#tmnt 2012 leonardo

[mutants-in-new-york]

Am i better at drawing turtles now idk

[kewpie-notice-me]

this was made to help me better visualize 2012 leo in the Rise verse while reading crossover fanfics huehuehue

[bones4thecats]

hey

please hsc for Leo, Raph, Donnie, Mikey TMNT2012

you will be mutated during the fight with shredder (mutation is irrelevant paste whatever you want) for some time you have to hide with turtles in hideout, you are more and more desperate and longing for your old life, how does your boyfriend react? how does he try to comfort you? does he blame himself for this situation?

Thanks

↳ The Turtle and the King Cobra.

A Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, 2012 × Mutated! Reader.

Requester: Anonymous.

Characters Included: Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo.

Possible Trigger Warnings: Physical mutilation - unwanted mutagen transformation, self hatred being shown, and possible depression - not explicit (all).

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💙 Leonardo, when you both got together, pledged to keep you protected no matter what. And he meant that wholeheartedly. It was when you were mutated into a King Cobra that he felt the weight of the world land on his shoulders hard. 💙 When you were told by Master Splinter you needed to stay with them in the lair for the time being, you were crushed. You wanted to go home and see your family. Was that so bad to want?

💙 At first, he needed space of his own. His thoughts were racing. He swore he would protect you, yet he failed so badly at the first real danger. What kind of boyfriend does that? 💙 After a couple days of being often being apart so everything could settle, Leonardo asked Splinter if they could talk. The words that left his Master and Father's mouth just clicked in Leonardo's mind. He thanked the elder man and rushed to where he knew you were: his room.

"Sweetheart?" His called, opening the door carefully as to not disturb you. While things had mostly settled for him in this matter, he doubt they did for you. You were the one affected from the mutagen, after all.

A low hiss came out from his bed. A scaled tail then emerged from the blanket, hanging low like a cobweb in the main room when Michelangelo failed to dust.

"Can I come in?" He asked. A reply of the tail flicking upwards along with his sheets moving away from the door for him to sit caused him to smile and walk inside, shutting the door behind. Quietly, since he knew your hearing had upped slightly along with vibration senses.

Sitting down on the bed, he reached underneath the blanket. His three-fingered hand made your pupils narrow slightly and tongue flick out, as that was how you smelled.

Nuzzling your chin on his palm, you let out a relaxed breath. This was alright to happen, and boy was your boyfriend happy about that.

Taking his left hand, the mutant turtle untied his bandanna and laid it on the round table next to the resting place of you two. Now moving to lay on his side, he felt the blanket you burrowed under lift and lay on top of him. He smiled and opened his arm, to which you practically leaped into.

His warmth was wonderful. It felt like the suns rays were beating on you, but in such a gently way it could be compared to a breeze during autumn.

"I love you, Bluebird."

"Me to, my love. Me too."

❤️ Raphael, from the day you became best friends and beyond the day your relationship began, dedicated himself to always being there for you. His anger issues were something he'd work on to make your relationship work. He loved you, you loved him. That's what you do for the one you love: be the best you can be for them. ❤️ He protected you from everything he could. And when he failed and you were mutated by Shredder, he felt his breath get caught in his throat. Your screams, pained and fear-filled, echoed in his ears. In his mind. And when they stopped, his rage soared. ❤️ Running and jumping roof from roof, he rushed back to the lair. Surely Master Splinter had some way to help! Maybe he had something to wake you! He just had too! He... he can't live without you by his side... ❤️ When you awoke, you were upset. Who wouldn't be? You now had fangs that could deliver a mixture of toxins that could render someone to death via respiratory failure. You were... a monster... ❤️ And while you were bundled up in your pillow and blanket fort in the corner of the lair, Raphael was walking around his room. He was close to snapping, going after Shredder, and dealing with him on his own. But, you needed him. And while he wasn't there for you then, by god he was going to be now.

Walking through the lair, there was no light. Everyone had gone to bed by now, as it was as silent as an abandoned building. His steps were light, blending well with the occasional sound from the surface above coming through the cracks. Thank goodness for the training on stealth, he thought.

Making his way to the main room, Raphael took deep breaths to calm himself. He couldn't let his own feelings burst; you were the one who was affected the most, you were the one who came first.

Stopping at the blanket-door, he kneeled and lightly brushed it aside.

His green eyes moved around, adjusting to the various-ranged light on the inside. The fears you had of the Foot attacking at night must have gotten to you, as the little butterfly-shapes light was glowing softly. The light bounced off your scaled-skin beautifully, Raphael would think.

Moving inside, the red-ninja leaned his back against the wall and made sure the structure was going to stay up well while resting inside. While you may be a King Cobra mutant, you were surprisingly smaller than him. It was quite odd, normally mutants gained height.

Pushing his thoughts into the back of his mind, Raphael wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him. Your head rested on his plastron and nuzzled there before your eyes slightly opened, only to close when you heard a calming voice you recognized as your boyfriend speak.

"Keep resting. We can talk tomorrow.

...I love you."

💜 Donatello knew he wasn't the strongest among his brothers when it came to physical tasks, but he also knew he was the strongest when brains were applied. He took pride in this, and while others found it to be dumb, you adored his studious personality. 💜 It was when you became best friends he swore to keep you safe, and that only doubled when you started dating. He would put a tracker on your phone to make sure in case of an attack, he'd know if you were safe. That and if he planned a surprise, he'd know when to stop and hide it while the development process was happening. 💜 Because of his protectiveness and devotion to your safety, Donatello was heartbroken that you had gotten mutated. He watched as Shredder held you and laughed, speaking about how, since you loved mutants, how you would "love being just like them." 💜 After mutating, you hid away in his lab. Donatello was scared for your health, mental and physical. You weren't eating, drinking, or even taking care of yourself like you once did. So, after some time, he snapped. Walking inside his lab and locking the doors, he looked around for you.

Breathing in and out to calm himself, Donatello stepped inside. The sound of the door latching behind him made him slightly flinch. Nerves were beginning to wrack inside him, but he needed to stay calm. Not only for himself, but for you.

Your nerves were shaking ever since you mutated into a King Cobra. Isolated from everyone, not even speaking whenever the purple-ninja came in his lab to work. Silence was always around, the only words being his hushed mumbles.

"Honey?" He whispered, walking inside to find you. You tended to move around under your blanket in order to find a warmer spot. But that didn't stop him from worrying for you.

Eventually his eyes stopped looking around. There, in the corner of his two desks, was a large velvet blanket. The shape was enough for him to tell it was you. The chair was up straight and stiff. Must be their makeshift pillow... the concrete definitely isn't comfortable for their head.

Stepping up to you, his mind went silent. All that he needed to do now was comfort you, talk it out. Whispering your name, he poked the blanket lightly. When he heard a low hiss, he retracted his hand and sat down next to you.

"You wanna hear a fun fact?" He asked nervously.

A tiny nod moved the blanket and caused the intelligent mutant to nod. "Human babies are born without proper bone structures. Because of this, they have 300 bones, which fuse together as they grow, resulting in 206 bones in adulthood. Oddly enough, animals, such as turtles, are born with around 50 to 60, mainly from the shell on their backs. Combining numbers of both humans and turtles, my estimation is that my brothers and I could have up to 256 to 266 bones. Perhaps around 356 or 366 when we were young!

"Another fun fact; A cloud can weigh over a million pounds, and a tomato has more genes than a human. Tomatoes can actually have up to 34,727 to 35,004 genes when compared to the 20,000 to 25,000 humans have. Interesting, right?"

Feeling a pressure on his thigh, Donatello looked down as he spoke. His eyes widened slightly and lit up as he saw your scaled hand lay on his leg and grip it slightly. Figuring he should continue, he continued his rants, but this time, his three-fingered hand was intertwined with your own.

🧡 When you started dating, you were in love with how joyful and energetic Michelangelo was. He would jump around and tell so many jokes that it could take your breath away. From dad jokes to knock-knock jokes, they each never failed to make you smile. Well... until the day you mutated. 🧡 He felt terrible. He knew that it wasn't smart to have you go with him on patrol, and this incident was the result of his bad decision. He didn't necessarily blame himself fully. He felt responsible, sure, but he also felt that it was the Shredder's fault for mutating you. Without him throwing you in the container of it, you'd be fine. You'd be happy. 🧡 Michelangelo saw how destroyed you were when you retreated from the dojo after talking with Splinter. Your eyes were empty, no sparkle left in them. He wanted you to be happy, but after he tried making you laugh and you snipped at him, he stayed away in order to give you space. 🧡 The brothers and Splinter began to see how down the youngest turtle was. Because of the concern, each of them sat alongside him in the main room, asking what happened. It shocked them all, yet didn't at the same time. They knew you loved him, but also knew you were going through something harsh. After speaking to him, they convinced him to talk to you.

Standing at the foot of your bed, Michelangelo tapped his foot. Was it out of anger that you were ignoring him and curling upwards on the bed? No. Rather, it was out of fear of upsetting you further. He knew he wasn't the smartest person, so he didn't want to unknowingly upset you.

Saying your name and reaching out, Michelangelo took a step closer. His hand was open and slightly tense, giving him the feeling of needing to pop his knuckles.

"Jellybean? Are you... okay?"

Popping your head out of the sheets, your brows furrowed in frustration. "What do you think?"

"Did I... upset you? I'm sorry that I failed to protect you! I knew I shouldn't have brought you with us on patrol! I didn't listen and I failed you... I'm so sorry..."

"Sorry? You have nothing to be sorry for. If anything, that cheese grater rip-off needs to apologize."

Michelangelo's eyes widened as you hopped off the bed, your long serpent-tail moving like your legs would as you strolled up to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him close in a hug.

"You did nothing wrong. Well, unless you wanna keep staying away and not cuddling me."

His blue eyes widened and sparkles filled them. Picking you up and spinning you around, your boyfriend jumped backwards onto the mattress. His arms stayed strong as you both laid on your opposite sides, your face in the crook of his neck as he chuckled and rested his eyes.

"I love you, Sugarplum." He said, nuzzling deeper into your neck.

"I love you too, 'Angelo."

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[imagionationstation]

WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS

When Donnie touches the ground, he flinches.

His entire body tries to curl inward at the pain and he gives a tiny, barely audible gasp. Leo’s hand shoots up immediately.

He seems to hesitate, moving slowly and oh-so gently resting it on Donnie. And Donnie’s entire body relaxes.

His shoulders stiffen as his body acknowledges sudden contact against his chest, probably because that too is causing some pain.

AND YET: His mouth falls shut. The pain on his face smooths out. His head falls forward, his shoulders rise, all angling towards Leo.

And Leo’s eyes are what tells the entire story. They (expectantly) never leave him at any point and there’s not much expression to be noted outside of a mixture of sad/guilt/worried.

Then he lays his hand on Donnie.

And his little brother leans into it. He relaxes at the touch.

AND LEO’S ENTIRE FACE FALLS.

Out of everything happening right now, THAT’S what makes him look like he’s hurting. THAT’S what stops the leader from worrying and introduces the big brother who’s beyond disappointed in himself.

That tiny bit of subconscious comfort that Donnie reveals while leaning into the touch of the person who helped hurt him.

THAT is going to be what haunts him from this moment on.

[sweeneydino]

If it comes to it…

Teehee

Totally not important

[melatonin00]

I think he got a little lost...

(also i'm sorry for bad inglish :"v)

[zipper-vhs]

i need to actually finish the 2012 i draw leo to much for not having finished the show 💀

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

with what you just said omfg. please. 🙏🙏🙏

HEAD CANONS FOR THE 12 BOYS DOING THE SPIDERMAN KISS WITH THEIR GIRL?! HEHEHEHE

Spiderman Kiss (Fluff)

2012!Turtles x reader

A/N: I’ve been binging too much TwoSet, so this took me four days to make. Why? Because violins, baby!😂 And YES, I just saw the title of their latest video, and NO I don’t have guts to watch it😭

Warning: None💚

Leonardo:

The peaceful quietness of your bedroom was disturbed, when you heard light tapping against  your window, making you look up from whatever you were doing. A soft smile spread across your face, already knowing who you would find outside your window.

With a happy skip in your step, you made your way to your window, opening it and letting the cold night air of New York City enter your room. And there you found him, hanging upside down from the fire escape over yours, smiling at you with that sweet boyish smile and pretty blue eyes.

“Leo”, you smiled, feeling giddy at the sight of your turtle boyfriend hanging outside your window. “What are you doing here?”, you asked, climbing out on the fire escape. “You haven’t told me you would come by”.

“I just thought I’ll come by to say hey before patrol”, he smiled, watching as you came closer to him. Even upside down, you made his heart skip a beat. “Can’t a guy just check in on his girlfriend?”

“Of course you can”, you smiled, standing right before him.

The two of you smiled at each other for a moment, before your hand came to rest on his cheek, your thumb stroking his jaw.

“Will you come over after patrol?”, you asked. “My parents won’t be home before tomorrow”.

“When you ask so nicely”, Leo chuckled. “Of course I will. Anything for my girl”.

You bite your lip, feeling butterflies fly through your stomach. Something that tended to happen when Leo decided to play up his charm. And so, you softly pressed your lips to his in a soft sweet kiss. When you pulled from the kiss, you found Leo smiling from ear to ear, looking at you with pure love in his eyes.

“I love you, Leo”, you smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “See you after patrol”.

“I love you too, (Y/N)”, Leo hummed, savoring the feeling of your lips against his forehead. “See you later”.

Raphael:

You were talking down the street, returning home after a long night out. Even without your headphones, you probably wouldn’t have noticed the familiar figure coming down from above, hanging upside down in the streetlamp you were about to pass. So when you suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder, you turned with your fists up, ready to fight like your boyfriend had taught you. But when you then found your boyfriend, hanging upside down before you with a smirk plastered across his face, you let out a sigh of relief.

“God damn Raph, don’t do that”, you sighed. “You almost scared the shit out of me”.

“I was going for your pants, but I guess that was one way to do it”, Raph chuckled, his eyes lingering on your for a moment. “On your way home?”

“One were to think that you were the genius turtle with those detective skills”, you laughed, making Raph pull a playful grimes.

“Ha ha, very funny”, he said, reaching one hand out for you, perking his lips. “Now, come here. Gimme a kiss”.

“What if I don’t want to”, you asked, not putting any effort into hiding your smile, as you took a step backwards, getting just out of his reach. Raph gasped in an overly dramatic manner, making you giggle at his antics.

“It’s not nice to lie, (Y/N)”, Raph said, faking an angry expression. “Now, give me a kiss before I get mad”, he continued, pecking his lips once more.

You couldn’t help but giggle, giving in with a bright smile. Holding Raph’s head in your hands, you pressed your lips to his in a small peck that made him hum playfully when you pulled back.

“You look pleased”, you smiled, still holding his head in your hands.

“I am”, Raph smiled. “But I would be more pleased if you gave me another kiss”.

You let out a happy laugh, throwing your head back. Your, oh so charming teaseful boyfriend, always managed to sneak in comments like that.

“Okay, you whining baby”, you smiled, before pressing your lips to his again, feeling him pull you closer with his free hand. This kiss was longer and deeper than the first, yet still short and sweet, making both you and Raph feel tingles in your stomachs.

Raph pulled from the kiss with a very satisfied look on his face, giving you that smug smile once again. “See, that wasn’t so bad”.

“Dork”, you smiled, nudging him slightly on his shoulder.

“All me dork all you want, babe. But even I know you like it”, Raph smirked, before getting ready to climb back up the lamp pole. “And when I get back from patrol, you’ll get more”.

Donatello:

“Donnie?”, you called out, looking around Donnie’s garage lab. But with him being nowhere to see, you did a turn on the spot, taking in your surroundings once more. Where could he be? You had texted him several times, but he still hasn't answered you. And that was an hour ago! “Babe?”

“Up here!”

You looked up to the rafters of the garage, finding your turtle boyfriend on the beams above, fiddling with wirings and all sorts of strange things, that you still had no idea what their names were.

“What are you doing up there?”, you asked, crossing your arms as you smiled up at your boyfriend.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”, Donnie smiled. “I’m fixing the lights. And the electric wires… and the heat… pretty much everything”.

“Okay, but why?”

“Well…”, Donnie sighed, sitting back up on the beam, looking up as he thought. “First Leo came and asked me to fix the lights, because it wasn’t strong enough to let him read. Then Mikey came and told me he had problems with his outlets. And then Raph started yelling up about the heating in his room. And since the wires and all access points are up here, I just decided to get them all done”.

“I guess that makes sense”, you said, taking a seat in Donnie’s chair, watching as he continued to work. “Do you need any help up there?”

“No, no, I got it”, Donnie said, not taking his eyes from what he was working with.

“Okaaayyy….”, you said, not feeling fully sure about his answer. “But please be careful, babe”.

“I’m always careful, (Y/N)”, Donnie said with a smile and his eyes closed, making you uneasy straight away. “I know what I’m doing, so there’s no need to worRY!-”

And just like you had feared it would happen, Donnie fell off the beam and tumbled towards the ground beneath. But before you could even let out a sound, and before Donnie could reach the ground, he found himself tangled up the wires he had just been fiddling with, leaving him hanging upside down just before you, with a sheepish smile. "Whoops".

You stood from the chair, crossing your arms with a smug smile, as you walked towards your tangled up boyfriend. “Seems like you do”.

“This wasn’t part of the plan”, Donnie said, looking up as his lower half tangled up.

“It wasn’t?”, you asked in a teasing manner. “Well, at least I know where I can find you now”. And then, before Donnie could ask what you meant, you took his face in your hands, before pressing a kiss to his lips, making him hum in pleasant surprise. “Now, let’s get you out of all that”.

Michelangelo:

With a sigh you laid back on the bed, turning your head to watch your boyfriend on the floor, as he tinkered around with his latest action figures. That was what happened when he got his hands on a new collectible. That was just how it was. You knew better than to get in the way of Mikey’s hobbies, but damn, sometimes you would get bored just watching him, when you had hoped that day would have been all about a couple time.

“Mikey”, you said with another sigh, trying to catch the attention of your turtle boyfriend.

“Yes, babe?”, Mikey asked, still not taking his eyes off the figure in his hand as he moved its arms around.

“When will you come and cuddle?”

“Just a moment babe, I just got to look through the rest first”.

You let out another loud exacerbated sigh, spreading your arms out on Mikey’s bed like seastar. Mikey still had several boxes on all new figures to go through, and you were getting impatient. ADHD can’t spread to other people by touch, but by this point you fully believed that you had gotten it from Mikey. Ever since you had gotten together with the orange clad turtle, you had started taking on many of his mannerisms. Such as his tendency to sigh in annoyance when getting impatient. And funnily enough, Mikey never seemed to notice when you did so. Just like right now. No reaction. Not what you wanted. So you had to do something about it. And you knew just how.

You scooted yourself around the bed, until you laid with your head resting down the side of the bed, allowing you to look at Mikey with your head upside down. You pucked your lips, making loud and obscene kissing noises. But… still nothing.

Right! That’s it! And with that you grabbed a hold of Mikey’s head, pulling him towards you as he made a surprised sound. You pressed his lips to yours, kissing him while you were still laying upside down on his bed.

“What was that for?”, Mikey asked with a smile.

“Because I’m getting impatient!”, you whined, trying to hide your smile. “And you’re just sitting there looking like a snack! What do you expect me to do?”

“You know what?”, Mikey said, laying his figure down on the floor before coming to a stand, smiling at you. “You’re right. Cuddle time!”

You did not have time to move before Mikey decided to jump on to the bed, throwing himself on you, letting you scream out in laughter, when he started attacking your face with kisses. You regretted NOTHING.

[cabbt]

I think I'm getting better at drawing different iterations of the turtles. It's not perfect but I'm trying lol.

[chadobi]

Okay, I’ve recently been in the mood to write something about 2012 Leo, so I hope you enjoy it! I’d also like to apologize for the number of tags in my previous posts, etc. I’m still learning how Tumblr works, so thank you for pointing it out, and I hope it’s all good now! Either way, happy reading!

“Letters Never Sent”

TMNT 2012 Leonardo x Reader

You never meant to find the box.

Really, you didn’t. You had just come by the lair to return Donnie’s tablet and maybe hang around long enough to catch Leo before patrol. It wasn’t like you planned to snoop. But when Donnie told you Leo was already out and that your missing notebook wasn’t in the lab, you figured—just maybe—it had ended up in Leo’s room.

The notebook was important. It had your training notes in it, doodles, even a few snippets of poetry you’d never admit to writing out loud. But mostly, it had Leo’s handwriting in the margins—small corrections, comments, thoughts from your shared training sessions. That made it special.

His room was tidy, of course. Not obsessively clean, but well-kept in that disciplined way that just was Leo. Sword racks on the walls. A few cracked comics under his bed. A blue blanket thrown over a floor cushion that doubled as a reading spot. The air smelled like old books, tea, and faintly of whatever incense Master Splinter had lit earlier that evening.

You were just about to give up when your hand brushed something behind a stack of old comic volumes on the shelf. A cardboard box—plain and unassuming—worn around the corners, like it had been opened and closed more times than it should have. You shifted it toward the light, blinking at the neat label stuck to the top:

To Y/N — letters never sent

Your chest constricted.

There was something achingly intimate about it, like finding someone’s diary with your name on the first page.

You hesitated.

Then you sat down on the edge of his bed and opened the box.

Inside were layers of folded paper—some crisp, some worn thin like they’d been read over and over. Napkins, corners of pizza boxes, torn notebook pages. One had a coffee ring stain on it. Another was sealed with blue painter’s tape. At the very bottom, there was a tiny origami turtle with your name carefully inked on its shell in looping, delicate script.

You stared. Then slowly, reverently, picked up the first letter and unfolded it.

Dear Y/N,

Mikey made a dumb joke again tonight—said Donnie should get a PhD in “Mutant Mayhem Management.”

Everyone laughed.

You laughed too.

I don’t think you noticed, but when you laugh, your nose scrunches slightly. Not in a bad way. In a way that makes it impossible to look away.

I laughed too, but not at the joke.

I was laughing because you were laughing. Because your happiness makes me feel like maybe the world’s not so broken.

— Leo

You swallowed hard.

This wasn’t just a silly crush. These weren’t random musings. These were confessions—tiny glimpses of thoughts he’d never shared, pieces of a quiet heart too cautious to speak them aloud.

Your fingers moved to the next one without even thinking.

Y/N,

We were on the roof last night. Do you remember? The wind was colder than usual. You asked if I was okay. I said I was fine.

I lied.

I’m not okay. I’m scared. I’ve fought mutants, robots, aliens… but this is scarier.

Because I think I’m falling for you, and I don’t know how to say it.

I’ve always been the leader. The protector. The strategist.

But around you… I just want to be Leo.

— Leonardo

You felt something warm and sharp and real press against your ribs. A ache, but not a painful one. You could almost hear his voice in the words—stiff, deliberate, like he had to wrestle each letter down on paper.

The next few letters spilled out more of the same: thoughts, memories, little daydreams. He noticed everything about you, from the way your hands moved when you spoke passionately, to how you always stood a little closer to him when the city felt unsafe. He wrote about the first time he saw you cry. About how he wished he knew what to say when you did. About how he practiced telling you how he felt but never got past “hey” before chickening out.

Some of them were funny. One was an apology for nearly knocking you over during sparring. One was a list of reasons why he wasn’t going to give you a letter, followed by a reason that simply said:

“Because you deserve someone better than me.”

That one made your throat tighten the most.

You didn’t hear the door open.

“Y/N?”

You froze.

Leonardo stood in the doorway—gear still on from patrol, blades strapped to his shell, blue mask untied and trailing behind his neck. His eyes went from you, to the box, and then to the open letters scattered across his bed like his heart had been spilled out in paper form.

His entire face went pale.

“I—” he stammered, voice cracking. “What are you doing?”

You looked up, eyes wide, caught in a mix of guilt and heartbreak. “I didn’t mean to. I was just looking for my notebook. Then I saw my name.”

Leo stepped forward slightly, then stopped like the floor might break beneath him. “You weren’t supposed to read those.”

Your fingers curled around the edge of one of the letters.

“Leo… these are beautiful.”

His mouth opened. Then closed. He looked away, jaw clenched.

“I was gonna throw them out,” he mumbled. “They were stupid.”

“They’re not.” You stood slowly, holding one of the letters like it might fall apart. “They’re… honest. They’re you. Why would you hide this from me?”

He gave a weak, humorless laugh. “Because I’m not good at this. I’m not like Mikey, or Raph, who can just… say things. I’m quiet. I freeze up. I overthink. I thought maybe if I wrote it down, I could get it out of my system.”

You stepped closer. “And did you?”

He looked at you. Really looked. And for the first time, his voice softened into something fragile.

“No. It just made me love you more.”

The world fell still.

Your chest rose with a trembling breath. Then you reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out something small—creased, folded, worn with time.

A note.

You placed it in his hand. “Then you should probably read this.”

Leo unfolded the paper carefully, fingers trembling.

I think I love the way he carries the world like it’s nothing.

I think I love the way he speaks like silence is holy.

I think I love him.

But I’m scared he’ll never feel the same.

His hands dropped to his sides, eyes never leaving yours.

“You wrote this?”

You nodded.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. Then slowly—awkwardly, cautiously—he reached for your hand. His was calloused, rough from years of training, but warm and steady.

“You mean it?” he asked softly.

“I do.”

His voice cracked again. “Then I’m really going to kiss you.”

You blinked. “Okay.”

It wasn’t perfect. Your noses bumped a little. His hand hesitated at your waist, unsure if it belonged there. But when his lips touched yours—soft, gentle, reverent—it was everything you’d imagined in the lines of those letters and more.

When he pulled back, his cheeks were scarlet. “That wasn’t too weird, was it?”

You smiled and rested your forehead against his. “No. It was you.”

_____________

Later that night, the box remained on his bed—still open, no longer a secret.

You lay together under his blanket, side-by-side, fingers intertwined as you read every letter together. He buried his face in your shoulder each time you teased him, and you kissed the tips of his fingers each time he got flustered.

Some letters made you laugh. Some made you cry. All of them made you love him more.

Eventually, you held the final one in your lap, the tiniest origami turtle of them all.

“What was this one for?” you asked, lifting it gently.

Leo rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “That was going to be the one I gave you… if I ever got brave enough.”

You smiled.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you whispered, leaning in.

“Why?”

“Because now I get to hear it from you.”

And he did. In whispers. In kisses. In quiet, unspoken promises sealed not with ink, but with arms around each other, breathing the same soft rhythm into the night.

[nightwatcherraph]

[qiqi-random-blog]

I DIDN'T NOTICE DONNIE WAS SIDE-EYEING LEO????!!!!😭😭😭

[dreamweave01]

"I think we're gonna be best friends!"

I rewatched TMNT 2012 and may or may not have created a swap AU.

But because it's me, I decided to have a little fun with it.

So Raph has Mikey's role

Mikey has Donnie's role

Donnie has Leo's role

and Leo has Raph's role :)

And because Raph is now Mikey, that means Slash is Leatherhead!

Splinter's role was swapped with Shredder, meaning the turtles grew up in a not so pleasant household.

And a little Swap Leo doodle cuz why not :P

[teks-emporium]

A few @/deeppink-man expression memes I did of the turtles to get a better feel of my style. Might do more eventually

[i-am-a-living-god]

Caseynardo be apon ye

[sweeneydino]

Over stone.

Changing ideas while drawing

Me wanting to draw rottmnt stuff:

Brain: how bout the depressed turts

Ill just make them depressed then.