you sleeping under the covers of his bed of your own volition, just as he wanted you too was so comforting to him. He almost melted at the sight of you surrounded by his various plushies, one of the bears being held in your arms.

The problem lies with his anxiety, however.

You are currently in his bed, alone. If he leaves, you could get hurt. What if a plush falls on your face and suffocates you in your sleep? What if he leaves and you roll off the bed, breaking your neck? What if you have a nightmare, and he’s not here to comfort you?

Despite what he was doing prior, he drops it to watch over you, not trusting you to be safe on your own as you sleep. There were too many things that could go wrong, too many variables that could lead to your suffering.

No, he had to stay with you, to protect you.

It’s what he’s here for after all.

He tries to stay away for as long as he can hold out, watching you from the opposite end of his room as he sits on the floor, just silently staring.

If it gets too much for him, seeing you there all cozy paired with the worry he has for you, he’d crawl into bed with you. He tries his best to not wake you up, simply depositing your body on his plastron as his arms wrap around you.

Freaks out if he wakes you up by accident, shushing you and trying to coax you back to sleep. You need your sleep after all.

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Leo:

This man’s ego raises so high, you have no idea. Is incredibly smug for the rest of the day(unless you do something wrong after you wake up).

See’s this as a win, thinks you’re finally giving in to him. Takes a photo to commemorate the memory before walking over to you.

Depending on his mood, he’ll either slip into bed with you, or sit on the bed next to you and just watch you while you sleep, enjoying this small step towards your reciprocating love.

No matter what, he drops whatever he’s doing to stay near you, not caring how much his brothers fuss at him.

If he slips into bed with you, he’s full on wrapping his arms around you and clinging to you like he’s never felt the touch of a lover before. Absolutely milks it.

If you wake up from his movements, he just shushes your complaints, refusing to let you go now that he’s with you.

You’re the one who was here first, why do you want to leave now?

Is very proud he’s finally making some progress, he knew you’d come around.

[bingusbongu]

(Sorry I'm about to send like 4 requests /srs)

May. May I request some rottmnt Leon general dating hcs..

-🖋

A/N: HEY BESTIE,,,, dawg really sent me 8 requests,,,, oh well here is my take on Leolanadro dating hc!!!!!! Im tired,,, sorry if this is to short

Masterlist

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Leonardo Dating hcs♡

• he is a HUGE flirt. Even before you and him even began a relationship, he is finding the most wildest pick up lines that he can think of, and blurting them out without even thinking about it

• he would totally get hurt and when you rush to his aid he takes this chance to flirt

"Ow,,, ive hurt myself from falling,,,, for you ;)"

DAWG FELL FROM A BUILDING TO FLIRT WITH YOU WITH HIS BODY BROKEN

• does litterly EVERYTHING to get a blush or a giggle out of you it makes him look stupid (he already does)

•and when he actually manages??? His ego boosts, and he gets all proud of himself. The smugest smile ever

• NEVER uses your real name. He HAS to call you a nickname. From the moment you guys started dating, and even before he had a stupid nickname for you. And you just have to go along with it

• does litterly anything and EVERYTHING to try and impress you. Whether it just be chugging a whole can of soda without burping, he does it just to earn your praise. (He is also alittle insecure,,, make sure he knows how amazing he is ♡)

• he loves physical affection, atleast just holding your hand or tackling you into a hug to cuddle. But i also think he would use words of affirmation. Praising you on every little thing you do, even if you are just sitting there with him, he will just come up with a praise out of nowhere, and not even realize it.

• he also needs words of affirmation from you, make sure he is doing a good job and you love and appreciate him<3

• when he has to leave you or you have to leave, he wont let it happen without getting a kiss from you. Whether it just be a quick peck or a cheek kiss, he needs a kiss before he leaves. And has the biggest grin when he gets it

• speaking if which, when he is out with his brothers without you, he complains so much. Complsining about how he misses you and your kisses and your hand in his and the way you lean against him -

• his brothers had to ducktape his mouth shut because of how much he was complaining about missing you.

• Donnie is getting so tired of here about you from Leo that he had to pull you aside and ask what you see in him. But alittle releaved since Leo goes to you to bother instead of him.

• Mikey thinks you guys are ADORABLE. Having Leo come home after a date and tell him EVERYTHING because he needs to know

• Raph is happy for him! He is just very worried that he is going to get distracted during a battle or something even worse and get himself hurt because he couldn't stop babbling about you

• when he is done with his day, he is immediately searching you our to find you, kiss you, lay ontop of you and tell you about his day and the recent battle. (Def twists the story to make him look like the only hero)

• you have to wear earplugs simetimes at night to drown out Leo from being up or making alot of noise in the middle of the night. Or, sometimes you stay up with him for as long as you can jusr to talk to him or comfort him. Though, i also think he would love to hold you while you sleep. Even if he is awake, he'd like holding you close to him

• wakes you up super early because he is bored

• Dates are normal, going out to a different restaurant each week to try the food. And if there is pizza, Leo always orders that instead

• some of your dates though might be small, like him coming over to watch a show or movie with you

•you are one of his main priorities, alongside His Brothers, Dad, April, and Casey. So you bet your ass Leo would go out of his way to protect you and keep you safe. And you're his first concern when a battle is done. Has Donnie scan you just in case so many times.

• hold this poor baby PLEASE, he so needs it

• he makes sure to drag you along with him everywhere he goes, he dosnt go anywhere without you unless its a battle. He needs to keep you safe and he intends to to so.

• brags about you all the time, mever shuts up about how amazing you are. Telling everyone how you woke up this morning

• HED BE SUCH A GENTLEMSN TOO URGGGG

• he is the type of guy to push you back in the car and close it just so he can open the door for you.

• when you enter the room he is automatically to your side and cracking up the worst pick up lines once again

• if you do actually manage to laugh at one of his jokes, he is already looking at rings to buy you

• if anyone tries to flirt with him, he will decline by going, "sorry, but im... taken." makes it so dramatic for no reason

• if you were to call him at any time and you could be halfway across the city and you need him, he is automatically up and out of the lair running to your destination to get to you he isnt slacking.

• LOVES the fact that you depend on him. Makes him so proud of himself, also gives him another bit of motivation to be a good leader!

• Casey is so happy to see you two together in a different timeline. Yet, has to constantly avoid Leo sometimes. Because he pesters Casey atleast once a day to see if you guys were married in the future.

• cant go a full day without seeing you at least once. He will show up to your home unannounced and break in. He's done it so many times that you just gave him a spare key.

• your home becomes his second hang out spot. If hes not at the lair, he is definitely hanging in your house and raiding your fridge for food

• his brothers dont question it, they know where hes at

• sends you random memes in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, LIKE???? leo honey, we need sleep

• gets so pouty when he has to leave you, but when he does he makes the most dramatic exits like jumping out of the window and shouting "WE SHALL MEET AGAIN, MY LOVE"

• He's so stupid, but we love stupid♡♡♡♡

[travlersjoy444]

request/writing idea!!

could you do a oneshot/headcannons(whichever you prefer) for a reader who acts as the teams medic?

Sounds like a plan!

On the Job

2012(ish) Turtles x reader

Platonic, and I say 'ish' because I was kinda picturing 2003!Don and Mikey, and 2012!Leo and Raph, as well as mentioning some 12 series specific villains/events.

Work count: 5.1k

Warnings: Non-graphic descriptions of injuries, mentions of blood, mentions of the film 'Twilight'

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  “How the hell is it that you are somehow injured to the point of being near death yet again?!” You snapped at the turtle that had perched on your fire escape.

  Raph flushed, looking mildly embarrassed somehow despite his unwavering grimace of pain.

  You sighed and opened the door, slinging his arm over your shoulder to lug him to the couch.

  “Sorry.” He grunted through his wince as you set him down as gently as you could. “I can explain-”

  You smiled ruefully. “No, no…lemme guess. Ya got mad- probably at Leo, though it could also be Mikey- and stormed off to go fight crime on your own. And now that you’ve sprained your ankle and busted your lip, you’ve come to me so that you don’t have to return home with your tail between your legs.”

  He looked surprised, raising his brow ridge at the amount of accuracy.

  “Dude you did this like…just last month.” You sighed, and he mouthed ‘oh’, reaffirmed that you were indeed not a stalker.

  “Well…you’re the medic.” He shrugged, smiling weakly.

  You scoffed. “Wrong. Donnie is.”

  “Donnie once strapped me to a table and threatened to saw my plastron open.” Raph scowled. “And I don’t care that he was joking- I don’t trust him with medic privilege anymore.”

  “But Don knows more than I do about how to fix you up.” You said, grabbing the first aid kit.

  “Well…I like you better.” Raph grumbled, crossing his arms.

  You tried to resist smiling at that. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” You lied.

  Raph rolled his eyes. “It’s not…I’m not trying to….whatever, just do your thing, would ya?”

  You snorted. “Sure, King Raphael.”

  “Please?” He added, and you sighed.   “Okay, okay. Fine. Just stop getting hurt, would ya?”

  “Well…it’s sorta in the whole ‘ninja vigilante’ job description, genius.”

  You smiled ruefully, and began to wrap his ankle. “Yeah, I know. Maybe I just don’t like seeing you injured. But still…I’m glad you trust me to patch you up, dork.”

  He yawned and punched you lightly on the shoulder. “Wouldn’t trust anyone more.”

  You rolled your eyes and handed him some ibuprofen pills before sitting on the couch next to him.

  “Wanna watch a movie while you procrastinate on telling your brothers that I had to save your shell again?”

  “Yeah,” He murmured sleepily, swallowing the pain meds.

  “Hm. ‘Kay, Twilight it is.” You grinned. 

  Had Raph been even slightly more alert, he probably would have protested, but at this point, the adrenaline of the night had caught up with him. So instead of protesting, he rested his head on your shoulder and watched the movie about glittery vampires.

  You smiled and wrapped a soft blanket around his shoulders. Maybe it was sorta annoying and stressful how often Raph got injured, but you had to admit, it was pretty nice hanging out with him like this. And it was also sorta nice to know he trusted you to take care of him.

  He yawned and put an arm around you. “Hey (Y/N)?”

  “Yeah Rafa?”

  “Thanks for doing this for me. It…well, it really does…y’know, mean a lot to me and stuff.” He whispered before fading into sleep.

  You smiled and hugged him back.

***

  “Hey (Y/N), is it normal to have the world sorta…sorta spinning n’ stuff?” Said Mikey.

  You stared at him wide eyed. 

  “Angelo, buddy, pal, you just got thrown into a fucking wall!” You screeched.

  “So that’s like…noooot normal?” Mikey said slowly.

  “Ai ya. You are so lucky that Raph and Leo don’t need my backup right now.” You muttered, more to yourself than to him as you dragged the injured Michelangelo off the battlefield.

  You’d come along today to kick Foot Ninja butt and smash robots, not treat concussions. But apparently Raph wasn’t the only one under the impression that you were suddenly team medic. God, where was Don when you needed him?!

  “(Y/N)...my head hurts.” Mikey whispered, clutching it in his hands, before seeming to notice his change in location. “I-I mean, I’m totally mondo, bro! Lemme go back to fighting! I can’t let my bros down (Y/N), seriously-”

  “Shut up Mikey, you probably have a concussion-”

  “S’okay, I can still fight good! I’ve done it before, seriously-”

  “Ah, so you’re delusional too…” You said, pretending to write it down.

  “(Y/N), really man-”

  You sighed and dropped the act, as your nonchalant attitude clearly wasn’t working. “Mikester, you fight great. But your brothers are fine. It’s just a few Footbots, nothing they haven’t handled before, and besides, you took out a heck of a lot of them before you got wall-thrown. You really even their odds! But now you're injured, and the best thing you can do for your brothers is take a break!” You exclaimed, propping him up against a wall a block away from the fight.

  He frowned, brow ridges knit together. “You sure- oohhh did someone just stab my eyes with a glowing sword bro…?”

  “Nah man, that’s just the streetlight.” You said gently, unpacking the first-aid kit that you were lucky to have had the foresight to bring along, and mentally ran through the concussion tests you knew. 

  You tapped Mikey’s hand and ankle at the same time. “Okay. Where am I touching you?” You said.

  “Uhhh…my hand.” He mumbled out.

  “Nothing on the ankle?”

  “Nah…”

  Shit, okay, he’d failed that test…

  You swallowed and read the instructions for another one off your phone.

  ‘1. Tap the bridge of the patient's nose. 

They will begin to blink, but should stop after 2-3 blinks. 

After more than 3 blinks the subject is considered concussed.’ said the article.

  You tapped his snout gently, and he blinked in shock. 

  “Ow!”

  “Sorry.”

  One blink, two, three, four, five- uh oh. 

  “Okay…you’re officially concussed, Mikey!” You said weakly.

  “Ohhh…that’s not good, is it, bro?” He moaned.

  “No... Look, I’ve got this bag of ice, I’m gonna hold it onto your head, okay?” You said, making sure to speak as calmly and clearly as you could manage.

  He nodded, before groaning in pain at the movement. You eased the ice onto his forehead as gently as you could manage, and grabbed some pain meds out of your first aid kit.

  “Here, swallow these.”

  He complied.

  “Woah, what’s going on here?!” Said a voice from behind you. 

  “Don!” You grinned, spinning around to see the familiar turtle. He was by your side in an instant, studying Mikey himself.

  “He’s got a concussion.” You sighed.

  “Ooh, that’s…not ideal.” Don winced. “Look, I’ve gotta grab the Shellraiser- I’ll pick you up in a minute, Mikey. In the meantime, stay with the medic and don’t do anything stupid.”

  “I’m not the medic-” You argued.

  “Aren’t you?” Don frowned, pointing to your first aid kit.

  “Well even if I was -which I’m not- I have a name, dude.” You protested, but he had already darted off to grab the car. You sighed and mumbled something about those ‘dang teenagers’ as if you weren’t also one.

  “S’okay (Y/N), I believe in ya! You can be medic if you set your mind to it…”Mikey grinned loopily.

  You facepalmed. “No, that’s not what I- augh. Whatever. Sure, Mikey.” You sighed.

  “Anytime, dude.” He said, giving you a weak thumbs-up.

***

  “Is he okay?” You said, frowning as Mikey lay passed out on the cot in Don’s lab.

  “He’ll be fine. He was lucky to have you there though, it would’ve been way worse if he’d tried to go back to fighting the way you said he wanted to.” Don shrugged, smiling. “So, good job, Team Medic!”

  You frowned. “Whoa whoa woah, no. Donnie, you’re the team medic.”

  Don shook his head. “No, I’m Team Scientist. I only have an arbitrary understanding of medical stuff- I’m more of a ‘mechanics’ guy. And occasionally chemistry, nowadays, but y’know.”

  “So you think I  -Me, an untrained ametuer- would be a better medic than you, a full fledged genius scientist?!” You said indignantly.

  “Well…yeah, you have basic first aid training, which is more than even I have, and you’re great under pressure- Um…do you not want to be?” He stammered awkwardly. “See I just figured …the more the merrier, right? But if you don’t want to, obviously we don’t have to do that…it’d just be nice to have someone else, I guess…” He continued, fiddling with his duffle bag strap anxiously.  

  You sighed, running through the mental pros and cons list. 

  On the one hand…It would mean more safety for the boys, finally getting to use your medical training, and a  bit of pressure off of Donnie- who already shouldered the huge burden that came with the title of ‘Scientist/Engineer/Argument Breaker-Upper/Mechanic/Chemist/Ninja’.

  But on the other hand, it was a huge responsibility. What if one of them got injured so badly that you couldn’t help? What if you were at school or work or on vacation or something, what would they do then?

  Well…then again, Donnie was still there and able to help. And plus…you’d be the medic, not the doctor. You weren’t sure you could handle long term stuff, but if you were just the first aid…well actually, that didn’t seem too bad. After all, you were already Raph’s personal human first aid kit, and that was only mildly stressful, so maybe doing the same for the other brothers wouldn’t be too terrible?

“Well- I mean, I guess you have a point, what with how often you guys are injured…” You said, considering it. “It’s a huge responsibility, but I guess so long as I have you as backup, Dee…”

  Don blinked. “Wait…so you’ll do it?” He said.

  Eh…sure why not.

  “You know what? …Yeah, I guess so.” You said finally. “But only if you promise you’ll help me out, genius.” You decided, holding out our hand to shake on it.

  He grinned and shook it weakly. “Thanks so much, (Y/N). You have no idea how helpful this is.” He said, relieved.

  You smiled despite yourself. “Hey, wouldn’t want the world’s best scientist to deal with even more shit than he has to, right?” You said, only half joking.

  He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well best is a strong word...”

  You chuckled at his reaction. “Well, you’re certainly the best I know, Don. I’m honored that you trust me with something like this, seriously.”

  He smiled, suddenly shy. “Hey, thanks for agreeing to it. This is super helpful- and you’re the best candidate by far.”

  “Gasp, better than Casey?” You said in mock surprise.

  He chuckled. “Way better than Casey.”

  “You know, one time I stubbed my toe, and his go-to instinct was to chuck a hockey puck at it to, quote, ‘get the blood flowing’. So I guess you’re right there.” You mused.

  “Dude! I WAS HELPING!” Yelled Casey, summoned by the sound of shit being talked about him.

  “We’ve been over this Case’- YOU INJURED ME MORE!” You yelled back, and Don doubled over laughing.

  “Oh yes, I’m glad my suffering amuses you.” You said, falling against the wall dramatically.

  “S-sorry-” Don wheezed as he leaned on his staff to straighten his posture, very obviously not sorry.

  “Y’know what?! It totally does amuse me!” Casey sassed, tossing his hair just as dramatically.

  “You guys are so mean.” You said, faking a voice crack as you pretended to wipe away tears.

***

  “Hey (Y/N)? I’m sorry I ruined your chances to fight.” Said Mikey a while later.

  You looked up from your math homework. “You’re awake?” You said, surprised. Don had estimated that it would be another hour or so before he regained consciousness.

  “Uh…apparently. How long was I out?” He mumbled. 

  “Just a few hours, dude. How’s the head?”

  “...Hurts.” He said, cringing. “Aw, man.”

  “D’you want me to dim the lights a bit?” You offered. The lab’s lights were already dimmer than usual, but you did have Donnie’s extremely bright desk lamp on for your homework.

  “Maybe?” Mikey grunted. “Is everyone okay?”

  You complied and turned off the desk lamp, leaving the room shadow-y but not fully dark. 

  “Yeah, everyone’s fine, Mike’.” You nodded. “You’re the only one that got injured, and that’s just ‘cause one of Shredder’s goons threw your head into a wall.”

  “Okay, lame! What a buzzkill.” Mikey whined. “Thanks for patching me up.”

  “No problem!” You said firmly.

  “It kinda was though, ‘cause I messed up your chance to fight…isn’t that why you were so angry about having to treat me?” Mikey mumbled, looking away.

  You cringed, remembering how you had indeed complained. “Aw, Angelo- I…I didn’t mean it like that. That was the stress talking more than anything else, and besides- that’s how I act around Raph, y’know? All like…sarcastic and begrudging because he alway gets hurt for dumbass reasons. I guess I kinda forgot that you’re…not Raph, you know what I mean?” You shrugged, trying to ignore the burning wave of regret and embarrassment that was washing over you.

  “Kinda?” Mikey said, still not meeting your eyes. “So does that mean you’re not…mad at me?”

  “Of course not.” You said, scooting your chair up next to his cot. “You didn’t do anything wrong, dude, how could I ever be mad at you? Ya did good today, Mikey, you know that?”

  “You think so?” He smiled, looking up at you- almost shyly, as if he didn’t believe it….you made a mental note to compliment him more often. 

  “I know so, genius.” You grinned, punching him lightly in the shoulder.

  “Hey! Hitting the sick dude? Not cool brah!” He grinned, punching you back.

  “Oh hey- we ordered pizza a bit ago! You feelin’ up for a slice?” You suggested, remembering how Leo had set some aside for whenever Mikey woke up.

  “Uh no duh?! Of course I want pizza! Where is it?!”

  You laughed, standing up. “Okay, I’ll go get it for ya, dude. Good job today bro.”

  “Ditto, mondo-medic!”

  “Oh boy, a new nickname. How tubular.” You grunted, smiling good naturedly before you ducked out of the lab.

***

  Now you were used to Raphael showing up on your fire escape. But tonight, there was a turtle on your fire escape who not only was not Raphael, but was also one of the least likely people to ever show up injured, ever.

  He rapped on the window. “Hey, (Y/N)!”

  “Leo? What the hell are you doing here?” You shoved the door to the fire escape open, and let him in.

  “Thanks.” He rasped, limping into the living room. “Sorry to bother you, (Y/N). I just…needed some help from someone who isn’t one of my brothers, and…y’know, the medic.”

  “What happened?” You said, taking in his all-black getup. “What’s with the goth makeover? …And your voice being raspier than usual?”

  He chuckled nervously, and it faded into a cough. “Uh…y’know, Karai stuff?”

  You blinked. “...What?”

  He rubbed the back of his head. “Look, it’s a bit of a long story,” he smiled awkwardly, “...But Karai and I may have sorta…y’know, committed arson…?”

  He said it as if it were something like ‘Karai and I cheated on a test’ or ‘Karai and I got a parking ticket’.

  “...Leo?!” You said, staring at him in awe.

  “Look that’s unimportant-  The issue is that I think I knocked my bad knee out of it’s socket while we were running away, and obviously inhaled more smoke than I should’ve-”

  “Why the fuck were you commiting arson?!” You exclaimed, cutting him off.

  He sighed, fiddling with his katana’s strap. (-oh wait no, that was a…seatbelt? Right, he was in an emo phase, apparently.)

  “I mean I understand the urge- who hasn’t been tempted to start a fire, all that or whatever- but you?!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands into the air wildly. “Like, I’d expect this from Raph or Casey but…you?!” You continued, not even sure what to say.

  He opened his mouth and closed it. “Uh…”

  You sighed and sat down on the couch, shaking your head. “And you fucking hurt your bad knee…agh. Leo…”

  He sat down next to you, staring at the floor.

  “...No.” You grunted, staring at the ceiling. “The couch is for people who don’t commit arson. You get the Stool of Shame.”

  “-Huh?”

  “The Stool of Shame, dude.” You reiterated, pointing at the rickety old tin seat in the corner that, based on the size, you were pretty sure was made for elementary school children. 

  Leo swallowed in embarrassment, but limped across the room to uncomfortably perch on the tiny stool.

  You stifled a smirk at the visual of the gothed-out Leonardo staring at the ground in shame, fidgeting with his hands as he sat in the much too small chair.

  “Do you feel ashamed?” You said flatly.

  He nodded. 

  “Good. You should be. Arson is bad, Leo, and we both know that you know that it’s bad.” You said, standing up and walking towards the kitchenette to make yourself some tea.

  Leo nodded again, rocking side to side on the chair anxiously.

  “D’ya want mint tea or green tea? Ooh, and there’s also cherry coke I think in the fridge.” You added absently.

  “Uh…green is good, no milk?” Leo said slowly.

  “Cool cool. You mentioned smoke inhalation?” You said, putting the kettle on.

  “Yeah…”

  “Alright. How’s the throat, then?” You said. You’d been reading up a bit on throat injuries after Leo complained lightly about his long-term injuries acting up, and if it was bad then, you had a solid hunch it would be way worse now.

  “...Well, I mean…It…hurts,” He shrugged, shifting in the Shame Stool as he tried to downplay the ramifications of his dumbass choices.

  “Shocking.” You said, turning back to preparing the tea.

  “Look, it was an accident!” He said defensively. “We didn’t plan on the alarms closing the East exit, that didn't happen last…time…oooh.” He winced, realizing his mistake a second too late.

  You slowly turned back towards him, feeling your eye twitch.

  “Ya wanna say that last bit one more time Leon?” You said as evenly as you could manage.

  He gulped, but met your eyes. “...That didn’t…happen…last time.” He said in a small voice.

  “Last time.” You repeated.

  “LAST TIME.” You said, louder this time.

  Leo cringed. 

  You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself. “So your knee is re-injured and your throat is hurting.” You mumbled, listing the symptoms in the hope that focusing on the task at hand would keep you from flipping out at him. “And you’ve fucking done this…twice…” 

  He coughed, as if he wanted to say something, but held his tongue.

  You made a sound of frustration. “Okay, more than twice?”

  He nodded, brow ridges knitted together as he stared at his feet.

  “You are…so lucky that I don’t have Splinter’s phone number.” You hissed.

  He nodded again. “You’re right.” He said in a small voice.

  “Yeah, I know I’m right!” You snapped, stirring two tablespoons of honey into his tea aggressively. Some of it spilled on the floor. “Unlike some of us, I’m not an idiot!” 

  You sighed, walking across the room to hand him the mug. “Lemme go get the first aid kit. In the meantime, you have about two minutes to think of a good explanation for this.”

  “Yes sensei- uh I mean (Y/N)! Yes (Y/N).” He nodded, flustered, and saved himself from meeting your eyes by taking a giant sip of tea.

  You rolled your eyes and left the room to grab the first aid kit.

  When you came back, he was gagging on tea.

  “Is something wrong with it?” You said flatly.

  “Nah, it’s- it’s fine! Maybe a little too much sugar-”

  “When will you learn that your actions have consequences, Mr. I-just-inhaled-tons-of-smoke-fumes? …Heh. It’s honey, soothes the pain.” You said, smiling.

  “Oh. Okay then.” He mumbled.

  “So if your knee is dislocated, I’m gonna have to shove it back into place, which is gonna hurt like hell, okay?” You warned. “I do have some pain meds, but obviously they’re not exactly professional- just the drugstore over-the-counter stuff.”

  He nodded and accepted the pills. 

  “Cool. Now…why the hell were you committing arson, Fearless Leader?” You sighed, sitting against the wall next to the Stool of Shame.

  He shrugged. “Well…first off, it wasn’t like, random- It was Shredder’s stuff. Karai, Shinigami, and I were burning Shredder’s stuff.  Secondly, Karai was gonna do it whether I participated or not! I had to come along to keep her safe!”

  “Karai’s a tough girl, Lee. She doesn’t need you to keep her safe- plus, she’s older than you. If anything, she should be keeping you safe, right?” You said gently.

  “(Y/N)- yeah she’s tough! But like…she’s not exactly as…well, y’know, stable as us!” Leo tried to explain. “I mean, she’s had a tough life, and only recently started therapy- and even then, she can’t really be forthright with her therapist because she’s gotta keep all the mutants and gang stuff secret- And so maybe I just wanna be there to keep her from doing something impulsive and hurting herself!”

  You glanced over at him, and he broke eye contact in favor of taking another sip of tea.

  “So then…you know exactly how I feel, huh?” You said softly.

  He blinked. “Huh?”

  “Feeling worried about someone who matters to ya doing impulsive shit and getting hurt?” You prompted, shooting him a half-hearted smile.

  His eyes widened. “...Oh.” 

  You patted his shell. 

  “I…I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I didn’t think-”

  “That I have feelings? I know, I know, I do tend to go for the emotionless robot vibe.” You joked, putting your hand on your heart dramatically. “But beneath the layers of deadpan stares and blunt comments…I hurt…” You swooned. 

  Leo chuckled, shoving you lightly. “Alright, alright, laugh it up…”

  “But seriously, Leo.” You said, leaning on the wall again. “It’s scary when you go out there and get hurt. You’re one of my best friends in the universe, and y’know…I don’t like seeing you get needlessly injured. Karai’s a big girl, let her handle her own problems. Maybe try bonding with her over…I dunno, bubble tea instead of arson, you know?” You chuckled.

  He smiled, leaning back. “Alright, you’re right.”

  “Now…look. All the nice feelings stuff aside…” You said, studying his knee. “I’m sorry but I’m gonna have to call Don about this one. I don’t exactly trust my ability to do this without causing a fracture.”

  “Aw, (Y/N)-”

***

  Over the past few months, being the team medic had grown into a more comfortable position. You actually felt you were helping, and more importantly, it was kinda fun! 

  However, all of that was under the watchful eye of one Donatello Hamato. He was far more useful in terms of the steps after first aid, and you weren’t too sure you’d be able to trust yourself as a medic just yet without his minor help- that’s to say, he was a nice safety harness in the risky rockwall that was being an ametuer medic.

  So when you lost said safety net, you weren’t 100% sure how to react.

  It had been a normal night of waiting in the lair while the turtles went on a normal patrol until it wasn’t.

  There was a flurry of movement in the tunnels, a yelp, and the siblings were storming into the lair in a panic.

  “Lab! Now!” Leo cried.

  Mikey was tearful, Raph panicking, and Leo’s face was trying to be stoic and failing. Your gaze shifted to Don, who hung from Leo and Raph’s shoulders, unconscious.

  You threw the lab doors open, and Raph laid Don down on the work counter before sinking to the floor in a stunned silence.

  “Wha- What happened?” You said, trying to bite back your panic. Right, pressure, pressure, I’m- I’m good under pressure, be chill (Y/N)-

  Leo paced the floor. “Ambush. Tigerclaw and co. Didn’t think they were gonna be there… I-I didn’t know-”

  You patted his shoulder. “Of course you didn’t, Lee, take a deep breath- What happened to Don?” 

  “They got him in the shoulder.” Mikey supplied.

  You stifled a ‘Ya think?!’ and tugged on some latex gloves. You approached Donnie, biting your lip nervously.

  There was a… a lotta blood. He was losing it by the second. 

  “How long has he been bleeding?” You asked, your voice coming out so much calmer than you felt.

  “Half an hour? Maybe?” Leo said helplessly. 

  Half an hour and still bleeding… so so much…

  I’m definitely not experienced enough to handle a transfusion operation, so- just gotta stick with Don’s emergency med stash and- and stitching-

  He was pale. You didn’t know that scales could be pale. You swallowed the bile in your throat and opened the drawer of sterile equipment. 

  Needle and thread, needle and thread, needle and thread… Your brain chanted unhelpfully as you tried to locate them. 

  Hydrogen peroxide, disinfect the wound-

  You soaked a cloth with the hydrogen peroxide and cleaned the gashes, and his breathing sped up. Understandable. You were confident that it stung.

  Wincing, you continued cleaning. 

  “Is he- is he okay?” Raph whispered from the floor.

  I- maybe?! No?! I- I don’t know, I’m just- ah-

  “He will be.” You said firmly, as if you weren’t mentally spiralling.  You tried to focus on the repetitive motion of cleaning the wound.

  You swallowed and reached for the needle.

  Raph tracked your actions, and, eyes going wide as he realized what you were planning, covered his mouth in horror and discomfort, no doubt picturing the feeling of stitches in his own shoulder. Huh, you hadn’t expected Raph to be squeamish, ha. Oh god you also sorta wanted to throw up-

  “Leo, we should get Raph outta here before he hurls!” Mikey said, as if he wasn’t feeling just as freaked out. 

  “Actually, all of you should probably step out so I can focus.” You said, hoping to end the performance anxiety and pressure all the pressure all of-

  “Are you sure?” Said Leo. 

  “A hundred percent.” You said firmly.

  Raph bolted out and Mikey followed.

  Leo shot Don a final nervous glance.

  “He’ll be okay.” You said, faking stoic confidence. “I promise.”

  He nodded, and followed his brothers out of the lab.

  You swallowed nervously and got to work.

***

  “Oohhh…” Don moaned.

  Uh-oh.

  You were really glad he was conscious- but you were not glad that he had chosen to wake up before you finished stitching his skin back together. 

  “Shhh, it’s okay-” You tried to whisper, but Donnie’s eyes shot open.

  “Oh my god….why does my shoulder feel like- eugghhhh….” He groaned. “Tigerclaw…”

  “You’re on the best pain meds in your collection, but uh….” You mumbled guiltily. “I wasn’t quite finished with ya.”

  Don gave a double take as his eyes traveled up to his half-stitched mess of a shoulder.

  He gave a weak sound of discomfort and nausea.

  You took a deep breath and smiled weakly. “Uh…did I fuck it up?”

  “No…it looks…ha…great.” He said with a laboured breath. “Well, obviously not great, but like- you know- solid stitchwork…”

  You winced. “Aw Don, don’t strain yourself by talking…”

  “I’m-...I’m okay.” He insisted despite the weak warble of his voice. “See? I told-...I told you we’d need a medic that isn’t me, remember? Looks like I….picked the right person, huh?” He smiled.

  You gave a weak sound that might have been either a laugh or a sob. 

  Your hands trembled in their blood-stained gloves, and you tried to ignore it as you continued stitching.

  His breath hitched everytime  you pierced his skin, and you tried to ignore the involuntary- and illogical- guilt at hurting him.

  “How ‘bout- y- Ahem. How about you?” He said softly.

  “Huh?” You hummed, pulling the largest wound closed at last. 

  “Are you okay?”

  You drew in a shaky breath and tried to keep your hands from shaking. “I mean…I’ve been better,” You deadpanned, although your heart was clearly not in it.

  “Ditto. Hope I don’t look too much like Frankenstein’s monster once we’re through with this, eh?” He chuckled, but it died in a whimper of pain.

  You cringed. 

  Don’s smile faded, and he glanced at you. “Seriously though…are you okay?”

  You sighed, wringing your bloody hands. “...Are you sure I’m the best person for this job?”

  “Do you….do you not want to be?” He asked.

  You shrugged noncommittally. 

  Maybe you didn’t. What had these past few months been if not stressful? Maybe April was better for the job. Maybe you didn’t want it.

  No, that wasn’t true. 

  Admittedly, fixing Donnie’s wounds yourself was far less scary than it would have been to wait outside with the others, unsure if he was getting better or not. And you maybe-sorta-liked being the one Leo went to when he hurt his knee, the one to comfort Mikey as he dealt with feelings, the one to fix Raph up when he did dumb shit as per usual.

  Yeah, you liked being a medic. What you didn’t love quite so much was the grimace of pain on Donnie’s face as he worried about whether or not the person he trusted with his life even wanted to help him.

  You sighed and began bandaging his shoulder. 

  “...I do, Dee, I guess I just worry is all…’Cause what if I do something wrong? This is far more high-pressure than like…a math test, y’know?”

  Don frowned. “Well you’re doing great right now if it makes you feel any better…”

  “Oh yeah? Thanks.” You smiled. “You taught me well, genius.”

  “Nah, I never showed you all the procedures and stuff- that’s all you, you know.” Don smiled, closing his eyes. 

  You glanced down at the bandage, realizing that he was right- you’d learned this in a life guard training lesson a few summers ago. Huh.

  “Besides, can you imagine like- Mikey or Casey or someone being in charge of this? I’d end up even more injured than before!” He chuckled.

  “I mean…I won’t argue with you there…” You snorted.

  “Anyways, I trust you, (Y/N). I know that I’m in good hands.” He said with another smile.

  “You sure? ‘Cause these look more like zombie hands or somethin’ to me,” You joked, holding up your blood-stained gloves. It was a true testament to Don’s hidden unhinged-ness that he burst into laughter rather than scolding you for the joke that you admittedly realized was in poor taste.

  “It’s just…ketchup, don’t worry about it!” He quipped through his laughter.

  “Mm, yeah, totally!” You grinned, tossing the gross gloves into the trash before washing your hands.

  “Well Don…I think you’ll be okay. D’you want me to go get your brothers?”

  He nodded. “Sounds good. And (Y/N)? Thank you. For everything.”

  You smiled, punching him lightly on his good arm. “Hey, I’m just doin’ my job.”

***

[arlestial]

Hiii your pink theme is very cute i just wanted to ask could you mabye write boyfriend hcs for luna from bllk?

❝i regret you all the time❞

synopsis : He was a player, a womanizer. You were his top-prized desire : completely unreachable. But hell, he’d chase after you halfway around the world if he had to.

pairing : Leonardo Luna x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : angst and comfort at the end, a tad suggestive (nothing too extreme), a sort of ennemies to lovers ? (Uses of "womanizer" but the rest can be read as genderneutral)

word count : 2350~ words

author-note : Hi !! It’s been a long time since I’ve wrote for Luna, so I hope it’s good. Im actually extremely proud of this one. It’s not really hcs, I got carried away LMAOO. I was busy finishing One Piece, (btw don’t be shy and drop some requests in my ask box :)) Thank you for your request (and your kind words 💗), and take care of yourself ♡

LEONARDO LUNA never had to "search" for someone. Truly, he was a dick. Sleeping with women every nights, leaving without a note nor a call, the sheets still tangled from the activities the day prior. Simply, enjoying small pleasures where his job as a professional player leaded him to. And then he saw you, at a random bar while he was drinking with his teammates. Dancing with your friends, oh so gracefully, smiling and laughing with all your teeth, all prettily dressed. He swore he’d never seen someone as angelic as you. So, he smiled to himself, and with all his ego and his pride, an overly confidence, he walked to you.

Everything went extremely quickly. He was too stunned to speak, to let any sound escape from his lips as you walked away from him, rolling your eyes. His teammates never laughed so hard : Leonardo Luna, the og womanizer, just got humbled by being rejected ? He was mad. It was so embarrassing. His cheeks were flushed in a deep red, and he cursed under his breath. How ? Were you blind, perhaps ? It was the first time ever he got rejected by a woman, and he hated it. But for some reason, a reason he didn’t understand, he wanted to try again. He didn’t want to let you go, not just yet. So he hurried to follow you towards the exit of the bar, his teammates still laughing their asses off, much to Luna’s dismay. He wanted to grab your wrist, but he stopped himself.

"Hey, don’t you know me ? Like.. you live in a cavern or something ?"

You turned to face him, and let out a sigh.

"Actually, I just don’t care. I’m not interested."

Luna frowned. Okay, so you knew he was a famous soccer player. But you weren’t interested by any means ? He smirked. You were playing hard to get.

"Come on. Just give me one chance ?"

"Listen. You’re a player. Everybody knows it. I’m not interested when it comes to assholes who play with people’s feelings like you."

He scoffed, a cocky laugh escaping from his throat. Okay, maybe you were right. He liked your attitude. He leaned on the doorframe, a teasing grin dancing on his lips.

"You don’t find me attractive ?"

"I’ve seen much better."

And with these words, a mocking smile on your face, you left the bar, walking in the empty, dark streets without any worry. Luna gasped dramatically, and hurried to follow you in your tracks.

"So you’re gonna follow me now ? What a creep."

"Nah. Just walking you home."

"I’ve never asked you to do that."

"’M just being a gentleman."

You chuckled. His cocky attitude was pitiful.

"Didn’t know you were a chaser, after all. Disappointed because I haven’t fallen for you the first time you talked to me ?"

"I’m definitely not.", he smirked, "But for you, I’d be one, doll."

"Quit the petname, dude. We’re not together."

"Yet.", he corrected. You sighed, amused by his determination.

LEONARDO LUNA wasn’t capable of letting you go. Well, you piqued his interest, after all. He wasn’t used to be rejected, but you made this rejection so sweet, so intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough. He walked you home, and with a little persuasion (aka, promising you he wasn’t going to spam you all the time) he got your Instagram (he giggled like a teenager when he saw that you accepted his request on your private account.) Since that day, you were always there in his thoughts, day and night, more than he had excepted. It was a game of cat and mouse : him, constantly flirting with you, and you, ignoring or rejecting him again and again. His teammates were confused; he wasn’t the type to run after someone, it was quite the opposite. Luna was used to be a living fantasy for most women and men, he didn’t even had to try to please. But it was different this time. Always refusing to go on dates with him, refusing his gifts or his advances. You were completely unreachable, a hopeless and absurd desire of his. What Luna wanted, Luna got; and right now, he felt like a frustrated little child who had just been denied the toy he wanted his mother to buy him at the mall. And gosh, the more inaccessible you were, the more he craved- no, needed you. So, he took his phone in his hands, and once again, searched for your account in his Instagram conversations (actually, he didn’t have to search. You were on top of his contacts, probably because he decided that he won’t talk to anyone until you accept a date from him.) and texted you. You were peacefully reading a book on your couch when you heard a ding from your phone, followed by a buzzing sound. You closed your book and reached for your phone, watching Luna’s text on your wallpaper. (In all honesty, you were - each time - surprised to see a certified account sending you a message, before realizing that it was Luna. Again.)

4:47p.m. | leonardoluna : Hey, doll

just wondering if you were free tonight ?

- read at 4:48p.m.

4:51p.m. | yn.ln : hi, yeah i am. why ?

- read at 4:51p.m.

Luna smiled at the screen. He lied down on his bed, back pressed against the mattress as he waited for your answer impatiently.

4:51p.m. | leonardoluna : care to join me for dinner ? my treat, obviously

- read at 4:51p.m.

He rolled on his bed, his elbows now resting on the sheets. He sighed in defeat. You weren’t answering. You were probably gonna reject him again - with or without a proper excuse once more. He turned off his phone, throwing it behind him on the bed, frustrated and disappointed - wait. Did he just heard his phone ringing ?? He hurried to grab his phone, unlocking it messily, his eyes almost glued to the screen.

5:00p.m. | yn.ln : why not

- read at 5:01p.m.

You agreed ? A huge grin displayed on his face as he celebrated his victory with a disconcerting enthusiasm.

5:00p.m. | leonardoluna : coming to pick you up at 8, then ?

- read at 5:00p.m.

5:01p.m. | yn.ln : sure. sounds good to me

see ya then :)

- read at 5:01p.m.

5:01p.m. | leonardoluna : see you, pretty

promise you’re gonna like it. picking a good place rn

- read & liked by yn.ln at 5:03p.m.

He jumped off his bed, immediately calling a fancy restaurant to book a table. He knew the owner, so he arranged a table for you two. Luna thanked him. He wanted to kick himself : this stupid, huge grin painted on his face, that he couldn’t erase. This feeling was astonishing; maybe, it was his chance to pull you ! Finally, after all these efforts.

LEONARDO LUNA’s smile dropped, his joy fever slowly fading to a terrible dread. At first, he just wanted you in his bed. A one-night-stand without any worries, without fuss. But here he was, giggling like a teenager in love for a random person that wasn’t interested a single bit ? What the fuck was he doing ? He frowned. Was it a mistake ? He didn’t want to be in a relationship. It was too much to handle for him, the distance, the attention to give, the responsibilities that came in the package. What was he supposed to do, now ? He was anxious. He never felt anxious. He sat down on his bed, his face in his hands, exhaling deeply. He looked at your text, over and over and over and over again. You wanted to see him. He felt nauseous, probably for the first time in his entire life. And right now, the thrill of it all disappeared, giving way to a terrible, overwhelming, sensation of pressure.

You were standing outside of your house, rubbing your arms in an attempt to ease the goosebumps on your skin, arisen by the night cold breeze.

8:15p.m.

Maybe you should’ve stayed by the fireplace, at least for some minutes.

8:25p.m.

Okay, he was just late. A latecomer, huh. You should’ve wore something else, at least, not these short clothes.

8:35p.m.

It’s probably his job. Being a professional soccer player has its flaws, for sure. You should’ve called him, at least, to tell him you were waiting him to pick you up outside, like it was planned.

8:40p.m.

You decided to text him again - now, a bit worried. You should’ve asked him to meet at the restaurant directly, at least, to know where you were supposed to go. Perhaps he had a car accident ? You frowned, seeing his "online" status on Instagram. You looked at the conversation another time.

8:05 | yn.ln : sorry, I just got out, took a bit too much time to prepare lmao

you’re probably driving, so be safe

anyway, i’m waiting outside for you to pick me up :)

- read at 8:42p.m.

8:15p.m. | yn.ln : is everything okay ?

- read at 8:42p.m.

8:22p.m. | yn.ln : Luna ? It’s not funny yk

I can walk to the restaurant if you have an issue, just give me the address

- read at 8:42p.m.

8:40p.m. | yn.ln : for fuck’s sake, im worried, can’t you just answer the damn phone ?

where are you ??

luna ?

- read at 8:42p.m.

8:42p.m. | yn.ln : gosh, you’re here, I was scared something happened to you

i’m outside, is everything okay ?

- read at 8:50p.m.

8:50p.m. | yn.ln : you’re not gonna answer, are you ?

- read at 8:52p.m.

Tears in the corner of your eyes, you bit your inside cheek in a faint attempt to keep them from falling angrily on your cheeks. Your hands were trembling - from the cold, or from the frustration ? Honestly, you didn’t know. Obviously, he played with you. It was his goal since the very first night. How could you be this fucking dumb ? Naive ? He just wanted you in his bed, and he was tired already of his new toy, aka, you. So he threw you away, like he did with everyone else. You were too silly, artless, to think that someone like him could like someone like you. Incisive insecurities, bittersweet thoughts, appalling regrets, permeated your mind as you turned off your phone, deciding to take a walk outside to soothe your nerves.

8:54p.m. | yn.ln : you’re a fucking asshole. i should’ve listened the rumors about your mf face.

how could I believed you ??

srs, go fuck yourself.

you are the biggest regret I’ve ever had

- read at 8:58p.m.

8:59p.m. | yn.ln : go on, spend your whole life fucking people like they actually want you, ig.

- read at 9:00p.m.

Maybe it was childish, but you needed to get those feelings out of your chest. You were disappointed, felled even. Your friends warned you, but you haven’t listened. How could you ? He was so nice to you all the time, always asking about your day and all. You always refused to go on dates with him, thinking he was just playing for a night with you. But after one month, you sincerely thought he wanted a deeper connexion with you than just sex. And you were wrong, of course.

LEONARDO LUNA never drove this quick. He was probably like - at 110 k.p.h on a 50 k.p.h road. His hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gear lever, pulling the car out of the intersection. He haven’t even cared about the others that were honking several times because of his awful (and dangerous) driving, his thoughts were busy, because of you, and only you. He was so stupid. So fucking stupid. To think that it was a bad idea to talk to you, to get accustomed to your texts, to your honey-like voice when you were calling him. He liked you. Maybe even more, he didn’t know. He parked his car messily on the sidewalk, getting weird stares and side-eyes from passers-by. He spotted your walking figure and immediately ran after you, his breath short and unsteady. Good thing he knew where you lived since the night he walked you home, one month ago. He bit his lip when he grabbed your wrist, and you turned to face him, tears rolling down your cheeks. He hated himself, right now.

9:11p.m.

"You ? Fucking bastard, leave me alone." You sharply said, trying to get away from his grasp. He immediately took you in his arms, one of his hands resting on the back of your head, stroking your soft hair. He shoved your face on his chest, trying to reassure you.

"I’m- I’m so sorry. I got nervous. I’m just not used to feel this kind of things towards someone. It’s the first time; actually. I was scared. Scared of being rejected with true, heavy, feelings, this time. I beg you,", he inhaled, his voice wobbly, "please, forgive me."

"I can’t trust you.", you mumbled, your voice muffled by his clothed chest, trying to push him away as harshly as you could.

"You can. I didn’t think- fuck. It’s hard to say that. That I could fall for someone so quickly, so easily. It’s so simple to talk to you, I’ve never felt so comfortable around someone in my overall, miserable existence. I want to give you my whole heart, my whole soul, okay ? I fucked up, I know. And I truly don’t deserve you. But I can’t help, but being selfish again, one last time, please, just wanting you, your smile, your laughs, your soft touches, wanting you by my side permanently. That’s all I’m asking for. A second chance, because I don’t want anybody else to have you. I want to be the one you come home to, the one you think of when life is all troubles and worries."

"Look at me. Tell me you hate me, reject me over, I’m not worth your attention. But I won’t stop thinking about you, I’m just not able to do it. Don’t let me down. Please."

You tilted your head up, seeing his green eyes wet already. His trembling hands wandered to your cheeks, gently stroking them, as if you were made of porcelain that his sins could shatter into tiny million of pieces, in a instant.

He leaned and pressed a tender kiss on your lips, his free hand searching so naturally for yours, intertwining your fingers together. When he pulled away, he gave you a small, weak smile, as if he’s seen his whole world being destroyed by a zephyr. You returned the smile, as he wiped away your tears.

"Promise not to let me go, then.", you answered in a whisper, your heart beating at an unsteady, loving pace.

"I won’t."

You both laughed slightly at the cheesy scene, his enamoured gaze drowning into yours.

"Now come on, honey, we have a date to attend to."

LEONARDO LUNA thought that, at first, you were a challenge. A cocky challenge, egos swinging, wondering if he could pull you like he always did with everyone. What Leonardo Luna wants, Leonardo Luna gets. However, now, he was just a puppy running after you, completely smitten. He liked to say that he was in charge, in control : but everybody knew that you had him wrapped around your finger.

[froggywritesstuff]

hero | mm!yandere!leonardo

ship/pairing: Mutant Mayhem!Yandere!Leo x g/n!reader

fandom: TMNT: Mutant Mayhem

warnings: yandere themes, swearing, Leo being delusional, manipulative behaviour, guilt tripping, being tied up, gags, kidnapping

word count: 1007

A/N: i only saw mutant mayhem in cinemas once like a month ago so this might be ooc. 18+ people DNI. i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

Leo exhaled heavily, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He whispered to himself 'you got this,' over and over like a mantra. He was so nervous, nothing could calm him down. You were in the sewers with him, he couldn't even imagine being calm. He gave up on calming his nerves, deciding to greet you as he was, jittery and giddy. He entered the secluded part of the sewers he cleared out just for you, not being able to contain his smile as he met your eyes - your mouth being covered with the gag he gave you. You didn't look as excited as he was...  You were probably just confused, that was all. Once Leo explained everything, you'd be smiling in no time. He neared closer to you, frowning at the way you shuffled back toward the wall, but he rationalised that you were just too excited to meet him, and was just as giddy as he was.

"HEy." Leo internally cringed at the crack in his voice, but kept a calm face in front of you, "Sorry for keeping you tied up so long, I had to finish up some stuff with my brothers." he paused, before realisation dawned on him, "Oh and sorry for keeping that gag on you for so long," he walked your way, stopping in front of you to untie the gag, "I knew you'd be confused and I didn't want you to hurt your throat by-"

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Leo jumped back when you yelled, not prepared for your hostility. 

"Hey," he looked behind him, double checking no one else was near, "Y/N, you need to keep it down, or I'm gonna have to put the gag back on, and I really don't wanna do that." he said, almost pleading with you.

"You have thirty seconds to explain to me what you think you're doing." you spat, glaring at Leo to hide the fear in your eyes. You did stay quiet, so Leo did appreciate that.

He nodded, exhaling quickly, "Ok, so we go to the same school, I dunno if you've ever noticed me, you probably haven't-"

"Yeah, I never noticed four turtle mutants at my school." 

Leo instantly perked up, "So you have noticed me?" you said nothing, staring at him with a frustrated look, "Right, never mind. I- You just looked so lonely at school, I figured you needed a friend."

You scoffed, and Leo didn't miss the feeling of pure fear in your voice that you tried to cover up, "So your first thought is to kidnap me?"

Leo cringed, "Can you maybe not use that word?"

Your eyebrows raised, “Kidnap?” he nodded, "No, because it's the exact word to describe what you're doing."

”Well you’re making me out to be some kind of monster. I just…” he sighed, “I really like you and I thought I could be your friend, or something…”

”Well you could’ve been if not for the kidnapping.”

He brought his hands to his face, laughing awkwardly, “Can you stop? I’m trying to help you, it’s not my fault you’re not taking this well.” he saw your unconvinced expression and stood up, beginning to pace around the room “I’m a hero, you know I’m a hero. My brothers and I saved the city. I'm trying to do a good thing for you, and I really want you to be happy down here, with me. So can you just stop being so negative?"

You just stared at him speechless. You realised pretty quickly that you wouldn't be able to convince him that what he was doing was wrong. It seemed his mind was made up. But you also noticed that he seemed pretty determined to keep you happy, and was convinced that you weren't happy without him.

"Leo listen to me," you began, seeing the corners of his lips turn up slightly at the fact that you knew his name, "I know you think you're helping me or whatever, but you're really not. I'm fine, I really am. You-you can let me go, and I won't tell anyone about this, I swear." you couldn't stop the tears forming in your eyes. You didn't want him to know, but you were truly terrified.

He narrowed his eyes at you, "What do you mean? I-I'm helping. I don't understand why you wouldn't think that..." you opened your mouth to speak but he quickly cut you off, "I-is this because I'm a mutant?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "What?"

"You just think I'm some kind of monster, don't you?" he asked, a hurt look in his eyes as he stared at you.

"Leo, you're not listening to me-" you attempted to say, but Leo cut you off again.

"Well I'm sorry I'm not a human, but last I checked, no human cares enough about you to give you this kind of help." he scoffed, turning around and beginning to walk away.

"Leo, what are you doing?" you asked fearfully, pulling on the ropes around your hands.

He turned back to meet your eyes, "If you hate me so much, I'll just leave you alone then."

You suppress a groan of frustration, "Can you just-"

Leo turned around sharply, a sharp glare sent your way, but you could still see the hope in his eyes, "Just what? If you're gonna yell at me again, I don't wanna hear it."

"I don't want to be here. You're really scaring me, and I want to go home. This isn't what heroes do, Leo." you insisted, staring deep into Leo's eyes, hoping you would reach him.

In the blink of an eye, you saw his face fall, his once tense and frustrated expression replaced with drooped eyelids, frowning lips and slumped shoulders. He stared at you for what felt like an eternity, before his lips turned upwards slightly, a calm expression forced upon his face, "It's ok, Y/N. You’re confused, you’re not used to this yet. You don't understand now, but you will soon. I promise."

[ashbub]

late night visit

donatello (rottmnt) × gn!reader

contents: mild cursing! [1.3k] inspo by @bingobongocheerio

"Shit, Donnie-" A curse fumbled past your lips carelessly. The soft glare of your cellphone glosses over your scrunched-up features as your plastic toothbrush dryly hangs from your left cheek.

You propped yourself on the edge of the bathroom counter, your fuzzy-socked feet barely grazing the marble tiles as the tip of your thumb fumbled with the keypad buttons of your phone. You should be in the middle of snoring away in your bed to wake up early morning to catch the first bus to commute to school, tugging bitterly at the end of your oversized purple hoodie that you were sporting.

Instead, you were impatiently tapping away for your little reckless shit of a boyfriend to text you back as soon as he finished his mission. 

Sure, Donnie was a hell of a fighter. An even better inventor. You could attest to his skills firsthand as the first few meetings between you and Donatello were of him saving your ass from hitting the patchy New York City pavement or shielding you from the rumble along with other civilians. Still, Donatello would be a fool to assume you would go to bed without getting at least a word from him that he was alright.

And your Donnie was no fool.

You absentmindedly wandered your way to the living room with your cell phone glued to your hand, your feet sinking happily into the warmth of your wool rug. There was a medium-sized leather couch with a dark wooden end table containing your precious family photos scattered across the surface.

Some were pictures of you and your parents when you were younger, and others were notably more recent. One framed picture was a selfie of you & the turtles sneaking into the movie theater to watch some re-runs of Lou Jitsu's martial arts movies. Buttery popcorn bits were spilling all over you as the image caught you mid-laugh in the theater seat. The other captured you & April O'Neil having ice cream together at a local fare, vanilla sweetness accidentally smeared over your scrunched-up noses.

Your eyes fondly flickered to the colorfully mishappen-scented candles that Mikey had made for your home as your housewarming gift when they first visited your home.

Not exactly your home, but rather your parent's home- You noted to yourself before sinking into the comfort of the armchair. Your parents often were away on trips for work-related endeavors overseas for long durations of time. It never really bothered you too much the idea of being left at home most of the time, you welcomed it more often than not to focus on your studies with little to no distractions.

 It never struck you as a less-than-ideal situation till you briefly mentioned it to Donnie during one of his late rooftop visits before you guys officially started dating. You could almost pinpoint the exact moment when his thickly drawn eyebrows furrowed together when you spoke, his glossy bottom lip slightly upturned as he processed your words before turning to stare at the sky once more.

He never said anything about it after that night, which you assumed was the end of the conversation until the next morning when you heard the faintest tap on your window, the coffee mug you had been holding sending warmth from your fingertips. Donatello's awkward smile as he fumbled inside your bedroom with Leonardo, Raph & Mikey following closely behind, cradling a bunch of eccentric 80's posters, CDs, and random trinkets they had collected from all across New York for you. 

"We have come to decorate your humble abode with some of our most prized possessions for you, [y/n]!" The spiny soft-shelled turtle had sputtered out after the berating from his siblings, his face growing notably hotter as his brothers blew amusing sloppy kissing noises at his hint of sudden shyness in your presence. 

You approached the ledge of your window; the palm of your hand warmly cupped your cheek at the hidden smile that toyed with the ends of your pursed lips as your elbow rested lazily on the ruddy brick ledge at the recollection of the sweet memory.

Your eyes raked over the city's twinkling lights of the traffic meters and busted-up car lights. There were cars stamped brim to brim with sports team bumper stickers parked all along the streets and traffic jams on every bustling corner of New York City. The newspaper vendors sell the evening newspapers in a sugary sweet manner. They shout out the sensational news but keep the paper folded.

Your fingers hugged curtly around the two brown-and-green ceramic mugs that had been left on the ledge edge of your windowsill, breathing in the faint scent of tea that lingered on the rims of the cup.

Donnie had a habit of leaving different assortments of tea for you every afternoon by your window when you would get busier for school, a hot drink greeting you when you arrived each time you moved aside the curtains. Your soft lips pressed on the edge of the mug, taking a small sip.

 It was still warm.

Your cell phone faintly buzzed beside you before you, fumbling for the source you flipped the screen over.

'Heading back.'

His text was short yet simple. Knowing your boyfriend, he would be in the middle of racing over the rickety rooftops and buildings of New York but would still pull out his phone to shoot you a quick text in the middle of it.

Turning your back towards the window, your thumbs lightly skimmed over your phone screen to type back. The only thing that was now giving off light in the room was the bright shine of your phone, flickering faintly from the notifications that appeared.

‘I can't sleep,’

‘Who cares?’

‘Don't you care about me now?’

‘I always don't care.’

Your flushed cheek lightly nuzzled into the warm sleeve of the hoodie you had on. The smooth fabric lingered across the side of your face, and the faint scent of freshly baked pizza mingled intertwined with the musk of laundry detergent as you softly sighed.

Another text bubble appears and types for a long time then disappears.  

After a pause, a few more buzzes emerged from your phone, ‘Open up, stupid.’ The text finally read, the irritation palpable from the one line as the faint tapping noises on the glass pane grew increasingly louder. ‘It's cold out here.’

You blink at the text, looking up from your phone. 

Opening up the window latch for him, Donnie wiggled his way inside as complaints sputtered from his mouth, stumbling in an attempt to regain his balance. "One more minute out there and I would have frozen my shell out there, [y/n]. Y'know hyperthermia can happen around above 40°F?"  Donnie's dark eyebrows knit together, harboring a soft annoyance there, although it didn’t spread to the rest of his face. He was smiling satisfyingly and his dark brown eyes gleamed. 

There were faint cuts across his emerald cheeks, one, in particular, ran down his bottom lip. Donnie seemed to catch your sudden observing before raising both of his hands defensively to reassure you with the waggle of his eyebrows, "Ah! Tis but a scratch, my dearest.” The turtle mused, “Don't you worry your pretty little head-"

Breath held without thinking, the suspended air caught at the top of your throat like a minute grasped instead of recklessly spent. Before he can say anything else, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss.

You nearly missed, his lips a tad too far left and the tip of your nose bumped against his cheek. The crinkling of your smile fainted as you tilted your head so that your lips could meet firmly and happily at last, his neck burning up at your sudden peck of affection.  As he pulled back sheepishly, he kissed the bridge of your nose with a light chuckle and his eyes opened to see yours shining bright.

He halts when your fingertips bump the stretched fabric of his purple mask, laying his warm finger on the tip of your bottom lip. His head tilts the slightest bit, just enough for his spilled-ink irises to latch onto yours. "You doing okay?" Donatello whispered through half lidded gaze before your eyes flickered down to the jut of his chin. 

Lips ever-so-slightly parted, you nodded then a soft, warm exhale ending in an almost imperceptible hum into his chest.

“Just missed ya, Donnie.”

[dancingdonatello]

Can I request a Rottmnt (separate) x gn! villain reader (romantic) who has glitching powers? They can glitch through walls, hack machines, and can make attacks go through them instead of hitting them.

So, by villain, I mean that reader was manipulated into becoming a villain because of their past. And they are very emotional, so when the turtle and reader first meet, he tries to talk to them, reader gets angry and attacks the turtle.

rottmnt x gn villain reader

Raph hates fighting you. He knows you’re not really evil, that it’s just circumstance, but you won’t listen to him when he tries to talk you out of it.

He gets frustrated because of it and it only fuels your fight. He feels bad when you get emotional, because he can’t do anything to help you. You just won’t—or can’t—listen to him.

He hates your powers too. They’re too confusing for him and powerful to the point where sometimes he is forced to hurt you to be able to protect himself and his brothers.

Leo on the other hand loves to fight you. It’s confusing to fight you, kind of like Ghost Bear, but it’s fun to watch Donnie freak out when his tech malfunctions when you touch it.

He likes watching you get all mad when he doesn’t take the fight seriously. Sure, he’s heard your tragic backstory and yeah, he’s figured out that you’re being tricked and manipulated into doing all of this, but who can blame him for laughing when your face twists up at one of his jokes?

He feels bad, of course, but in his mind you are just another villain. His plan is to take you down first and then work out the details of you being tricked. He doesn’t hold back any punches.

Donnie has a love-hate relationship with you. It was frustrating to try and be nice to you only for you to attack him. It was infuriating to try and be nice to you only for you to absolutely ruin his tech behind repair.

After he gets over that part, he becomes obsessed in working together with you. His mind cannot handle the possibilities of you two combining forces. He doubles his efforts in trying to get you back to the ‘good’ side and get payback at whoever hurt you or tricked you into doing this.

He makes tech that he can afford to throw away to fight you just so he can get more opportunities to see you in action and talk to you.

Mikey really tries to befriend you. But with you constantly trying to punch him whenever he gets close makes it hard to do so.

He thinks about you all night after your first fight, trying to figure out how to convince you to join their side. Your first meeting is stuck playing in his mind on repeat.

He takes a lot of hits constantly to try and get close and he also never fights back. Every fight, he never once attacked you. His brothers have to work overtime to protect him.

this is such a cool idea anon! maybe one day you could or request someone else to write this out as a full oneshot or fic. there’s definitely potential.

[goblin-mask]

A Glimpse of How The Turtles Met Y/N

Leonardo: You kidnapped a (girl/boy/person)? That’s illegal!

Michelangelo: But Leo, what’s more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing a (girl/boy/person), or destroying our dreams and identities?

Leonardo: Kidnapping a (girl/boy/person), Mikey!!!

Donatello: Leo, listen, whatever I may think of you right now- these guys are counting on you to inspire them!

Leonardo: What, to kidnap people?!?!

Raphael *Sarcasm*: To work together.

Leonardo: TO KIDNAP PEOPLE?!?!?!?!

[tmntxthings]

YOU 🫵 *points directly at that mean y/n, you, and that anon that asked for ansgt against rottmnt Raph* how very dare you !!!!!!

(If you have time and if your asks are open (didn’t see any warnings that it was close)) can you PLEASE do something fluffy and that reader is ABSOLUTELY head of hells for raphie? I’m talking flowers, I’m talking spending hours on a claw machine to get a plushie he wants it, I’m talking admiring and tracing his features slowly with the most stupid and hopeless in love expression the turtles have ever seen, im talking speaking up for him against anyone that mistreats him, doing his fav dishes, preparing balanced meals, paintings, little love notes, lipstick marks, poems under moonlight, I want devotion!!!! I want that sweet Puppy love !!!!! EVERYTHING. 100% a simp and isn’t afraid to show it, until Raph returns their actions, then they get bashful/blushing up a storm lol

thank you and have a good day

∑一Wherever You Go・゜・。

author’s notes: ain’t no way I’m doing that whole list we’ll be here forever, BUT don’t worry I’ll make sure he feels the love nonetheless

warnings: fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, bordering on a crack fic that’s purely just to show a character love ^ twas asked of me, unedited

Song: Never Getting Rid of Me by Christopher Fitzgerald

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It was no secret that you adored Raph. And it didn’t bother you one bit that everyone, big red turtle included, knew that you had heart eyes for him.

Your love language for him couldn’t be restricted to just one kind. You exhibited all kinds of love for him. You hoped it wasn’t overwhelming. It was hard to stop yourself once you had an idea though.

One time you saw a beautiful bouquet of red roses. Instantly you had them in your hand, and a receipt in the other. They reminded you of his bandana. So bright, eye-catching! And down to the lair you went, shooting off an incoming text to Raph to give him a last-minute notice.

Earlier occasions where you hadn’t sent a text left you waiting around at a manhole cover forever. If Raph was asleep it would be hard to rouse him with just a notification. He’d need a full on blare horn. Or worst case scenario the boys weren’t even at the lair! Thankfully, most of the time they were home. Raph buzzed back with a text saying he’d be right up to open the cover for you. Sewer covers were heavy!

When the round slab of stone was lifted you offered up the bouquet to the darkness below instantly. It was quiet for a moment, before Raph emerged, cheeks tinted a darker green. “For me?” He questioned, his tone held a quality as if it was unbelievable for him to receive flowers.

But you didn’t chide him for it. In fact you only smiled warmly and nodded your confirmation. “I thought of you the moment I saw them. What do you think? Aren’t they pretty?”

His hands finally went out, accepting your gift. Holding them gingerly and away from his plastron. He seemed to not want any of the petals to snag on his sharp edges. “Raph loves ‘em” he murmured, his eyes entranced by the blossoms now that he could get a closer look.

This moment right here was picture worthy! You wished you had Donnie’s ability to just record everything, that way you could screenshot this later. Maybe put it as your screensaver. Instead you just watched, hands clasped as you waited for Raph to come out of his stupor. Which he did, and started asking you about your favorite flowers and invited you down to the lair.

~

You don’t know how they got the arcade machines down there. But it sure as hell beat going to Chuck-E-Cheese! Nothing against the place but it costs so much and all the games down at the lair are rigged to play for free! Which was awesome because you had finally decided, you weren’t leaving the claw machine until you won Raph’s dream plushie.

The poor turtle had played this game constantly ever since they mysteriously got the machine. He was able to get two plushies but they weren’t the ones he really wanted. The ultimate prize was a brown teddy bear with a little red bow tie. He was absolutely adorable. And Raph’s obsession with winning his prize was even more endearing. So when Raph texted you a picture of his defeated expression against the glass of the claw machine, you had to take matters into your own hands.

Raphie 😍❤️😚🤗🥰 - [ <image> 🥺 it’s hopeless ]

Y/n - [ omw asap, don’t worry raphie i’ll get you teddy! ❤️💪 ]

Well, easier said than done is a term of phrase for a reason. You banged your head against the glass or you tried to at least. But Raph’s calloused palm was in front of the glass before your forehead could make contact. Still you drew back to bang it against his rough skin anyway. He knew your frustrations, the claw machine was merciless. You had been at the lair for well over two hours. The first thirty minutes in had been fine. You had chatted with Raph easily, confident that eventually you would get the hang of the mechanism.

But then an hour went by. And then another. Your concentration on the game had dried up the easy conversation between you and big red. The atmosphere was intense as if the two of you were in battle together. Currently you were both defeated. His other hand patted your back, knowing exactly how you felt. “It’s okay, maybe Teddy isn’t meant to join my pile of plushies.”

You took in a deep breath. Stopping your frustrated head thumps and turned to look Raph in the eyes. “You’re right, Teddy is meant to sleep right next to you! And I’m gonna make that happen!” You harrumphed as you turned back to the evil machine. It was your enemy. It was working against you. All you wanted to do was this one thing and make Raph happy! This time for sure, you thought to yourself as you hovered the claw over to where Teddy lay amongst the other plushies.

“Like a boss!!!” You yelled as you smacked the button that lowered the claw. Both of you watched anxiously as it dropped, its metal fingers enclosing around Teddy’s brown fur, and it started to rise. But you had been here before and didn’t dare to celebrate pre-maturely before the damn stuffed animal was in Raph’s arms. The grip the machine had on the animal was shaky at best. The claw swayed from side to side as it carried the plushie over to the drop box. You were sweating bullets and could smell Raph’s anxiety stink.

But before the claw reached its final destination, the plushie tumbled out of its hold. You turned to Raph who let out a breath he had been holding. You expected to see disappointment in his eyes but it was quite the opposite. He looked happy as his snaggle-tooth dug into his lower lip. “Nice try,” his eyes crinkled shut with his smile. “Wanna go play DDR?” You sighed, letting the claw machine have the win for now. Happy to see Raph’s eyes light up with a burning passion as he raced over to his favorite spot, the left side, for DDR. “Ready to face the master??” He goaded but it was pure excitement to play one of his favorites of all time. “So ready!” You laughed, hopping up on the dance pad to get absolutely demolished because you didn’t have any rhythm. But you played regardless because when Raph was having fun so were you.

And yes, later that night you did bribe Donnie with twenty bucks to replace that damned claw with one that would actually work. So next time you were able to win Teddy and present Raph with the ultimate present. It costed you another twenty to keep Donnie’s mouth shut about ever having any involvement so you could have all the credit and look like a hero in Raph’s starry eyes. He sent you pictures of him and the stuffed animal almost every night with his goodnight message.

Raphie 😍❤️😚🤗🥰 - [ <image> Teddy says goodnight! ]

Y/n - [ gnight teddy, and goodnight raph-a-la 🤗 sweet dreams ]

~

“What did you say?!” Your voice raised as you stepped into the lair’s common room. Shelldon had just so kindly lifted the manhole cover, since no one else from the group chat was responding! You thought it weird since usually someone was on their phone *cough* Donnie *cough* but sometimes they were busy! Which you understood. Until you had seen Shelldon’s worried pixelated expression as he urged you on down the sewer system to the abandoned subway station.

That was when you heard it. Heated arguing. It was hard to listen to especially when it was Leo and Raph. You knew how much all of them loved one another, a love that even harsh words couldn’t damage. But sometimes, things were said in the heat of the moment that weren’t meant to argue a point. They were said to hurt the other person. That’s where you drew the line. That’s where you felt the need to step in, even if you weren’t family.

“Leo, if you’d just try, even a little, at accepting the role as a leader. It’s not that bad-“

“If it’s not that bad then why don’t you just take it back huh?”

“You know why. Dad said you-“

“Dad said this! Dad says that! What are you his little pet? Since when do we do whatever Dad says?!”

“Leo, c’mon,”

“Raph if you don’t wanna be the leader anymore. Then fine. But don’t push it on to me.”

“I never said that, Dad thinks-“

“For someone who’s catchphrase is ‘boss’ you really like being someone’s little bit—“

And that’s when you stepped into the room. Eyes hardened as you marched in between the two turtles. “What did you just say?!” You dared Leo to repeat. But as he studied your stance and the way you got in front of Raph, as if protecting him from Leo, the blue turtle started to duck his head into his shell. Feeling remorseful for getting so heated. He made a ‘tsk’ noise before heading off to his room. Mumbling sorries as he passed by.

You turned to Raph to check the damage. It seemed like just the two of you now. You wondered if they had started fighting because Mikey and Donnie weren’t around. Raph was rubbing the side of his head, looking drained and it tugged on your heart strings to see him that way. You knew brothers argued, sure they even fought sometimes. But it was hard to see them go at it like this.

“I know you’re not okay, so I won’t ask. But just know Leo didn’t mean any of that. I know he didn’t.”

Raph gives you a weak smile in return. Like he doesn’t believe you. But doesn’t have the heart to say it aloud. So you go to him, grabbing his hands and pulling him towards the couch. He goes without resistance. Once seated, you turn to him and he turns to you. Your hands go up and you cup his face now that he is within your reach.

“He’s scared. Just like you are. I know it’s hard to tell right now when he’s saying anything but that. But you know Leo, he’ll spew just about any nonsense to not say how he truly feels.”

The words turn over in Raph’s head as he thinks. He sighs, softening in your hold as he nods. He looks a little better now. But you don’t let him go. You trace the contours of his face. Lovingly. Letting the tension in the room ebb out until the early argument has left both of your minds completely.

“It’ll be okay. I know it will.”

You murmur. Your hands finally letting go as Raph’s breathing deepens. He fell asleep to your touch. Leaned back into the couch as his snores start up. You scoot over until your head can rest on his arm, pulling up your phone to text Leo to get his ass over here. A portal silently opens up on the other side of you and as Leo sits next to you, you pull him closer with your arm.

“Dummy.”

You chide the blue turtle as tears fall down his green cheeks. He huffs at the insult but knows you mean well. When you leave the lair that night the two brothers are tangled together in a pile that will surely be four later on, alls forgiven.

~

Raph eats just about anything. His stomach knows no limits. So you could char the meat on accident and he’d still wolf it down like it was the best meal he ever had. While that was kind of him, you wanted to really impress his palate. So on the topic of food one late night text session, you asked of his favorites. To which a long list was sent over. So you had to ask him again.

Y/n - [ Okay, that’s really cool that you have so many. But which one is your favorite among the favorites? 👀 ]

Raphie 😍❤️😚🤗🥰 - [ that’s a hard one… uhmmmmm ]

With a lot of encouragement he managed to get the favorite list down to five choices. To which you just decided to hell with it, you’ll have a feast! It took a lot of preparation. And more time than you thought you’d ever spend in your kitchen. But five meals were cooked and prepared perfectly on your round table. Now, you wished you’d told Raph of your plan sooner and hoped to the moon above that he didn’t have plans tonight.

Y/n - [ >image< hungry? C: ]

Raphie 😍❤️😚🤗🥰 [ 😱 always! headin ur way ]

Raphie 😍❤️😚🤗🥰 [ hereeeeeeee open ur windowwwww ]

And yes somehow he fit. He was good at wiggling around. He cleared each and every plate once you had tapped out after trying to keep up with him. Food comas hit the both of you soon after as he got up and claimed he would do the dishes. He was so cute as he wobbled up sleepily from the kitchen chair. Arms full of plates and platters as well as cups for not only water but various sodas/juices had been served that you knew to be Raph’s favorites as well. When he had asked what the occasion was you didn’t have any in mind.

“I just wanted to!”

You chirped. Happy to feed him. Happy to have made his day. Now he was as careful as one giant turtle could be with your plates, but to his dismay the bottom one from the pile ended up breaking due to the clatter when he placed them in the sink. He wouldn’t know it until he was practically done with cleaning, feeling so good about himself for not breaking any of the— oh there it was. The last one. In pieces.

“Raph is so so sorry! You made a nice meal only for Raph to break your plate!”

No matter how much he wished he could fuse the remains back together, he’d need glue. And you apparently didn’t have any in your apartment. He sighed to which you hushed all his worries away.

“Raphie! It’s just one plate, I’ve got more! Plenty more as you can see!”

You, who had been drying the dishes he washed. Gestured with the damp towel towards the pile of neatly stacked plates that were all dry. The force of which you whipped the towel was more than you had intended and you both watched as that perfect stack fell over, onto the counter and off on to the floor.

“Well. I may need to go buy some more.”

You admitted sheepishly. Raph didn’t know whether to be upset for you or laugh at the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

“Yeah, let’s go get some now!”

After picking up and sweeping to make sure all the shattered pieces were in the trash. That’s exactly what the two of you did. It was little things that Raph did, like worry needlessly over you accidentally cutting yourself with one of the broken plate pieces. Or him getting shy at every compliment and gift you had to offer him. His humble nature. How he readily takes on responsibilities. His love for his family. His diligence when it comes to crime fighting and working out. His carefree side. You loved it all. You told him all the things that enamored you to him. And the two of you were happiest, when you could just spend time together like this. Doing little things.

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[oleander-nin]

Hi I really enjoyed your writing and i recently got interested in Tmnt and Rottmnt due to my sister watching the shows. I wondering if you can make headcanons about Rottmnt brothers as yanderes but the brothers more in tune with their turtle instincts. Like the yandere brothers try to court their darling but them not understanding and this frustrates the brothers. Thank you taking the time to look at this and I hope you are doing okay.

A/N, not important: You're so sweet, and this ask genuinely made me feel really happy. Although, just a quick disclaimer, I kind of took creative liberty with this because '"turtle instincts" are basically mate and leave, so.... Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: not very intense yandere(imo), possessive behaviors, territorial behaviors, animal instincts, biting, forced contact, dark themes

Words: 906

Summary: ROTTMNT with more turtle-ly instincts

Tag list: @f1oricide @itsyagurlchip @lordfreg @acutiewithagun @rottmnttmnt2012 @lixnininotnay @lexiechr @ssak-i

Michelangelo:

He’s somehow ever more clingy, constantly rubbing his cheeks against yours or resting his chin on your shoulder. He likes to have you with him, hissing or snapping his beak when you try to pull away.

He’s very vocal with you, constantly chirping happily or churring as you both cuddle, or giving off a high-pitched hiss if you’re doing something he doesn’t like. He doesn’t mean to, and he finds it slightly embarrassing.

Head butts you for attention. If you’re avoiding him, or doing something by yourself, he’ll just lean against you and softly knock his head against yours to silently voice his displeasure. He doesn’t like when you’re not paying attention to him, or hanging out with him. He wants to be involved with what you’re doing, and the easiest way he’s found is to just knock heads.

Lays in your lap and just retracts into his shell when he’s tired. He’ll just push himself onto you before disappearing into his shell, completely content. He knows you won’t move him while he’s tucked away, which gives him even more of an incentive to do it.

Box turtles have a homing range, which is the only area they’ll be in their entire lives. Mikey hates having you leave what he considers his range, growing agitated every time you mention going farther than the distance that spans his ‘territory’. His range would probably be all of New York, but if you ever mention leaving the state, Mikey won’t be happy. Not that you could ever leave him anyways, but just the thought makes him feel on edge.

Donatello:

More territorial with you. You’ve more or less been integrated into his space and become what he considers ‘home’. He doesn’t like leaving you for long because you’re his space, his happy place. 

Bites you randomly, especially when you’ve annoyed him. He has a strong bite, so he tries to hold back from accidentally severely injuring you, but he can’t help chomping when you push his buttons or try to leave.

He likes to be in the water with you. There’s most likely some form of clean water, pool–esque area in the lair, so sometimes he’ll just drag you over and lay in the water with you. He’s an aquatic turtle, and the water is soothing to him. If you can’t swim, or just really don’t like to be in the water, he’ll situate you on his chest or back as he floats on the surface.

Drags you under piles of blankets and pillows to cuddle with him. Since he can’t burrow, nor truly wants to, his blanket forts are the next best thing to him. He’ll always have some premade pile of soft things somewhere, either in his room or lab. If he wants attention, or to just be near you, he’ll drag you under the pile with him and just hold on tight.

Raphael:

More territorial of you, doesn’t like you leaving his sight. He can protect you when you’re near him, but if you wander off, he’s basically helpless to help you. His worry and his need to keep you safe causes him to keep you close at all times.

Aggressive when you’re with others. Because of his more territorial nature, he hates seeing other people near you or interacting with you. He doesn’t trust anyone else, which ends up with him usually intimidating or fighting everyone you're close to into leaving you alone.

Bites you randomly as you’re laying with him. Whether he’s holding you close and suddenly chomps on your shoulder, or is just talking with you before biting at your hand, it doesn’t matter. He just has the urge to bite you, almost like he’s teething. He tries to not do it hard, especially since it’s usually your shoulder/neck, but he’s left teeth imprints before.

Like to just grab you. He’ll just wrap his arms around you in a hug, or rest his hands on your shoulders. He tries to not accidentally grip too hard, but he can’t help but hang onto you when he’s feeling lonely.

Leonardo:

Likes to touch your face and drum his fingers over your cheeks. If you pull away, he’ll get upset because it’s just one of the ways he shows his love. If you keep trying to get him to stop, it’ll only make him do it more often because he feels like you’re rejecting his love, rather than the action. Usually churrs softly as he flutters his fingers across your skin in an attempt to make you accept it.

Basks on you. If you’re laying down on the couch, he’ll lay on top of you and completely stretch out, especially if there’s some light source shining on you both from nearby. 

He likes being able to lay on you and warm up, finding you cozy as well as appreciating the fact you can’t exactly get away from him. You’re right there with him, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Nips at your fingers if they’re in front of him. Like if you’re holding his cheek, he’ll nip and kiss your palm. He never bites hard, usually only nibbling on your skin while holding you.

Very vocal, constantly churring or rumbling while with you. He doesn’t usually hiss at you unless you’re actively trying to get away from him. He’ll nuzzle his beak against your face while churring, unable to stop the habit.

[rising-shellshock]

Spider-Turtle-Kiss? (Rise!Leo X Gender-neutral Reader)

Inspired by a prompt I randomly thought of with a friend, because Leo would do something like this

(Note! This does NOT contain spoilers for the Rise of the TMNT movie, so this is safe to read for those who haven't seen it~)

Genre: Fluff with Established Relationship.

Character count: 3,440

~💙~

"Sorry, you want to what?" You snicker, looking up at the turtle who was climbing up the underside to a fire escape on one of the buildings that made up the walls of the alleyway.

"Spiderman kiss!" Leo replied simply, as he climbed on the metal like monkey bars, fully with a grin. Ah yes, the blue masked mutant ninja had a signature smugness to his grin. One you were all too familiar with seeing as he was your boyfriend.

He twisted his body around to face you with his hands holding one part of the fire escape. Then hooked his legs over the metal on both sides, and Leo was soon hanging down as he allowed his hands to let go, legs being the only thing holding on. Elegant solution? Hell no, but so far it was working well enough in his favor.

"You sure doing it that way is safe?" You were quick to point out as you stepped forward.

"Yeah sure, I've hung around like this plenty of times, babe." Leonardo joked. Even if you didn't laugh, Lee certainly laughed at his own joke. You rolled your eyes all the same, then fully tilted your head up.

He meant to look down, but then remembered he had to 'look up' to meet your face in his situation. Though he immediately leaned down as you leaned up, making you nearly smooch his forehead.

"Wait crap." Leo muttered, before leaned up with you, and kissed your nose. "How the...?" You couldn't help the giggle that came out from bubbling to your chest as you stood on your tiptoes to meet him, but his chin met your nose softly, Leo overshooting the target, and you backed up, cupping his face.

"OK." Leo cleared his throat. "This looked a LOT easier in the movies--" as he went to readjust his 'height' to meet you right, he accidentally stopped gripping the bar, and Lee effectively fell out of your grip with a yelp from him. Leo's head hit a trash bag that was by your feet, before his shell tipped his legs into hitting the wall. He lightly groaned, signalling to you he was fine.

You stifled a laugh that threatened to make fun of your boyfriend in blue, "You alright? You want help up?" Offering a hand to him, Leo shook off his sudden fall and grabbed at the help to sit him up. Dusting himself off as he stood, Leonardo couldn't help but pout.

"So much for the romantics..." He grumbled to himself as he looked off, clearly just childishly irritated, to which you gave a quick hug.

"You're such a dork. I love you so much." A smile crossed your lips, genuine and happy. Leo scanned your face, almost a little surprised at the words, like his failure surely couldn't lead to a successful kiss... Then an idea was evident to Lee as yet another mischievous grin was seen on his mug. He sighed dramatically to erase it, however.

"You know, my head still hurts, honey~" Leo leaned down, bottom lips sticking out as he looked up to you with puppy eyes, clasping his hands together as you crossed your arms in return. "Could you pleeeeeease kiss it all better~?"

All you could do was roll your eyes at the obviously fake display he was putting on. But you're used to playing along with the dramatic whims of Leonardo. So you sigh with your head shaking, before you cup his face in your hands once more, and smooch the top of his head, much to the turtle's delight.

He fully leans into your chest with a hug and you can see a grin from Lee. Again. You sigh as one hand almost subconsciously pet at his shell, the other wrapping around his waist to hug him back.

"Happy now?"

"Yes. Very~"

[travlersjoy444]

I love the incorrect quotes for Ralph and Don! Could you do Leo please? Thank you! \(^-^ )

Sure, sorry it took a bit lol

***

Leo: I can't take this anymore, someone needs to take me out!

(Y/N): In a dating type of way, or an assassination type of way?

Leo: I don't know, surprise me!

***

(Y/N): This date is boring!

Leo: This isn't a date. I said I was going on patrol.

(Y/N): Then why did you invite me?

Leo: I didn't, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Leo I'll do whatever I want!

***

(Y/N): Is something burning?

Leo, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

(Y/N): Leo, the toaster is literally on fire.

***

(Y/N): Are we fighting or flirting?

Leo: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

(Y/N): Your point?

***

Leo: *eating a cinnamon roll*

(Y/N): Cannibalism.

Leo: *confused chewing noises*

***

Leo: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!

(Y/N): How can you still say that?

Leo: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

***

(Y/N): *makes Leo a cup of tea but puts salt in it*

Leo: *sips tea*

(Y/N):

Leo: *finishes tea*

(Y/N): Didn't it taste bad?

Leo: Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all.

(Y/N), tearing up: Oh, okay.

***

(Y/N): When I get murdered, can you make sure I become an unsolved case?

Leo: wHat?

(Y/N): I want to be on Buzzfeed Unsolved.

Leo: Can we go back to the part when you said "when I get murdered"?

***

(Y/N): Leo just said "I have an appetite for destruction" and then they reached down and untied my shoe.

***

Leo: There’s no “I” in team, but there is one in pizza.

(Y/N): So, you’re not going to share?

Leo: I’m not going to share.

***

Donnie: Why are your tongues purple?

(Y/N): We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Leo: I had a red one.

Donnie: oh.

Donnie:

Donnie: OH.

Mikey:

Mikey: You drank each other's slushies?

***

Leo: I love you.

(Y/N): I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.

*Leo and (Y/N) kiss passionately*

Mikey, to Raph: You owe me 20 dollars.

***

Mikey: H-how do you ask someone out?

Leo: Well, first-

(Y/N): Don't ask them, they asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot.

Mikey: ...And you said yes?

***

*playing twister*

Raph: Right hand red.

(Y/N): *ends up on top of Leo*

Leo: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Raph: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

***

*(Y/N) is telling a story*

Leo: Wow, (Y/N), this story has everything! Action! Adventure! Romance!

Mikey: Romance?

Leo: I have a crush on them.

***

Mikey: Guys, my friend here is bilingual.

(Y/N): Yes.

Mikey: Which means they like both boys and girls.

(Y/N): Ye- wait, what-

Leo: Mikey, that's not what bilingual means-

Mikey: Shhh, it's okay (Y/N). I still love you, man.

(Y/N) & Leo: ...

Mikey: bUT NOT LIKE THAT-

***

Donnie: I know you love them.

Leo: I am not in love with (Y/N)!

Donnie, staring at Leo: I never said who...

Leo: *realizes*

Leo: Shit. Well, anyways-

***

Raph: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Leo's birthday invitations.

(Y/N): Well, what are they supposed to say?

Raph: "Leo's birthday".

(Y/N): So, what do they say instead?

Raph: "Leo’s bi".

(Y/N):

(Y/N): Works out either way.

***

*Leo teaching Mikey to drive and taking (Y/N) along for the ride*

Leo: That's a pothole. To the left!

Mikey: Take it back now y'all *Drives into pothole*

(Y/N), sticking their face into the front over the center console: Cha Cha real smooth.

Mikey: I don't think that's how the song goes.

Leo, crying and gripping the handle: Please just take me home.

Mikey: Country Roads.

(Y/N): To the place.

Mikey and (Y/N) in unison: I Belong!

Leo, crying harder: What the fuck?

***

(Y/N): You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like "huh.."

Leo: I saw you.

(Y/N): Honestly that's so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Casey in a turkey costume.

***

Mikey: What’s it like being tall?

Mikey: Is it nice?

Mikey: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

(Y/N): We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.

Leo: That was one time!

***

(Y/N): It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.

Leo, blushing: Okay.

Raph: It's fucking summer.

***

Leo: Hi.

Mikey: Hey, did you do what I said? Did you tell them?

Leo: I did.

Mikey: And what did they say?

Leo: “Thank you.”

Mikey: You’re totally welcome. What’d they say?

Leo: They said, “Thank you.” I said “I love you” and (Y/N) said, “Thank you.”

***

Leo: This is bothering me.

(Y/N): Well, you are digging up a corpse.

Leo: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually.

***

(Y/N): Please, I'm begging you to go to a doctor.

Leo: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

***

Leo, addressing the squad: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box.

(Y/N): But – that’s just a trash can?

Leo: It sure is!

***

(Y/N): I learned some very valuable lessons from this.

Leo: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away.

(Y/N): Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.

***

Leo: This is such a bad idea.

(Y/N): Then why are you coming along?

Leo: One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

***

Leo: The stars are so beautiful...

(Y/N): They're just giant balls of gas.

Leo: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-

(Y/N): And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.

Leo: Oh…

***

(Y/N): I love you.

Leo, not paying attention: What was that?

(Y/N): I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

***

Leo: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

(Y/N): Peonies, why?

Leo:

(Y/N): Were you going to get me flowers?

Leo:

(Y/N):

Leo: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

[myunluckyjourney]

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

Cas saw this one and knew they had to do it! I have AT LEAST half of this stuff!

If you’re personally going through this, I’m so sorry. I know that it’s rough but you’ll get through this, alright? I, for the longest time, didn’t feel like I had any point in living, but I’m finally getting better now, so… Yeah. Sorry about the little rant! Hope you enjoy AND get better!

-Mod Cas

Raph

Alright, so he has a bit of all of the above too?

From being the eldest child that practically raised his brothers alone

But he feels like he HAS to get out of bed in the morning. To help his brothers, you know?

That’s the biggest difference between you two

He is one of the most supportive people you have ever met

Also, personal headcanon time!

I hc him as plus-sized too, he’s just a bit more muscle-y than you though

If you feel insecure about your weight, he kinda relates?

He oftentimes thinks that he’s too big too 🙁

Which is not true

Raph could crush me and I’d thank him afterwards

(Little note: As long as you’re not damaging your health too much, you’re good in my books. It’s also kinda cute to have a little chub in my opinion. I only just got to being average weight a little bit ago, as in I was underweight for most of my life, and dear god, it SUCKS because you feel weak ALL OF THE TIME and it feels like your bones will break under pressure easier. Uh… what I’m saying is, I’d rather be chubbier than thinner. Sorry for the rant)

HE WILL REMIND YOU TO EAT

It’s kinda annoying but also kinda sweet?

He already has to remind Donnie to eat, so he’s used to it

“Hey, SO? Have you eaten anything today?” “... No.”

“... Let’s change that. Come on, I’ll make you some food.”

He wants to squish you so bad but he’s too shy to ask

Please let him squish you once

Leo

ONCE AGAIN, SAME

But less same

He also forgets to eat but it’s more or less purposeful

He has… a complicated relationship with food. On one hand, he likes the taste usually but on the other hand he hates eating

Anxiety? Check

Depression? Double check

PTSD? Possibly check depending on if the Rise Movie has happened yet

He has days where he has trouble getting out of bed too

In fact, it’s not unheard of for him to just… not appear for a day or so

Or at least, only appear for food and drinks… on good days

His brothers don’t entirely know what’s going on with him still

But, not gonna lie, no matter if it’s strictly platonic or not, he is getting out of bed more for you

He feels like you at least deserve his attempts at helping you

And that kinda helps him

Other days, he just lays in bed with you

HE LOVES THAT YOU’RE CHUBBY THOUGH

If you’re okay with it, he likes to squish and poke you

ESPECIALLY YOUR SIDES

He doesn’t have the little chub on his tummy or at least he can’t touch it

Because shell

So he wants to touch yours as much as possible

It just feels so cute!

So it’s lead to moments like-

*stare*

“Leo? You okay?”

*he’s all quiet which is incredibly unnatural for him and he wordlessly squishes your tum*

“... O-Okay?”

THAT’S LITERALLY HOW IT HAPPENED THE FIRST TIME

HE HAD NO IDEA ABOUT HUMAN’S SIDES BEING SO SQUISHY

Cannot cook to save his life so he’ll force the only two brothers that can (Raph and Mikey) to do it for him

Donnie

… I think you get where this is going

All of them have anxiety, depression, and PTSD!

Have you seen my boys?!

LOOK AT THEM!

The only reason he doesn’t have trouble with getting out of bed is because he HAS to be doing something constantly

If he doesn’t, his brain will explode

He forgets to eat a lot as well?

Overall, the worst turtle with his eating habits

Will forget to eat for literal DAYS

In fact, he HAS collapsed (and possibly passed out) because of it

He has HELLA food aversions

Like the textures are just… ugh

Sometimes eating will make him feel REALLY nauseous

He has to be in the mood to eat in order to eat

Yeah, eating disorder Donnie

It’s because he’s autistic and has sensory issues, your honor!

Another person that loves your squish ability–it becomes a stim kinda for him

It’s just relaxing to gently squish you!

He is a lot softer with you than he is with anyone else

But he tries to hide it

Gotta keep up that “emotionally unavailable bad boy” image

You are the only person he is usually willing to touch

There are days that he CANNOT do it though

But it is so much more noticeable that he favors you

At least to Mikey… and maybe Leo

Only has a very select few comfort foods

Mikey

Overall, the most supportive one to be with (which is surprising to no one)

He struggles a lot more with depression than he’d be willing to admit

You know what? All of them would like to gently squish you!

He feels like he has to get out of bed in the morning; not only because of his brothers but also because he cannot sit still for very long

He WILL cook you amazing food and you will eat it!

He has a schedule for your eating so that you get more into the habit of eating

He also gets you out of bed in the morning and is much more successful about it than his brothers

He is SO soft with you

Like, relationship goals

He loves you so much

And he loves your body too, no matter what shape it comes in <3

You could be a worm and he’d love you <3

He is practically your therapist

And he’s good at it? Like really good at it?

And unlike with his brothers, he does start to communicate his inner feelings better? Like, you wouldn’t think that he would hide his feelings so much considering how open he seems but…

Once again, he loves you so so much

[bathomet-writes]

ba-dum-tss

summary: You and Leo had a lot of secrets, feelings and thoughts kept to yourselves. When Leo crashes your band's performance, it's about time for the both of you to face the music.

relationship: Leo x F!reader

warnings: romantic, fluff, humor, mutual pining, almost kissing, sfw

word count: 5,477

author's note: here’s @/el-chiste’s request!! this one a lot of fun to write! (songlist if u wanna listen along: abacab, one of these nights, superstar)

“Hey, what are those?” 

Leo’s hand reaches over your shoulder to fiddle with the drum sticks you were practicing with. 

“Ehh, y’know. Chopsticks from lunch.” You lie.

Leo’s eye ridge raised in suspicion. Your placating chuckle did nothing to help your case. Quickly, you stow them back in your backpack. 

After a moment, Leo shrugs.

“Oh, like to play fake-drums with and stuff? I get it,” He smiled. 

With a small pat on the head, Leo turned to leave the living room. You were both the only ones in the lair at the moment, a very strange occurrence. But everybody else was out doing their own thing, meeting up with other friends and the like. 

It was weird being alone with Leo, even though you two were practically each other's best friends. Well, you thought you were. Leo had many friends (acquaintances, frenemies, same thing) and you could count with only a couple of fingers the number of friends you had. Outside of the turtles of course, they were in their own league. 

You didn’t know where exactly you stood in his circle. It certainly didn’t feel like you were his BBF, he knew far too many more interesting people for that. You didn’t have any matching friendship bracelets or that many photos together that didn’t include his brothers. You didn’t need all those sentimental things, but…sometimes you wonder about how Leo felt about you. 

You had secrets, what self-respecting person didn’t? But there were just some things you couldn’t tell anyone about, not even Leo. 

Did he have secrets? Would he tell them to you, tell you things meant only for you? 

“Yeah, right.” You blush, shaking your head to yourself. What a dumb thought. 

As you finish getting all your stuff together, you become a little more aware of the time. It was nearly 7 PM, and you needed to head out. Tonight was also a busy night for you. 

You thought about asking Leo to come with you. Well, not like, with you with you. Just to come to the same place you just happened to be at! When you casually tried to ask about his plans, he was pretty cagey.

“Nah, I got a bunch of stuff to do tonight! Planning, strategizing, all that junk. I don’t wanna bore you with the details.”

He waves you off with an awkward smile plastered on his face. The one he always pulled when you knew he was lying. Despite being the ‘face man’ he didn’t really know how to use it to his advantage. 

“Fair enough. See ya, I guess.” You call out to him as you walk away.

“Yup, I will see you.” 

His tone makes you falter for a moment. It was tinged with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You turn back around, and he stammers trying to recover. 

“Later! I will see you later. Not too much later though!” He shoots finger guns at you, his brow starting to glisten with sweat. “Because that’s how friendship works.”

Your steely frown drops seeing him so spectacularly fail at being smooth. With a throaty laugh, you finally leave. 

“If you insist!”

You hear his own raucous laughter echo against the old walls of the subway tunnels as you make your way back up to the surface. You can’t help the small smile that lingers listening to his voice, even from so far away. That guy was such an anomaly to you, and he really shouldn’t be. 

Leo was…Leo. And you were you. Two people who have a lot of shared history and hung out a lot. You were pals, amigos, thick as thieves. It was simple, and you could leave all your complicated emotional baggage out of it. Whenever you saw his face, those red crescent moons that you secretly really liked, your pesky lovey-dovey thoughts went away. The thoughts about whether or not you actually liked Leo as anything other than a friend. 

You reach into your bag and feel around for your face mask. There, it was hidden away in the side pocket. You exhale a shaky breath and sling your back over your shoulder.

“Almost forgot it last time,” you chuckle. 

There were just some things Leo couldn’t know about. You’re true thoughts and feelings about him, that went without saying. But there was one other tiny thing nobody else knew about. 

You throw open the doors to the dive bar, making your way to the back. It wasn’t too packed yet, but it would be. Hopefully. 

“Yo!” Your lead guitarist salutes you, tuning their instrument whilst helping the others get set up. 

“We’re gonna do a quick sound check. Help me with these fuckin’ wires…”

You toss your bag down next to your drum set and help your keyboardist untangle herself from all amp cords. She gives you a thankful tongue-blep when you untie the last one. 

“Thanks boss.”

“Anytime,” you smile. “And where’s Gavin? I told him to be here early.”

“Maybe he left his bass at his mom’s house again.” 

The three of you cackle to yourselves. Your bassist was always a little late anyway. Checking the time, you notice that it’s nearly curtain. 

“Let’s just soundcheck anyway, drum up a crowd?”

You pull out your sticks and do a little twirl with them to punctuate your clever pun. Maybe you and Leo had a lot more in common than you’d care to admit. 

“Ugh, not the drum puns.”

“Yes, the drum puns. I’m on a roll.”

You do a quick drumroll for good measure. The others playfully flip you off and shout obscenities. You relent and drop the jokes for now, pulling your mask from your backpack.

Your band went back and forth on what kind of face coverings you should all wear. For the sake of anonymity of course, but also because so many other cool bands had their members wear masks. You tried those cheap, plastic halloween masks, which just made you all look incredibly creepy. There were those light-up Daft Punk helmets. They looked cooler, but they made it too hard to see and your playing suffered for it. 

Eventually you all settled on choosing your own masks, with no regard to coolness or thematic cohesion. Once you secure your medical mask on your face, the others follow suit. You look up and see a gas mask and a surprisingly elaborate fursuit head, complete with LED eyes that wink at you.

“I know I literally said ‘do your own thing’ but this is a little much, even for me. What kind of cover band are we supposed to be?”

Gas Mask adjusts the strap of their guitar with a huff. “I look like a badass, I don’t know about you guys…”

“Hey! Do you know how much this wolf head cost me?” Her cutesy eyes go angry as she switches on her keyboard. “Just you wait, the crowd’s gonna love this.”

Over at the bar, you see the manager who booked you give you a hand signal indicating that it was almost time to start. You nod, lifting your drumsticks above your head.

“Whatever, at least we’ll sound good.”

With a loud gap, you hit them together. “A-one, a-two, and a half—!”

—

“Phew, that could have gone better.” Leo wipes his brow as you finally walk out of earshot. He almost let it slip.

Quietly, he pulls out the folded-up flier he snatched from your backpack promoting your band’s performance tonight. Leo was absolutely ecstatic when he managed to confirm his suspicions. 

“You little devil, you! What kind of double life are you leading?”

Leo had an inkling you’d been hiding something from him for a while. You were a terrible liar, and even worse at hiding the evidence. Didn’t you know he would sneak through your belongings when you weren’t in the room? It really was more your fault than his. 

He didn’t really know what it was you were keeping secret from him, but being the lead singer and drummer for a cover band was not the first on his list. 

The drumsticks? C’mon, you were better than that, right? And he’s definitely heard you sing to yourself when you thought nobody was around. And you sang really well! Why wouldn’t you want to brag about the fact that you were in a band?

Not to brag to himself, but Leo almost thought you were harboring some kind of crush, with how weirdly closed-off you’ve been acting around him lately. 

With a scoff, Leo tosses his mask tails off of his shoulder. “Of course not. Don’t be weird, Leon.”

You were his best friend. His pal, his amigo! He wouldn’t even dream of assuming you had feelings for him. He perished the thought as he readied his human disguise. It was just a bomber jacket and some nice pants, but he felt like he was going undercover anyway. He wouldn’t miss your show for the world.

“I wonder what else I don’t know about…? I wouldn’t lie to someone’s face like that.”

Leo didn’t lie, he just…changed the truth. Yeah, that’s it. 

“I’ll just pop in, have some drinks, maybe pick up someone cute at the bar, and I’ll meander over to the back and listen to a few songs. It’s a public event, anybody could waltz right in!”

Leo looked himself over in the mirror with a smug grin before giving the final touches. A dash of cologne behind the ears. Earholes? Turtle anatomy was weird. 

“You got this!” He flashes a winning smile at himself before turning on his heel. 

After a brisk walk up to the surface, Leo zeroed in on the map on his phone. Was this really the place? He looks back on the flier to confirm the address.

“Yup, right here…”

He glances up at the sign and neon lights of the bar. It looked like one of those small, hole-in-the-wall joints that was hidden away from most onlookers. Only well-informed locals and aficionados would know where to find this place. Leo was pleasantly surprised that he managed to find it, but it was practically right next to the lair. Go figure.

Leo looked around curiously. Shouldn’t there usually be bouncers at the door? Or a line of people at least? The place was kind of a ghost town at the moment. 

“The night’s still young.” He shrugs. 

He did a deep inhale and exhale. There were probably a bunch of people inside, plenty of cover for him to go unnoticed.

Walking in, Leo took a second to survey the area. It was a relatively small establishment, but it looked even bigger due to the lack of patrons. A couple of regulars at the bar, some older folks sitting at the various booths and tables. And at the back was the main attraction. 

Leo stared at the small stage set up near the back of the room, next to the bathroom of all places. He didn’t even bother to go up and order a drink, simply planting himself at a table. It was far enough away from the stage but close enough for him to get a good look at you. 

You sat at the large drum kit grooving along to the intro of your first song. Leo didn’t really recognize it at first. He hoped nobody was looking at him Shazam-ing the music. Quietly, he makes a new playlist on his phone for him to study later. Currently, you were playing Genesis’ “Abacab.”

Slowly, Leo begins to bob his head along with the beat. Looking around the room, nobody else seemed to be enthusiastic, occasionally offering a polite clap or two when you finished up a song. He almost gasps, feeling offended on your behalf. 

“Jeez, does anyone in this place have a pulse?” He smirks, taking a look at the menu. 

Thankfully, this place had a fancy mobile-order setup that allowed Leo to simply place his order online. A plate of nachos did sound pretty good to him right now. 

He puts the menu back to set his attention back on you and your band. Strangely, there were only three of you. He could have sworn there was a fourth member?

Suddenly, someone bumps Leo’s chair. A frazzled-looking human dude nearly trips, clutching onto an instrument case for dear life. 

“HOLY–”

With lightning-fast reflexes, Leo shoots his hand out and grabs him just before he could land on the floor and crush whatever he was holding. 

“Woah-ho,” Leo chuckles. “Let me help you with that.”

He lifts the poor guy up and helps dust him off a bit. He was a little scraggly, but he bounced on his heels when he saw who had just helped him up. 

“Thanks, I almost destroyed my bass. My mom woulda killed me! Wait–”

He takes a step back and eyes Leo up and down. Preparing for the inevitable scream of surprise, Leo’s shoulders tense up. It wasn’t really a regular occurrence anymore, but he just came to involuntarily pull away whenever humans gave him a once over like that. 

“You’re–!” The bassist gasps. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” 

“You’re one of those turtles that beat the Kraang, right? You gotta be shitting me,” He laughs, moving around Leo. 

Oh. That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. It was a little awkward being ogled, but he just couldn’t resist appeasing a fan. 

“You have a keen eye. But I’m not here to sign autographs, no. Just enjoying the band.” Leo gestures over to the back. 

“Oh…my god. You’re here to listen to us? You– Ahh!” The bassist goes absolutely giddy, pulling at Leo’s arm. 

“You gotta come meet the guys! I mean, after the whole–”

Once the band wraps up “Abacab,” Leo watches as you and your friends hit the last notes. It’s met with some scattered applause across the room, a pitiful sound. 

“Speaking of which, I should probably get up there! But stick around, the band would love to meet you. If that’s not too much trouble?”

“Oh, uh…sure! No problem.”

Leo gives the bassist a warm smile before sitting back down. He was just close enough to the lights from the stage that he worries you might be able to see him. To his relief, you pass him over completely. 

“Gavin, get your ass up here this minute!” You shout. “We had to play a bass-less song, and you know how I feel about Phil Collins.”

Leo chuckles watching you go back and forth with your bandmates, playfully arguing and getting Gavin plugged in. After a minute or two of squabbling, you get back into a more professional stance. You stand up and adjust the cymbals before addressing the meager crowd. 

“Thank you, thank you. Here’s one of our favorites. Hope you enjoy.”

The sharp feedback from the mic screeches, getting everyone’s attention. Leo notices your slightly annoyed expression, even beneath the fabric of your mask. He knew you were this close to throwing a drumstick or something. It felt a little voyeuristic looking at you out in the wild like this, but it was fascinating to him. He gives you some enthusiastic claps to try and rile up the room. 

“Yeah! Woo-hoo!” He shouts. 

“This guy!” The guitarist points blindly into the crowd. 

The low lighting in the bar and the stage lights made it almost impossible to make out faces in the audience, but the band was still able to hear well enough. Good thing too, Leo almost wanted to get a front row seat for the next song. 

Gavin’s hands slide up the neck of the bass as he plays the intro to “One of These Nights” by the Eagles. Leo makes sure to add it to his playlist later. But now, his attention was focused squarely on you. With bated breath, Leo mirrors your almost stiff posture as the intro plays.

Then your mouth opens. Leo’s eyes go wide, filled to the brim with stars. 

“One of these nights

One of these crazy old nights

We're gonna find out, pretty mama

What turns on your lights.”

Your voice was good, Leo knew that much. But he had no idea how much power you held. Your melodic crooning was enough to hypnotize him. It was of a slightly lower register than he was expecting, but maybe it was because this was you actually performing before a crowd and not within the privacy of your shower.

Not that he listened to you in the shower! It was only the one time, and he was looking for a towel. Leo quickly pushed away the memory to listen to the lyrics. 

“The full moon is calling, the fever is high

And the wicked wind whispers and moans

You got your demons and you got desires

Well, I got a few of my own.”

It wasn’t like you knew Leo was in the room, or that you were singing to someone in particular. Your cadence and roll of your head made you seem even more alluring. Like you secretly knew someone was watching you just beyond your field of vision. 

Your band members jump in with the chorus, harmonizing with you. You all fit together musically, even with your voices, in a way that only comes from playing together so much. Your sound felt so natural, so lived-in. Leo found it breathtaking. 

“Ooh, someone to be kind to

In between the dark and the light

Ooh, coming right behind you

Swear I'm gonna find you one of these nights.”

Oh, he had to find these eagle guys and shake them by the hand. This shit was immaculate, it was pure poetry! After you all finish, Leo practically scrapes his chair sitting up. With thunderous applause, he whoops and whistles your praises. 

“Yeah! That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” He purses his lips and lets out a loud whistle. 

You blink and look out into the crowd. Whoever that was sure was enjoy ing your music, so you motion to your band to give them a little bow. It feels a bit silly, but the rest of the patrons start to join in and give you all even more applause. 

It was actually quite humbling. You’ve never had big turnouts for your shows and even less enthusiasm, so you’re thankful to whoever started the clapping. 

His voice was somewhat familiar. Probably just the nerves getting to you though. Now you actually had an audience. You grab at the microphone after you get a quick drink from your water bottle. 

“Thank you all! Yeah!”

You falter, wanting to go on. You didn’t really like to vamp too much. Not that you had stage-fright anymore, it was just awkward talking to a room of only 10 or so people. But for some reason it didn’t feel so weird. The room felt more supportive, almost eager to hear what you had to say. 

“We’re going to switch over to our last song for a second, so I’ll just–” You tug the mic off of the stand and get up to walk to the front of the stage. “I’ll fill the time.”

You cover your eyes to shield yourself from the light, looking out into the crowd. It’s been a while since you’ve checked but it looks like there were more bodies in here than before. There were double– no, triple the people?

“Wow, look at all you out there. I don’t usually do these kinds of things, but I just wanted to get a quick look. It gets lonely at the drums back there.”

Scanning the room, you watch as people continue to shuffle in and fill the empty chairs. You tug at your mask, all of the sudden feeling a little nervous. 

“I, uh…I guess I just wanted to say that this’ll be our last one. Karen Carpenter is sort of my inspiration for wanting to play drums. And to sing. And to form a band, I guess.” You look back at your bandmates and chuckle along with them. They each give you a nod to tell you that they’re ready, so you had better wrap it up. 

“Anyway, here’s ‘Wonderwall.’” You spin around before looking back at the audience, hearing a few laughs. “Just kidding, could you imagine?”

The crowd dies down as you make your way to the drums again. You place the mic back into the stand and take one last breath to steady yourself. 

For a moment, you consider just starting the song like normal. But you feel a little more emboldened. 

“This is for that one guy I know who I kinda like-like so don’t tell him,” You whisper, half-jokingly. 

Like clockwork, your sticks hit the drums and your feet move the pedals. Like you’ve done so many times before. The pre-recorded backing instrumental kicks in from the laptop you all hooked into the speakers earlier, offering a much more rich sound. Only the best for the Carpenters’ version of “Superstar.”

For the next four minutes or so, you pour your entire soul into your mouth and hands. It’s somewhat of a muscle memory at this point, but you make sure to consciously lace your voice with a little more elegance and beauty. You really wanted to sell the song, the lyrics resonated with you in a way you couldn’t deny. It was for Leo, how you felt about Leo. Sure, the words sort of clearly spell out how much the singer loves someone, and the song was a little more saccharine for your taste. 

It felt cheesy to admit, but that’s how you felt about him. Against your better judgment. You loved him, you really did. 

Down in the audience, Leo felt his chest seize up with emotion. He was fully invested in every lyric, every subtle lilt in your voice. You weren’t a half-bad drummer either, moving so fluidly between the snare and the cymbals. Eventually, all the sounds of the room fell away as Leo stared shamelessly at you. 

All that unspoken awkwardness was laid bare for him to see. It was a bittersweet mix of intimacy and inherent loneliness that came from a person hiding their true feelings away for so long. Leo, unfortunately, knew it all too well. Better than you’d ever know. 

Leo heard it every time the song switched between the melancholic minor-key verses and the happier major-key chorus. It was just like how he felt about you. He drifted between the triumphant, familiar memories you two shared, to the ones that weren’t so pleasant. It was just how life was, he supposed. Good and bad, light and dark. Suddenly music made so much more sense to him hearing it from you. It really was the language anyone could understand, it said things too hard for people to say normally. 

And if that’s the way you needed to express yourself, Leo was behind you all the way. He could feel a tear begin to form in the corner of his eye, but it never fell. His eyes just glistened in a profoundly manly way that others were surely jealous of. Before he knew it, the song was over and the larger crowd stood up from their seats to applaud you. 

Leo just sat there, stewing in his own conflicted emotions. You deserved all the applause and the accolades and then some, but right now he couldn’t move. His limbs felt numb, mindlessly munching on the nachos the waitress set down a couple of minutes ago. They didn’t taste like anything, and his hearing was starting to go as well. His senses dulled looking at how happy you were up there. 

You walk up and stand next to your band members and give one final big bow, like the end of a play. All you needed was someone to toss a flower or a pair of panties up at you. Leo had neither, so he’d just have to congratulate you some other way. 

“Guys? Did we just kill that show?” You pull the others into a side hug, beaming at all of them. 

“Fuck yeah, we did!” The wolf head gives you a happy pixelated smile. 

“We slayed!” Your guitarist pulls off their gas mask to reveal their flushed face, grinning ear to ear. 

“I can’t believe it!” Gavin yells, leaning into your hug. “And you’re never gonna guess who was in the audience.”

Still riding off the residual adrenaline, you chuckle into his shoulder. “Some fancy talent scout or something? That’s why you were late I bet.”

“Nope! It was one of those turtle dudes, the blue one. He said he’d meet with us after the–”

With a swift hand, you cover Gavin’s mouth and drag him over to your drum kit. Maybe it wouldn’t look like you were trying to throttle him as the rest of you packed up your instruments. 

Through gritted teeth, you stare daggers into his eyes. “Don’t pull my chain.”

Gavin shakes his head, completely oblivious to your internal plight. “He’s at that table over there. See?”

He points over to the bar, the lights having since changed to give you a better look at the whole room. You strain your eyes to search around for any suspiciously green-looking individuals. Leo was nowhere in sight, making you somehow even more worried. 

“Huh? I guess he had to go do hero work or something. Damn,” he sighs, moving to unplug his bass. “That’s too bad, I bet you would have liked him.”

Gavin looks back at you after finding his guitar case. Only, you weren’t there. You had disappeared. 

“What the…?”

–

You didn’t even bother disassembling your drum kit. Your bandmates/groupies would just have to handle that. All you were concerned with right now was finding Leo. You tore ass through the bar, looking around desperately for him. Considering the place was a lot more crowded now, it was a struggle just to move around. Like a maniac, you quickly make your way to the doors. The crisp night air was sobering, and your head was on a swivel. 

“Leo!” You cup your hands together. “Leonardo!” 

You never used any of the turtles’ full names unless you were in serious trouble. You rip off your face mask and toss it on the ground. 

“Leo?” You pant, searching for the nearest subway entrance. Maybe he went back to the lair? What was he doing at the bar anyway? Was he there to make fun of you, poke fun at the fact that you liked to sing about your mushy feelings and junk? Your cheeks go bright red thinking of all the teasing you would most surely receive now. 

You cut a corner and sprint back to the lair. You couldn’t rest until you knew for sure Leo was still in his room strategizing like he said he would tonight. He was a sneaky son of a bitch though, and you knew in your gut that he probably found you out. Your eyes prickle with tears just thinking about it. 

Before you can get too emotional, you feel someone tug at your collar and pull you into the alleyway to your left. 

“OOF–!”

Your back slams into the brick wall behind you. A hand immediately covers your mouth, muffling your screams. 

“Hey, it’s okay! It’s just me.” Leo shushes you, still holding the top of your shirt and your mouth.

Your eyebrows lower threateningly. He had better let go of you soon, because you had some things to say. 

“Mmmph–!” You struggle against his hands, your cheeks growing hotter. “Leo–!”

“I know,” He sighs, pressing his hand even firmer against you. “I know, okay?”

You stop and look into his eyes. Your gaze is unfaltering, and it catches Leo a bit off guard too. You gulp and wait for him to continue. 

“Okay, I’m just going to get it all out. I’m sorry for lying to you, I’m sorry for sneaking into your show without you knowing, but you know what? I’m not sorry!”

Leo smirks, eyes wandering away from yours. “I’m not, and you wanna know why?”

You shake your head a bit. You really would like to know why he wasn’t sorry for listening to the most embarrassing display of affection you think that’s ever existed. 

“Because you’re amazing. I mean it, you’re like…the best singer I’ve ever seen. I haven’t seen a lot, but still!”

After a moment of staring into his face, you feel your chest begin to tighten. Mostly from the lack of oxygen, but also from the warm emotions bubbling up. You gasp and claw at Leo’s hands before he finally lets you go. 

You cough and wheeze, clutching at your chest. It’s mostly exaggerated, but you smile to yourself watching Leo try and console you. 

“Sorry! Sorry, I forgot.” He chuckles. 

“Keep going,” you sputter. “Because I know you have more to say.”

Leo smirks at you before putting his hands on your shoulders. He knew he was a bit of a chatterbox, but he did have more to say, coincidentally. He just didn’t know how to say it. 

“I just…I’m finding it hard to–”

He swallows dryly, collecting his thoughts.

“You’re usually so verbose, I can barely get you to shut up.” You huff, batting at his hands. 

His eyes narrow. “Just give me a second, okay? I don’t wanna mess this up.”

You suddenly stop. You wish you could look him in the eye, but you found yourself strangely bashful. Leo knew when to be silly and when to be serious. Sometimes it was a little jarring hearing his voice get so low and quiet. What exactly was he afraid of messing up?

After a couple of seconds of silence, you will yourself to meet his gaze. “It’s okay.”

You hope he hears your subtle insinuation. It was you giving him the permission he was looking for after all. Leo looks back up and bites his lower lip a bit. 

“I don’t know how to say it…” He admits, a blush coloring his cheeks. 

Immediately, you understand what he means. There were just some things too powerful for words, even too powerful for one conversation to encompass. You felt a new kind of connection blooming between you two. 

“You don’t have to say anything, if you don’t want to.” You shrug, a smile tugging at your lips. 

Without thinking, you inch a little bit closer to his face, your breaths colliding with one another. Getting a closer look at him, you’re reminded of just how hot Leo was. You didn’t know if you had the courage to say it yet, but your cheeks flush a deeper shade just looking at him. 

Leo’s eyes sparkle again, looking down at you. Normally, this would be the moment the two leads would lock lips, confirming their unspoken love for one another. But those two weren’t you, he just didn’t feel like he deserved to steal a kiss. It was such an intimate moment, and it should be between two people who loved one another. 

But, Leo did love you. And according to your songs, you apparently loved him too. So what was the problem?

Before you let yourself get too close, you pull away and look back up into his eyes. There was still some lingering hesitation there and you didn’t want to overstep. Maybe now wasn’t the best time to smooch. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to–” You whisper. 

“No, it’s fine. I wanted to…”

Leo’s eyes go wide with the sudden realization that he also wanted to kiss you just now. You two stare at one another before breaking out into a light chuckle. Before long, the chuckles devolve into full-on laughter. Then cackling. Leo grabs ahold of your shoulders even tighter and you fall back against the wall. 

“This was–” You wheeze. 

“Fun. I had a fun time. I want to see all your shows now.”

You catch your breath and leaf your fingers through your hair. “I mean, we’re not that good. Maybe you just got caught up in the moment.”

Leo’s mouth lifts back up into a warm smile, his face markings crinkling. You wouldn’t rush into things, but you could at least give him one measly compliment. For being so uncharacteristically normal about everything. He could have one more secret, at least for tonight. 

“Your crescent moons, the ones on your face? I like them a lot. I don’t think I ever told you that.”

His eyes go even wider at your sweet admission. It almost made Leo confess to you right then and there. But for now, he just laid his head into your shoulder. He needed to hide away his blush that threatened to outshine the red of his markings. 

“Let’s pick this back up another time, huh?” He chuckles into your neck. 

“Yeah. I have another show next week.” 

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Dancin'!

rottmnt boys x Winged person reader

Relationship; Rise Raph x reader, Rise Donnie x reader, Rise Leo x reader, Rise Mikey x reader (all separate ofc)

Romantic or platonic?; romantic

Reader type; G/N reader, reader has bird wings (type of bird not specified!)

It was a nice spring night, almost impossibly nice for early April. Yokai all over the hidden city had gathered at one of the largest and most beautiful gardens for a night of celebrating the warmer weather and coming summer, alongside the anniversary of the day yokai and humans' acceptance of each other into their societies. Although both groups still had a majority of their people staying where they were before, some yokai and some humans had moves into NYC and the Hidden City respectively.

Tonight, however, was not the time to reflect, as a young couple roamed the park. Hand in hand, a turtle and their winged lover strolled beneath the string lights and warm air, enjoying eachothers company and the night. Some people, both human and yokai, recognized the turtle as one of the mutants who made this all possible, with the defeat of the kraang and the societies integrations, but nobody dared bother the two when they looked so at peace and happy together.

The two approached a courtyard of sorts, lined with short brick walls and well lit. music grew louder as they approached, and both opted to dance.

Raph

Raph enjoyed strolling through the large park with you. the whole night you'd both been getting looks ranging from 'i want what they have' to 'IS THAT THE GUY WHO BEAT THE KRAANG??'

either way, you both opted to ignore them, continuing to move towards the music

by the time you two got there the song that had been playing had ended and a new one was about to begin

as the song began to play and as the song came to life with vocals and drums he quickly looked over to you

you were already rocking and swaying to the best, your wings and feathers fluttering and puffing in time with the beat

when the lyrics actually registered all that was said between you two was a quick "may I have this dance?" before you were immediately a whirlwind of movement

Raph was spinning and twirling and dipping you, entranced with how happy you seemed, and your wings would flare themselves or spread out straight behind you during fast spins

for a majority of the song you had kept your wings close to your body when you could, but at the second chorus or so you both split off to dance together but not together

your wings moved quickly and full of energy in time with the beats and your arms while you twisting and ducked and at one point even took off for a second with a especially powerful beat

the whole time Raph hadn't noticed he'd come to a stop, just watching how violent and stunning you were and how the lights filtered through your feathers only making you stand out more among the vivid colors and moving crowds

by the end of the song you were both exhausted and happy together, opting to sit out for a bit and just bask in eachothers company

Donnie

The whole night he'd been more hunched in on himself than usual, trying to about the prying eyes of some people while also being angry at anybody who stared

In an attempt to bring him some relief from the staring you'd dragged him towards the courtyard, where nobody was paying attention to anybody else and everyone was dancing

by the time you two got there the song was starting, and coincidentally Donnie really liked the song. to the point where you two had danced to it before and choreographed some little dances for certain parts

a majority of the song was just spinning around each other in something that resembled more of a fight than a dance. at some points he'd gently grab your hands and pull you towards him, twisting his arms over your front so you were back to chest with him as you swayed

but after the lull in the song he decided it would be a good idea to just spin. he knew spinning was kinda your go-to when you didn't know what to do, and he didn't know what to do either

as he latched on and began to spin you both shared a wicked grin as you picked up speed and before long you both were a tornado of color in the middle of a circle the crowd had made to avoid getting hit

once the world was just colors and music and his face, you flung your wings open, flaring them in all their glory to catch the light before holding them close but still out behind you. before long they'd drifted to be parallel with your arms, encasing you both

when the song ended and you both stumbled giggling out everyone was either impressed or pissed, but quickly forgot that when the next song started. you both opted out though, needing a minute for your heads to stop spinning and a minute to yourselves

Leo

The whole night you'd both been getting looks, and he just basked in the attention, even if he didn't like some of the looks people gave the two of you

you definitely didn't like the stares, and tried to shrink in on yourself as much as possible

he noticed this early on and when he heard the music he knew what to do. he grabbed your hand and led you both to the music, where the song had just ended

And, of course, you both got lucky! a song you both enjoyed came on, and immediately he grabbed you by the hand and spun you both into a dance

the song was high energy, which was just what you'd needed to come out of your shell a little more. as the chorus came on you let go of eachothers hands to lean in and lip sync at each other before just continuing dancing

infact, the entire song was lip synced by you both, which eventually became singing. you both had listened to the song before and designated parts that you liked singing

as the final chorus approached you both split again and your wings were on full display as you spun and danced and flaunted them around

you both came back together just at the end for a final spin, your wings on full display and not a care in the world. the energy was higher than ever and you both were having the time of your lives out on the dancefloor!

when the song ended you both needed a minute and a drink, your laughter infectious for the crowd and anybody who passed you on your journey to the nearest vending machine

Mikey

Tonight had been a lot so far. you two had sent plenty of death glares at people who hadn't minded their stares and were both annoyed.

and apparently you both needed a pick me up because you automatically drifted towards the music

as the song started it was ironic that they'd played a song you both liked, but neither of you could complain when it was plenty high energy and an excuse to go crazy

the entire song your wings were flared as you both circled each other and spun and danced and dipped. Mikey sang along for a majority of the song and occasionally you'd join him on the chorus

the energy was infectious as the crowd also began to have fun with it, but your wings cleared a path for you two that kept you both away from the crowd

your wings were gliding and dipping with the beat, completely independent of your arms, and whenever Mikey decided to dance face to face they'd wrap loosely around the two of you, close but never touching

before the second chorus was the first time he'd done this, intertwining your fingers and holding both your hands by your faces

during the part between the same chorus and the next one he'd gotten into the song, dancing and spinning almost independent from you, if it weren't for all the times he'd waltz away and come back for you to dip and twirl him

by the end of the song he was more winded than you were, his curse of using dance to express himself more than you did, and it led you both off to find a snack vendor for his blood sugar