#mm leo x reader

[wonderingpanda]

Remember back in high school the juiciest gossip was always about someone like-like-ing someone else? Will you write headcanons or something about the Mayhem boys hearing a rumor about someone (Reader) like-like-ing them? What would they do with this super important information?

I just really need some fluffy goofy high school shenanigans now-a-days.

Have You Heard?

MM!Turtles x Reader

This was so much fun to write. I loved adding hints of my own comedy and little cliches while giving each turtle their own individual story to follow. Thank you for the request, enjoy!

Leo

This was unexpected

Oh this was VERY unexpected

See Leo was a loser

He didn’t get to be cool, he didn’t get to be  smart, he didn’t get to be funny and he didn’t get the girl

At least that’s what he thought

According to April though, this was entirely inaccurate

According to April, you’d had a crush on him for the last month

Someone went a whole MONTH harbouring romantic feelings for him!

And not just anyone; his cool, pretty friend whom he had fallen head-over-heels for the first day they met

This was unbelievable!

Of course his brothers didn’t believe him

I mean, why would they? According to them, he naturally makes girls gravitate away from him

Now it’s not like you knew April told Leo this

You had simply shared the information during a sleepover and blindly trusted her

A bad choice really considering sharing news was her whole gig

Still you were none-the-wiser the next day as to why Leo was anxiously pulling at his shirt

Or why he avoided your eyes like the plague

Or why when you chose to sit next to him in geography he felt like his heart was about to erupt

You had no clue

So what was Leo to do in this situation?

Trust in April’s words and confess his feelings, risking the possibility of making things more awkward?

Or stay silent and let fate decide when was right, risking losing the chance to be with you forever?

It was a tough choice

But Leo’s a wimp so obviously he wasn’t going to say anything

That was until his brothers forced him to

Donnie had cleverly hacked his computer to send an email to you, asking you to meet in one of the art rooms

He in turn did the same to your computer and gave explicit times to ensure you both crossed over

It was believing those emails that lead you to to your current situation

Locked in an art room by April and Leo’s insufferable brothers, forced to wait it out until you found a way to escape

Heart pounding, mind racing and palms sweating

Leo knew exactly what they wanted out of you two and he had no idea how to do it!

So… Guess we’re stuck, in here … Seems like it’ll be a while- Did I upset you Leo? What, no!? Really? Cause you’ve been acting weird all day Not because of you! Well it sure seems like it’s because of me! How!? You literally made a point to stare at nothing but the ground the second I tried talking to you today! I was nervous! Why were you nervous!? Because I really like you! I really, really like you And I guess the thought that you might like me back is so thrilling it’s kind of terrifying But I-I don’t expect you to feel the same, I get this is probably off-putting with the green and the shell and the baldness- Leo! You grabbed his head and forced him to finally meet you face-to-face No tan, hair-covered, bare-backed guy could ever make me feel the way I do for you

You quickly kissed him and upon pulling away realised he had melted into a puddly, flustered mess

And you were released from the art room

Eventually

In the end it was a win-win

April got to succeed in her matchmaking schemes, you got to kiss the turtle of your dreams, Leo got a girlfriend and his brothers had something new to tease him about

Ok, so maybe it wasn’t a 100% win for Leo but close enough

Raph

Raph had met you first when he joined the wrestling club at school and you just so happened to be there

You also happened to be there when he tried out for the track team

And footy team

And basketball team

And cricket team

And just about every single sport he experimented with

For some reason you were consistently always there, always in his head with your stupid pretty face and swooshy hair and bright eyes and dumb little smile

GOD WHY WERE YOU ALWAYS THERE &$!#%!!??

Well… since you seemed to follow him everywhere Raph figured he may as well befriend you

And you two got along well, soon enough it seemed like he had found his new best friend

Also it may have turned out that you’d been widely involved in the school’s sport program for years but we don’t talk about that!

Anyhow, you guys stuck together pretty consistently

Always hanging out and goofing off, ranting about teachers and friends

In a weird way you were also each other’s therapists, being forced to be the reasonable one whenever the other was in a firey state

His brothers greatly appreciated it as it meant they had to deal with less violent endeavours from him

If only Donnie hadn’t been feeling so bored that day, maybe then he’d still be alive

Or at least have a chance of living to the next day

See you and Raph had just been chilling at your locker while you grabbed stuff for class

No biggie, the closest you contact you had was Raph’s arm being slightly around you

But when Donnie came around and saw you two he couldn’t think of a better way to brighten his day than to embarrass his brother in front of the girl he’d been talking about for weeks

So as he walked by he slyly turned to you two, eyebrows raised and commented “You two look comfy” before contently strutting off

Raph’s face blended in with his mask as he stared angrily at his brother’s back

I’m gonna kill him Don’t I have P.E with him today

Donnie ended up returning home with a LOT of bruises that day

But it was worth it for the information he managed to squeeze out of you

All which he spouted to Raph like a proud toddler

Raph didn’t believe him

He genuinely didn’t

No way you had a crush on him

You liked to watch him wrestle for the fight not the visuals

And the only reason you were insistent on having him at your locker every morning was so you had someone to talk to. You’d replace him with any of your friends if they arrived earlier

Also, the fact that you showed off your muscles to him at a swim competition was purely to brag and in no way hinting towards any feelings!

Raph knew you didn’t like him and he could prove it

So Donnie dared him to ask you

Then after regaining consciousness, told Raph he’d call him out for being a wimp if he didn’t

3 beatings in one day, way to go Donnie!

So Raph wasn’t feeling too psyched the next day when he was talking to you and noticed Donnie’s lingering gaze but a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do (terrible under other context but you get the point)

Ok Y/n, now this is totally random but stupid Donnie has been nagging me to ask you. Do you like me? Like, like-like me Donnie told you that? No he just wanted me to ask- Well he’s right Huh? He told me you feel the same way, I’m assuming you do After all it would make sense as to why you’re constantly displaying signs of high dopamine, noradrenaline, releases of phenethylamine and hormonal changes around me I don’t know what any of those words mean but I love you You turned to him with a genuine smile I love you too, but it has only been a few weeks so can we just take things a bit slow for now? Uh huh Awesome

You gripped the top of his plastron and pulled the lovestruck turtle into a small kiss

Sadly you were torn apart when an annoying voice called out from across the hall

I told you so!

He bolted, but at least you two had managed to get together. Raph may have actually killed Donnie otherwise

Donnie

You and Donnie were childhood friends, platonic besties, a power duo of friendship

There were no romantic feelings between you two AT ALL

…

So it started in maths

You, Donnie and Leo were being the ultimate nerd trio, figuring out equations and such when one of the annoying kids, Harvey, thought it would be funny to call out

Hey Donnie! Did you know Y/n likes you!?

Some kids started laughing and others talking while you sat there with your face beet red

Donnie’s face flushed as he stumbled over his words, desperately trying to defend you which he didn’t succeed well in

He did take note of your reaction to the whole scenario which peaked his interest

(Side note: Leo did slightly enjoy the whole thing, finally not the butt of the joke 😃)

After that day Donnie’s thoughts grew

He had pictured these scenarios a thousand times in his head but never had they felt so possible

Asking you out, you asking him out, going on dates, exchanging gifts, hugging, crying, kissing

Then it happened again, sort of

He and Raph were leaving class together

Easy, simple, completely normal

Till a random girl, who he recognised as your friend, yelled from behind

Donnie, do you like Y/n!?

He panicked. What was he meant to say?

He couldn’t say yes, what if you didn’t like him? But what if you did like him?

However, they were getting further away and he only had seconds to answer

So he made the “smartest decision of his life” and called back

U-uh, um, no!

Since then you’d been more distant

And with all this evidence; Donnie became a full analyst

He noted down your behaviours, how you acted before and now

How your interests changed with him, when you were louder and quieter, what gestures you made to hint any feelings

He looked deep and saw all the signs

Sadly you were still pretty distant after what you heard from your friend and Donnie was determined to change that

First off, he tried to initiate more conversation and when you attempted to cut it short he kept pushing

No matter how hard his social anxiety was screaming he knew he had to keep conversations going

He also kept making an effort to sit next to you

Any scenario be it lunch, class or just general group hangouts; he was always by your side

And after a week or so when you seemed to be loosening up more he chose to take things a step further with physical contact

He’d give you a high-five, fist bump or hug as a greeting

Maybe lean on your shoulder or get closer when you were showing him something

Sometimes if he was feeling particularly happy he’d sneak his hand over yours

Soon enough, it seemed like you had finally gotten over everything and were back to your old self. But there was still something you had to address

Lunch time, alone. That’s when you chose to bring it up

Donnie, do-um… did uh my friend ever tell you anything a few weeks ago? He began choking on his food *Cough* N-no uh why? Well it’s just that the last few days you’ve been different Different how? Uh… just small stuff like the hand thing and I guess you’ve seemed a bit closer Oh! I mean psh, I just thought you were upset or something so I wanted to cheer you up, no big deal You thought I was upset? Why? Well you were acting more distant and I didn’t want to bring it up cause I thought it might be sensitive so I figured I’d just help on the side, you know? That’s actually really sweet. But are you sure there’s no other reason for it? Uh nope! None, I mean why else would I want to hug you and hold your hand and stuff it’s not like I have a crush on you. Cause that- that would be crazy you and me together like whaaat? A mutant and a human who, how!? Donnie Yes Did you lie to my friend? Maybe … So it wouldn’t be weird if we dated? I’d love it if we dated

Of course you kissed and both of you loved it

Donnie had never felt this happy in his whole life, not even when they saved the city!

And he had enough blackmail to shut his brothers up if they ever tried teasing you two

Mikey

You two were the best of buddies

Two peas in a pod

Always acting and performing at each others side

Mikey loved it

Mikey loved you

And the day he heard you may feel the same caused his mind and heart to simultaneously explode

It was Leo, of course it was Leo

They were in art discussing the struggles of having human crushes

It was when Leo said “At least yours likes you back” that he knew he screwed up

Mikey wasn’t panicked though, Mikey’s Mikey

He was of course very happy when he heard the news and didn’t leave Leo alone about it for days

Every waking moment was spent getting updates from Leo and insights into your friend group

And whenever you two saw each other be it before school, after school, breaks, in class or at improv, he was ecstatic

This guy just couldn’t get enough and made every effort to let you know he liked you

Soon enough he felt like he had enough confirmation on your feelings and gained the confidence to just go for it

It was during a game of freeze tag when he tapped out the person you were previously with and started a new scene

Jessie! Hey, thank gosh I found you Lucas, what’s up? I haven’t seen you in a while Oh well, you know, I’ve just been busy; things have been a bit different lately Different how? Well the word is that someone I know likes me but I just don’t know who That sure is a dilemma Yeah, if it’s the person I think it is though I recon it’ll end pretty well You got some hopes do you? Ahh just someone, nothing to worry about I don’t know if you’re associated Try me Alright well… they have h/c hair ooh and pretty e/c eyes! They’re also one of my closest friends and I don’t think they realise just how much I like them Wow Lucas that must be really keeping you on edge Yeah, if only I knew who it is At this point you and Mikey had moved so close to each other your hands were almost touching Mikey I- FREEZE!

And just like that, the scene was over

But not the story

At the end of the rehearsal you and Mikey walked out of school together and the discussion of feelings was unavoidable

You two were walking silently side-by-side till he finally said it

I like you Y/n Do you like me back? I like you so much Mikey you don’t even know

His face lit up as he cheerfully pulled you into a hug and spun around

You took the opportunity as he slowed down, cupped one of his cheeks and planted a kiss on his lips

From that day forward Mikey got to walk around boasting about having the greatest partner in all of New York

And you went on to kick Leo’s butt for exposing your secret so easily

Again, I loved writing this so much. Also I think I’m going to use indented for my Headcanons from now on (although I guess they’re more listed stories at this point). Anyway thank you for reading and please, have an awesome day/night wherever you are!✨

[hyuniemyunie]

Across the Leoverse

different versions of leonardo hamato x reader

sfw

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

2003 up to 2023 leo.

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

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MORNING RITUALS

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

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

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AFTER-MISSION CARE

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

So you stopped prying.

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

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

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WHEN HE CAN’T SLEEP

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

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

“Nightmare?” you asked quietly.

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

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

“I’ve got you,” you whispered.

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

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QUIET CONFESSIONS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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DUMB DOMESTIC STUFF

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

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

“Should I be worried?”

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

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

“That was one time.”

“That was last month.”

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

“…Okay, I might need help.”

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

“I’ll go get the towels.”

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LITTLE TOUCHES

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

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

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

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WHEN HE LETS GO

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

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

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

“Wow. I feel so loved right now.”

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

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

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FUTURE TALK

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

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

You reached back to thread your fingers through his.

“We could make that,” you said.

He was quiet for a long moment.

“I want to,” he whispered.

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

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THE MOMENT THAT STAYS

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

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

And without looking, he said:

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

You squeezed his hand.

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

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

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THE RETURN

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

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

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THE NIGHTMARES

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

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

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

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DOMESTIC STILLNESS

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

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

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WHEN YOU FOUGHT

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

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

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

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

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

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HIS UNGUARDED MOMENTS

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

You laughed so hard you nearly cried.

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

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

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

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WHEN HE’S SICK

He is the worst patient.

Absolutely the worst.

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

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

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

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

“Okay. I’ll rest,” he mumbled.

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

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HIS LOVE LANGUAGE

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

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

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

And somehow, that made everything bearable.

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THE MOMENT THAT STAYS

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

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

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

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

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THE PATH FORWARD

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

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

The peace.

The gratitude.

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

THE FIRST TIME HE REALIZED YOU WERE IT

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

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

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

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MOVIE NIGHTS GONE WRONG

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

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

“They’re setting up tension!”

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

“Okay, but it was symbolic.”

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

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

And then picked another action flick every single time.

---

THE TIME YOU TOOK CARE OF HIM WHEN HE WAS HURT

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

“Leo, sit down.”

“I’m fine.”

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

“I’ve had worse.”

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

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

“You’re shaking,” he murmured.

“Because you’re hurt, idiot.”

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

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

He grinned anyway. Blood loss and all.

---

TRAINING TOGETHER

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

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

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

“Did you let me win?” you demanded.

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

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

“Next time, I’m going for Mikey.”

“Good luck,” he wheezed.

---

THE TIME YOU WORE HIS GEAR

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

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

“What?”

“…Nothing.”

“You’re blushing.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

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

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

“Why not?”

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

You raised an eyebrow, smug. “Oh?”

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

You wore it again the next day.

---

RAINY DAYS

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

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

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

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

“Should be.”

---

THE ARGUMENT

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

“You don’t trust me.”

“I’m trying to protect you!”

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

Silence.

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

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

He joined you a second later. Quiet. Small.

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

You rested your forehead against his.

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

He nodded. “I will.”

And he did.

---

WHEN HE MISSED YOU

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

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

Morning, Sunshine.

Stay warm today.

Eat something real today, no cookies for breakfast.

I miss you.

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

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

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

---

WHEN YOU GOT HURT

He panicked. Like, really panicked.

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

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

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

“You’re hurt.”

His voice cracked on the word.

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

“I can’t lose you,” he said quietly.

“You won’t,” you promised.

And he didn’t.

---

A PEACEFUL FUTURE

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

He murmured, “Ever think about the future?”

You tilted your head. “All the time.”

“What do you see?”

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

He was quiet for a long time.

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

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

WHEN YOU REALIZED DATING LEO MEANT NEVER BEING BORED AGAIN

It started with a text.

leo: meet me on the roof. urgent.

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

“What happened?!”

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

“…Leo.”

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

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

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

You still kissed him. Because of course you did.

---

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

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

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

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

“I can fix this,” he said, wild-eyed.

“Leo.”

“You love me, right?”

“…unfortunately.”

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

---

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

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

But he knew what to do.

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

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

You blinked at him.

Then you burst into tears.

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

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

---

COUCH CUDDLES, AKA HIS FAVORITE PASTIME

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

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

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

And if anyone dared interrupt?

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

---

WHEN HE GOT JEALOUS

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

THE TIME YOU GOT HURT

Leo tried to laugh it off.

At first.

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

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

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

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

You stared at him. “You good?”

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

“I just sprained my wrist.”

“The ONE RULE!”

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

---

PILLOW FIGHTS TURNED WAR ZONES

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

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

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

“YOU’RE A COWARD.”

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

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

---

LATE NIGHT CONFESSIONS

It was 3 a.m.

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

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

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

He turned to you slowly.

“What?”

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

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

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

He was quiet. Then:

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

You turned back. His eyes were so soft.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I know,” he said. “I love you more.”

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

---

THOSE TINY, SILENT MOMENTS THAT MEANT EVERYTHING

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

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

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

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

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

---

THE MOMENT HE KNEW IT WAS FOREVER

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

But you believed in him. Always.

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

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

He just smiled. Soft. Wide.

“Me too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

WHEN YOU FOUND OUT HOW PHYSICALLY CLINGY HE IS

Leo was a limpet.

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

He’d been planning it for days.

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

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

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

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

You were laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe.

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

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

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

---

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

You knew he loved you.

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

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

“I really like your face.”

You blinked. “What?”

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

You stared.

He panicked.

“I LOVE YOUR FACE, OKAY?”

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

His whole body melted.

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

“I love you.”

You squeezed his hand and whispered it back.

---

THE FIRST TIME HE SAW YOU CRY

He didn’t know what to do at first.

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

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

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

Then he opened his arms.

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

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

---

WHEN YOU GOT HURT AND HE WENT FERAL

He doesn’t remember half of it.

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

He saw red.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

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

---

SILLY MOMENTS THAT HAPPENED WHEN NO ONE WAS LOOKING

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

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

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

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

---

WHEN HE KNEW HE WANTED YOU TO BE HIS FOREVER

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

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

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

And Leo?

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

But what he really meant was:

I want every tomorrow to have you in it.

[cutielights]

Reader Addicted To Caffeine/Insomniac (Rise & Mayhem)

Nonspecified romantic or platonic

Leo

Stays up with you

Insomniac has gotta get something to do or he’s gonna go crazy

Knows you should go to sleep, but only really brings it up when it’s been five days or more, he’s wayyy to exited to hang out

“Ooohkayyy, y’know, why don’t we go upstairs and go to sleep? Hm? That sounds like a great idea.”

“You can if you want. I’ll stay up, it’s only been- what, a day? Two?”

“Five.”

“That explains my seven fingers.”

He portal’d you to bed, plain cheating if you ask me

Raph

Oh absolutely not

*sees you with your fifth energy drink that day*

“No.”

“But-“

“N. O.”

He just wants you to be healthy

Gives you different ways to get energy

“You tried exercise? Or… sleep?”

*hissing noises*

“Please.”

Donnie

Same tbh

Lab work does that to you

When you are Donatello, at least.

Can’t sleep? He doesn’t care why or so he would like you to believe, he just provides less than silent company

You’re not getting out of his ramblings.

Ever.

“And Pythagoras once said that-“

Mikey

Tiny bit concerned

At least you’re up, he can take you on late night adventures now!

“Wow! The neon signs in this street light up your extraordinarily deep eye bags wonderfully!”

“…I-“

“Real artistic inspiration!”

“Okay-“

Leo

C o n c e r n

“Hey I don’t think this is that healthy? Like I mean, I could be wrong and all but.”

*quietly opens another can*

“Okay- yeah- no- hand it over.”

Raph

Thinks it’s cool

Genuinely he does

Until you’re NOT getting enough sleep, then he’s going to actually tackle you into bed

“NO, WE ARE GOING TO SLEEP. I WILL KNOCK YOU OUT.”

Donnie

He’s up watching k-pop music videos let’s be 100% here

Now, he has a buddy to do that with!

Not until he realises how much caffeine you’re consuming on average

“Well that’s definitely unhealthy. Do NOT give me that look.”

Mikey

Fine with it most of the time and doesn’t interfere with the caffeine habits, though he does comment sometimes. But even he’s gotta admit it gets too much when you don’t sleep for three days, you’re not even studying!

“Dude.”

“What?”

*vauge gesture to your general vicinity*

“????”

“I mean I’ll stay up with you but like-“

“>:[“

“Got it.”

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hey!! if you are taking requests, i wanted to request the tmnt mm! boys having a crush on a fem! reader who’s EXACTLY like raph. she loves fighting, may or may not have anger issues, cursed with resting bitch face, BUT, she’s actually really sweet and outgoing. never afraid to speak her mind, so, she may come across as rude sometimes, but, she never really means to be. (lowkey a biased request but SSSHH, we’re not gonna talk about that)

MUTANT MAYHEM REQUEST⁉️⁉️ AYO THANK YOU

Mutant Mayhem! Mikey, Leo, Donnie, Raph x crush! fem! reader

tmnt mutant mayhem x reader

reader with a Raph-like personality

fluff! :D hcs, fem! reader, cursing

PSA: I HAVE ONLY SEEN THIS MOVIE LIKE TWICE SO I TRIED MY BEST 🤞🤞🤞

Let’s just set this up by saying you have a class with them in school and you get partnered for a project or sit next to each other or WHATEVER YOU WANT. Any class you want bae; math, English, science, idc. all of them IDC

Mikey 🍉

- the moment he met you, he made it his goal to make you laugh or at the very least smile

- “*insert dumbass joke here*, am I right? HAHAha…hah..ha…”

- Lowkey intimidated at first, he doesn’t really know what to say

- will not stfu tho

- ^not in like a bad way or anything. he’s just outgoing

- and when you finally show your outgoing side? pure relief for him

- really starts to like you after seeing your sweeter, softer side. he appreciates that you seem to trust him.

- again, he is not giving up until he can make you laugh or at least smile just a little bit, no matter how long it takes. 5 minutes? 5 days? NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER GIVE UP ‼️

- talks a lot, but is also a fairly good listener while you talk about your interests

- lots of compliments from him

- still a little intimidated by you and really does whatever you tell him to

- ^ “yes ma’am.”

- it’s giving golden retriever + black cat. sunshine + midnight rain. or a tornado or something

Leo

- You know that moment when he saw April in the movie? Shhhhh just pretend it was like that when he saw you

- except with your RBF

- nervous af but he’s trying his best

- “your number? for the project? uh, I mean, yeah that’s cool-“

- really wants to impress you in some way

- “I mean not to brag or anything, but-“

- AND you’re opening up to him? have mercy

- shocked at how actually nice you are despite your intense demeanor

- admires your confidence more than anything as he gets to know you

- “you like wrestling? yeah, my brother does that…it’s cool.”

- speaking of his brothers, they are FLAMING him

- him??? with a girl like YOU?? preposterous

- the type to agree with almost anything you say so you’ll like him. esp if you’re really outspoken and opinionated.

- if he ever saw you get into a fight, he is freaking tf out and not in a good way

- asks to borrows pencils or paper just to have an excuse to talk to you when he can’t think of anything else

- SIMP. he will walk you to class, would offer to carry your books, the whole shabang.

Donnie

- your RBF is really catching him off guard

- like, why are you looking at him like that???

- lowk scared of you but would never admit it, not even to himself

- the only way you’re really speaking for the first time is if you’re partnered for a project or if you talk to him or wtv, but he is not starting a conversation with you on his own

- IMMEDIATELY recognizes that you seem eerily similar to someone he knows really well…

- heaven forbid he find out you have a common interest. whether it be k-pop, anime, comics/manga, technology, ANYTHING. he is info dumping whether you want him to or not

- really prefers your nicer, outgoing side over your anger any day

- it would take a really long time for him to recognize that he’s interested in you

- I mean, it’s kind of unexpected for him to like someone who’s so…rugged? tough? intimidating?

- probably easy to argue with if you don’t agree on something

- thinks it’s hella funny to see you put someone in there place and thinks it’s so amazing to be able you can stand up for yourself like that

- unsure on how to express his emotions properly, but he’s trying his best. I mean, he’s not exactly experienced-

- videos any fight you get into while shouting “WORLD STAAAR”

Raph

- what a dream duo /sar

- being so for real, you would probably not get along at first. angry + angry does not mix well.

- he would start to like you after getting to know you better

- you know when you meet someone and you just have so much in common that it just like clicks???

- feels like you won’t judge him for his issues bc you’re the same way. not that he cares what others thinks, but it’s still nice yk?

- even though it is easy for you to get into stupid arguments but shhhhh

- DENIES DENIES DENIES

- “ ew, I do not like her.” even tho he totally does

- lowk rlly wants you to come to his wrestling matches after you talk about liking fighting

- “yeah, you could come watch sometime…or whatever.”

- utilizes the ‘playing it cool’ method. tries to at least.

- you’re getting into a fight? hit him up. TRUST he will be there

- ^cheers you on

- brags about all the crazy shit he and his brothers do to impress you even if you’re really not all that impressed

[froggywritesstuff]

hero | mm!yandere!leonardo

part 2

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

fandom: TMNT: Mutant Mayhem

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

word count: 1007

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You furrowed your eyebrows, "What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hi can I request for the mutant mayhem turtles with fem s/o getting their first kiss.

First Kiss (Fluff)

MM!Turtles x reader

A/N: Of course you can. It’s quite some time ago since I’ve last done a MM x reader, so it’s about damn time. I haven't yet been able to watch Tales Of The TMNT, so I'm going to run with my impressions from Mutant Mayhem. Hope you’ll enjoy💚

Warnings: None, just fluff💚

Leonardo:

Leo had always imagined that his first kiss with you would be the result of something big. Like the romantic resolve of growing tension after he had saved you from some sort of danger, where you would find yourself staring into his eyes, realizing just how much you cared for him, and what a hero he was - not just for the city - but for you as well. Or maybe it would come as a result of him being truly brave, mustering up every fiber of his courage, telling you exactly how he felt, before rolling with the flow of his courage, kissing you like he was in control and secure.

But instead it went nothing like Leo had expected it to go. Matter of fact, it was actually quite awkward. Just lucky for him that you found his awkwardness sweet and adorable.

It happened in school. You were talking to Leo about something. What it was Leo wasn’t entirely sure of, as he had totally forgotten to listen. He had somehow gotten it into his head, that today was going to be the day. Today was the day he was going to tell you how he felt and kiss you for the first time.

But pure Leo got nervous. And in his nervousness and scrambling thoughts, he mixed everything up, cutting you off with an open eyed kiss in the middle of the hallway.

Your first date was Saturday that weekend.

Raphael:

You and Raph’s first kiss was not planned out. Neither of you had actually expected anything like that to happen that day, or any day for that matter. You were incredibly close friends, often hanging out together after school, doing the silliest things imaginable, both of you trying to keep your growing crushes secret from one another.

It happened in the lair, with no one but you, Raph, Splinter and Scumbug home. With Splinter and Scumbug in the kitchen and main living area, you and Raph had his and his brothers’ shared bedroom all to yourself, where you joked around, cracking jokes and playfully pushing each other around.

At some point, these playful pushes turned into a playfight, with the goal of overpowering the other, and maybe even tickling them. Neither you or Raph are really sure how it happened, but at some point during the playfight, you just kissed.

It was a quick kiss, but a little longer than just a peck, yet both of you pulled back looking shocked, processing what had just happened. Sure, both of you might be crushing on each other, but this was very much out of the blue, leaving you both wondering if you were in fact dreaming.

“Ah, fuck it”, Raph then said, pulling you in for another quick kiss, before the two of you would roll around laughing on the floor, to the point where even Splinter and Scumbug was wondering what was going on.

Donatello:

You and Donnie’s kiss was sweet and adorable to say the least. It wasn’t planned, but it was nonetheless welcomed by both of you with open arms and wide smiles.

You were at your place, sitting together on your bed, with Donnie watching over your shoulder as you played on your Switch, giving you small words of encouragement as you progressed one level after another.

You honestly didn’t need to do it. You hadn’t even made your way to the boss level, yet you suddenly turned around to look at Donnie, who looked back at you with raised brow muscles, as if to ask you what you were doing. However, he wasn’t able to ask you before you suddenly closed the space between the two of you, placing a sweet kiss on his lips.

Donnie’s eyes were wide when you pulled back, staring at you in what you could only describe as utter shock and confusion, his eyes moving over your face, as if he was trying to figure out what was going on, just from the look on your face.

That was when a smile suddenly broke on Donnie’s face, followed by a heat felt laugher of pure joy as he wrapped an arm around, pulling you closer to him with a; “come here, you”.

After that the boss level was a breeze.

Michelangelo:

Many people might have stories of how their first kiss was this big thing, with sparks flying, choirs singing, angel trumpets and all that shapy stuff people have made up since the dawn of humanity. But you and Mikey’s first kiss was not like that. It was very much down to earth, with little to no fanfare, happening like it was the most normal thing to happen between the two of you.

You and Mikey found yourselves sitting in the park, enjoying the summer sun while you sat on a bench, talking about whatever was on your hearts, while enjoying some sweet sugary snacks.

It was here, while you were talking about something minor that happened at school, jokingly saying that you needed Mikey to comfort you, that he suddenly pressed a peck to your lips.

You froze, your eyes wide and staring at Mikey, who just continued the conversation like this was a common thing for Mikey to do to you, popping another sugar candy into his mouth, handing another to you, trying his best to hold his smile at a minimum as he saw your cheeks turning a bright pink.

“Anything wrong?”, he asked, watching as you blinked at him, moments before you jumped on him, wrapping your arms around him as you pulled him in for another kiss through your roaring laughter, causing strangers in the park to turn and look at you two idiots being in love.

[httpvomitello]

Donatello

In the middle of the fight - Bayverse!Donnie

Quadruple surprise - Bayverse!Donnie

Falling in love with you - Donnie ROTTMNT

Donnie has a... WHAT? - Bayverse!Donnie

In Too Deep - Bayverse!Donnie

Finals, Friends, and Midnight Snacks - Bayverse!Donnie Platonic

Do You Like Me Too? - Donnie TMNT 2012

Call of Distraction - Bayverse!Donnie

You don't mess with our sister - Bayverse!Donnie Platonic

All For One We Fight Together - Bayverse!Donnie Platonic

Heart Squad - Donnie ROTTMNT Platonic

Trying to fit in - Donnie Mutant Mayhem Platonic

She Is My World - Donnie TMNT 2012

Through the Cracks - Donnie ROTTMNT

Turtleception - Bayverse!Donnie

Tiny Terror - Donnie ROTTMNT

Comfort Time - Bayverse!Donnie

Unseen Battles - Bayverse!Donnie (TW: scars)

Halfway Home - Donnie TMNT 2012

Cute Cat - Bayverse!Donnie

Steal My Heart, Why Don’t You? - Donnie ROTTMNT

Family Circuits - Donnie ROTTMNT

A New Dynamic - Donnie ROTTMNT

Shell Of Trust - Bayverse!Donnie

The Fine Art of Poking the Genius - Donnie ROTTMNT

In the Glow of the Lab Light - Donnie ROTTMNT

Shadows of Redemption - Bayverse!Donnie Platonic

Unexpected Affection - Donnie ROTTMNT

Leonardo

Triple Surprise - Bayverse!Leo

Falling in love with you - Leo ROTTMNT

Thunderstorm Comfort - Bayverse!Leo

In Too Deep - Bayverse!Leo

Late-Night Confessions - Bayverse!Leo

Finals, Friends, and Midnight Snacks - Bayverse!Leo Platonic

Do You Like Me Too? - Leo TMNT 2012

Call of Distraction - Bayverse!Leo

You don't mess with our sister - Bayverse!Leo Platonic

All For One We Fight Together - Bayverse!Leo Platonic

Heart Squad - Leo ROTTMNT Platonic

Trying to fit in - Leo Mutant Mayhem Platonic

Through the Cracks - Leo ROTTMNT

Turtleception - Bayverse!Leo

Tiny Terror - Leo ROTTMNT

Comfort Time - Bayverse!Leo

Unseen Battles - Bayverse!Leo (TW: scars)

Halfway Home - Leo TMNT 2012

Cute Cat - Bayverse!Leo

Boosting the Blue - Leo ROTTMNT

Steal My Heart, Why Don’t You? - Leo ROTTMNT

A New Dynamic - Leo ROTTMNT

Shell of Trust - Bayverse!Leo

Shadows of Redemption - Bayverse!Leo Platonic

Unexpected Affection - Leo ROTTMNT

Raphael

Falling in love with you - Raph ROTTMNT

Double Surprise - Bayverse!Raph

Angry Attraction - Bayverse!Raph

In Too Deep - Bayverse!Raph

Finals, Friends, and Midnight Snacks - Bayverse!Raph Platonic

Do You Like Me Too? - Raph TMNT 2012

Call of Distraction - Bayverse!Raph

You don't mess with our sister - Bayverse!Raph Platonic

All For One We Fight Together - Bayverse!Raph Platonic

Heart Squad - Raph ROTTMNT Platonic

Trying to fit in - Raph Mutant Mayhem Platonic

Through the Cracks - Raph ROTTMNT

Turtleception - Bayverse!Raph

Tiny Terror - Raph ROTTMNT

Comfort Time - Bayverse!Raph

Unseen Battles - Bayverse!Raph (TW: scars)

Halfway Home - Raph TMNT 2012

Cute Cat - Bayverse!Raph

Steal My Heart, Why Don’t You? - Raph ROTTMNT

A New Dynamic - Raph ROTTMNT

Across Every Universe - Bayverse!Raph

Shell Of Trust - Bayverse!Raph

Shadows of Redemption - Bayverse!Raph Platonic

Unexpected Affection - Raph ROTTMNT

Michelangelo

Falling in love with you - Mikey ROTTMNT

In Too Deep - Bayverse!Mikey

Finals, Friends, and Midnight Snacks - Bayverse!Mikey Platonic

Do You Like Me Too? - Mikey TMNT 2012

Call of Distraction - Bayverse!Mikey

Surprise - Bayverse!Mikey

You don't mess with our sister - Bayverse!Mikey Platonic

All For One We Fight Together - Bayverse!Mikey Platonic

Heart Squad - Mikey ROTTMNT Platonic

Trying to fit in - Mikey Mutant Mayhem Platonic

Through the Cracks - Mikey ROTTMNT

Turtleception - Bayverse!Mikey

Tiny Terror - Mikey ROTTMNT

Comfort Time - Bayverse!Mikey

Unseen Battles - Bayverse!Mikey (TW: scars)

Halfway Home - Mikey TMNT 2012

Cute Cat - Bayverse!Mikey

Steal My Heart, Why Don’t You? - Mikey ROTTMNT

A New Dynamic - Mikey ROTTMNT

Shell Of Trust - Bayverse!Mikey

Shadows of Redemption - Bayverse!Mikey Platonic

Unexpected Affection - Mikey ROTTMNT

Headcanons - TMNT

[writinandcrying]

TMNT HEADCANONS - Taking naps with the turtles / having a sleepy S/O

As someone who has accidentally slept for 23 hours straight and literally has a nickname as “snooze” I’m obligated to do this (I tried to look for a cute / aesthetic gift but that pup is my spirit animal fr)

I’ve been digging how @oozedninjas does their Headcanons (as long with their writing, I seriously eat it up everytime yum yum yum)

as much as I love looooong Headcanons, sometimes I only have some blurbs going on in my mind, I also think this keeps things so dynamic, every interaction can be seen and everyone is happy yipee (I hope you don’t mind me using your writing style? Headcanon Set-up? Layout? as reference! Pls let me know if so, I’ll def take it out or reference you on new ones!)

English is not my first language and I didn’t proof read this, if there is any gramatical erros pls don’t hesitate to tell me!

• Isn’t the one for naps, lowkey thinks it’s a waste of time, he rather do activities with you! Time is precious! That being your hobbies or his, talking, playing games or reading, he has his mind set on it… until you flutter your lashes at him, giving him puppy eyes, and suddenly at the warm of your embrace, the way you hum over his plastron, how cute and serene you look… he starts questions himself, why haven’t you two done this sooner?

2003, 2012, Rottmnt Donnie

2003, MM Raph

2003, MM Mikey

All Leo’s (minus MM and rise) lmao

• Has been waiting for it. Since you two have been officially a thing, he has been patiently waiting for it. wants to do nap dates, casual napping after Sunday lunches, accidentally napping from watching a boring film, coming home late and you are tired? Lay on top of him babe, let him will take care of you 🫶🏼 adores the innocence of holding you close, caressing your skin as you caress him back, finally admiring your features while you sleep, he longs for it, absolutely eats it up

MM AND ROTTMNT LEO !!

2007, 2012, ROTTMNT, Bayverse Mikey (keeping bayverse and 2012 still would be A Task (but anyways BOTH WANTS IT) 2007 is probably tired all the time bc of his gigs lol)

Bayverse, ROTTMNT RAPH !!!!

2007 and 2003 Donnie

• How come you are always this sleepy? This doesn’t make sense, something has to be wrong with your vitamins levels, have you been sleeping at night? Are you having nightmares? What kind of meds are you taking? Your sleep schedule and how you can just simply fall asleep everywhere is astonishingly worrisome, he will look into it

Take a wild guess (all versions)

Doctor feelings

• HE is the who Needs a nap. Drag him to his bed. Hold him close, put ambient music, kiss him softly and don’t let go.

2007 Leo, Future!Rottmnt Leo

2003, 2007, Future!Rottmnt DONNIE !

Future!rottmnt and Last Ronin Mikey

Future!Rottmnt, bayverse, 2007 Raph

Everyone in IDW-TMNT

Not a turtle, but Rottmnt Casey Jones

• can’t take naps (light sleeper or doesn’t want to mess their sleeping schedule) but enjoys you being by his side anyways, will give a dirty look to whoever makes loud noises next to you, tries to always save the most comfortable spots for you on movie nights, he knows you are bound to fall asleep. will takes embarrassing pics of you tho

Take another wild guess (all versions)

And another one (all versions as well)

Mm Donnie

[mistic-turtle]

Me: *On the fifth dimenssion, sleeping*

Leo: *nuzzle*... *nuzzle*... *nuzzle*

Me: Leo... Let me sleep...

Leo: *nuzzlenuzzlenuzzleznuzzle*

[pussyeater8000]

For the tmnt fans that need to hear this 👍

[wonderingpanda]

Hey 👋 so excited that you are writing for the boys of Tales of the tmnt. I was wondering if you can write something about the female reader going to the costume party dressed up as Leo’s favorite female character (whatever you like) and he ends up all cute and flustered that he can’t stop looking at the reader through out the party. Something fluffy and cute.

Please and Thank you 🙏

Love Interest

Tottmnt!Leo x Fem!Reader

Finally, I finished it!🎉🥳 Tbh, I wasn’t too sure who to put as Leo’s favourite female character and at first I was thinking more Star Trek (because I think it’s pretty well known that the Leo’s are sci-fi lovers) but I didn’t know how many people would be familiar with it so I chose to go off the Batman reference from the movie. Anyway, that was really unnecessary but I felt like sharing the process. Please enjoy, I hope you like it!

Down in the sewers, Leo was busy sprawled out on his bed, working on his comic book as usual.

“They’re heroes, yeah, woo, yeah!” He whispered as he continued drawing.

“You’re my hero Leo!” He whispered the words as he drew a picture of Y/n L/n, a friend from school he had started crushing on. He kicked his legs giddily as he began daydreaming of scenarios where he got to save her, show off his skills, hold her in his arms as they travelled along rooftops… if only that could be reality.

“Come on Leo, you’re gonna make us late!” Donnie called from the other side of the room.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Instead of working on his comic tonight though, Leo was going to be attending a costume party with the rest of his brothers. They only had a little while to get ready, so the boys began getting dressed up and gathering their things.

“C’mon, ergh-almost! *huff* You couldn’t of gone with a more shell friendly outfit!?” Raph lifted his head up, he was helping Leo get on the rest of his costume.

“Come on, just pull!” Leo complained. They continued a back-and-forth struggle till the final piece eventually fell into place.

“There!” Raph huffed “You happy?”

“Yes actually.” Leo smiled proudly before his face shifted to a nervous frown. He began twisting around to check how he looked and anxiously glanced at Raph. “Do you think Y/n will like it?”

He burst out laughing. “Please, Y/n’ll like whatever costume you decide to put on. I mean, you look like a dork but I don’t think she’ll care.”

“Ok.. wait, what’s that supposed to mean?” But Leo wasn’t given an answer as Donnie came rushing between them.

“Do you think we should leave now or in a couple minutes? Cos the party starts in like 13 but I looked up party etiquette on Wikipedia and it says you’re supposed to be there 30 minutes after start time.”

“Wikipedia, seriously?” Leo judged.

“Well it’s not like you have any experience with this stuff!” Donnie pointed out.

“You’re right, I don’t.” Leo admitted. “And because of that, I say it’s best to just play it safe and leave now so we can arrive on time.”

“You just want to see Y/n, don’t you?” Mikey teased, poking out from behind the three.

“I do not!” He defended.

“Yeah right, I bet you can’t wait to see her all dressed up.” Donnie smirked.

“Oh please stop.”

“Yeah, and he’ll probably ask her to dance.” Raph joined in.

“Ask her to- what? No!”

“Aww you’re probably gonna try and get all cozy with her so you can start making out together. Mm mm mwa!” Mikey made the noise right next to Leo’s ear, causing him to jump.

“No, no and no.” Leo pointed at each of his brothers. “We’re just going to go and everything’s going to be chill, no one’s going try or ask or do anything. Ok?”

His brothers all exchanged squinted side-eyes before Donnie casually shrugged. “Whatever you say Nardo.”

“But seriously, let’s go. It’s party time!” Raph cheered as they all began to leave.

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The lower half of building where the party was happening was entirely quiet in contrast to the loud bass and blaring lights that could be seen and heard towards the top level.

Leo and his brothers were caught up in some conversation when they opened the door but stopped as they were immediately swarmed by almost everyone in the room.

“Hey, oh my gosh it’s you!”

“Yo guys, the turtles are here!”

“Love the costumes.”

Amongst the chaos Leo managed to spot April doing her best to wave from the back of the crowd.

“Hey guys I see April, imma go over and say hi.”

“Yeah I gotta go to, see you all.” Donnie quickly waved as he headed over to talk to his friends.

As they all disbanded so did the crowd and Leo was able to easily walk across the room.

“Hey April!” He smiled and waved.

“Leo, hey! You all good after whatever that was.” April raised her eyebrows and glanced over to the entrance before looking back at Leo.

“Yeah, it’s still hard to get used to so many people liking us now.” He nervously laughed.

“Speaking of people who like you.” April mumbled. “Hey Y/n, Leo’s here!”

Y/n glanced to where the two were and turned to start walking over. “Oh, hey Leo!”

Leo looked over in her direction, feeling a pile of nerves simply at the prospect of greeting her. But when he saw what she was wearing everything increased by a million.

It was like one of those slow motion sparkly walks that you see in movies. Where everything fades out and all you can see is the pretty love interest waking forward with romantic music playing in the background. At least, that’s how Leo saw it.

“Hey, Y/n. Uh I like your costume. Catwoman! You look amazing.” His cheeks heated up the longer he spent looking at her.

“Thanks! I was originally thinking of going as Carol Marcus (Star Trek character, for those who don’t know) but I figured people would get this reference more.” She smiled and held her hands together.

Oh wow, so no matter what she wore she was going to end up dressing as the love interest for one of the heroes he pictured himself as. Leo figured he may as well die on the spot because his brain was no longer working.

“Oh, so you’re into older stuff. That’s pretty cool.” Seriously Leo, that just sounded obnoxious!

“Yeah. Well anyway, I’m going to go get something to drink. Do either of you want anything?” Y/n asked. April waved off the offer.

“Nah I’m good, thanks though!”

“You don’t need to get me anything.” Leo shyly smiled. Thank goodness blush was less visible on his skin or else he’d be dead.

“Okay! I’ll see you guys around then. See you later!” Y/n waved as she walked off into the crowd.

“Bye!” April called.

“See ya!” Leo anxiously chuckled. He stood in a slouched position for a moment.

“At least try to stand upright when you’re talking to her. You look like you just got punched in the gut.” April advised, causing Leo to stand upright quickly.

“Oh r-right, of course.” He coughed into his hand and gave April a blatant, overly toothy smile.

“So.” She spoke up. “What did you think of Y/n’s costume?”

“C-costume. Right, yes, her costume. I love it I think it’s really pretty and well-made.” Leo closed his eyes in an attempt to stay composed. An attempt that failed miserably, I might add.

“Maybe you should have gone as Batman, then you two could’ve paired up.” Leo frowned and gave April an aggressive side-eye.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” April smiled and patted Leo on the head, causing him to sigh and look down.

“No I don’t.”

Y/n’s costume was the only thing on Leo’s mind for the rest of the night. Anytime he noticed her he couldn’t help but sneak glances every few minutes.

He was talking to a group of friends and had to be snapped back to reality as he couldn’t stop looking over in her direction.

There was even a point where she noticed him and he immediately looked away with a bright red face. But, then again, his face was already a blushing mess for most of the night.

He could barely get near Y/n because every time he did, his heart would race and he’d begin to feel an overwhelming amount of nerves? Love? Maybe a mix of both…

Either way, point is he was helpless. Helpless to his own feelings. So when everyone started gathering to dance to a popular song and Y/n grabbed his hand to pull him in, oh how the world felt irrelevant.

Little did he know, Y/n did this intentionally so she’d be able to dance with him. The two looked at each other and began laughing while uncontrollably smiling as the music played.

Feeling bold, Y/n decided to go in for a dip which caught Leo off-guard but he succeeded in catching her. Now they were even closer, very much unbelievably closer. What would happen if the two just inched their faces forward and…

“Who wants to play truth or dare!” Some random person yelled, leading the entire room to erupt into cheers.

Y/n quickly followed the large crowd of people as a circle started to form and waved over Leo as he was still repeating that entire sequence of events in his head. Was that a ��we should kiss’ moment or a ‘we’re having fun’ moment because he really couldn’t tell!

Well now it was over and he instead found himself in a circle with Donnie on his right, Raph on his left, and Y/n sat opposite him from across the circle.

The game began and went on for a few rounds till some guy decided to point at Y/n.

“Y/n! Truth or dare?” Feeling hyped up, Y/n chose to go for the more interesting choice.

“Dare.”

The guy let out a menacing chuckle and began rubbing his hands together. “Alright, I dare you… to text your crush.”

“Pfft what are you, five?” Y/n burst out laughing.

“Five year olds can text now?” He asked.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully before pulling her phone out. Leo’s mind started racing. Who was she going to text? Would it be him? What if it wasn’t him? What if she lied? What if it was one of his brothers? What if-

“I can’t, phones dead.” She shrugged before placing her phone back down beside her. The guy groaned.

“Ok. Then I dare you… to pledge your elegance to the holy sanctimony of caterpillar.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Y/n raised her eyebrows.

“It’s a thing.” He nonchalantly replied.

“It’s not a thing.” The girl next to him shook her head. He waved his hand dismissively at her.

“It’s totally a thing.”

“Alright then. I pledge my elegance to the holy sanctimony of caterpillar.” Y/n gave a confused look as the guy raised his fists.

“Huzzah! Welcome, to the caterpillar cult.” She stifled a laugh at his absurd announcement.

“What the? Uh, ok I guess that’s my turn. Um… Leo! Truth or dare?” She made eye contact with him, only briefly but still.

“Uh, um. Ehh truth.” Stupid Leo. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Y/n began to look around for ideas. “Ok, since we were on the topic of crushes I think it’s only right to ask; who do you have a crush on?” She smiled and leaned forward, followed by everyone else in the circle.

Honestly, she may have played it as a teasing joke but Y/n genuinely wanted to know. Yes she knew he’d probably lie but his response would at least give away something.

“Who do I have a crush on?” Leo began sweating bullets and avoided eye contact at all costs. “Uh well I have a crush on a girl, human, a human girl. Yep, that’s-that’s who it is.”

“Uh huh. Yeah I asked who they are not what they are so, I’m gonna need a little more information than that.” Y/n smiled deviously, she just wanted to know a little

more.

“She’s charming, s-smart, uh pretty very pretty ca-c-p-person that, of whom I know to a certain degree.” He began internally cringing at how he had stuttered. Dammit Leo! Why do you have to be you?

Y/n sat there for a good moment, analysing all the info she’d just got out of him. “Mmm… good enough! You go.”

He let out a quiet sigh of relief before turning to his right. “Whew. Donnie, truth or dare?

“Truth.” Not a moment of hesitation.

Leo smiled jokingly, hoping to act all teasing to take the pressure off of himself. “Who do you have a cru-“

“Don’t.” Donnie replied sternly.

“Ok.” He got the message and quickly reeled back.

The game finished up soon after and everyone split off to go do different things.

The rest of the night went as it did before. Leo would be talking to someone, look over in Y/n’s direction, feel like his stomach had turned into a butterfly enclosure and turn back to the people he was talking too, ignoring the increasing blush covering his face.

Every minute, every second, every waking moment of his existence had just been infiltrated by the thought of Y/n and her stunning outfit.

And Y/n noticed. Oh she noticed. It’s what led her to walk up to him the second she saw he was alone.

“Hey Leo.” She sat down next to him. Oh boy, here he goes again.

“Hey Y/n, again. How many times have we greeted each other tonight now?” Leo wondered leading Y/n to giggle slightly.

“I don’t know. The party’ll be over soon so I figured I’d try to sneak in one more moment with you before we all have to leave.” She leaned to the side and bumped her shoulder playfully with his. Leo’s eyes widened after hearing what she said.

“It’s already near the end? That was quick.” Y/n burst out laughing.

“Leo, it’s like 11pm. We’ve been here for hours!”

“Wait seriously!?” He sat up straighter with his hands as support before sinking back into a comfortable position. “Huh, time really does fly by.”

A moment of silence passed till Leo decided to ignore his nerves and speak up.

“By the way, I never actually told you how much I like your outfit.”

“Oh you don’t have to.” Y/n tried to wave him off.

“But seriously, it’s super pretty and looks amazing on you. I love it.” Leo grinned genuinely while gesturing to her outfit.

“Thanks Leo, I love your costume too. How did you even manage to get it on?” Y/n wondered.

“Help from Raph.” Leo stated.

“Ahh I see...” They both fell into silence again for a little while. Feeling nervous, Y/n glanced to the side and decided to just drop the bomb by asking “Are we- do we have a thing going on between us or is that just me being stupid?”

“Huh, uh w-what?” Leo’s eyes widened in shock as he turned to look at her. She in turn looked in his direction, although her gaze rested just a little off to the side from his face as she felt too anxious to make eye contact with him.

“Like I know, or at least I think I know, that you’ve been looking over at me a few times tonight and it felt like there was something going on back when we were dancing with everyone else. So I’m just wondering if it’s like a thing or not, you know?” Y/n chose to finally make eye contact with Leo and was met with his adorably awkward, blushing face.

“I’m going to be totally honest with you I assumed you just thought I was being weird.” He sunk his head down a little, tensing at the topic of conversation. Y/n smiled and shook her head in disbelief.

“Leo you’re like the most amazing person I know. Also, I’m not gonna lie, I thought it was pretty cute how you were acting the whole night.” She blushed and look down to the side again. Leo was once again overcome with surprise but tried his best to keep it together.

“You thought, oh. I think your pretty cute too uh not just in that costume but in general like I think your super pretty every day, all the time.” He laughed nervously and gave Y/n an adoring look.

“Ok I’m just going to say it because I think it’s super obvious at this point.” Y/n took a deep breath to try and calm down. “I’ve already practically said it but I like you. And I mean that in a more than friends way.” She confessed.

“Thank god, because I like you as so much more than a friend.” Leo sighed. Y/n smiled and decided to lean in, whispering something in his ear. Leo quickly perked up and his entire face turned pink.

“Heh.”

————————————

Leo smiled nervously as he walked back towards a corner of the room, Y/n following.

“You know I’m not really used to this kind of thing so I don’t know-“

He didn’t even get a complete sentence out before Y/n began to kiss him. They kissed again as she wrapped her arms around his neck and slightly pushed him further back. They went for another kiss and another before they both pulled away and Leo sighed.

“I love being a turtle.”

They both smiled and quickly went back to their make-out session. Best party ever.

What no one noticed though was the mysterious figure hidden on the side of a building facing the party. They were dressed in purple and black with a mask covering their entire face, yellow buggish eyes that looked almost like goggles, a long bandana wrapped around their head and the symbol of a red foot displayed clearly on the front of their outfit.

“I’ve located the turtles, and it looks like they’ve already made some friends.”

I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know it’s just meant to be fluff but I couldn’t help myself, I need the foot clan to appear already 😭. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. Please keep requesting, peace, love, and have an awesome day/night wherever you are!✨

[blue-isnt-here]

💙The Mutant Mayhem boys with an ftm boyfriend/crush💙

Leonardo

- Bless this guy's heart. With the way you nervously pulled him aside during a hangout at the lair, hands shaky and eyes escaping his own, Leo seriously thought you were going to break up with him.

- You could tell he was starting to panic and quickly de-escalated it, comforting your anxious, teary-eyed boyfriend by hugging him close.

- After calming down, he asked you what was really going on, and, well... you told him. Openly, with scattered giggles and stuttered words, as well as a few stray tears.

- Leo was quick to place his thumbs on your face and rub the tears away, listening closely as you told him everything.

- Proudly proclaims (when you're comfortable with it) about having you as his sweet, wonderful boyfriend.

- Constantly checks his internal alarm clock (as well as his phone) whenever he knows you're wearing a binder. Leo worries he's being too overprotective, but that thankful smile of yours whenever he does bring it up washes all the bad thoughts away.

- Reassures you whenever you're feeling down about yourself (best boy) and claims that he'd physically fight your dysphoria if he could.

- You're saved as "Prince💙" in his phone and his brothers never let him live it down.

- Totally relates to your insecurities of not being "manly enough" and so, you two hype each other up, in your own cringy, dorky lovestruck way.

- "You're so handsome!"

"No, you!"

- If you have a similar taste in clothes to him, get ready to be dogpiled by his brothers for the crimes of "dressing like bestbuy employees" and "looking like you're gonna sell them an insurance plan"

- With the way you laugh it off, Leonardo can't help but join you, adoring your new-found confidence and the loving look you gave him as you met his eyes.

- Cringefail boyfriends fr

Raphael

- He was kind of confused at first, but listened intently as you explained how you felt, occasionally taking your hand in his and toying with your fingers.

- Raphael never gave much thought to his orientation, even after falling in love with you and getting together. He may need some help understanding a few things, but he's thrilled to call you his boyfriend.

- Like... Nothing changed. You're just a boy to him now.

- You were a little nervous about him not making a big deal out of it, but it quickly turned into relief once he crushed cuddled you for the rest of the night, occasionally making some VERY crude gay jokes to make you laugh.

- Will not let up with the "no homo" jokes after you tell him. The both of you could literally be kissing and-

"I love you so much, Raph"

"Love ya too. No homo though right?"

- Loves it when you laugh and/or scoff at these jokes

- Since you're a guy, Raph figures he can tell you all about gross guy things like he does with his brothers. He's just that comfortable with you.

- If you're trying to put on muscle, he's all smiles and already dragging you to the training area. You're not getting out of this. (affectionate)

- Raphael actually has a pretty good fashion sense and would be really flattered if you asked him for advice. He'll never admit that though, obviously.

- One time, you came home with a pair of matching red and black jerseys, in yours and his respective sizes.

- Raph.exe stopped working

- Like... Face redder than his mask type of gay panic.

- Offered to steal testosterone for you more than once.

- Noogies you/threatens to shove you into lockers affectionately. When you confront him about his nerd/jock thing, he just malfunctions and denies it.

- Would beat up anyone who gives you trouble for your identity in a heartbeat. No one messes with his man.

Donatello

- It was late at night at the lair, during one of your hours-long gaming sessions with your best friend, Donnie. He laid in his tent, shifting side to side excitedly, relieved that you couldn't see how much of a mess you made him whenever he heard your voice.

- And yet Donnie made the effort to hide his feelings, because you two were friends. Wait, no. He was your BEST friend.

- ... Who had been crushing on you for ages now. Painfully so.

- Much like his older brother, Donnie misinterprets your anxious tone and stuttering as something different, thinking you were about to tell him you've always loved him and wanted to be together forever-

- "Donnie, I'm trans."

- A choked sound comes out through the other end of the call as Donnie faceplants into his pillows, face flushed in embarassment.

- "T-that's okay. I, um... Totally cool."

"You sure? You sound weird."

"*voice cracks* ..yEP!"

- Really supportive, but in a chill sorta way.

- Donnie is easily the most casual about it. Barely questions it - before you know it he's already complimenting you, telling you how well you pass.

- If you're self conscious about your voice, Don makes sure you know that he loves it and also jokes about his own, saying that you don't need a deep voice to be a man.

- "I mean... Look at me! I'm pretty much a falsetto and you like me anyways!"

- Donnie says that last part lightly, but he listens intently for your reaction, and is relieved when you laugh; he successfully cheered up his crush. Score.

- Compares you to various anime guys he thinks resemble you - given that you may not know much about the characters or Donnie's knowledge of them. His brothers, however, noticed a pattern - they're always the anime boy archetypes he seems to favor the most.

- And so they tease him, relentlessly, mercilessly, about his crush on you.

- "Donnie's got a tyyyypeeee!"

"Quit it, Mikey!"

"C'mon guys, maybe he wants to go see his boyfriend!"

"H-he's not! Shut up, Raph! You know what? I'm gonna go."

"What, you miss your senpai already?"

"WHAT THE HECK LEO!?"

Michelangelo

- You sort of came out to Mikey shortly after becoming his friend. Being a member of drama club, you were lucky enough to find yourself in a supportive environment and you were finally free to be yourself, much like the turtles.

- Mikey always tiptoed around the idea of what romance could be like and, well... you were just his type.

- You didn't mock him, or treat him like the weakest one of the group or anything. You took him seriously.

- And so Mikey was seriously obsessed with you.

- So much so that when your group was tasked with dressed rehearsals for the play you'd been practicing together, he can barely look in your general direction as you slip off the stage garments to reveal black underarmor.

- It was chill. You were just friends. Totally chill. Be cool. Mikey could do that, right?

- "W-wait, where are you going?"

- He was struggling with removing his shirt, the thin cotton getting caught on his shell. Mikey stood there, watching you step out of the changing rooms and into one of the bathroom stalls, face flushed and arms raised awkwardly as he fiddled with the shirt.

- "I just gotta get this binder off. S'been knocking the wind outta me!"

"O-Oh..."

- Unexpectedly, Mikey's kinda paranoid about you binding. It leads to some awkward questions, but he's genuinely worried and means well.

- Mikey gets very passive aggressive whenever someone misgenders you on purpose; you may have to hold him back a bit.

- Does his best to cheer you up when you feel down about yourself. This man will NOT rest until that handsome smile is back on your face.

- Tries to low-key sneak it into conversations that he likes guys. And that you're a guy. And that he REALLY likes guys. And-

- He's just a gay mess, forgive him.

[biggesttmntfanintheworld]

short and sweet mutant mayhem x gn! reader headcanons!!

raph

bullies you(in a nice way i swear)

playfully wrestles you a lot

you guys walk to school together every. singe. DAY.

and he walks you home everyday too

you go to all his wrestling matches(ALL OF THEM)

he slaps your butt a lot(but if you want him to stop he will)

he calls you baby babe boo bae and meat pizza(IN A NICE WAY)

leo

biggest. simp. EVER.

he'll order pizza for you whenever you're hungry(since he can't cook), and if you pay him $1.05 and a kiss on the cheek he'll clean your entire living space

he talks about Tom Brady a lot(im sorry)

he talks about football a lot(im sorry again)

he gets jealous when he sees you talking to any human male(red flag)

you guys go on a date at the outdoor movie place every Saturday

he calls you sweetie honey love my love sweetheart and beautiful

donnie

( i LOVE this goofy goober)

shy asf

would do anything Tech wise for you

you guys listen to Kpop a lot(im sorry if you don't like it)

he tells you really bad jokes(please laugh)

let's you try on his glasses

you guys cuddle and hug a lot

he calls you baby babe honey and bae

mikey

SUPER SWEETHEART<33

HUGS AND CUDDLES ALL DAY EVERY DAY

he calls you cutie more than your own name

can and will kiss you all day(Forget homework bro)

likes when you scratch his shell

says i love you 478 times a day

if you guys sit across each other in class EVERY TIME you look at him he ALWAYS blows you a kiss

he tells you cheesy jokes

he calls you baby babe honey cutie boo bae and pizza bite

IM FINALLY DONEEEEE I REALLY HOPED YOU LIKED ITT

BYE BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[hooman-tree]

The Overthinking Embodiment Of Anxiety / Leo x Gender Neutral ! Reader .

THERE WERE MANY TIMES THAT LEO WOULD GRIMACE AND SHRIVEL UP INTO HIS OWN EMBODIMENT OF EMBARRASSMENT. But, him asking for [Name's] number in the stupidest way possible has got to be at the very top of his list. That was pretty much the only thing circling through his head, as he was currently screaming into his pillow profusely. Which was luckily muffled out.

He was currently freaking out, because somehow: Leo just happened to not only fail at leaning against the locker to the ‘awesome rizz’ he claims to have, as school today. But, he also couldn’t stop himself from stammering over his words.

In all honesty, he was one second away from puking onto [Name]. However, a quick: “I’m gonna…gonna be sick. I’ll be in the bathroom, if you need me!” managed to only further embarrass Leo, as he wasn’t able to meet up with [Name] for the rest of that day and apologise profusely for what it did.

Right now, he was still screaming urgently into his pillow, until Raph threw a pillow at him and urged him to ‘shut it up, and go get some sleep’. It was almost 3AM, and his brothers couldn’t even use their phones properly in peace to just roam about the Internet, because Leo’s screaming was consistently ruining Donnie’s Attack On Titan binge-fest Marathon, Mikey’s podcast of his favourite comedians and Raph’s blasting music that he raised up to deafen himself from Leo’s stressed out antics.

Thankfully, Leo stopped his screaming session, as soon as he felt his phone vibrate and ping from a notification popping up. He didn’t really think much into it, thinking it to be a Netflix notification. But, him choking on his own spit just proved it wasn’t even that: [Name] had sent him a message.

Almost immediately, Leo was staring intently at his phone: hesitantly clicking the notification and his phone opened up onto the messaging app.

[Name]: wassup Leo, you good after puking and throwing up in the bathroom? 😭

Leo grimaced at the teasing message, rest his head onto his other pillow, an audible sigh left him, staring up at the ceiling. “They definitely laughed after that…” With a reluctant sigh, Leo responded back.

Leo: heya [Name] & i’m all chilled out now, thanks for asking! and, sorry about that 😕 i got nervous and freaked out there

[Name]: dw mate, it’s all good & hey, at least we can chat here and still laugh abt it together later on 👍

Leo blinked mildly, clutching the phone tightly to himself, his legs wiggled about for a mere second, not able to contain his excitement. A dazed grin appeared onto his face, happily and quickly responding to [Name].

Leo: that’s sound great & i was actually wondering about something i wanted to ask you @ school before, but couldn’t today 😶

[Name]: aight👌, shoot the question @ me then man

This was when Leo kept on constantly typing for a really-really long time, to then just delete major parts of his prolonged paragraph he was wounding up in the text box. He gritted his teeth and slanted them, a nerve-wracking feeling swelled up inside of him, before he finally deleted his whole paragraph and then sent:

Leo: it’s nothing, dw

goodnight, [Name]!

[Name]: goodnight dude!!

Leo sighed, turning off his phone and he laid comfortably on his bed. He felt immensely disappointed in himself for chickening out at the last moment. But, he then remembered:

He got [Name’s] number and even managed to chat with them for a good amount of time, without even sending any stupid typos he overthought on himself to make.

A sigh of relief whipped out of his mouth from that, smiling softly in his sleep. Leo was fine with just trying to go on a date hangout with [Name] again, next time.

He’d have better luck asking them out successfully, next time.

[froggywritesstuff]

hero | mm!yandere!leonardo (part 2)

part 1

ship/pairing: MM!Yandere!Leonardo x g/n!reader

fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem

request: anon: omg omg can we please maybe get a part 2 to yandere mm leo i loved it smm ur writing us amazing

warnings: swearing, yandere behavior, reader has been kidnapped, crying, head injury, more gaslighting and manipulative behavior, 

word count: 1027

A/N: 2 one shots posted in 5 hours, guess who's going insane? 18+ people DNI. i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

It had been weeks since your disappearance. The only time anyone had seen your face was from the pictures in the missing person posters. The remaining ones anyway. Leo didn’t have any bad intentions when he took down the first one, he’ll swear on his life. You just looked so pretty in that photo, he felt it was unfair he didn’t have his own copy. The other ones he took down… he had less than good intentions. He just couldn’t stand hearing people constantly talking about you when they saw a poster. Those people never cared about you before, why would they care now? They were clearly just trying to use you for their own gain, make people think that they’re caring and kind. It made him sick. Not to mention one of the main reasons he took you in the first place was to keep you away from all those fake people. Now you’ve got all this attention from people thinking they’re your friends and pretending to care about you. But they don’t.

”How do you know that?! Why do you find it so hard to believe that other people might like me?!”

Leo took a few deep breaths. He didn’t want to yell, he’d end up scaring you or you just wouldn’t listen. “It’s not that. My point is that they haven’t proved that they care about you. Pretending to miss and worry about someone doesn’t prove anything.”

”And you’ve proved that you care about me? By kidnapping me? By stealing my missing person posters so no one looks for me?!” you felt like like you might explode. Leo felt a similar feeling, but at least he did a good job hiding it.

“This isn’t kidnapping!” you knew how much he hated that word, yet you kept using it. And it’s not like he wanted you to see the posters. He just forgot to take them out of his bag before letting you look through his books. Gosh, the things he did for you. Borrowing as many books as he could get from the library, squeezing them into his bag, dragging them all the way from school to the sewers just to keep you entertained while he was on patrol or at school. You really didn’t know how lucky you had it. You should’ve been grateful he took down so many posters. More deep breaths. You never responded well to the ‘you’re ungrateful and should appreciate me more’ routine for whatever reason. He needed a different approach, and fast. "Please," he kept his voice soft and passive, not wanting to upset you any more, "Just try to see this from my perspective."

You stared at him. If looks could kill, he'd be six more feet underground than he already was, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Leo's eyes widened slightly at your outburst, so much for not upsetting you, "Hey-"

"I need to see this from your perspective? Yeah, maybe I do, wh-what exactly is your perspective? Cause I'd love to know how you think you're some fucking saint for kidnapping and isolating me from my family and friends that you think don't exist."

More deep breaths. "I-I told you I don't like that word-"

Your head tilted and you stared at him with mock pity, "Oh you did, didn't you. Well I told you that I didn't like getting kidnapped but I guess neither of us care about what each other wants."

"Y/N-" he went to speak, maybe to argue, or try and reason with you, he didn't know.

"I don't care," you raised your voice, "I don't fucking care that you're too much of a coward to own up to your own mistakes, I don't care that you have some fucked up hero complex that you let control your life, I don't, just leave me out of it!"

He didn't think. A wave of panic rushed over him as you yelled and continued yelling. He didn't know what his brothers would do if they saw you but he didn't want to find out. He reached out his hand to cover your mouth, a split second decision made in hopes to keep you quiet. But in his panicked state he underestimated his own strength, knocking you to the ground. His hand covered his mouth and a gasp left his lips as your head collided with the concrete wall, your cries of pain sounding like nails on a chalkboard to his ears. 

"Y/N!" he took a few steps before falling to his knees beside you. His heart sank as he watched you attempt to shuffle back from him, tears beginning to brim your eyes. "I'm so sorry." he whispered, carefully wrapping his arms around your shoulders, holding you as close as you would let him. Tears filled his eyes as he heard your sobs of pain, your tears streaming down your face and dripping onto his skin. He'd seen you cry before, but it was never without distractions. You'd yell, glare, or insult him to distract him from your tear-filled eyes. But not this time. Whether you were in too much pain to distract him or not, he wished you weren't. He'd give anything to look at something other than the heavy tears falling from your eyes, to listen to anything but the sobs leaving your lips. He considered leaving. Not for long and definitely not for good, just long enough for him to collect his thoughts and prepare to properly care for your head. But seeing you now, looking so hurt, so small. You needed him just as much as he needed you.

His thumb gently rubbed up and down your shoulder in an attempt to comfort the both of you. The feel of your skin beneath his fingers always helped ground him. He'd treat whatever damage had been inflicted upon you later. For now he just needed to hold you. His whispers of sweet nothings in your ear helped him more than you. As he held your shaking body to his chest, he told himself over and over again that you were his. Even if he hurt you, you were still his.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Could I request a platonic MM request of them having having a friend who is like a cool older sibling to them?? (Maybe April’s older sister or something)

I just love the dynamic of cool older kid being chill with their little buddies, and the MM guys are just so dorky and loveable who wouldn’t want them as brothers??

Maybe the grind is like 18 or something, so they got a job and their own car, and they do stuff like when the bros are whining they can’t get pizza cuz they haven’t got money the cool older friend just casually goes “I just got paid I can grab you some if you want” and the brothers are just loosing their minds. Or when the guys wanna see a movie with April but can’t get a lift so the friend is like “I have a car I’ll drive you there” 

Just wholesome found family/sibling sorta vibes if that’s cool! 

April’s Big Sister (Fluff)

MM!Turtles x reader (platonic)

A/N: One platonic MM!Turtles x reader coming up! Hope you’ll enjoy💚

Warnings: None💚

April had an older sister, and to be quite honest, the turtles thought that she was the coolest person ever. As a bunch of 15 year olds, who had just started going to school like the humans they had seen in movies and on television, meeting their best friend’s 18 year old big sister was just another cool thing to add to the list.

First time they met April’s sister was when she gave her a lift to the movies. The four boys was standing outside the cinema building, waiting for their friend to show up, when a car parked beside them. Out came April from the front passenger seat, waving goodbye to her older sister, telling her what time she would need to be picked up again.

The four brothers were somewhat shocking, as none of them were aware that April had an older sister. Especially one with her own car and her own job, having graduated just before the turtles entered their high school. They asked April so many questions about you, that she almost ended up giving up on the movie, citing their continued talking as distracting and irritating.

Soon April invited her four friends over for a game night while your parents were out. All five ended up sitting around the kitchen table, playing all sorts of board games, talking about school and eating snacks. That was when you entered the kitchen, emerging from your bedroom after hours of hiding away, doing whatever cool older siblings did when they were alone, looking into the fridge for some leftovers you had left for yourself on your day off. At that moment the four brothers forgot all about the board games, intending on getting to know their best friend's big sister.

Of course it was Mikey who asked you the most innocent question that a little sibling's friend could ask, causing said little sibling to slap her own face in embarrassment: “What’s your name?”

You, about to reheat your mac n’ cheese, looked at your little sister and her friends, raising a brow, before you answered with your name.

“You’re April’s sister?”, Leo asked, only for his brothers to mumble things along the lines of; “of course, dummy. Why else would she be here?”

“I am indeed”, you said, smiling a little at their banter, watching your sister roll her eyes at her friends, trying to hide her smile.

You could see why April liked hanging out with the four turtle brothers. Though they seemed a bit awkward, sometimes even a bit cringe like so many young teenagers, they were sweet boys with good intentions, filled with curiosity for the world around them. And you could totally understand that. You would probably feel the same if you had lived 15 years in the sewers, with only your closest family. And so, you started hanging around whenever April brought her friends over for game night, interested and ready to be amused, by whatever the humorous brothers had to say.

It didn’t take long for the turtles to learn where you worked, their eyes widening and shining brightly when you heard you say it. You were working at the pizzeria, just a few streets from their school. And after having given the boys this piece of information, they started showing up at your workplace, almost everyday after school, sometimes even managing to make your sister tag along.

It soon became a normal day occurrence, for your sister and her friends to get a pizza at your workplace after school, telling you about their day or whatever news that they found important. It was a delight to have them around. Even your boss found amusement in the mutants’ company in his pizzeria, soon finding a way to advertise that his pizza was so good, that the four mutant saviors of New York City eated it on a daily basis, in turn making sure that they got to eat for free when they came to visit you. And also made sure that you got a nice raise for bringing him such good publicity. All in all, your new friendship with your little sister’s best friends, proved not just entertaining and nice for you and them, but beneficial was well. Who could say no to free pizza and a raise? Neither you nor the four turtles.

Soon, your friendship with your sister’s friends blossomed, to the point that that was what you called them - your friends. You enjoyed having them around when you worked, and it was always a joy to hear them and your sister playing board games in your home. Just one of the benefits of being April O'Neil's older sister.