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tizeline · 15 days ago

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What are your favorite Rottmnt headcanons?

Okay these are some headcanons I could remember off the top of my head-

Let's get some popular fanons out of the way - insomniac Leo and medic Leo are two that I like a lot. Medic Leo is interesting to me because I don't think it really works in canon, Leo's entire thing is that he doesn't feel like he has a good "role" to fill in the team, if he actually had the role of medic it would kinda undermine that. But that's what fanmade stories are for, you can explore fun ideas without it affecting canon, so I like it as a headcanon.

Obviously good ol' disaster twins, certified classic. I've talked about this before but I personally view Leo as the older twin, but I also don't think Leo or Donnie would know that so because of that they're constantly fighting over who the oldest one is out of the two of them. But I also like the idea that Leo doesn't really care that much, he mostly keeps calling himself the oldest one because to piss off Donnie because Donnie REFUSES to believe he'd be younger than an immature idiot like Leo. But because of that Leo will call himself the younger twin on occasion if it would benefit him in a certain situation, like if Donnie is mad at him for something and Leo just goes "🥺👉👈please forgive me?🥺👉👈 your baby brother?🥺👉👈" which would also infuriate Donnie LMAO.

I have some headcanons about the brothers' music taste. We already know their canon favorite music genres but I have some extra ideas. For example Raph's favorite genre soul, but I also like the idea of him enjoying blues and lo-fi hip hop and such. Leo's into glamrock specifically, but I also view him as liking a lot of rock music, but mostly 70s-90s rock. Also as an MCR fan I am going to project my love for MCR onto him and you cannot stop me, but also in my defense The Black Parade album is very inspired by for example Pink Floyd and Queen and such which I already imagine Leo would be into so I'm justified in thinking he'd AT LEAST like that specific album. (But he'd also like Danger Days simply because I say so)

When it comes to Casey Jr's origins, I've seen a lot of different ideas in the fandom, either that Casey Sr is his bio mom or that she adopted him. And when CJ is depicted as Casey's bio-kid, I've seen headcanons where either Casey just gave birth to him normally or that CJ is some sorta test-tube-baby-clone or whatever made with the help of either Donnie or Draxum. For a long time I couldn't decide which headcanon I prefered, so because of that I like the idea of it just being a mystery that none but Casey knows the answer to. Like, Casey just had a baby one day that she informed everyone was her kid and no one had any idea where said kid came from. And no one in the resistance really had much time to dwell on it cause they were all too busy fighting the krang. "Casey has a kid now? Okay whatever good for her we don't have time to think about that we're all dying"

Another thing discussed in the fandom, what the heck Baron Draxum's first name? Some people see Baron as his name and some see it as just a title. I already brought this up in another post but I view it as both! His fist name is Baron, and he also has the title of Baron, so he's Baron Baron Draxum. But calling him that is a bit reduntant and silly so he just shortens it down to one singular Baron.

Mikey has the highest spice-tolerance in the family while Donnie has the lowest. Actually I just have a tendency to project my sensory issues with food onto Donnie in general, poor guy lmao sucks to be him.

Mikey is the second physically strongest out of the turtles (after Raph of course)

Donnie is the second most naturally talanted mystic user (after Mikey of course) but because he's trained the least with mystic powers Raph and Leo are both more skilled than him.

Donnie was the first to meet April and kinda tried to gate-keep her by hiding her from his brothers LMAO but they found out about her after like a week

I like to think Donnie is someone that likes to act all villainous for ✨The Aesthetic✨ but really can't handle being intentionally cruel and sadistic. Like he'd act all tough and be like "heh I know seventeen different ways to torture someone for information.... 😈my dark and twisted mind....😈 " but then he gets nauseous from seeing a bit of blood. Like he's all bark no bite.

Another headcanon I've brought up before is the idea that Donnie got REALLY into researching conspiracy theories about Lou Jitsu's mysterious disappearance when he was a kid. And he'd infodump about these theories TO SPLINTER who just had to do his best to keep his poker face through that.

Dunno if ya'll remember that post circling around a little while ago theorising that CJ has a prosthetic hand, but regardless, I've adopted that as a headcanon.

I love love LOVE the idea of Raph and Leo being co-leaders, mostly because I think specifically rottmnt's versions of the A-Team would be the only ones who could actually pull it off LMAO. I think neither of them deal well with having too much responsibility put on them and they overall are able to make up for each other's weaknesses. After the movie I think if they sat down to discuss they'd decide to just split up the leadership role between the two of them and it would actually work.

My headcanon for the turtles' eyecolour is yet another thing I've talked about, but I really like the idea of them having dark brown eyes :]

#tizel talk #rottmnt #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt headcanons

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goodlucktai · 22 days ago

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hold the world to its best (8/8)

rottmnt word count: 2k pairing: raph & OC title borrowed from light by sleeping at last part of the archer au

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Raph has been April’s little brother since about two weeks after they first met when he was six years old. He’s always been Splinter’s baby and will never outgrow that no matter how big he gets, forever his dad’s ‘sweet little apple pie.’

But he’s never been one of the younger turtles before. He’s never had a big sibling who was like him in ways his father and sister weren’t, by limitation of species or mutation. At eighteen years old, it was quite the curveball. A not-unwelcome adjustment period.

Raph remembered wanting, more than anything, to make a good first impression. He seemed to be the only one worried about it.

A few weeks after Gio moved in, on an afternoon that Mikey had unilaterally decided he wasn’t going to share Leo’s attention and kicked everyone else out of the medbay for the duration of an impromptu Jurassic Park movie marathon, Donnie had in turn made his boredom their eldest brother’s problem.

Raph sat on the couch as Donatello did the same thing he did with Gram-gram, the same thing he did with April once upon a time, where he showed off machines he had built and unfinished projects he was still building in a bid to impress, the way a cat might proudly present a dead bird.

Gio didn’t seem to get tired of the seemingly endless show-and-tell production, gaze attentive and engaged. His words were short but sincere each time he said something along the lines of, “Very cool.”

Donnie chortled, dark and sinister, steepling his hands like a cartoon villain. “Yes,” he intoned, “at last. The validation I crave. Today George, tomorrow the world.”

Before he scuttled off to find some other piece of tech to drag out of his lab and parade around, he gave away how pleased he actually was by flopping across Gio like a wet noodle for one of his trademark limp-armed hugs.

The full deadweight of a teenage boy, plus his shell, plus his shell’s shell, would have winded anybody who wasn’t prepared to have it tossed in their lap without warning—but Gio’s oof was barely audible. His surprise was more obvious.

His hands had hovered for just a moment, the most uncertain Raph had seen him up until that point, this terminator of a brother who never flinched and never faltered and never second-guessed what the right thing to do was. And then they drifted down to land on Donnie’s shoulder and the top of his head, and when nothing happened after a few seconds except for Donnie’s content turtle trill, they settled into place more firmly.

Donnie bonked his head into Gio’s stomach affectionately before he scrambled up from the older turtle and over the back of the couch, creature mode activated. When something in the next room clattered to the floor in his wake, followed by the comically loud sound of breaking glass, Raph almost gave into his first, second and third impulse to plant his face in his hands and swear.

“Sorry. He’s excited,” he said instead. “We don’t, uh, get to meet new family very often. Just say the word and I’ll sit on him.”

“He’s fine,” Gio replied immediately. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

He sounded like he meant it. All his bewilderment from a moment ago had already been packed away like it had never existed at all. Gio’s dark brown eyes only met Raph’s for a split second before moving away to the Netflix show being projected onto the wall that neither of them were really watching.

Raph was nervous about good first impressions, but he seemed to be the only one. Everyone else was throwing the full gamut of their inexhaustible personalities at the spotted turtle like they needed him fully amalgamated into the family in as little time as possible and were willing to work nights to make it happen.

And Gio was proving to be totally implacable, a far cry from the rest of the reactive, chaotic clan. Nothing they did ever seemed to rile him up or rub him the wrong way or really do more than make him blink.

April called it Gio’s capybara energy. She kept sending videos to the group chat of the most unbothered animal on the planet chilling with hawks and alligators. It wasn’t entirely off the mark, but only where his siblings were concerned. The Giorgio that Leo told them about, who squared up to the Krang in the prison dimension without so much as flinching, was much more likely to try to take a bite out of any predator that came too close to his flock no matter how much bigger than him they were.

“Was he different in the future?” Raph asked curiously. “Donnie?”

There was a long pause before Gio answered, “He was older.”

That made sense. Raph guessed it wasn’t the strangest thing in the world for his little brothers to outgrow being so demonstrative, but he couldn’t really picture it. It was hard to imagine a Donatello who didn’t crawl into Raph’s arms any time of day or night when he needed a good bear hug.

He resolved to get more cuddles in while he still had a Tweedle Dee receptive to cuddles.

“Raph can’t imagine growing out of hugs,” he admitted a little shyly. “That’s, like. What my arms are for. You know? I don’t even know who I’d be otherwise.”

Gio was looking at him with an expression that Raph didn’t recognize. Someday he would know how to read his big brother’s neutral bearing as easily as he could pick apart the charmingly faultless smile Leo always hid behind, but in that moment he had no idea what Gio was thinking.

“You were older, too,” Gio said.

Raph rolled that around in his mind like a marble, trying to decide how he felt about it.

CJ had told them little odds and ends about his family, when he could bring himself to talk about them at all, and the picture he painted was one that Raph struggled to place himself in.

He liked to believe he’d be like CJ’s Uncle Rapha when he was older, strong and steadfast and capable—carrying the weight of everyone he loved without ever letting them down. He really wanted to never let them down.

Gio was still watching him. Something about having the spotted turtle’s undivided attention made Raph want to keep asking him questions. He was suddenly closer to understanding why their little brothers were so keen to pester Raph twenty-four hours a day.

“Can you give me just one spoiler?” he wheedled. “Was I still a good hugger in the future?”

Gio exhaled, the ghost of a laugh. It wasn’t an entirely happy sound, but he was smiling crookedly when he looked away again.

He said, “One hug from you could have saved the whole world, Raphael.”

Raph didn’t get it then, but he does now.

Because now Gio is this tiny little thing, holding a teddy bear as big as he is and looking up at Raph with huge worried eyes, because all the hugs Raph’s little brothers grew up with as the norm are absolutely not a given in his life. Because while Raph was sleeping in turtle piles and splashing in rain puddles as his dad held his hand and squabbling over the biggest piece of cake for dessert, Gio was alone, raising himself, going hungry. He was hiding from thunderstorms under the bed. He was learning that he was unwanted, that nobody would come for him when he cried, and that it was better not to cry at all.

Yeah, Raph thinks, tears pooling in his eyes and spilling over when he blinks. One hug would have done it.

He picks the baby turtle up the way he’s done a hundred times over the course of the last week, that spotted shell small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, weighing next to nothing. Gio had to be taught how to be held, but he’s an old pro at it now, tucking himself against Raph’s shoulder with a sigh better suited someone ten times his age. His fingers clutch at the front of Raph’s shirt, always wanting to clutch at something, usually only having his own hand to hold.

He’s so little. He shouldn’t know the first thing about hardship, not when he’s this little.

“There’s not a single version of you that I don’t like,” Raph says firmly, the second he’s certain his voice won’t break.

He can’t see Gio’s face from this angle, but he can picture the stubborn pout on that spotted face as clear as day.

“You like the Gio who’s cool and strong and smart,” Gio mumbles, as close as he’ll come to arguing outright. He’s rubbing the tiny fold of Raph’s shirt that he’s holding between his thumb and forefinger, like he’s trying to commit it to memory. “The one who fights monsters. You said so.”

“I do like him,” Raph says. “But I also like the Gio who’s a bit silly. The one who eggs the twins on even when they’re at their noisiest, and lets Mikey draw all over his shell with paint markers, and would eat cheesecake for every meal if we’d let him. Does he sound familiar?”

It takes the toddler a moment to answer, but when he does it’s with a very shy, “I like cheesecake.”

“You sure do.” Understatement of the century, honestly. “And you let our brothers get away with everything under the sun, because that is apparently a fundamental law of the universe when it comes to you,” Raph says with a lightness he doesn’t really feel. “You’re my brother and that’s all that matters. That’s never ever gonna change. Whether you’re four years old or forty or a hundred. I’m always gonna be right here to give you all the hugs you want.”

Gio nods just barely, a whisper of movement against his shoulder that Raph hardly feels.

Raph remembers how tentative he was with Gio when they first met, holding back from him because he was stupidly preoccupied with making a good first impression. Because Gio was so cool and so reserved, and Raph didn’t know where he fit as a little brother when for so long he’d been the biggest.

Back then, there’s no way he could have known that Gio used to be this child who never took an inch more than what he was given. Who would sit outside until he died of exposure unless someone opened the door for him. It just wouldn’t occur to him to come inside and claim a seat at the table for himself.

And how much of Raph’s nervousness read as rejection to the brother he was still getting to know?

And how many times has Gio worried about the same things Raph used to, fitting in and making a good impression, earning love that should have been his from day one?

It’s never just been handed to him. He’s always had to work for it.

“I don’t love big Gio more than I love baby Clem,” Raph says. His heart could burst with how much love it’s holding, actually. He needs about half a dozen more to fit it all comfortably. “I love both of you, all of you, forever and ever and ever. Okay?”

“Okay,” Gio says in a tiny, wobbling voice. His fist in Raph’s shirt is white-knuckled, like it would take an act of god to move him. Raph would like to see god fucking try.

“What do we say when we need to feel brave?” Raph nudges gently.

“I’m not alone,” Gio recites. He leans back and looks up at Raph, an expression on his face that Raph recognizes as the same one that used to mystify him when Giorgio first moved in. The one that used to leave Raph guessing what his older brother was thinking, since he didn’t have the first clue how to read him back then.

It was hope all along.

Two days later, the curse will finally expire in an explosion of smoke that ruins lunch prep and ends the life of Mikey’s favorite ceramic mixing bowl when he drops it in surprise. Three people lunge forward at once to scoop the baby out of the way of the broken shards underfoot, collide with their solid twenty-year-old brother instead, and end up football tackling each other into a pile on the floor.

“What,” is all Gio says, at the bottom of the stack, followed quickly by, “Donnie?”

“Eurgh,” Donnie replies, face-first in the concrete.

Gio sits up, taking stock of him, then the rest of the room in short order. There’s a wrinkle in his brow that spells confusion, but otherwise his expression is the resting murder face that gives away nothing. It’s much harder to take it seriously when they have all seen first-hand what it looked like on his little baby face.

“GIOOOO!” Mikey hollers, collapsing on the eldest turtle in an enthusiastic embrace that Raph is quick to get in on. Donnie is only more firmly squashed where he’s caught in the middle, and starts scrabbling uselessly for freedom like a trapped raccoon.

“We were in the Hidden City,” Gio says slowly. “There was a witch.”

“We’ve got a lot to catch you up on, Gigi,” Leo says, joining the pile on the floor because he would stroll amicably into hell if that’s where his brothers were hanging out, and only complain about being left out in the first place. “But first you owe me like a gazillion naps. I aim to collect.”

“We’re under strict orders from Barry not to overwhelm you with details till you’ve had a chance to adjust,” Mikey announces, curtailing the dozens of questions Gio must have. “Up up! We can’t adjust on empty stomachs! And since the pancake batter is all curse-smokey, may it rest in peace, it must be deli sandwich o’clock.”

Gio is clearly unhappy with the missing time, but he can’t argue with proof in front of him that all little brothers are present and correct and accounted for. Everything else takes a backseat to that. One gray-green hand drifts to his empty wrist where a faded friendship bracelet usually lives, and alarm sprints across Gio’s expression clear as day when he doesn’t find it there.

“I’ve got it,” Raph says immediately, reaching into his pocket for it. “We kept it safe.”

“Oh,” Gio says. He’s never explained the importance of the bracelet to any of them, and seems surprised that they’ve been paying close enough attention to guess as much on their own. He slides it back on, and brushes the pad of his thumb over the fraying ends the way Raph has seen him do a thousand times, and says, heart in his hands, “Thanks, Raphie.”

Later, they’ll fill him in. They’ll show him all the pictures, the tiny baby hoodies, Splinter will cry on him a bit, April will dramatically mourn not having his big round cheeks to squeeze anymore, and through it all Gio will look a little embarrassed, a little amused, and more than a little bewildered.

Much later still, when Leo’s dead to the world asleep with his head in Gio’s lap, and Mikey is sitting on the back of the sofa with his legs draped over Gio’s shoulders and his chin propped up on Gio’s head and his headphones on, and Donnie is sprawled in Raph’s giant beanbag giggling evilly at whatever he’s doing to people in his Minecraft server also with his headphones on, Gio glances sideways at Raph.

“Sorry if I was a lot to deal with,” he says. “People used to tell me I was nothing but trouble when I was little.”

Raph has to wrestle with a dozen things he’d like to say to that before coming up with, “Well people didn’t know what the hell they were talking about. You were an angel.” It comes out a dangerous rumble, and he can’t help but add, “Anyone would have been lucky to have you, Georgie. Those families before us had no clue what they were throwing away.”

Gio looks away quickly, half a rueful smile on his face. Not buying it, not really. He might believe that Raph believes it, but he always believes the best in his brothers.

Nice words don’t leave scars like the ones he carries on his hands, and he learned all the wrong lessons for years and years before meeting the people who loved him the right way.

That’s fine. Raph has time. And he also has it on good authority that just one of his hugs could save the world. It is, after all, what his arms are for.

He seizes Gio without warning and hauls him into a crushing embrace. He’d feel bad for waking his little brother up if they weren’t going to wake him soon anyway to try to salvage some pathetic approximation of his semi-regular sleep schedule. As it is, Leo just groggily crawls away to shove and elbow his way onto the beanbag next to his twin instead and conks right back out again.

Above them, Mikey giggles. In his arms, Gio sighs. But he’s happy, Raph can tell. He knows what it looks like. He knows how to find it.

He hopes whoever he is in the future will still know how to find it.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #hamato giorgio #hamato raphael #the archer au #my writing #tmnt fic

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dreamweave01 · 2 months ago

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What was CJ's first word?

(I feel like it was something he wasn't supposed to hear. Like a cuss word or something.)

So I have to apologize XD

I kept putting off this ask because I wanted to make a little mini comic for it. The idea of CJ's first word is just too adorable to me!

But I couldn't figure out what the word would be :(

While yes, having it be something he definitely shouldn't say is absolutely hilarious, I personally like the idea of his first word being something sweet. Maybe said at an unexpected moment, catching everyone off guard.

I came to the conclusion that his first word should be someone's name.

Which was where my troubles started.

The obvious choice would be Cassandra or Noa. An infant's first word is often along the lines of "Mama" or "Dada," and let's be honest, these two are awesome parents. They totally deserve getting to be CJ's first word.

If Cassandra, she's the kind of mom who would parade him around on top of her shoulders with undeniable pride. If Noa, there's no way the poor man's holding back those tears. Open the floodgates!

But then I thought, "What if CJ's first word was someone else's name?"

It got me thinking how an innocent moment like that would affect the others.

April would go full auntie mode, doing everything in her power to get him to say it again so she can record it and send it on the group chat as undeniable evidence that she's "the favorite." And CJ obviously wouldn't say it again until after she gives up XD

I could see Mikey being absolutely elated. He would one hundred percent be the one to have made it a competition, and he would be quite the smug victor (all in good fun of course.)

It would be something Donnie wouldn't have expected, and I think he would be deeply touched. CJ's always had a soft spot in Dee's heart, (he denies it.) It might be one of the many things that gets the guy to loosen up and let his guard down a bit.

For Raph, it would really help further illustrate just how much has changed. After everything he's done (everything he was forced to do that is,) there's still this innocent little bundle of joy that loves and trusts him. He's not the weapon the Kraang made him out to be.

And finally Leo. There would be a lot of mixed emotions. Surprise, joy, sadness, guilt. . . He would need to step away and take a moment to process it all. Does he really deserve a second chance with this kid? Someone who had relied on him, who Leonardo couldn't protect when it really mattered. He honestly doesn't know if he deserves that chance, or if he ever will.

Do I want to draw this someday? Yes! Absolutely!

But I'm going to have to do a LOT of thinking and decision making until then.

Am I overthinking this? Oh, one hundred percent. It'll probably end up being a bit underwhelming when I do get around to this, considering all the time I'm putting into planning this moment.

There's just so much potential. I could make it sweet. I could make it angsty. Most likely it'll be sweet- BUT MY POINT IS!!!

. . .I forgot what my point is, I'm basically just rambling at this point because this has been ridiculously hard for me to decide for some reason.

Have a good day :')

#i've thought very long and hard about this #i'm pretty sure i've lost brain cells over it #i just can't decideeeeeee #maybe i'll put it up to a vote you guys can choose who it is for me TvT #rottmnt #rottmnt separated au #rottmnt au #woven ties au #rottmnt wt!au #rottmnt casey jr #rise casey jr #wt!casey jr #wt!cassandra #wt!noa #wt!april #wt!mikey #wt!donnie #wt!raph #wt!leo

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blueberri-blu · 8 months ago

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rise raph x male reader?? he's way short and super gay for how much bigger raph is than him.

ty tyy!! <3

Of course!! I haven't written for a male!reader before, so it might not be the best, but either way I tried!! I hope you like it, here's what I came up with:

Lil' Guy╹♡╹

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When you two first meet, he's a little nervous

Your so small

And he is so big, especially compared to you

So, at first he avoids you

Anytime you get too close, he'll try to subtly put distance between you two

Emphasis on tries

After some scolding from Dr. Delicate Touch

He stops trying to avoid you,

He's still as careful as possible

Only now you're actually able to spend time with

And you?

The moment you saw Raph, your gay little ass was SO fucking excited

He's fucking huge

Yet his heart is so much bigger

The way he does on his brothers, the way he's just so nice to everyone, opening the door for you, bringing you the last slice of pizza

Who wouldn't fall for the cute teddy bear turtle

You realize your feelings when you get caught up in the middle of a fight

And just as the enemy is about to strike

Raph cages you, practically kabe dons you, to a nearby wall

Your face is so close to his plastron

Once his brothers are able to flee, he grabs you and just starts jumping from roof to roof

You get to the lair, and you're practically as red as his mask

Leo, of course, makes this observation known to all of New York

And Raph and you are now the same color

After this Raph tries to avoid you again

Raph is only doing this because he is very clnfused

Unlike his brothers, he wasn't as well versed in the media

So he's only ever seen hetero relationships

This makes him panic because?? You're a boy??? And he likes you??

He goes to Mikey for help, only to get Dr. Feelings (either way, it helps)

It ends up being a whole TED talk for all of the brothers (between Dr. Feelings and April)

To educate them on different sexualities

After this, he comes to the realization that he does like you, romantically, and it's ok, and no, there wasn't anything wrong with him

But now came the inevitable: ✨Gay Panic✨

He didn't know if you 1.) felt the same or 2.) if you even liked men???

This is when surprisingly, Donnie comes in and talks some logic into Raph

"Look, brother, you know I am not one for... Feelings" (he shuddered at the word)

"However, from the data I have collected, he does seem to be attracted to men" "But how do you KNOW know?" "Raph, he literally showed us pictures of him at a pride parade, with the gay men flag... And he has said multiple times that he can't get a boyfriend..." "oh... OH..."

Raph takes the risk and starts "flirting" with you

AKA sitting really close to you, feeding you (while bashfully looking away), and being your Guard Dog Privilege

If you want a relationship with him, You most definitely have to make the first move

When you ask Raph out confidently, he almost died of cuteness overload

You're just so small

And looking down at you while you look up at him with confidence he just

He breaks

He does say yes though

And once you're dating

Be prepared for his brothers' jokes

They call you his chihuahua and him your Malibut

Raph is constantly dying of cuteness overload

And whenever he gets cuteness aggression, he pinches your cheeks

If you're ever mad at him, he tries SO hard to take you seriously (and he does) it's just so cute seeing you look up at him with violence in your eyes, knowing very well you can't actually hurt him

And whenever you ogle at how big he is?

Raph could die right there

Comparing hand sizes? Redder than his mask

You massage his biceps? Heart attack

And if you give him a sultry look? Nosebleed and passes out

Over all, you and Raph are just the perfect pair <3

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Sooo ... This is a bit longer than I expected, but I did it!! I hope you like it! If there's any advice you can give me for writing male!reader I'd greatly appreciate it!

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mytheoristavenue · 2 years ago

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TMNT 2012 Raphel Hamato x Reader - Give Me a Chance

This was a commission from @virtualdonutenemy, thanks for the work! For any questions regarding commissions, go here.

Summary: After Raph watches your date with a classmate go south, he makes sure not to waste you getting all dolled up.

Warnings: Inuendo, angst, fluff, lime, possessive!Raph, overprotective!Leo, sheltered!Reader, rebounding, lust, sad/desperate!Reader, perv!Raph

You weren’t capable of letting down your smile. There was just no way, you were too excited. After months of subliminal flirting, bashful compliments, and loaning pencils, the cute guy in your comp sci class had finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier.

Carefully, you drug the felt tip of your lipgloss wand across your bottom lip, pursing and puckering to spread the shimmer evenly. Glancing down at your phone, you read the time and beamed again. You’d have just enough time to put on some earrings and shoes before having to leave. After doing so, you did a once-over in the mirror, twirling and giggling at the way the hem of your dress flew outwards. Suddenly, as if to rain on your parade, your phone began to buzz, shimmying around in its spot on your bed.

You were expecting to see the name of the gentleman you were meeting tonight, probably calling to cancel your evening plans. The name of your ‘eldest brother’ scrolling sideways across the screen brought you little relief, though. If the boys found out about your date, no doubt they’d try to interfere.

“Hello?” you answered cautiously, pacing through your living room.

“Where are you right now?” Leo’s stern voice rang out through the speaker.

“Home, why?” you asked, secretly impatient as you checked the time. Now you were definitely going to be late.

“Hang tight, I’m on my way.” The announcement was so sudden that you hardly had time to react but blurted out a flustered opposition.

“N-No, I have a date!” Silence befell his end and you began to wonder if the line had gone dead or he’d maybe lost signal somehow.

“A date?!” Leo furiously sprang back to life. “With who?!”

“The guy I told you about the other day…?” you murmured, hoping he could recall the conversation well enough for you to avoid elaborating.

“You didn’t tell he’d asked you out!” He pressed further, irritated at your lack of communication.

“I knew you’d freak out!” you reasoned, a distressed tremble in your voice. “And besides, I didn’t think it was your business!”

“Your safety is our business,” Leo argued, stony as ever. “(Y/N), you know the rules.” The ‘rule’ in question forbade you from doing most things that required you to leave your home unless for school, or to visit the lair; on the few occasions you were allowed to, you were to wear bland clothes. Nothing attention-grabbing like the low cute, crimson red spaghetti strapped cocktail dress you now wore. “There’s no way you can be discrete in that dress, what if someone sees you and follows you home or worse-”

“Please, Leo!” you suddenly interjected. “I rarely ever leave get to do anything and I really like this guy! Please just let me do this one thing!”

The eldest sibling paused for a moment as if taken back, before finally sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Do you promise to be careful? Call us if anything- and I mean anything- goes wrong?”

“I swear, Leo!” You promised, holding your fists tightly to your chest, likely to keep your heart from beating out of it as you waited for his response.

“Fine,” he reluctantly submitted, shaking his head on the other end. “Have fun and be careful, okay?”

“I will, thank you so much!” You squealed, excitedly stomping in place before abruptly hanging up, presumably to be on your way.

Rolling his eyes and pivoting to return to his training in the dojo, Leo froze when he noticed Raph standing in the doorway to said room, peridot eyes zeroed in on the exit. Before the older knew it, he was being passed by as the other turtle prepared to leave. “Don’t follow her,” Leo warned knowingly, crossing his arms as his younger brother bustled about the room to gather his things. “This is a terrible idea and you know it.”

“Leo’s right, Raph,” Don piped up, exiting the lab and trekking to the kitchen, empty mug in hand. “You know how she gets, there’s no way this is gonna end well for you.” The first pair both glanced up at the new player in the conversation before going back to it. “I’m just sayin’ I speak from personal experience,” the brainiest turtle continued, pouring his umpteenth cup of coffee for the day and stirring additives into it. “Give her some space, man.”

For just a moment, the hotheaded brother halted, taking his family’s advice into account, before ultimately deciding that, he wouldn’t heed it. “Yeah, whatever. You guys don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” he grumbled, continuing his descent down the stairs toward the exit of the lair.

Obviously, the others didn’t know you the way he did, he thought. They didn’t know how clumsy and gullible you could be, how badly you needed his guardianship. That's what he told himself anyway, it would be much too embarrassing for him to admit that the real reason he was following you out on this date was to pretend that the guy you were going out with was him.

—--

You stifled a giggle, kicking your legs beneath the table and clenching the rusty satin of your dress in your fists, all in an attempt to calm yourself before your date arrived. Admittedly, you were a tiny bit disappointed to find that your date was nowhere to be seen, even though you were five minutes late yourself. Nonetheless, you got a table for the two of you, ordered a pair of waters and an appetizer, then waited. The tantalizing smell of garlic bread enticed you as it sat untouched in the middle of the table. You thought it was probably bad etiquette to start eating without your date.

Minutes ticked by as your throat became more and more parched- no doubt a product of your constant nervous swallowing. Surely, it wouldn’t be too rude to sip your drink while you wait. Before you realized it, your glass was nearly empty and a waitress was at your side offering a refill. She glanced down at you with a sympathetic smile that you didn’t quite understand at the time before turning and hurrying away. Another check of the time revealed your gentleman caller to now be nearly fifteen minutes that, though to you it felt more like thirty. Screw this, you were hungry.

One basket of bread and another refill later and you found yourself obsessively checking your phone for any word from him, only to find yourself sorely disappointed every time. You were very rapidly beginning to lose hope, when suddenly, your phone vibrated, dancing about on the table. You hastily checked it to find a text from the man of the hour:

“Sorry, can’t make it tonight. Sick.”

You hadn’t even noticed the tears well up in your eyes until you felt them roll off your chin. Even though he’d excused himself as ill, you still felt so…unwanted, so cast aside. Shuddering, you instantly flagged down the waitress, desperately trying to conceal your hurt. You just wanted to pay out and go home.

—--

From a nearby rooftop, Raph watched the entire scene unfold with glossy eyes. It almost reminded him of the pilot to a show you’d made him sit through last summer, only this wasn’t a sitcom. This would likely have a lasting effect on your self-esteem.

He was a little relieved when you finally stood up and stormed out of the restaurant, frantically wiping tears away with your wrist. You were a bullet train now, racing down the avenue needing to get home as fast as possible. Startled, Raph jumped to his feet, seeing his time to intercept you being diced into seconds. In the blink of an eye, he was on the wet pavement of a sketchy alleyway, stalking behind as your figure darted between cars and tall structures.

Suddenly, he halted in his pursuit of you- what would you say if you found him following you? There was a good chance you wouldn’t just fall helplessly in his arms like he hoped you would. Was there a way he could surprise you and sweep you off your feet without letting you in on his possessive tendencies?

—--

Wailing, you barged into the lobby of your apartment complex, face hidden in your shoulder as you blew past the doorman, cutting his greetings short. Too embarrassed to sit in anyone’s presence long enough for the elevator to arrive, you burst through the stairwell door, clumsily speeding up them, tripping all the while and crawling back up yourself. After falling up four flights, you finally reached your floor and bolted for the exit, fantasizing about the way your plush bedding would envelop you in security. Still sniveling, but with sanctuary within reach, you shoved your key into the lock and threw the front door open, only to fall forward into the apartment dramatically, catching yourself before gravity could take over.

Exhausted, you haphazardly tossed your belongings onto the floor, shedding layers and accessories as you traversed the space. Heels in the hall, purse on the couch, and earrings on the kitchen island, you finally reached the bedroom in only your red cocktail dress, dainty necklace, and smudged makeup. As your fingers gripped the door handle you stopped, smelling something smokey, possibly with a floral hint. Alert to a possible intruder, you raised your guard and prepared for the worst before gently pushing the door and letting it creak open on its own.

Beyond the door, Raph lounged on your bed, waiting for you to arrive home. Surrounding him were throw blankets and pillows, an open take-out box with a steaming pizza, piled with your favorite toppings, and a rose-scented candle burning on the nightstand. Illuminating it all was your television, set on the menu screen of your favorite childhood film, the remote control resting on his chest. “Welcome home,” he said cooly, voice full of gravel, but a languid smile speaking volumes. You couldn’t hold back the sobs that poured from your throat as you lurched forward, collapsing against him.

Raph went rigid beneath you, having been concealing his anxiety about your reaction for quite a while. As you heaved and wept against him, he eased back into you and slowly wrapped you in his arms, hushing your woes. “Dollface, what’s the matter?” he asked carefully as if he didn’t already know.

“Leo was right,” you shuddered. “I never should have gone out with that stupid prick!”

“A date, so that’s where ya been?” Raph asked lightheartedly, pushing you away by your shoulders so he could see your face. “No wonder you’re all prettied up.” Your heart skipped a beat at his words and blood rushed to your face. “Now tell me who that asshole is and what he did to you.”

“H-He…” you sniffled, sitting up fully on your knees and in between his. God, you looked so vulnerable in that position, and the way the ruching of your dress pulled your waist in- That wasn’t the point. “He just never showed up…” you muttered weakly. “He didn’t tell me he was sick ‘til way after he was supposed to be there…” You couldn’t keep yourself from crumbling again, falling back into his arms.

“Shhh…” he cooed, scaly hand caressing your shuddering back. “I got ya, babe, it’s okay.” What seemed to be hours passed with him simply holding you as you cried when you finally spoke again, albeit in a quiet and broken tone.

“R-Raph, do you think I’m pretty…?”

“My God, babe, is that even a question?” he suddenly snorted, prompting you to erect yourself to gain distance from him. He could plainly see the hurt in your eyes as you loomed over him, though his eyes were elsewhere- darting all over your body and eating you up. “Like seriously, how honest do you want me to be, 'cause we’ll be here all night.”

“I don’t want you to lie…” you answered, anxiety bubbling up in your blood.

“I mean where do I start?” he laughed, hands ghosting over your hips, but never actually making contact. “You got these perfect hips and that pretty face, tight ass,” he smirked as you flustered more and more above him, eyelids becoming heavy with want. “You’re a total fox baby.” he dazzled, finally laying his hands on you. “I always wanted to make you feel pretty, just give me a chance baby and I swear, you won’t ever doubt yourself again.” You felt dizzy under all his attention. You’d always had a feeling Raph had a crush on you, but you never would have thought him so passionate. Gradually and instinctually, you leaned closer to him, hazily sealing your lips against his, humming lightly. Kissing him felt so natural, and so necessary, neediness taking you whole.

“(Y/N), I love you,” he confessed, eyes trained on your lips as he parted from you. You weren’t entirely sure whether or not to believe him, as everything around you moved so fast but you felt so special… “So whadaya say, dollface? We got food, your favorite movie, and all night…” he persuaded you, pulling you closer into his lap. “I can help ya get changed into something a little more comfy if ya want...”

Finally, your painted lips curled into a beaming grin and tears pricked your eyes once more, this time for overwhelming joy. “Okay, let’s do it.”

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Listen, and I myself have been guilty of it, we all have over romanticized the boys and we do it all to often because we come here for, what we each believe that is, a perfect world. But let’s just back up a moment and think about it logically… if logic applies when it comes to walking, talking turtles. How would it really be if you met and happen to fall in love with one of the turtles? In reality? Let’s dig into it.

Master splinter may show you kindness and may even favor you, but he will never agree with one of his sons having a relationship. It’s against everything he has taught them and that will never change. It also puts his entire family at risk whether you like it or not.

You will never be able to introduce him to your family or friends. Again they work in the shadows for a reason. You can not simply parade your boyfriend around nor show him off.

You can not tell a soul about him or that you’re even dating him. In fact you can’t tell anyone you’re dating at all unless you want to lie about it and compromise his position.

He can’t take you on dates. Well… not normal or formal ones. Although he can get creative in his own way. But date night is few and far between because he has the city to protect.

His duty as a ninja and a protector of the city will always come before you.

His love for his brothers and father also come before you.

His brothers, much like splinter, don’t approve of your relationship for the same reasons. It compromises their most powerful weapon… secrecy.

He’s a ninja. Sneaking into your home is a cake walk, but your ceiling better be tall. Be prepared for him to bump into things unintentionally of course.

Pray to god he never has to take a shit at your house. Be prepared to do some plunging.

Buying him clothes in the right size…. Forget about it.

Your first kiss is going to be awkward. One he’s never kissed before and two your mouths are quite the size difference. It’s going to take practice.

The first time you have sex is going to be just as awkward. He’s going to be worried about his performance but mostly his size. And he’d be right to worry. He’s twice the size of any porn star you’ve seen.

It’s going to take time to adjust to his size… not just his dick ya nasty! I mean his size in general. He’s much stronger than the human man and sometimes he doesn’t know his own strength.

You can not and will not go on patrol with him. He can not and will not give you details about those patrols either.

Master splinter will limit your time in the lair. Combine that with work during the day and him on patrol all night. You will rarely get to see him unless he breaks code.

April comes before you. Casey too. You’ll have to leave the jealousy at the door.

He can not give you store bought gifts. Everything he gifts you will be hand made.

He more than likely will keep you a secret from his family for quite some time… if or when you get caught that is.

Could you handle that type of relationship? Honestly I think I could be a good fuck buddy for Raph but Leo I’d catch feelings for and I just don’t know if I could do it. Let me know in the comments what your thoughts are. 😍

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