Summary: a little drabble about Raphael deserving a hug once in a while
Raphael sighed, eyes closed tightly as he hesitantly let go of you. The warmth of his touch lingered on your skin, leaving you with a sense of longing. His presence, both alluring and dangerous, had captivated you from the moment you first met.
“How long has it been since someone hugged you?”, you grinned at the cambion who suddenly avoided your gaze.
His eyes momentarily flickered with a mix of emotions, vulnerability creeping through his tough exterior before he regained his composure.
"I'm a devil, little mouse", he huffed, his voice laced with bitter sarcasm, "if you didn't notice it yet, my kind is not the hugging type."
The darkness in his words contrasted with the flickering candlelight that danced upon his raven hair. You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, ignoring his protest.
"Well I believe even the future Archduke of the Nine Hells deserves a hug once in a while."
Your voice was filled with both sweetness and determination, a hint of mischief shining in your eyes. Raphael's gaze softened as he stared at you, his guard slowly crumbling. He understood that trusting you was unwise, you were merely another client, a means to achieve the crown, nothing more. Yet, against his better judgment, he found himself seated in his office with you by his side, inevitably wiggling your way into the heart he thought to not possess. He had never allowed himself to be vulnerable, to truly feel the warmth of anyone's touch. However with you, it was different. You saw him for who and what he truly was, aware of his intentions and plans, and yet, despite it all, you remained by his side, seeking his company, showing him affection, and remaining loyal even in the face of your companions' constant protests. He chuckled to himself as a thought crossed his mind. Maybe there was hope in hell, maybe there was hope for him, just very differently from how he expected it.
Could you do Raphael x clingy reader please it’s so hard to find things with him 🥲
I love the idea that he would try to indulge a clingy MC as much as his sensibilities let him.
RAPHAEL x gn!Reader
0.5k words | SFW | Fluff and teensy bit of Hurt/Comfort
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When Raphael wakes, there is a familiar warmth curled against his back.
He blinks the sleep from his eyes, and his hand stretches to his bedside table so he can look at the time on his D.D.D. 6:54am. He’s an early riser and often wakes before the shrill beep of his alarm. He swipes at the screen and turns it off.
You were up late working on an assignment. By the time it was finished, you were both too tired for much more than a goodnight kiss when you cuddled under the covers together.
Your arm is draped over his waist, your fingers grazing his belly when he breathes. The flimsy t-shirt you wore to bed last night scratches the bare skin of his back in a way that’s comforting - a reminder that he’s lucky to get to spend nights like this with you.
He can hear you still snoring lightly behind him. You could use the sleep, he thinks. He decides not to wake you.
Raphael pushes the sheets away and shimmies forward so he can swing his legs over the side of the bed. The arm over his side tightens and your hand presses down to keep him still.
“Not yet,” you murmur sleepily. Your voice is thick and he can feel the puffs of warm air on his skin when you yawn.
He never had the desire to oversleep before coming to the Devildom. There was no point - it was simply an excuse to be lazy, a pointless delay of his duties. Even now, Raphael can hear the soft shuffling of feet outside his room, quiet yawns and mumbled conversation as the others in his dorm rise and begin to prepare breakfast. He should get up and help them.
“I’ll come for you when breakfast is ready,” he offers. “Go back to sleep, little dove.”
But your arm tightens around him even more. You press against him, slotting your knees behind his like you’re trying to fuse your bodies together. The thought isn’t entirely unappealing, if he’s honest with himself.
“Please stay,” you whisper. Something in your tone sounds wrong, and he maneuvers in your hold as gently as he can so he’s on his side. He can see you properly now. Your eyes look haunted and your bottom lip trembles slightly.
He knows you have nightmares sometimes. He doesn’t ask for details, but he knows enough about your time in the Devildom that he can guess the possibilities.
He slides his arm around you and pulls you against his chest. You melt into him and sigh, murmuring sweet nothings against his skin as your eyes slip closed. He presses the softest kiss to your brow.
He’ll make his apologies to Simeon later.
“Get some more rest,” he whispers into your hair. “I’m here.”
Hello! I'm going through a rough time right now and I was just wondering: can I request the ROTTMNT turtles x a S/O who has anxiety, depression and PTSD? How would they take care of a S/O whose depression spells make it hard for them to get out of bed, take care of themselves etc? Bonus if S/O is plus-sized/chubby and insecure about it.
Hope you feel better soon 💜
Raph Leo Donnie and Mikey x Reader with anxiety, depression and PTSD
Raphael
★ Oh lawd please let him help. He wants, no, he needs to help you. You are his s/o and he cares about you more than you think. Need a mental health day? He's coming over with sented candles and snacks.
★ Anything you need, he's going to give. If you are having one of those days where you feel you can't leave bed he will stay by your side so you don't feel alone. If he needs to leave your side he grabs a few of his favorite teddy bears and puts them on the bed where he was.
★ He's familiar with the concept of having body image issues but never once thought about you having them. Your body is perfect to him. It's soft and warm, ideal to lay down and cuddle with. What could be missing?
★ You are gorgeous. You're probably tired of hearing those words from well meaning people but to him it's true. In his eyes every single thing you see as a flaw is beautiful.
★ "How was your day?" Is asked every night when the two of you meet up. He genuinely wants to know how your day went and how you are feeling. If something went wrong of if you are stressed out about something you should vent.
Leonardo
★ When you start to open up to him about being insecure he is going to feal really bad. Mostly because he knows what it feels like and the idea that you feel the same hurts.
★ He is going to mess up at first, but he wants to help. He regularly sends you random body positivity photos and memes he finds online.
★ One of his go-to ideas for when you're feeling stressed out is to bring you on a walk around the hidden city and do a little sightseeing. Usually it works and you get your mind off whatever was bothering you.
★ PTSD attacks scared him at first, purely because he didn't know what to do. He felt really bad after he first saw you have one because he had to call his sister, April, to help. Later he went down a rabbit hole of googling and websites to know what to do next time.
★ Nowadays he is much more prepared, he knows a few grounding techniques to try and help you through PTSD attacks. He even put together a "emergency Y/n kit" filled with stuff for you. Among other things it's got gum, a soft blanket and some watter.
★ it's just a tote bag that sits in the corner of his room. It also has a few Lou jitsu movies on DVD to watch together.
Donatello
★ You have unlimited access to his room and lab for the sole reason that it's the quietest place in New York. It's definitely not because he worries about you and wants to give you a safe space. Not at all...
★ When you don't have the motivation to get up out of bed you get to have some very rare and valuable Donnie cuddles. Usually he would cuddle you for so long but you need this, so he does it for you.
★ He tries to gently bring up the subject of antidepressants, hoping that you might decide to try them. But in true Donnie fashion does it by saying "Did you know antidepressants affect two neurotransmitters in particular, serotonin and norepinephrine?" Yea, he ain't slick.
★ He would never force or pressure you into going on meds. If you say you don't want to go on them for whatever reason he accepts it and leaves it at that.
★ However, if you choose to he would go over the different types of medication. Lists off the side effects and benefits along with what they actually do. For gods sake, he might go through the process of drug compounding for you. No doctor prescription needed.
Michelangelo
★ Can't find the motivation to get out of bed? He's joining you and ends up clinging to you while asleep. He's only leaving the bed if you leave the bed.
★ However, neglecting your own health is where he draws the line. You are not allowed to neglect yourself (not bathing, eating enough or letting yourself to give up). Imagine him saying "open wide!" While holding a chicken nugget up to your mouth.
★ Venting session might do you some good. If you can't afford therapy (thanks American lack of public healthcare) he will pick up a book on phycology and try his best. He's not the world's best therapist/boyfriend but he's trying.
★ Over time you end up telling him a lot about where your PTSD came from. Mikey is really good at noticing things that upset you now. Along with that he researches the effects of mental illness, to try and know more about what you're going through.
Raphael x fem!mermaid!reader, fluffy, neutral pronouns used for reader but they are implied to be more feminine.
The glimmer of pearlescent purple and blue scales catches your eye, a certain familiar head of purple hair swimming towards you. You gently set down the accessories you'd been adding to your hair upon your vanity, twisting to face him fully.
Raphael comes to a stop, sun kissed hands opening to show you a collection of sea shells in a rainbow of colours. "I got you the prettiest shells in the sea! Do you like them?"
He places them into your hands with a confident smile, completely assured you'd like his present. Glancing to your small collection of trinkets, he wasn't wrong...
"they're gorgeous raph, but why in the world did you bring these for me?" You squint at him suspiciously, your own scaled tail flicking.
He puts his hands on his hips, declaring with all the self assured confidence he displayed when painting, "because that means you like me now, right? I got your favourite things."
You sigh, any flickers of affection being smothered by his usual bratty behavior. "Raph, i think whatever affection i did have just died."
He gasps in faux offense, dramatically placing his hand upon his chest. He swims around you, "but my dear!" He cries, "I simply must be your favorite merperson in the sea!"
He swims towards your couch, falling back onto it with a hand upon his forehead, "i simply couldn't take it if you despised me!"
You swim towards him, flicking his forehead playfully, "raph, that doesn't mean i despise you. Dork."
He frowns at you, all pouts now as he switches his tactics. "Then i must be your favorite, nerd." He tacks on the last word, teasing you back.
You hum, shifting him over to sit with him as you finally cave under his relentless commentary,
Hi! Love how you do Raph scenarios and since I need a break from only pouring out my own ideas i need to be just handed some; could you do some on when s/o comes to the lair visibly worn out after a whole week of work, and how he tries to do what he can for her comfort? I need some fluff mundane stuff, thx
Raphael x Tired. Fem Reader
This is cute!
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🧶Long Day🧶 (TMNT or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)
Warning(s): Fluff
You had a very, very long day, fortunately, you have an incredibly violent, big, cuddly teddy bear to make you feel better.
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"Uhhh," you collapse onto the practice mat as Raph works the punching bag not far from you.
"Long day?" he chuckles.
"Day? Long week. Working sucks sometimes," you whine into the mat.
"Heard that."
The punching stops, but you're much too tired to move your head and see what he's doing.
He lets out a sigh as he sits beside you, "C'mere."
You crawl over the short distance to his lap, snuggling into him, "What if someone comes in?"
"I don't care," he mumbles into your temple.
"I swear I'm gonna be sore until next week..." you sigh.
"Where're you sore, baby?"
"Hm?...I, uh, I usually get sore in my shoulders and..uh..."
Your eyes flutter as hands trail over your shoulders, gently massaging them.
"Mm. I can tell, they're tense."
A few minutes of this and your shoulders completely relax.
"Where else?"
"My legs. Standing and walking all day takes a toll on 'em."
His attention turns to your legs, the same gentle treatment being done to them, "My poor baby, working so hard..."
Your head falls back to his plastron as he works, you give little sighs every few minutes from the relief.
"How're you so good at this?"
"I watched videos."
You giggled, "You're this good from videos?"
"Well, I guess I'm good with my hands too, but ya' know that already," he smirks into your shoulder.
You swat at a bicep, "Don't go there. I'll win that battle and you know it."
"Fine, fine," he dismissed, "Want me to do your feet, too?"
You raised a brow, "My feet? How whipped are you?"
He chuckled, "Dangerously."
"Well, no. My feet are fine, but I'll keep that offer in mind," you smile.
"You better."
Not wanting him to stop the ministrations with your legs, you simply kiss his bicep, "I love you."
It's a shame you miss the biggest smile stretch onto his face at those words.
"Yeah? Love you too, beautiful," he plays off the warmth in his body.
Notes: This is a LOOOONG one, and I made it to appease my Raph galls, as well as to thank all of you who've stuck around to see what I have to offer. I'm so proud of this community!
Oh, the irony.
Some unnamed deity somewhere far off must be laughing their ass off at your horrific predicament.
Is there a worse way to spend your Friday night? There couldn't be.
"Uh, hey, guys!" stuttered a nervous voice over the comm, "It's Donnie!" obviously, who else could it be, you thought as you rolled your eyes, "So, uh, I got the error report back and uhm..." the amount of stuttering in those three sentences led you to believe that you're cooked, positively screwed, and frankly, fucked!
"Just spit it out, four-eyes!"
Oh, you can well and truly, fuck off, sir!
But you said nothing, as per usual. You kept your manners on you, or so you thought, at least.
"Well..." the same uncertain voice of Donatello came through the speaker again, sounding very much like he was preparing to be yelled at, before quickly blurting out "You might have to stay in there for a few hours."
“A FEW HOURS!?!?!” two distinct voices shouted through the comm at the poor box turtle on the other side, and the moment your ears registered the other one, your eyes met, and for the first time in a while the sight didn’t fill you with resentment. At least you could agree on that.
“Just… just hang in there, I have to figure out what’s wrong first, before I can fix anything.”
Beep!
He hung up?
Did he really fucking hang up?!
As you seethed silently, you could hear some shuffling, a displeased grunt, and a sharp bang of something hard against the back of the elevator which made you jump to face the source of the sound.
Raphael.
Shell against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, as if he needed to look any more massive, his electric eyes, bright, noisy, conflicted, like a condensed version of New York itself, rolled to the back of his head and a sigh of what seemed to be annoyance left him.
If only he wasn’t so mean.
Dead New York silence settled into the small metal box you were currently stuck in, which is when the regret of your actions hit you.
For what and why did you need to test out this thing? It wasn’t for you, it was for the boys so they wouldn’t waste time when an emergency happened. And what was the point of testing an elevator anyway? Well, this obviously, but still, should be pretty linear - if it moves up and down, then it’s good, right? And, why you? Why not Leo? Or Mikey? Or, fuck it, why not all of them? Wouldn’t they need to know if it can carry all of them? You, though, were so eager to help, that once Donnie asked who wants to test it out, you immediately jumped from the couch and ran to him. And then, he did something, which would make you suspect him as a master shitster if you didn't know him better. He said “Cool, but I need someone heavier too. Raph, you up for it?”
What?! Why, Don?!
HOUR 1
The silence was starting to annoy you.
It would have been amazing to have someone to talk to in this stupid fucking box, but no, you only had Raphael here.
Seems like he was getting bored of the quiet as well, because a rhythmic tap-tap-tap came from his side of the elevator.
The tempo and meter reminded you of some retro hip-hop ballad like Be Without You by M. J. Blige, and had this been any other person, had it been any other situation, you would have tapped along, hummed, done something, anything.
But this was just annoying.
“Can you stop?” To your credit, you did try to keep some civility in your voice, though you couldn’t tell if you’d succeeded.
“Can ye stop being obnoxious?”
So much for civility.
“Can you stop being a dick 24/7?
A humorless huff echoed around the metal walls, and you prepared for the sheer snark of whatever he had in store for you next.
“Ain’t nobody forcing you to stay.”
Oh, the cheek of that one.
“If you hadn’t noticed, fuckface, we’re stuck here, 90 feet above the ground. There’s nowhere to go.“ you pointedly turned your back to further face him, performatively isolating yourself in the foot-and-a-half-ish of unencumbered space you had to yourself.
“Emergency Trap Door is always an option.” you could basically feel his smugness at that, carrying his voice to you like a smoke cloud of masculine ego, “Ye can always jump.”
What an insufferable creature.
HOUR 2
“I’m still trying to work out what’s wrong with it.”
“Well, can’t you get us out of here and THEN figure it out?” you asked, pressed for some good news, any good news, but all for naught. Donnie was only giving you more ‘stand by’ and that was perhaps more infuriating.
“Well…no. You’re too far from any floor, so climbing up or down is not really an option, and I can’t risk it collapsing with you in it, because I don’t know if the structure will survive a fall like that… You’ll just have to wait.” he hung up again, though this time you tried to take it as a positive. He wasn’t wasting any time dilly-dallying, he was working on a solution. He’d get you out of this nightmare soon enough.
HOUR 3
How come he hadn’t figured it out yet?
How come this fucking elevator THAT HE MADE was continuously outsmarting him?
Donatello was a technical genius, anyone who’d spent more than an hour with him knew that.
What are the odds that he couldn’t get to the reason for this little mishap?
Could he be in on it?
“Stop that.” growls Raphael, turning his head towards you as if to confirm he’s speaking to you. As if there was anyone else there.
“What?”
“That.” one of his thick-as-a-branch fingers points to your leg at which point you notice it’s bouncing up and down in a never ending cycle.
“I get jittery in confined spaces.” you grumble back, and then mentally scold yourself - you don’t owe him an explanation.
Another huff, this one somehow quieter, “Me too.”
All you could hope for was to get out of there sooner. You didn’t want to see his ‘jittery’.
HOUR 4
You were starting to get sleepy.
In fact you would have fallen asleep had it not been for the constant-fucking-pacing of this giant anger-monster you were stuck with.
His steps were getting progressively more erratic, faster, louder as the minutes went by, and at a certain point the noise stopped being a welcome distraction and turned to a constant reminder of why you should always ask to read the terms of service before agreeing to anything.
The moment you got on the ground, Donnie was toast. He was DEAD!
No, wait! No. You were not going to turn into him. After all, it was his temper tantrums you were most sick of. You refused to stoop to that level.
So, you tried to keep your thoughts positive. Clean. Peaceful.
‘Where should I go?
Coz I’ve been everywhere.
But I have nowhere
But in your arms
Give me a sign
My darlin', let me know
If I should let you go
Or if I should fight’
A slow, gentle tune swayed the disturbed waters of your mind into an arrhythmic lul, with the lyrics of the beautiful lullaby. Your forefinger started to tap the slow waltz into your knee as you had, unbeknownst to you, begun to softly hum the tune.
'There's a place inside my mind
Where you and I can dance
Endlessly you hold on to me
And for the first time in a long time
I'm, I am whole'
"Didn't know you could sing."
You were about to retort but remembered how tired you were, so your body chose for you to ignore it.
It must have been around 2 AM at that point. You remembered your pure intentions to just come by the Lair to meet the boys for 'breakfast' at 8 PM, you stayed around till 10 because it was their day off patrol, and it took a while to get yourself to the door at which point, the nerdy turtle asked you to test out the new elevator.
Shockingly, the urge to spit back at Raphael, to fire back some retort or another, hadn't resurfaced since you went on your mental tangent. Maybe you were just that tired.
"There's a lot we don't know about each other." you stated, still trying to find a comfortable position to get some shut-eye in.
"Yeah? And whose fault is that?" he snickered, but didn't seem to get his own joke as there was no mirth in his voice, no laughter.
And you were frankly too tired to be pissed, though not too tired to be honest.
"Yours."
As you shut your eyes and pulled your hood over to protect them from the harsh cold lighting, another one of his low growls echoed around the small chamber, and despite your weariness, your heart still found a way to jump and speed, perhaps in fear or anxiety, perhaps not.
"Sure, blame me for your fuck-ups. No wonder ya so close to Leo."
Your eyes shot open at those words, blood starting to run hot at the accusation, unbeknownst to you, your body was gearing up for battle.
"The fuck are you talking about?! My fuck-ups? What did I EVER do to you?!" the pitch and volume of your voice raised with every next word, and this time you forced yourself to look at him, to gauge his stance and posture, look for a shit-eating grin that was most definitely there. You knew this guy, he loved to stir shit up.
As your head turned away from the metal wall though, your eyes met an unfamiliar sight.
It was Raphael, alright, he was hard to confuse. But he wasn't his usual hulking presence. In fact, he looked like he was trying to shrink into his shell, his eyes cold and dejected, a far cry from the wild, burning pits of fire you knew.
And a pit started to open up in your stomach. Why did you need to yell at him? Well, you did expect him to yell back, but that doesn't make it okay.
But then his face shifted, gone was the soft frown, gone were the sad eyes, as his brows drew together and his lips pulled back in a vicious sneer, you knew you'd been played.
"Nothing!" you had a sense that this wasn't the end of the sentence, so in your rage you found it in you to wait for a second, see what he'd pull out of his ass, "Other than cold-shoulder me for a year!"
The fuck?
Was he trying to rewrite history in real time?
"I was cold to you?!"
"Yeah!"
"For a month after I met your family, you REFUSED to talk to me! At all! Not a 'hi', no 'what's up' or anything?! But I was cold to you?"
"I did talk to ye!"
"Yeah, on month three!"
"Coz I knew we could trust ye then!"
"Oh?! But you couldn't trust me before?!"
"No! Ye could'a been anyone! Ye could'a been Foot Clan, or Sacks' lackey! Ye could'a been after my family!"
His words struck you like a bag of bricks.
Well, shit.
He had a point.
You could have been anyone.
You didn't think it all came from a need to protect his family.
Sure, he was rude to you for some time, but you now knew why, and a tiny sliver of guilt started to slither through the pile of resentment you had for the man.
Do the right thing, you told yourself. Grow a pair, and admit you were wrong.
"Well… I could have…" you couldn't put the words together to express your regret, but you kept pushing on, you thought he'd appreciate a rough but sincere response far more than something long-winded and fake, "I could've been… more understanding. I didn't know that's what you were worried about. I just thought you were mean to me coz you didn't like me." you tried to fake a giggle by the end of the sentence but it sounded forced so your mouth quickly shut to keep any more of it from escaping.
Your gaze ran cycles around the floor, over your pants, the walls, until you finally got the courage to look up at him.
His eyes were back to the bright electric green you remembered, they almost seemed to glow, in fact,with the shock written all over his face. How have you not seen him like this before?
Gone was the macho-man posturing and peacocking, gone were the aggressive mannerisms, gone and forgotten was the yelling and spitting, the dismissive look of forced superiority. There was just Raphael.
Leo had insisted once that his younger brother was not one for words, he preferred actions.
And as if to confirm that, the turtle's eyes met yours for a fleeting second, the corners of his mouth raising just a fraction and he nodded, perhaps in thanks for the honesty, perhaps for other reasons.
He remained a mystery.
HOUR 5
But why didn't you at least take your bag with you?!
You had snacks in there, your phone was in there, you could use that to listen to music, or fuck it, even played some games.
You were so BORED!
At this point, exhaustion had somehow passed and turned into unadulterated boredom and weariness of your circumstances.
And thee, LIGHTBULB!
"Wanna play 20 questions?" you blurted out towards the napping turtle. You somehow knew he wasn't asleep, he just didn't seem to be, and your assumption turned out to be correct as his eyes opened back up and he raised his he'd from where it was leaning on the wall, to look at you.
"What are ya? 9?" he grumbled back, blinking his eyes to adjust against the harsh lighting.
"You got something better to do, Grumpy?" you fired back, maintaining your rebellious stare.
His head turned, eyes rolled again, and a huffed breath left his scarred lips, but he did look back at you with what seemed to be an indignant agreement.
"Me first." what a shock, "Why'd ya stick around?"
"What do you mean?"
"Us. Why'd ya stick around us?"
You blinked twice at that, a bit surprised he'd go there but…
"You know, people usually start with something like 'What's your favourite colour?'..."
"Just answer the damn question."
"Coz I wanted to be friends with you!" your voice was starting to raise again, and you annoyed yourself with how irritable you were but tried to carry on, "I just thought you were cool and fun to be around, and I've always wanted big brothers, and I really admire what you do for the city." your arms were starting to flail around wildly as your anxiety rose, and maybe you did get a bit too personal, he could still mock your answer, so you thought you'd top it off with a joke," And also… Donnie could help with anything so,,, it's good to have him around."
Another huff, this time when you looked at him a tiny grin had managed to make its way onto his lips, head shaking side to side as if he found your answer somehow endearing. Odd.
"My turn." you state excitedly. Another eye roll and you were starting to think this was some kind of tick of his, " 'Die hard' or 'XXX'?"
With no hesitation, not a second to think, he responded " 'XXX'. Vin Diesel is my man."
"Figures you'd like the Big and Bald Mr Diesel." you giggled to yourself, though you did often forget the Hamato had exceptional hearing.
"Why's that?" some of the hostility was returning to him, but at this point you were starting to think that it's just how he talked.
"Game recognizing game."
"Ye must'a put on your funny pants today." he huffed a laugh this time, rearranging himself to sit more upright. "My turn. Where were ya goin' that night when we saved ya?"
It was your turn to sigh heavily. He kept bringing things back to you being untrustworthy, and she you could understand it but that didn't make it any less annoying.
"Well maybe if you hadn't been a dick to me for a whole year, you'd know. I already told your brothers."
His striking eyes dropped to the floor and so did his bolstering ego.
Well, at least he knew he'd fucked up, that was a step in the right direction.
"I was snacky. I was gonna get something for the midnight cravings, coz I had to stay up and study." short and sweet though, it seemed to only spawn more questions, as his eyes widened in disbelief and h, for the first time since you met, looked at you head on.
"Ya went out at night? In New York? To get snacks?"
"My turn!" you shout, enthused to cut the interrogation short, even just for a minute, "If you could be trapped on a dessert island with one person, who would it be and why?"
His chin lifted, exposing some of his neck, and he seemed to observe you curiously as one of his brows raised, but he humoured you.
"Donnie."
"Why?"
"Ye've had your question, shorty!"
"No, it was part of the original question!"
His facade of indignant annoyance of you seemed to be slipping, he actually seemed to be kinda having fun, considering the circumstances.
HOUR 6
"Okay, okay, so this is a weird one but… If you could be any animal on Earth, which one would you be and why?"
"Ye're hilarious, ye know that." deadpan and sarcastic but you were starting to get used to, dare I say, enjoying his 'too cool for school' personality.
"No, I'm serious."
"Turtle."
"You're no fun."
"You?"
"I'd be an axolotl."
"The fuck is an axolotl?"
"It's this little salamander, see…"
HOUR 7
"Oh, I got a good one!" he looked really hyped for this one, he finally eased up on the 'muscle of the group' persona, none of the pent-up aggression, you could talk to him freely without fearing he'd crush your head like a peanut, and you could finally have some fun, even in the circumstances, "If ya could go to space, talk to an alien, what'd you tell 'em?"
"Ooooh, that is a good one." you put your head in your hand hummed along with your thoughts, you'd want it to be something good. "I'd tell them… gosh, I don't know,' Please don't invade us, we're not worth it.'?"
You both cackled at that as if it were the funniest thing in the world. Between breaths you managed to look up at him, his eyes now bright, still the electric green you'd recognise in a lineup, but somehow calmer, less aggressive.
And just then the elevator whirred to life under you, going downward, though shockingly not collapsing, just moving.
"Hey, guys!" a crackly voice filled with static came through the speaker, making you both jusp slightly, "It's Donnie." yes, Donnie, we know, you think yet again, "I've fixed it! It was some kind of power malfunction so the elevator just stopped. You're coming back down now."
You two exchanged a look of both shock and pure extasy, at the thought you'd no longer have to sit and stew in this giant metal box.
Not a second later the elevator stopped on the first floor, where everything had started in the first place.
Your back was to the door, and your ass and back were stiff and sore from the hours you spent in awkward positions. You strained to stand up when a large green hand invaded your vision.
You looked up at Raphael, a small smirk on his face, but not smug or condescending.
You took his hand and he pulled you up with ease, which is when you could finally turn to the door to see a jittery, nervous-looking Donnie, shuffling from foot to foot, and avoiding eye contact.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was gonna do that! The wires had somehow split and the power was cut off! Good to know the emergency mechanisms work though - "
"Donnie!" you shout to get him to stop rambling. "It's fine." you state in a much softer tone, now that you've broken his initial shock, "Would've been good to have some snacks or something up there but it's fine."
"Yeah, but make sure it never happens again, numbnuts." he got a solid shove in the arm by Raph, which he went to rub, but his eyes finally met yours, then fleeted to Raph, so perhaps he'd figured he was no longer in trouble.
"Sorry, again - "
You couldn't hear if he said anything else as a massive yawn rocked your entire being, while your body seemed to remember the time and that you had been sleepy like 4 hours ago.
"You guys… I'm gonna go now. I'll take the tunnels this time though." you proclaimed, turning to look for your bag.
"You're not going out there in the middle of the night, tiny. We don't wanna be saving you again."
"Yeah, babe!" Mikey shout somewhere in the distance before speeding to you on his board, "You should stay over."
You wanted to argue, you really did. But! The pros were more than the cons, for one you were tired as fuck and it must have been around 5 AM, so not too early to be snatched by a thug.
"Thanks, guys." Mikey started whooping and hollering, before Raph interjected.
"You can take my bed to get some shut-eye."
SOMEWHERE IN THE TUNNELS NEAR A POWER GENERATOR
"Do you think it worked?" a strong yet youthful voice murmured in the shadows, before a far more mature and elderly one responded.
“Are you drunk?” Your big red boyfriend looked at you concerned.
“N-No, you’re drunk!” You had a big smile in your face, yeah you were definitely drunk.Raph know you were going to a family reunion, but he didn’t know how you managed yourself to arrive at the Lair and how much you drank, your breath had a light sweet scent of alcohol and fruits and he knew you had a weakness for tropical flavored drinks. Carrying you like a little baby he left you gently in his bed, you had a pretty acceptable resistance to alcohol, but yeah, you were a liiiiitle to dizzy.
“D-did I already t-told you how much I love y-you?” You struggled to say through all your hiccups.
“Yeah.” Raph smiled, when you were drunk you were so cheesy and craving for cuddles.
“I mean nooo.. Y-you’re the Love of m-my Life!” You closed your eyes, feeling the headache approaching.
“Oh god Babe, How much did ya drink?” Raphael was sure you were going to have a terrible hangover tomorrow.
“I’m d-drunk in love with y-you!” You were fighting to the urge of falling asleep.
“I know Babe, and I’m too.” Hugging you, Raphael kept you close to his chest all night, while you murmured in your sleep, and holding back your hair when you were in a rush for throwing up.The next morning you had a terrible hangover just like he predicted, giving you some aspirins and a big cup of coffee, Raph cuddles all day with you, covering you with kisses and making you promise you will never drink that much again.
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I’m really sorry for the sLoOoOw updates, I’ve been feeling pretty down lately.
a/n: I know that Raphael is not one to show affection, but I changed that for this preference. Hope you like it!
Requested on Wattpad.
Jace
You were bored out of your mind, so you had decided to walk around the institute and annoy the living hell out of your fellow Shadowhunters. This got boring too after some time, so you had decided to walk towards the training room to see if there was anything interesting going on.
You stopped right in your tracks in the middle of the doorway as you laid eyes on Jace throwing swords. He looked really focused, so you didn't want to distract him. Leaning against the doorway, you smirked as you watched his arms bulging. He was fit, you thought to yourself. There was something about him that had caught your attention ever since you met him.
As if he felt you eyeing him, Jace turned around to face you with a smirk plastered on his face. He stalked over to where you were stood checking him out, coming to a halt right in front of you.
"Enjoying the view, huh?" he said smugly while crossing his arms over his chest.
"Hmm, you are quite a sight, indeed," you shamelessly flirted back.
Jace let out a chuckle at this, "oh, please. I know I am, darling. But I'll tell you a secret. You are the best sight of the whole institute."
You raised an eyebrow and scoffed. As if.
"No, (y/n), I am serious," Jace said, "you are so damn gorgeous and you don't even know it and- and god, you make me crazy," he added softly.
Your eyes widened at this confession, heart beating faster than usual. Did this mean he liked you? That he was in love with you?
You were so lost in thoughts you barely noticed him pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes widened in shock once again, but soon closed as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against him firmly.
The kiss was amazing, hands down. You were so lost in each other you hadn't noticed someone walk into the training room until they cleared their throat loudly. The two of you jumped away from each other to come face to face with Izzy.
"Finally," she said smugly. "Alec! You owe me 50 bucks, loser!" she ran off after sending you another smirk.
Raphael
The two of you were in the Hotel Dumort, hanging out in Raphael's bedroom, determined to have a bit of alone time. You were lying on his bed, his hands wrapped around your waist and your hands tangled in his hair.
You didn't see Raphael a lot, you being a Shadowhunter and him being a vampire, so being alone with him for once felt amazing.
Raphael stroked your cheek softly and brought his head down to kiss you on the lips. It started off sweet, but you both were so caught up in each other that the kiss soon started to get heated.
"We should do this more often," Raphael said between gasps. You hummed in reply and shut him up by pressing your lips against his firmly.
"Hey, Raphael, I was wondering if you could give me some advice on- oh, holy shit," you were rudely interrupted by Simon, who looked utterly shocked to see you like this.
"Oh, hi Simon," you played it off, "can you save the advice for another time, please? As you can see we were quite busy," you added sweetly.
Simon nodded his head, eyes still wide from shock and sped away quickly.
"I hope we didn't traumatize him too badly," you giggled, making Raphael chuckle.
"Since he knows we are 'busy', why don't we continue what we started?" he raised his eyebrows.
"Sounds like a plan."
Simon
The two of you were walking around town as if you were a normal couple. You loved being able to spend time with him in the daylight. Simon enjoyed every minute of it, especially when he was with you. The two of you had hit it off after you actually bumped into him while leaving the Hotel Dumort. As a Shadowhunter, you had to discuss some things with Raphael, and that is also when you got to know Simon.
From the corner of your eye, you could see that Simon had a smirk on his face and before you could even question him, he grabbed a hold of your waist and started kissing you. In the middle of the pavement.
You pulled slightly away from him after your initial moment of shock, "Simon, someone will see us!" you gasped. You hadn't told anyone about your relationship with Simon yet.
"(y/n), don't worry. Do you have any idea how big this town is? What are the chances of being caught by someone we know?" he smiled.
You let his words sink in for a little while and came to the realization that he was probably right, so you nodded your head and slammed your lips against him once more.
You were pulled away from Simon when someone bumped into you.
"Oh, excuse m- wait a second. (y/n)? Simon?" a voice behind you said. You turned around and came face to face with Jace.
Simon awkwardly scratched the back of his neck while you stood there grinning sheepishly. Jace smirked and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Who would have thought. Anyways, here's an advice. Would you please keep this for the bedroom only? It's kind of disgusting to watch, you know."
Jace left after sending you one last look, making you turn towards Simon and breaking out in a fit of giggles.
Alec
"Darling, you look fantastic," Alec said as he came up behind you, putting his arms over your waist.
"Alec, I just walked out of bed," you giggled as you were brushing your hair. The look on his face made you feel butterflies, he gave you a look so full of love you were afraid your legs would collapse.
"You have no idea how stunning you are, (y/n), I am so lucky to have you."
"Now you are just being sappy and lovey dovey, Alec," you smiled as you wrapped your arms behind his neck, bringing him down to your level so that you could kiss him. You always had to stand on your tiptoes to reach him.
Alec deepened the kiss and let his tongue slide over your lips, asking for entrance.
"Alec! Something happened in the training room, I need you to come with me right now," Izzy walked in, jaw dropping at the sight before her.
"As much as I would love to tease you about this right now, I really need you to come with me," she said, quickly sending you a wink as she ran away.
Alec pressed one last kiss to your lips before he ran off as well. That sure was interesting.
