#Raph x oc

[saruh123]

We are going to get married secretly hehe ❤️

C. Andrea Nava

[ghostytoad]

hey so how do you think the rottmnt turtles would deal with the boys being busy and s/o comes up behind them and gives them a hug and then lets go and somehow they had snuck a xmas gift bag on their lap and s/o is gone from the room. Inside the gift bag is three things; Something they’ve been wanting for fun, something domestically useful and homemade cookies?

i'm gonna have to break this up into 4 parts again because it's a bit too long for tumblr's block limit agaiiin

* Season of Surprises *

ROTTMNT Boys receive an unexpected gift

Summary: The boys have been working themselves to the shell. Between patrols, kicking villanous butt, and general hero business, it leaves little time for their darling Reader. Fortunately, 'tis the season of gift-giving.

Oneshot for: Raphael

GN! Reader; Romantic; Fluff; Mild angst; Pre-established relationship || Words: 1k

Donnie | Leo | Mikey

Raph:

His fun gift: A giant turtle plush

His useful gift: Phone big enough to fit in his big hands

His cookies: Chocolate chunk cookies

It had been an entire week since Raphael had gotten any sleep and the low, unintelligable mumbling that rumbled in his chest made it obvious that he could really use the rest. His body, mind, and very spirit were aching for a peaceful night's sleep and Raph was determined to will himself into bed despite the aches that riddled his body threatening to topple him over. He had barely reached past his room's doorway before he collapsed forward with a thud and a delayed groan, his face colliding with the cold, hard floor.

'Well, this isn't any better-' he thought to himself and struggled to wriggle and worm his body across with floor, the dragging of his spikes leaving scratches and cracks on the unmoving concrete. He'd worry about the scuff in the morning For now, his bed was far too inviting for his overworked body to ignore and by god was he going to get some sleep tonight. The week prior had been nothing but back to back patrols, the brutal rate of which started taking a major toll on the titan's massive form. The long-neglected bruises, scratches, and scrapes dotting his body made his quest for a good night's sleep all the more pressing. He was only inches away from the foot of his bed when his trek was interrupted by the pattering of soft footsteps beside him.

"Mikey, I'm not carrying you back to your room." he deadpanned, flattening his raised torso back onto the floor hoping to discourage his playful little brother from jumping onto his back and demanding a piggyback ride. As the footsteps stopped right next to his face, Raph turned his head and looked up through squinted eyes. Instead of olive green legs standing beside him, he was met with what he recognized as his significant other's kneeling form next to his face, a wrapped box being held out toward him. Raph blinked slowly up at Y/N and reached a tenative arm up to accept the gift.

"Babe, hey!" his voice was deeper and much slower than he'd wanted it to be, "What's with the-"

As soon as the parcel left their hands, Y/N wordlessly smiled down at the snapping turtle mutant and started back out the door in a haste.

"Uh… Th-Thanks! Love ya too!" he'd called out after them, the last part sounding uncertain considering they'd left in a hurry without so much as a greeting. Did they hate him all of a sudden? Were they mad at him? Did they mean to leave him a present sooner? Did they think he was unattractive lying on the floor like that? Okay, maybe the last one was a bit of a stretch, but nothing was off-limits in Raph's overthinking mind. But they'd left a gift, surely they must still at least LIKE him?

The turtle had glanced at the box that sat in his large palm, sitting himself up to examine his partner's handiwork. Chuckling to himself, he admired how delicately the red foil wrapping paper had been folded, edges neat and free of crinkles. The golden lace bow that sat so beautifully on top could only have come from their careful and precise hand; if there were ever someone with a knack for gift wrapping, it was his beloved Y/N.

In a thoughtless swish and tear, he unwrapped the plain medium sized box that hid underneath. His attention was caught by the little sticky note taped to the side of the box, reading:

Merry Christmas, my Red Angel!

I know you've been working extra hard and I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you and everything you do! Let me know how you like your new gifts!

Love, Y/N

PS. I named him Raph Jr.

"Raph Jr, huh?" he'd hummed while a cheeky, lovesick grin stretched across the boy's face and a dark blush colored his green cheeks. What did he ever do to deserve someone so wonderful and thoughful? How could he ever hope to repay them for such a kind gesture? His dreamy eyes read over the love note again and again, drinking in every sweet little word. All he could do was flail his hands and giggle like a little girl, fangirling quietly on the floor of his room not wanting to bring his brothers' attention to his silly little display. If they knew what a lovesick mess their big brother was and how easily Y/N could fluster him, the teasing would be merciless.

Lovingly, he eagerly dug in, tugging and pulling at the stubborn object packed tightly into the little box. After a few gentle and ineffective yanks, he gave a strong pull and forced the soft gift free of its tight enclosure, causing him to stumble onto his back in the process. The plush gift decompressed mid-air with an audible POOF and in a bounce, landed on top of the unsuspecting ninja.

"Wh-What the-?!" it took him a minute to focus his eyes on the large, green turtle plush that continued fluffing itself up to its full huggable capacity.

"Raph Jr…?" he snickered and sat himself up once again with the oversized stuffie letting out a squeak as he rested his elbows on its fleece shell.

"You can't sneak up on people like that!" Raph cooed in his baby voice, "Must've been a rough ride being stuffed into that itty bitty box, poor lil' guy. Don't you worry, wittle one, Papa Raph's gotcha now~"

Giving the plush a tight squeeze in his large arms, Raph let himself fall back onto the floor, nuzzling into the cozy warmth of the stuffed animal and slowly started to drift off. Falling deep asleep in a matter of seconds, he hadn't realized the cookies and even smaller box that still sat in the gift box. By far, the plush was more than enough for him now.

[honeylief]

Raph's kids go 'mew mew mew' like he did at their age! (Babies left to right: Kimberly, Atsuko and Antonio)

[janekarayel]

Doodle Tara shylars

[smol-bean-boi13]

buH-

im awake wha happen

Main masterpost

[real-hot-grl-shi]

tryna make a animation but have one of my old animations of my oc x raph from rottmnt (it’s ass.)

I srsly need a therapist I don’t got anyone to talk to

[monotonesmile]

Mm, I love me a blushy himbo man, he is trying so hard to confess but he is doing terribly. Max loves him all the same though, she finds this absolutely adorable (and hilarious).

I also hated drawing this because it took me so dang long but hey, it’s done, so enjoy!

Have a great day everyone! ❤️

[seatofu]

very rough doodle of the beans :D (Toddie and Raph) How I envision the two cuddling in their nest after a long day. (those spikes are tricky so they have to find creative ways to prevent injuries.)

[afreakingdork]

Writing Request: OC x Raph Pampering ❤️‍🩹

Next up we got @eeveetrevelyan who's heart went out to Weak Spot Raph, especially after the fiasco of chapters 38-40. They wanted their OC, Theresa to have a little protective sess with him and get his number!

Takes place in the Weak Spot universe after the events of chapter 40.

Since the poll closes in the AM, I'm about to close up shop seeing as I'll have sleep until then, but please, keep sharing and voting Hassan/Mikey in this poll. Tell all your friends! Fandom or not!

ᴰᶦˢᶜˡᵃᶦᵐᵉʳ: ᴵ ᵃᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ ᵃˢˢᵒᶜᶦᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵒʳ ᵉⁿᵈᵒʳˢᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵉᵗᶦᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵒʳ ᶦᵗˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˢ.

A cute PG protecc and meet below:

“Can I get the pastrami?” Raph stared at the menu board that was almost at this eye level.

“We’re out.”

He openly hummed. “Turkey pesto?”

“We have chicken.”

Raph looked down at the petite cashier. “Should I… you know? Go… somewhere else or…?”

She stared back evenly. “We welcome mutants, we’re just out of stock right now. Manager went to get emergency stuff from wholesale. Something about not paying on time.”

“Yikes.” He grimaced.

“I better get a paycheck.” She responded dryly. “I’m supposed to be pretending nothing is up.”

“What do you got with the chicken?” He pointed.

She looked a little like her soul left her body. “Just chicken.”

He gaped. “No… bread…?”

She shook her head.

“Salad?”

“Just chicken.” She pleaded to him with her eyes.

“Just chicken.” He repeated with the same exhausted tenor.

Today was not his day.

This was not his week.

The month was something he easily wrote off.

He might as well excavate the year from existence.

Family. “I’ll take the chicken. Is there…?”

“No sauce.”

“Just chicken.” He decided and still paid an exorbitant price.

She better be getting that paycheck, he thought as he meandered toward the empty dining room. He minded his tail as he slipped between seats that were fall too small to fit his frame. They would snap like twigs if he tried so he didn’t. He stood still and in stasis as he tried to piece his life together.

Late night patrol with the team.

Leo pulling his usual stunts.

Obsessed and exhausted, his little brother was long past burnt out. He was somewhere charred to a crisp and still roasted. He refused to turn his own burner off and had long melted into the pan. Steel wool and acid wouldn’t scrape the Leo residuals off and the worst of it was Raph had to watch it all happen.

If he tried to even approach the subject, Leo either ran or shut him down with pulled rank.

He didn’t understand it.

They were quickly becoming the villain’s Leo so detested.

Or at least the one villain.

The singular villain that was the only one to get under his brother’s skin.

Raph still wasn’t sure how he not only survived a scrape with Donatello let alone doing so after having  kidnapped his partner. That whole day at the farmer’s market still haunted Raph and he very much wanted to put it behind him.

They all did in one form or another, except Leo.

Leo was still vigilant.

Leo ran laps around the lair still convinced it was somehow bugged and compromised. He kept them all up and he simply portaled away when anyone tried to catch him. He ripped food stuffs out of their hands to analyze them and bounced of veritable walls whenever they tried to walk through more than two rooms in a row.

If Raph had to hear his brother one more time say something about taking bearings he was going to scream.

So, he got out.

He left just as Mikey had a couple days ago.

The youngest texted and Raph wished he had that kind of freedom.

No, someone had to watch Leo.

Someone had to keep dad company.

He was exhausted.

Raph wilted right there and out of his nostrils came a decompressing whistle. With Leo’s nightly raid, he probably hadn’t slept more than a few hours in a week and it was wearing on him. He didn’t have the same stamina as he used to and years of battering his body certainly didn’t help.

Raph scratched the back of his head.

Just chicken sure was taking while.

He peeked over his shoulder to see how it was going and saw a neat looking to-go box sitting right there on the counter.

He hadn’t ordered it that way.

The cashier wouldn’t look at him.

He was back to wondering if this place was actually anti-mutant and scolded himself for fall for the girl’s lines.

Was he that tired?

He turned with the intention of getting the box and his tail twitched out.

He winced before the destruction came.

In a single swipe, he knocked one lightweight chair over and it dominoed into the others. One by one the spindly tables caught and clattered to the ground in a way that was thunderous in the small café. Raph was stuck, still, in the epicenter of the carnage and watched as the cashier looked at owlishly.

“What did you do!?” She hissed.

There it was.

He wasn’t even surprised.

He guessed in a way he had been waiting.

“I did what you asked! You get in! You get out!! What the fuck!?”

“Me, yeah.” Raph bit sarcasm.

He moved forward to grab his box and leave.

There was no point in trying to set everything right.

Just like Leo, it was a lost cause.

His hand had almost touched the cardboard when she snatched it from him.

“You know what, you monster?!” She held it high.

He watched on with dying light in his eyes.

In a overhand toss, she threw the box on the floor.

He watched with a slow rotation as the chicken inside slid out onto the floor and immediately stop as it was so dry it created friction.

“Eat it like you deserve, mutie.”

“Very professional. Spectacular service.” Raph clicked his tongue and went to leave.

There was some kind of board to report this too.

This seemed egregious enough to bother.

He had to find the digits without Leo freaking out.

He’d probably think this was somehow Donatello’s fault too.

“You eat it!!”

Raph blinked and turned to find a woman he hadn’t realized was there scoop the chicken puck right off the floor.

She then threw it in the general direction of the employee where it missed so completely that said girl didn't even flinch.

It soared behind the counter and everyone watched it plop to the ground.

Raph felt a hand on his and turned to find the vigilante woman tugging him. "Let's go!"

He sort of managed an agreement as he was tugged straight outside. "Uh!"

"Just a bit more...!" She seemed to have a destination in mind so Raph stumbled after her.

Behind him there was a scream that sounded a little too much it belonged the shop girl. "Ma'am...?"

"It's alright, sweetie! Just around here."

She turned a corner and made sure he was behind it before she peeked back out.

He stood blinking at the curvy powerhouse with poor aim.

"Coast is clear!" She turned to him with a jovial smile.

"From what exactly...?" He couldn't help but ask.

"This!" She gestured for him to hold his hand out.

He did so.

She deposited a small wad of bills into his hand.

"O-oh!" He quacked. "I'm sorry. I can't accept this. These things happen, I just-"

"It's from her tip jar!"

"What?" The sound popped right out of him.

"A refund." She curled his fingers over the money and patted them. "You deserve that much."

"Uh lady, er, ma'am, that's..."

"Oh." She scolded him with a little wriggle of her body.

He cracked a smile.

"It's like nine dollars tops. How much did you pay?"

"Twenty-three..."

"Sweetie."

"Plus tip."

"Sweetie, no. That's it. I know a good place. Come on!" She caught his closed fist and tried to lead him.

"Ma'am!" He easily held steady.

She turned on him. "How old are you?"

"36."

"No more of that ma'am stuff then." She gently tapped him.

He got her insinuation and nodded.

"I'm taking you to lunch. What were you trying to get? Was that chicken? It didn't feel like it. I can't believe her."

Raph took a testing step forward and she started walking on her own.

He smiled as he followed and she continued on. "People like her give humans a bad name! We aren't all like that. No, sir! She's young. Impressionable! Someone, the owner maybe, filled her head with that. Can't have that. I'm going to make up for it."

It was nice in a way.

He still felt like he was taking advantage of her kindness, but when the was the last time someone doted on him.

Even Mikey had been distant lately.

The stress of the lair had been too much.

Work had been busy and a lot of kids in this generation weren't as eager to learn.

The parent's complained of their work ethic even though Raph tried his hardest to make martial arts interesting.

It was nice.

Nice to be seen.

Nice to be taken care of in this small way.

A kindness.

"Oh, what am I saying!?" She turned to him while still walking. "Theresa, by the way! I can't believe I forgot introductions! Here I am kidnapping you and you don't even have my name."

"Raph, or Raphael, but really Raph."

"A long one." Her eyes crinkled.

She had him. "Raph." He spoke sternly.

"Raph. Nice to meet you." She held her hand out.

She squeezed him good for the shake.

He appreciated that and together they veered a few streets while she went on about mutants. She clearly had great intentions in mind, but she saw how she could be a little pushy. It seemed she had her fill of rude people with her profession. Since she worked at a Dentist's office, which already wasn't folks favorite destination, she had seen her fair share of nasty patrons.

She would have loved to change them through kindness, but being on the nicer side of things was getting harder.

Raph couldn't sympathize more and found himself skirting the line in talking about his family life. He geared it more general, trying to talk about how his bulky size made him a burden and found it was a sort of simile for how he felt in the family. He represented this huge presence in the lair and even after all these years he was still taken for granted. Ever since he had been told he was no longer leader, he was forced to take all the care he shouldered and instead make himself small.

Theresa watched on with honeyed eyes as they got in line at a different cafe. An eclectic bunch were sitting at the tables, including a cool looking lizard mutant. Everyone around them chatted genially and Raph found he could relax into his conversation with Theresa. The fine lines around her eyes spoke to her good nature and he found himself trending more toward that attitude.

He couldn't remember the last time he had really let loose.

"Chicken?" She pointed at the menu.

"Not a chance. Pastrami." He jumped at the menu option.

"We've got that in mini, regular, large, and maximum."

Raph lit up at the final choice that, for once, looked like a meal that would fit his hands, but he was on someone's dime.

He subtracted the nine crumpled bills from his old total and that left him at a regular. "The second size, please."

"For me." Theresa cut in. "I'll get the same and a maximum for him."

"Theresa." He loomed over her.

She wasn't the slightest bit perturbed by his size. "Wait until you see the seating area."

it seemed like the stage moved around him and he was spoiled for choice.

There were chairs for the tiniest of butts, all the way to ones that dwarfed even him. He all but danced in their direction and felt his tail smack something. Just as before he closed his eyes before the ensuing crash, but all that happened was the people continued to chat around him.

Raph cracked his eyes open to find nothing had fallen.

The chairs were both of decent quality, but also adequate heft.

Even the tables looked like they'd survive a flood through the New York streets and Raph almost sobbed as he plopped down in a chair that was just right. It even had a slot he could tuck his tail through and there was something so comforting about just having place that he did allow a few shiny pricks to dot the edges of his eyes.

"You are breaking my heart..." Theresa mooned.

"Sorry, sorry..." He sniffled down at her and found she was holding out a tissue from a portable pack. "Oh man, you are spoiling me."

"Seems like no one else has. That bugs me."

He chuckled and patted his cheeks dry. "It's not biggie. I'm the big brother in my family. We had it rough and I did what I could."

"And since then?" Theresa tilted her head.

"Since?" He looked at her earnestly.

"You've made time for yourself since?"

He blinked.

She stared back.

The food arrived.

Neither looked.

Both thanked the employee.

"I know we just met. I don't want to be intrude, but... you do take time for yourself now, don't you? Or are you still...?"

"I mean they need me. Especially Leo, he-" Raph cut himself off. "No. That's not for me to talk about."

He turned down into his sandwich and saw how it was just his size.

He took his time in getting it into his hands.

He relished how the bread crunched, but had soft give.

There was a mountain of meat inside.

He could, for once, easily check off his daily intake of protein.

He bit into it and positively melted.

It just a few chews all his worries had melted away.

"Pretty good!" Theresa chirped a slight contrast.

Raph laughed. "Pretty good! This is amazing!"

She giggled.

Another carefree note that sweetly coaxed him.

It was unlike Mikey's detachment.

Where the littlest disassociated in his supposed freedom, the woman sat across from it oozed it naturally.

She was the definition of airy.

She was a warm summer's breeze.

A soothing brush to clear out stale air.

"I'm sorry for prying." She confessed from behind a napkin.

"No, you didn't." He shook his head.

"I did force you to eat."

"I needed to." His lips sat in a lazy smile. "It feels good. Talking to you. You letting it go. You minded me. It's all... nice. Just nice. Really nice."

She grinned. "We could do it again."

"Huh?" He had his jaw unhinged to take another bite.

"Get lunch. Again, no judging, but you really needed this lunch break. Let's do it again. I know I could!"

"Did it... help you?"

She hummed as she juggled the thought. "Maybe not how you would think. It's nice to just talk to another decent person!"

"I feel like I haven't said much..."

"I don't know. There's a lot you didn't say."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She smiled down at her plate and those crow's feet tickled her eyes. "You took the street side when we walked. You got the door for me when we walked in. You tried to get the smaller size since I was paying. You're clearly protecting your family and I still don't know how you were just going to walk out of that other place empty handed."

"It wasn't worth it."

"It should be."

His lips parted.

She looked right at him and he felt a little jarred by the intensity. "You should be."

He wouldn't cry.

He cried over smaller things.

Like how tiny baby ducks in the park were.

When a two people fought in a movie and made up.

The moment he bit into a perfectly warm pastry.

No, for her he felt something else.

He didn't have a name for it yet, but he wanted to find out.

He allowed himself to.

"Wanna exchange numbers?" Raph was already going for his phone.

"Sure!" She went for her own and started on about her work schedule and how they could figure something out.

Raph was sure they would.

[honkshooomimimi-art]

I was thinking about Ramona and then lamenting on the fact that we never got rise Mona 💔

Alts under cut

[hahawasabi]

i let the demons win and made a rottmnt self-insert

meet Auburn

have the messy ref

+ other doodles

drops this and RUNS AWAY

[ghostytoad]

Omg I loved the raph req you just did!! Could I req basically the same thing but with a reader that’s similar to Leo instead? Thanks a ton<3

jfksdjhgklsh i've had to break this into multiple parts bc they turned out a little long, but hopefully they're just as good TwT

* Fun n' Games *

ROTTMNT Boys x GN! Leo-esque reader who enjoys drama, making jokes, and being overall awesome

Summary: The Hamato brothers unexpectedly fall for the smug, but genuine, fun-loving reader despite their egocentric habits

Headcanons for: Raphael

GN! Reader; Romantic; Fluff || Words: 1.3k

Donnie | Leo | Mikey | Bonus!!

Raph:

oh god, he's gotten his fill of worry-fueled headaches dealing with his little brother's shenanigans; why, WHY great pizza supreme in the sky did there have to be another one??

y/n's reckless antics has him worrying himself into an early grave, especially when they're so keen on proving themselves to everyone with dangerous stunts and high-action battles

it's not that he doesn't enjoy the odd adventure or two with them, but y/n's a HUMAN and he's a WAR MACHINE. he has to be extra cautious around them!

he's taken it upon himself to keep an eye on y/n at (almost) all times bc of their more impulsive actions; he is the oldest and biggest hamato after all, so who better to protect y/n?

if they're out and about with leo or mikey, he will DEFINITELY be there to intervene bc he knows those two are just askin' for trouble; he's their only braincell and they're NOT leaving him behind

it's through his constant surveillance (with some help from donnie), that he slowly starts to realize his feelings for them runs deeper than just wanting to keep them safe

god forbid y/n tries to hide their latest blunder or misadventure, raph will have an absolute FIT (nothing physical obviously, he'll probably get all pouty and insecure)

"look, i know i might not look it but inside, raph is just as scared as anyone else that the people i love could get hurt. i'm not mad, i'm just… tryna look out for you, y'know?"

mikey likes to tease raph for "babying y/n", which says a lot when it comes from the literal baby of the family; kinda forces raph to rethink his overbearing behavior

once he realizes just how overbearing and borderline scary he's being, he will do his best to back off and cut back on all the 'stalking' and 'babying'

will genuinely laugh at y/n's jokes, no matter how bad they are; even if leo literally made the same exact joke 10 minutes ago, raph can't help but double over wheezing with laughter when they say it

he finds y/n's delivery a lot better than leo's; genuinely thinks they are the funniest person alive

he will sometimes join in on y/n's teasing whenever it's directed at his brothers or at an enemy while they're fighting; if he manages to make y/n laugh at one of his jokes, he'll be over the moon with joy

has the habit of accidentally referring to y/n as 'leo' when he's scolding them or going into a long rant about staying safe or something; it's not that he sees y/n as a "human leo", he's just used to getting onto the red slider turtle for the same exact shenanigans so it's like an auto-response

immediately catches himself the moment he does misname them and profusely apologizes through his flustering tears; forgets what he was even mad about every time it happens

for a while, raph considered getting y/n a guard dog or something to watch over them but would they even want a dog? what if they're allergic or they have a terrible fear of dogs or something!

on top of that, despite claiming to be "good with animals", he basically scares off any small animal that comes within 10 ft of his towering stature

but aha, an idea! what if instead of a pet, he gave y/n something special of his? something he can trust to take care of them

as long as y/n PROMISES to keep it safe and clean, raph will gift them one of his special teddy bears to watch over them when he's not around

won't admit it, but he finds y/n's big ego and constant bragging to be incredibly endearing and will add to it whenever he can

like yeah, what isn't to like? they're cool, funny, they know where all the action's at, they have the prettiest eyes; it's no wonder y/n is as confident as they are - to be honest, raph's not sure why EVERYONE doesn't feel the same way about y/n

likes to use his special raph-exclusive catchphrase 'like a boss' to describe everything y/n does (a high honor in his culture)

"did you guys catch how y/n totally shut those clowns down like a boss?? i betcha they could take you three down no sweat!"

gaming buddies!! it's one of his favorite pasttimes and what better way to channel y/n's competitive energy than with some good ol' beat 'em ups

1v1 video game marathons are GUARANTEED to last days for the two of them; they've both managed to lose major sleep bc of how invested they get into the competition

but sleep deprivation has a habit of making fools of us all, even headstrong turtle mutants. and y/n just happens to be the subject of raph's sleepy rambles

"I swear, I can't feel my eyes…" Y/N's croaky, tired voice muttered as they fought sleep against the now-deflated beanbag, the dim glow of the television screen highlighting the dark circles of exhaustion, "How long have we been playing?"

Slumped over next to Y/N was the large turtle, struggling to muster a coherent sentence as total nonsense tumbled from his lips. As he lay facedown across his own plush beanbag, controller lazily dangling from his large hand, he continued to mutter unintelligably.

"Alright, big guy, let's get you to bed." Y/N groaned as they sat up to stretch. They couldn't help but smile as they watched Raph's sleepy form slump further forward in protest, his knuckles brushing against the floor from how far he'd shifted. He was stubborn to be sure, and all of this just to win a single round. It's not like Y/N didn't warn him ahead of time just how epic their combat gaming skills were! He really should've heeded their warning, it would've saved him hours of humiliating losses and subsequent insomnia.

"L'go one more roun'…" Raph finally managed to grumble, his voice tapering off as the drowsiness overcame him once again. He refused to let the night end until he'd bested his opponent at least once.

"Nuh uh, we're getting you to bed and that's final." the amusement in Y/N's tone stirred the mutant back awake.

"Fine, but I'll getcha next time." Raph finally relented with a sluggish grin and heavy-lidded eyes. With a grunt, he pushed himself up off the sack and was sent stumbling into Y/N's awaiting arms. They struggled to keep a grip on his large form, nearly losing their balance once his full weight shifted onto them. In an impressive show of determination, Y/N had managed to carry Raph into his room, opting to (not so gracefully) toss the massive turtle back onto his bed. Raphael didn't anticipate such a toss and with a hand still tightly gripped onto Y/N's waist, he managed to yank the human down with a light thud against his chest. If it had been anyone else, Raph would've been embarrassed enough, but this particular situation was one he'd keep himself awake at night thinking about. And yet here Y/N was, eyes wide with surprise and body held snug against his, completely unaware of Raph's affection for them. Would they leave? Would they scold him for being too clumsy? Did they think he was a creep?

"Uh… s-sorry. Did I hurt ya?" he managed to stutter, his expression flustered and suddenly alert. Despite the internal conflict, his hand held firm on their waist as if it was urging them to stay.

"No, no, I'm fine. We can chalk this up to you being a sore loser though~" Y/N teased with a light smirk, the dark blush that dusted across their face very evident, only rivaled by the even darker shade that burned at Raph's.

A soft silence fell over the both of them as they timidly avoided each other's gazes, neither willing to yield.

"Um… Good night, Raph-a-doodle. Love ya…" Y/N hummed, nuzzling deeper into his chest while they tried to settle into their new sleeping position. Raph couldn't stop the sigh of relief that escaped him, but the way Y/N looked so peaceful and snug on top of him brought him back into the quiet lull of slumber. They were actually going to stay. Did that mean that they…?

He'd leave that question for another night.

[honeylief]

Emmy's gonna do her best to be a great mom for Raph's kids. Their kids. Baby twins, Kimi and Tony. Happy Mother's Day everyone!!

[janekarayel]

RAPH X Tara comics part 1

RAPH he's telling Tara to explain for him when she's telling grandfather her what happened

I hope to like you 💖 everyone

Following me 💕

[smol-bean-boi13]

Doobles

Learning how to draw the old men

Main masterpost

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FIANLLY!!! IT TOOK A FREAKIN YEAR BUT CHAPTER 5 IS DONE! Just gotta edit and it should be up within the next week 🤞