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mehriigss · 2 months

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Rottmnt weird drabble/one shot because I have anxiety so Leo has anxiety too.

Based on a headcanon you can find here.

Leo was at the verge of a panic attack. No, he was going into a full anxiety spiral. The best part? He was currently having a family dinner.

Everyone was having fun. Raph was stuffing his face with Mikey's meatballs, April was trying to prevent him from choking, his twin was recording everything with his phone, his father was scolding him for using his phone during a family event, Mikey was still cooking in April's kitchen and Draxum and himself were having a smooth conversation about biology. About literal photosynthesis to be precise. He might hate him but he has to admit Draxum really knew how to get him to talk.

There were oh so many details in every single thing his family was doing right now, but he's brain chose to focus on himself. How selfish.

Draxum was rambling about his favourite photosystem when it hit him. The increased heart rate, the tunnel vision, the distorted hearing, the nausea, the damn choking sensation and that fucking piercing pain in his chest that just won't go away for the rest of the week.

Why did his anxiety have to be such an opportunistis?

He stared at Draxum like he was trying to read his soul out loud. Leo could hear him but he wasn't listening. No words seem to get into his brain but the usual 'you're nothing but your brothers', 'too little too late for redemption', 'you'll never change', 'under that mask is a scared little boy'.

Did Draxum just make him a question? He could tell by Draxum's body language.

"So?" Said Draxum to the turtle that barely registrated anything but the strong static in his ears.

Masking this kind of things was easy for him. He just had to ignore and endure it in equal proportions and play face man. He could do it, he was the face man! The actor! The lier among them! Misleading was his specialty.

He would just put on another layer of paint to his mask and flee forward.

"I'm not sure." Leo said a bit too low but steadily nonetheless.

"Well, if you are not sure, I could suggest a few scientific articles". Draxum replayed, apparently content enough with the poor answer.

Draxum was suddenly silent, already used to Leon's seemingly infinite energy for conversation, waiting for him to say something.

So he said the first thing he could muster, the quickest he could: "I-I'd love to read t-them".

That was clearly not a good plan.

It had begun. The stuttering, because his poor mouth couldn't keep up with his anxious brain. He hated that. He's good hiding his panic in plain sight but his stupid stuttering is something he can't control or cover! He could only go mute and hope he's not asked many questions because of it.

But going mute would be extremely suspicious when he's literally in the middle of a conversation!

"Ok...?"

Ok, Draxum was a bit confused, he could work with that. That is fixable. As long as he can keep a low profile he's good.

But his breathing was getting more and more erratic and being and acuatic turtle didn't actually help keep the need to just breath at bay.

Could he fix this?

'Of course not, you're useless!'

'You're eyes are watering, you big crybaby!'

'Just flee. They're not gonna miss you anyway '

'They're better off without you'

He took a big, deep, audible, shaky breath and surrendered.

"Are you ok, bro?" Mikey, bless his soul, had just entered to room and immediately noticed his struggle, taking over the conversation. "Barry, mind if I steal my brother from you for a sec?"

Mikey did not wait for an official answer, he grabbed Leo by the wrist and forced him out of the room. That, in all honesty, scared the holy shit out of Leonardo. And everybody else.

He felt a little naked now that he wasn't around his whole family, but at least the living room smelled like April. It was a nice smell to focus his mind on.

"Leo... It might not be anything serious- and I hope it isn't! -but..."

"I-I'm hav-ing a p-panic a-attack".

Another shaky breath was all it took for Leo to become a hyperventilating and sobbing mess.

That image just fits too well 😙

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tervaneula · 3 months

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These peepaws GAY

#if you feel like you've seen this pic before - yes you have i just gave it a little crop and an update #also omg if anyone reads this please send me some leoichi doodle/drabble prompts i need to get my gay on #leoichi #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #samurai rabbit #usagi chronicles #peepaw leo #future leo #future leonardo #yuichi usagi #usagi yuichi #tervdraws #nqk adjacent

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tmntxthings · 4 months

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Author’s notes: short lil drabble ish cause i don’t ever remember writing leo as a yandere, have i only ever done donnie???

Warnings: yandere tendencies, stalking, implied murder, intimidation, gaslighting, manipulation, unedited

Song: House of Balloons/Glass Table Girls by The Weeknd

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Yandere!Leonardo who is tired of watching you. He’s itching to talk to you. To have your eyes finally recognize the shadow that follows after you. For that attention you give so freely to be his. No one else should matter, you’re his whole world. It’s only fair if he becomes yours in return.

Yandere!Leonardo who seamlessly enters your life like it wasn’t pre-meditated. Like he hadn’t planned every minute detail. He was meticulous when it came to you. Think of him as your knight in shining armor. Come to him with all your troubles.

Yandere!Leonardo who fixes all of those issues that you have. Your neighbors in the apartment aren’t as loud anymore, actually you haven’t heard them fighting for a couple nights now. They must’ve made up or maybe even broke up! Either way it didn’t matter to you, finally you could get a good nights rest.

Yandere!Leonardo who starts draping himself over you. You guys are friends now. Friends touch! It takes some getting used to, but don’t worry it’ll be second nature soon. Don’t think too much about it. His frame leaning into yours, his arms going over your shoulders. He’s tired, he stayed up too late again. Won’t you let him rest against you for a little while? He’ll even close his eyes.

Yandere!Leonardo who thought he had taken care of all your little love interests. But he portals over unannounced only to hear you gushing about this new guy, someone from your finance class. He creeps closer to your bedroom door, it’s cracked open, just a sliver. He peers through to see you bouncing around, jumping on your bed to kick your feet out happily.

Yandere!Leonardo whose eyes grow cold as the phone call hangs up. Words of encouragement were given to you. To finally go after a crush since the last couple had gone so horribly. He thinks this kind of puppy love isn’t good for you. Why can’t you just catch on already? Does he have to spell it out for you?

The door creaks open.

You lurch up, smile disappearing from your face.

So does your flush. You look ashen now.

Maybe it was because he had a sword out.

He’d never pointed one towards you.

Despite his weapon now facing you, he tilts his head and tries for a smile. It’s strained, his eyes looking at you with barely restrained mania. It’s been hard keeping his true self hidden from you. The side that wants to whisk you away and keep you from the rest of the world. No one else deserves you. Your happiness. Your smiles. Your attention, that was all his.

“You belong to me.”

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rallentando1011 · 12 days

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empathetic (emphasis on pathetic)

Hamato Donatello did not frequently feel fondness. Nor attraction. Nor much of anything, for that matter.

Feelings were like syrup: superficially sweet yet so easy to boil over, develop a sludgy, sticky mess of. Texturally, they were a resounding no.

And so he avoided them, ignored them at all costs, swept them under the rug then proceeded to incinerate said proverbial rug.

It worked like a charm, time and time and time again without fail.

Until it didn’t.

Somehow, this weird, warm, fuzzy sensation managed to infiltrate his nigh impenetrable defenses and make a muddle of things and his mind, i.e. he was struck by the l-word, i.e. he met you.

So quickly had the almighty fortress of his emotional front crumbled upon your arrival, so quickly had his resolve instinctively melted, so quickly had he caved.

It was terrifying.

He’d never quite seen the appeal in confiding in others. Sure, he had his brothers, father, April, but they were different, steadfast, reliable, family.

Letting new people into your life and mind and feelings was too vulnerable, too complicated, too messy.

Emotions: fickle, fleeting, forlorn, unlike the reliable cogs and circuits and familiarity of his lab and normal life. An anomaly in themselves.

It certainly was not intentional, letting you into his life, his lab, his affection; it was more of you simply waltzing in and staking claim and refusing not to occupy his thoughts at each and every waking hour.

The realization of the existence of his ill-fated infatuation dawned upon him nary a few months following your introduction as he recognized the textbook signs of it.

Feeling comfortable, at ease with you, longing to message and text and talk to you, experiencing restlessness nightly at the thought of you - he was certifiably done for.

If his fancies were unrequited, it may have been easier; just confess to the hopeless romanticism, get utterly rejected, accept the futility of love and how it was doomed from the start, go back to being your companion.

But no, you just had to complicate things further.

Your reciprocated affections, your incessant presence at his side, an accidental I love you or two - it was unbearable.

So he ditched it. Ditched you. Poured himself into his work and holed himself up in the lab.

Was it the coward’s way out: leaning into the easiest option without consideration for the alternative of not being an emotional recluse? Certainly.

Would that hinder him from doing so in the slightest?

Negatory.

He would rather get the situation dealt with earlier on than encourage the muck of emotions between you two to grow, fester, rot.

No chance he’d ever given for a relationship resulted in anything but failure, pain, anger - giving it another shot could only end in a repeat.

So maybe it was for the best that he pushed you away; better to focus on something sturdy, tangible, real rather than whatever blend of oxytocin and endorphins and serotonin and dopamine was convincing your mind that you loved him.

Those hormones, and consequently those feelings, would fade with time.

You’d get over it.

And he would too.

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68spidey · 9 months

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TW PANIC ATTACKS

"I can't-" Leo's chest was heaving like he'd run a marathon but hardly any air could be heard moving through his lungs. "C-can't fu- b-brea-the-!"

"You can, Leonardo," Splinter was soothing, familiar, but panic was making his old hands shake. The grip his eldest had on his robe was so tight he could hear the fibers creaking from strain. "My son, please."

Leo hiccuped, shook his head, turning more pale by the second. His eyes were terrified. Screaming silently for help-

"Da-d-" wheezed through a throat clamped tightly shut. "P-pl-ease-"

"Breathe with me." Splinter's old paw curled around his son's shaking hand, trying to ground him so he'd stop trying to rip the plastron from his own chest. Leo keened. "Follow my lead."

Waking up out of a dead sleep to find that you can't fucking breathe is never fun. Leo has been blessed with night terrors and sleep paralysis.. This is "go get dad" level.

It doesn't matter how old he gets, or how much larger he is than Splinter. After an attack like this, all Leo wants is to curl up into his lap.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2k17 #leo #papa splinter #art of koi #yeah... yeah.#i was beating up leo tonight lol #bonus shitty little drabble #the shredder absolutely fucked him up and i feel bad but also . don't.#tw panic attack

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yanteetle · 10 months

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Okay so I'm a huge fan of your yan turtles but it got me thinking, what would the turtles think (specifically donnie) if their s/o found out they were unhealthily obsessed with them and they simply didn't care? Like "oh nooooo you are gonna keep me trapped in ur lab forever and lovr and dote on me??? I'm soooo scared and....stuff"

In my head, Raph would be the happiest in this arrangement. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but a lot of his own self esteem depends on what his darling thinks of him. But the only issue is that after y/n accepts it, he'll start using it against them without knowing. When he starts to push boundaries more and y/n tries to reinforce them, he'll bring up the fact that they're okay with this. They accepted this side of him, so why are they backing out now? he won't realize that he's doing it, because in his mind he had already imagined that y/n will accept every aspect of him freely. No matter how... fucked up it really is.

Leo would be bored. He wants drama lowkey. So he's initially relieved that y/n is okay with it. Until he actually does something messed up, wanting a reaction out of Y/n only to receive either a nonchalant or supportive response. I'm tired of pretending Leo isn't the kind of yandere who wants problems and no peace whatsoever. He lives for the thrill, the drama. As long as he can ensure y/n's love in the end, he'll cause the problems in the relationship no matter what. And when I mean problems, I mean murder :)

Donnie expects y/n to put up more of a fight when he actually brings up his demands, but if they accept him fully. He'll be more likely to scold himself for thinking so lowly of you. And then he'll scold himself for preparing so many brainwashing and memory wiping machines prior to even asking. All those hours, wasted on a supportive lab rat lover <3

Mikey? He'd be ecstatic for sure. And I'm sure y/n will be happy/neutral about it too! The only issue is that it won't last long. Mikey will continue to be devoted and increasingly possessive and clingy towards them, but y/n will realize the kind of grave they've dug themselves after a while. And when they want it to stop, it's too late. It's like when you get into a relationship with someone who appears sweet on the outside, they slowly change as the relationship progresses and you start wanting to leave. And by the time you see the other ways Doctor Delicate Touch works, you'd probably want to leave too.

my english today sucks, I'm tired so please don't mind any errors or poor grammar! Lmk if there are any errors and I'll be happy to fix them :))

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layer-10-love · 7 months

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discimus tangendo -

aka, late light talks with your boyfriend.

(2k12 Leo x reader)

It’s a cold night.

In their sewers at least. It was already cold in New York since winter arrived, but due to the humidity of the sewers and other science jargon it was noticeably colder. Even with all the blankets piled on top of you, you still couldn’t stop the clattering of your teeth and stop your body from shivering.

You glanced at the sleeping terrapin next to you, snoring softly and keeping his distance. Despite you and him having been in a relationship for 6 months now, he was very adamant about respecting your boundaries and keeping a prudish attitude towards you. In a way, you found it adorable that he wanted to make you feel comfortable with him but you couldn’t help wanting him to be a bit more affectionate at times.

Despite the shivering cold, it didn’t seem to affect him to the same degree as you. Sure, he was cold as the rest of the turtles, but they had a better resistance than you and humans. When you had asked him why he wasn’t shivering his tits off, to which he scolded you for using vulgar language, he replied with a shrug and said that it felt more like a cool draft to him.

Turtles were aquatic creatures after all, and water is cold, right? Maybe they were naturally used to some cold to an extent? Or maybe their mutation allowed them to have better heating and cooling systems, but he wasn’t radiating any warmth. Shame, you were the heating pad instead of him.

“Leo?”

“…Yes? Y’know, you’re supposed to be sleeping. Donnie told me that humans need a certain amount of hours of sleep to be able-“

You let out a dramatic groan, scooting towards him and latching onto him. He tensed up for a few moments and his breath hitched as he not-so-sneakily glanced over his shoulder to meet your impish grin with a small and clumsy smile.

“As much as I love hearing your voice, it’s okay to shut up sometimes.”, you teased, tapping his cheek with a giggle.

“All I’m hearing is that you love my voice.”

“If I told you I loved silence would you shut that snout of yours?”

That seemed to get a small wheeze of laughter out of him; he flipped over to face you with a small pout.

“Why a snout?”

“Because you have one, duh!”

You took the opportunity of having him face to face with you to gently poke his snout. Or as he would like for you to say, nose.

“…that sounds like something Donnie would say. The rest of us don’t use “technical” words.” He seemed to be a bit upset over the topic;you simply hummed in response and cupped his cheeks with your hands, affectionately rubbing your thumb against his cheeks, earning you a soft churr of approval.

“Is this about you being a turtle?”

You took his silence as confirmation.

“Did you know that I love you?”

At your confession, he sputtered and glanced away, afraid to meet your eyes with his own. You smiled as his cheeks turned into that rose color you love.

“Ye-…yeah…I know.”

If you thought Donnie was the one who stuttered and crushed like a schoolgirl, you’d be right. But he wasn’t the only one.

Leo slithered his three fingered hand on your chest, softly kneading the soft flesh's warmth. You glide your hand from his cheek and down to his hand, awkwardly entwining your fingers together.

“You know,” you began as Leo groaned in false annoyance, “I now have a pet turtle.”

Leo crinkled his snout and squinted his eyes in confusion before blushing brightly and burying his face in your chest.

“…You’re cruel.”

“So I’ve been told.”

You run your fingers over his smooth head, drawing hearts and other shapes into him to soothe him. He churred softly in response, trying to stuffle his sounds of comfort in embarrassment.

“I like the sounds you make, Leo. Why not just let them happen?”

“Because then it means…well…I’m not exactly human.”

“Yeah?”

He scoffed.

“You know what I mean.”

“That you’re a turtle? I’d have to be pretty stupid to not notice until now. Maybe that’s something you should take up with Casey, he’s not the brightest tool in the shed.”

He looks away, eyes hooded over. You sigh.

“If I wanted a human for a boyfriend, I’d easily go for one, but I want you Leo.” You pause, letting your words sink in. “I don’t want anyone else. I love you. If you think I want a “normal” relationship, then don’t I already have it?”

“Plus,” you rambled, “I’ve got like a super strong ninja boyfriend who fights aliens and literal monsters who also loves me, and I love him.”

“…You mean it?”

“I mean it.”

Leo shifted in the bed to hold you in a more comfortable position, and you chuckled and clung to him the moment he got into position.

It’s a better night with you in his arms, he mused.

“So…do you have a tail like an actual turtle?”

“….You ruined the moment.”

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #leo x reader #leonardo x reader #tmnt 2012 #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #kikou drabbles

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anime-greek · 3 months

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(Verse!AU) ‘Before The Battle’

Cassie and Gen!Mikey

Fanfic under cut

Mikey felt extremely nervous as he walked up to Cassie with a plate of the food. He wasn’t exactly sure why, but guessed it could be because she was kinda far away from the group, standing next to the key in the dark night. She was also staring at him the entire time he walked up to her.

“I brought you food if you want some.” He told her as he lifted it up to her.

She glanced at the plate before looking back to him. “No thank you.” She declined.

He lowered the plate. “Are you sure? We have a big day ahead of us in the morning.”

“I am sure.”

Mikey pouted as he stared at his plate. The both of them remained in silence for a bit.

She noticed something off.

“You did not come here only to offer me food, did you?” Cassie asked him.

His pout deepened as his grip tightened against the plate more.

“I just..” he sat down on the steps while setting the plate aside, “I'm having a difficult time dealing with the idea that any of us Mikeys would betray our siblings like yours did.”

“That is how alternative universes work.” She stated.

He looked at her fully. “But, you’re sure the story is right?”

He saw Cassie’s own grip tightened against the end of the katana as a small frown formed on her.

Mikey attempted to save face, “I’m only suggesting that—!”

“Are you trying to insinuate that my life is a lie?”

“No! No! I’m saying that uh-“

“Young Michelangelo..” She cut him off as she squatted down to be closer to his height. “Each universe is seemingly different in one way or another. With something as little as a choice B is picked rather than A from a being as small as an ant; to it something as big as being an entirely different race rather than being a mutant turtle.” She gestured her hand towards the campsite. “Out of all of the possibilities you have seen and heard on your journey, what you had found the most difficult is that one of yous out there has joined the side of the Krang?”

Mikey looked down at his lap, as one of his hands rubbed against his wrist. “Well, since you put it that way..” he glanced to the campsite, where the others were still chatting about, before he looked back to Cassie. “You know, you talk really wise for someone so young.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m over six—ty years old.” She caught her words for a moment.

Mikey made a choke noise. “Well—You look good for your age!”

She seemed confused by that statement. “Thank you.”

As she stood back up, Mikey grabbed the plate and held it out to her again.

“You sure you’re not hungry?” He questioned. She shook her head. “Not even tired? I’ve been told resting and recharging can help for a coming battle”

“I am sure.” She responded. Mikey seemed to deflate that.

Cassie did a head motion to the camp this time. “That older you, with the tied up hair. He’s your mentor?”

Mikey shrugged. “In a sense, I guess so, yeah. He tries to be when he can.”

“He reminds me of my own Michelangelo.”

Mikey couldn’t help but give a puzzled frown at that statement. “In a good or bad way?” He asked.

“Depends on your view of good and bad. I can sense how powerful he is; close to how mine was before.. all that.”

“Their power is almost the same?”

She pursed her lips before speaking again. “From the last time I saw him. He has likely gotten stronger since then. I am sure of it.”

Mikey began to feel doubt and worry sink in. He stood up.

“I’m..going to go back now. Should..should rest up before the morning, y’know?” He said.

“Very well.” Cassie lowered her head in a bow. “Enjoy your rest.”

Mikey returned the bow and began to walk back to the camp. Halfway he turned back around and saw Cassie staring at the key with an apathetic face, while mumbling something, seemingly to herself.

#verse!au #genisys au #my art #fanart #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #art #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #ROTTMNT Mikey #TMNT Mikey #fanfiction #fanfic #Drabble #rottmnt casey jr #Casey jones jr #tmnt casey jones

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yorshie · 10 months

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Stupid little snippets/conversations

Will probably add to this as they are created. The closest to NSFW writing I have on tumblr. This is basically crack stress relief for me so beware of suggestive jokes and... well - the sillies *shrug*

Didn’t think I needed to add this because grown ass men walking around in cgi grey onesies but my bayverse writing is based in the current year so 24-25 people that’s the turtle age range

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Donnie spies you walking by with a grape flavored icicle: Hey! Those were for the party!

You paused, leaned against the door jam of the lab, and gave the little sugary treat a healthy slurp: yeah? What you gonna do about it, Pop Tart Licker?

Donnie remains frozen for half a beat, mentally processing the dare, before he’s on his feet, tools thrown to the wayside: “Oh I’ll show you ‘Pop Tart Licker'.”

You tear off cackling through the Lair with an irate Donnie on your heels.

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Leo was trying to ignore you. He was succeeding in ignoring-

Your foot slipped, sneaker popping a squeal on the freshly cleaned floor, and his shoulder twitched.

"Wow, that would have been bad." you no doubt thought your whisper was quiet enough to escape detection, but his head tilted.

“If you make one more noise, I’m going to sit on you.” He threatened, low voice carrying across the lair

Silence for a moment, then-

“Have you ever heard of the expression ‘don’t tempt me with a good time’?”

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Raphael: so we’re gonna start with the bench, move to flys. Hit biceps and triceps, and finish with abs

You *looking up from a package of powdered doughnuts* : what?

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You and April, *chilling, watching the turtles and Casey devolve into man children over sports*

April, *gesturing to the group*: hey. How does that work?

You, *sipping a soda*: hm? What? What work?

April, *gesturing with both hands now*: that. Them. How does that-

You, *cutting her off*: oh. No. No, you don’t wanna ask that

April, *after a moment*: who has-

You, *cutting her off again*: no, no don’t ask that either.

April, *mentally calculating*: why?

*You take the time to slowly tighten the cap on your soda, set it aside*: you really wanna ask that?

April, *eyeing everyone cheering around the tv again for a long moment before setting aside her own drink*: no. No. You’re right. I don’t.

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You: and then she died

Mikey, *sobbing quietly*: and then she died?

Donnie, *sitting on the bean bag next to the two of you*: I am never asking you two to watch movies I have yet to see with me ever again.

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*Leo and Donnie sitting across from you at the table*

Leo: we need to know, baby. Just choose, we won’t get mad

Donnie: whichever one you want, love. No tricks, we promise

You, *staring at the offered mugs of tea and coffee in front of you* : oh no.

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#tmnt bayverse #TMNT bayverse x reader #bayverse leo #bayverse leonardo #bayverse donnie #bayverse donatello #bayverse raph #bayverse raphael #small drabbles

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crackedpumpkin · 1 year

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ok hi you know this is coming :))

so could i have a uhhh… 12 casey with a side of him realising he has feelings for y/n and an added he’s never had a crush before so he doesn’t know wtf is happening.

thank you ilysm <33333

Hello there lovely~!! I hope you enjoy this one!

|| ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ || 2ᴋ12! ᴄᴀꜱᴇʏ ᴊᴏɴᴇꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ||

“Chill out, sweetheart. It’s just a hockey puck.”

“You almost broke my nose!” You all but yell, eyes narrowed into a glare. You’re practically hugging the wall beside you, having flinched away at the hockey puck Casey Jones had sent ricocheting off the goalpost in the ice rink.

He slides up to where you sit, the wall divider separating him from your frustrated punch. You sigh in defeat, picking up the hockey puck when your racing heart calms and tossing it back to him.

You grab the textbooks next to you, rearranging them with a few pieces of paper with math equations scribbled on them. Casey eyes it with disdain, leaning onto the divider.

“C’mon, you need to study. You have a test coming up soon.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he rolls his eyes at your anxious expression, “I’ll ace the quiz, no problem.” You cross your arms at this statement, looking at him with deadpan eyes. You don’t believe a single word of it; his past history of bad grades only proves otherwise.

“Trust me! I’ll be fine. In fact, I should be rewarded for how good I’m gonna ace it.” His lips quirk up into a lazy smirk. You straighten your back.

“A bet? Interesting. What do you think should be your reward, though?” Your question stumps him, and Casey’s lips purse in thought.

What should he ask for? A free meal? A date? What would be something only you could give that wasn’t too outrageous?

“A kiss.” The decision tumbles past his lips before he can process it, and he’s about to laugh it off, but the way you grimace only makes his smirk grow. To his surprise, however, you nod with a roll of your eyes.

“Sure,” You snort, “If you get an A on the quiz, I’ll give you a kiss.” You were confident he wouldn’t be able to ever get that high of a grade, so your lips were safe and remained unkissed.

“Shake on it?” He holds out his gloved hand, and you grab it firmly, a smug grin on your lips. You pump your hand up and down, sealing the deal.

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Casey groans in frustration, hunched over his messy desk. Scrunched-up wads of paper fill his table, some scattered on the floor. He slumps down with a sigh onto the open textbook, cheek squished against the paper and fiddling with his pencil.

Why was he working so hard anyway? It wasn’t like he wanted that kiss for real or anything.

He recalls your smug grin, almost taunting. He sits back upright with a scowl. He’d show you! He was Casey Jones, the saviour of New York City and soon to be the highest scorer in class! He’d prove you wrong and get that kiss from you, picturing your surprised face and the frustrated scowl on your smooth, pink lips.

Yeah, he’d prove you wrong.

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The bell rings, signalling the end of the test paper. He heads off to lunch in a daze. He was pretty sure he nailed most of the questions, save for the trick one at the end. He’d do alright, wouldn’t he?

Yeah, he’d get an ‘A’ easily.

“Nervous?” He’s snapped out of his thoughts when you nudge him gently, having queued up beside him. He picks up the last mini parfait in front of you both, absentmindedly setting it down on your tray without as much of a glance. You like parfaits, he recalls, having shown up to many tutoring sessions with you snacking on one.

He misses the flicker of surprise in your eyes, your gaze softening when you realize he noticed and even remembered your favourite dessert.

He turns to face you, surprised when he sees your dyed hair. “Woah! Nice highlights!” He remarks, and your cheeks blossom pink from embarrassment. He smiles widely at the sight.

“Thanks. I just wanted to try something new, I guess.” You fiddle with the ends of your hair, looking away. He wants to add how good the colour looks on you, but the words die in his throat once your friends call you away.

“Hey, good luck on that test. Even if you don’t get an A, you’ll definitely have improved from the last one.” You add before walking away, a genuine smile on your lips.

He chooses to forego his unsaid compliment, grinning widely. “Thanks, sweetheart.” He watches you walk away with the tray in your hands, sitting down with your usual group. He almost walks into a wall, stumbling back just in time and tearing his gaze away from where he’s watching you laugh. Were your eyes always this bright?

Weird.

— — — — — — — —

Casey holds the piece of paper, gulping before turning it around. He opens his eyes, having subconsciously squeezed them shut in anticipation. A large ‘A’ is circled on the top next to his name, and he whoops in delight.

The teacher frowns at him, and he quickly shuts up and sits back in his seat. He’s practically vibrating in his chair, adrenaline and excitement coursing through his veins. He couldn’t wait to show you and rub the result in your face while gloating. And, of course, the kiss!

The kiss?

He pauses. Why had that been what he was most excited for?

Of course, he was excited about the kiss. It was what you had bet on, after all, he reasons. But a slight feeling nags him in the corner of his mind, unable to pinpoint exactly what was so odd.

It’s not like he has a crush on you or anything. That’d be weird. You’re just his tutor, after all. It’d be bizarre if he did. That’s why he doesn’t have a crush on you.

Right?

#2012 Casey #2012 casey jones #casey jones x reader #Casey Jones x reader #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 x reader #2012 Casey Jones x reader #asks #request #x reader #oneshot #drabble

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tmntxthings · 2 months

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Can i please hsc or oneshot angst for raph (2018)

∑一Change・゜・。

author’s notes: O.o angst you say? I saw this tiktok and the sound made me so sad!! SO INSPIRATION!

warnings: hurt / no comfort, angst, short, drabble, unedited

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Raph thought, that as long as he tried his best, things would work out.

It seemed simple enough. And in most cases, his best got things done. When it came to his family, he was able to keep his brothers out of trouble for the most part. He was able to provide for them. To distract them from the many problems that surrounded their home as well as stepping up when Dad couldn’t.

It got easier with time. And Dad healed, he became a parent again. Raph didn’t have the same responsibilities that he felt only he could shoulder. But still, it was hard to change those habits. Always feeling the need to carry the burdens. To be the one to fix things.

Communication is always key. Raph learned the hard way that bottling up his emotions only led to having a huge blow up later on. So he did his best when it came to his relationship with you. He didn’t want to be the reason things fell apart between the two of you.

So he did his best.

But as he watched you turn to leave, without even trying to talk to him about what was wrong. He didn’t know what to think. It had to be him. Something had to be wrong with him.

“Y/n!”

He called out to you. But you only shook your head and continued walking further away.

So he went after you. “Can’t we talk about this?” He called after you. His snaggletooth digging into his lower lip nervously as you continued to ignore him.

Slipping past your form before you could reach the ladder that led to the manhole cover. His body a blockade though it wasn’t his intentions to force you to stay. He just wanted to talk to you!

“Please,” he pleaded. “Just tell me what I have to do.” His hand went out, reaching for your own. He couldn’t help himself but try to find any sense of comfort in this moment. He liked your touch. You were warm. You had always been a safe place for him. For his feelings. Even if you were angry with him. “Tell me what I need to change, and Raph will change.”

It would be just that easy for him. He would do anything you wanted. He could be different. Whatever you didn’t like he’d change it. Whatever it was that he did to upset you, he’d make sure it wouldn’t happen again.

“…Raph” you said in a solemn tone, tugging your hand away from his hold.

His heart broke. He didn’t reach for you again. But he went down on his knees before you. Making himself smaller. He needed to be smaller.

“No no, Y/n! You make me happy, we make each other happy!” Raph said with absolute certainty. But as your face met his, it was the epitome of hopelessness. “Don’t we?” He cried out in despair. Not understanding. Needing you to spell it out for him. He wasn’t smart enough to figure it out on his own. He wasn’t like Donnie. He wasn’t like Leo.

“I thought-“ your voice broke, the back of your hand going up to cover it as you held back a sudden sob. It was all Raph could do to stay still. To not instantly scoop you into his arms and hold you close. To calm you down and tell you that everything would be okay. He’d fix it. But he stayed in his place as you recovered yourself.

“I thought this could work. When we were young and stupid, but Raph… I’m human and you’re..” the hand covering your mouth went down as it gestured towards Raph’s form. Mutant. Was the word that went unsaid. He was other. He wasn’t human. But he hadn’t thought… you hadn’t seemed to mind…

In those quiet moments where it was just you and him. When you would lean closer than friends would get. How you would constantly text him.

“I just don’t think it’ll work Raph. It was nice to pretend. It was nice to dream. But I’ve got to be realistic. I can’t spend my life down here.”

In the sewers. In the shadows. Raph didn’t want that for you either. Maybe he had been too selfish. For ever thinking that the happiness the two of you shared was something that couldn’t be broken. He had thought his bond with you was so strong.

Slowly, Raph got up from his knees. He shuffled away from the ladder. “Oh,” was all he could say in response. He felt… how did he feel? It was hard to describe. But you didn’t hesitate to linger. You started to climb.

It seemed like this wasn’t something he could fix. He looked down at his hands. Big rough maws. Green. Not to mention the claws. Nothing like a humans. Nothing like yours. His hand closed into a fist as the manhole cover closed overhead.

He was disappointed. That was what he felt. Crazily enough, it was because he couldn’t change for you. Even though he desperately wanted to.

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rallentando1011 · 3 months

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about donnie making fun of Rom coms. What happens if s/o like them, but in a way where they watch them to make fun of them and it makes them and Donnie reflect on their own relationship without meaning too? 😂 . “It’s so bad. This love triangle. I gotta see how this trainwreck ends! All 3 are terrible and deserve each other”. “Geez I would hate that if a guy did that to me”. “Oh! He deserves better”. S/o does openly swoon over really sweet gestures sometimes though. “Oh. He gave her a library and fixed it up 😭 “.

The song is Nothing - Bruno Major, it does mention alcohol in like one line as well as making out but those are NOT in the story at all - just wanted to preface this with that (thanks for the request btw! I am working on all of them still I promise-)

Nothing

(rise Donnie x gn reader)

“Track suits and red wine

Movies for two

We'll take off our phones

And we'll turn off our shoes”

The evening opened at the lair.

A breezy night, the wind feather-light and warm, the sky had been dim and earth damp with a fresh rain, the frigid conditions of winter thawing into a complacent spring.

Below the concrete confines of the sewers, the weather was just as drippy, the continuous drips and drops of water trickling with a postnasal quality, drumming peacefully throughout the lair.

A dreary morning had bled into a dreary day had bled into a now dreary evening. With the dispelling weather, you had found it drudgery to even perform basic tasks like getting out of bed and dressing yourself and eating. But you had to. And you did.

After getting through the necessities and chores of the day, you had bound to the lair, renewed from your climatory blues with the expectation of good company and no obligations. Sounded good to you.

What you hadn’t anticipated was walking into the lab to see your “company” sitting, hunched over his desk, busy at work, with webcore music playing over the speakers and a rom-com, of all things, playing on his PC.

“Psh,” you half-laughed, the energy behind your amusement not completely convincing. You worked your way beside him and leaned against his desk. “What’s going on here?”

“Oh,” Donnie, just the man you’d been looking for, startled and slowly, as if trying to avoid detection, moved a hand to shut his screen. “Hey, I didn’t see you there.”

Before the computer screen could shut, you nudged it back up. “You like these movies?”

Donnie paled, sitting up straighter, lips pressing into a flat line. “Absolutely not. They’re just good background noise.”

You hummed. If his posture and lack of alertness was anything to go off of, he’d been at this a while. He could use some R & R, and honestly, you wouldn’t oppose.

“Well, in that case, would you like to watch some ‘background noise’ with me?”

He slumped back down in his chair and looked at you blankly. “I am quite obviously in the middle of something. I think we both already know the answer to that.”

“And how long have you been at that?”

There it was: guilt.

You nudged his shoulder, flashing a grin at him. “Come on. We’re getting snacks and taking a well earned break.”

“But-”

“No sir, none of that. We’re going. Projector room. Now.”

“But-”

“First one there chooses the movie.”

That impetus was enough to spur both of you into motion.

“We'll play Nintendo

Though I always lose

'Cause you'll watch the TV

While I'm watching you

There's not many people

I'd honestly say

I don't mind losing to

But there's nothing

Like doing nothing

With you”

Unsurprisingly, he beat you to the projector room. Sure, he was a genetically enhanced mutant turtle and the odds were stacked heavily against you from the get go, but you were still salty about losing your own bet.

Not as salty as you were about his choice of “movie” not being a movie, instead being playing Super Smash Bros.

And especially not as salty as you were about getting irrevocably obliterated.

Round after round of the game, you had been infuriatingly greeted with screen after screen declaring your loss and all but screaming how terribly you sucked. Normally, you got the one up on him at least once, but with how drowsy your motor function was today, not to mention how you kept getting caught up in how invested he was but that was irrelevant, the game was not gaming.

Furthermore, you tried to pin your inopportune streak on S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., who had taken up residence on your lap after retrieving your and Donnie’s snacks and drinks of choice from the kitchen, but Donnie had disproven that theory. By holding his controller higher to simulate the space the drone took up and proceeding to desecrate you again.

You groaned and slumped down the couch as he once again laughed victoriously, boisterously. Seriously, his ego needed to be humbled.

“Another round,” you demanded, half-dead on the couch. “I got, uh, distracted.”

Donnie halted his gloating, tilted his head down at you and the little drone, though the smug grin had yet to clear his face.

You knew what was next, probably your favorite and least favorite part of your dynamic - banter.

“I know you’re only looking at me to have some semblance of an excuse to lose, but I’ll take that as a compliment of both my rugged good looks and superior gaming skills.”

You feigned injury with a hand over your heart. “Man, that is a harsh accusation. I am wounded. Mortally wounded.”

“Your Yoshi will be the wounded one after I annihilate you in this next round of Smash.”

“Oh, you are on.”

“Dumb conversations

We lose track of time

Have I told you lately

I'm grateful you're mine

We'll watch The Notebook

For the 17th time

I'll say ‘It's stupid’

Then you'll catch me crying”

After a few more times of crushing you in Smash, it apparently became boring. Either that or your pouting convinced him to hand the reins over to you and let you pick a movie.

Finally, you could relax.

Head on his shoulder, his arm around you, a plush blanket resting on your laps, a borderline unbearable romantic comedy on the projector, it was blissful.

“Hmm would you look at that?” you commented on one particular scene. You felt Donnie shift next to you, raising an ever so slightly judgmental eyebrow. “The love interest did something wrong and then compensated by making a library. And spending time with them. And apologizing.”

He stared at you.

You stared back. “Looks like someone could take notes.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Donnie blinked, and you smiled.

“Oh, nothing.”

“We're not making out

On a boat in the rain

Or in a house I've painted blue

But there's nothing

Like doing nothing

With you”

“I would die if you ever did that to me.” You shuddered at the absolutely foul scene unfolding on the television and sunk a little closer into his side, second hand embarrassment seeping into your bones.

“Good connotation or bad connotation?” he pondered, all too genuinely. It made you want to gag.

“Good or bad?” you asked, incredulous. “Like, the worst connotation. I mean, if you showed up to my work like that I would actually spontaneously combust. Deceased. No hesitation.”

You plopped unceremoniously sideways onto his lap, the back of your hand dramatically resting on your forehead.

“That’s what spontaneous means,” he deadpanned, the arm that had been over your shoulder slowly slinking back to his side.

“I don’t need called out on my redundancy right now,” you jabbed an accusatory finger at him, looking up, “I just need you to promise to never do that.”

“Okay, okay,” he conceded with a content grin. “I’ll try not to show up to your work with some overly pedantic display of affection.”

You scowled.

“So shut all the windows

And lock all the doors

We're not looking for no one

Don't need nothing more

You'll bite my lip and

I'll want you more

Until we end up in a heap on the floor”

The room had grown dim, illuminated only by the faint blue on the projector screen. You blinked yourself awake from a half-asleep stupor as you realized the movie had come to a close.

“Hey, are you still up?” you whispered groggily, noting his closed eyes and shallow breathing.

“Unfortunately yes.” His eyes peeled open begrudgingly.

“And you’re not working on anything?”

He seemed visibly more awake at that observation. “Huh. That is correct.”

“Hehe. I finally got you to be unproductive.” You poked his cheek jestingly, still lightheartedly.

“Yep. I concur - you got me.”

“And I finally got you to have a good time.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You sat up, incredulous. Sure, it hadn’t been an eventful night by any regard, but it had surely been enjoyable.

“Just that all of the characters are stupid,” he elaborated with a gesticulation of his hands. “Just- all of them are total dum-dums.”

“Well, yeah,” you agreed with a shrug. “That love triangle was destined to fail from the start. They’re all horrible people and deserve everything they got.”

“And watching that is enjoyable for you?”

“Yeah, it just makes me appreciative of what we have.”

Donnie paused, reflected at that. “Huh. That’s… an incredibly introspective view.”

“So, you enjoyed the movie?”

“Don’t push your luck.”

“You could be dancing on tabletops

Wearing high-heels

Drinking until the world

Spins like a wheel

But tonight your apartment

Had so much appeal

Who needs stars?

We've got a roof

But there's nothing

Like doing nothing

With you”

Busy personalities beget busy schedules, and who would want to be anything but? If the choice is between being mundane or multifariously vibrant, isn’t the choice obvious?

Yet sometimes the hustle and bustle and pressure build up, workloads stack up, a devastating fatigue sets in. And the best thing to do together is absolutely nothing.

“No, there's nothing

Like doing nothing

With you”

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angeflrs · 7 months

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POV: The Leo's leave secretly and when they return they get caught.

Leon-ardo¡MM: I'm sorry splinter, they told me to go out then the truck appeared and-!

Blue¡Rise: -with a frying pan in hand behind MM- snitches get stitches...

Red¡Rise: Blue no-! Leo you should stop him!

Leo¡2k12: -turns back with poker face- Snitches. Get. Stitches.

#leo rottmnt #leonardo hamato #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt mutant mayhem #leo tmnt #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt #mutant mayhem #drabble #crossover #leonardo #raph rottmnt

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asriel20asi · 5 months

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Hands Donnie a mug of hot chocolate and snuggles in beside him as he works on coding his latest tech project. Yawns while laying your head against his soft shell, and you become his human hot water bottle while a small dark green blush graces his snoot. You fall asleep within minutes and a small shy smile graces his lips at your tiny snores and sleepy hug around his shoulders. "よく休んでください、私の美しい鳩" he whispers while continuing the coding process.

#rottmnt fandom #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt #drabbles #tmnt donatello #donatello hamato #hamato donatello #donatello x reader #donatello x y/n #donatello x you #rise donnie #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #Haven't written a drabble of him for a while~♡

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kelpieseatturtles · 2 months

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sometimes you just want to hug your turtle

When he first pulled you in, no words were said as his brilliant blue eyes sparkled in the dark. His face softened as a small smile creeped up his face.

“I missed you.”

A smile glimmer of a smile grazed her face as she reached her arms, squeezing them around his shell as best she could. The masked turtle leaned down burring his cold snout into her shoulder, unmoving, just basking in her sweet scent. After the long days apart, him leading the team, her with a life of her own, for a few hours tonight they could spend in each other’s arms. And have a night just for themselves.

#Fluff #pure fluff #leo just really missed you #Hugs #leonardo x reader #drabble #tmnt #bayverse #tmnt bayverse #tmnt leonardo #tmnt 2016

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layer-10-love · 7 months

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Lady Moon.

2012 leo x reader-

As the leader or the team, Leo tended to be more focused in leading and less interested in other ‘lesser’ hobbies. So it’s a bit of a surprise when you find a romance novel underneath his pillow.

aka, boy fail cringe leo (affectionate) also i wrote this like in 40 minutes so apologies for bad writing

As the appointed leader, Leo tried to be serious and mature about his role;with no help from his brothers. Strong, calm, confident, stoic and mature was what he was supposedly was. Unfortunately, anyone that knew him for more than a few minutes would know that he is none of these things. At least to a certain extent.

Truth is, Leo…was a big fat nerd. No surprise there. He liked watching space heroes and often gushed about it to the nearest living creature, giving them new meaningless memories and a massive headache. He liked making stupid jokes and god awful puns. It was honestly sorta cute to you.

What was a surprise was the book that was underneath his pillow. You technically weren’t supposed to be going through his things, but he technically should’ve given back that black cat plushie you let him borrow for Halloween. Picking up the book, you glance over the title.

‘The Man and the Moon.’

From the looks of it, it was a romance novel.

…Leo? Leon? Leonardo? Fearless?

You never pegged him for the type to read romance books, hell, you never pegged him for the type to read things other than Japanese literature or comic books.

‘A classic romance novel tells the story of two star-crossed lovers, Max and Luna - both literally and figuratively. Max is a successful businessman who has dedicated his entire life to making his dreams come true, and Luna is a quiet and mysterious woman who seems to have a special connection with the moon. Despite coming from different backgrounds, Max and Luna quickly find themselves drawn to each other, and they must navigate the rocky terrain of love and discover the true meaning of happiness.’

You read as you skimmed over the summarization of the novel. It seemed like a good read! But, if you talked to Leo about your little discovery, you’d probably be in for another classic Leo Lecture about not snooping. Again, it was fair in your humble opinion.

And if you shared this information with his brothers, he would be ridiculed and mocked by his brothers, despite them having weirder hobbies. Aka, Mikey and his weird obsession with boiling pizza. Ah, brotherly love.

You made a mental note on the book and carefully stored it away underneath Leo’s soft pillow.

He doesn’t need to know.

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Leo seemed to be busy more often than usual, with the lame excuse of being occupied with meditation and training in his room.

Which was a bummer since tonight was a movie night with everyone. Raph, Mikey, Donnie, April and even Casey were here!

You huffed and sat on the floor in front of Mikey who was sitting on the couch.

“So, what shitty slasher flick are we watching tonight?”

Raph grinned menacingly while holding a dvd and standing in front of the television.

“It’s not a slasher film, god knows Mikey would have nightmares again. Not that I’m against the idea of Mikey suffering, but I don’t want to have to let him sleep in my bed again.”

Mikey cheered from the back,

“I knew you cared about me! See, Casey? Raph likes me more than you.”

Casey frowned and groaned.

“C'mon! Do we really have to watch a baby version of scary movies?! What happened to entertainment and morality?”

“I’m surprised you know the word, ‘morality’”, teased April.

“Nah, I think he’s just throwing out random words and hoping that one of them will make sense. Remember when he said that we should ‘photosynthesis’ and ‘equilibrium’ with the enemy?”, you add mockingly, “You almost made Donnie pop a blood vessel.”

Speaking of Donnie, he rushed right through his lab door carrying multiple blueprints and plans for whatever new project he was working on.

“Hey four eyes! Gonna join us for crappy baby's first horror flick?”

“Why do you call me four eyes, Casey? I’ve never even worn glasses before, so why would you nickname me something that doesn't make any sense?”

“Easy.”, started Casey, “Glasses make you a nerd. YOU are a nerd without glasses, therefore you need glasses since you’re a nerd.”

“Casey connecting the dots? Hell must’ve flown over and pigs must’ve learnt to fly.”, you snickered.

After a whole debate between Donnie and Casey, the pizza was brought by Mikey and the rest of the snacks were laid on the floor by April and Raph. Monthly movie nights were truly a miracle.

But, there’s something missing.

“Where’s Leo?”, Mikey questioned while taking a disgustingly large bite of his pizza.

“Fearless? Eh, he’s probably in the dojo training like always.”

“Probably, but usually everyone joins for these types of things! Do you think he’s training or doing something else?”

“If you care so much why don’t you ask him for yourself, [Name]?”, Raph says, really not caring about anything else other than the movie that he picked.

You grumble and reluctantly head over to Leo’s room, hoping that he wasn’t doing teenage boy activities. Ugh.

You considered knocking on his door, but then you remembered the plushie he never returned and slammed the door open.

Leo scrambled off the bed and onto the ground, holding a familiar book before throwing it off into the distance, praying you didn’t see. He chuckled nervously while leaning suspiciously on his bed.

“Oh! Hey, [Name]…! Uh…do you need something?”

He seemed so anxious and nervous…it was actually kinda cute! It’s like you have two little creatures on your shoulder, each one trying to give you a way to navigate this whole situation.

‘Leave him alone and give him space! That’s the nice thing to do.’, says the one on your right shoulder.

‘Get the book and make fun of him!!!’, giggles the one on your left shoulder.

…it’s obvious who won.

“What were you reading, Leo?” You ask with a teasing grin, watching him squirm under your gaze.

“Oh…uh me? Uhm…comic books! Yeah comic books! I was reading a really weird part so that’s why I was surprised when you came in and…”

Whatever other words that were being soren from him was ignored, you only think about how oddly adorable it was.

You glance at where the book was hastily hidden and chuckled.

“What comic was it?”

Before Leo could make another desperate and obvious lie, you quickly snatched up the book from where he tossed it and read the title. It was the same one as before.

“The Man and the Moon?”, you teased.

“That isn’t mine! April just asked me to hold on to it for her!”, he blushed as he tried to regain his confidence and composure.

“Cmon, Leo, we both know you can’t lie to save your shell.”

He paused and looked away, blushing furiously and fidgeting with his fingers. You sighed and took his hand.

“Hey.”, you look into his eyes. “I pinky swear that I won’t tell your brothers. You know how they are.”, you think back to the time Raph was found playing a dating simulator, and how the bickering lasted for weeks.

“Plus,”, you continued, “it’s not the worst thing you've ever done.”

“…You don’t think it’s weird?”, he asked cautiously.

“Why would it be weird? Like, people read romance all the time.”

“But, y’know…I’m a guy…and a mutant turtle…and well…”

You shrugged and climbed onto his bed, leaning against his plastron once you had sat down next to him.

“Romance is nice, I guess. It’s just another genre in a variety of genres.”, you felt and heard his heart thump faster as he gulped nervously.

“So…”, You started, “Are you gonna go to movie night or what?”

Leo’s eyes widened as he seemed to have a revelation.

“The movie! Crap, I forgot about that!”

#rise of the tmnt #tmnt #tmnt x reader #leo x reader #tmnt 2012 #leonardo x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #save rise of the tmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #kikou drabbles

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