(Can be any TMNT iteration you wish)
There you were. Staring at the mirror. Wondering what he had planned for you this weekend. You had no idea that he’d be this eager to meet. You’d only been talking for two weeks! Did it raise some red flags?
You shook your head. Why would it? Normal people go on dates within a week of talking. Right? You crossed your arms over your chest. Hating the way your breasts prevented them from coming in any closer. In fact you hated a lot about your body.
You blew out a breath, looking yourself up and down.
Your entirely stark naked self.
You were trying a few things out since you discovered you were in fact non-binary. You stopped shaving. Letting your leg hair grow out and your under arm hair do the same. At first it bothered you. But then it grew on you. Literally.
You laugh, running your hands over your not so perfect stomach. “I haven’t even told you that I’m a little on the heavy side.”
What’s he going to think?
About your being overweight?
You sigh. “It’s not like he’s sent me a pic of himself.” You reason. After all, you both agreed to wait and see one another in person. No vids. No selfies.
“I just think it would be better if we wait.” He had said. “Your’e already getting a tease with my voice right?”
And what a tease it had been.
He sounded absolutely gorgeous.
Your mind wandered back, going over every conversation you had with him.
Then, as you reached about the middle, you sucked in a sharp breath.
“I know you like your monsters.”
You blinked. “Wait.” You whispered to yourself, turning to look at your book shelves. Your stomach tightened. You’d never told him anything about what books you read. You were too afraid he’d up and disappear.
But this was crossing a line. You squinted your eyes. “How did…” Your voice trailed off as you stomped over to the nightstand, quickly picking up your phone, your fingertips tapping out a quick text.
How did you know what I liked to read?
Your heart raced as you waited to see when he read the message.
You blinked. “What?” You repeated, reading the one line question. “You know damn well what!”
And you texted just that.
Y/N. What are you talking about? I don’t remember discussing anything about what you like to read.
A puff of exasperation escaped your lips as you shoved your hand through your hair, then texted back.
Exactly! Have you been stalking me?
You waited a few seconds, fury snaking through you.
Then you added another text before he could respond.
I don’t think we should meet.
If you thought you couldn’t breathe before, staring down at your phone now definitely made you realize that you could in fact breathe then.
Your chest threatened to burst.
Leaving your lungs and heart on the floor.
Part of you wanted to just turn your ringer off and toss the phone on the bed. To not even read his response. You didn’t need to elaborate. If you were uncomfortable, you were just that.
You read the text again and again.
A disgruntled laugh escaped your mouth as you stared down at the screen.
You gulped in a breath of air, your eyes catching on his name at the top of the text thread.
Before you could start spiraling, the screen suddenly cleared and his name now blazed as he was calling you.
You stared, your finger hovering over the phone.
Did you even want to hear his smooth voice telling you excuses?
You caught him red handed and now he wanted to worm his way out of it.
You closed your eyes, a nagging feeling in the back of your mind urging you to answer the phone. You looked down at his name again, your heart aching as you swiped right to answer.
“What?” You asked harshly as you brought the phone to your ear.
Silence at first, then, “Please let me explain.” He said softly.
“Explain how you knew what I liked to read? Or explain how you’ve been lying to me for two weeks?” You ask, your voice beginning to tremble.
Why did they always have to disappoint you?
“Ok. One, I haven’t been lying to you and would never do so. I respect you way too much for that. And two, I will explain how I know what you like to read.” He took in a breath. “Y/N, I swear I never stalked you. I will however admit that I didn’t just find you on a dating site.”
“Ok.” You say, your heart squeezing. “I’m listening.”
“A few weeks ago, I saw you. In person.” You start to speak, but he immediately begs for you to listen. “I know we agreed to not see each other until our first date and I felt so bad for that, because as I just said, I already saw you. It was an unfair deal.”
“You bet your ass it was!” You shout, then curiosity grabs you. “Where did you see me?” You ask, your toes gripping the plush rug below.
He chuckles, which makes you a little more aggravated. “I saw you at the book store. My favorite book store.” He sighed. “I go there often.” His words began to formulate in your mind, clicking into place. “The woman that runs it, Shelly? She told me when I asked her what your favorite genre was.”
“I’ve known Shelly forever.” You breathe a sense of betrayal nicking your ego.
“She told me that too.” You could hear the smirk in his voice.
“What else did she tell you?” You narrowed your eyes as you sat down on your bed.
“Not much. I wasn’t trying to pry that much. I just wanted to know your name and what books you liked, because I too love to read.” He said, a loud bang suddenly erupting somewhere in the background.
“What was that?” You asked, standing. Suddenly unsure that it hadn’t come from somewhere in your apartment. You quickly put the phone on speaker, then set it on the bed as you threw on your night gown. Leo had gone silent. “Leo?” You waited, then… “Leo!”
You picked the phone up, heading towards the living room. “Leo, are you ok?” As you turned the corner, your heart nearly stopped beating altogether. In fact…
“I hadn’t realized that you apparently like to collect heavy metal objects as well.” He chuckled, putting his phone away, then replacing the brass vase next to the window.
Gooseflesh raised on your arms, traveling up to your neck. The voice matched, but the rest of him? Your eyes roamed over his tall form, taking in every detail. From the top of his head, down to his shell, to his plastron, to his muscled arms and legs. A brilliant blue bandana was neatly tied around his bald head, allowing equally blue eyes to also watch and observe everything about you as he turned back to face you.
He shifted uncomfortably, his arms crossing over his chest. “I know that I must be somewhat of a…” He stopped as you held up your hand.
“If what you’re about to say is anything but the word beautiful, I don’t want to hear it.” You grinned, your cheeks flushing. You swallowed, your mouth suddenly going dry. “Did she give you my address too?”
It was his turn to blush. His green cheeks turning quite a shade darker. “That might be where the smallest amount of stalking took place.” He shook his head, his lips quirking up into the most adorable grin. “You’re not at all taken aback by my appearance?” He shrugged. “Most people tend to run in the other direction.”
Your eyebrows raised.“So, you’ve stalked other women before? And, no. I’m not.” You smile.
“No, you’re the first, Y/N. And I can’t say that I’m the least bit ashamed.” He slowly took a step towards you, his ocean blue eyes focused on yours, waiting for any sign that you didn’t want him to approach. When in fact, you wanted just the opposite. Slowly, gently, you reached your hand out to him and he did the same.
You took in his hand, noting that he only had three fingers, as you slid your hand into his, your stomach squirming. This man. This six and a half foot turtle/man was standing in your living room, your hand now in his as your other hand now seemed to move on its own accord, seeking out his other hand.
You suddenly found yourself no longer angry about the stalking. Now, all you wanted to do was get to know him. To have him close. In this moment, all your insecurities faded into the background. The roar of self doubt, quelled by his calming presence.
“Hello, Y/N.” He breathed as he gently pulled you to him. You took in a deep breath, the scent of leather and incense filling your senses.
“Hi, Leo.” You grinned, your hands pulling free so that you could touch his plastron. He took in a breath as what you thought would be a hard chest, was surprisingly soft as your fingertips pressed against him. Slowly, you ran your hands out and over to his shoulders, grazing over hardened muscle.
“Y/N.” He breathed, his hands gently cupping either side of your face. “I should have just come to you like this from the beginning, but I was afraid you might not want me.”
You looked up at him, your skin ablaze where he held you. “Are you kidding me? You’re a god damn dream come true!” You laughed.
He chuckled as he pulled you to him, his arms wrapping around you. “I’m so glad to hear that!” He pressed several kisses against the top of your head. “Because, you’re a dream come true for me too!”
