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[iheartchv]

Hey There Can You Do A Vampire Leo x F!Reader

Sure thing 😊

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Warning: Vampires, blood... if you dont like this stuff please dont read

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You've wanted more than just to be with Leo during the night. There was a limit for how long you could stay up due to going to school/work. You wanted to go eat, go places, walk in the sun, just spend more time with him. You figured he probably felt the same with the way his eyes looked at you everytime you both had to go. It was like his eyes was pulling you in, wanting something...

Tonight was like every other night, but Leo looked like he wanted to say something. You wanted to know. "Leo, is there something you want to tell me?"

He sighed and looked back at you. "Y/N, I've been thinking... we've been together for a short time, but i feel like we can actually be together forever."

There was a pause from him. "Would you still love me, no matter what happens?"

"Yes, of course i would..."

"You would want to be with me forever..."

"Yes."

"... Even if it meant giving up your life...?"

That caught you off guard. You turned your body to where you was facing him. "Leo, where are you going with this, where...?" You had so many questions floating around your head.

"The reason why I'm asking is because... i really like you, but i can't be with you like this..."

He was still being vague. You told him to continue. He then said,"I... I'm a vampire..." He must've saw the look of confusion on your face because he then continued to say,"You dont believe me."

"It's... kinda hard for me to believe..."

You looked into his eyes and you suddenly felt like you was being sucked in, drowning in his deep dark eyes. You felt him holding your shoulders and then press his lips to yours. Your heart started to race.

Then his mouth trailed down to your neck, stopping at the point where he could feel your pulse. Near your ear you can hear his heavy breathing. You closed your eyes as shivers of pleasure ran down your spine making its way down to make your toes curl. You couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped your lips as your arms wrapped around Leo's neck, holding on to something to keep from drowning in ecstasy.

"Leo~" you whispered.

You could hear him growl deeply and lick, kiss, and nip at the side of your neck, almost behind the shell of your ear. You moaned again as your body vibrated with an awakening desire. You felt his teeth gently drag across your skin.

It all felt so good till you felt a sharp prick of pain in your neck. You jerked to find where it came from. Leo was panting like he'd just ran a marathon. He looked back at you, red coloring his eyes instead of the usual dark blue. No way!

"I told you..."

You couldn't speak. How was anyone supposed to react to something like this?

"I think you should go... before i do something I might regret..."

You forcefully made your feet move and then you ran back home. Your mind was racing. Vampires? They were just stories... Once you closed the door behind you, you slowly slid down to the floor.

Everything, every moment you've spent with Leo till now flashed before your eyes. Your fingers brushed over the tiny scratch his fang made on the side of your neck. "Oh, Leo." All of this was too much so you decided to try to sleep it off and think about it in the morning. You still couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching you as you lied in your bed, waiting for sleep to take ahold of you...

Sorry if its not that good, i wrote this at 2 in the morning

[imma-lil-teapot]

TMNT 2003/2k3 Headcanon: Crying - (Leonardo)

Feel free to scroll past this first part if you’re not interested in my silly rambling and nonsense. I won’t mind. Promise. ;)

Okey-dokey then, with the global epidemic that is the Coronavirus well in action and most of the world stuck in lockdown (starting this Friday for us too), felt like getting the ‘ol creative juices flowing with a little headcanon-y thingy in preparation for -possibly- more fandom writings to keep myself busy during the house arrest (well... it kinda is!) and hopefully my mind off all the bad news. :( 

Also, this is totally my first one on the blog! WOOT! Please bear in mind that I’m SUPER rusty! Haven’t written in ages so there are bound to be typos and all matter of general errors scattered throughout the post. Don’t pet them! They bite!  

Anyhoo~ Despite attempting to create and share with the goal in mind to uplift spirits, I decided to start on a rather upsetting subject (PLEASE DON’T LEAVE! They end on happy notes ;) ) because, Imma just come and say it, I enjoy seeing my favourite characters shed tears (not for just any old reason -their personality plays a huge role in this- and CERTAINLY not for sadistic reasons, land sakes no! But... well, you’ll see~ ;) ) It makes me all gooey and fuzzy inside to see them display such raw emotion and I just wanna leap into the TV screen to hug and console them. I dunno why. Maybe I’m nuts like that. (Remembers Raph crying at the farm when Leo was badly injured and wishes she could just hug them all and take away the pain) Oh well, if you enjoy visualizing the same, then *High Fives*. :)

So yeah, if you read the title, you’ll know this is based on the 2003/2k3 series (my favs). Hope you all enjoy~ :D Grab tissues cause sad turts ahead! :’(

Jibber jabber stops here~

TURTLES~

LEONARDO - You are here

RAPHAEL

DONATELLO - Coming soon

MICHELANGELO - Coming soon

WARNING(S): Because of the subject, Angst and Hurt/Comfort will be present.

RATING: G (General)

WORD COUNT: Don’t have the foggiest.

ANYTHING ELSE TO ADD:

And apparently gifs too, so without further ado: (Completely unintentional but in actuality, totally intentional rhyming)...

TO THE HEADCANONS~~~~

~LEONARDO~

-- It’s no easy feat to make the leader in blue turn on the waterworks. Leo won’t cry for any old reason. It’s not because he has no emotions, far from it, but being the leader of a small ninja clan -who happen to be family as well- is no easy task in itself: he has a lot on his young shoulders and deals with many issues on a daily basis few his age ever have to.

-- It’s because of these reasons that Leo doesn’t cry often. One of the lesser likely to out of the four brothers. But when he does, it’s an emotionally distressing sight to behold. 

-- Leo tends to cry whenever those closest to him -namely his brothers, his father/master and truest friends- are severely injured or are in a dire situation. Remember his angry/moody arc? The thought of losing any of them causes him great pain and distress, especially if he were the cause of any of it, and when that happens, he can’t stop the dampness that forms around his eyes and soaks into his mask. 

-- He’s not fond of crying, especially in front of others, even though he fully comprehends its normalcy. He feels he needs to be everyone’s rock, their fortress of physical and emotional stability to turn to for strength when things get rough... So when the tears start to fall, he feels he can’t show them, can’t allow them to watch him crumble under the gripling weight of helplessness and anguish.

-- He frantically wipes at his eyes and desperately attempts not to sniffle, but it’s a hopeless battle, for his tears are already a steady stream. 

-- He’ll try to hide when possible, usually retreating to his room to allow the worst of the emotions to spill over before returning to the others... Though he may be in there a while: when Leo lets his emotions go, it can be just as powerful as his red-banded brother’s rage. 

-- He spares no time in making sure the coast is clear for the tears are already streaming by the time he reaches his futon, and there’s no stopping them now as he lets himself drop to his knees, only halfway onto the mattress. He purposefully leaves the room unlit, cloaking his form in the darkness. 

-- He sniffs a few times as he shuffles up against the wall, sitting upright against it, bringing his legs up and hugging them loosely and droops his head against a single knee pad. 

-- His voice desperately wishes to escape. To express its misery. But he won’t allow it to, often placing one hand over his face in a bid to quell the sadness and remain silent in the battle against his own inner turmoil. He refuses to let anyone see him in that state of utter sorrow and vulnerability.

-- He whimpers ever so slightly and coughs a few times as breathing becomes difficult. He knows this episode won’t be over any time soon. Fortunately, he keeps some tissues next to his bed for such rare occasions and tries not to blow too loudly. He thinks back to the last time he cried so hard... It’s been a while. It felt like a build up. 

-- Time has been forgotten as he’s lost in deep thought. By the time he slips a hand across his eyes, only the material of his mask is still slightly damp. He clears his nostrils a couple of times before considering whether he was ready to return to his family. He’d of course straighten up his bedding beforehand, and would also require a trip to the bathroom to wash his face. A true ninja leaves no evidence. 

-- Leo tries to put the horrifying images out of head before leaving his quarters. He doesn’t wish to be weighed down again and thus maybe cause his emotions to come out a second time. He knew someone would catch on that time. Instead, he holds his head up high, focusing on the there and now to carry him forward.  

BONUS EXTRA~

-- Failure is also one of his greatest foes. Leo despises it, but not in the irrational sense; he fully comprehends that in order to grow, one has to lose in order to learn and thus, succeed in turn, and while it can frustrate him when he’s unsuccessful at mastering a martial arts technique for example, he understanders it’s part of the process and that no one’s perfect. 

-- It’s when his slipups could spell casualties or death to his family and/or friends is when it weighs down on him like a boulder strapped to his shell. 

-- A really big one. 

-- And it hurts. So much so that it causes him to become despondent and often teary-eyed when no one’s looking.

-- Boi Bloo might also cry from especially sad movie scenes. He gets seriously into the story, and when the scene is just right -perfect music, perfect timing etc.- you may just catch Fearless with watery eyes. 

-- He can’t help it. After all, he’s a leader, and very caring and kind-hearted individual, so movies showing children or anyone/anything defenceless getting hurt has him not only visibly upset, but also angry at the cause. He’s a softie like that. 

-- He won’t have a meltdown, of course, but the tears are definitely there. Just don’t tease him too much; he’s easily embarrassed by it. ;) 

BONUS EXTRA EXTRA FEMALE READER OR S/O EDITION~ (Can also use an OC/FC insert if you wish, up to you)

You had figured something was up by the time you’d finished greeting everyone in the Splinterson household except for the Turtle you’d long to see most and he hadn’t made his presence yet known. 

The idea that he must’ve been practicing or meditating swiftly vanished when Mikey told you he’d been in his room in the dark for the past few hours. “The guy hardly ever naps, and even so, never this long.” He’d told you. “I dunno, (Y/N), we were about to check on ‘im when you arrived, but maybe you should be the one to. Think he’d really appreciate it.” And there was absolutely no argument from your side as you were already making your way up to the room.

You didn’t know what to expect as you neared the doorway. Could he possibly still just be sleeping? Meditating in the dark instead of his usual spot by the training area? Or... was he sick? The latter now had you concerned and you picked up your pace... Only to pause mid step when an unmistakable sound reached your ears: a sniffle.

Had it come from within his room? It was the only logical explanation as everyone else was downstairs. You were truly perturbed now as you stood outside the doorway and called out the ‘eldest’ Turtle’s name.

There was some shuffling to be heard but you were unable to tell for sure what he was doing -probably trying to neaten up his bed- “(Y/N)? Just a second, okay?” he responded in a rather awkward verging on frantic tone, and you were certain you heard another sniffle escape him. 

That, along with the way he’d replied really didn’t help to put your mind at ease. “Leo, are you alright?” Nor was the pitch blackness in which he remained concealed in.

“Yeah, just... l-looking for something.” There was some more shuffling as if to prove his point, but you were having none of it.

“Then maybe this,” you began, turning around to flick the light switch, “will help?”

“No! Wait!” But it was a split second too late for as soon the brightness illuminated the entire room, you had caught the telltale signs of an emotional meltdown in progress plastered on his face before he quickly turned away and briskly wiped an arm across his face, attempting to hide the shame... or perhaps embarrassment? 

“Leo...?” your heart and voice softened, “Hey, what’s wrong?” You automatically walked to him, closing the gap he was now trying to form. 

“Nothing,” he lied, and acknowledged it was a fruitless attempt but still couldn’t stop himself. Autopilot panic mode was enabled now. “It’s nothing.” 

Unfortunately for him, autopilot mother hen mode was activated for you as you reached with both hands to his carapace and shoulder, gently turning him to face you. “I can see that it’s something.” Your words were gentle, and you wanted nothing more than to take away his pain. “Look at me, Honey.” His body was turned but his head remained to the side. It was clear he didn’t want his obvious distress on display, even to you. “Please, Leo?” You tried again, and slowly but surely, his eyes met yours, and you felt your heart sink further.

The fabric of his mask was wet and eyes were still red with fresh tears that threatened to fall. He appeared so broken and helpless as he stared at you, and even though he uttered no words, you could practically hear him despairingly ask “Is this what you wanted? To see me at my lowest?” from his expression alone. 

Never had you witnessed the leader of this band of mutant brothers cry. At times you had wondered if he ever did, and yet here he was; the incredible pillar of strength and dignity you had come to know and adore, in tears and so dejected that you couldn’t stop your own eyes from becoming damp the more you gazed at him. “Oh, Sweety...” You whispered as you felt your soul shatter. It was too much to bear. You slowly wrapped your arms around him, one around the midsection and the other over his shoulder, and buried your face into his leathery neck, offering every ounce of comfort you could muster.

It didn’t take him long at all to sink into the embrace and return the action. Beyond the point of concerning himself with showing the pain he felt -or the wetness now soaking into your shoulder when he placed his forehead against it- he sniffed and finally allowed the tears to fall once again as fresh waves of emotion surged throughout his body.

And this time, he couldn’t keep the whimpering to himself.

“Shh~ It’s okay, it’s okay,” you soothed, lightly patting and rubbing along the scutes of his shell as he weakly sobbed, finally letting go of all the sadness that gripped him. 

You weren’t even aware of what was wrong, and you most likely wouldn’t find out til later once he calmed down, but right now, he just needed you to hold him. Hold him until the hurt was gone... And so you would. 

AND THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE!

ALL THE FEELS!! I EMBARRASS!!

OMGosh, this turned into a monster! The mother of all HCs!! :O No seriously, this wasn’t meant to be this long! I was suppose to squish all four into one itty bitty little post, but then it just grew... and grew... and GREW! Personally, I blame the Reader Bonus but I’d be damned if I didn’t enjoy writing it! ;P You guys here on Tumblr got me slightly addicted to them and have wanted to attempt some myself so... Anyhoo~ I can’t really say if I’m entirely content with the whole thing, I dunno. I feel some parts are better than others (writing style-wise) but yeah, I really need to get back into the swing of things...

Speaking of which, I DO plan on adding my two cents on the other bois as well, but judging by how this one turned out, they’ll most likely all be this length, more or less, so each Turt will get his own post so I can really jot down those details with all the freedom in the world! That being said, I can’t say when they’ll be added but hopefully soon-ish. :) Raph's next on the list!

Thank you all so much for the read and hope you enjoyed~ :D

~Drag0n Mistr3ss’ Random Fandoms*

[someonefromabove]

K I had an idea, the reader is a cyborg and has some advanced technological prosthetic limbs that allow her to play guitar, (maybe she was a Krang or Foot Clan experiment???) and the boys catch her playing Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe?? It’s a sad song about someone leaving you and I cry nearly every time I listen to it.

A/N: Hi there! Thank you for your request! I had to google this song, because I didn’t know it and at first I was like lol Steam Powered Giraffe? That’s a funny name :D Then I saw the music video of Honeybee and I was...well...kinda disturbed? I mean they moved sooo much like robots, I’m not even sure, if they were real humans O.o And then I had to listen to the song a second time, because I was so distracted with the video that I didn’t actually listen to the lyrics xD but yeah, you’re right. That is a sad song indeed :( But I still hope you like reading this! I‘m sorry that it is so short per turtle though...

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Pairings: LeoxReader, RaphxReader, DonniexReader, MikeyxReader

Warnings: slight angst

Leonardo

He was on his way to the dojo for his meditation when he passed your shared room. He heard the sounds of a guitar and your humming, but it was definitely not a happy song, so he decided to listen to it for a little while. The door was ajar and he leaned against the wall outside of the room. As you sung the song with your beautiful and soothing voice, he remembered your past. You had survived the torture of the Shredder himself and „only“ lost your left arm while being held hostage. Leo will always regret not being able to keep you safe that day, even if you reassured him that it wasn’t his fault a hundred times. As the song came to an end, Leo slowly walked into the room and saw you sitting there on your bed with the guitar in your hands. Your eyes were a bit watery from almost crying and he just sat down beside you to hold your hand. „Y/N, I promise you, no matter what happens I will always be there for you.“

Raphael

You and Raph were listening to music when you looked on your phone to choose the next song. Your eyes fell onto Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe and your eyes lit up. „Hey Raphie, how about I play the next song myself?“ you asked him as you picked up your guitar with your prosthetic hand. „Sure, babe.“ he replied and smiled at you. As you played the song, Raph’s smile vanished however and his gaze went nowhere. He seemed to think about something and didn’t even realize when you finished the song. „Raph? Raphael? Are you okay?“ you asked with a worried look on your face and took his hand to bring him back to reality. „Huh? Uh...yeah...I guess? You were wonderful! But...I mean...the song really got me thinking...maybe I am too harsh to my brothers at times. I guess I should be thankful that they didn’t abandon me at some points in my life for being so ungrateful.“ You were surprised by his thoughts and immediately pulled him into a tight hug to let him know that you were there. „No, that’s not true, Raph. You’re a great brother and the others think so too, believe me. We will never leave you.“

Donatello

While repairing your broken laptop, Donnie stumbled onto a few old videos of you playing the guitar and singing. The videos must’ve been at least 3 years old, because in them you still had your right hand. You had lost it when you were attacked by the Kraang and met your for personal heros. As he watched the short clips he didn’t seem to notice your presence behind him. „What are you watching, Donnie?“ you asked with a slight grin, already knowing what he was looking at. Donnies face went red immediately as he tried to close the window in panic. „I-I...I wasn‘t spying on you! I swear! I found them by accident and...well...your voice is amazing...“ he stuttered. You just giggled and sat down on his lap. „I know, you big dummy. But how about I play you something for real?“ You asked and he looked at you with a smile. „You can still do that?“ „Sure! I mean, you’re the one who built my fantastic new hand!“ You said proudly as you moved all your fingers of your robotic hand. „Which song do you want me to play?“ „Well...“ His gaze met your laptop again as he saw the thumbnail of you performing Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe. „I really liked this song...but...just to let you know, I‘ll always be with you. I really care for you, Y/N.“

Michelangelo

„Mikey, not now.“ „Oh, come on, sweetheart! Just oooooone song!“ Your mutant boyfriend tried to talk you into playing a song for him while you tried to study for your next exam. You huffed and closed your book. „Alright, one song. But I get to choose which one.“ You told him and picked up your guitar with your prosthetic arm. „Yeah! Thanks, angelcakes.“ Mikey grinned and sat down in front of the couch. He always calmed down listening to your music, no matter which song you‘d play. As you played the song and sung the lines, Mikey wasn’t as hyper and happy as usual. He seemed collected and calm and listened to every word your lips escaped. After you finished the song, Mikey looked at you with a slight smile and then at your hand. „Do you think of your lost arm when you play this song?“ He asked. You were surprised that he wanted to talk with you about that sensitive and serious topic, but you weren’t afraid to talk to him about it. „Yes, I guess. I mean, I never thought I‘d lose my whole arm. It was something natural to me, something I was never afraid of losing.“ You explained to him. „Well, I guess sometimes the world can be a dick...like Raph...“ he grinned as you two heard a „Shut up!“ coming from said brother from upstairs. You chuckled as he took both of your hands. „But...never forget, that you’ll never lose me, alright, baby? Nothing in the world can separate me from you.“

[naddy-and-stuff]

Happy, so happy I could die

I only own this passage and the OC.

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It was common for Leonardo to fall asleep absolutely anywhere; so much so that it was no longer a surprise for anyone to see him somewhere random in the mornings.

Today he was asleep on a chaise in the game room. It was inconveniently hidden from view by some potted plants and some curtains, so Le Comte's guest could be forgiven for not lowering her voice as she started singing while dusting the shelves and display cases.

Quand il me prend dans se bras

Il me parle l'a tout bas

Je vois la vie en rose

Leonardo slowly roused from his slumber, drawn to consciousness by the siren song. There had been plenty of instances where he had heard their guest sing, and the intrigue was always there, since her songs were from a different time. But this time felt special. Part of him wished he had a violin with him to accompany her, and another part wanted to bask in the pleasant sound of her voice.

Il me dit des mots d'amour

Des mots de tous les jours

Et ça m' fait quelque chose

Her French was far from perfect, but that did little to dampen the meaning she was conveying through her song. Leonardo knew little of romance, at least in the purest sense of the word, but right here, listening to her made him think that perhaps it would not be too difficult to learn.

Then again, he supposed the French made it sound so easy; so second-nature when it clearly was not.

Il est entré dans mon coeur

Une part de bonheur

Dont je connais la cause

He relaxed further into the chaise's cushions, wanting nothing more than to light a cigarillo, even though it would certainly give him away. Le Comte's guest had a sharp nose and she would easily find him. Whatever magic her voice had ensnared him with would undoubtedly fade.

And he was unwilling to see that come to pass. At least for the time being.

C'est lui pour moi

Moi pour lui dans la vie

Il me l'a dit, l'a jure pour la vie

A bitter smile touched his face. Her song was sweet and magical, but not when it spoke of love and affection lasting the rest of one's life. Was love truly timeless? Did it not age? Was it something he could put his trust on?

Sirens sang to lead their meals to their deaths; would this one finally do him in? Well, Leonardo certainly thought the he would not mind it.

Et, dès que je l'aperçois

Alors je sens en moi

Mon coeur qui bat

She lingered in the game room, repeating the song and Leonardo felt something within him twinge. He would have given most anything to fall asleep again.

Her song was a song for the living and to him, who was undying, such a song brought pain much like undeath.

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Leonardo is my favorite route so far. Btw, I just copy-pasted the lyrics from a website so yeaaaaaaaah... XD I'm heavily contemplating on making covers of these songs, but maaaaaaaaan I have stuff to work on and I'm lazy. XD

Feel free to tell me what you think about this piece. XD I might expand on this, but I'm not quite sure when or with who, cause for some reason, Napoleon's route doesn't really interest me that much. Maybe Theo? I dunno. XD

[tmntreasures]

Hi missed you around here.How would the guys react to there s/o being kidnapped by the foot?

Overall we think that the turtles would react mostly the same in this type of scenario. They would start off worried and concerned, then it would lead to anger. After they collected themselves, they would make a plan to rescue you. We feel there’s only a few actions that would make them different from the others. For example; Raph of course would be more physical with his emotions, Leo would probably be silent for the majority of the time, Donnie wouldn’t sleep until a came up with a plan to ensure your safety, and Michelangelo probably wouldn’t eat until you were in his arms again. Just some small things, but really not enough to differentiate them from each other. So instead! Here’s how the turtles would react to their s/o being PART of the Foot Clan:

Prompt:

You were part of the Foot Clan for a while now, but you were a low ranked member so you got the trash jobs. Cleaning up the hideout, monitor duty, washing uniforms, etc… Every once in a while you’d get assigned to something exciting like robbing the local Seven Eleven, or gang initiation, but it was very rare. You had heard the local myths about the turtles, but never dreamt of actually meeting them one day. You hoped you wouldn’t come across them either because after you had seen what damage they had done to your associates… Yikes! But your nightmares came to life one day when you were walking about New York at night, traveling as an average citizen instead of as the Foot.

A rivalry gang had approached you and was demanding you give up your valuables. While you were technically a ninja, you weren’t that proficient in Martial arts yet, so you were a bit thankful when the four turtles had come to your aid. You acquainted yourself with them and their home, hoping to pass on the information to the clan eventually, but you soon changed your mind about that idea… Even though the turtles were known for doing good deeds, one of them did the unthinkable!… They somehow managed to steal your heart.

Your relationship started out slow of course. You had to be cautious since you were still part of the Foot clan. So you kept the secret locked away behind your lips for as long as you could. You had never revealed the location of the turtles to the foot, but you had dropped subtle hints of things like when the turtles would be attacking, or where their patrol areas were. For some reason you felt like it was your duty to give out the information. However, there was one particular night were the turtles were especially upset when one of their ideas to foil the Foots plan had failed, and it was all because of you. You couldn’t take it anymore. The secrets, the lies, the mistrust… You had to confess, even if it meant the worse. 

Ranked from best to worst.

Michelangelo: 

He swore this was something straight out of a movie, and would keep telling you to “stop joking around babe.” Once the message got through his thick head that it wasn’t a joke and that you were actually part of the foot clan he’d freeze up. He wouldn’t have a clue of what to do, and wanted to ask his brothers for help; but at the same time, he wouldn’t want them to think badly of you. He was more confused, and worried for you than he was hurt about the slight betrayal. Mikey would ask you how much information you had given up to the Foot, and try his best to note it all down mentally so he could relay it to his brothers later. He would ask you if you were going to quit, many times and over; to which you’d replied “yes” each time.  Relief would wash over him when he felt convinced that you were really going to quit, and he laughed lightly at the thought of how much this was like a movie. You were the cute antagonist turned good by the all-loving hero! 

Donatello: 

The confession had clearly taken Donatello aback and he needed time to think about it. Of course he didn’t let you leave the lair until he was ready to talk. Thirty minutes or so had passed and he finally sat down at a table with you to discuss the situation. He was hurt that you would keep this a secret for so long, but your only saving grace was the fact that he knew you hadn’t given up their location. He knew that if you had, the foot would’ve come to attack by now. There must’ve been some good still left in you if you hadn’t given that up. Still, he couldn’t help but to be cautious from there on and out. He would ask you for the information you had spilled to the foot, as well as keep tabs on your whereabouts and forms of messaging you used. Whether it be personal or business, he just had to make sure you weren’t scheming against him and his brothers again. It would take time, but you could hold onto your relationship with Donatello. As long as you were willing to give up all your privacy and secrets for now on…

Raphael:

When you had confessed to him his eyes grew wide and his mouth fell slightly open in shock. You braced yourself for the wave of emotions that would hit him over the next few seconds. It went from confusion, to fear, to rage. There was no keeping it a secret now, everyone in the lair and the next sewer pipes over knew about it with how loud Raphael was being. He just couldn’t understand or believe you would do this to him and his brothers. You would plead with him to calm down, and try to explain to him that you were quitting the foot and that you loved him. You would do anything you could to make up for it, but he wasn’t hearing it. The rage in him refused to listen to anything you had to say. He was so mad he just had to break something. Luckily he had decided on throwing one of the kitchen chairs into a wall instead of you. You left that night with puffy eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and a runny nose. The only thing that comforted you now was the fact that Raphael had said “We’ll talk about this later,” before ordering you to leave. “We’ll talk about this later…” That meant he was going to try for your relationship, right? 

Leonardo:

Leonardo was dead silent after you had revealed to him you were part of the Foot Clan. He stared down at you for several minutes, judging you. The motion was too much, you had to know what he was thinking, so you begged for him to speak. Though what he said next you weren’t expecting… “You need to go.” He said bluntly. Shock and sadness spread across you face. Weren’t you even going to talk about this a little?! You thought. “Leonardo—“ you started, but he cut you off by throwing up his hand, gesturing for you to stop. “You are in no position to argue right now. You’ve broken the trust between me and my family. All I care about at this moment is making sure we are safe, and by you being here, we are not. Leave.” Your blood ran cold at his words. If this was all Leo had to say about it, then your relationship was over. You did as you were told and left the lair with your head hung low and tears overflowing. You tried contacting him afterwards. Days, weeks, and eventually months went by, but you never heard from him. You wondered how long it would take, or if he would even reconsider you at all. You couldn’t help but wonder if it would’ve been different if you had told him from the beginning…

Thank you for the ask! Hope you enjoyed it!SorryLeofans! XD;

[readersandtmnt]

You Finally See Him. LEO

It had been a few weeks since you met the mysterious shadow teacher Leo and since meeting him you had found your habits changing. You spent more time up on the roof of your building after dark, and he had been there almost every time. His calm voice and patience made him a good teacher, and, when you needed to talk or vent, he was an even better listener.

    It was one day when you were up on the roof that curiosity got the better of you. You were left with vague imaginings of what he looked like. Stunning eyes and a tall build, you had gotten to know him from a few conversations and you recognized that he hid himself from you out of fear for your reaction. You hoped to change that tonight. Your plan? You had a plan, at least part of one. You were going to mess up your form so much that he would have to come out and fix them for you, or you could just ask him to fix your form, as far as a plan went it wasn’t a great one but hopefully it would work.

    “I see you’ve forgotten your hand positions again.” You heard him land on the roof before he made that teasing comment. Bashfully you look down at your grip and could see where you went wrong.

    “Bad habits take a while to correct.” You tell him with a slight shrug as you adjust your grip on the wooden handle.

    “So, besides your bad habits, what are we working on tonight?” You look to where you knew him to be and back to the wooden sword in your hands.

    “Honestly, I was really hoping to learn how to do the kata sword thingy.” You could hear him shift possibly out of discomfort as you turned your back to him. “I mean, I know I’m doing well with the sword training but if I want to get serious about appreciating the ways of ninjutsu then I thought that maybe I could get... to.... see....you.” You trailed off your shoulders sagging. You completely forgot about the original plan and although everything you said was true, you were afraid that you would scare your teacher away.

    “Is there nowhere that could teach you everything else you wish to know?” Leo asked, he was nervous, you could tell.

    “Sort of, they have some classes but they aren’t like working with you.” You blurted, holding the sword at your side.

    “You promise you won’t be afraid of me?” A feeling of triumph fills you as you turn and nod eagerly.

    “I promise, you’re one of the most level headed, patient, careful, patient, nicest people I’ve ever met. Did I mention how patient you are? Besides I’ve improved so much just by your excellent verbal instruction.” You stood your ground, improving your posture as you faced the outline of his shadowy form. “Imagine how much I would improve if you could show me.”

    With a resigned sigh Leo took a few careful steps from his hiding spot. The light caught his face first, and you watched with bated breath as your teacher revealed himself. A turtle like creature with a calm commanding attitude, his stance proper his eyes trained on you to determine your next move. Surprisingly, to him, you bowed.

    “Thank you, Leo. Or should I call you Sensei now?” You tease with a grin.

[galaxy-dusk]

@another-tmnt-writer I am SO sorry I took sooo long to get this done. I am editing the other 2 right now and I hope you enjoy it ♥ (I couldn’t upload it as an audio file because the file is too big)

[vulearanger]

How boys met their future S/O, spending time with them and confessed them. Part 1. LeonardoXReader.

Yeah... And forgive me for my english, i tried all my best. But i hope you''ll like it. Enjoy!

Leonardo

Leo never thought that at some day he would feel something like that. Never thought to be in love with you.

He found you on rooftop, sitting on the edge, listening the music at quite night. You were so relaxed, everything was so peaceful, so he a little bit forgot about about to hide.

Surprisingly, somehow you felt that you're not alone here and noticed someone from behind. Your eyes met, he was ready to hear the scream full of fear.

But you just stared at him, didn't say any word. And then your smile appeared on your face. That was the moment, when the blue leader felt some immediate spark.

Love from the first sight? Probably. But we all know Leo - he will shut his feelings until he figure out are they real and serious or not.

But despite his decision, he couldn't resist his desire to talk with you more and more. You were different, wasn't afraid of him, even was amazed, that flattered him a lot.

From that night, when he was on patrol, Leo visited you, you guys talked about a lot of topics, and the turtle felt, that he can be himself around you.

After a while you've become close. You respected his personal space, never wanted and tried to make him feel uncomfortable, for what he was greatful to you. And then you trusted him, letting him into your apartment, the only place you can be yourself.

He's the one, who makes a tea for you, usually it's a green tea, but he found so much sorts of it, it's a pleasure to taste them with you. Later you made some tradition for you both: when someone of you is upset or had a difficult day or it's your weekend, it's time to care for each other and a movie night.

Leo cares about you and trying all his best to make you relax. Well, obviously, he makes you your favourite tea(sorry fot tautology), then, if some part of your body hurts, he will make you a massage, will cuddle with you and make some jokes.

Probable, it would be difficult to imagine you both be together: you both are too different. Yet still you have something in common. You always lived alone, and that's why you used to handle with everything by yourself, yet can be lazy(who's not?). You can be loud, but, god, you're sincere laugh is amazing.

Now, you may think, that Leo completely in love. Yes, he really loved cuddling, touching you, he thought a lot about you when he was training, wanted to introduce you to his father. But he still wasn't sure about his feelings, even though he had a conversation with Mikey.

He relized that he loves you when you came back in tears after really stresfull day and opened to him fully. His heart contracted in pain, he immediately listened you closely, tightly hugging, and in the meantime time stoked your hair. He started to hate your tears and the one, who made you cry.

After that, he decided to talk with Splinter. That was a pretty difficult and long for him conversation, cause emotions wasn't his thing at all. But later he felt more confident about himself and soonly made a plan how to confess you. Planed a perfect date.

You let Leo come into your apartment anytime, whenever he want, and he used it to prepeare the dining hall for romantic date. Your favourite flowers in vase, red wine and your favourite food. Ah, what a wonderful romantic man~.

So, when you come, stood in shock, Leonardo took your hand and led in hall. To be honest, he wasn't worry about to be rejected, because he clearly saw, that your feelings are mutual.

You both stood in the middle of hall, Leo smiled and looked in your eyes, what embarrassed you a bit.

"Y/N, we've known each other long enough, I was here with you, you were with all the time, and now i can't even imagine my life without you, my dear", - he softly stroke yor cheek. - "I had to figure out about my feelings before say it, and now i can say. Y/N, i love you and want to be with you. I want us to be an official couple and introduce you to my family."

You couldn't not to smile at these words. You warped your hand around his neck and pull him closer to you. "That the most romantic words that i ever heard, Leo. And i want the same thing". You kissed him softly, felt, how strong turtles arms hold your waist, he kissed you back. "I love you, Leo, so much".

[kathrinehastings]

LeonardoxReader

Stress and Meditation

School had been hectic lately and it was really starting to get to you. You had a backpack full of homework and assignments that needed to be done and they were nowhere near complete. You felt overwhelmed and needed help making sense of it all. Sighing, you lifted your forehead off your desk and fixed your hair a bit before getting up. You put a pair of shoes on and crammed everything you needed into your backpack. Stuffing some pillows under your blanket, you tried to make it somewhat resemble a sleeping human and switched your bedroom light off. You slipped out of your bedroom window, closing it but not locking it and made your way down the fire escape and down the nearest manhole.

After walking in the sewer tunnels for a few minutes, you neared the entrance of the lair. As you walked in, you were greeted by Master Splinter, who had a teapot in one hand and book in the other.

"Good evening, (Y/N)." He gave a little bow using only his head. "It's been a long time since you've visited." "Hello Master Splinter. " You returned the little bow. "I know it's been a while. School has been pretty busy." "I see. So you've come here to take a break? Or maybe even celebrate?" "Actually..." You gave a nervous laugh. "I came here because I need help." "Ah." He smiled. "Well, Donatello is in his lab as usual. I'm not sure I'll be of any use to you." He said as he started walking to his room. You giggled. "Thank you, Master Splinter."

You hurried off to Donnie's lab and found him working on something small at his desk. You didn't want to startle him so you knocked lightly on the big metal door and cleared your throat. He looked up from his work, saw you and smiled.

"Hey (Y/N). Long time no see." He said as he stood up to hug you. "Hi Don." You gave him a little squeeze. "How have you been?" He released you and sat back down in his chair.

"Ugh..." You sighed. "Stressed." You hopped onto one of his open desks and sat cross-legged. "School has me drowning in heaps of homework and projects. I really think that they're out to get me."

Donnie laughed. "It can't be that bad. It's only high school."

You raised your eyebrows at him and paused before pulling you backpack off your back and dropping it from where you were sitting. It hit the hard concrete floor with a loud thud, making it sound like it was loaded with large rocks. Donnie's smile faltered.

He cleared his throat and frowned. "Have you been procrastinating again?"

"Oh my gosh, that was one time!" You cried, dropping your head in your hands.

"Twice, I believe."

You groaned extra loudly before lifting your head to look at him. "I promise this time I didn't procrastinate. Not even once. I've been trying so hard to keep up but it always gets extra busy this time of year." You dropped your head in your hands again. "I just need a break."

Donnie sighed and thought for a moment. "Okay, I'll help."

"Don. You don't have to." You said with your head still in your hands, making your voice sound weirdly muffled.  "That's not why I came down here." You said sheepishly.

"Oh, I know." He got up from his seat. "Trust me... We all know."

You groaned again and looked up at him with lidded eyes.

"I will help, but you need to get into the right mindset." He stepped up to where you were sitting and put your bag on the desk next to you. "You need to relax a little before we start." He looked at you expectantly. "Go... Refresh your mind."

"I think Master Splinter is busy."

"I wasn't talking about Master Splinter."

You sighed heavily. "You're doing this on purpose."

"Actually, this time I'm not." Donnie started clearing one of his desks. "He's in the dojo right now, meditating and like you said, Master Splinter is busy."

"Okay, fine." You hopped off the desk. "But only because you're helping."

He turned to you and smiled cheekily. "Have fun."

You scoffed and punched him playfully before walking out of the lab.

You started to feel nervous as you walked to the dojo. The thought of being alone with Leo made your heart race and your stomach do flips. You've liked him for quite some time now and everybody knew, except Leo obviously... you hoped. You walked through the lair and passed the entertainment area were you saw Mikey playing video games, yet he was too engrossed in his game to take note of you or your silent plea for help. You heard Raph's grunts from somewhere else in the lair, indicating that the was working out... And couldn't help you either. You whimpered softly and continued your 'long' journey to the dojo. 

You stopped just outside the door and noticed that it was open slightly. You peeked in, making sure that you weren't seen or heard. The lights were off but it wasn't dark. The dojo was bathed in soft yellow light coming from the many candles Leo had lit. It gave the room a warm, soothing feeling. Your eyes moved around the room and eventually fell on Leo. He had switched his weapons and armour for a simple, snug pair of sweatpants and he had his bare shell facing you, allowing you a full view of it without those huge straps or swords. The subtle flickering lights danced on the turtle's large shell, the light catching the raised edges and the shadows filling the deeper ridges. You stared at it for a while, marveling at how amazing it was and realising that they don't get to see how beautiful their shells could be... Unless they had, like, a mirror or something... But it probably just wouldn't be the same.

 You quietly stepped inside the dojo and walked closer to Leo, hoping that you wouldn't startle him.

"You can't sneak up on me."

You nearly jumped out of your skin. "Jeez, Leo." You held your hand over your heart as it felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. "I wasn't trying to."

He chuckled a bit. "Then what's with the creeping?"

You walked around to the front of him and noticed that he still had his eyes closed. "I was trying not to startle you."

He smiled, "As if you could ever take me by surprise."

He opened his eyes suddenly, staring at you intently. As if he knew exactly where to look to meet your gaze. His eyes were so blue, they were beautiful in the light that the candles were giving off. You held his gaze for a bit before pretending to study the candles, if you didn't look away you probably would have started to stare and creep him out.

"So..." You shifted your weight from foot to foot. "Donnie said that you could help me relax." You glanced at him nervously. "Help me clear my mind with, like, meditation and stuff."

"School working you too hard?"

"Yeah. Donnie said I need my mind to be fresh before I tackle the heap of work I have." You glanced at him before staring at your shoes.

"Well, you've come to the right place." He smiled. "Please. Sit." He gestured to the space in front of him and you sat quickly, crossing your legs. "Now. First, close your eyes." You did as you were told and shut them firmly. Leo looked at you and chuckled at how hard you had closed, your brows furrowed and your eyes scrunched up tightly.

"Not so hard. Just relax."

You loosened up a bit and tried to relax.

"Inhale deeply," He said softly. "and hold it for a bit."

You inhaled deeply and took in all of the different smells in the room. The first scent was of melted candle wax. It overwhelmed you a bit and almost completely drowned out any other smells, but then you caught his scent. Immediately your brain went blank and you felt yourself relax. A feeling of safety and calm washed over you and you sighed as you exhaled.

"Good." Leo exhaled as well. "Continue."

You repeated this exercise for a few minutes and felt a lot better. You cracked one eye open to look at Leo. He seemed to be in his own world, completely oblivious to the fact that you were still sitting there. You opened both of your eyes and studied him. He looked completely content to sit there for all eternity, just breathing. You watched him do his breathing exercise, how his torso seemed to expand when he inhaled and the rise and fall of his chest and shoulders.  Suddenly, you became all too aware of the fact that he was basically shirtless. You felt your face heat up and you tore your gaze away, only to look again a few moments later. You didn't want to start staring, so you wanted to ask him when this little session would end but you weren't quite sure how to do so... politely.

You thought for a moment. You couldn't just get up and leave. That would be rude. You didn't want touch him, you might startle him with the sudden contact so tapping on his knee or something would be out of the question.

You chewed on your bottom lip, and thought of something so silly, it might just work.

"... Leo." You whispered.

Nothing.

He didn't even flinch.

"Leo." You whispered a little louder but still nothing. "Leo!" You whisper-yelled.

He just sat there, borderline dead, save for the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. You leaned back and let yourself lie down, staring at the ceiling. You moved your arms up to cradle your head but accidentally knocked a stand in the process, sending a wooden bo-staff clattering to the floor.

You covered your face with your hands and cringed hard before peeking at Leo through your fingers, but he hadn't moved a muscle.

"What?!" You said, a little too loudly... Or thought it was too loud but it clearly wasn't because Leo had still not moved.

You gave up.

You sat up straight and cupped your face in your hands, your elbows resting on your knees. You frowned at him, before crawling towards him slightly. You sat back on your legs and leaned forward a little, waving your hand in front of his face.

"Boo!"

You screamed and fell backwards onto the floor. Leo was laughing hard. A loud, hearty laugh that you could feel in your chest, the sound bringing butterflies to your stomach. You quickly tried to gain your composure, scrambling to get onto all fours and pounced on Leo, tackling him to the ground. He caught you, mid-tackle, and allowed himself to fall back gently, rocking you both back and forth on his shell. 

You squirmed in his grip but he wouldn't let you go. He just held you there, chuckling to himself.

"Well, you got me." You huffed. "Are you happy now?"

"Do you feel better now?" He smiled.

"Don't answer my question with another question."

"Why not?"

"Because..." You paused, realising what he did and started laughing. "Just let go of me."

He let go of you slowly and you managed to roll onto the floor without actually falling off of him and hurting yourself.

"I feel better," you said as you got to your feet. "but the thought of going back to my homework makes me tired."

He chuckled. "How about you leave it for tonight then?" He stood up quickly for someone with a large shell on their back. "You could come back down tomorrow."

"Maybe I will."

He seemed to perk up when you said that. You smiled at him and moved to leave the dojo, but turned around again.

"Thanks." You said, playing with your hair nervously.

"Any time." He smiled.

"I'm... I'll probably head home after getting my stuff," You glanced a your watch quickly and noticed that it was getting quite late. "so... I'll see you tomorrow?" You glanced at your watch again, only just realising that it was well after midnight. "Or later, technically."

"Yeah... Later." He chuckled.

You smiled and gave him a little wave before heading back to Donnie's lab.

You walked into the lab with a slight skip in your step and a huge smile on your face.

"Hey, Don?" You called out. "It's getting pretty late and I think I should head home. I'm gonna need the sleep if I'm gonna tackle all of this work soon."

Donnie looked up from his desk and adjusted his glasses. "Did Leo help at least?"

You hoped that Donnie didn't notice the slight blush that crept up onto your face. "Yeah, a little." You said with a nervous chuckle. 

"Well, I managed to make you a schedule of sorts and left enough time for your procrastination too, don't worry." 

You groaned and rolled your eyes. "Don." You whined.

"I'm kidding, (Y/N)." He laughed. "We can continue tomorrow, if you'd like?" He gathered up your things not noticing your vigorous nodding. "Wait, you are coming tomorrow, right?"

"Hmm hmm." You hummed in agreement as you took your heavy backpack from him.

"Of course you're coming tomorrow. Why wouldn't you..." He mumbled just loud enough for you to hear.

"Donnie."

He smirked and ruffled your hair. "Night kiddo. Sleep tight." 

You huffed in annoyance and tried to fix your hair, grumbling a goodnight as he went back to his work. Walking out into the main area of the lair you noticed Leo waiting at the entrance, dressed in his gear and looking ready to leave.

"Leo?"

"Oh hey. Master splinter asked me to make sure you get home safe." He smiled. 

"Oh... That's nice if him." You looked behind you and you could have sworn you saw the tip of his tail disappear around the corner.

"Here, let me take that." 

Your attention shifted back to Leo when he gently took your backpack from you. "Thanks." You smiled.

He returned your smile and headed out. You were about to follow when Donnie popped up out of nowhere and whispered in your ear.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

You gasped. "Donatello!"

----

"Thanks for walking me home, Leo." You  climbed through your window and put your backpack down, trying not to make too much noise. 

"No problem, (Y/N)." He stayed outside on the fire escape, making sure to stay in the shadows.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow." You said without making eye contact.

"Yeah..." He trailed off.

You watched him as he shuffled around nervously, clearly wanting to say more and not making any move to leave. Slightly confused, you moved closer to the window and when he didn't say anything, you spoke first.

"Um... Do you want to come inside?"

This seemed to make whatever he was going though even more problematic. He tensed and glanced at you a few times before shaking his head.

"I'm really not very good at this." He mumbled.

Now you were even more confused. You stepped over the windowsill and sat on it, facing Leo. "Leo," You placed a hand on his forearm and squeezed gently. "what's going on? What are you not good at?"

"Asking you out."

You froze.

"W-What?" Now you were sure that you somewhat resembled a tomato and your eyes were the size of dinner plates. "Me?" He chuckled at your strange question and you mentally face palmed. "I mean..." You shook your head trying to shake your thoughts into place. "Yes!" You said a little too enthusiastically. "I meant yes." 

"Great. I'll talk to you tomorrow." He smiled and started to move away but turned around quickly and gave you a peck on the cheek.

"Wait a minute.... Who told you?" You asked him with a skeptical look.

He paused on the railing of the fire escape and grinned, keeping his back to you. "Splinter." And then he was gone.

"I knew it."

****

Sooo... This was my first attempt at a "X reader" kinda thing so forgive me if its crappy. I really wasn't sure how to do this because I didn't want to give the reader too much of a personality. I wanted to leave her fairly neutral because I didn't want anyone to read it and be like "ugh, I would never to that!"... But I did give her a little bit of substance here and there.

I am open to CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, because, like my sister says, I am a fragile piece of cheese. So please leave a comment...

Thank you so much for your support

Love Kat ❤

[aiswrites]

Hopeless (LeonardoXFem!Reader)

The problem with having feelings for a giant mutated turtle was that, quite obviously, that you couldn’t exactly tell anyone.

You doubted that the ‘Dear Deardrie’ column in the housewives’ magazines would entertain the idea  and, even if it was taken with a grain of seriousness, there was even less probability that it would be published. Good Ol’ Deardrie would have a right old laugh with her editors and it would be chucked into the trash with all of the other hopeless letters that were too ridiculous to publish. Ridiculous, maybe. But a problem was still a problem, and yours was a serious one, damnit!

You cursed Deardrie and her imaginary  ridicule as you sipped on your tea.

The thing was, you couldn’t quite pinpoint when the infatuation started. There had been rumours of vigilantes circulating the city for weeks and because of the kink you had for the ‘superhero’ type, it got your blood going. The mystery captivated you. Plus, the thought that there was a group of muscular hunks dishing out justice nearby just made it harder to ignore. The idea of the vigilantes snowballed until you were completely enamoured with them. So you took to watching the city.

As soon as you came home, you’d make your way up to the roof and wait. You’d let your eyes scan over the rooftops and any movement made your heart leap and your breath hitch. It was only a matter of time before these 'defenders of the innocent’ passed through your neighbourhood, you reasoned. One day you wanted to catch them.

Weeks passed. There were never any sightings but your visits to the roof had become so routine that you couldn’t imagine unwinding anywhere else. The distance between you and the city below was the best kind of escapism for you, as long as you didn’t remember how high up you were, that is.

It was a Thursday evening. The sun was dipping below the horizon and the remaining rays were reflecting off the windows of the buildings around you, bathing the rooftop in a warm amber glow. You adjusted your blanket and supressed a yawn. The day had been particularly difficult for you and the only thing that had spurred you on during your daily trials was the knowledge that you could sit on the roof with the warmest of blankets and the latest bestseller. Bliss.

A muffled moan yanked your eyes from the page and over to the corner of the roof. Oh God, I hope I haven’t been roof-sharing with some horny teenagers, you’d sighed. You deliberated whether you should interrupt or not. After a minute of wondering, you coughed loudly to at least let them know that you were there.

No one popped their head up or made any sort of noise back. You waited a little longer before gathering the courage to call out to them. Again, nothing.

You were begining to wonder if you had heard anything at all, when there was a hiss. Oh, shit, that’s never a good thing. You started to pack up your things so that you could get away from the creepy hissy thing when a strangled cry made you stop in your tracks.

That was pain. Someone was hurt. And since you were seemingly the only other person on the roof, you were the only one that could help. Maybe you could wave to someone in the buildings around you, but since they were all offices and it was just after nine P.M, the chance was pretty slim.

You looked around for a weapon. Spying a broken door bar, you gripped it tightly as you made your way over to the source of the noise. Sure, you couldn’t fight for toffee, but if you looked like you could, then maybe the potential threat would think twice. Hopefully. The thought made you grip the bar tighter.

It felt as though ice was working its way through your veins as you approached the fire escape on the side of the building. You had no idea what to expect, nor did you have any idea what to do if someone was hurt. Your cellphone was back in your apartment - where it always was during your evening ‘wind-downs’. You cursed your thoughtlessness.

Nothing could have prepared you for what lay on the fire escape. Your eyes grew wide and your breath escaped you as your mind struggled to digest what was in front of you. The bar fell from your hand with a clatter.

It was a turtle. A giant turtle. Huge. With a shell and everything. Your mind boggled and repeated the same scrambled words over and over.

It clutched at an open, angry wound on it’s chest and it was only when it’s pained eyes met yours that your thoughts suddenly became coherent again. Regardless of what creature it was, it needed your help. And this wasn’t a simple 911 call, either.

In an attempt to soothe the creature you knelt beside it and murmered meaningless things about how it would all be ok. You almost choked when it interrupted you with a quiet “Ma’am, please, I need your help…”.

When you confessed that you didn’t know how, it motioned to it’s belt and asked you to call “Don”. The hesitation must have shown on your face because it did it’s best to smile encouragingly.

“It’ll be ok.  I just need you to take the Shell Cell from my belt. I can’t let pressure off this, or I promise I would do this myself and not put you in this position - it works exactly as you’d expect it to. You’ll be fine.” It gasped the last few words out which kicked you into action. You pulled the device from the compartment and called ‘Don’.

“Shell, Leo, where are you? You’re late, man.”

“I-uh. There’s been an accident.”

A pause.

“Who is this?”

You glaced back at who you assumed was Leo, who was now resting his head back on the metal grid.

“Um, hang on. Please.”

You held the phone to his head and motioned for him to speak. He nodded and rattled of some co-ordinates and codewords before nodding at you to close the cell again.

You replaced it in the pouch and sat awkwardly beside him.

A moment passed as you ran through everything you could do to assist.

“Oh!” you exclaimed and leapt to your feet, startling Leo. “My blanket, wait there.”

Leo smiled weakly. “Not going anywhere.”

You returned with the blanket and asked him if he wanted it to wrap around the wound or use it as a pillow. He cautiously lifted a hand and reached for the blanket, muttering that he should contain the bleeding. His efforts to move only caused him to wince and growl from the pain.

“Here, let me.” You moved forward, taking the end from his hand.

“Thank you, again.” He heaved himself up with a hiss and you passed the ends behind him and tied them tightly.

“Can I get you anything else? My apartment is just several levels down…”

“I’m fine, Ma’am, thanks. My brothers will be here soon.”

You nodded.

“I’m ____, by the way. There’s no need for the formalities.”

Leo opened his eyes slightly and looked at you from the corners. “Leonardo. A pleasure.”

“It’s all mine. So, uh, forgive me, but what are you doing on the roof?”

“My job. I miscalculated, however and here I am.”

“Your job? What would that be?” You wondered what a giant talking turtle could possibly do in the city.

“My brothers and I, we’re ninjas. Make sure the streets are safe; that the bad guys don’t win and that the world is safe from evil.”

You stared at him, wondering if he was kidding or not. The penny took a while to drop and when it did, the excitement rushed through you. This was one of the vigilantes! You had forgotten all about them - in fact you’d started to believe that they were just another fabrication by the press to give the public hope. But here was one! And his name was Leonardo!

Slightly starstruck, you sat gaping at him as he lay with his eyes closed. A series of thumps on the roof behind you pulled you from your reverie.

”Leo?”

“Bro, you here?”

“Guys?” Leonardo tried to sit up quickly and gave a cry of regret when he did so.

You sat in a stunned silence as three other humanoid tutles ran across the roof to where you sat with Leo.

“Whooooa, who’s the chick, Leo? You holdin’ out on us? ‘Sup babe, I bet you ain’t ne-”

“Mikey, shut your shell or I swear to God…”

“Guys, I need to you lift Leo, he’s in a bad way. He’s lost a lot of blood.”

The turtle with a purple mask looked at you. “How long has he been like this? When did you find him? Was it you that called me?”

Don, I presume.

“I found him about thirty minutes ago. And yes, that was me,” you replied. “Can I do anything?”

“We have it from here. Thank you for your help. It goes without saying that we really need you to not tell anyone about this.”

Leonardo mumbled something from the arms of the other two.  The turtle with the red bandana turned towards you.

“Yeah, we know where ya’ live, so none of the funny stuff, ya’ hear?”

You promised and they left without so much as a backward glance.

After that, you would see glimpses of Leonardo. Just a silhouette on a rooftop as you made your way around the city. His occasional sightings happened so frequently that it was impossible to forget about him. Impossible.

The brief meeting you had with the hero you had already built up in your mind did nothing to dampen the crush that was developing. You’d find yourself zoning out and daydreaming about him: his eyes; his mannerisms; the grace with which he ran across the rooftops.

You were a lost cause, you concluded. He was a turtle; you were a human and no amount of ‘Dear Deardrie’ could help you now.

It was a few months before he approached you. You always tried to make yourself available should they ever need you again - not that you assumed that they would. But you had hoped that if Leo especially was in the area, he’d remember your rooftop and be able to just drop by and see you. A foolish hope, you thought. But the ‘schoolgirl within’ never let it drop and you often found yourself back on the rooftop with a book.

You were lost in a particularly corny romance novel (not that you’d ever admit it to anyone) when you thought you heard a soft ‘thud’ behind you. Your eyes lingered on the page, trying to absorb the mush that was written there and mentally replacing ‘Hunky McHunkerton”‘s name with Leo’s.

“You know, you’re gonna hurt your eyes doing that.”

You yelped and dropped the book, whipping your head round to the source of the voice.

Leonardo chuckled and picked the book up before you could understand what was happening.

“What have we here?” he asked, amused as he flicked through the pages, “My rescuer has a penchant for lovey-dovy smut?”

“Rescuer?” You spluttered, choosing to ignore the comment about the book. “I think you’re giving me too much credit.”

“I’m not.” He closed the book and handed it back to you. “Donnie said I would have died if you hadn’t called. So I’m here to thank you.” He bowed low. “Arigatōgozaimasu. I owe you my life.”

“It’s ok. I mean… I’m glad that you’re alive.”

He grinned. “Me too.”

A moment passed before you broke the silence.

“Would you like me to go get us some tea or something? That is, if you’re not in a hurry?”

“Well, I’m supposed to be on patrol so I-,” he thumbed over his shoulder at the city behind him but trailed off, seemingly conflicted, “I… I’d love to.”

“Are you sure?”

“It would be my pleasure, Ma’am.” He smiled and bowed again.

“I’ve told you about that.” You laughed. “I’ll be back in a minute. Wait here.”

“Of course, ___.” You heard him chuckle as you left.

[someonefromabove]

Hi! I LOVE your stuff! I have a question, do you think the guys would like having their shells scratched? I heard that some turtles like it and I was wondering if the boys would like it too. Thanks love!

Hiiii there! Thank you so much for your compliment! 🥰🥰🥰 I‘m very glad that you like my writings. And just fyi, I‘ll try to answer more frequently in the future. It’s just that my training (there isn’t quite the right word for Ausbildung in english...it’s like you learn for 2-3 years a special profession/job which you pass with a final exam at the end of it) is very busy at the moment and I have to learn a lot of paragraphs and stuff at the moment. But by the middle of November, when I had my verbal midterm exam, I can answer again like no one has ever seen :D

Also, to answer your question:

I think, all of them would like it. They‘d all have their preferences though. I can imagine, that you could scratch Raph and Mikey’s shell a bit harder than Donnie and Leo‘s shell, especially during sexy times, if you know what I mean 😏. Also, it depends on the situation and the mood they’re in. If they had a rough day, they‘d all prefer a light and loving scratch on their shell. I can see Donnie falling asleep while you scratch his shell, maybe because he can finally relax after he was working too much again on a project of his. Leo would most likely just relax and maybe combine it with a good and long mediation. And well...for our boys Raph and Mikey...I think this would turn hot and steamy 99% of the time, because they just love your touch so much! And they can’t keep their hands off of you! I hope, you like the answer! 😊

[tmntreasures]

Prom Night (Leonardo)

Prompt: A boy at your high school, named George, has asked you out; not because he likes you, but because you were his last option. Obviously, you turn him down since you have a turtle boyfriend who was going to meet with you behind the school. On the night of prom, you go outside to wait for your secret love. But the boy who had asked you out corners you outside and acts aggressive…

The whole situation still had you shaking from nervousness. No human boy had ever asked you out before, let alone spoken to you. So for George to not only approach you while you had been on your way to the lair, but to then ask you out had shaken you to the core. Obviously you had rejected him, but somehow you still felt guilt swimming in your gut; not because you had rejected the boy, but because you felt like you had somehow betrayed Leonardo.

It was such an odd feeling. You knew you had done nothing wrong or even gave the boy any hint that you knew he existed, but it something about the situation just made you feel gross. Perhaps it had been the way George scoffed at you when you had told him of you were taken already. Or the accusatory tone he had when he asked who you were dating. You had told him it was none of his business and quickly made your way to the sewers the moment he had stormed off.

The moment you entered the lair you made a beeline for the dojo. Leonardo had a habit of starting training as early as possible so he could hang out with you more, and it looked like you had arrived just as he was finishing up his session.

The blue turtle did not look at you as he struck at his imaginary opponent, his swords glimmering in the light. “Hey!” He said, acknowledging your presence as he struck again.

“Hey,” You returned the greeting, sitting down to watch him work.

Leonardo did not pause but he did glance at you. “You okay?” He asked. There had been something in your tone that sounded off. Clearly there was something on your mind.

At first you hesitated, but then reminded yourself that it was Leonardo. If anyone would be able to help, it was him. “Some boy called George asked me out to prom today.”

The turtle paused at the confession, his fingers gripping the katanas tightly for a moment before he resumed the form. “What'd you tell him?”

“That my boyfriend was taking me,” You couldn't help but smile at the mutant, your eyes never leaving his body. “It didn't sound like he believed me though. Either way, he left. But I thought you should know.”

Leonardo couldn't help but smirk, feeling his chest swell a little at the idea of you rejecting someone for him. He finally relaxed and sheathed his swords, panting a little as he made his way to you. “Thank you for sharing that with me,” he smiled before taking a seat next to you. “Though it sounds weird he didn't believe you.”

You nodded, hugging your knees to your chest. “The whole thing's weird. I only have one class with him and even then I've never spoken to him. I don't even think we've been in a group project together.”

At that information Leonardo frowned. Now something definitely sounded weird about this Chris character. “But he still asked you out?”

“Yeah...” You mumbled as your brain tried to think of why George picked you. “I think...he just didn't wanna go alone. But he couldn't find anyone else to go with him so he tried me?” You shrugged and continued, “I mean, I don't really talk to the guys in my school because I got you. So maybe he thought I was single because of that?”

He hummed and tapped his chin in thought, “Maybe.” Although he did not have any social experience with other teenagers outside of his family and you, there was something about the exchange you had with George that just didn't feel right. It wasn't that he was jealous a human boy found you attractive, you were gorgeous after all, but he never once felt threatened or worried that you would leave him for someone else.

Leonardo knew you had a life on the surface and sometimes that would involve you interacting with the opposite sex. If he got angry every time you spoke to a human boy, he would have blood pressure issues. No, it was something else entirely that sounded threatening. Perhaps it was the way that Chris reacted when you had rejected him.

“Well I'm definitely going to your school now,” he finally spoke. Anytime his gut gave him a hint that a bad situation was about to appear, he listened and took no chances. It was a skill he had learned to master quickly, especially as leader. Now that this involved you, there was no way in hell he was going to take any chances.

You frowned at him. When they had announced the prom date you had asked the turtle if he would be willing to go. Obviously he wouldn't be able to go into the building, but if he could meet you outside or on the roof top, then the two of you could have your own private prom night. The mutant turtle had been hesitant about it for a while, but now that he was confirming his attendance it made your gut twist in guilt. “Are you sure? I don't want you to go because you feel like you have to, Leo.”

“I'm not,” He admitted, staring you in the eyes to show off his honesty. “I was going to surprise you today by telling you I was gonna go anyway.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, “Besides. I really want to see what you'll look like in a dress.”

“Aww, Leo.” You smiled before planting a kiss on his cheek. “I know you'll like the color,” you hinted with a wink.

He gave you an incredulous look and smirked. “It's blue isn't it?”

Your smile grew wider, “Maaaybe.”

The turtle chuckled and pulled you in close. “Well, how'd you know I wouldn't prefer green? Or yellow?”

“Because I just do,” you smacked his arm playfully and pulled away from him. “Go shower, you're all sweaty.”

He grinned mischievously before wiping his moist head against your neck. When you recoiled and tried wiping his sweat off your skin he shrugged. “Oops. Guess you gotta go with me.”

You laughed and tried to push him but he hopped out of the way. “All you had to do was ask!” You called after him as you chased after the turtle through the lair.

The glorified party had been going on for a few hours before you started to feel lonely. You had gone with your friend, but seeing all the dancing couples made you long for your own secret date. As if on cue, your phone buzzed, revealing a message from Leonardo.

“I'll be outside. Come out when you're ready,” It read.

You smiled from ear-to-ear and went to get one more cup of punch. The moment the drink hit your tongue it tasted bitter. “Euch!” You managed to swallow the tiny bit you had tasted, but held the rest of it out as if it were moldy. “What's wrong with this?”

Your friend overheard you and poured herself a glass, taking a sip. “Oooh!” Her eyes widened in realization and she pointed at the beverage. “It's spiked! Someone put alcohol in the punch!”

You looked down at the drink, completely perplexed. It had been fine when the party started; someone must have added the alcohol recently. A sudden cold chill ran over your body and you could feel someone's eyes on you. Every fiber of your body told you not to look for the source, but a part of you wanted to confirm your suspicions.

Staring at you through the crowd of teenagers was George. Your blood ran cold and your knees tightened as if preparing for a long sprint. The human boy did not break the gaze as he took a long drink from his red solo cup. Although you couldn't prove it, your gut told you he was the one who had altered the school's beverage. Any hint of fear from you would give him the upper hand. You had to take a stance to show some courage or else he may not let this up. Unfortunately, the only thing you could think of was deliberately throwing the drink out before you finally turned away to break his stare.

As you walked towards the back of the school, dipping underneath any block they had set up to keep the students out, you couldn't help but feel like you were being followed. Every time you looked back, however, no one was there. The only thing that kept you calm was knowing who was waiting for you outside in the shadows.

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Leonardo had perched himself on one of the few trees behind the large building. Every part of him felt giddy as he waited for you to appear. Although the risk of getting caught was high, when it came to you he was willing to take the risk. Besides, it was just one night and luckily the school had planted a few trees; if he needed to, he could hide among the leaves.

The sound of an old door creaking open caught his attention. The light from the building spilled out on the blacktop and his heart raced at the sight of you. He had never seen your hair done that way before and the blue dress you wore seemed to accentuate your features. The smile on his face quickly turned to confusion when a second figure followed you.

“First you don't like me, now you don't like my drinks?”

When the human boy barked at you, Leonardo wanted nothing more than to jump down and sucker punch him. However, the ninja trusted you could handle yourself and kept himself planted on the branch. Only when you needed help would he interject.

“I don't even know you,” You answered, trying to sound as bored as you could. The boy had followed you out so quickly and quietly. Had you been so focused on seeing Leonardo that you didn't notice the boy following you?

George scoffed and smiled. “When does that matter? Everyone is here with someone. My friend is with some chick he never spoke to. Stop being stuck up!”

You narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your arms. “First off, I have a boyfriend. And even if I didn't, I wouldn't be caught dead with a prick like you.” Your own tone surprised you, but the adrenaline pumping through your veins was giving such a boost of confidence. You hoped it would be off-putting and that the boy would back off.

Unfortunately, the alcohol was potent on his breath and he stepped forward. “Who are you, huh? Thinkin' you're better than me?” The boy grabbed your arms and squeezed tightly as he began to shake you.

The moment Leonardo saw the boy grab you he acted. He landed behind the boy and kicked the side of his leg, striking the nerve that made it temporarily useless. Once his body began to cripple and bend forward, the mutant grabbed his arm and turned him so his knee could collide with his soft gut. The impact not only knocked the wind out of your attacker but it made him pass out. Very swiftly, he scooped the limp body in his arms and carried him back to the school, tossing him inside the hallway before closing the door.

As soon as the light disappeared he was in front of you. “Are you okay?” He asked, his fingers running over your arms gingerly as he tried to asses the damage.

“Y-yeah,” you nodded and panted. Your heart was racing and your breathing became a little erratic. The whole situation had happened so fast that your mind was still trying to process what happened.

Leonardo stared down at you and recognized the behavior. He squeezed your shoulders firmly and stared into your eyes. “Hey. Are you okay?” He asked again, more firm this time.

Everything went still and you finally felt like you could think straight. George had tried to attack you; you remember smelling the alcohol on the boy's breath. Your arms began to throb from the pain left by him; but in that pain, you recognized the three-fingered hands on your shoulders. Leonardo had stopped George before things got worse. The large mutant turtle was here, right now, with you. In the end, that was all that mattered.

“Yeah. I'm okay.” You smiled up at him.

He stared at you for a moment before finally letting out a sigh of relief. His arms wrapped around your smaller body and pulled you in for a hug. For now he just wanted to keep you close, relieved he was there to stop the human boy from going any further. There was a small pang of guilt that he should have intervened sooner, but he quickly pushed it aside. You were alive and there was no fatal injury. Everything was okay now.

“You like my dress?” You asked, trying to change the atmosphere to a happier one.

Leonardo was taken aback by the question, forgetting where the two of you were for a moment. “It's pretty,” He finally smiled, pushing you gently back so he could finally look at you. “But you were already beautiful before you put it on.”

Your cheeks turned a bright pink at his compliment and you giggled as you were rendered speechless for the moment.

He smiled, a little proud he make you feel good with just words and nodded down to himself. “Sorry I'm a little under-dressed.”

“You're perfectly fine, Leo.” You managed to find words. Although muffled, you could hear the slow beat and smooth voice of a song being played. You looked up at him expectantly, knowing this was the start of the rest of the night.

Had he been watching this on a screen, he would have complained about how cheesy this scene would be; after all, what were the odds of a slow song playing after such an intense moment? But life had a funny way of being cliché at times.

Leonardo chuckled and offered a hand out to you. “I'm just going to warn you now: I may have two left feet.”

Without hesitation you grabbed his hand, smiling as he slid his other hand onto your waist. “Good thing it's a slow song then.” He was too tall for you to wrap your arms around his neck, so you resorted to putting them on his chest.

“Thank you,” you said just as the two of you began to sway in-time with the song.

He looked down to make sure he wasn't going to step on your feet. “You don't need to thank me for that.” He frowned and shook his head. “If I'd known he was going to come at you like that, I would've come in sooner. I'm sorry.”

You flicked at his rough skin to get his attention. The moment those blue eyes met yours you smiled. “It's not your fault, Leo. The guy was crazy, you couldn't have known.”

For a moment his mind began to reel at what could have happened had he not been there on time. What the boy could have done to you, what you could have done to the boy, if anyone would have come out to help you. When he felt the panic start to settle in he stopped and took a deep breath to calm himself. He had been there and you were safe now.

Everything was okay.

“Hey,” You tugged on one of the tails of his bandanna to get his attention. The moment he turned to you, you got on your tip-toes and brushed your lips against his. “Thanks for coming tonight.”

He smiled and bent down to return the gesture, making sure it lasted longer. “Well you know I wouldn't do this for just anybody.”

“Oh, lucky me,” You giggled.

For the rest of the night you both were lost in each other's company. There was no longer a George, there had no longer been an attack. It was just you and Leonardo and that made you perfectly content.

[readersandtmnt]

Dancing

Leo

Loves dancing when he’s close to you, he’ll lead you into a waltz or some dance where you feel like a Disney Princess. He’s less reluctant than Donnie to dance silly with you, but still not his first choice. But if his brothers are around you will have to distract him from them.

[someonefromabove]

how about the boys reaction when they find out their friend can water bend?

Oh my god, they love it! Like, for the first few weeks after they discovered your powers, you won’t have any time alone, because at least one of them is always around to watch you bend or to ask you tons of questions (that part mostly comes from Donnie or Mikey). Leo will be in awe and often watch you silently while you show your powers. To him it is almost hypnotizing and he‘ll want to ask you to bend a little while he meditates, because he can relax a lot when he hears these sounds. Raph will want you to destroy as many things as possible. I mean who could blame him? Water can be very dangerous and this is an excellent way for you to defend yourself! Donnie will try to find an explanation for it. Our little genius has to understand how you can bend water and if there’s the possibility to control other elements and if even they could do it. Believe me, you’ll spend a lot of time in his lab for his many tests he‘ll do on you. Mikey on the other hand just enjoys your powers as they are like you do. Sure, he‘ll constantly ask questions on what you can or cannot do, but other than that you’re still the same person to him. The only thing that changes is that he‘ll tell you everything he knows about his comics of superheros who have the same power as you.

[someonefromabove]

A/N: Dear anon, headcanons are always welcomed on my blog! Also, I know how you feel, love...a few years back I had depression and anxiety myself, but I kicked their asses and I hope I can help you with this little post. If you wanna talk or something feel free to message me! I‘ll send you all my love and motivation that I have! ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: LeoxReader, RaphxReader, DonniexReader, MikeyxReader

Warnings: none

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Leonardo

Going to bed:

„Good evening, my love. I hope that you had a wonderful day and that you had a lot of fun. I just wanted to remind you to go to bed early tonight, so that you can have a proper sleep. If something‘s up, you can call me anytime you want, right? I love you and I wish you a good night. Love, Leonardo“

Waking up:

„Good morning, honey! I dreamt about you tonight and woke up with a feeling that today will be a great day for you. So please, don‘t waste any opportunities and get up on time so you won‘t be late, alright? I hope, that you had a great night and that you‘ll have a perfect day. I‘ll text you again soon, I promise! Love, Leonardo.“

Raphael

Going to bed:

„Hey babe. Just wanted to check on ya, ’cause ya said ya need help with goin‘ to bed early. So...here I am. Uh...I‘m not good with words and ya know that. Hope ya had a nice day? Mine was okay, I guess. Would‘ve been better, if I had spent it with ya. But I‘ll see ya soon, I promise! Well, I hope that ya will have a good night. Call me, if anything’s off, okay? Love ya. Raph“

Waking up:

„Morning princess. I know, it‘s early...but ya have to get up and get ready. Today won‘t be as hard as ya think it‘ll be, Y/N. I promise ya that one. Also, I‘m not a morning person myself, but the fact that you’re out there awake makes me get up in no time! I know, I know...that one‘s cheesy as hell...promise me, ya won‘t tease me about it? Anyway, I wish ya a nice day wherever ya have to go. Love ya. Raph“

Donatello

Going to bed:

„Hi there, sweetheart. How was your day? I wish you could‘ve visited me today. I have a new invention just waiting for you to be tried out! But take your time, alright? It‘s already late and you should go to bed now. Having enough sleep is very important for your health and I want you to be as healthy as possible! If you can‘t sleep, you could always try to meditate or listen to some soft music. Or...you could call me, of course! I hope, that your night will be refreshing and calm. Good night, I love you, dear. Kisses, Donatello“

Waking up:

„Good morning, dove! Tell me, how was your night? Did you sleep well? Did you have any dreams? I know, you probably don‘t want to get up, but you‘ll have so much fun today! Also please make sure to eat a proper breakfast and drink enough throughout the day. I don‘t want you to pass out, because of dehydration or lack of energy. Tonight you‘ll have to tell me everything you did today, alright? I have to go now, training is starting in five minutes and I can‘t be late. I love you very much. Your loving Donatello“

Michelangelo

Going to bed:

„’Sup, Y/N? You good? Alright, I just finished my new game and looked at the time and decided to text my favorite person im the whole world! Yeah, yeah, that‘s you! Hehe...well...it‘s definitely time to go to bed, even if there‘s so much we could do together right now! But...no...Donnie always says we need enough sleep to survive. Funny, ‘cause he‘s always the one with the least amount of sleep. Looool. Anyway, we both have to go to sleep now, so don‘t let the bedbugs bite! Good night, sleep tight! XOXO Mikey“

Waking up:

„Good morning, sunshine! I hope, you slept well! I had suuuuch a crazy dream this night. I‘ll definitely have to tell you about it later. But you have to get up, right? You‘re so lucky to be able to go wherever you want, whenever you want...I wish I could do that. So please, go and visit as many different places as you can today, please! You have to tell me about everything later. For now, I wish you a wonderful and sunny day, angelcakes! Love you more than you could imagine! XOXO Mikey“

[someonefromabove]

TMNT x artist!reader

A/N: Thank you very much for your request ☺️ I hope you‘ll enjoy! Sorry, if some of them are short or maybe a bit confusing. I‘m still learning and well...there are often words or phrases that I know that don‘t exist in the english language and I really give my best :D I would love to hear your opinions!

Pairing: LeoxReader, RaphxReader, DonniexReader, MikeyxReader

Warnings: none

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Leonardo

„Hey, honey.“, he greeted as he walked into your appartment. He always loved being here. It was quiet (because his brothers weren‘t here), you decorated it modestly, which he liked, and most importantly it smelled like you. A wave of comfort hit him, when he entered your art room.

You were always drawing or sketching in some way and Leo loved that about you. It was like seeing different dimensions, when he looked at your art and he instantly felt calmer. „Hi, Leo.“, you smiled and walked towards him to kiss him. „What are you working on?“, he asked and looked around. He knew all of your paintings and at first he didn‘t see something new. „Oh, I just finished it. Do you want to see it? It‘s a gift for you.“, you told him and his eyes widened. A gift for him? But why?

„Don‘t worry, it‘s not for any special occasion.“, you laughed and showed him your painting. On it were you and Leo looking at each other amorously. He smiled as he saw it and looked at you. „This is beautiful, love. Thank you very much!“, he said and kissed you passionately.

Maybe you should paint him more often...

Raphael

At first you could think that Raph wasn‘t interested in art. That he was only thinking about training, fighting and being angry. But that wasn‘t always the case. When he was with you, his hidden soft side showed and he was calm and cuddly.

Because of that he also loved you and your art. It meant something to him and he always thought of you when he looked at it. Also, he was creative in his own way, when he was knitting. Your wardrobe was full of sweaters, scarves and socks, knitted by your loved one.

Raph entered your art room with a smile. He saw you, sitting on your desk and drawing, and thought about how lucky he was to have you. Your art was priceless in his eyes and anyone who said otherwise almost ended up with a black eye from your boyfriend. He would always defend you and your work, because you were his everything and nothing could change that.

Donatello

Donnie wasn‘t often in your art room. Not because he didn‘t like it or didn‘t care about what you were doing, but he was always busy in his lab. You didn‘t mind though. He had his peace working with his inventions and you had yours in your art room.

But boy, when Donnie walked into your room, you didn‘t expect him to be in such an awe. Of course he knew about your talent and he already saw a few sketches here and there, but this? This was like an art museum to him.

„You really did all of this by yourself?“, he asked and looked at you. You nodded shyly. „Do you like it?“ „Like it? Dove, I love it! All of it! I mean, look at the details on this one! It‘s like looking on a photo!“, he smiled and pointed towards one of your paintings. „Thank you, Donnie.“

From that moment on, he visited your home more often. When he needed a break from his failed inventions or from his brothers, you knew where to find him. And even sometimes if you weren‘t at home, you could tell that he was there, because you‘d find some poptard crumbles on your floor.

But you didn‘t mind. He enjoyed your art and you could‘t care less.

Michelangelo

When Mikey found out about your art room, he was even more hyper than ever. His girl was beautiful, smart and an artist!? He couldn‘t be happier!

In the meantime your art room wasn‘t only your room anymore. Mikey was a little artist himself and enjoyed drawing and painting just as much as you did. So in the end both of your art ended up hanging on the walls of your art room. You two spend very much of your alone time in your art room, sometimes even working together at the same painting for hours.

When Mikey first entered your room, his eyes filled with excitement. He loved your colorfull work and this room was full of it! Unlike the sewer walls, which were gray and old and mostly dirty. That‘s why he visited your room as often as he could. Being in it was like a dream for Mikey. He felt like he belonged there, no one would scream or hurt him. No, it was just you, him and all the colors.