Leonardo Scenarios!
I've been binging too many of these and decided to make my own!
Based on the TMNT boys from the 2016 movie! But I am open to moving to other reboots as well if wished for!
This is my first reader insert please be gentle....
BO...
Thank god it's finally Friday! You survived your first week at your new job! Although, now you have the nickname of Coffee Girl thanks to your poor body coordination skills. But you refused to let that take you down because you had an entire weekend to yourself! Two whole days of whatever pleases you.
And right now it so pleased you to change into your most comfy painting outfit and order your favorite Chinese dinner. (If you don't like Chinese then pick a different ethnicity to base this scene on lol)
Shoving your coffee table against the far wall, you worked your beat up old easel from your art closet and toted it out into the open space. Throwing open your huge kitchen window curtains to let the sunlight come streaming through, you leaned your freshly gesso-ed canvas against the support beam and dropped the clip weight to ensure it wouldn't shift while you worked. Rolling out the little wheeled nightstand of paints and brushes, you filled an old coffee mug with water from the tap and dropped in your worn brushes to soak. Your whole ritual was put on hold when a knock echoed through your door. Your food!
"Just a second!" You tugged your falling cotton coverup back up around your shoulders as you hopped around your set-up to get to the front door. You checked your peephole to make sure you weren't randomly throwing open your door for god knows what.
"Thanks, Lin!" You squeak as you grab for the food, handing the elderly Asian woman a $20 as a tip. She brightly smiled and spoke something in a language you didn't understand before waving and scampering away. You softly smiled at her endless energy before stepping back into your apartment with your to-go box filling your home with the delicious smell of F/M. (Favorite Meal)
Turning back around, you paused and tilted your head at the listlessly fluttering curtains of your open balcony doors. You don't remember opening the doors. You shrugged it off and dropped your food on an extra stand by your easel so you could multitask.
"What to paint, what to paint. C'mon Y/N get the braining juices flowing!" All your creative juices ran straight to those enigmatic blue eyes you had burned into the front of your mind since that Monday night. They were the bluest things you've ever seen- in spite of the fact that you were about 65% sure you hallucinated the whole incident. You haven't seen any traces of the creature or the others up on the rooftop with him.
You'd been over that mere few seconds over and over in your brain during the whole week. All you really managed to work out was the thing was huge- the fact that he nearly shook your entire room with a landing told you that- his name was Leo, he wore a mask for some fucking reason that matched his blue eyes, and that he definitely wasn't human.
Your hands moved without your brain, scooping up a wide and flat brush to dip into various pots of paint and spread out over the canvas as your thoughts wandered aimlessly. Mixing a few custom shades with one hand while struggling to shovel the food into your mouth with your cheap wooden chopsticks, you paused and finally took a good look at the work you were creating.
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"Wow, wonder what was on the brain...." You tilted your head to the right, your H/C strands dipping into the bright azure acrylic without you realizing, and lightly hummed in thought.
"Well at least it isn't obvious or ugly. I'll keep it." You set your brush down and scooped up your meal to finish while the paint dried so you could add the final gloss varnish to protect it and give it a pretty shine. You wiped your paint slathered hand on your already paint slathered jeans and white coverup so you could get a better grip on the chopsticks.
"Hey, Alexa!" You shout through your mouthful of food, the little cylinder glowing cerulean to indicate it was listening. "Play my Weekend Playlist."
"Playing your Weekend Playlist." It spoke in its soft and ladylike voice before choosing a random song to blare through your apartment. You bobbed your head to the beat of F/S (Favorite Song) and chewed happily on your dinner. Your relaxed and happy moment was intruded upon by the hairs on your neck standing on end as the feeling of being watched clawed down your spine. Instinctively, you look out the nearby open window towards the building across the alleyway. No windows were open and no blinds were pulled up so it wasn't anyone people watching like you tend to do.
Your next immediate thought was to the roof-hopping... whatever he was. But why would he be anywhere close to here again? It's not like you were some high-value target needing to be protected. He's probably long since forgotten about you anyways. Finishing off your food with a delighted moan of pleasure, you trash the plastic box and return to check on the drying process of your painting.
It probably wouldn't be fully dried until tomorrow, so you propped it up against the wall facing the dying sunlight in hopes that would add a bit of speed while you placed another, smaller canvas on the easel. As you paced around thinking of anything to create that didn't include a certain blue-eyed Leo, your music finished out your favorite song and flipped over into the next on the shuffle list.
Ah, yeah, ah, yeah I got this feelin' inside my bones It goes electric, wavy when I turn it on All through my city, all through my home We're flyin' up, no ceilin', when we in our zone.
Your body bobbed to the music as you let the rhythm fill your veins and influence your muscles. Smooth curves contradicted with tight spirals of color filled every inch of the pale canvas.
I got that sunshine in my pocket Got that good soul in my feet I feel that hot blood in my body when it drops (ooh) I can't take my eyes up off it, movin' so phenomenally Room on lock, the way we rock it, so don't stop And under the lights when everything goes Nowhere to hide when I'm gettin' you close When we move, well, you already know So just imagine, just imagine, just imagine.
You did include some shades of blue, but it didn't dominate this piece like it had the previous one. Thank god. Your feeling of being watched stayed at a constant low reminder, like a silent alarm in your brain that you continually snoozed.
Nothin' I can see but you when you dance, dance, dance Feel a good, good creepin' up on you So just dance, dance, dance, come on All those things I shouldn't do But you dance, dance, dance And ain't nobody leavin' soon, so keep dancin' I can't stop the feelin' So just dance, dance, dance I can't stop the feelin' So just dance, dance, dance, come on.
A sharp rap on your door jerked you from your work, the sudden change nearly creating an unsightly swipe of bright ass yellow but you thankfully lifted up enough that it simply plopped on the hardwood floor nearby. Was your music too loud?
Dropping the brush in the cloudy rinse water, you wiped off your hands on your stained clothes as you moved for the door with a furrowed brow. You didn't bother looking through the peephole, a notion you instantly came to regret when you came face to face with the muzzle end of a pistol.
"Are you, F/N L/N?" You stared cross-eyed at the barrel a few inches from your nose before blurting out the first thing that came up your throat.
