#raph fluff

[lackablazeical]

Inspired by me and my sister LMAO also Mikey is playing cooking mama

[canipleasegetthenumber15]

Some future Raph and Casey comfort I made earlier this year <3

[pacoholin]

Y/n: Truth or dare?

Donnie: *looks away from his phone to look at them* no

Y/n: *sit next to him* well that's not an option

Donnie: *exasperated* sigh truth

Y/n: do you want to kiss me?

Donnie: Dare

Y/n: *leans in* I dare you to kiss me.

Donnie: *panic* never have I ever-

Y/n: ThAT's NOt tHE GAmE!

[hotheadedhero]

Daft Pretty Boys

AN: I was going to try and get something Halloween-like out but it's been busy lately. Have some fluffy angst with Raph, instead :D

Raphael x Reader

Warning: kinda angsty, soft-hearted Raph ahead :)

When you blessed the turtles with your bright presence and inevitably befriended them, Raphael didn’t realise just how much of an emotional rollercoaster it would be. As a person, you are amazing. You always make a point to engage with him and his brothers, even for the small things. Other than April, they’ve never felt more welcomed by human company before. The thing is, if he were to put one fault on you, it’s your taste in men. 

You fall fast and hard, and it’s not because of their looks. It’s the ones who have this idea that they know they look good: the confidence they exude, sharp-witted flattery on the end of a hook that you can’t help biting into. You get caught, pulled in, they have their fun, and then you’re chucked back into sea awaiting the next juicy-looking cast of bait. One would think you’d be smart enough to not fall for the same routine tricks over and over again but here we are.

Each time you say, “He’s really sweet,” followed by a “This one is different,” but he never is. You’re always taking that chance, betting on the next guy being Mr Right, only for it to end in heartbreak, and every time Raph’s at your aid when you come crying to him. That isn’t said with any malice for you. He will always be there to pick up the pieces. Maybe broken pieces of these stupid shmucks if he just had five minutes alone with them.

You grasp so desperately to hope. Raph would commend you for your optimistic persistence if it didn’t break him to see you in tears. There’s only so much one heart can take. He doesn’t want you to become some calloused husk of your sweet self, too afraid to take another chance. He doesn’t want you to end up like him. Raphael knows he’s unloveable. Regardless of his appearance, he has a temper - one that he keeps as far away from you as he possibly can. His feelings for you never seem to pass despite how much he tries but he isn’t meant for love. That isn’t how this world works. You, on the other hand, should be cherished and he’ll beat the next sorry sucker who does any less than that.

How? How can someone be so foolish to drop you like these men have? He doesn’t get it. Were it him, he’d spend every waking moment appreciating you, letting it be known just how precious you are and how lucky he is to be the one to call you his. But he isn’t. The same daydream can play as many times as it likes, it’s never going to go in that direction. He needs to keep reminding himself of that.

You just deserve so much more than the cards you keep getting dealt. You’ve probably got to be the sweetest person he’s ever had the luxury of meeting. A little bubble-brained at times but that’s in part what makes you so cute. It’s also why you end up in and out of these short-lived relationships, he reckons. Much like now, for instance. It’s almost routine, weirdly systematic in a way, how you waddle into the lair glassy-eyed and red-faced wearing that grey sweater - the one he calls your breakup sweater - that’s two sizes too big for you. So much for the macho man with the green eyes. Making it to one month is a record, so there’s that at least.

Raphael doesn’t say anything, just holds a hand out whilst the other cradles the back of his neck. By now, he’s learnt that there’s nothing he can say. It’s better to wait on you until you manage to find your words. You slowly trudge towards him and smack your forehead into his chest. All he can do is stand there and stare at the top of your head whilst he battles the urge to pick you up and take you away from all this frivolous bullshit. His arm falls to his side as he watches you, and you just about say what he would expect you to.

“I really thought this one would be different,” you whimper quietly and the hiccup in your throat makes his chest burn. “He seemed so genuine.”

Raphael’s heart clenches. He wants to scream that he’s the one who’s genuine, that he’s the one who’s been here through every heartbreak, every tear. But instead, he swallows his words, feeling the weight of his own unspoken feelings pressing down on his chest.

He pats the top of your head, almost awkwardly, and sighs, “I know.”

A pained laugh muffles against his chest. “I’m the problem, aren’t I?” you ask rhetorically, playing it off as some joke at your own expense but it only angers him further.

“It’s not you,” Raph replies, a hint of a growl edging into his tone. “They’re the ones who don’t know what they’re missin’.”

“But there’s a common denominator here. It feels like it’s me.” You pull back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze. “Like, maybe if I was just different-”

“Stop right there,” he interjects, his brow furrowing. “You are not the problem. They are. Trust me on that.”

You always say the wrong things about yourself: the things he thinks about himself on a daily; if he was different. You are such an honest person and yet you lie so frequently when you talk about yourself. A nasty bi-product of those worthless scumbags treating you the way they do. You want to believe him on his word but you also can’t ignore the facts. It’s always the same song and dance. You stupidly cling to hope, searching for the silver lining that never seems to come, and end up in this sad mess of a person.

Raphael watches as you pull away, the warmth of his body replaced by the chill of reality. It’s painful to see you so vulnerable, so exposed. He wishes he could shake you out of this cycle, snap his fingers and make you see what’s right in front of you. But he can’t. All he can do is stand there, the silent sentinel, while you cry into the fabric of your sweater. The moment lingers, heavy and full of unsaid words. He wants to tell you that you deserve better, that you should never settle for the likes of those clowns who don’t recognize your worth. Yet, the words stick in his throat, tangled with his own fear of inadequacy.

He clears his throat, trying to break the tension. “Tell you what, let’s grab a couple sodas and a slice. Sit up top for a bit, yeah?”

You pull back slightly, wiping your eyes. “I don’t know if I can eat right now, Raph.”

“Doesn’t matter. You need to get outta this gloom. Plus, I’m starving,” he responds with a half-hearted attempt at humor, but the grin doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Finally, you yield. Begrudgingly, he might add, but food and the fresh night air is what you need right now, especially seeing as you’ve been cooped up in your apartment all day crying. He takes whatever pizza he had leftover - it’s only lasted because Mikey has luckily been out - along with a couple cans and leads you through the sewers. Whilst he’s essentially forcing you outside, he goes at your pace, never pushing you beyond that. Sure, it takes longer than it should but you get to a nice rooftop eventually, and before you know it, he’s already got you venting with a slice in your hand.

“And then he pulls out the classic ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ shtick,” you say and Raph follows with a quiet “Of course, he does,” before you continue, “and I swear, I could’ve just slapped him.”

“You should have.”

You hum shortly against a bite of pizza and shrug. “Ah, the moment’s long gone, anyway.”

The two of you glance at each other with a small laugh before returning to the view ahead. This feels better. Much better. Once again, your knight in shell-y armour has helped you bounce back from your foreboding. If you had it your way earlier, you would have loved nothing more than to curl up on the couch and watch some bad reality TV to cheer you up. Not where Raph is concerned. He’s soft-natured when you need that shoulder to cry on but knows when to crack out a bit of that tough love, too. You’re always thankful for that - him - and you hope he knows just how much of a difference he makes.

"Hey.” He nudges you with his elbow and you look up, noting the light smirk on his face, though the seriousness behind his eyes isn’t something to be ignored. “Next asshole that breaks your heart, you just point me in the right direction.”

"And be an active participant in murder? Not a chance," you laugh and playfully swat him, earning a low chortle. You think you know what he’s getting at and it’s sweet in weird kind of way. With a perma-smile now glued to your face, you rest your head on his arm and speak more gently, "Thanks, though."

He glances down at you and tempts the idea of stroking a hand over your head. His fingers clasp into a fist and he looks ahead again, taking a gentle breath before responding quietly, "Yeah... don't mention it."

[popcat69]

Incorrect Tmnt quotes

Mikey: What does 'take out' mean? Donnie: Food. Leo: Dating Raph: Murder Y/n: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.

Donnie: Favourite horror movie?

Mikey: It

Raph: Saw

Leo: Annabelle

Y/n: High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics

Leo: Croissants: dropped

Raph: Road: works ahead

Y/n: BBQ sauce: on my titties

April: Shavacado: fre

Mikey: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead

Donnie:

Donnie: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

Y/n: Change is inedible.

Donnie: Don't you mean inevitable?

Y/n, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Mikey: Hey Donnie,

Donnie: Yes?

Mikey: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Donnie:

Donnie: Where’s Y/n?

Donnie: April isn’t answering their phone

Y/n: I’ll call

Donnie: Casey and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

April: Hello?

Y/n: Top 30 reasons why y/n is sorry... Number 5 will surprise you!

Raph: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!!

Mikey: I'm incredibly fast at maths.

Y/n: Alright, what's 30x17?

Mikey: 47

Y/n: That's not even close.

Mikey: But it was fast.

Donnie: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?

Raph: Nope, absolutely not.

Leo: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through.

Mikey: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.

Casey: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.

Y/n: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Splinter: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Leo: ...I did. I broke it.

Splinter: No. No you didn't. Mikey?

Mikey: Don't look at me. Look at Y/n.

Y/n: What?! I didn't break it.

Mikey: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Y/n: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Mikey: Suspicious.

Y/n: No, it's not!

Raph: If it matters, probably not, but April was the last one to use it.

April: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Raph: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

April: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Raph!

Leo: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, person A.

Splinter: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Raph: Splinter... Donnie’s been awfully quiet.

Donnie: rEALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Splinter, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Splinter: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Splinter:

Splinter: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

'Can I copy the homework?'

Donnie: I can help you with it!

April: Yeah, sure.

Y/n: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Raph: lol nope.

Mikey: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

Leo: *Read 5:55pm*

Leo: bitches b like “im baby” but have childhood trauma and neglect like wtf do u know about being baby u were forced to grow up from an early age anyways I’m bitches

Leo, driving y/n and April: So how was your day?

Y/n: We almost got surprise adopted!

Leo: What?

April: We almost got kidnapped.

Leo: Oh, okay.

Leo: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

[love-letters-and-lotus-blossom]

cute thought: Y/N doesn't meet the turtles first, she actually meets Master Splinter.

Something happens.

The lair is attacked and, in the midst of the fight, Splinter is taken. Badly hurt, he still manages to escape his captors and wanders the city, calling out for his sons in his delirium before collapsing.

Which is how you found him.

Walking home one night, you heard something above the music in your earbuds...a weak, frightened voice of an old man, calling out for "his sons." Something crashes in an alleyway and you follow the sound.

Admittedly, seeing a giant rat was shocking.

But this is NYC and giant rats aren't too shocking, are they? Just another day in the city, TBH. And he's so scared and so hurt, mumbling names softly...and you can't turn your back on him. Luckily, you don't live too far and you're able to help him into your apartment.

There's no calling the cops or an ambulance, obviously, but luckily you have enough first aid knowledge to help him. It takes a few days of taking care of him until the rat wakes up completely, confused and worried as he tries to get up.

"Don't," you tell him softly as you come into the room. "Don't move too quickly, you'll hurt yourself."

"Where am I? Who...who are you?"

"I'm Y/N."

And that's how you before Splinter, as learn his name, taking care of him a little longer. He likes tea and soap operas and reminds you of your grandfather with his wisdom and wry sense of humor. It isn't long until he's gathered himself enough to figure out a way to contact his sons, the one's he told you about.

Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello, and Raphael.

They're exactly as he described them, Splinter smiling as soon as he heard movement on the rooftop, four absolutely giant turtles clambering in through the balcony window.

"Father!"

They're all around him at once, worried and trying not to cry (but definitely crying a little), Splinter comforting his boys and crying a little bit too.

And that was how you got tangled up in thier lives, befriending the father before befriending the sons.

◇ Little Things ◇

◇ You and Splinter like a lot of the same shows. Sometimes you watch together (particularly if it's a season finale or holiday special or something) but typically, you watch separately at your homes and then talk about it on the phone.

"I can't believe she tried to seduce Raul!"

"I can," Splinter scoffs.

◇ You have tea time together as well, and talk about everything going on in your lives. Even though you think your life is boring compared to his, Splinter disagrees. He's very interested in the typical life of a human, it seems so different from his.

◇ He will insist on you learning at least some basic self defense, especially in this city.

◇ When he realizes that one of his sons has developed feelings for you, Splinter is rooting for ot to happen so you can be his daughter-in-law.

◇ When it does happen, the other turtles like to joke that you're his favorite child sometimes.

[chadobi]

Rise Leo in a sensory water bath to help him clear his mind after the Kraang battle. He’s trying to find his center and clear out everything else, but he’s struggling. Because he’s a turtle he doesn’t need to come up for air as often. Cue female reader diving in thinking he’s been down too long and Leo opening his eyes underwater to see her swimming towards him and finding his center - it’s her. Gooey, fluffy moments follow. Underwater kisses, hearts, arms, and legs entwined, starts off angsty, ends lovey dovey.

That a such a beautiful idea! i’m gladly to write this!

“Centre”

Rise!Leonardo x Female Reader

Post-Kraang | Angst-to-Fluff | Underwater Kiss

The water is quiet.

Silent. Heavy. It clings to him, presses in from all sides — not in a panicked way, not like drowning, but like the world above finally stopped shouting at him.

After the Kraang… everything was too loud. The city. His brothers. His thoughts.

He came here — the old spa pool Donnie retrofitted for sensory therapy — to find something he’s been chasing since that final fight:

Stillness.

Clarity.

Himself.

But every time he tries to breathe deep and empty his mind, it comes back.

That voice.

That mistake.

That moment in the portal when it all could’ve gone wrong — because of him.

So he sinks deeper. Floats stiller. Letting the quiet water cradle him, limbs relaxed, eyes shut. He hasn’t surfaced in minutes. Doesn’t have to. Turtle lungs are generous things.

Maybe if he stays here long enough… he’ll forget.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been calling his name before panic truly starts to crawl up your throat.

You knew he came here. You saw him come here. But that was a while ago — and he hasn’t come back up. Not once.

The surface of the water is perfectly smooth, like glass. No ripples. No sign of movement.

And Leo may be a turtle, but even he has limits.

You don’t think. You dive.

Leo hears the splash first. Muffled, distant.

Then, a pulse — not through his ears, but through the water. Something stirring. Something familiar.

He opens his eyes.

You’re swimming toward him like a shooting star, limbs cutting through the water, hair floating around your face like a halo. And for a second — a heartbeat — it’s like everything goes silent in a new way.

Not empty.

Not numb.

Peaceful.

And that’s when it hits him.

It’s you.

You’re his center.

The one thing that brings him back, not because you force him to be okay, but because you see him. Even underwater. Even here.

You reach him just as he blinks. And suddenly those eyes — clear, bright, and too blue for this world — meet yours.

He’s okay.

Relief bursts in your chest, bubbles escaping from your mouth. You almost start to pull away, ready to surface, but his hand reaches out — slow, tentative — and brushes your fingers.

Then wraps around them.

He’s not letting go.

Not yet.

The next few moments stretch, soft and surreal.

You’re nose to nose with him in the quiet deep. Hands tangled. Breathing shallowly, bubbles drifting upward in lazy spirals.

And Leo smiles.

It’s gentle. Shy, even. Like he’s still not sure he deserves to be looked at like this. To be held. To be found.

You lean forward, slowly. Lips brushing his.

The kiss is feather-light — no words, no pressure. Just warmth and trust and you found me.

Leo melts into it, arms curling around your waist, legs pulling you closer in a slow, drifting tangle. The weightlessness of the water makes everything feel dreamlike. Timeless. Like you’re the only two people left in the universe.

And for him… maybe you are.

Because when you pull away, he’s still smiling. Still holding you. His forehead rests gently against yours, eyes closed again — but this time, in peace.

You don’t have to ask if he found what he was looking for.

You can feel it in the way he holds you like a lifeline he’s finally allowed himself to take.

Sometime later you both surface together, barely speaking, still clinging to each other like the water itself could try and pull you apart again.

But it won’t.

Because now he knows.

The stillness he was looking for?

The quiet place in the storm?

It’s not something he finds alone.

It’s you.

And from now on… he’s not swimming toward silence.

He’s swimming home.

[obsessedwrhys]

Hello, could you create a headcanon for ROTTMNT where April saves the reader (gender-neutral) from being kidnapped by a Yokai and brings the reader to the hideout without telling the turtles? What would their reaction be?

MEETING THE BROTHERS FOR THE FIRST TIME

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ fluff, bit of angst? Reader is gn!! (Sorry this was rushed ☹)

Background

What that Yokai wanted from you was unclear, you were simply on your way home when suddenly you found yourself to be cornered by a scary looking creature. All you knew was that it wasn't human.

It started shouting at you, demanding of something that you had stolen from them but you were unfamiliar with the description of the object they were after as you had no memory of coming across such item. It was when they lost their anger and about to lash at you, potentially taking you away, your classmate, April was able to jump to your rescue.

With the Yokai out cold, she grabbed your hand and began taking you somewhere. Somewhere she said will be safe for the both of you. However you didn't expect it to be the smelly odour of the sewers you would be hiding into. After a few walks and turns, you stumbled upon what seemed to be an underground lair. You were too astonished by the place to even notice the four creatures staring at you.

RAPH

Out of all of the brothers, he was quick to pull April aside and ask her why she thought it was a great idea to bring a random HUMAN into their secret lair.

It was when she explained how you were being targeted by a Yokai that caught his attention. You? Being targeted by a Yokai? What could a Yokai need from a human like you?

Despite his unease having a stranger in the lair, he decided to let you stay when April assured him you were a good person. If she trusts you enough then he'll trust you too.

Seeing how April explains to you this whole new world to you, he could only watch as your expression changes every second from the pure shock of all of this.

He had to admit, he had expected you to freak out and run away but surprisingly you approached him and his brothers to introduce yourself properly.

"My name's (Y/N), it's nice to meet you. April says you guys are the good guys" You'd say and he couldn't help but stare at you. You're not afraid of them??

After the events of that day, you'd come by often to understand this new world of Yokai better, also for the sake of understanding why you would be targeted by one in the first place.

You were kind, patient and not to mention respectful towards them. That's why he decided to offer you some self defense lessons to ensure you were capable of protecting yourself.

As the eldest and being the one bearing so much responsibilities, he appreciates it when you would take the time to hear his rants. Like he never thought he'd find someone who would just get how he feels.

You guys would definitely do relaxing activities together to calm your minds. He now finds it more fun when you're doing it with him.

Yoga, knitting, making tea? Count him in!!

That's why it comes easily that his uncertainty towards you would change. He'd feel himself starting to feel more comfortable around you, at the same he'd also be protective of you since he now considers you a close friend.

"If you ever need anything, I'm here for you, you can always count on me to be there"

LEO

The moment you came inside the lair, your presence had him raise his brows out of interest. Like who are you? And why are you here?

Second to Mikey, he would also approach you to introduce himself. He had to admit, he was just happy to befriend another human.

He literally didn't listen to a single thing to what Raph said about you, all he knew was that you needed safety and was being targeted by a Yokai. But hey, just because you're here to figure things out, that doesn't mean you can't make your stay fun at the same time!

He'd be all over you, like whatever it is that you're doing, he wants to include himself in it. But if you really need the privacy or concentration to do something, he'll back off.

Once you become his friend, be ready for the weekly rants about the different varieties of comics he'd finish reading. If you happen to do the same, he'd be glad to lend you his collection ONLY IF you return it without a scratch.

Honestly, I like to think that he's the one who constantly tries to get you in trouble with his crazy activities. That's because Raph will let him slide easily if you were involved. He likes to boast about how it's a 169 IQ strategy but what he doesn't realise is the pile of chores he'll have to do after every attempt.

He's aware of you being targeted by this unknown Yokai but that doesn't stop him from taking you to the Hidden City. He's a risk taker, what did you expect?

He has probably lost you once or more and it always costs him a lot of trouble to finally find you. Just imagine at the end of the day, he'd be begging you not to tell anyone about what happened because he's afraid of being lectured.

He definitely let's you play with his samurai swords if you ever asked. You once accidentally teleported one of Donnie's gadgets and you both agree to keep it a secret. Til this day on, he's still searching for it.

Also if you need someone to have fun with, he's the guy.

If you wanna skateboard with him, he'll gladly do so. If you don't know how to, he'll be patient in teaching you. His hands intertwined with yours to make sure you don't fall off.

To be fair he doesn't think much of your sudden appearance to the group, as long as you're cool and a genuinely nice person, you're welcomed to the club!

"If you ever need a BETTER company, I'm the man!!"

DONNIE

No way did April just let a random person in their lair as if it's thanksgiving.

He'd be conscious about you, watching your every move and every expression, anything to catch just a hint of bad intentions behind your sudden appearance.

When April was explaining your situation to Raph, he couldn't help but eavesdrop. You were almost kidnapped by a Yokai? Yikes. Why would someone do that?

Even though April reassures them how you are trustworthy, Donnie feels like he'll need to judge your character himself.

After the day you guys got to know each other, you would regularly drop by their place to stay for a while, your reason being either that you wanted to come by to chill or that you felt safer in the lair.

Personally Donnie would be invested in figuring out why you were targeted by a Yokai in the first place. If you're ready to talk about it, he'd question the night of the event to get some answers.

While he's on his computer doing his investigating, he wouldn't mind having you inside his room. Just don't break or touch any of his things. He can get frustrated when you move even just an inch of his stuff.

Since you are uncertain of your safety, Donnie would be willing to make a watch for you. It can track where you are and if you happen to be in an emergency, just one press on the emergency button and he'll instantly get the message.

He's not mean or anything but it takes a while for him to put down his guard around you. Once he does then it's like seeing a whole different side of him, he'd be much more chatty and smiling.

If you're sort of a nerd who likes to geek out then he's your pal to geek out with. Math, science, whatever that is a common interest between you both, he can go on for days if you dare challenge him.

To be honest I can see him being the type to sneak into school just to see what you're doing. Not in a stalking way but more of a, oh you need company that day because April isn't present? Or you have a school event and you want him to be there? He just wants to ensure your safety in case a Yokai somehow sneaks in, which is ironic since he's doing the exact same.

Clearly when you came to the lair for the first time he is very wary of you but after a few days of getting to know you personally, he realises how the misunderstanding led to a new friendship. He won't complain since you turned out to be an alright person.

"Oh great you're procrastinating again. GO BACK TO WORK!!"

MIKEY

His eyes lit up when he saw you entering the lair with April beside you. Its almost like an alarm went off in his head signalling "NEW FRIEND. NEW FRIEND" over and over again.

He was the first to approach you, he was introducing himself and talking about lots of nonsense. All you could make out was how he said he was thrilled to meet you and that he was excited to paint rainbows together (?). You were confused as you struggled to keep up with his pace of talking.

When Raph told him the tight situation you were in, he actually gasped, like audibly gasped. A Yokai tried to kidnap you? How could someone do that??

That's why he was willing to let you stay any time you needed. He didn't complain since that meant he gets to have some company.

He really does care about your safety so if you'd like, he would like to join you whenever you went out. If its in the morning then he'll be on the rooftops watching after you as you walked down the city. Anything to make you feel less anxious.

Speaking of anxiety, he'd offer to have you paint murals with him. The lair has plenty of walls for you to use so if you're an artist itching for some place to test out your skills, he knows just where is the perfect place.

Something also tells me he would like to create matching bracelets together. Yes, he's just that good at making new friends. He'll definitely make your beads your favourite colour while you do his signature orange.

He's so the type of friend to make sure you're always looking your best. You have something in your teeth? He'll tell you discreetly. Is your hair not hairing? Don't worry bro's a stylist.

He obviously tries to lift up your spirits as his brothers are busy helping you out. If you ever need someone to talk about your worries to, he's there to lend a shoulder. He'll have tissues ready if you happen to need a good cry.

Based on the details you shared about what happened, he can't help but come up with a theory that you could be some secret hybrid. Maybe you have some secret powers you're not aware? He once brought that theory to Donnie who immediately dismisses it.

But who knows, maybe he's onto something.

Nonetheless, he's just glad to have made a friend like you. Sometimes some good can come out of an unplanned surprise.

"You're my friend now!! We're gonna have soft tacos together 😊"

[sweeneydino]

Wonder what their names will be.

[sara-the-wizard]

Saw your post about how reckless Leo could be in a wheelchair. And I was thinking about what if they had the lair games while he was in the wheelchair and tried to compete with it 😆

Tried and Won! Bro's talented! :)

Thank you for the idea! It was really fun to draw! Lord bless you!

For @amy-the-ninja-turtle

[the-cauldron-witch]

7. "Why? Does it bother you?" with Raph.

Sophiaaaaaa 🫂🫂🫂

This one was short but sweet, I hope it's what your looking for and enjoy it!

It was like a spoken word game, the way you and Raph flirted with each other over the years. Snide remarks said in such a tone that it was obvious there was no sincerity behind them, teasing or joking in such a way that it clearly meant the opposite, or sarcastic remarks poorly attempting to hide the genuine flirting behind the words. When did this all start? There really wasn’t a certain point, for as long as you’ve known Raph this has been your usual back-and-forth.

That’s why, when Raph’s snarky remark came, you weren’t very surprised. Shoulder pressed against the cement walls of the lair and arms crossed over your chest, you stood off to the side of the lair with eyes wandering around and mind also elsewhere in thought.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Raph snarked, a small smirk tugging the edge of his lips just enough to show off his canines. The comment snapped you out of your daze with a blink, you had been staring off into space mulling over the day and apparently had been staring in Raph’s general direction long enough to get caught.

“Why, does it bother you?” You chuckled, pushing yourself off of the wall and strolling into the den. He was sitting on the couch, watching an action movie you didn’t quite recognize. One massive muscular arm draped over the back of the couch; Raph looked over his shoulder to stare at you with affectionate incredulity.

“Yeah, it makes me think ya like me or somethin’” He chuckled back, watching you approach him from behind. Oh, he had jokes today. Rolling your eyes you leaned over, resting your forearms and elbows on Raph’s bicep to continue the banter.

“Oh, yes, it would be such a tragedy if I liked you, right?” Reaching out with a single finger to poke his dimpling cheeks repeatedly, trying to get underneath his skin. The smirk on his lips simply widened with every jab of your finger, until the tip of your finger pressed his snout upward. In a split second, Raph’s large but gentle tridactyl hand grasped your wrist and began firmly pulling you up and over the back of the couch.

Flipped end over end onto the couch, laughing the whole way as your back hit the couch with a soft thump. Raph could be heard laughing over your own as he watched you flail. Struggling uselessly against the wall of muscles playfully pinning you down, slapping and squirming against his arm while giggling uncontrollably. Raph just smiled down at you as he effortlessly held you down.

“Yeah, it’d just be absolutely terrible if ya liked me at all,” He chuckled, allowing you to squirm into an upright and more comfortable sitting position. Pressed against thick green scale covered muscle as your giggles and laughter together subsided into comfortable quiet, you didn’t move from your newly acquired seat next to the massive terrapin. The massive arm around you didn’t remove itself and you no longer struggled against it, unconsciously his thumb started rubbing soothing circles into the small of your back as the two of you got comfortable.

“Yeah, just absolutely awful,” Was your quiet reply, laying your head against him with and snuggling comfortably into his side as though you belonged there. There were no complaints or response from the ninja other than his thumb lazily tracing circles against your back.

[canipleasegetthenumber15]

Some doodles from a few weeks ago--one platonic, one romantic.

The drawing on the left is April using Raph as a throne (bc she's a queen... it sounded funnier in my head). I like to think the turts just kinda let April do anything with/to them, within reason. They know she wouldn't purposefully harm them, so they go along with whatever, especially if it's amusing.

The one on the right is Donnie helping April get comfy after a stressful day. I haven't been super into the romance genre lately, but decided to draw middle-aged/married Apritello fluff, anyway. Just wanted to portray my fav thing in any type of relationship: Soft, selfless acts of kindness for the sole purpose of caring about a loved one's well-being. <3

Donnie was supposed to have his arm/leg bands and belt but I was side tracked while drawing this and forgot they existed lol (I can usually effectively draw and watch a show simultaneously, but apparently that wasn't the case for Only Murders in the Building lol--I was too invested in the show).

[pacoholin]

"would you kill for your partner?"

Everyone: no

Donnie: * grab Y/N by the shoulders and look at them dead in the eyes*

Donnie: "I would watch cities burn for you, I would start genocide for you, I would commit arson for you and you don't even have to ask. I would do what ever it takes!"

Leo:..... have you not already committed arson before you knew them?

Donnie: "shush I'm trying to express my affection"

[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?

[redsrooftopprincess]

Early

gn reader x Raphael

No warnings, just fluff

He usually comes by about halfway though his patrol. He only really gets to do it twice a week, but it is something he's begun to look forward to.

He hasn't realized yet that the first "half" of his nightly rounds has been growing shorter and shorter. That, on those nights, he's been counting the seconds until sundown, waiting at the manhole like a runner for a pistol. That, on those days, when he's supposed to be sleeping, he can't help thinking about all the things he can't wait to talk to you about.

He hasn't realized yet just how fucked he is.

He's early. Significantly. He can't help it, he's been thinking about you all day. For the last three days. You made the mistake of telling him you'd never seen the Riddick series, and he has spent the last three days coming up with a convincing argument to have a movie night with you. For the movies, of course.

He alights on the rooftop of the building across from your own, and smiles when he sees the warm light on in the living room.

A sweep of his color catches his attention as you enter the living room, hair wet as if you've just finished a shower. You are wearing the red blanket he knitted you a few months ago. As he watches you sit on the couch, and the blanket rides high up on your thigh, he realizes you are *only* wearing the blanket he knitted you a few months ago, and suddenly his shell feels way too tight.

He watches you lean over the coffee table and pick up your phone, the red knit sliding across your skin like silk. As a few stands of damp hair fall forward and you reach up to tuck them behind your ear, the blanket slips from one shoulder and his eyes can't help but follow the curve of your throat as his tongue turns to sandpaper.

You lay back on the couch, the blanket shifting to expose the skin of your side, the dip of your hips, the curve of your chest, and he's so focused on the vision in the building across from him he nearly falls off the roof when his phone vibrates.

After taking a moment to regain his footing and his composure, he looks at the phone.

You: [ETA?]

He looks back up at you. You are smiling softly as you wait for a response, red fabric draped across your bare skin, the contrast of color bringing attention to every slight shift in your position.

Fuck, you're beautiful...

You're the whole damn package, really. Smart, funny, a total knockout, what the hell are you doing spending all your time with him when you could be doing literally anything else? How could someone like you even give him the time of day?

Bruiser ♥️ : [Depends.]

He sees you make a face when you receive the message and smirks.

You: [On?]

Bruiser ♥️ : [On how much you miss me. 😏]

He sees a bright smile bloom on your face, and you laugh as you send the text, catching your tongue between your teeth.

You: [Desperately. 😭]

How were you both this fucking cute and this fucking hot at the same time? It can't be legal. A grin brakes across his features as well.

Bruiser ♥️ : [Be there in 5.]

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[love-letters-and-lotus-blossom]

since it was well received and I have more to add...more Splinter thoughts! a special thank you to @turtlecleric for inspiring a few of these thoughts.

The second Splinter realizes that you and one of his sons are falling for each other, he is quietly celebrating and secretly encouraging it. It's small things, so small that the turtle in question doesn't pick up on it.

Oh, you're walking home?

"My son, accompany her! The city is a dangerous place at night."

It's started raining and it's awfully late by the time you get there?

"Stay there and return in the morning. I would not wish for you to take ill."

The two of you are always being sent out on errands, any little thing that means you will be alone together (and it will be the smallest, most time consuming thing but you're both so happy about it because it means hanging out alone), and you very quickly come to one conclusion: Splinter knows. And here you were thinking that your feelings for the turtle were a well kept secret, he must have known since day one (of course he did! The man's a master ninja and a single dad of four, nothing gets passed him).

"And you're okay with that?"

"I am. You make my son happy and Ive ever wanted is for my boys to be happy. And I know he will treat you with the affection and respect you deserve, Y/N."

The fact that you're Splinter's friend is a part of what's so endearing about you in the beginning. Because his dad likes you and spends time with you, so you're around a lot and he gets to know you and spend time with you even more, though the turtles rarely intrude on your time together.

But sometimes, he does join you when you're watching your shows together.

No, he's not really watching and, no, he totally doesn't like it...except that he does, he's so into it and you and Splinter are exchanging looks and trying to get him to watch with you. As a bonus, here's a few shows for each turtle!

Leonardo: Grey's Anatomy, Days of Our Lives, and Generations.

Michelangelo: Dark Shadows, Passions, Loving and The City.

Donatello: As The World Turns, One Life to Live, and Santa Barbara.

Raphael: The Edge of Night, The Young and the Restless, and Ryan's Hope.

It's the offer of sitting next to you that draws him in every. Single. Time. And Splinter's hiding a smile, pretending hot to notice that you're holding hands beneath the blanket and you're pretending not to notice that he's noticed and the turtle is STILL oblivious to it all.

Until he decides to talk to his dad and tell him how he feels about you, wanting advice on what move to make, if to make one at all.

"Why do you hesitate, my son?"

"I just...I just don't know if I'm what she wants. The life I can give her is so different from the sort of life most humans expect, what if it's never enough?"

"What she wants is to be loved. Do you love her?"

"I do."

"Then you are enough."

And when he decides that he is making a move, Splinter announces how happy he is after all, if it hadn't worked out, then all of his hard work would have been for nought, the turtle finally figuring out his father's game.

But it's all good.

Because now you're together and Splinter might just be happier about it then the two of you, just by a little bit. Maybe it's the romantic in him but he loves knowing that two people who are so special to him have found happiness together.

◇ Little Things ◇

◇ You can make sushi and he loves it, so having sushi together becomes a thing while watching your soaps.

◇ Once, you mentioned that some Purple Dragons had started hanging around your neighborhood and bothering folks. So one night, Splinter just waits for them in the darkness, follows a couple of dragons back to wherever the base is and opens a can of whoop ass on 'em, sends them all running far, far away. Then he just casually walks into your place, sits on the coach to order take out and watch TV, and casually announces that the Purple Dragons won't be around anymore.

"What happened?"

"I gave them the guidance they've lacked all their lives. Hopefully, the lesson will stick!"

"And if it doesn't?"

"I can always give them another lesson."

◇ He's very gentle with you and his son's relationship. wanting to make certain that you don't feel pressured or rushed in any way. And you don't. You're happy in your relationship with the turtle and your friendship with Splinter, something he's pleased to hear.

◇ Your watch parties for season starts/ending, holiday specials, or whatever are always themed. You make food and drinks that fits the show, set up the whole living room with fairy lights, make a bingo card for the show's tropes, and everything. And there's always "The Bet". You and Splinter make a big bet on something for the show and, somehow, he always wins, it drives you crazy!