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molzies-fanfics · 3 months ago

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i will BEG YOU ON MY KNEES FOR LITERALLY ANYTHING YOU COULD POSSIBLY THINK OF FOR 2007 RAPH he just makes me so HAHWKAHAKEVBS

This time I came up with something simpler and softer, I hope it's okay :)

Summary: Raph is mustering the courage to confess his feelings, but nothing goes as he plans after your birthday party.

MDNI / Raph is 26, and so is reader/fluff/ post 2007! movie

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"Get a room, you two."

Donatello rolled his eyes, turning back to the computer. Raphael glared at him, on the brink of delivering a witty retort, yet he stopped upon sensing your hand on his shoulder. You shrugged it off before shooting him a wink.

"No, no, he's got a point. Let's move to your room," you delivered with a knowing look.

Raph grinned, letting out a mischievous chuckle. He thoroughly enjoyed it when you teamed up to playfully taunt his brothers.

"Yeah? I don't know, maybe we won't be able to keep it down if we go," he quipped, infusing a flirtatious tone to his words.

Donatello growled low at the cringe-inducing sensation creeping up his neck. This happened quite frequently. You and Raph would giggle while snuggling on the couch. Some times you were in his lap, some others he laid his head on your legs while you massaged his head or played with the red bandana.

You shared many things together: meals, phone calls, your apartment (especially when he and Leo fought—hell, he even allowed you to use his bike!), and when you weren't teasing each other, you were playfully flirting. Although, at times, it seemed too genuine to be lighthearted. At least in Donatello’s opinion.

He did his best to ignore both of you and once you left, he and the others started blitzing Raph with numerous questions. Why do you always act like that? Raph, do you like them? Are you secretly dating or something? Raph, have you asked them out yet?

“Relax, we’re just messing around,” he deflected.

"You must be careful with your words, Raphael," Splinter said. "Sometimes we dismiss what we think could tear our hearts apart, but that doesn't mean it'll go away, and if you let it linger there for too long, one day you may come to regret it.”

That struck a chord in him.

"I'm old enough to discern my feelings, thank you," Raphael snapped.

Now, one would have thought that after such a sharp response, Raph would not have dwelled on the matter any further. Yet, much to his annoyance, those queries circled in his head all week—a week during which he continued hanging out with you as usual. The only difference was that now he couldn't shake this tingle from his chest.

Perhaps it's always been there, he thought. Maybe he just hadn't allowed himself to acknowledge it.

Do you like them?

You smiled at him at that very moment, and he knew. The realization hit him like a goddamn train at maximum speed. He had feelings for you. Real feelings. Romantic feelings.

Fuck.

Never in a million years would you feel the same about him; he knew it. And even if you did, he was a mutant living in the sewers. What could he possibly offer you? You know, besides always protecting you and taking care of you. Would you be okay just with that? Would it— would he be enough for you?

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“I think they like you back,” Casey asserted, shooting a smile at Raph. “Just ask them out.”

They found themselves on the rooftop of Casey's shared apartment with April. It was their habitual pullout, a place to unwind for a couple of hours after their patrol shift, when the night was too bright to head home.

Casey swung his bat absentmindedly through the air, while Raph sat with his legs hanging from the building, watching the hasty lights of various cars speeding below.

“I don’t know. What if they don’t? I don’t wanna risk what we have.”

"Raph, trust me, they like you back. Besides, you both look like a married couple already! Like, that fight over the cookies the other day? Come on,” Casey chuckled at the memory.

Raphael scratched the back of his head, trying to tone down the heat creeping up his neck. Yeah, maybe you did look like a married couple.

****

After pondering it for a few weeks, Raphael made up his mind to speak from his heart. He gathered the courage to talk to you and confess his feelings. Not tonight, though. Tonight was your birthday, and you both agreed to hang out after your small party at the lair.

He made sure you had a pleasant evening and gifted you a pretty handmade bracelet. After the song and the cake that Mikey lovingly baked, you both headed to your apartment for a movie.

Now he found himself in your bed, right next to you, and God, you looked beautiful. Who could concentrate on the TV with such a sight beside it? Certainly not Raph. He stared for so long that it didn’t take much time for you to notice.

“Is something wrong, babe?” You asked.

Babe

You’ve never called him that before, not even during fake-flirting. His heart rate pitched inside his plastron. Warmth flushed his cheeks. Damn. He turned quickly, trying to swallow the butterflies in his stomach.

“Nah, just watch the movie,” he mumbled.

“I was, you were the one staring at me,” you noted.

“No I wasn’t”

“Hmm, I positively think you were.”

“Well, what if I was?” he retorted.

You grimaced at the sudden harsh, low-key annoyed tone. Something felt off, and judging by his behavior over the past week, you already knew what it was. Grinning, you asked:

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

Raphael turned back to you, his heart beating faster now, a tingling sensation in his hands. Your gaze was flirty, but not as playful this time.

“You know I do,” he said simply.

Damn, this was much easier when he hadn’t realized he had a crush on you.

“I think you’re really good looking too.”

“I know,” Raph smirked, trying his best to play it cool.

You snorted, turning completely towards him. Stretching your hand out, you ran your fingertips over the bracelet.

“This was incredibly thoughtful, you know? I love it. But you know what would be an even greater birthday present?”

“What?” He prompted.

“If you said this was our first date.”

All doubts, nervousness, and his plans of awkwardly confessing were thrown out the window with that single phrase. His smile this time was wide, his gaze radiant with satisfaction and confidence.

"It is," he placed his hand over yours, his hold impossibly tender. "At least to us. The whole crew is convinced we're already dating," he said casually, suddenly unable to stop smiling.

“Yeah, I know. The other day your father asked me some things…”

Raphael gasped, horrified. “What did he ask you?!”

You chortled at the expression he made. Man, this was about to become the best birthday night ever.

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molzies-fanfics · 3 months ago

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So, I heard this audio and this came out XD Just a fun silly short, one of the many in the make.

Enjoy!

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@cullenriley TikTok - i was 100% straight when i walked in

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molzies-fanfics · 3 months ago

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Them eyes in my style

Haha it’s been a while size I draw them all 4 turtles, But now here i am.

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molzies-fanfics · 6 months ago

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finally finished up another one of those fics that have been sitting in my drafts for awhile. based on the prompt verklempt - completely and utterly overcome with emotion from this list.

if you take my pulse (raphael x gender neutral!reader, tmnt)

It’s not like Raphael is avoiding you.

Just because he’d dropped his knitting needles in the middle of the room and practically ran into the dojo the moment he’d heard your voice doesn’t mean anything. He’d just wanted to work out. He wasn’t hiding from you.

And even if he was, it’s not like it’s actually working. He can still hear you, the low cadence of your voice drifting into the dojo like his favorite song. Not even the familiar strain of the dumbbells pulling at his muscles can distract him from that.

What else is he supposed to do, though? Go out there and pretend that everything’s fine? That he doesn’t feel huge and clumsy and nervous around you, constantly worried about saying the wrong thing?

It’s dumb. He’s dumb, acting like this, scuttling from the room every time you enter and burning from the inside out whenever you get too close. And what’s worse, everybody else has noticed - Splinter, his brothers, April, even Casey fucking Jones. Everyone but you.

He knows it’s only a matter of time, though. You’re gonna notice, you’re gonna know, and then what? What the hell was he supposed to do, then?!

“Raph?”

He doesn’t yelp, but he does drop the dumbbell, only managing to yank his toes out of the way by a stroke of sheer luck.

“Shit, sorry!” You’re standing in the doorway to the dojo, a hand pressed to your chest and an apologetic expression on your face. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Ya didn’t!” You did, but Raph’s not about to admit that. “I just - “ His brain works overtime to come up with some excuse that will grant him an easy escape from your soft gaze, his heart climbing into his throat at the sight of your easy smile. “I forgot it was my turn to patrol, that’s all, so I should really go and… do that.” He shoots to his feet, shoulders twinging at the pull of well-worked muscles, and tries to flee while he has the chance.

He’s careful not to inadvertently brush against you on his way out, ready to blow out a breath of relief when he manages the task with nothing more than a lungful of your scent and the sensation of his heart somersaulting into his throat, when your voice stops him in his tracks.

“Would you mind some company?”

If you weren’t already in earshot, Raphael would have cursed. You were the last person he needed to be around right now.

He turns to face you. It would be easy to say no, to brush you off with some flippant excuse about patrol being too dangerous, but then he gets a good look at your face.

You’re not an idiot. You’ve noticed that things have been tense between you for the past couple weeks - he’s caught the glances you’ve sent him, the worried furrow of your brows and the confusion in your voice whenever he’s brushed you off. You look worried now - worried and hurt, damn it - but you’re trying hard not to show it.

Raph holds back a sigh. He’d never meant for his avoidance to hurt you, but it was clear that it had.

“Might be boring,” he warns you, but the invitation is clear in his voice and the smile it nets him makes the brash turtle forget why he’d been trying so hard to avoid you in the first place.

“Boring? With you? Never.” His heart flips at your words, his cheeks running hot beneath the warmth of your gaze.

“C’mon then,” he mutters gruffly, struggling valiantly to ignore the quake in his stomach as you fall into step behind him.

It’s harder to ignore the looks on his brothers’ faces as he stomps through the lair with you shadowing his footsteps.

“Goin’ on patrol,” he grunts, ignoring Mikey’s playful smirk and the thumbs up he shoots his red-banded brother when your back is turned.

It’s harder to ignore Donnie’s voice trailing after you both, his confused, “But I already checked my security feeds! There’s nothing - “ interrupted by a pointed cough from Leo.

“I’ll be back by sunrise!” Raph barks, inwardly wincing at how fucking obvious he is and marveling at how the object of all his turmoil doesn’t even seem to notice.

Your walk through the sewers is a silent one, awkward with growing tension despite Raphael’s attempts to ignore it. He can feel the weight of your gaze on the back of his head, his skin prickling with it, and though he keeps bracing for your voice to pierce the silence, it never does. You seem content to walk along behind him without saying a word, and somehow that makes Raphael sweat more.

He’s grateful to reach a manhole cover and even more grateful to feel the crisp night air against his skin when he wriggles it loose. Raphael leaps onto the deserted street above, filling his lungs with the familiar scents of asphalt and smog, and feels centered enough to offer you a helping hand without his heart going haywire.

You slip your palm against his with a small curl of your lips, your skin warm, fingers dwarfed by his own. All humans tended to be smaller in comparison to him and his brothers, but it never fails to hit him how truly large he is - how small you are - when you’re standing before him, neck craned to peer into his face.

It makes him want to tuck you away, shield you from the world and all the dangers he knows are in it, protect you, even as he sees those thoughts for the ridiculous feats of whimsy that they are. They filter to the forefront of his mind, anyway, drying out his throat and leaving behind a dull ache in the center of his chest, and he turns his face away from yours in a futile attempt to disperse them, using the momentary lull between you to search for the quickest access to the roofs above and settling on a nearby fire escape as your goal.

It would be easier to carry you in his arms, but that would also give you a front row seat to the turmoil on his face, and so Raphael kneels on the cold concrete and gestures for you to hop up onto his shell.

Even with an extra barrier between you, it’s impossible to ignore your warmth as you clamber onto his back, and link your arms loosely around his neck.

“Let me know if I’m squeezing too tight,” you tell him, your voice soft. Your scent is overwhelming now, tinged with rainwater from the storm that had hit earlier that day, and Raphael struggles not to breathe too much of it in as he launches himself up the fire escape.

The wind buffeting against his body as he leaps from rooftop to rooftop fails to muffle your soft gasps and the rush of your breath against his throat, leaving Raphael feeling like his nerves have been struck alight. Your weight barely registers against his shell but he can still smell you, remnants of rainwater and smog doing little to dampen the scent that he’s come to associate as purely your own, light and tinged with the faintest traces of the soap you use.

His heartbeat echoes dully in his ears as a warm flush settles in his cheeks. Raphael grits his teeth against the rush of sensation and muffles a curse as he nearly stumbles onto the next rooftop, his knees locking to prevent you from tumbling over his shell to the cold concrete below.

“We’ll take a break here,” he blurts, his voice suspiciously high-pitched.

“That never gets old,” you laugh breathlessly, not seeming to notice, and slip from his shell with a rustle of clothing and the thud of your sneakers on concrete. Without thinking, Raphael reaches out a hand to steady you - you’re always a little wobbly after one of them carts you around on their shell. You smile in thanks, fingers chilled beneath his, and before the brash turtle can stop himself, he rubs his thumb along your cold knuckles, trying to work some warmth into them.

It takes him a moment to realize what he’s doing, but once he does, Raphael tears his hand away from yours, mumbling a stilted apology and fleeing to the edge of the roof. His breath sits heavy in his lungs, his fingers curling into fists in a vain attempt to drive the sensation of your skin from his. His heartbeat drums in his ears, loud enough that he doesn’t notice the thud of your footsteps until you’re close enough for your voice to break through the cacophony of his own spiraling thoughts.

“Did I… do something?” Your voice comes out quiet, hesitant, and Raph nearly curses. He’s hurt you - he keeps hurting you - and avoidance isn’t gonna help him this time. There’s nowhere to go, no excuses that would chase that look of hurt from your face. He needs to stop running.

“It’s not you,” he grits out, slumping against the edge of the roof and hanging his head. He’s afraid to see the look on your face when he finally comes clean. “I’m just so - so nervous around ya.”

“Raph.”

Raph hears the catch of your breath around his name and plows on, knowing that if he stops now he’ll never get the rest of it out.

“It’s like I can’t speak right or walk straight or act normal when you’re around,” he continues, and this feels like the most he’s talked in your presence in weeks. His mouth already feels dry. “Like I’m dizzy and warm and mushmouthed.”

“Raph.” There’s an urgency to your tone that hadn’t been there before, but Raphael merely shakes his head and pushes on, gaze boring into the concrete between your feet.

“My palms get sweaty and my heart starts drummin’ and I can’t think, and none of it is your fault, ya hear me? It’s jus’ me, and I’m sorry - “

“Raphael.”

Raph’s jaw snaps closed - not at the sound of your voice, but at the feeling of your hands wrapping around his and tugging them to you, your fingers - so much smaller than his - winding carefully through his.

“You’re shaking,” you tell him gently, and now that his attention has been drawn to it he can see that you’re right. His fingers tremble around yours, twitching fitfully within your hold, but as Raph works to chase the dryness from his mouth, he notices something that gives him pause.

The fingers twined through his are trembling, too.

“You’re shakin’,” he murmurs, surprised, and you laugh, your lips trembling around a smile.

“Well, yeah,” you say, squeezing at his fingers. “Didn’t you know? You make me nervous, too.”

Raph doesn’t need to ask what you mean, not with your hands clasped with his and the warmth radiating from the depths of your eyes. Not with that tinge of cautious hope on your face. Raph’s worn that look on his own face a lot recently, and always around you. He knows what it means.

“What - ?” he murmurs, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “What do we do now?”

You take a step toward him, closing the distance between you. “Could I kiss you?” Your throat clicks around the words, your fingers twitching against his. Raph has never seen you so nervous, and the proof of it - proof that he isn’t the only one feeling this way - is enough to calm him.

Well, to a point.

“Yeah,” he blurts out, noticeably louder than everything else he’s said tonight. Warmth pools in his cheeks and Raph coughs, mumbling, “I mean. Yeah. Yes.”

Your smile is enough to drive away most of his embarrassment, and Raph waits with bated breath as you drift closer, your thighs bumping against his knees and your hands easing free of his own to curl around his cheeks instead.

It’s the closest you’ve ever been, and Raphael’s pulse skyrockets as your eyes slip closed and your lips purse. He doesn’t know what to do with his face or his hands or his thoughts, suddenly, and in a fit of panic he slams his eyes shut just as your face begins to blur before him.

And then -

Warmth. Softness. Your thumb trails just beneath his bandana, catching against the fabric, and Raphael makes a noise - unbidden, uninhibited, and utterly embarrassing - as you tilt your head and turn the kiss into something deeper. Hotter.

Electricity zings through his body as though he’s just touched a livewire, his fingers twitching against his knees before he finds himself wanting to - needing to - do something with them. Something like touching you.

You hum as his palms settle on your hips, fingers catching on the hem of your coat. The sound goes straight to Raphael’s gut, his stomach shrinking into a tight, hot knot as your mouth parts against his, and unable to help himself, the red-banded turtle wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you against him.

You stumble at the abrupt movement, but only allow Raph to get out a breathless, “Sorry - “ before you’re surging forward and catching his mouth in another hungry kiss. He laughs against your lips, insomuch as he’s able to with your tongue in his mouth, and feels your chest shake against his own as you laugh along with him. Even as the kiss breaks, impossible to continue with the both of you snickering against each other’s mouths, you don’t go far, your arms wrapping around Raph’s shoulders and your cheek falling to rest against his throat.

“You could have just talked to me, you know,” you mumble.

Raph’s chin settles against your shoulder, his arms gently squeezing at your waist. “I know,” he admits, chastened. “I was just - “

“Nervous,” you finish, and Raphael chuckles.

“Yeah. Exactly.”

“And now?” Your lips purse against his throat, pressing a soft kiss to the skin there, and that electricity surges through Raph’s blood again. “Still nervous?”

He grins against your cheek and steals his own kiss, fleeting but firm against your fluttering pulse. “Always.”

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molzies-fanfics · 7 months ago

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he had no chance

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molzies-fanfics · 7 months ago

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molzies-fanfics · 11 months ago

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((don’t mind me, I just wanted to get that out of my brain))

Imagine you’re hanging by Donnie’s workstation, the humming of his computer mixing with the music playing in the backgroud from a semi-shitty radio. Hearing him tap on his keyboard is strangely soothing~

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molzies-fanfics · 1 year ago

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Raphael picking a horror movie

A/N: i wasnt sure whether to do this in bulletpoints or fanfic version. im not the best at fics but i always try my best to make it interesting for everybody to read. bayverse!raph, fem!reader, raph and y/n been dating for 4 months.

bulletpoints it is!

raph picked the movie this time and it was *drumrolls pls*

HORROR

but its not those underwhelming horror movies like The Boy or Jack in the Box- it was weak sauce.

you're actually a horror fan - dont tell raph yet

when the movie came out you knew raph wanted to challenge you - Hereditary

damn it

you may be a horror fan but psychological ones??

you hate the suspension

not like raph knows its psychological so its more fun to see him confused

the boys wanted to join in as well so raph put you on his lap, his huge bulky arms around your form

your hands played with his finger when the movie begins

"wait so, she makes that clicking sound because she was anxious?" mikey asked.

"yeah, her dad taught her in case she feels anxious or overwhelmed" donnie explained

the horror began when that scene came

the turtles all screamed in horror when they can hear a crack during the car scene

yeah. that car scene

"wait.. her HEAD just came off??!" raph lurched forward pointing at the TV

ofc he thought it was too graphic for you so he used his big hand to cover your entire face

you giggled by his cute gesture

everyone's reactions were just amusing you almost forgot how disturbing the movie is supposed to be

"so he just went home without retrieving his sister's head???" donnie scratched his head

i think we all felt the brother was dumb but hey he was shocked

its like the movie dragged for hours and its now at the scene the brother was 'possessed' by something

the classroom scene

another "OHHHHHHHs" filled the room

this time, both mikey and raph's hands cover your eyes

"uhh guys i'm fine"

"no. pretty girls shouldnt have their minds tainted by this cruel scene"

"mikey, stop"

each disturbing scene made raph hold you protectively and yes its sweet but

"raph, the only horror i fear most is getting killed by your bulky arms"

he mumbled a 'sorry' but still holds you

it was finally the scene where charlie was chased by his mother annie

okay, that scene she was banging her head against the attic door

it scared you a bit

this time it was you who used raph's hand to cover your vision

"tell me if its over please" you quietly said

you felt raph kissed the back of your head instead

it was a gesture he'd do when you're anxious

when it was over, everybody was confused, creeped out and wide awake

"i'm sleeping out here tonight. who-" leo started

"we do!!!" all of you said

raph was shaken by the movie and checked on you

"you okay, bub?"

"yeah kinda"

that night everyone huddled up, raph spooning you in his arms the whole night

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molzies-fanfics · 1 year ago

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The Scientist and The Astronomer

Summary: You love the stars; staring up at them without a care in the world.

Warnings: swearing, injury, mentions of blood, romance, fluff, kind of long, Best Friends to Lovers, self-doubt,

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The moon shown high over New York City; Leonardo deciding that the four should split off, something goes wrong, immediately contact the others.

Donatello stood on the rooftop; scanning the area for anything crime related. After Shredder went missing, Donnie had been stressed, trying to find where the man had gone.

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You walked out of the bakery, waving bye to your coworker. You'd taken a job at a small bakery to save some money for college. You walked out the back and headed to the alley; humming to yourself, you looked up at the sky. The neon lights of the city obstructed your view of the stars, but the moon shown like a beacon.

Glancing around, you made your way to the rooftops. You loved studying Astronomy. You'd hoped that some of the stars would peak through; sadly, that never happened.

This night was just like any other night, you pulled your knees to your chest as you stared up at the sky. The bright lights of the city bounced off the sky, making it lighter. The horrible moments of the day came rushing back; school, some customers at work; sometimes, it got too much, you needed an escape. So, you looked for the stars, hoping just one day, one moment; the smog from all the lights in the city would disappear.

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Donnie continued on to the next block; it was definitely going to be a slow night. His radio picked up, "Still nothing?" Leo's voice asked.

"Nope," Raphael replied.

"Dudes, this is so boring!"

"I still got nothing," Donnie agreed. He paused, seeing a figure on a rooftop close to him. "Guys, I'll get back on that." he turned off his radio and jumped over. He landed with a loud thud, the person, jerked.

"Hello?"

"Hi, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said, trying to keep himself hidden in the darkness of the building as possible.

"You didn't scare me." she sighed; Donnie sat down a little bit away from her. The worst came to his mind, he swallowed,

"What are you doing up here?"

"I should ask you the same thing; so, mystery person, what are you doing here?" That got a bit of a laugh out of the purple turtle,

"I just enjoy the view from time to time," he lied. It was so simple and casual that it didn't really seem like a lie at all; you nodded in agreement.

"I can see why; I mean sure the view is gorgeous. Sometimes, don't you wish you could see the stars?"

"Yeah, sometimes; although, I'm not really an astrology person," he admitted. "Are you?" you nod,

"When things got bad, I looked to stars; well, that was before we moved to New York, that is." Donnie thought for a moment,

"Well, you know the board walk near the Statue of Liberty?" you nod, "Out there, past the statue, you can get a great look," he explains.

"Thanks, I'll check it out later," she smiled. Donnie felt his heart race as you turn to look at the stranger. His face was barely lit by the city lights, you turn towards him fully, "What's your name, stranger?"

"Donatello." You thought for a moment,

"LIke... the Florence sculptor?"

"Yeah...someone that we've known since we were babies named us that; Dad liked it and kept it." Donnie cleared his throat, "What about you?"

"Y/n," his face flushed.

"That's a nice name," you let out a laugh. An embarrassed blush threatening to warm your face; Donnie radio started going off. "Shit, I have to go. You stay safe, yeah?" he said, nervously.

"Yeah," before he could leave, she added. "You stay safe too, Donatello. I would really like to see you again," He nodded, before she left for the fire escape.

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Weeks went by since the night you met Donatello. You couldn't get him out of your head; you decided why not to go to the board walk near the Statue of Liberty.

You leaned over the railing, the sun set over the ocean line. Today seemed worse than the last; another customer had screamed in your face for getting their order wrong; another had thrown their drink back at you, that's when your boss told you that you could leave. You did, went home and showered.

Here you were, on this board walk trying to find some escape. You heard a thud behind you, "Hey."

"Hi," Donnie walked over to you and leaned over the railing.

"Pretty, right?"

"I never thought I'd see them again, as silly as that sounds," you mutter.

"No, not at all." you glance over at him, his face was somewhat lit up by the small lights. You noticed his skin was green and scaly, on his face he had on a mask under a pair of glasses.

"So, what's with...all of this? Wow, that came out not what I wanted," Donnie laughed.

"Trust me, not as mean as you think." he paused, "You're not scared."

"of course not."

"Um...it's kind of complicated." he went on to tell you about how he and his brothers and father were experiments and after a fire; they were rescued, and they made a home in the sewers. He also went on to tell you about how they defeated Shredder the first time and how they got rid of the weird thing in the sky.

"So, what are you guys, some kind of superheroes?" he let out laugh,

"Something like that."

He stared down at you, the wind was blowing your (h/c) hair. His radio picked up again; you look at him worriedly as he turned it off completely.

"Isn't that your brothers?"

"They'll be fine," he shrugged.

"What if it's important," he shook his head.

"They'll be fine without me; they've done it before."

You only nod, the thought of his brothers in trouble still in the back of your mind. "Don't worry, Raph can literally throw shipping containers with his bare hands," your eyes widened. "They'll be fine," you laugh mostly out of shock.

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Uh-huh," you couldn't believe it. Sure, them being mutant turtles was one thing, but ones that can lift thousands of pounds without breaking a sweat?

The two of you stayed on the boardwalk, talking about anything and everything. You asked about what it was like growing up, he told you that it was very strict, they couldn't go up to the surface until they were fifteen. He went on to say how worried his father was for them. You placed a hand on his; it almost shocked you that he only had three fingers.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"No, it's fine." he went on to tell you about the police knowing of their existence, you listened and hung on to every word. The two of you didn't even realize that hours had passed.

You told him about your love for the stars and how you always loved to study them. How you looked to them in your darkest moments; how you started to also love small things like sunsets. Donnie loved to listen to your voice as you gushed about what you were interested in. He loved when you listened to him; him talking about how he built things and his interest in science.

Your phone went off, confused, you looked at it. "Oh, fuck, my mom is going to kill me!"

"What's wrong?"

"It's almost midnight," Donnie thought for a moment.

"Shit, my brothers are probably looking for me."

"Looks like we're both fucked," the two laughed.

"I'll take you home," he offered.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, plus, my way is faster." you stare at him a bit confused as he picked you off your feet with ease. You stare at him in shock, "Is this okay?" You nod; weird, normally, he'd never ask at that to April or Casey before.

You hang on tight as he jumped across the rooftops, you tell him where you apartment was. He landed by your window; he placed you down on your feet, you wobbled a bit, before you could fall, Donnie grabbed you.

"Sorry, I should've warned you," he chuckled.

"You do that every day?"

"Every day."

"That was amazing," he thanked his green skin, or his face would be on fire right now. You cleared your throat, "I should get going." He nodded; he didn't realize the position the two of you were in, his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist; your hands on his biceps.

"I'm sorry," he didn't pull away from you. He pulled you into a hug; however, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Listening to me and not being scared of me," you frown.

"Donatello," you whispered.

"Donnie; you can call me Donnie," you smile.

"Donnie," he liked it. Before, it was just a nickname his brothers had given him, but the way it rolled off your tongue made him like it more. You stare up at his gold eyes; without thinking, you got on your toes, your lips pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

Thank God for his skin! Pulling away, you blushed. "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for."

"No, no, I liked it!" he choked, "Sorry, I mean." he groaned; why couldn't he pull this off like Mikey? Then again, he'd probably laugh and say some crude joke. "I didn't mind it," your ears felt on fire.

"I'll see you later?"

"See you."

You glance up at him from the alley with a wave; he waved back, once you were in the safety of the building, Donnie waited until he saw a light on the fourth-floor light up.

---

Another week passed since Donnie and you had talked. You were with Donnie once again, this time back on the rooftops. The two of you sharing a pizza, "Then, Mikey came out of nowhere and just knocked the guy out." you laugh, "Like I love my little brother, sometimes, he scares me."

"I don't have any siblings so..."

"You don't?" you shook your head no.

"My mom had a lot of fertility issues; when she had me, she didn't want to risk having another child taken from her." you swallow,

"I'm sorry to hear that; did you want siblings?"

"Yeah, I've always wanted a little brother; at school, I became the Freshman's older sister in a way." You explain,

"Is school fun?"

"Not really, it can be, but no. It's boring and you're forced to learn things that you don't even want to know," Donnie nodded.

"I never got to experience school, as far as I hear, it's kind of like a mini hell."

"Pretty much," you mutter taking another bite. You thought for a second, "Hey, Donnie, you said that your brothers had tattoos; do you?" you ask, changing the subject.

"Oh, yes, but I have it on my leg," he explained. He whipped off his hands before pulling his right leg up, you gasp as the large piece taking up most of his leg.

"That's so cool!" He chuckled,

"Thank Mikey, normally, I'm the one to tattoo my brothers, but I wanted it on my leg. He has the steadiest hands, surprisingly." He pulled down his pant leg, before taking another slice.

"I always found them cool, but my mom would kill me if I got one." you added, "Plus, they're expensive."

He nodded in agreement; you sigh, leaning against his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"Work is getting worse; I swear, some people are just downright awful."

"What happened?"

"Same old, same old; a person came in complaining about how I over charged her when I didn't. I told her we had to up our prices cause the owner is having less business. She went on complaining about how she's been here for years and how she didn't deserve this treatment." You made a mouth with your hands, as you told him with a stupid obnoxious voice.

Donnie choked out a laugh, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh at you. She sounds like a bitch," you nod.

"She was." Donnie leaned his head to the side, his cheek pressing against your hair. You let out a laugh, tilting your head back, pressing you nose against him. "Thanks," you whisper.

"For what?"

"Listening and being there for me," he smiled.

"Any time," his arm wrapped around your waist as he moved his head to look at you. He stared deep into your eyes, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest.

They didn't know who moved first, but soon, they were barely an inch apart. "Donatello," he moved; his lips pressing against yours. Your arms tightly wrapped around his neck as he pulled you closer; pulling away, you stare at him,

"I'm sorry...I...I," you pull him back in. He tensed for a second before melting into you once again; pulling away again, your face was beat red. Donnie hesitantly reached up; his hand felt freezing against your face.

"I'm so happy I met you, Donatello."

"I'm happy I met you too, Y/n."

The rest of the time, you two spent together was in each other's arms. Donnie's radio started to go off; you frowned, "You should go. It sounds like they need you," he nods.

"I'll meet you at your apartment, promise."

"Donnie," he stopped. "Please, be careful."

"I will."

---

Donnie arrived at the place; Michelangelo was down on the ground, bleeding. Donnie punched the foot ninja in the face, sending them across the alley.

"About time," Raph sneered.

"I'm sorry, I was a little busy!" Donnie retorted as Leo appeared.

"No fighting right now, please!"

After The Foot was taken care of; Donnie rushed to Mikey's aid, the orange turtle was pressed against the wall, his side bleeding.

"We have to take him back to the lair," Leo ordered.

"No, the lair's too far for this type of wound. Raph, carry him, I know where we can take him."

---

You were at home, waiting patiently for Donnie to come back. You sat on your bed, your leg bouncing as a knock interrupted your thoughts. You pull yourself quickly off the bed and rush over to the window; you pulled it open. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Mikey's hurt, you're the first person that was close enough to help."

"Bring him inside," you walk out the room and grabbed a first-aid kit from the bathroom. Walking back into your room, all four brothers were inside, "Put him on the couch." Raph walks out the of the room and into the living room, placing Mikey down. Donnie gave a quiet thank you, before going to attend to his brother.

Leo looked towards you; he didn't know who you were, but Donnie definitely did. He was going to trust his brother's judgement; after an hour or so, Mikey was out on your couch. Donnie walking up to you,

"Thank you for letting me help him here," you nod.

"Of course, is he going to be okay?"

"Yeah, he'll be healed by next week," you put the med-kit away and noticed the distant look on Donnie's face.

"Are you going to be okay?"

"Huh?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." You light grab his hands,

"Please, talk to me." He glanced over at the three before nodding; you take him into the privacy of your room. "What's going on, Bub?"

"It's my fault that Mikey got hurt; if I just got there faster, he wouldn't have gotten hurt." You give a comforting squeeze to his hands, "It's just...ugh! I've never felt this incompetent before, it's frustrating!" He was silent for a moment,

"Donnie, do you want me to comfort you?" he nods, "Donatello, you the most intelligent person I know; however, it's okay to make mistakes. Michelangelo getting injured was not your fault, there was no way you could've prevented him getting hurt when you weren't there in the first place. There's no one to blame, but The Foot Clan," he stared at his feet. You slightly tug at his hands making him look at you, "You understand that, right?"

"Yeah," tears started to roll down his cheeks and stain his mask. You quickly brush them away with your thumbs,

"I understand why you feel like you had some fault to his injury. But he'll be okay, you said it yourself; he'll be back to his jokester self in about a week."

Donnie held your hands to his face, "Thank you."

"Any time, I'm here for you, Donnie." Leaning down, he pressed a light kiss to your lips.

---

Leo watched from the corner of his eye, a small smile spreading across his face. Shaking his head, he glanced back down at his baby brother.

"What's going on?" Raph whispered, leaning towards the leader in blue.

"Nothing, just two friends talking."

---

The week came and gone, Mikey was healed and fully moving around. You moved across the rooftops waiting for Donnie; you heard a cough behind you, turning you weren't facing Donnie, but his oldest brother, Leo.

"Leonardo, what are you doing here?"

"I knew you'd be waiting for him; I just wanted to give you my thanks."

"For what?"

"Not only helping us, but Mikey last week. He'd bleed out more if he took him to the lair; plus, Donnie is really happy around you. I swear, sometimes, before he met you, I didn't see him sleep at all. I actually catch him sleeping at regular hours sometimes; I don't know what you did but thank you."

"I didn't do anything," you pointed out. He let out a chuckle,

"Well, I suppose it's because he likes you," your face turned bright red.

"How?"

"Please, if it's obvious by the way you look at each other. I saw you two when you talked to Donnie," your heart raced. You didn't expect that he could see through the cracked door that well, "Thank you, for taking care of my brother. I should get going; see you around, Y/n."

"See you around, Leonardo."

After your talk with Leo, you and Donnie met up. He covered your eyes as he took you somewhere, "You're not planning on killing me, are you?" You joked; he scoffed,

"Never," when your feet touched the ground; Donnie pulled the cover off your face, you gasped. You could see the stars from where you were standing.

"How did you?"

"I found this place a while back; I wanted to um...do something special," he explained. You noticed that he didn't have his normal gear on; Donnie was wearing a pair of jeans with a T-shirt. "I'd hope to um...ask you out on a date; I know that I can't properly take you out," he rubbed the back of his neck, nervously. You smile, grabbing his hand,

"Of course, I'd love too." He let out a sigh of relief; you rolled your eyes playfully as he took you over to the blanket. Sitting down, you lean against his shoulder as the stars winked back at you. Donnie leaned towards,

"Wait just a few more minutes," he whispered. You glance at him a bit confused before you turned back at the sky. The sky was suddenly lit up with streaks going through; your eyes lit up,

"A meteor shower!" You stood causing Donnie to laugh as you stare up at the sky.

You felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist; you lean back into Donnie's chest. It ended, you glance back at Donnie, who was staring down at you already. Turning in his arms, you smile up at him. The both of you didn't speak as Donnie leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips.

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Delirium?

@lil-hun-bun , “Raph x fem!Reader where he’s taking care of her because she’s sick and they end up confessing their feelings for each other, perhaps?”

~xXx~

All it took was one word, and the red cladded ninja turtle was scaling across rooftops to your place of residence. Sick. That’s what you had texted him after rejecting his call to hang out. It had him notably concerned, as there had been times when even if you had a small cough you’d still at the very least enter a video chat with him. However, no interaction at all was very unlike you.

Raphael did his best to conceal his racing thoughts, picking the lock on your window before making his way in. He couldn’t quite understand why he was so worried to begin with. It wasn’t like you were in the hospital or anything else of a more serious level. Part of him was actually quite irritated by the his fretful emotions. Not at you of course, more of what you seemed to do him lately. He’d never been this concerned over something so silly before. Even when one of his brothers or April would come down with a nasty cold, he’d just offer if they needed something from the store and leave it at that. In fact, in most cases he’d leave things to Donnie, unless it was said terrapin who had been ill. Yet when he’d received your message, the thought to ask Donnie or give his brother the heads up, didn’t even cross his mind.

What was it about you in particular that made Raph of all people go out of his way, just by one simple text message?

The answer had struck him when, after giving you a quick heads up to his presence, he entered your room to find you in an unsightly state, his heart dropping in his plated chest.

Across the room, snuggled under a pile of blankets and surrounded by tissues, you lay as pale as your sheets and covered in sweat like on a hot summer afternoon. The weakness in just lifting your head to peer over at the larger turtle and the croak in your voice had Raph’s heart strings tugged.

“Raph? What are you doing here?”

It wasn’t even a second after finishing your question that you fell into a fit of coughs, and Raphael was quick to make his way to your beside, taking off and opening the small backpack he’d brought with him. Inside were bottles of water and multiple types of medicine he’d dumped in his rush to get to you.

“What da ya think? You don’t answer my call, send me a one worded text with no further explanation, and expect me to not show up?”

You gingerly reached for a water bottle he’d opened and offered you, sitting up as best you could to take a few sips and completely unware at Raph’s resistance to assist you.

“To be honest, I would have expected Donnie, but you’re a nice surprise.”

Raph raised a brow ridge, sitting at your feet, the bed dipping with his weight and you’re feet resting against his thigh beneath the blankets.

“I’m not sure how to take that, so I choose to take it as a compliment.”

You giggled at his scowling face, eyes crinkling in the corner. Man, even when bed ridden, Raphael couldn’t deny the way you caused a light flutter of butterflies in his stomach. However, the sweet moment hadn’t lasted long when you suddenly erupted into another, heavier fit of coughs. Seeing you turn over to your side, nearly dropping and spilling the water in your hand had he’d not rushed to grab it for you with his quick reflexes, Raph felt a newfound type of panic.

“Hey, don’t go dyin on me now, doll. Tell me what I can do.”

His voice was softer than usual, you almost hadn’t heard him, but you did, and could just about feel the deep worriment dripping from each word.

“Got any cough meds in that mystery bag of yours?”, you asked, laying back against your pillows, head pounding and body sore.

There was a minute of rummaging beside you, when your normally brutish friend procured a plastic bottle with red liquid within.

“Um, I’ve got this?”

You took a peak, too tired to sit up again.

“Cough syrup. That’ll work.”

Raphael said nothing in reply, simply working to get the lid off and pour the heavy cherry smelling liquid into the small cup it came with. No words were spoken or asked, as a large hand, one usually so fierce had cradled and lifted your head with the upmost care and gentleness. Raph watched as you slurped down the cough syrup, cringing at the sickly gag you let out once finished, before just as gently resting your head back down against your pillow.

“Need anythin’ else?”, he questioned, hand resting on the dip of your side as you slowly rolled over to face him.

“Yeah.”, you mumbled, snuggling into your covers but keeping your gaze tiredly focused on his, “For you to know I mean it.”

A small chuckle left Raph’s beautiful lips.

“Mean what?”

“What I said earlier.”, you murmured, reaching a shaky hand from your covers to reach for the wrapped hand resting by your pillow.

Even in such a weak state, the light caresses you made across Raphaels large hand was enough to cause his heart to skip a beat. He looked to the side, suddenly feeling pressure under your gaze, his cheeks tinting ever so lightly.

“Pfft, sure. You’re delirious.”

“Raphael.”

The full call of his name, as well as the light squeeze of his hand by your much smaller one, was enough to convince the ninja turtle to take a chance and look your way. Despite the bags under your exhausted eyes and the strands of hair sticking to your sweat clad face, you somehow managed to convey every bit of seriousness and truth to your next words.

“Why is me enjoying having you here instead of anyone else that unbelievable? You’re my closest friend. You know how much like being around you…how much I like you.”

The last words were said with your cheeks flushing a lovely red hue, and while you knew Raph was aware of the true cause, maybe, just maybe it could pass as due to being sick. Gently shaking your head, pushing aside the anxiousness in your own chest, you looked back up to offer a silent Raphael a gentle smile.

“And I’m not delirious.”, you reached up to gentle boop his nose.

Raph grasped your hand in his, but didn’t release it as he had started to copy the same soothing motions you had done with his hand a little earlier. His heart felt so full. Just as you caused him to fret so much over a single worded text, only you could make his heart do ninja flips while looking like the plague. Honestly, that somehow made him even more fond of you. Just like all those times you had gone out of your way to care for him, a mutant turtle who people only saw as a burly ball of anger and furry. Perhaps those times of your unique kindness towards him was also why he’d go out of his way to care for you in this moment as opposed to how he would for anyone else.

Maneuvering your hand, Raphael turned his face ever so slightly to place his lips softly against your palm, the feeling of a chaste kiss being left there as he spoke.

“Yah, I know, doll.”

~xXx~

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