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when are we levelling up from the troupe of "leo is being an ass because of leadership issues/feelings and reader—in her infinite patience and wisdom—calms him down and forgives him with little to no pushback"
Firmly of the belief that this phenomenon happens because ppl are misinterpreting the change in Leo’s demeanor (post stressful situations) as solely him being dickish and needing an understanding shoulder to fall back on instead of what canon has overtly shown he needs over and over again, specifically someone needing to call him out and hold him accountable for his actions. No one wants to be a, potentially, preachy mouthpiece to their fave and hinders whatever point they’re trying to make by refusing to acknowledge the actual pain the behavior they’ve presented would genuinely cause…
People definitely forget that they are an omniscient audience, so they have insider knowledge of Leo's state of mind that people in the actual story will not. I hate it when it's portrayed that if someone has an adverse reaction to the pain a character causes, they are in the wrong for simply not understanding the character better or for not immediately seeing through the pain they caused. It's not realistic, and ironically, leaves no room for compassion.
100% as you said—Leo needs someone to hold him accountable. TMNT doesn't have the cast (mainly Raph and Splinter) calling out Leo just for drama's sake. I wish people opened their eyes more and actually acknowledged what the narrative is telling them, instead of falling back on cliché and unrealistic "romance" tropes.
Finally, I think misogyny definitely plays a role in this—standards for women dictate that they need to be forgiving, self-sacrificing, and non-combative counterparts to their significant other. So, people constantly portraying the fem reader as someone who has to not only take the first step to forgive, but also push aside her hurt to comfort her troubled male partner, reeks of internalised misogyny. Nobody is awed by this. Retire it already.
when are we levelling up from the troupe of "leo is being an ass because of leadership issues/feelings and reader—in her infinite patience and wisdom—calms him down and forgives him with little to no pushback"
Firmly of the belief that this phenomenon happens because ppl are misinterpreting the change in Leo’s demeanor (post stressful situations) as solely him being dickish and needing an understanding shoulder to fall back on instead of what canon has overtly shown he needs over and over again, specifically someone needing to call him out and hold him accountable for his actions. No one wants to be a, potentially, preachy mouthpiece to their fave and hinders whatever point they’re trying to make by refusing to acknowledge the actual pain the behavior they’ve presented would genuinely cause…
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A/n: This was NAWT supposed to be a full thing, but the ramble evolved more than I wanted so… Posting at 0 dark 30 to add to the atmosphere that’s practically nonexistent-
Warnings: Slight language use, potentially ooc Leo, short silly crack fic, no specified gender for reader
It all starts with your shiny new car. It’s got tinted windows and a paint job that makes car jocks swoon.
It's better than the original hunk of junk you'd been rolling around in before. The air conditioner actually does its job and the engine light isn't a pretty accessory for your dashboard. Casey still does surprise checks under the hood, but they become less and less frequent as the months pass.
After a few upgrades from Donatello, you also seem to find yourself a little too excited to be in your new ride, even going as far as to pester whoever you can to take the additional seats. Actually, pester is a bit of a strong word, given you barely have to ask most times. In all honesty, the turtles seem more excited about your hot rod than you, especially when you happen to suggest taking a ride around the neighborhood during daylight hours. It’s inconspicuous and gives a weird sense of normalcy you weren’t exactly attempting to emulate.
It probably also helps that you let your passengers pick the music…
Most of the turtles have happily brought their own burned CDs and mixtapes to play in your car when you’ve gone riding, consistently bumping heads over who gets to put their disc in first. You’ve tried implementing a potential shotgun rule, but that never seems to quite work out when the playful shoving to the front seat ends with your car getting a little banged up. You’ve become well acquainted with most of the brothers’ musical tastes, from Mikey’s complete memorization of Will Smith’s discography and Jimmy Buffet greatest hits to Raph’s weird obsession with the Paint It Black album to Don’s deeper exploration of the musical tones of the romantic era.
However, your ever present kindness with your CD player has deeper ulterior motives, specifically surrounding the eldest…
Despite being together for a minute, and close for years now, you still, somehow, have no idea what music Leonardo likes. It’s not intentional, he usually let you choose whatever you listen to when you’re alone and his brothers usually put on some middle ground tunes when they’re altogether, so you didn’t exactly get the opportunity to learn through pure osmosis.
You’ve practically been begging and pleading for him to finally clue you in. He gives some simple answers, sparsely ruminating about enjoying the soft tunes Splinter plays during meditations or the background humming of the old cultural discs they’ve collected over the years. You’re growing desperate to have even a smidgen of an idea of what he’s talking about. He’s not exactly open on sharing, however.
In your desperation, you finally mention wanting a new CD to fill the space of the lonelier car rides, maybe something that’ll feel so unequivocally like him that it feels like he’s practically there. He ruminates over it, then affirms he’ll get back to you on that.
And gets back to you, he does, with a shining disc and nervous disposition as he hands the prize over. It’s a random weekday, smushed between errands and patrols into the pocket of alone time you carve through your schedules for each other. It feels so heavy when he pushes it between your palms, over the neutral tone of your car’s console.
You expect to hear the soft thrumming of something out of a yoga tape or maybe the soft humming you’d grown accustomed to during Splinter’s meditation hours. Instead, the soft rumbling of something a little louder sounds from the stereo, followed by the soft hums of rhythmic snaps.
You’d recognize the beat anywhere. It’s practically her signature, “Is this… Aaliyah?”
“May she rest in peace?” He can barely meet your gaze as Rock The Boat fills your car. It’s not even remotely close to what he’d left you to expect and feels so out there that you’re unsure if this is a joke.
“No way…” Your fingers lightly grasp at the knob on your radio, turning it up just enough the base in your speakers makes the seats bounce a little. There’s no way you’re imagining that.
Just as you roll it the other way, another beat flows to something vaguely familiar. Your lips part to name it, but it escapes you just as easily.
Just as you turn to ask, he's presented a crisp sheet of paper filled with his neat handwriting, "Glow from the Tasty album. I made you a list, just in case..."
It's numbered, estimated timestamps lining the sides of each title. Song title, artist, album. Most of them were soft R&B released in the last decade, artists you recognized and didn’t. Simple, efficient-
“It’s not exactly what you asked for,” He adds, thumb brushing the knuckles of your hand laid across your console. You can practically see the gears turning and his words push out a little slow.
You hum, “Oh?”
“I have a few favorites in there, but..." He pauses, head softly moving side to side as he ruminates the next words. Eventually, "It's mostly songs that make me think of you..."
Your cheeks go warm at the admission, “Oh!”
“Oh?”
The ridge of his mask crinkles upward and his bashful neutrality shifts into something more akin to subconscious questioning. His tone teeters insecurity, and you nearly fumble in your speed to respond, “It's really sweet, Leo. I genuinely really like it..."
"But?" Leo still manages to catch the soft disappointment in your tone and you want to bury your head in the dirt. You can only assume you look like a kicked puppy from where he's sitting. His eyes analyze each small movement, from the way your fingers grip the list between them to the overthinking glint in your eyes.
"It's just not...," Your words trail off a little as you avert your stare towards your window. The car's surrounded by the faded brick walls of New York alleyways, shades turning brown as dusk starts to approach. Your lips purse a little before you mumble, "Yoga music? I was sorta expecting yoga music...?"
In the small bout of silence that follows, you chance a glance his way, maybe hoping to gauge what face he could plausibly ber making in response. He barks out a laugh, one he immediately tries to cover up with a balled fist to his mouth. The failed attempt only makes your cheeks burn warmer, twinged in soft embarrassment and a fondness for the relaxed sight that seems rarer and rarer as days pass.
"Yoga music?" Leo finally manages to ask between chuckles, "Why would you expect yoga music?"
"B-Because! You literally said so!" Your hands lunge for his mouth before you can tether the growing shame, "Stop laughing! You said you like that kinda music when I asked... So I kinda assumed you were giving me some zen CD or something..." Your fingers slowly lower once his snickers cease, "Not Kelis and old Debarge tracks."
He seems to ruminate in that for a moment, shell pressing into the covered leather of your seats and knuckles fondly brushing his chin, "Well, I do like that kind of music for meditating and training, I guess. But," You don't miss the ends of his lips curving into soft indentions, "I tend to listen to this stuff a little more often."
"Thinking about me?"
"Sometimes," He teases, but there's little bite to it. Especially not when the intro to All I Do Is Think of You thrums in.
I was going insane watching him, kept replaying episodes when it was his focus and if dark leo was there too??????
I NEED TO BE SANDWICHED IN BETWEEN THOSE TWO
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I know this isn't exactly what you asked for, but this idea was stuck in my head.
content: 2003 leo // discussions of jealousy
“This is weird.”
Leo looks up from the sandwich he had been making, raising the ridge of his mask curiously. “What is?”
“Him.” You jerk your thumb in the direction of the sickbay, where a towering figure lies bedridden—the resentful clone of your blue-clad boyfriend. “He’s been making eyes at me.”
“You mean glaring?” The corner of Leo’s lips twitches upwards. “Don’t worry, he’s been doing that with everyone.”
Despite his lighthearted teasing, you’re not convinced as you stubbornly shake your head.
“No. He’s making the eyes.” You insist, adding on when Leo tilts his head in confusion. “The one Raph used to tease you for.”
Leo tries to disguise his flustered embarrassment with pursed lips, but you can spy the poor attempt from a mile away. With his cheeks blooming a darker shade of green, he turns away to return his focus on the sandwich.
“Oh.” He says quietly, knowing exactly what you’re referring to—back when you were sporting helpless crushes on each other, Leo used to sneak frequent glances at you whenever he believed you weren’t looking. Apparently, it had been obvious enough that Raph had coined it as “making soft eyes”. Reminiscing, you’re still surprised that it went undetected by you for this long.
When Leo’s silence stretches on, you wonder if he’s displeased by your pointed statement. Most wouldn’t like the idea of someone else having a crush on their partner, right? Even though you know you should let this topic go, you feel possessed by the spirit of morbid curiosity. Over the years you’ve known him, you’ve seen a variety of emotions on Leo—happy, sad, angry, and playful—but you do not know what jealousy looks like on him.
“He probably has a crush on me.” You blurt out, and immediately wince at the volume, nervously glancing around the corner to make sure Dark Leonardo hadn’t been listening. To your relief, you find him napping, brow muscles furrowed even in slumber.
“Well…” Leo begins loftily. “At least you're confident.”
That wasn’t what you were expecting. You whip around to face him, your mouth opening and closing like a fish on land. “You’re making fun of me.”
He responds by pushing the meal tray in your direction, and despite your baffled state, you automatically reach for it. His hands finally unoccupied, Leo pivots on his heel, regarding you with wry amusement.
“Do you want me to tell him to knock it off?”
Immediately, your nose scrunches at the idea, grimacing. “Uh, no. You sound like a mom about to tell the school bully off for picking on her kid.”
He snorts at the apt descriptor, and though you should be laughing with him right now, you can’t help the churning in your stomach at his reaction. You know it’s silly to be upset about something like this, but you can’t help but feel discomfited. Were you not someone worth getting jealous over?
“So that’s it?” You pipe up suddenly, and you do not recognise your curt tone until Leo abruptly falls silent. You hurry to tack on. “I mean… you wouldn’t feel anything if he really did have a crush on me…?”
When Leo wordlessly stares at you, you consider asking Serling to reserve a plot of land for you to bury yourself in. The few seconds that pass by are agonisingly long, with Leo carefully studying your expression before speaking up.
“No, I’m not jealous.” He finally says, jaw set and eyes stern. “Because I know you wouldn’t leave me for him—the same way I could never leave you for somebody else.”
The oddly romantic confession causes your heart to stutter, heat creeping up to your face as your grip on the tray tightens. In contrast, Leo appears as collected as ever as he readies to head to the terrace to train with Donny. However, before he passes you by, he stops to place a hand on your shoulder, leaning in until his lips are dangerously close to yours.
“But if he did try anything, I’d do a lot more than telling him to knock it off.” He mutters lowly, his tone gruff in a way you’ve only heard him when he speaks of his enemies. Blood rushes to your ears as he pulls away, your chest tightening at the possessive edge in his intonation. In contrast to the state he rendered you in, he walks away, leaving you with a thundering heart.
However, you are brought back to reality when you hear the distant grumbling of a stomach—oh, right, you’re still holding Dark Leonardo’s lunch.
Silly, horny thought of Gen trying really hard to smooth talk his way into a threesome with you and Senku. He’s been plotting it for a while now, dropping small comments and subliminal messaging to coerce the thought in your brain.
He doesn’t have any high expectations for it to work, it’s less and less common for his usual mentalist tricks to work on Senku and you’ve gotten pretty good at picking up on a few of his tactics. Getting to see the soft flush on your cheeks and playing coy with Senku later fuels him enough to see another day.
So color him surprised when sweet, sweet Senkie mentions finally letting him watch whatever degeneracy they get up to-
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He’s not intentionally aiming for it when he’s got you bent over enough to touch your toes, softly tugging you back into his hold as your warm walls snuggly squeeze around him-
It’s never intentional. He just can’t help it when he’s buried so deep inside and your cunt feels so good, begging him to fill you and leave you as full as possible after.
His grip on your hips tighten as he gets closer, trying to hold on just a little longer for you. He can feel your legs starting to give out, but he needs to draw at least one more orgasm out of you before he’s satisfied. Your tears should suggest so, yet a thick digit adds the right amount of pressure to your sensitive nub and you whimper out another release just as Leo spills into you-
I don’t talk about it on main a lot, but one of my favorite aspects of Leo’s character is that he’s never able to be a traditionalist character like he so desperately wants people to believe. We joke so often about him being dorky and so by the book, but typically, as the story delves deeper into exploring his character, it’s generally something he struggles with because of his complexes.
It’s more obvious in 2012, from his character design to the lessons he’s meant to learn and his parallels to Yoshi and Saki’s backstory. When he’s struggling, the first thing he grapples with is his relationship to following the teachings of the Hamato clan in some way.
It’s practically a running gag in 2003, where he constantly pushes these ideas of following the rules but he also has a tendency to break them. It’s the main conflict of 2007 Leonardo’s relationship to his family and why he took so long to come back from his trip. The prequel comics focus more on his struggle with staying out of human affairs and following the code set by Splinter, only for him to finally come back home in the movie and try to re-enforce the rules that caused such a divide among them in the first place.
He’s too strict, he’s too lenient, he strays too far from his team, he relies on them too much. Sure, he’s dorky and by the book, but there’s still a problem when he isn’t.
It’s (imo) why he latches so close to Karai, because she’s such staunch proof of what freedom from the responsibility of traditionalism is. Her role, for the most part, is to make him question his ideals. Sometimes she’s his mirror, sometimes she’s his polar opposite when you analyze them through a different lens. But, she’s always meant for him to reflect on where he stands.
He’s an unintentional hypocrite, but his arc is meant for him to understand that they’re not meant to follow these traditions when they don’t even follow the laws of biology.
And, when discussing hypothetical runtimes, Rise would’ve been such an interesting way to further explore his relationship with traditionalism separated from his role of leadership. Usually, we see him grapple with having the role removed in different ways varying on the narrative, but still having a complex about his relationship to ninjutsu when he isn’t the leader would’ve been something so different and additive to his character. He’s shown, from the beginning, to have a bit more proficiency with his katanas than his brothers and I always wondered why that was the case, even if it was just for a gag.
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Rereading Dr Stone again (in preparation for me and Sav’s upcoming rewatch together) and I’m wondering if Inagaki-Sensei has any extra world-building interviews out there? I know he did the QnA stuff during the last season, but is there anymore stuff I’m just missing?
