Look At Me
Leo x Reader
Look At Me
Prompt: Hi! I’m new to Tumblr so Idk how this works exactly.. But can you do a Leo fic? You know how he doesn’t really care that he’s a mutant and all that stuff? He just sort of pushes it aside? Well do you think maybe he could just pour out all of his feelings/break down in front of the reader? Maybe angsty and fluffy??
Note: Aaaaaaah Leo my babe <3
Word Count: 1097
You had always admired Leo. He was always calm, collected, ready for whatever was coming his way. He stood tall and looked death in the face, challenging it to take another step. His blue eyes sent a chill up your spine, and one of his smiles was enough to send a flurry of butterflies through your stomach.
Sure, you had been hesitant of Leo and his brothers when you had first met them, but now you couldn’t imagine your life without them. They were such a vital part of your happiness that it was impossible for you to go even a day without thinking about them.
Leo had a special spot in your heart. You looked out for him, silently restocking his tea bags when he was running low, sneaking books you finished reading into the bottom of his stack, sketching him when he wasn’t looking. It didn’t take long at all for your friendship with him to evolve into a crush. A big one.
You found yourself questioning if he felt the same way about you. If his glances at you when he thought you weren’t looking meant anything.
It was a chilly fall day when you came down to the lair with a drink holder full of Pumpkin Spice Lattes. You were cozy in the blue sweater you found yourself wearing more and more often lately. As soon as you set them on the counter, Mikey’s disappeared as he zoomed off towards his gaming spot. You dropped Donnie’s off in his lab, and then headed to the dojo where you expected to find the blue-clad turtle, but only found Raph. So, after giving Raph his latte, you set out to search the rest of the lair.
Your search led you to Leo’s room where you could swear you heard sniffling. Well, it was cold season, after all, you figured. Good thing you had tissues in your bag. You knocked on the door to his room.
“Leo? I brought Pumpkin Spice and Hocus Pocus,” you called. You heard a little bit of movement and the sniffling stopped. You raised an eyebrow, confused. Something was not right here. “Leo? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just give me a second.” his voice was muffled by the door. Finally, you were face to face with him. He was wearing that warm sort of smile that made your heart flutter. It almost hid the tears threatening to spill from his blue, blue eyes. Almost.
“Is something wrong?” You asked, handing over the drink. He started to shake his head and then stopped and motioned for you to come in. Once you were inside the room, he closed the door behind you.
“I’m sorry, I just…” he reached up to wipe away fresh tears. And it hit you then that you had never seen Leonardo cry. Not calm Leonardo. Not brave Leonardo. Not the fearless leader in blue. He was always so collected, so ready for anything. “I’ve been thinking too much lately. But I’m okay, I promise.”
“You are obviously not okay.” Your voice was soft. You spoke to him as though he was made of glass and you were afraid a misplaced word would shatter him.
He sat down on the bed all at once, causing it to groan under his weight. You stood in front of him, looking down on his slouched figure. For once he was shorter than you, but not by much. Tentatively, you reached out to wipe away his tears. He let you, leaning into your careful touch.
“You can tell me anything.”
“I know.” he nodded, taking a shaky breath. “I’ve just been thinking about…you know, what I am…lately. And I know it’s not good for me, and I know I shouldn’t, but I just…”
More tears slipped down his cheeks. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”
“Do what, Leo?”
“Do this! Pretend I’m content with being a giant mutant freak!” He took a deep breath, recentering himself.
You were quiet for a long time, looking at him, trying to decide what you could do to make it better. Eventually, you ended up wrapping your arms around him, resting your chin on his shoulder.
“I know it’s hard. I know you struggle with it. You all do. I see it in your eyes whenever I come here. I know.” you whispered. With every word, Leo slowly began to embrace you, holding you tight. You could feel his chest shaking, arms trembling as they held you. “But you’re not freaks. I don’t care what you think about yourselves or where you came from or how you came to be. You’re not freaks.”
He took a shaky breath before speaking again.
“No one is ever going to love me. Us. Not like the people up there love each other.”
It took you a second to unjumble his whispered words in your mind. He sounded particularly broken when admitting this part.
“Look at me, Leo.” You pulled yourself out of his shoulder and guided his face to look at yours. His eyes slowly found yours, a sad, dejected look on his face. Your expression softened. “Someone already loves you. More than anyone she knows. More than anyone she’s ever loved.”
“Really?” his voice broke, and through his sadness shined just a little ray of hope.
“Yes. So, so much.” Your heart was racing, and his arms tightened around you again.
“I love you too,” Leo wiped away the last of his tears, a smile finally returning to his handsome face. “I just didn’t think you could…this would have been a lot easier if I had just talked to you, huh?” he sort of chuckled.
“Yeah, I bet.” You ran your small fingers along his green face, admiring every facet of him. He watched you with wonder in his eyes. How someone so beautiful could find something worth admiring in him was beyond him, but you couldn’t help but admire the handsome terrapin. “How about I grab a blanket and we can go pop in the movie?”
“Hocus Pocus.” you held up the case. “You said you hadn’t ever seen it, so I brought it over.”
“Thoughtful. As always.” He smiled warmly and stood up from the bed, resuming his spot towering tall above you. You basically had to look straight up to make eye contact. He chuckled at that too. At how small you were compared to him.
“I need to invest in a step-stool.” you laughed. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“We’ll figure it out.”