#TMNT Raphael x Female reader

[thelostandforgottenangel]

We'll Get Through This Together

Tears were streaking down her face in fast rivers as she stared at the counter of her bathroom unable to breathe much less speak as she looked down on that small object that was saying her life was about to change forever

A change she most defiantly was not ready for

Time seemed to just freeze around the trembling woman having no idea how long she had been standing there before finally choking out the saddest wail dropping to the floor unable to take in air as her hands scrambling for her phone when it beeped from the jacket pocket seeing the turtles name popping up as she opened it; his simple ‘Hey’ set off a whole new emotion

Her fingers practically shook as she tried to text back but the happy response wouldn’t type itself

‘I need you… please hurry my place!!’

She waited what felt like an eternity before his predictable reply popped up unable to answer him typing faster terrified the second he tried to call her

‘Please you need to get to my place fast… please, please please you need to get here!!!’

She was shaking so bad the phone fell from her hands as she sobbed pushing herself into the corner unsure how he was going to take this… What if he found out and abandoned her too? What if he showed up and was angry at her for letting this happen?

What if this caused her to lose the only person who she had left…? To lose the only family she had in this world over her stupidity?

He continued to call her over and over his text messages becoming increasingly worried when she wouldn’t answer or message him back but the tears made it hard to see and her voice wouldn’t come out even if she had been able to answer

Less then ten minutes after the first text she had sent the sound of his heavy weight landed on her fire escape and the slam of her window being thrown open as he rushed into the apartment yelling her name startled her out of her panicked state; just the sound of his deep voice had her stumbling up and running to him a complete mess and blubbering like a child feeling him grab her in a tight hug she just dropped

The tightness of his arms around her shaking body had her clinging to the turtle for dear life knowing at any second he would be gone and she would be alone

But he was the only one she could possible reach out to; the only one she trusted in hopes he wouldn’t break her further

She could hear him asking what was wrong from what sounded like a great distance away, he had to be thinking her ex-boyfriend had shown back up and hurt her and that growl that carried in his voice sounded so terrifying she barely managed to look up at him

She was lost and afraid; seeing that his touch was fast to become gentle caressing her cheek coxing her to tell him what happened but this time his voice was soft and kind, carefully wiping her tears away with his thumb cradling her face in his hands and kissing both flushed cheeks telling her it would be okay before she lifted her hand

Slowly the woman looked at the item in her grasp unsure when she had grabbed it but when his eyes finally fell on it he laughed at her asking if that was what she was crying about

There in her palm was a small white and pink stick

The turtle took it as she scooted back from him her hand over her mouth continuing to let her tears fall as he looked at the cute item mumbling as he took in the two dark markings on each of the windows before he suddenly noticed the writing under his thumb shifting his fingers enough to read it and connect the dots

That was when the color in his face drained and his breath left him

“I- I’m pregnant…” his wide eyes looked up realizing exactly what was wrong before slipping down to stare at her belly for the longest time then meeting her eyes as she tried to cover herself starting to feel disgusted in herself “I can’t be I-? T-This wasn’t supposed to happen! I was just starting… we were-”

She was screaming in anger at this point grabbing the stick from his fingers and throwing it hard against the wall but before he could even say a word her stomach pitched and the color left her cheeks before she was running for the bathroom almost not making it before she was fighting to hold down somewhat of the food from dinner

She had just gotten away from her abusive ex-boyfriend Travis months ago after he had attacked her for being out when he got home; he had gone out to the bar with his friends and she had just wanted to get away from the apartment and see her sweet turtle friends walking home when he saw her

He had beaten her right there on the street in front of her building to the point she thought he was going to kill her only for the man to run when the man next door came out to see the attack, he was arrested two days later while she stayed with her friends to be safe

Weeks had gone by with no word from him and with the rest the woman was back to herself in no time deciding to go home and get ready to return to work the following day telling the turtle who insisted on staying that she would be fine

They had just brought her home and after bidding them goodbye she was hurrying to straighten up and cook dinner only to be assaulted by a force of unrelenting anger while she was cleaning up his mess; she thought she was home alone and hadn’t even heard him coming up behind her until he had slammed her into the counter throwing her to the floor as everything went dark

She couldn’t even remember what had transpired before coming to seeing him on top of her with his hands around her neck, her strangled screams for help had went unanswered until one of the males she trusted with her life had returned having brought her forgotten purse that he had spotted on the couch back knowing she would need it the next day

He saved her but for once was just a moment too late; what had happened was just ending and it took her hugging the turtle so tightly to stop him from murdering the bastard he had drug off of the woman in order to hold the sobbing female remembering he had held her until the police showed up

After he had taken her to the lair not giving her much of a choice where she stayed until him and his brother’s had wiped everything of his from her home and moved it to her new place far from where he knew where to find her

Three months… she finally had gotten her life on track with the help of her four mutant friends; finally the woman had her own place where she felt safe, had found a job she not only loved but was going somewhere with the company, she was about to start school next month to get her degree, and her and the turtle currently in her living room had just started to explore the idea of being more then friends

Life had just turned around

How could she have ruined all of this… why hadn’t she been able to stay conscious and tried to fight him harder-?

Why hadn’t she realized sooner that she wasn’t just suffering from the flu when her nausea hadn’t gone away after she started feeling a bit better… her co-worker had been the one to suggest the damn test but she never imagined it would actually show anything

As she kneeled on the bathroom floor there was no sounds from her living room, she was about to call out to him needing a water but just as his name left her lips sounding so pathetic she heard the main window close and again the apartment was silent feeling her heart drop into her stomach just knowing he had left her

Like she had thought he had left her

A soft sob echoed around her before jumping as a green hand brushed her hair back and lifted her chin shushing the upset woman softly

Looking over quickly she found him kneeling beside her wiping her face with a warm rag taking such care as to be his gentlest; finally handing her a bottled water the male instructed her to drink it slowly before taking a seat against the counter behind where she was, it didn’t take long before he was rubbing her back looking at the test in his hand and the expression on his face told her what he was thinking “It’s positive-”

He blamed himself

Her tears started to build up again sniffling as she tried to force her voice out “I’m sorry… I’m so- so sorry” her voice broke as she held her stomach having no clue what she was going to do.

“No don’t go starting that! This isn’t your fault” she looked at him going to argue but just as quickly as she started to lash out at herself he pulled the female into his arms holding her tight as he shushed her again this time rocking her as she cried into his chest nuzzling her head as she finally wrapped her arms around him whispering out his next words as he comforted her “It’s not your fault baby… it’s going to be okay I got you”

How long he sat on that cold bathroom floor didn’t seem to matter they both stayed there; the turtle just looking at the test, his slow breathing and steady heart beat soothing her into a shocked calm while he petted her hair seeing although she was upset her hand tenderly laid over her belly

She couldn’t bare the idea of an abortion it wasn’t the child’s fault so why would she punish it for existing… and as crazy as it sounded she didn’t want to just give her baby into the system where the child might bounce in and out of foster care

But - she couldn’t support a baby; hell she couldn’t even support herself how was she going to care for a child

His own thoughts raced unsure what to do to help not even sure if she wanted to talk until finally he tossed the test on the counter pulling her up with him then carrying his friend to the bedroom lying down with her remaining silent as she curled into his chest and for a while he was sure she had passed out against him

This had to have just wiped her energy

He nodded off for a bit always stirring occasionally to check on her only to find she hadn’t moved gently covering her up with a blanket kissing her head then dosing back off slowly keeping his arm around her

Hours passed by almost too quickly until dawn started to lighten the sky outside the window but she hadn’t rested her mind racing over everything until it all became too much

He suddenly jumped as some time later she moved to fast sitting up brushing her tangled hair back in a bit of a nervous panic that had him shifting to sit up leaning his shell on the headboard half asleep but let her sit for a bit just wanting to be there for support “What am I going to do…? I can’t be pregnant I just can’t – I don’t want a baby by him…” she started to freak out again but the jolt of her suddenly choking had her leaning over the side of the bed reaching for her trash bin

He was starting to see her being emotional seemed to be the trigger for her morning sickness now but still said nothing grabbing her water from the side table whispering for her to breathe before he got up going to look and see if she had some crackers or something light to help with the nausea

He had to take a deep breath before coming back to see her at the mirror looking over her belly that now being uncovered was starting to show looking at him with the most hopeless expression when he moved further into the room standing behind her

“What am I going to do what if he finds out… what if he-!?”

“He won’t” even with his own uncertainty he realized he needed to be her rock; a soft smirk came over his lips as he kissed the woman’s head delicately bringing her to sit in his lap wanting the woman to rest before she made herself sick again kissing at the soft skin of her neck “He isn’t going to find out anything… and you’re not going to tell him or anybody who knows the bastard”

She turned looking to him in pure confusion even as the large mutant placed his chin on his friends shoulder “What-? Look this isn’t going to be something I can just hide in a few months I’m going to be- huge…” her words stopped as his large hand gently came over her belly sighing before he gave a small smile

The males bright eyes on the small belly as he carefully handled it seeming to be coming to terms with what he was going to do

She turned more looking up at him her mouth slightly agape trying to tell him this wasn’t something she wanted to push onto him but no words managed to come as the turtle leaned in kissing her lips softly his forehead pressing to hers saying it with no hesitation “You heard me… we’ll get through this together no matter what. I’m going to be there for both of you I promise”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

She nervously grabbed the bag she had packed that morning from her chair heading out the door almost as fast as she had came in it just minutes ago needing to see her turtle boyfriend who had made this whole traumatic ordeal worth experiencing since the night she told him he had become very attentive over the last few weeks

More so then she could have ever asked

It didn’t matter how busy he had gotten between training and protecting the city every day he was there to check on her and the baby she was struggling to accept even helping if she needed it; he had even gone so far as to stay the night several times when she did in order to hold her together

But that anxiousness and uncertainty she felt had almost dissipated after the second week of him being at her side; waking up one night to find him with his face pressed to her stomach talking so softly to the little bean growing inside her just after her first doctor’s visit was a warm memory she never wanted to forget

They had found out she was fourteen weeks along but the doctor had been unable to see the baby well enough because the child was curled up in an odd position almost hiding it seemed but when he had gotten to see the ultrasound photo while holding her as she pointed out the tiny form that his eyes had immediately spotted she could see it in an instant

He was already in love with the baby

Today she had gotten a follow up ultrasound in order to hopefully see more of the baby and had the results to show him having stopped off at the store for a few things in order to calm her mind but now; just like the night she found out she felt that fear rising in her chest, but like he always did just as she got on the bus and her mind was dragging her into those dark thoughts he had called to check on her

Just seeing his screensaver had her forgetting her troubles

“What happened!?! You promised to call me- it’s almost three hours later” his voice revealing just how anxious he was just like her actually pulled a smile to her face calming her nerves before she looked around making sure nobody was too close to her

“I uh… I just got back from the doctors office I’m sorry - I’ll be there in a little bit I’m coming to see you right now”

The line went silent on his end for a moment but that just told her he had probably moved somewhere for a bit of privacy away from anyone in hearing range knowing he hadn’t told his family yet wanting to be sure nothing was wrong with her or the baby before telling anybody the news “Everything okay? Is the baby doing good?”

“Well-” his low tone made her look at the picture she had been clutching in her hand for the last hour not wanting him to find out over the phone, not for something this important she also couldn’t bare to think he’d back out now “Doctor said everything looks great completely healthy - I’ll tell you more when I get there” his irritated growl actually made her giggle out loud as she realized he was acting just like a worried father already placing the photo in its envelope before biting her lip “I promise I’ll be there soon… I love you”

Her face went red when she realized those words left her lips not hearing him on the other end she quickly hung up part of her thinking it was way too soon for her to have ever said those three words but the smile on her face was just proof she had said them in all loving truth

Once she reached her stop she walked as quickly as possible towards the garage checking to be sure she wasn’t being followed before slipping through the door and locking it behind her then hurrying towards the back getting anxious just to tell him what was going on

The elevator ride didn’t last too long but she was sure it had never moved drawing in a slow breath giving herself a pep talk trying to remind herself it was all going to be okay before jumping as she heard the loud ‘ding’ above her and the door was slipping open

The warmth and light of the lair was enough for her to calmly step off into the main area getting ready to call out to him as she moved to drop her stuff on the couch but before she could was caught in a tight loving hug physically just relaxing as her arms went around him nuzzling into the turtle’s neck as her loving boyfriend held her scenting the woman

She hadn’t noticed it but he was always telling her how the moment he had seen her that night her scent was off but in a good way – had he realized what it was he may have known she was carrying before she had found out

“Tell me everything! Are there pictures? Was he able to see if the baby was a-”

Patting his arm fast shushing urgently to silence him before they could be caught she took his hand as he grabbed her bags off her shoulder and quickly pulled the woman off to his room closing the door and locking it while she was digging through her pack to pull out a small outfit in his color with the cutest little turtles brandishing it against her growing belly hearing him laugh as he took in the tiny onesie before he was cradling her bump with both hands

A small kiss to her head had the woman holding up the envelope but feeling the anxiety raising as he reached for it made the woman pull it to her chest “Before I show you… please promise me-”

“Hey; I’m not going anywhere… now how’s our baby?” he sat down on the bed scooting back to give her room calmly waiting until she handed him the envelope seeing her playing with her fingers knowing the nerves were eating away at his mate “So the baby is healthy… there were no problems” her nod seemed to relax his shoulders as she pulled her purse to her watching as he opened the pastel green envelope pulling out the several sonograms slowly shifting through them

His smile was infectious seeing the pride within his eyes as he took in the tiny form in one of the black and white pictures before shifting to the next his eyes squinting before reaching over nearly knocking over the lamp as he tried to turn it on looking at the photo with a better light

His eyes widened almost comically before he turned to look at her holding it up “A and B…?” her eyes had already filled with tears making him move taking her hands in his; his eyes showing every emotion between fear, worry, and happiness as he looked at the photo again “What does that mean?”

He fell silent as she held up the second matching outfit with a sad smile seeing the turtle finally got it before finally saying what she had been waiting to the whole time since seeing the sonogram screen

“It’s twins Daddy-”

He practically jumped from his bed the picture in hand pacing making her think the worse before he turned with the biggest grin whooping from his excitement so loudly it had his brothers coming to check on him calling out he’d explain later

The woman was just watching him as he turned coming back to the bed capturing her in a tight hug “I love you… Oh I love you so much” a chuckle left the male as he started kissing her cheeks then her lips so lovingly before kneeling in front of her nuzzling at her bump pressing several kisses to the growing middle “Twin! I get two- we’re having two babies!”

He was almost trembling in his happiness and for a moment she thought she saw tears in his eyes before he was nuzzling against her bump whispering softly to the two lives she was carrying

 “I guess we got a lot to do then to be ready for them… But first please let me go tell them!”

She had only managed to nod still in shock as she watched the happy turtle practically bursting with happiness before he flung the door open yelling for his family then coming back quickly picking her up with the pictures and outfits taking her downstairs with him

Her heart was pounding the moment she saw his brothers hurrying to see what was going on her chest tightening at the knowing smirk on his father’s lips somehow already knowing what was coming before her boyfriend held up not just one but both little outfits with the biggest smile

“Hope you guys are ready to be uncles”

Once those words left his lips the room went quiet all three of the other turtles thinking he was joking until she held up the picture then – they exploded and the reaction was almost better than his

“You have got to be pulling our legs”

“Dude you are so lying… you liars!”

“There’s no way! Let us see those-”

They came over looking at the pictures as one of the turtles had took them from her hands looking at the two little forms she pointed out before there was another uplifting explosion of joy getting so many hugs and having to show Splinter once she managed to get the pictures back

His hug had brought tears for the woman hugging him just as tight as she cried into his shoulder

For once she couldn’t remember why she had been so scared once her boyfriend was holding onto her as the family talked about all they could do to prepare for the twins

The brother’s talking over all the furniture they could make, how to paint the nursery, how they could get anything and everything the babies could ever need

It didn’t matter to them and now she had wished they had told the guys sooner because like him the support was there all of them offering her assistance in whatever she needed

This – this was what was going to get her through

She had her family by her side

@fyreball66

[hotheadedhero]

First Date

'Like 'em Big Series'

AN: Wow, wow, WOW! You guys went haywire for 'Like 'em Big', didn't ya? I have yet again been surprised at the popularity of something that started as a joke. Thank you all for your patience and showing the love, it really warms my heart as always 🙏 Without further ado, here's part two ❤️(I'd also like to preface that I haven't been on a first date in years, so I apologise :'])

Part 1

All characters are aged up

Raphael x Reader

Warnings: Brief mention of ROTTMNT Movie, near peril (again), meddlesome brothers, cute idiots being cute

Returning home after the mind-boggling excursion you endured had tired you out to the point of near collapse. Yet, you couldn’t sleep after everything that happened. Your mind was racing. Not because you were nearly eaten. Not because you had met a giant turtle. Not even because you found that same turtle adorably attractive. No. It’s because you were fool-hardy enough to give him your number and after you embarrassingly called him beautiful, no less. More often than not, your overzealousness has been your downfall and you wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case here.

Universal blessings had other things in mind. The beacons lit, your prayers answered, and hope restored before your weary brain has a chance to sink - a text - and the chime of that first notification is a sweet melody indeed. All of that karmic debt seems to have been paid off. About time. Again, you won’t get too ahead of yourself but this is already a good start. And, so entails days of messaging, sneaking texts on work shifts, leg-kicking with the gushy motions, and downright losing your mind over how sweet this guy is.

As for Raph, this is uncharted territory; a piece of ocean he never dreamed he’d sail because he never thought it would be accessible to someone like him. He finds himself terrified of the mornings, worried that you’ll wake up with your senses and realise who - what - you’re talking to. Such concerns immediately disappear when he opens his phone to see a routine ‘Good morning’ paired with a heart or kiss.

During this time of exchanging pleasantries, he has been falling ever so gracefully for the character that makes up your person. He’s amazed by how bold you are in your messages during the times he shies away out of fear. It’s probably no surprise that a gorgeous lady such as yourself has at least some experience in the field, which makes him all the more nervous. Meanwhile, he’s working with two left feet and terrible advice from his family. Try as they may, he knows better than to listen to them where these things are concerned. The only one who has had experience is their dad and they all know how things turned out with Big Mama. 

Raph reckons he’ll take his chances. If your texting is anything to go off of, he likes to think he’s doing pretty well for himself. That hasn’t stopped his brothers from meddling, however. He expected Leo to poke his nose where he shouldn’t but he didn’t anticipate all of them getting involved. Even now, they’re desperately trying to clammer onto him in an attempt to get his phone. He has the advantage of being much taller than them but, of course, Donatello is resourceful and snatches it with one of his robotic limbs before throwing it to the youngest of the four. Lousy cheater. 

The unspoken rules of the game are the least of his worries when Mikey quickly messages you. He drops the phone as Raphael lunges for him and retrieves it before it hits the ground. Then he sees the extent of the damage dealt by his sibling: he’s asked you out on a date tonight. No no no! The large turtle is mortified! Sure, he’d considered the same proposal for a couple of days now but he wasn’t sure if it was too soon. This is going to make him look like a fool! He’s finished. You’re going to read it and you’re going to ignore it and he’s going to be ruined.

The receipt goes to ‘read’ and, surely, that to be the end of it until he sees you’re formulating a response. He bores holes into his screen. The taunting three-dotted line rises and falls and each second has him in the sweats. His brothers’ heads comically peak past his shell, each invested, placing bets on what your answer is going to be. Whoever had put their money down for a positive result is just that little bit richer. Three words. Three little words that would turn out to be Raphael’s salvation: ‘I’d love to! X’.

The joyous uplift of deliverance soon flees when it truly sinks in. You’ve agreed to go on a date with him. A date. With him. He’s going on a date. With you. Where will he take you? What will you both do? What is he going to wear? He’s desperate enough to call on his brothers’ aid for any input they can provide. After all, he can’t deny that their antics have led to this. Listen, these guys have all watched how much of an impact this has had on him. Sure, they’ll poke their fun but it’s genuinely warming to see their big lug of a brother with that dorky grin on his face. 

After a quick montage of his family hyping him up, going through outfits, and detailing the do’s and don’t’s, he’s finally ready. You both decide to meet on the roof of your apartment complex seeing as the sun will still be out. He double, triple, and quadruple-checks the location on his phone just in case he’s managed to pick the wrong one. As he’s about to check a fifth time, the little door to the side opens and out comes you in an even cuter outfit than the one worn on your first meeting. You, too, are in awe of what stands before you, having not expected him to go through the effort of dressing up at all. It’s nothing striking but it lights up all the parts of your objective brain that make you the size-hungry gremlin you are: a grey, sleeveless hoodie that shows off his arms very nicely. 

Sitting on the roof and people-watching seems to be a good enough pass time until it gets dark. Raphael’s legs hang over the side whilst yours lay to the side of you. He should have made a note of things to talk about. You’ve both already covered basic information over the phone alongside the odd funny video here and there but he’s completely blank now. Crap. He can feel the sweats coming on.

“So, hey,” he hears your voice suddenly, “what’s the highest up you reckon you’ve ever been?”

He knows the answer to that but it’s not an instance he much likes to think about. It would have been during the Kraang invasion years back when he and his brothers plummeted from heights of the sky no person should outside of a plane. That will be a story he keeps to himself. Too deep. He doesn’t want to dampen the mood. 

His brain wracks itself for something else and he says the first thing that comes to mind, “Uh… well, there was the time me and my brothers zip-lined from one building and into a roof pool.”

“No way! That sounds like so much fun!”

The elated look in your eyes makes him smile and his chest inflates with pride. “Yeah, it was! Our friend April even got it on video.”

“Do you have it?” you ask eagerly. “I’d love to see.”

That’s when you scoot closer to him to the point that your arms are brushing. Do you want to see it that badly? Yes. Was this an excuse to get close? You will die at your doorstep before you admit to anything without a lawyer. He sucks his lips in at the contact and looks down at your sparkling face before fumbling for his phone. He’s almost certain he has it somewhere. 

As you’re both watching the video, three sets of eyes have their sights on you. Three pairs of eyes belonging to three incredibly nosy brothers. They’re stood on one of the buildings behind you two, a few floors higher for a good view.

“So, how come we’re spying on Raph and his date?” the one in orange asks keenly.

“Listen, we all know that Raph chokes under pressure and we’re just here to make sure things go smoothly,” the blue-banded turtle responds with a hand to his chest. The other hand grips onto a tarp that seems to be shielding a box. “And I have just the thing to get some romance going.”

Beneath the blanket, Leo unveils a cage of doves all more than ready to be set free. Where, when, and how he managed to get these birds is a mystery but life is full of those. Best not to question his eccentricities. He quietly whispers, “Fly, my pretties,” before turning the latch and throwing a flurry of birdseed in the unsuspecting couple’s direction. 

Large brows furrow above concern. “Aren’t they a little too close to the edge?”

Ah. That might be problematic.

“Oh my gosh,” you laugh, “I think I would have a heart attack zipping along something like that.”

“It’s really not so bad when you get used to it,” Raph chuckles reassuringly. 

“Pft! You’re a lot braver than me.”

You both smile at each other as he puts his phone away. He doesn’t believe that for a second. You were brave enough to give him your number after all. He’s about to say something else when a series of aggressive flaps and coos break him of whatever thought he had. Following, a flock of doves barrages into the two of you. Luckily, he’s a sturdy pillar but the same can’t be said for you. A shrill scream breaks past your lips as you tip over the ledge. There’s a short moment when all that surrounds you is air. Nothing but air and the impending dread of what sits below. You were only joking when you said about dying on your doorstep.

Just as your eyes clench shut in preparation, the breath in your lungs gets knocked out of you when a force catches and cradles you by your gut. This strong force lifts you up and you’re met with an even stronger chest. You slowly take a look up at your saviour and he’s got you in a tight lock against his body. His other hand is clasped onto the roof ledge and he breathes heavily. Raphael swallows hard. That was close. Way too close for comfort.

Not wanting to dawdle over the long drop for much longer, he hoists himself back onto the roof with you in his clutch. The threat of falling diminished. The threat of falling in other ways climbs higher from your stomach. Oh lordy, you’re getting the vapours. As he gently eases you back on your feet, you look up at him with wide eyes.

“I think,” you breathe out, in again to recollect yourself, “maybe, we continue this on the ground.”

“Agreed.”

Thankfully, it’s dark enough that he should be able to waltz around in the public eye without it being too bothersome. From a neighbouring rooftop, there’s a rushed scurry but when he looks, nothing appears to be there. Must have been more of those doves or something. That still begs the question of where they came from but he’ll try not to worry about it.

So, a little bit of a rocky start but it doesn’t appear to have shaken your spirit. You’re a little jittery from the adrenaline, perhaps. That and being in his arms for that short moment made you realise what you’ve been missing out on all this time. You need to get a hold of yourself, woman. For the sake of not ruining this, get a hold of yourself. The slight tremble in your fingertips doesn’t go unnoticed. Luckily, Raph has just the remedy.

He walks you to a park, quiet from day nearing its end, lit up with the gentle hug of streetlamps dotted along the pathways. The setting itself is already enough to coax you back into a level head but curiosity peaks when the mutant urges you to sit on a bench. He asks that you close your eyes before dashing off. Just what is he planning? You’re tempted to take a peak but, respectively, you sit and patiently wait. When he returns, you open your eyes to see him standing in front of you, three hot dogs in one hand, two sodas in the other. 

“It ain’t much but I figured it’ll help,” he admits bashfully. “‘Specially some sugar.”

You blink up at him and shrink down with a shy bat of your lashes. “Thank you.”

Your lips spread into a mile-wide smile as you take the food and drink from him. He sits down beside you and you happily dig in. There must have been a food stand that you had walked past without noticing, yet he noticed. He’s also noticed how greedy it must look for him to have two hot dogs. 

Suddenly conscious of the fact, he clears his throat awkwardly, “I hope it’s okay I got two for myself.”

“Hm?” You look up at him with a mouthful and swallow. “Oh! Have as many as you like.” Your nose scrunches up as you wave him off. “The other night I had about five to myself. Not even with the buns either.”

You laugh at yourself as you take another bite. It sounds like a bizarre way to eat them outside of their intended purpose but when Mother Nature calls, there’s no point in questioning it. Besides, the best part of a hot dog is the Frankfurter. Why waste stomach space on all of that bread? You shrug it off casually but the tall turtle’s attention remains on you as he rallies something up in his head.

“How do you feel about salami?”

The way he asks is gentle, not interrogative but carefully interested with a harboured hope. What an adorable query. You can’t say you have any strong opinions about it but if it’s there in front of you, you know you wouldn’t be able to help yourself. There’s a glimmer in his stare as he awaits your answer and it takes a lot for you to not grin like an idiot.

You glance side to side, pretending to be shifty-like and lean in towards him whilst cupping your mouth. “Once, I ate an entire pack of assorted pepperoni and salamis in one sitting.”

Raph’s eyes sparkle, almost forming into hearts. He doesn’t register how he replies, going purely on automatic as his head wanders off into la la land. His free hand grips onto the side of the bench and he can feel his heart palpitate with a swarm of warmth. Has he just found his soulmate? Is it too soon to think something like that? Does it matter? He’s not too sure he cares now. Those rose-tinted glasses are his new contact lenses and he’s never taking them out.

A few trees over, the eclectic triad of trouble is back at it again trying to formulate their next plan in the ‘Romance for Raph’ operative. Donatello tinkers with something as the other two watch their brother. They have no idea what you said as you leaned into him but it must have been something mind-altering from the way he’s staring off with stars in his eyes.

“Hurry up with that thing, Dee! I wanna hear what they’re talking about.”

“You can’t rush good work,” he states, though he holds up the complete product no more than a second later. “But yes, you may now marvel at my new masterpiece.”

It’s a dinky-looking drone, fitted with the best mic system and soundless heli-propellers this turtle genius can build, small enough that it should be able to soar around unnoticed. Leo and Mikey tussle over who gets to fly the device first, each pulling on the remote control. During their scuffle, they hit a button and it quietly thrums to life. Before Donnie can intervene, the little drone is already flying around in seemingly no point of direction until it nose-dives towards them and crashes into the tree trunk. The entire tree shakes so much that a flurry of birds dart off and head for yourself and Raph.

They sore overhead with such ferocity that you both flail your arms up to cover your heads. Unfortunately, the soda in Raphael’s hand flies up into the air with the abrupt action. It falls onto the pathway but not before spritzing his hands with the fizzy liquid. Great. Now his hands are going to be uncomfortably sticky. What is the darn deal with these birds today? Alfred Hitchcock might have been onto something. The vermin of the sky turns into an afterthought when you spot your date looking over his fingers with a wrinkled frown.

Glancing around the park, you suddenly jump up onto your feet with an idea. You gesture for him to follow after you and lead him to a nearby lake. It’s the only way you could think for him to wash away the sugary beverage. As he gets on his knees and dips his hands in, you opt to stand and keep an eye out for any more winged miscreants. Figuring the coast is clear, you go back to facing the lake with your hands behind your back. 

“It sure looks pretty,” you remark quietly.

Not initially knowing what you’re talking about, Raphael glances up at you. He then follows your gaze back to the lake, taking his hands out to shake them dry. The water ripples from the movement but when it settles, he thinks he understands what you’re talking about. Starlight is often hard to come by in a city such as New York but it seems they have blessed you both with their presence. They twinkle delicately, reflecting off the water and it looks as though they’re dancing, like fireflies in the calm of night. Pretty indeed. He can’t remember the last time he sat back and appreciated something like this if ever he has.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” he hears you again, quieter this time, “what made you ask me out on this date?”

His face and the entirety of his body warms. He hadn’t expected to be put on the spot like that but he supposes you would’ve asked sooner or later. It’s only fair that you’d be curious. The palms of his hands press into his knees as he sits on his feet. 

“My brothers kinda had a hand in that. I’d been thinking about doin’ it before that, though!” he quickly rectifies just in case you thought this was completely his family’s doing but you giggle. He chuckles nervously and lowers his sights. “You just seem like someone I’d wanna get to know. Why’d you give me your number?”

“You saved my life that day,” you say as if it’s obvious. He narrows his eyes at you playfully and you figured he’d eventually realise that there’s more to it than that. “Okay, so, maybe there were other reasons.”

This is where your throat fails you and instead of talking, you attempt to motion with your hands. You hold them parallel to one another and map out the air in front of you sideways. Then, you make the same movement but vertically, one hand rising as the other lowers. He isn’t sure what you’re insinuating at first but it soon clicks. Are you referring to his stature? The thing that people usually fear? Nah. Surely not. That’s when it dawns on him. There was a word - one particular word that night which threw him off guard; a word he thought he had imagined but this just about confirms its existence.

With a newfound confidence, he sits up straight and raises a brow at you. “You think I’m beautiful?”

A brash heat burdens your cheeks as they puff out. You’ve certainly dug your grave on this one. How do you even answer? That probably isn’t an issue. Your reaction must be answer enough. With a blown-out breath, you swivel on your feet away from him, not knowing how to verbally respond. Just as you turn, a pebble hits you square on the forehead and knocks you back into the lake. It makes for a mighty splash but an incredibly discomfiting feeling around your body. Your head shoots up with a gasp and you hold your upper body with your hands in the sickly, cold mud, squelching between your fingers like wet clay. If birds had apposable thumbs, you would assume this was their doing considering how the night has gone.

Raphael shoots up to his feet and extends a hand to you, much like how he did when you first met. His face is laced with the same amount of concern as that day. Less hesitant than that instance, you immediately reach out and his fingers engulf your hand just as they did before. He hoists you up onto your feet, looking over you worriedly. You’re soaked head to toe.

What he doesn’t expect is to hear you laugh, “Deja vu?” 

His head cranes to the side but he finds himself smiling sadly when you continue to laugh. An unshakable spirit; that’s something he’s quickly realising you have and it’s admirable, to say the least. Unfortunately, the same can’t be said for your body. You hug yourself and shiver, teeth almost chattering. Even summer nights can nip at the skin when drenched in freezing lake water.

In his haste to find a solution, he enacts the first thing that comes to mind without thinking of asking on your behalf. He quickly slips his hoodie off and holds it out to you. It’s probably a little counterproductive since it won’t dry you but it should hopefully shield you from the cold. Just enough to last you the walk home. You bite your tongue as you gratefully take the garment and slip it on. In a generalised state of mind, this is every girl’s dream right here. Your dream. It sits over you in all of its oversized glory like a great big hug. Perfect. It’s a shame to be calling the night to an end here but you both know you won’t be able to completely enjoy yourself with a dripping head.

Those same three figures dash off into the shadows, one sorely guilty for causing such a catastrophe. All Michelangelo had intended to do was throw that rock at Raph to gain his attention. It had a note stuck to it with some cute lines he could have said to you. The last thing he wanted was for it to smack you dead in the face and topple you over. He swears his aim isn’t usually that bad, hence he’ll blame the note for messing with the air dynamics or whatever Donnie called it.

As yourself and Raph journey back to your apartment, he finds himself in a bit of a funk. He tries to keep his enthusiasms up for the remaining minutes you have together but there were a fair share of disasters this evening. Not how he envisioned things panning out. He walks you up to your front door but lingers in the middle. You stop, too, and stride down one, meeting him head-level.

“Everything okay?” you ask.

"Sorry," he sighs as he sits on one of the steps. "This has got to have been the worst first date ever."

His whole body slumps and he hangs his head low in shame, arms resting atop his thighs with his hands dangling limp between his legs. This feeling just can’t seem to shake. There were so many mishaps: you falling off the roof, soda spilling over himself, and to top it all off, you got yourself a nasty bath in muddy water. He wouldn’t blame you if you took his presence as a bad omen. Disaster does seem to follow him and his brothers wherever they go. His eyes suddenly open wide and stare at the floor when he feels a soft cushion of skin against his cheek.

"Actually, it's the best first date I've ever been on," you say and he'd see a large smile on your face had he the strength to look. Removing the hoodie, you hang it over his arm and giggle, "I mean, I might have a fear of birds now but I’ve had a really lovely time. I look forward to the second one."

You peck his cheek once more before slipping off into your apartment, leaving him to sit with eyes like saucers and rosy cheeks. He supposes it wasn’t all bad. There was a lot of laughter. You two found a lot in common with one another and once you got talking, the conversation was easy. There weren’t many cases where he caved under the pressures of those ‘first date’ nerves. He felt comfortable. Really comfortable, in fact. 

Raph blinks down at the hoodie and holds it up to his face. It’s a little damp but the scent of your perfume lingers on the fabric. It smells nice and he hopes he isn’t creepy for being happy about having this until you next see each other. His face hurts from all of this smiling, achy and strained. Painful but a good pain, nonetheless. An experience so new to him. He doesn’t know what to do. His body is running on highs it’s never known before. The burley mutant stands to his feet, hoodie in hand, and does the only thing he can think to do: he dances, blissfully unaware of the three sets of eyes watching from a building across the street.

"Oh, god, he's doing his victory dance right outside her apartment. Can't he save it till later? He's gonna make a fool of himself."

"Aw, but look how happy he is!"

"Indeed. I would say this is a big win for our illustrious leader."

"Hey, don't forget about our win. None of this would have happened without us and that deserves a pizza reward. Am I right, guys?"

The other two nod and mumble in agreement. It’s probably best that they flee the scene before they’re spotted, anyway. They’ll be excited to hear about their brother’s ventures when he returns and, of course, they’ll act as if they haven’t witnessed every moment of it. Take it to the grave, boys. Take it to the grave.

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I kinda love how the first part of this story was written during a fever and I had to wait until I was ill again to finish this part. Also, have to mention... the comments people!!! You ravenous animals are as crazy as me, I love it. I have thoroughly enjoyed reading these comments and I just had to include some of them here

You are my people and I love all of you so much <3

[imababblekat]

Vicarious Happiness

Anon Request, “Hi!! I love your work so much and I hope your doing wellI have a request if thats cool, it's fluffy raphael x reader(she/her) and it's like raph being all soft for once and letting his gard down and laughing and his brothers seeing this and they get all sappy”

~xXx~

It was the sounds of loud, hardy laughter that drew Leo from his once peaceful meditation. He knew that laugh and felt a familiar agitation itch at his mind, wondering what prank Raphael had pulled on Mikey this time. However, when he stepped out into the main living portion of the lair, he was quickly surprised to find the red banned turtle to not be cackling at his youngest brothers peril, but instead joyfully laughing along with you. While his laughter was louder and much deeper, no one could miss the cherry colored blush of your face as you laughed equally along. The leader of the four brothers made his way over to the kitchen, where he had spotted his two other siblings apparently watching the wholesome scene between Raph and the brothers close friend. “Donnie, you didn’t drop laughing gas again did you?”, Leo questioned with a raised brow and covering his snout. Hazel eyes glared behind self made classes. “I’ll have you know that was Casey’s fault! Also, no, I didn’t. Why do you ask?” Rolling his own eyes, Leo pointed a thumb over to where you and Raph sat close on the couch. “I ask because I’ve never seen Raph like that unless he did something. What’s up with him?” “Can’t you tell?”, Mikey jumped in with a swoon, batting non-existent lashes at Leo, “What’s up with Raph is (y,n)!” Leo scoffed, shoving Mikey out of his personal space as the other wiggled his brows. “Wait, are you guys serious? I know the two are close, but Raph like that? No way!” The two youngest brothers only smirked at each other, Donnie then stepping over to throw an arm around Leo. “Au contraire, my dear brother. Just take a look for yourself.” Leo did, and as he took a moment to really examine the scene before him, it wasn’t long till he caught on just like Mikey and Donnie had. It was the way Raphael looked at you, as you babbled on about something random but dear to yourself. His eyes held a fondness so rarely seen for someone such as him, a softness to his gaze rather than typical annoyance. It was as though he was deaf to your words, instead memorized and taking to memory the way you shined and glowed as you spoke so excitedly. However, Leo was also sure that for you, Raph was also making an effort to remember each and every single one of the words your spoke. Your voice and tone sounding like a melody to the terrapin no doubt. His body language was also a dead give away. Rather than taut or imposingly flexed, Raph sat comfortably with an air of, dare Leo even think it, vulnerability. There was not a sense of guardedness, no such thing as what he gave even around those he considered friends. With an arm slung over the couch and just an inch from being wrapped over your shoulders, an amorous smile and wholesome gaze still on your fast talking self, it was as though in that moment you were Raphael’s entire world. A cheeky grin found its way to Leo’s face. While he was already thinking of ways to tease the broad ninja turtle later, he at the same time couldn’t help but feel a sense of joyfulness for the other. The honorary leader had always been of a realistic mindset, had always been one hundred percent certain that they would never get to experience the pleasures of normal people. While a few years younger version of him would have been skeptical and jaded of this situation, the current more mature him felt nothing but elation. He’d always expected out of any of them for Mikey to somehow end up with a human partner if anything, but seeing Raphael of all people, soft and full of passion, it truly made him happy for the brother he’d so often fight with. Glancing over to Donnie and Mikey, the fondness they each shared while also watching the deepening bond shared between you and Raphael, he had a feeling they felt the same.

~xXx~

[jenny-ate-ink]

Pink Tulips

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warnings: Major Character Death Category: F/M Fandoms: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TV 2012), Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types Relationship: Raphael (TMNT)/Reader Characters: Raphael (TMNT), Reader Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Female Reader, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Terminal Illnesses, Terminally ill Reader, Terminal Illness Not Specified, Fear of Death, Bucket List, Alternative Universe - No Krang (TMNT), Alternative Universe - No Foot Clan (TMNT), Aged-Up Character(s), Everyone is 20+, Emotional Hurt, Angst and Feels, Soulmarks Appear When You Are Going To (Physically) Meet Your Soulmate In A Year Or Less, Soulmark Countdown AU, Bittersweet Ending, No beta we die like (y/n)

Blurb:

Raph was sleeping when his mark appeared. Pink tulips laid on the space between his neck and shoulder right out his line sight, ensuring his family saw it before he did.

Raph never expected to get a soulmate.

And he never expected that he'd have such precious little time with her.

Chapter Count: 1/?

Word Count: 2,094

Part 2/4 of the TMNT 2012 Turtles x Reader (Soulmark Countdown AU) series.

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[x--ghost--x]

Hi, can i request HC platonic little sister (female reader she/her), who wants to make her 4 brothers happy?

Like she knows mikey wanted that famous rare cooking book that got sold out years ago and she comes up to him saying " hey mikey, close your eyes and give me your hands, i swear it's not a prank! " and when she gives him he gets so shocked he almost cry and scream of joy at the same time.

She do the same with her 3 older brothers because she loves going so far to make them happy.

( in case you couldn't find a thing that may make the brothers so happy may i suggest; a poster of leo with lou outfit back when he was fighting in BNC, for Donnie a rare computer chip, and for raph she sew a ghost bear - she hates him btw - teddy bear big size for raph).

If this request is too much then please feel free to ignore/delete it.

Okay that's honestly so cute, I love that idea ♡

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Little presents

• you never thought you'll find yourself considering four mutant turtles your older siblings

• but it did happened somehow

• and you were really grateful for that

• there wasn't any boring moment with them, always having some sort of fun activity going on like Mikey teaching you how to cook, Leo showing you his favorite Lou Jitsu scenes or doing tricks with his blue portals that you had no idea how they worked, Donnie explaining to you how he build his inventions even tho you didn't understand any word he said or Raph showing you the best ways to protect yourself in the dojo

• they cared for you deeply and you cared for them

• that's why you decided to repay them for their kindness, you really wanted to make them happy just like they made you

• it wasn't easy but being a really determined kid you went on a mission to get your brothers some presents (April helped you get some of them because she was a little concerned you could get in trouble doing this all on your own and almost got a heart attack more times she wanted to admit)

• when you achieved your task successfully it was time to deliver the items to each of the turtles

• first on your list was Mikey

• and when I tell you he was extremely happy I mean he was absolutely delighted when you handed him that super rare cooking book that got sold out years ago and no one was printing it anymore

• he definitely picked you up spinning around and giggling saying "thank you" repeatedly with the biggest grin you ever saw

• he did question tho were did you get that and you started to tell him a story about that cool old book shop you found somewhere in a weird alley where cashier looked like a big owl, how she was very nice too and helped you look for this book

• Mikey thought he would pass out because how the hell did you get into the Hidden city- oh, you ran off already

• the next turtle was Leo, who you were able to find doing tricks on a skateboard

• when he saw you he momentarily stopped and asked what's up and why you and Mikey were so loud earlier, he stopped when he saw you handing him something

• he thought he would cry when he realized it was a poster - with him AND Lou Jitsu

• that was, like, the coolest thing ever

• he didn't even asked where did you get that, just thanked you million times and went to the first person he saw (which was Mikey, going to kitchen with his new cooking book) to brag about him being your favorite brother because "have you seen what cool pesent she gave me? none of you got something this awesome-"

• your next stop was a lab, so you knocked in a irregular pattern - a code that Donnie taught you so he knew it was you

• when the doors opened you went straight to the chair he was sitting at, tinkering with things you did not recognize

• not wanting to interrupt him, you slowly slid a little square to him, finally catching Donnie's attention, he lifted his mismatched goggles and examined onject and upon recognising what it was he let out a verbal "gasp!"

• Donnie isn't very good at expressing his gratitude but the excited sparkle in his eyes resured you he really liked that computer chip that he tried to get a grasp on for quiet some time now and even though you may not understand what exactly was so special about it, seeing the turtle so happy was enough to make your efforts on getting it worth

• and speaking of that "I am grateful for this thoughtful gift but, uh, could you enlighten me on how did you get into a possession of something so-"

• you, again, decided to disappear into thin air

• finally, the last one on your list, the oldest big brother, Raph

• finding him was easy, it was the time of the day for his training, so you headed to the dojo, already hearing him from afar

• announcing your arrival, not wanting to accidentally get hit, he greeted you with a smile and pat on the head

• the gift you had for him was probably the only one you did yourself (okay, maybe not entirely by yourself but for the most part that was true) - a Ghost Bear plushie, almost as big agroun

• your heard that he liked him, you not so much after hearing about his evil doings, but if it's what would make your older brother happy then so be it

• maybe for you it was not perfect, in some parts steaches were visible, but for Raph it was indeed perfect and he couldn't dream of a better present, which was clearly indicated by the loud thumping of his tail repeatedly hitting the ground

• "it's really amazing! and it's detailed too, just like you have seen him while sewing!.. wait-"

• let's say, you did end up with you making your brothers extremely happy

• and extremely concerned at the same time

• good luck with explaining where did you get all those gifts ^^

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Hope you liked it!

Have a nice day/night ᕦ( ᐛ )ᕡ

[lildrabbles]

Chapter 1: I got saved

2007! Raphael x Female! Reader

Summary: Just a normal day on the job, but when disaster strikes, a mysterious man comes to the rescue.

Warnings: None, if there are just lemme know!

A/N: GUYS I ACTUALLY FINISHED IT EARLY IM SO HAPPY, also I'm sorry that i made this a female reader, its just a lot easier for me so im sorry if it offends anyone. But I'm so excited with how this turned out but please let me know if there are any mistakes <3 Enjoy your read!!

You woke up on the bedroom floor, you must've rolled off the bed in the middle of the night. You groaned as you shielded the sunlight leaking through your blinds. You untangled your legs from your blanket, and stood up, throwing the blanket on your bed. You stretched and yawned, starting to make your way to the bathroom.

After doing your bathroom duties and getting dressed, you went into the kitchen for some breakfast. You weren't that hungry, so you just grabbed and apple and a water. You put your water in your bag, and started to gather all your work stuff up.

You took a long exhale. "Todays gonna be a good day." You said confidently, and out the door you went to the convience store you worked at. When you arrived you waved to your coworker, Liz.

"Oh hey Y/N," Liz smiled at you as she started to gather up her things You smiled back. "Hey. How are you?"

"Oh you know, the usual. No robberies yet so just fine," she chuckled. You continued a little small talk until it was time for her shift to end. You said your goodbyes and you assumed your position behind the counter.

The day wasn't that busy, a guy tried to shoplift but he was fairly easy to deal with. At about 8:30 pm, when it started to get dark, a man with his hood up came in. He was walking kind of funny, looking like he was a bit sketched out. So you kept your guard up but kept a smile on your face. He walked around for a couple minutes, before walking up to the counter.

"Did you have any purchases today?" You asked warily. The man rubbed the side of nose, sniffing a bit, before lifting his sweater a bit to show a gun sticking out of his jeans.

He smirked up at you and said in a drunken voice, "You know the rodeo right? You give me the money and no one gets in trouble." Your mouth went dry as your heart sank. You had never had a robbery before, Liz had told you about her experience with one but all of her advice suddenly left your mind.

"I-I'll call the police." You warned, your voice wavering from fear. The man groaned and rolled his eyes, quickly taking the gun out from his jeans and pointing it at you. "Listen lady, I don't want to hafta shoot you cuz then I'll get in trouble. So just do as your told!" He shouted.

Your heart started to hammer in your chest as your fingers searched underneath the countertop to find the emergency button. Since this had happened before, they installed a button that would alert the police when it happened again.

When you found the button you hit it three times in panic, before standing up from your stool shakily. "O-okay, no need to shoot.." You turned around and started searching for a bag, trying to stall. The man huffed and threw a bag he had pulled out of his pocket at your back.

You flinched, nodding a little before turning to the cash register. Your fingers fumbled a little, but eventually you pushed a button and started to slowly put money in the bag.

"Come on lady! Hurry it up!" He said in a rush, waving the gun around. "S-sorry!" You glanced out the window, still no sirens. You took a shaky breath, expecting no one to come. As you emptied the entire register, you hesitated before handing the money over the counter. "Okay you have everything, please just go now," You said shaking a bit.

The guy chuckled. "Well I don't want any witnesses do I now?" He said as he pointed the gun at your chest. Your heart jumped to your throat, before someone came crashing through the door and knocked the guy down. You screamed and ducked down under the counter, covering your head.

You could hear them wrestling around a bit, the gun getting knocked out of his hand. After a bit of struggling, you heard one final punch, before the struggle stopped.

"Nighty night, fella." You heard a rough voice with a heavy Manhattan accent say and some more shuffling.

You opened your eyes, and hesitantly stood up to see what was happening. The man (assuming a man from the voice) who had burst in was in a black suit, with a black motorcycle helmet on. And, strangely enough, had what looked like a metal turtle shell on the back of the suit.When he saw you gawking at him, he cleared his throat. "Sorry about the mess. You got any rope?" He said in a gruff voice, putting his hands on his hips.

You stuttered a bit. "U-uh, um w-we have..." You looked around when you spotted a measuring tape. Why it was behind the counter, don't ask.

"W-we have a measuring tape." You picked it up and walked around the counter, handing it to him.

"Thanks, kid." He took it and turned back to the man he had knocked out on the floor.

When he kneeled down to start tying him up, you looked at his hands. You tilted your head a bit. He only had 3 fingers. Why did he only have three fingers? Wait, that was rude, don't ask him that. But why did he have a weird turtle shell on the back of his suit? And why was he the one to save you?

You had so many questions that your mind started to wander and go blank. You snapped back to reality when the feeling of a bag getting shoved into your hands.

"Here. The police will be here any second." As if on que, sirens could be heard getting closer.

You looked back up at him. "Dont be getting robbed again, you hear me?" He said, before he ran out into the street, running across the street into an alleyway, and he was gone into the night. You were still in shock when the police pulled up, a couple officers running inside, one going up to you as the rest go over to the tied up man.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you shook yourself out of your stunned phase, looking up at the officer. "Are you okay? What happened here?" You looked at him for a moment before looking down at the bag full of money in your hands. "I... I got saved."

[myunluckyjourney]

Alright! Hello again! I hope if you can please accept this request of mine; Rottmnt hc of rise leo & little sister reader?

(Platonic) (reader is a mutant ninja turtle like her brothers & also mikey's twin) (her signature color can be pink 🩷)

The plot about reader who admires her older Leonardo, as Mikey admires and favorite Donnie, reader admires leo & spends most of her time with him.

That & how sometimes mikey & reader fight over who's best; leo or Donnie?

Reminds Cas of their OC Venus! Well, she’s teal but… whatever!

Very cool request, bro!

I also drew her and I love her now! :] - Mod Cas

GENERAL HEADCANONS

You and Mikey are the glue of the family

And, unlike with Leo and Donnie, you guys are ACTUAL twins. Same species and stuff. Which technically makes you the only full siblings? Funky

You’re not identical twins though, in fact, you have (e/c) eyes while he has brown and blue or your eyes are just a different shade

And just like Mikey, you are absolutely ADORABLE

Unlike Mikey and your other brothers though, you are SHY AS HELL

Which your brothers do try to help you with but Leo is the most charismatic and outgoing one so he naturally tended to teach you more about that stuff

Which is why you two are closer :]

Your brothers are MUCH more protective over you than they are of Mikey

You are secretly better at manipulating people than your brothers are and no one suspects you are the dangerous one considering how sweet and shy you are!

^ It’s always the quiet ones istg…

Your weapon is the bow, otherwise known as the Yumi! And you are FRIGHTENINGLY good at shooting - honestly, intimidates the hell out of anyone that sees it

LEO HEADCANONS

Since you admire him so much you try to spend most of your time near him, trailing after him or always joining his Team if you guys have to split up.

You tend to, as he says, “stalk him”. Really, you just kinda trail behind him like a lost puppy.

You are literally his favorite sibling now

And you seem to be the only one to see through the arrogant façade which terrifies him

But… a part of him likes that you can see through the mask

Probably one of the few ones who genuinely laugh or giggle at his jokes and puns, often trying to make some yourself. You even research puns and jokes so you can be like him

“People love my one-liners! They always fire up the team!”

^ You being the only one that nods along to it

Once in a while your dear twin and you get into a little banter on who is the better one from the disaster twins. You of course being Team Leo and Mikey Team Donnie.

It often stays as little Nu-uhs and Yuh-uhs but can break off into full blown arguments

“LEO’S THE FUNNIEST!”

“NO, DONNIE’S THE FUNNIEST!”

●"AT LEAST LEO DOESN'T CALL HIMSELF A "BAD BOY" !"

●"WELL AT LEAST DONNIE USES HIS BRAIN AND DOESN'T JUST RELY ON HIS LOOKS!"

*Insert offended gasp of Leo-*

Raph, much to his disappointment, is usually forced to pick who’s right

Leave my boi alone :’)

He tired of your shit :’)

“FINE THEN! I’M TAKING (Y/N) AND LEAVING! Come on, sweetie.”

“... That’s enough Monopoly for today…”

You’re accidentally each other’s wingmen? Like, Leo’s doing it on purpose for you, but you’re accidentally his wingman by him just being sweet to you and that causes the other person to fall for him?

[prettypetals-900]

That shit hurt.

Pairing: (2003) Raphael x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence, a bit of blood, cursing, friends to lovers, Raph is stubborn.

Raphael is walking the rooftops of buildings around NY, cooling off from the latest fight with his older brother. Before hearing the distressing cry of someone. Curious he goes to see what or who it is…

The city was bustling with noises, lively no matter what time of day or night it was. From the rooftop Raph was in he heard all of it. The cars honking, the occasional pedestrian walking talking loudly on the phone, construction down the road. Though none of these sounds that usually calmed him down helped him.

His heart was pumping loudly in his chest. The excess blood pumping clogging his ears, hearing nothing but his own loud thoughts. His breathing frantic as though he ran a mile. Raphael was pissed. Though he usually is pissed this one argument stuck out to him like a thorn to a rose. “Stupid fuckin Leo and his stupid fuckin..”

Mumbling to himself he looked almost crazy. Talking as though anyone can hear him. He tried breathing, looking out to the city counting to 10. He thought it was fucking stupid but Donnie said it was the best way to relax. “One, two, three…” mumbling to himself some more till he finally made it to 10.

It did nothing but it helped cleared his mind, finally being able to hear the busy city below. And a soft cry? Raph looked around confused. He thought he was alone, this building been abandoned for years. He quietly crept towards the noise as the sniffling and sobs continued.

Using his ninja skills he skillfully made it towards the hunched shadow without being spotted. It’s shoulders shook violently as it’s back faced him. Raph seemed confused, not knowing what to do about this certain emotion. He slowly walked closer till he can practically feel their heat radiating off them.

He had no idea why he did what he did next, but it felt almost instinctively. Reaching his hand out his three fingers slowly came into contact with the shaking shoulders. “S‘cuse me ma’am? You alri-“. What he didn’t expect was the absolute shit punched out of him.

He should’ve seen it coming though, fists connecting right into his snout. Though it was a strong punch that shit hurt like hell. He groaned taking a few steps back. “What the fuck? Shit..” he held his snout which surely looks to be bleeding.

“Don’t touch me! Who are you?!” She turned around and Raph was stunned. She was drop dead gorgeous. Sure her mascara was running as she held up a defensive pose threatening to crack him right in the nuts. But Raph couldn’t rip his eyes off her. “Are you deaf? Who the fuck are you?!”

Raph still hidden in the shadows rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Your one to talk. You just decked me and askin me who I am? Who are you?” She quickly rebutted “I asked you first!” Raph let out a breath. “Names Raph.” She seemed bewildered, this person got a name and he just told it to her? He chuckled a bit at her reaction. “Aint’cha finna tell me yours?”

She blinked before responding quietly “Y/N” He smirked but stretching his skin burned. “Well Y/N you got a good left hook on ya I’ll give ya that.” She smiled a teensy bit before it faded quickly. “I’m sorry I thought you were up here to do you know…” she said sliding her finger across her throat, tongue sticking out comically.

Raph chuckled louder this time. “Oh ya sure. Some murderer would ask if your alright?” She grinned slightly embarrassed. Though she couldn’t see him, he sounded genuine enough to her. “I’m sorry. C’mere let me see the damage.” Raphs grin slowly went away. “Don’t think that would be a good idea”

She seemed taken aback. “Okay now that is giving me serious killer vibes.” She slowly raised her arms up again. He rolled his eyes. “No, I just ah I look different.” She arched her brow as if he said the stupidest thing. “I decked you in your nose the least I can do is check up on ya. C’mere I’m sure you look fine.”

The way she said it as though she she had no care in the world made Raphael’s heart did a little leap in his chest. “Ya sure? I ain’t like any other you’ve se-“ “Would you just be quiet or I’ll leave you here.” Her face upturned and irritated. He laughed before clearing his throat and slowly coming out of the shadows. She slowly backed up as the figure came closer.

This was no person. He was green and has a red mask and a sort of sharp weapon attached to him. She slowly backed away as he came a little too close for comfort. He sneered “ya happy princess?” She took a look at him once more before taking a deep breath. “Sit.” Raph raised a brow bone. “Wha-“ “I said sit don’t make me change my mind.”

He raised his hands in mock defense before sitting. She came closer hesitating to reach his face before going for it. She gripped his cheeks softly, examining the bruise and blood dripping from his snout. Though he could care less about that. The only thing he cared was how fearless she was, also demanding.

“I’ve had worse ya ain’t gotta check me like that.” Raph said though she sneered at him before pressing softly on his skin. She looked directly to his eyes and he’s never seen something so beautiful. “I’m so sorry Raph…” her eyes sympathetic.

He blushed a bit before coughing putting on a brave face as she touched a sore spot. She grabbed a tissue from her pocket before patting his snout gently. Cleaning any trace of blood. “There ya go, you had your fun. Now you gonna tell me your name princess? Or are you still gonna leave me guessing here?”

She blushed a bit before taking a few steps back. He misses her hands on him. “Ight jackass. The names Y/N. Ya happy?” Y/N, an absolute beautiful name for someone like her Raphael thought. It got a bit quit as she choose to sit next to him. Close enough to where he feels heat radiate off him but not enough to touch him again.

“Why was ya crying here anyway princess? If ya don’t mind me asking?” She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Told you my name yet your still calling me princess. That’s really cute.” They both blushed a bit without look at eachother. It was silent a little more before Y/N sighed.

She folded her arms on her raised knees before looking at a helicopter flying by. “Just had a really long ass day. That’s all.” Raph nodded understanding completely. “How bout you?” Raph smiled gently before going back to stoic remembering why he was mad and up here the first place.

“Had a long day as well. Can’t have it all I guess.” Though she wanted him to continue talking she didn’t pry, it wasn’t really her place anyways. Though understandable about his seemingly frustrated mood. They say there and continued to talk. Bout anything that came up.

She learned he had 3 other brothers and a father, learning their names. Master Splinter, Leonardo, Donatello, and Michelangelo. She also learned that Raph was short for Raphael. She chuckled; “Your father must’ve really been into renaissance painters.”

He rolled his eyes as he playfully bumped her shoulder. Though they just met that very night it seemed as though they known each other for years. And though Y/N never expressed it, she felt the same way as well.

They talked well into the night before Raph heard his shell phone go off. Leo was calling, probably wondering where he was at. Y/N assumed it was his family and she felt disappointed. She enjoyed her conversation with him. He grumbled before sighing.

“I gotta go the fam gettin worried on where the hell I am.” She nodded. They both stood up and faced each other. She huffed before speaking “Goodbye Raphael it was a real pleasure meeting you.” Raph surprised at her formality chuckled. “Yea you too princess.”

She smiled softly before her eyes brightened with an idea. Grabbing the buzzing shell phone from his hand she started to type something out. “Hey what’cha do-“ She have it back quickly and he looked to see her contact name with a green turtle emoji beside it.

“There ya go, text me when we you want it’s nice to meet new people in the big city.” He couldn’t help the tightness in his chest as he slid his phone back in his belt. “Sure thing sweetheart, just gotta see if I’m free on my schedule…” she punched him lightly mumbling jackass as he cackled.

They said their final goodbyes before he started to jump off the roof and on to the next one. Watching his disappearing figure Y/N couldn’t help but smile. She couldn’t wait till the next time they meet again.

Y/N didn’t know this but as Raphael jumped from roof to roof he had the biggest smile etched on his face. Though he felt the burning sensation from his tender skin he still couldn’t wipe that stupid smile off.

“Till next time princess…”

Hope y’all enjoyed my first writing piece. Feedback and ideas are heavily encouraged! Thank you for reading, till next time MUAH!🤍🌻

[tooti-fruiti]

RED IS MY FAVORITE COLOR [CHAPTER ONE]

The Vigilantes

You were picking up April from work to get some food with her.

As you were driving down the road, she was talking about the vigilante again.

"I just need another incident to happen so the vigilante will show up and then I'll interview them and I'll finally become a reporter like I've always dreamed of becoming and-!"

"Easy April." You laughed as you stopped in the road due to traffic.

But suddenly, people started running down the street in a panic.

"What the hell?"

"This is what I was talking about (Y/n)!" She said as she opened the car door.

"April?!"

She ran towards the people and tries to ask them why they were running.

You sighed and parked on the other side of the road to go and follow April.

You saw her running down some stairs to take a train which people were running out of.

"Damnit April!" You cursed as you followed her down.

When you finally caught up with her, she was peering over the wall.

"What are you doing?!" You whispered.

"Trying to get pictures!"

But before you could say anything, a ninja appeared behind you and pointed guns at both of us.

A member of the foot clan.

"Walk, now!" He yelled.

You and April shared a look before doing as you were told.

Other ninjas came out of the darkness and held onto you, then threw you both down with a large group of hostages.

The leader of this small group, a woman, kept pacing around.

"We know you are there!" She yelled.

"If you do not come out, we will kill everyone here!"

She must be talking about the vigilante.

As you were watching her pace around, you failed to notice April trying to take more pictures.

That was until you heard her camera click.

You turned to her and gave her a death stare.

The woman also heard the click and walked over to her.

Then she looked around. "If you don't come out now, we'll kill this girl first!"

She waited for a few seconds before raising her sword.

But before she could lower it, you all heard a train coming and the lights suddenly blew out.

The leader looked around nervously as you all heard cheering coming from one of the tunnels.

In a blur, four large shadows came and started fighting against the foot clan.

"There's not one vigilante, there's four of them!" April whispered to you.

After the fighting was over, the vigilantes disappeared into the shadows.

Right as they disappeared, the police came rushing down the stairs with flashlights.

As the police were making sure no one was hurt, April noticed the way the vigilantes left and dragged you out of the train station with her, planning to follow them.

[Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day]

<-Prologue

[kitchenlittle]

“Playing with Pens” Human TMNT Donnie x BFF! Fem! Reader 🍋‍🟩

Warnings/ Mentions: Wrestling/Restraining, mutual attraction, suggestive language and situations, Black-coded reader, slight injury, illuding to sex, dry humping, hairpulling, mention of bodily fluids, masturbation, erections, and pizza.... (I've always imagined human Donnie as black, looking like the model above but with shoulder length dreads and glasses if anyone is confused)

Pen on paper gets annoying after a while. That disgusting sound that the pen's tip scrubbing itself across the page was somehow akin to the sounds of an overworked keyboard. That 'Tap', 'Tap' 'TAP'. Especially when it would get low on ink and the tapping would get worse.  The loud thunks on the desk as the extra liquid was coaxed to tip and onto the page. Dotting its way onto the edge of your last nerve. Not to mention the following loud cursing as your assailant would lose his concentration as he fiddled with an equation. No amount of hitting would get that old ass pen to ink any faster and yet this ‘genius’ never seemed to get it. Though there was some hope for your sanity. Sometimes he’d give up and just get a new one. You were thankful for those rare moments of silence, when you could just watch him take a second to breathe. It was all short lived because then your friend would raid the poor, old desk for the nearest utensil filled cup and get right back to helping you lose your mind like clockwork. 

He’d continue his assault on your poor ears with another somehow even more maddening scrawling with a smooth pen. He’d whisper to himself. Softly discussing incantations filled with numbers and formulas, theories, and worse all the weird nicknames he’d give his tools and inventions. Occasionally acknowledging your presence with an expected glare and a little conversation.

It had to fucking stop, how else were you going do nothing for hours if he was damn near trying to win a competition for the world's most annoying best friend with a ratty notebook. Without another thought your body reacted. Tape-tethered glasses were clasped in your delicate grip instantly, ripping them away from the bridge of his nose. His expression contorted from a shock to a frown in an instant, followed quickly by swift disappointment. 

He slammed the pen onto the previously abused paper in a huff. “Stop playing and give them back.” From his tone, you can tell he was very unimpressed but not trying to lose his cool...yet.

He was obviously not ready nor in the mood to play any of your games. If it wasn’t already evident from the fact that his brow was twitching because he was surely going to verbally assault you if you didn't give in and give him his glasses. His eyes were still scanning over the equations in front of him once more despite his annoyance. Of course, you had to choke in a laugh his face was practically trying to fuse with the paper with how close he needed to be to read them. The skin out his nose wrinkled as he sighed. 

“I was on the edge of a breakthrough” His brown pupils bore into your own, a mixture of pleading and anger swirled in their dilation. 

You rolled your eyes. Both of you knew he barely made mistakes and could do it later so he was just being extra for the sake of it.  “Your pen is loud as hell. You can’t use your dry-erase board for all this?” 

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. He leaned back in his busted-up chair. Stretching his long limbs as he reached behind his monitor to grasp the board in question. He studied you as his sock feet dragged the rickety wheels across the room towards you.

He tilted his head dramatically while squinting dramatically. “Does this look big enough to all do this on?” He pointed to his decryped spiral notebook. 

You raised your eyebrows and did a head tilt of your own. Still, you guarded his glasses in your palms, ready to fight him to protect your ‘delicate’ hearing.  “That notebook doesn't even look healthy enough to write on in the first place. Just use the damn board. 'Shit looks like it got stage four cancer anyway.”

His expression was totally displeased. Years of friendship between you two have provided him a completely broken sense of humor and his overactive imagination drummed up a crude illustration of his familiar notebook in a cartoon style with a thermometer in its mouth and ice pack. Looking at the ceiling was the only thing saving him from collapsing into shambles just then. 

“Shut the fuck up and gimme back my glasses. You know I can barely see shit without them. I need to get back to work. Last time I checked no one is forcing you to be in here anyway!” He pushed his dreadlocks out his face, slipping an elastic band off his wrist to throw them into a ponytail as his normal violet durag was likely discarded somewhere in the mounds of blankets on his bed. The one you are residing on. 

For a second you were thankful not to have pale skin as he’d see your embarrassment from a mile away. You’d seen Donnie without his glasses in the past, but you never paid his face much attention since it always accompanied by his sleeping form or a slight face injury. But then again, he was also never this close either.

You were a bit trapped on this edge of his bed as he had rolled himself close enough to pin your legs to the side of the mattress with his own, purposefully of course. His hands further pinning your thighs to stop you from escaping his hold. If he were any closer, you’d be hovering directly over his face. He sat just below you. Unsuprising as he would be eye level if his bed wasn't so high off the ground, with him being 6'2 it was needed. His normally titled eyes wided a bit more than normal to grimace at you. He ran his tongue over lips to unconsciously moisten them. That alone nearly had you cave. Lord, his skin, you’d kill a man to have the clearness and velvet shine that his face flaunted. When did he get so pretty? Even his lashes were gorgeous, long and moist as they rested briefly when he blinked. The light made his dark brown eyes look like reflections of the night sky were trapped in them. And his sweet voice...like a violin dipped in honey, a real dangerous combination with that Harlem accent. He'd do better as a super model if he weren't invested in his make-shift lab. Did you want to give them back? You were frozen.

“So you just gonna sit there and looked stupid with my expensive glasses in your hand?” He followed up his corny roast with a chuckle. The gap in his teeth contrasted his dark features so much, it almost made him look enteral. Little did you know the feeling was mutual, he only laughed to distract himself from staring at your lips for too long. 

He honestly hated insulting you but that was his brain's natural response to any confusing emotion. A nasty habit he picked up from being raised with rowdy brothers.  

That ‘look stupid’ tore you out of your trance quick. You scowled at him and your grip on his poor glasses got tighter. He wasn't that pretty! Obscenities flew through your brain as you turned around on his comforter to crawl off with them. Stupid aye? Oh, you're about to show him stupid. He would undoubtedly get them back soon enough and you weren't meant to mistreat them, but he wasn't getting these Malcolm X- headass glasses back without a fight. 

You were off and if years of martial arts training taught Donnie anything it was to constantly keep your eye on your opponent. Before your untrained limbs could even crawl off the edge of the bed near the door's entrance, a sharp pain crept up your ankle and skin as the wood off that dreaded staff was scooped under your torso and under your lower half in an instant. With one hand clasped around his oculars and the other being supported by your legs the minute the staff completed its journey under your legs and feet, your face planted hard into the mattress. The last thing you saw was a mass of purple before it all went dark. 

You heard laughing as the surface underneath you dipped underneath his weight. He was crawling up the bed. Your foot jotted out backwards to kick his leg but it ended up a bit too high and you kicked him in the groin instead. If you had learned anything over the years then the fact that when you ever played fought with any of the guys, hitting them somewhere that hurt made them more aggressive. A loud almost pornographic groan filled your alert ears as a large hand pulled your leg back and towards him. The staff came down and hard on your wrist they were holding the glasses just barely missing the lense. It didn't hurt that bad but it stung like a bitch. Still, you weren't backing down.

He was well aware you didn't mean to kick him there but the aching pain almost made him see red. After slapping your wrist he kinda hopped you drop them but you both knew if those glasses made contact with that wood floor they would cease to exist. Truly, he needed to get new ones but he gave up on trading in the old ones as his neurodivergent mind would never allow it, too many memories in those specs. That's probably why he was so ready to play rough with you to get them back. Well….that and to make his best friend beg for mercy. He always got his way somehow anyway, so why not see how he’d get it this time.

He slid his Bo in front of your clavicle and pulled backward to further knock the wind out of you. Forcing your head out of his sheets you were pulled back to face the ceiling, He took a swift arm under your back and down pineed your non offending arm to behind you. Seething, he pinned your wrist there and straddled yours directly to trap them underneath him so you didn't try anything funny again. 4/5ths of your body was underneath him. You hate how fucking tall he was because he could do this with easier access to your weak points and he was too heavy to simply push off. 

“Stop being so damn stubborn and give them back. NOW. ” he snarled at you but despite all odds, he was having a bit of fun. He'd never actually hurt you and he knew you'd never betray him by purposefully breaking his glasses. But, he knew you and that you were petty enough to hide them or give them to one of his brothers to further this little game. No pencil was so damn loud that getting hit in the wrist and pinned down like an animal was worth it. 

You let out a needy whine in response. If he weren't so focused he would realize how terrible the scene would have looked if someone walked in. You outstretched your petty hand and still wanted to create distance between him and the glasses. With a wicked mind, you had clocked that both his hands were occupied forcing you down. You still had the upper hand. 

“You’d have to let go of that dumbass stick or let go of my hand to get them. You not that quick”

You were right. He was skilled but not gifted in speed, which was Mikey’s forte. He would've swiped these glasses in a second, no need for the theatrics. He almost wished he was here to help. Strategy was more his game. His heart rate was picking up as he weighed the choices. He could feel your pulse doing the same on his thumb. A choice had to be made now or else this would never end. 

You smirked, both choices were terrible. If he let go of the staff, you'd let him have the glasses, but you'd immediately move to flip the both of you over until you got the upper hand. And if he let go of your wrist you just hit him and push him off to start the struggle for them all over again. You weren't a super skilled fighter, but you picked up a few dirty tricks over the years from hanging out with his family. Even he'd have to be impressed at this point with the amount of (questionable) wins against his brothers in the past. ‘Borrowing’ Leo’s Manga, snatching up the last slice meant for Mikey, scaring Ralph while he was doing reps, the works. You proved proficient when came to getting out of trouble and like him you'd win by any means.

He nodded, accessing the situation a little closer. Looking down at your pinned form. The show of exposed skin almost ripped him out of his thoughts, until something caught his attention. Black braids that lay perfectly on your backside. Bingo. Your braids were freshly done and likely still a bit sore. Perhaps you'd be more susceptible to giving up if say….they were pulled? He let go of the staff with a thud, letting you silently celebrate before reaching for the glasses and your hair. After he let your wrist go to, he forced his hips forward to get more reach. He wrapped the perfectly laid hair around his knuckles twice and gave them a slight pull before letting his other hand chase the eyewear. 

You yelled out, closing your eyes to soothe yourself through the seething pain forced your head to tilt back. The vice grip you had loosened significantly, and he was able to snatch them away. Much to your dismay they slipped out like your hands were made of oil. He didn't miss the way your shiny lips made an ‘oh’ in shape in protest along with the way your hips pushed back on him.

He slid his glasses back on. A familiar snug on the bridge of his nose solidified his victory. He wasn’t totally blind without them, hence why he was still able to fight with ease to get them back, but without them his vision was pretty far-sighted. There was no way he’d be able to finish anything that required writing if didn’t have them on, the blur was too much of a distraction. Maybe that’s why he was surprised to acknowledge a well-known pulse in his abdomen, ignored the fact that his hips were firmly planted against your ass, and damn near buried in your covered heat. Or the fact that your skirt had risen up quite a bit, completely putting your slick-covered panties on full display. Giving his bulge comfortable spot to rest against. He stared down at himself, the pulse starting to ache like he had gotten punched in the gut. A stark contrast to the jolt of sweet electricity hit his senses as you pushed back against him to struggle once more. He threw his head back momentarily as he dropped his staff. Everything in him was screaming to hold your hips against him and force you to speed up until you were begging. He carefully blew out a shaky sigh as a sweat built on his fingertips. He retracted his hips slightly to not alert you to the situation, nowhere did you indicate that you had noticed. There on the creased seat of his pants was a damp dark spot. His lowered gaze trained a bit higher to see an even larger offending patch on your underwear. Somehow, seemingly going unnoticed by you.

“Okay you got your glasses, you can let go now~ Fuck… please Donnie” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you caught your breath. With the cold air attacking your lower back you were ready to huddle up in a blanket and some pizza downstairs. 

Donnie was panicking. Another jolt, this time more blissfully painful than the last. Why did you have to say it like that? He was so close to the object of years of his affection. How often had he been in this same position, except alone at night? He had been trying to ignore the fact that he liked you for so long. Throwing out excuses like ‘he just liked your perfume’, ‘You were a girl so his body was just reacting naturally’, ‘Of course he thought you were pretty, everyone did’… 'maybe he should pin you down during training a little longer…to scare you…not to be close to you'. Who the fuck was he kidding? He almost tore apart his lab a few days ago after Mikey drunkenly kissed your cheek during game night. 

He choked up, feeling his cock twitch as he completely forced his hips away from the warmth of your body. Grappling a pillow stealthily, he pushed it into his lap and sat in his lab chair to quickly face away from you. His body's rising temperature was already warning him he’d pay for that later. How could you be so casual about this? There’s no way you didn’t feel him mashing into your folds a few seconds ago. 

Unbothered, you hummed a weird song as you pulled yourself off his covers. Panties still flashing your favorite nerd as the bend of your spine sent him into cardiac arrest. Pulling down your skirt nonchalantly you flipped onto your back and bounced off his bed towards him. 

You would have thought a blizzard was materializing in front of him with the hairs of his neck standing at attention. The bed head wasn't helping either, nor was the smeared gloss on your lips and face.

“Donnie, come on, let's go downstairs and get some food. Maybe I can handle your writing habits with a full stomach” You raised an eyebrow at him. He was acting all twitchy and weird again. 

“C-can you give me a minute?” He was looking down at the floor now, white-knuckling the pillow at this point. It wasn’t helping, the plushness pressing down on his tip with the added moisture was only mimicking the feeling of your hips. If he wasn’t careful at this point he’d give in.

You caught up to the hesitation in his voice but read it as anger. The muscles in your race shifted into a frown. You didn’t give him another peep and slid off the bed to the door. Was he really that mad over the glasses? Giving him another look before you closed the door, the expression on his face unmistakable, frustration. Pouting you quickly padded down the spiral stairs, much to his chagrin. Leo’s voice soon called out. 

“Oh, hey y/n! Here, get a slice of pizza before Mikey takes it all!”

Donnie broke out in a cold sweat as an exhale forced its way out now that you were out of the picture. He peeled the pillow off his lap. Staring at the culprit of his panic. Breathing became harder as a trembling hand pushed his dreads off his face. Blurry vision or not he knew the drill. Slouching against the tattered fabric of his chair he slid the offending hand under the black waistband. The hair trailed down his stomach scratching him slightly as he gripped the base. Hissing as it drew out some of his frustration. It dawned on him as he replayed all the events.

……. Extra scene:

Your eyes scanned the room past the arguing brothers of your best friend. He still hadn't come out. Was he actually upset? A hollow urge boiled in your stomach as you thought over what happened. He still kicked you out of his room, you were sure he'd make a move this time. Dread washed over, maybe you had made him uncomfortable? Looking up again you were forced to register that he still hadn't left. It had over 30 minutes now. Solemly, you finished the crust on the pizza and threw your grease-stained napkin in the trash. The boys had detected your mood and scattered to leave the room so as not to further agitate you. Then while you washed your hands, familiar footsteps craned downstairs. With an excited glare, you were sad to discover that he wouldn't meet your gaze. Soon your vision retreated back to the soapy sink.

He simply walked past you. Grabbing a cold slice out of the fridge along with an energy drink. One that you were sure he didn't like. Soon it was;s thin metal in your palm. Before you could question him he had already used his long legs to stride back up the steps at a steady pace. You turned it around only to be met with a sticky note, scrawled on that same inky chicken scratch of his. Ugly, but not illegible, you read its message quietly.

'You did that shit on purpose'

You froze, staring at his figure as he nonchalantly held his door open, peering at you with his famous unamused poker face, normally only reserved for when he found something to be difficult. The damaged paper was sheer enough to allude to more letters on the opposite side, so you flipped it.

'Let's talk about it upstairs. I don't want everyone to know our business'.

Too late for that though, his noisy brothers were quickly accessing the vibes and debating if they should haze Donnie over it once you left. The floor could have swallowed you whole in that moment and you would thank it. Hesitate, your eyes met. He was trying to act tough, but you could tell he was nervous his fiddling of the doorknob. He rolled his eyes and held back a grin when a smile tugged your mouth at his cute antics.

"Hurry up! You play too fucking much!"

Note: I know this fanfic is random. I decided to post finished fics with black readers in mind for black history month. Plus, I haven't posted in a while due to getting ready to graduate college soon. Hope y'all enjoy! Let me know if you want the other brothers too. I'm working on Mikey now.

[rose-riot-johnson]

Alongside Himiko Toga (My Hero Academia), Rumi Usagiyama (aka, Mirko), and Kurama (Human name, Shuichi Minamino) (Yu Hakusho) for the 6th, 7th, 8th, and 9th place (in a 4 way) tie according to the poll I originally posted:

Raphael, from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Any Version)

Raphael is definitely one of those characters I have been thinking about writing about for a long time, since after I started on writing and posting fanfics atleast a couple years ago🐢So today I plan to make writing about him a reality🐢 Since every1 does have their own preferences about which Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series they like best, I will let the reader decide to their imagination which version of Raphael (and/or anything pertaining to any version of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series, regardless if it's movie and/or show and/or cartoon version) is in this fic (this gif of Raph is just something I picked out😅)🐢 I just figured it would be more fun for the reader to imagine which version of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series they think of while reading this fanfic with Raphael in it🐢🐢🐢🐢

Seeing Raphael's Caring Side ((Adult) Raphael (aka, Raph) (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Any Version)) x Female Reader)

Genres: Head Cannon(?), Comfort, Fluff (Warning ⚠️: One of the paragraphs and/or parts of this fanfic mentions harassment)

*When Raphael (Leonardo, Donatello, and Michaelangelo) first meet you, he will be surprised that you're not frightened of him (nor the other turtles). However, Raphael did end up taking a liking to you in first sight. The thing is he doesn't want the other turtles to find out. You can't blame him, because there's a chance the other turtles could tease him about you, if they find out right away.

*After a couple months passed by, Raphael decided to confess that he has a crush on you. To his surprise, it turned out you take a liking to him as well. He madesure that none of the other turtles (Leonardo, Donatello, and Michaelangelo), to find out obviously. Or so he thought. Leonardo, Donatello, and Michaelangelo, madesure to watch Raph's every move due to the fact that they have their suspicions that Raph wanted to confess to you.

*Raph maybe a tough guy during his training, missions (especially with the other turtles), working out, and other stuff he does (depending on the series the reader enjoys watching and/or to the reader's imagination), he's also secretly a big softie when it comes to you and he makesure no one else (Leonardo, Donatello, and Michaelangelo included). While he's an affectionate guy, because he's low-key a hugger, a cuddler, and a kisser when it comes to his relationships, he's also okay regardless if you feel like hugging, kissing, and cuddling, or not. He prefers not to overstep your boundaries and he's willing to accept you for who you are.

*If he notices anyone harrass you, including stalkers, he will makesure to they wish they never did and teach them not to harrass you anymore. It gets under his skin when he finds out in anyway, if anyone was to harrass you, no matter how they harrass you. He wants what it's best for you, especially when it comes to your safety and self-esteem. He will even makesure to find anyway possible to make them stop harassing you, even if he has to do so without you knowing it.

*When you're having a bad day and/or depressed and/or sad and/or having any other problems that can be solved through comfort, well then Raphael is definitely is definitely someone who will comfort you the best as he is able to. Being a softie isn't the only thing that he shows to you, however he also will comfort you, regardless if its work or at home or family issues, he will still do his best to comfort you and try to cheer you up. You're his pride and joy, so he wants to make you happy, while also making sure that you are happy, as well.

*Everytime you decide on spending atleast one night with Raphael, he always looks forward to it. He does look forward to seeing you generally and he enjoys hanging out with you, however it's not often you spend the night with him, which is one of these occasions that gets him really, low-key, excited. So, he always surprises you with something everytime you do show up to spend atleast one night with him, which everytime he surprises you with something, you actually appreciate what he does for you and you actually find it romantic that he does different surprises everytime you spend atleast one night at his place.

The End

I will admit, working on this fanfic with Raphael, was (and is) definitely fun working on🐢😃👍 So, no matter which version of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series you enjoy best, I still hope you enjoy this fanfic of Raphael🐢 Despite of the gif I used of Raphael (2003 version) in this post for this fanfic, it's still up to the reader's imagination which version of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Raphael alike due to every fan of any of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series having different preferences which Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series they like and/or having a favorite Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series (show, cartoon, and movie versions alike)🐢🐢🐢🐢😁👍

*Note: When I was little, my first time seeing anything of any Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series was watching the 80's version of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series episode where it pertains the Turtles having to chase a bunny, if I remember correctly🐰🐢🐢🐢🐢

[hotheadedhero]

Think You're Cute

'Like 'em Big Series'

AN: I have so many stories to write but I had to do this. Blaming being sick, m'kay? Fever has got me bad and these meds got me loopy. Thinking we need some good, silly fun in our lives, right? Plus, now that I've watched Rise, I'm hungry for some big Raph appreciation. I know I ain't the only one

Part 2

All characters are aged up

Raphael x Reader

Warnings: near peril, easily smitten, possible errors due to fever (what kind of fever is up for deliberation🥴)

Cutting right to the chase. You like big dudes. That doesn't necessarily mean muscles, either. You just love you a big man - someone with a bit of something-something to them. More to love, you know? Given your track record with the greater world, it shouldn't be all that much of a mystery. Cats? Get yourself a tiger that you can cuddle into. Jumpers? Comfort central, baby. Beds? If you can't spread eagle then you see no point. The old-age saying does declare that the bigger the better, so who are you to disagree? How true that is may be up for debate but it’s merely as simple as understanding what your preferences are.

However, this makes dating a difficult ballpark to play in. No matter how tall, jacked, or voluptuous someone is, it never feels like enough. Human biology and genetics can only go so far in the conceivably possible sense. You just want to be absolutely engulfed when you get a hug. Is that such a crime? Apparently, it is. Unfortunately, you also seem to come across the worst jerks when you attempt to date within this set of criteria. One might argue it's your karmic justice for being so superficial and picky but a woman has needs. Not those kinds of needs, either. Get your head out of the gutter.

All hope seems lost and after yet again, another failed date, you decide to call it in for the evening and make your way home. A fresh failure and another wonderful outfit gone to waste. By no means is it anything flashy but you put a lot of work into it: pencil skirt, turtle neck sweater, and a nice pair of boots to compliment the look. The whole shebang! All of that effort for nothing. This is the last time you spend three hours doing your hair and makeup. Block after block, your feet grow heavier with every step. What you would give to come across a mountain-like man you can climb who is also a kindred spirit. Perhaps this dream guy will forever be that - a dream. Men like that don't just fall out of the sky.

"Look out!!"

The sudden shout almost scares you into tripping over and you look behind yourself, wishing you hadn’t. Two very large, very dangerous-looking figures entangled in battle, those of which are approaching your helpless little self. You quickly duck as the giants hurdle over you. One falls on its side whilst the other claws and skids against the ground, regaining its balance. It shakes its head and locks onto you, a guttural snarl rumbling past its jowls. Such a creature is surely from the stuff of nightmares. An indescribable nightmare whose sights are set on you. The smart option would be running away but it's as though your shoes have melted into the pavement. Pawing into the tarmac, the beastly thing growls and lunges for you. Great. This is how you die: torn limb from limb by a demon dog. Well, assuming your clothes join you, at least you’ll look like a total babe in the afterlife.

"Oh no ya’ don't," the other one yells from behind the predator, grabbing it by its tail. “Pretty ladies are not food!”

With a mighty tug, he pulls it back and swings it as far away from you as possible. You release a shaky breath, legs trembling beneath you. That was far too close for comfort. The fight isn’t quite over, however. Just as it approaches him, the green goliath swivels on his feet, full 180, and whacks the creature's jaw with a closed fist. His speed alone has you in awe but the force is astounding, practically earth-shattering. It completely knocks the air around you and pushes you onto your backside.

When the dust clears, the first thing you see is your saviour panting, his spiky shell(?) pointed towards you. Just past him in the distance, you notice three more figures in blue, purple, and orange taking a closer look at the unconscious tyrant. You swear one of them pokes at it with a stick. Witnessing strange beings such as this isn't entirely new. Anyone who's watched Chateau Pretenche knows about the celebrity chef turning into a grotesque pigman. To describe it in one word? Horrifying. It's just whether people choose to believe it genuinely happened or if these bizarre entities exist. Being up close and personally observing it now puts your scepticism in check.

As the humanoid turtle calms, he turns to face you, recapturing your attention. A red mask sits over his eyes and there’s a noticeable snaggle tooth poking past his upper lip. Typically, the prerogative is keeping out of sight but it’s much too late for that. He gradually advances towards you. You watch him warily and he keeps his movements slow for that very reason. It wouldn’t be a shock if you were to try and make an escape. He wouldn’t blame you. Currently, all he wants to do is make sure you weren’t hurt during that fiasco provided you don’t suddenly come out of your bewilderment and run off. You have good reason to but he just saved you. Either that or he’s as ravenous as that beast and wants you all to himself. The irrational conclusion remains as such - irrational - when he descends to one knee and outstretches a hand. There’s an irrefutable kindness in his eyes; a caring nature that can’t be replicated in the face of savage brutes.

"You okay?" he asks.

You continue to gawk without a word but, bit by bit, you reach out for his offer. Your fingers lightly trace the centre of his palm before comfortably trusting the proposal. His hand engulfs yours completely and Raph hopes to mercy that you don’t realise how sweaty he’s getting. He can feel his heart beating like crazy. He wonders how much of that is the adrenaline from the fight and how much of it is being in the presence of such a beautiful gal. As he helps you to your feet, he rises to his own. Someone of his stature shouldn’t be capable of being this delicate but he is. It has you running through a loop and you unintentionally stare at the remarkable behemoth.

Quite pathetically, you nod, unable to verbally respond to his question. How can you? You are effectively starstruck. Once you gloss over the turtle-y features, all you see is the sheer size of him as he towers over you. Height, width, the magnitude of those arms! All of it is glorious. You can hear the universe asking, “You want a big man, huh? How about one who isn’t human?” to which you answer, “Who gives a damn?”. If the only way a man can be this big is not to be human, so be it.

Amidst a whisper, your mouth moves on its own, "You're beautiful."

"What?"

"Huh?" Blinking out of your trance, you realise what you’ve said and giggle sheepishly, "I mean, you're be... ba... booming! Totally awesome with the whole- uh... saving thing." Nailed it. 

He blinks right back down at you. This is certainly a first. He can feel his face heating up and he withdraws his hand lest you endure the wrath of his bashfulness, opting to hold the back of his head. At this moment, he seems to look anywhere but you.

"Heh. Gee, thanks." His humility is adorable and you’re glad he doesn’t question your initial statement. He turns to you once more, regaining some composure. "You sure you're okay, though? That thing was pretty scary looking."

It’s clear that you haven’t sustained any physical injuries but even bearing witness to something so unsightly can have lasting effects on one's mind. His brows furrow gently in concern down at you and it occurs to you that there’s a soft heart under all of that shell and muscle. Bonus points. This makes you smile for the first time in front of him and Raphael is sure that the streetlights got brighter.

You laugh fondly, “Yeah, I’m okay. Thank you.” Twiddling your fingers, your lips purse up in his direction.  “Is there any way I can repay you?”

He places his hands on his hips and chuckles cutely, “Just doing my duty, ma’am.”

He may be indulging in his alter ego - the Red Angel of Preventing Harm - but it’s not every day he gets paid thanks when he saves someone. It’s also not every day he gets to save such a pretty woman, either. You, however, can’t just leave it at that. There must be some way in which you can properly thank him. Ulterior motives include getting to know this already loveable lug better but shh. It feels like the odds are finally turning in your favour and you won’t let this slip away from your grasp. That’s when it hits you.

Muttering under your breath, you erratically search through the confines of your little handbag. You are certain that you had one in here somewhere. In the spare pocket maybe? Ah! Found it. Fumbling to take the lid off of your pen, you hold out your hand, gesturing for his. He slowly complies, to which you jot down a series of digits on his palm accompanied by your name and a tiny 'x'. 

"Gimme a text sometime," is the last thing he hears before you disappear around a corner.

Oh? Oh. Ohhh. Wow. Getting your number is the last thing he expected. Did he get hit on the head during that scuffle or something? Was everything from the last few minutes a dream? He bores holes into the writing on his skin, scanning it over and over, scared that it’ll disappear if he so much as blinks. A dumb, wobbly smile not so gracefully decorates his lips as he trudges back to the turtle tank. He takes his seat but it’s obvious that he isn’t all there. Being so caught up in his rose-tinted bubble, he doesn’t register his brothers' voices. In an effort to gain his attention, Michelangelo jumps onto his shoulder, partly intrigued by what their leader is so absorbed by.

"Oh me gosh!” the young brother screams in shrill excitement, “Raph's in love!"

Careful not to smudge the neat ink, he’s quick to hide his hand against his chest. "That's crazy talk!”

Donatello sniffs the air and mockingly covers his nose. "The overwhelming manifestation of your nervous stink indicates otherwise, dear brother."

"I got a girl’s number!” he continues to defend, feeling his face go all kinds of red. “'Course, I'm nervous but that don’t mean I’m in love."

Lies and slander. It was practically love at first sight. He just doesn’t like the idea of his brothers knowing that. It’s easy pickings to be made fun of.

"Don't worry, Big Red. Lucky for you, you got a guy who knows all about the charm." Leonardo points both thumbs at himself as he falls back into his seat and props his legs up on the dashboard. "First, you just need to..."

The "helpful" advice drowns out as the large snapper opens and gazes at his palm again. He just can't comprehend how a gorgeous individual such as yourself could take one look at him and give him your number. It's puzzling but he supposes there’s a first for everything? That also doesn't mean he won't text you. The only thing getting in the way of that is fear. Raphael thinks he’d rather go toe-to-toe with that mutant dog again than have to face the risk of embarrassing himself. To anyone who knows him, it’s no surprise that he caves under pressure. No. He will do it! A chance like this is one in a million.

Oh boy. What could possibly go wrong?

[imababblekat]

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~

[cyanhydrangea]

Cyan Hydrangea's MASTERLIST

My works are all SFW and all reader insert fics uses female pronouns

TMNT x Reader

Bayverse

Unexpected - All Turtles [Headcanons] | Turtles crush has some unexpected skill despite the nature of her personality

Loneliness - All Turtles [Oneshot] | The turtle boys being your friends when you feel lonely

Reader Listens to a Foreign Song - All Turtles [Short Imagine (crack)]

Reader needs an activity - All Turtles [Dialogues]

Gift - Leonardo [Oneshot (fluff)] | You give leo a gift

Bestie! Leo - Leonardo [Short Imagine (angst)]

Leo Loves to See Your Smiles - Leonardo [Oneshot (angst)]

Raph in Love - Raphael [Short Imagine]

Nerd(s) - Donatello [Oneshot] | Donnie thinks you're always avoiding him because he's a nerd

The Programmer's Help - Donatello [Oneshot] | Donnie helps his fellow scientist Reader with his invention

Binary Code - Donatello [Short Imagine]

Smile - Michelangelo [Headcanons] | Mikey tried to make his crush smile

Jealously - Michelangelo [Oneshot (crack)] | Mikey getting jealous over your obsession with your fav fictional character

Mutant Mayhem

The Anime Kid - Donatello [Oneshot] | Donatello finally finds fellow anime enthusiast in school

ROTTMNT

Raph in Love - Raphael [Short Imagine]

Binary Code - Donatello [Short Imagine]

Smile - Michelangelo [Headcanons] | Mikey tried to make his crush smile

Spy × Family

If Yor Forger is somewhat "normal" - TwiYor [Short Imagine]

Haikyuu!! x Reader

Being the smartest student - Hinata Shoyo [Short Imagine]

Call Me By My First Name - Miya Atsumu [Oneshot] | Miya Atsumu wants the girl he's been chasing after to call him by his first name.

Husband! CEO! Sakusa Kiyoomi - Sakusa Kiyoomi [Short Scenario]

Sakusa Kiyoomi with Gardener! Wife - Sakusa Kiyoomi [Short Imagine]

Unconventional - Sakusa Kiyoomi [Oneshot] | The way you propose a friendship with him

Warmth - Sakusa Kiyoomi [Oneshot]

Sakusa Kiyoomi Decided He Will Take Your Hand in Marriage - Sakusa Kiyoomi [Oneshot]

Attack on Titan x Reader

Cleaning Day ft. The Ackerman Family - Levi Ackerman [Short Scenario]

[therand0mwriter]

Different

2014/16 TMNT X Female!reader

Chapter 1 - New Roommate

With moving to New York, you expected weird things to happen. But not mutant turtle ninja weird.

[Unedited]

*3rd Person POV*

It was just like any night in New York, the constant yelling, honking, bright lights, dark alleyways, and four brother vigilantes jumping from rooftop to rooftop. These were no normal beings, they were mutant turtles, which also happened to be ninjas. There was the level-headed leader in blue, Leonardo. Then there was the hot head in red, Raphael. The intelligent one in purple, Donatello. Finally, the playful one in orange, Michaelangelo.

The four brothers were making their way to their only friends place, April O'Neil. It's been a while since they've seen their friend in person, with her getting used to her new job and trying to find a roommate after her previous one left.

They got to the roof of her building, looking around to make sure no one saw them. When seeing no one, Leo gestured down, "Let's go and be quiet!" He had whisper shouted, getting an eye roll from Raph and Mikey. They all started to climb down, stopping at Aprils window. Mikey knocked on the window to get the ravenettes attention, and when she looked up, she saw Mikey and Leo grinning/smiling at her.

She ran to the window and opened it, ushering them in in order to not be seen. One by one, they jumped through the window, Mikey, Leo, Donnie and Raph. "What are you guys doing here?" April smiled. "We wanted to check up on you," Leo said. "Yeah, baby cakes, we haven't seen you in so long!" Mikey added, making April roll her eyes in amusement, "It's only been a week, Mikey." "A week too long," The orange masked turtle wistfully said.

April opened her mouth to speak but instantly shut it when her phone started ringing. She looked at the number and turned her back to the turtles. "Who is it?" Raph questioned, getting an index finger in return, telling them to wait a minute. April answered the phone, "Hello? ... Yes, this is her. ... Oh, hi (Y/N), it's nice to be hearing from you again! ... Really? That's great! ... Yep, that sounds good! I'll see you tomorrow! Bye!"

April hung up and turned back to the turtles in waiting. "Guess who just found a roommate?!" She screamed in excitement, the turtles cheering with her. Mikey paused in his celebration, "Wait, that means we can't come over anymore..." "You'll be fine," Raph gave his brother a noogie, then leaving him to go tell April congratulations.

*Time Skip, 1 Week*

*(Y/N)'s POV*

'Whew... all done!' You happily thought as you looked around your room, having just finished unpacking. April gently knocked on your open door, "How about a celebratory dinner? For officially moving in." "Sounds good! Just let me take a shower," You said, grabbing some clothes and heading to the bathroom.

You turned up your music on your speaker and jumped in the shower.  You started to think about your past week with April. It was... interesting to say the least. You noticed very quickly that something was up with her. Lots of whispers and private/sneaky calls (more than a normal amount a person would have), especially at night. There was one time you came out around two in the morning to get a bottle of water and April had immediately slammed the window shut and closed the curtains, seeming extremely nervous. 'What was she doing and why was she up so late?'

You liked April, don't get it wrong, she was just... weird at times. You shut off the water to the shower and got out, drying yourself off. You then lotioned up, got dressed, dried your hair and styled it and added some light makeup. You exited the bathroom and turned to go to into your room, but quickly turned around to head back into the bathroom to retrieve your, still playing, speaker.

But before you could enter the bathroom, you heard a shout then shushing. 'Does April have someone over?' The curiosity got the better of you and you left your speaker in the bathroom, dirty clothes in hand. You turned the corner to the living room and called out to your new roommate,  "April? Who do you ha-" You froze, breath catching in your throat.

Four tall beings stood in your living room. Skin green and what almost looked to be scales, 3 fingered hands and feet, shells covering their torsos, Japanese weapons adorning their hips or backs, and colored masks covering the top half of their faces.

They also froze, seeing you. "Uh oh..." The one with the orange mask and nunchucks said under his breath.

*Previously*

*3rd Person POV*

(Y/N) had just entered the bathroom, turning on the shower then her speaker. April decided to wait in the living room, scrolling through her phone. About fifteen minutes later, she heard a knock on her window. Her stomach dropped, 'Please let it not be them, please let it not be them!' She chanted through her head as she opened the curtains.

Sure enough, Mikey and Donnie waved at her. She opened the window and planned on staying there to not let them in, but Mikey unintentionally pushed her out of the way, letting himself in, his brothers following. "What are you guys doing here?!" April whisper shouted, constantly looking towards the hallway to make sure (Y/N) wouldn't walk in on them.

"We missed you and wanted to see how you were doing! And to maybe see your new roommate," Mikey shrugged. April pinched the bridge of her nose, "Oh my god... It's been one week! One week! You guys couldn't wait?!" "Sorry April, I tried to talk them out of it." Leo apologized, a sheepish look on his face.

"You haven't told us anything about your roommate! How old is she? What does she look like? Is she hot?" Mikey started shooting off questions, but the last one got him a slap to the back of the head by Raph. Mikey yelped in pain and was immediately shushed by April, Leo and Donnie.

"April? Who do you ha-" A new voice chimed in. Everyone turned to the source and froze. There stood Aprils new roommate, (Y/N), at the entrance of the living room. She also froze at the sight of them, holding onto some clothes. It was silent until Mikey spoke, "Uh oh..."

*(Y/N)'s POV*

"(Y/N)! I didn't hear you get out of the shower... your music is still... playing," April slowly trailed off, watching your expression. You were still silent as you stared at the four green beings in front of you, and they stared at you, most likely waiting to see your reaction.

"She's super hot!" Mikey had 'whispered' to his brothers, causing all three of them to shout his name in a scolding tone. This had snapped you out of your silent trance, "W-What... wha... what?!" Was all you could say. "Okay, I know you're confused and probably scared but I can explain everything!" April started and went to place her hand on your shoulder but you flinched back and held up your hand to her, "Do not touch me. I am not in the mental state to be touched right now." You then pointed to the four beings, "Explain!"

And that she did. She explained how the four beings, the four turtles, were part of her fathers and his former employers experiment, including a rat. She also explained how the lab went up in flames and she let the turtles and rat into the sewers to save them. Ever since then, they've been living in the sewers, learning how to fight, how to become ninjas. A couple months ago, they stopped a man named 'The Shredder' from releasing a dangerous chemical into New York.

"Wait, that was you guys? I read about that," You said, surprised at the information. "Yeah girl! We saved the world!" The orange masked one started, "I'm Mikey by the way, but you can call me anytime!" He winked at you. 'What?' You were genuinely confused, and it must have shown on your face because the red masked one slapped Mikey upside the head. "Quit it, you're making her uncomfortable!" He grumbled.

Then the one in the blue mask stepped forward, "Allow me to introduce ourselves. I'm Leonardo or Leo, whichever you prefer. Michaelangelo already introduced himself," At his name, Mikey turned to you and once again winked at you. "The one next to him in red is Raphael," Said turtle grunted in acknowledgment. "And finally Donatello in purple," You got a meek 'hello' and wave from the turtle in glasses.

Since they introduced themselves your training from a kid kicked in and you introduced yourself also, "My names (Y/N)." The one in blue, Leo, spoke up, "(Y/N)... that's a beautiful name." "Oh," You started, surprised at the sudden compliment, "Thank you." "Hey Leo, back off man," Mikey said, a slight warning to his tone. Leo's response was rolling his eyes.

"(Y/N)," April called out to you, gaining your attention. "You can't tell anyone about them. You have to keep them a secret at all costs. There's dangerous people out there that can and will hurt you to get to them. You have to promise us that you're not going to tell anyone." All five of them, April, Leonardo, Michaelangelo, Donatello and Raphael, they all gave you intense stares, waiting for your response.

You were quiet, thinking about all the new information you learned tonight. And finally, "Okay." All five of them let out sighs of relief. "Alright! Welcome to the club, cutie!" Mikey cheered. "Oh! We have to take her to go see sensei!" He quickly added. "Let's give her time to adjust to us first, Mikey." Donnie said, Leo nodding along with him.

"Well, it gotten late and me and (Y/N) were supposed to go to dinner." April clapped her hands together. "Oh! Why don't we order pizza! As a celebration to new friendship!" Mikey proposed. "C'mon, they don't want to eat with us." Raph grunted, turning to the window. "Actually, pizza sounds great, why don't you stay?" You said, making Raph pause and turn back to you. "What do you guys want?" You gave a small smile.

You got all the turtles orders, including yours and Aprils, and put in a mobile order. "Okay, the order is in. It should be here in less than 30 minutes." You informed, making the boys either cheer or thank you. You went and sat on the couch next to April, prompting Mikey to quickly take the spot next to you on the floor.

"So, (Y/N)," He started with an almost sultry voice, "How old are you?" "Um, I'm eighteen." You answered, slightly surprised at the sudden question. But at the same time you should have expected it by Mikeys eager look towards you. "Really? No way! We're eighteen too!" Said turtle excitedly cheered.

"Wow! You're so young and already moved out, what's the occasion?" Donnie asked, surprise on his face and in his voice. "Oh, I'm going to New York University." You answered. "New York University?! Oh my gosh, that's my favorite school! If I could, I would go!" Donnie gushed. "Well, why don't you do online classes?" You asked, making Donnie pout. "What I want to go there for isn't available for online classes, you have to be there in person. What are you going there for?" He questioned, changing the subject off of him.

"Computer and information science and engineering technology." You replied, making Donnie groan. "I'm so jealous! That's what I want to do!" "Ooo! Cute and smart!" Mikey commented. "Donnie," April started, "You're already way smarter than most, why would you want to go to school?"

"You could always learn something new," You and Donnie said simultaneously, instantly looking at each other with wide eyes. "I guess nerds think alike." Raph grumbled. Donnie rolled his eyes, "Shut up, Raph."

"Donatello," You called out, "If you would like, I can send you the material I'm learning, that way it'll almost be like an online class." Donnie's eyes went wide again, "Really? You'd do that for me?" You nodded and shrugged, "Yeah, I don't mind." The purple masked turtle squealed and shook in excitement, "Yes!"

*Time Skip*

The pizza arrived not long after and while waiting for it, you and the turtles took turns questioning each other. You all ate and laughed as you continued chatting. You were very uneasy at the beginning of the night, unsure of how good natured these four brothers were. But as the night went on and you got to know them, you knew they were pure at heart and that you had nothing to worry about.

Around 1:30 in the morning, April kicked them out. Before they left, all of the brothers, except for Raph, gave you their phone numbers (Leo slipped you Raphs phone number when he wasn't looking though).

Donnie, "So you can send me the material from your classes."

Leo, "In case you're ever in trouble and need help."

Mikey, "Text me so we can schedule a date."

The last one made you scoff in amusement.

[tooti-fruiti]

RED IS MY FAVORITE COLOR [PROLOGUE]

While watching TV, your best friend and roommate April O'Neil burst through the door.

"April?"

"(Y/n). I just witnessed a foot clan heist."

"Oh my god are you okay?" You asked, sitting up.

"I'm fine, but the heist was stopped."

"Wait what?"

"Someone stopped them. They were moving storage units and knocking foot clan soldiers into the water!"

"No way." You said.

"Yeah! I watched it!" She said.

Then she pulled out her phone and showed you a picture she took.

"And they left this Japanese symbol behind."

"That's so weird..."

"I know! (Y/n), this is huge! This is my chance to finally be a real reporter! There is a vigilante stopping foot clan heists in New York City and I saw it!"

"That's great April!"

"I know!" She said as she rushed to her room.

You watched her leave and turned back to the TV.

How weird.

A vigilante?

[Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day]

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