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Happy New Year!

Originally posted by alphabetbet

Raphael x Reader

Happy New Year!

Prompt: Raph’s girl has been home for the holidays, but comes back New Year’s Eve to surprise him!

Note: I took a little liberty here. Okay, so reader is not officially Raph’s girl. Yet. But boy, does he want her to be. Because I’m a ho for scenarios where the two are crushing and then finally get together. So yeah. Enjoy.

You walked into the lair quietly, each step carefully placed as to not make any noise. Raph was right there watching the New Year’s Eve broadcast with his brothers, and you were going to scare the shit out of him.

Mikey spotted you, but you continued, raising a finger to your lips to quiet him. He nodded silently, dragging his pinched fingers across his lips.

“Boo!” You shouted, reaching around him to cover his eyes as he jumped in shock. “Guess who.”

“April.” His gruff voice offered. His brothers smiled as they watched the exchange.


“Well yer hands are too small to be Casey and (Y/N) is in California with her family, so…”

“Take a peek, Red.” You removed your hands from his emerald eyes. They widened at the sight of you.

“I thought ya were-”

“Came back early to surprise you. Couldn’t miss New Year’s with my boys, right?” You smirked and hopped over the back of the couch. Raph’s cheeks flushed and he managed a small nod and a smirk. But what you had meant to say was: couldn’t miss my chance at a New Year’s kiss, right? You knew he probably didn’t feel the same way about you, but it was worth a shot.

“I missed you, angelcakes!” Mikey went in for one of his signature bear-hugs, causing Raphael to roll his eyes and huff softly. Was this jealousy, or just Raph being Raph? It was hard for you to decipher, but you hugged his youngest brother anyway before plopping back down next to Raphael.

“So uh, how was Christmas?” you asked.

Lonely without you.

“All right.” Raph grunted, arms across his large chest. “Yours?”

“It was nice. Mom and Dad miss having me close, but they know how much I like it out here.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?” A smirk tugged at his lips. You shrugged.

“I dunno. But I have a bunch of cool friends here, so there’s that.” You playfully nudged him. He chuckled. “Anyways,” you opened the large gift bag you had brought in with you. “I picked up some of the non-alcoholic white grape sparkling champagne whatever,”

“The what?”

“Here.” You handed him one of the bottles to check out. He nodded before handing it back. You poured some into glasses and distributed it to everyone. Raph took a little sip, but you put your hand on his large arm. “You’re supposed to save it for the ball drop!”

“Oh, sorry.” He lowered the glass. “New Year’s is new ta me.”

“I know.” You smiled. He smiled back, and you feared your heart would leap out of your chest. God, Raph didn’t smile often, but when he did, it was the handsomest thing you’d ever see. Gorgeous. The way his eyes would sparkle a little and the smile seemed to light up his whole face.

“Hey (Y/N),” Mikey leaned in to whisper in your ear, but he was whispering way too loud, as he usually did. “Maybe you’ll get a New Year’s kiss!”

“Shut up!” you playfully elbowed him. Raph pretended not to hear, but he did. A smirk tugged at his lip as an idea crossed his mind. Maybe you would get a New Year’s kiss…


You and the boys were all standing now, counting down the ball drop at the top of your lungs. Raph couldn’t help but smile at how excited you were. Mikey had a legion of party poppers, Donnie had the noisemakers, and Leo was sprinkling confetti.

“THREE, TWO, ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!” You looked up at Raphael, who towered over you. He smiled softly as he looked down at you. There was something soft in his eyes. Something gentle. Raph reached down and stroked your cheek with one of his thick green fingers, brushing the hair out of your face.

“Happy New Year, Raphael.” God, he loved the sound of his name on your lips.

“Happy New Year.” He replied. And with that, he bent down for a gentle kiss. He defied expectations when it came to kissing. He kissed you as though you were made of glass, a china doll that would shatter under his touch.

“Yeah! Get it, Raph!” Mikey cheered. Raph fought the urge to beat his little brother and instead, continued kissing you. Both of his huge hands held your face to his, and both of your hands came to rest on his plastron. He had to bend waaay down to kiss you, but he didn’t mind in the slightest. When he pulled away, he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Sorry ‘bout that. I uh-”

“I liked it. A lot.” You stood on your toes to kiss his cheek before heading to the kitchen to reload on pizza. “We should do that more often.”

“Yeah…” He held a hand over the bright red lipstick mark on his cheek, stuck in a daze as he gave his little brother a high-five. “We should…”


I just… I don’t quite know where to start. I don’t want to start from the beginning, because that was frankly awful, but wow. I have met Benedict Cumberbatch AND Daniel Bruhl. (P.S. I’m separating this post into two parts: Daniel first, and Benedict later, because that’s the order in which I met them.)

Living in this country, I have never ever imagined that Benedict or Daniel (or anyone else) would want to come here. Why would they? But they did tonight. And tonnes of other people. And they made what used to only exist in my imagination a reality. I’m in shock and disbelief. But mostly joy. Euphoric joy. 

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