#master splinter x reader

[6mommymilkers9]

Could I request for headcanons of TMNT 2012 Splinter react to his s/o saying they know how it feels to be discriminated especially of something that they can't control when he asks how are they so open minded?

Splinter reacting to GN! Reader about discrimination

• Splinter was never one for letting words, or even actions get to him. Over the years, he had learned to control his emotions, ever since….

• This one particular day, the turtles were out on a patrol, allowing their father to have some free time. Meditating was usually what he enjoyed, but today, it was the television.

• Remote in hand, arm wrapped around your shoulders, the rat clicked through different channels, eventually the news catching his attention.

• “Mutants running rampid! What are we going to do with these creatures? Trap them? Possibly work with them? The media doesn’t know. This is Lou Jitsu, Channel 6 news!”

• With a small sigh, the older male switched the channel once again, not really caring for what was on the screen. Eyes furrowed, staring at the tv, knew this bothered your spouse, as it did you.

• You never cared for what he had looked like, why do others? “Splinter, you okay?” You asked, turning your attention to your mate, laying your hands on his thigh. “Y/n, throughout my lifetime, humans have always been scared of the unknown. It’s never bothered me; how I look. And I look at you, my mate, living in such fear, hatred. How do you stay open?”

• Giving Splinter a small smile, you could only breathe out a small laugh. “Yoshi, it’s because it’s not just mutants humans have done this too. School bullies? Yeah, I’ve been through that. I’ve been shunned and ridiculed to high hell, but there’s a point where I knew my self worth; where they taught me that judgement is sometimes horrible. I choose to see the good, in people, in you, and our sons. That’s how I do it. You have to push past the fear and anger. If not, it consumes you, you know?”

• With a small “Hm”, the rats gaze bore into yours, a soft look written. “I suppose so, darling.” He muttered, pulling you onto his lap, paws locking onto your back. “You have done so much for me and our sons. With you, my life is normal.”

• Wrapping your arms around Splinter, your face heating up, you planted a small kiss on his snout, making the rats nose scrunch. “With you, my life is perfect. I love you sweetheart.” “And I love you.”

[httpvomitello]

heeeeey girl or boy idkn sorry ahaha, I would like the idea or the reaction of bay tmnt or rise or both of them that splinter has a man partner, that they have a new cool dad that contrasts splinter's attitude

Hello! I'm a girl 😊. Anyways ~ i hope you like it! ♡♡♡♡

The Cool Dad *⁠.⁠✧

Leo doesn’t immediately warm up to the idea

He’s used to Splinter’s disciplined ways, so this easygoing, “normal” guy feels a little out of place

Leo observes quietly, unsure what to make of him

Over time, Leo realizes he’s just here to be supportive and present, with no agenda or hidden teachings

Leo starts to appreciate the simplicity of it; it’s nice to have someone around who just wants to listen, chat, and occasionally tell him that he’s doing great without expecting anything in return

The new dad shows Leo that it’s okay to just be, to hang out and relax without constantly pushing himself to improve

Leo finds himself loosening up, realizing that even a little downtime has its own kind of value.

Raph clicks with him almost immediately

He’s the first adult figure who doesn’t seem fazed by Raph’s attitude or rough edges

Instead, he laughs it off, treating with a level of casual respect that Raph instantly appreciates

He’s not there to discipline or shape Raph’s attitude, he just encourages Raph to be himself

Raph’s never had someone outside the family who gets him so well

If Raph’s training or punching a heavy bag, he’ll be there cheering him on or even helping, ir just talking

The casual bond they share makes Raph feel seen and appreciated, maybe even more understood than he is by his own brothers.

Donnie’s intrigued but unsure of what to expect

When he realizes this guy doesn’t know anything about ninjutsu or science, he’s both a little relieved and curious to see what he’s all about

He quickly finds that Splinter’s partner has a surprising amount of curiosity and interest in Donnie’s work, even if he doesn’t understand it all

He encourages Donnie to share his projects, hyping him up even if he’s clueless about the details

Donnie isn’t used to having someone cheer him on with no questions asked

The support is genuine, and he starts feeling more confident in himself

It’s refreshing for him to have a cool dad who just thinks everything he does is awesome.

Mikey absolutely loves him right from the start

He’s fun, engaging, and doesn’t shy away from Mikey’s goofiness

In fact, he joins right in, making Mikey feel totally accepted

They quickly develop a bond over movies, snacks, and games

Mikey finally has someone who’ll watch every cheesy movie and try his new recipes without a second thought

They share inside jokes, and Mikey feels like he has a buddy who genuinely gets his vibe

He hypes up Mikey’s art, jokes, and wild ideas

For Mikey, who’s used to being the “baby” of the family, it feels amazing to have someone who lets him shine without teasing him, boosting his confidence in all the right ways.

[dragonridernoobie]

(2012)Master splinter x a younger male reader?

Ok, I don't know what you want (Y/N) to be but I will do my own thing. I hope you like it!

2012 Splinter X Male Reader

Master Splinter had 4 sons. Michelangelo, donatello, leonardo, and rafael. He raised them since they were babies. He showed them how to fight, cook, know right from wrong, and how to live in a world of humans who fear them.

Though, over the years, they learned how to be friends with some humans, and they now hang with them full time in the sewers. Master Splinter was never more proud since his boys were showing that not all mutants were monsters.

Through the years, his boys went through alot of stuff. Like fighting the crang (idk how to spell it since I'd if it is called krange or krang) going into space, back in time, and more.

One thing he was not expecting was his boys to bring him a small Mutant baby. They found it in a crang laboratory.

Master Splinter taking it in immediately, this little boy reminding him the time were his 4 sons were babies. Though, he mostly took it since his boys don't know how to care for a baby.

When Master Splinter took this little Mutant as his own, he immediately started to feed it and everything.

He named this little Mutant (Y/N). He was a very cute Mutant.

Master Splinter showed his boys how to care for a baby to, so they would know how to.

When it was time to change dippers though, Master Splinter never seen his boys clear a room so fast before.

He decided to use that as a threat when they misbehaving.

It works extremely well.

He let's his sons baby sit (Y/N) but there were times were he head a near heartattack since they did things that were not baby safe.

Like skateboarding while holding (Y/N) or doing parkor while holding (Y/N).

Though, even if the brothers are sometimes crazy with their younger brother, they are the best big brothers to.

They help (Y/N) with his work, how to fight, and beat up anyone who is mean to their brother.

Without letting Master Splinter know.

The family just got a lot bigger but better.

When Amy comes to meet their little brother, she immediately fell in love with him

She named her self (Y/N)s aunt and best friend.

Jacky (i think that's what his name is) shows (Y/N) how to play hockey but wasn't allowed to babysit (Y/N) alone anymore since the first and only time he did, he used (Y/N) as a golly for a hockey ring.

It was a wierd family but a perfect one.

You (Not my art)

[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.

[hotheadedhero]

Baby Bump

AN: A little insight to how the turtles are during your pregnancy because, I dunno, it's cute to think about and fever got me rn

A soft follow-up to this 💖

2003 Turtles x Reader

Leonardo

Whilst Leo is sensible and typically thinks before he acts, he once made the sore mistake of telling you to calm down when hormones were particularly unforgiving. He had only meant to ease you in the gentlest way possible but it wasn't taken as such. You could have given Raph a run for his money, jeez. That being said, the brother in question did have some sage advice to give in that when things are already wracking your nerves, the last thing you need to hear is 'calm down'. He supposes he should have known that but he isn't used to you wearing a short fuse.

That has been by-the-by now and it's clear that a lot is going on the closer you get to the nine-month mark. He doesn't want you to get stressed out. There's no imagining the strains your body must be going through, so he makes a point of eliminating as much hassle as possible. Need peace and quiet? He'll take his brothers top side to give you space. Chores and general responsibilities that require a lot of movement? A thing of the past. He took on your share of duties as soon as your bump started to show.

Expect frequent pampering and looking after from this man, some of which is in the form of meditation. His favourite way of doing this is with you sitting facing one another, close enough so the feet and knees of your crossed legs are touching. In this particular session, you're having a little more trouble clearing your mind. It seems someone is a little active in making their presence known, kicking and poking against the inside of your belly. Leo peeks an eye open, breathing a short chuckle, and places his hand on your stomach.

In almost an instant, the baby stops and settles, leaving you both with a widened stare in each other's direction. Seems the message came across. Whether it's pure coincidence or not, it makes his heart melt and his pride grow. There's still some time to go before he gets to meet this bundle of joy but he's already so proud.

Raphael

Raph likes to carry you around when you're too tired to do so yourself. Does this change as the bump grows? Like hell, it does. Despite how much you insist that you're too heavy, he continues to carry you from place to place. It's like killing two birds with one stone: your feet can get some rest and he can make his flirtatious remarks about how much you love his strength. Try as you may to refute this, he's quick to remind you of how you got pregnant in the first place. That always shuts you up.

With how big your belly has gotten, his current favourite way of cuddling is when you're sat on his lap, back pressed against his chest, so that he can rub your stomach and keep you both close to him. It's the perfect means to lull you to sleep for those long days of carrying the baby around. Although, it gives him amble opportunity to think, to envision this future, and worse of all to get worried.

What if this kid doesn't like him? What if he doesn't like this kid? He isn't exactly well-versed with children and this isn't something he can practise for either. He thinks about how difficult he was growing up, how much trouble he caused, and if karma will bestow him the same treatment. That would just be his luck, wouldn't it?

Too scared to bring up the subject with you, Mikey's the only one who manages to get it through his skull that there are going to be difficulties. No family is perfect, especially them, and everyone here seems to be pretty happy, right? Right. He can hardly argue with that, even if it is advice from his bonehead of a brother. Raphael can't anticipate what this lifestyle is going to be like but the two of you are in it together, always.

Donatello

The stereotype that the soon-to-be mum is the one who gets in a tizzy about keeping tabs on the baby's progress couldn't be more wrong in this instance. Not to say that Donatello has been stir-crazy on the whole thing - at least not since you kindly suggested that he need not worry so much - but he's been taking all of the precautionary measures to ensure you and your shared creation are safe and healthy. Good thing technology has its collective perks once again; tracking with you every step of the way with this baby app you both downloaded.

He may or may not have taken the liberty of making an ultrasound machine from old hospital equipment he's found in several junk yards. Don't worry, everything has been sanitised to perfect cleanliness for your benefit and safety. He wouldn't want to feed into the irony by making you ill by trying to help. The only mishaps are when he almost blows himself up but what's new? Your heart swells with affection for the turtle who is so dedicated to making this experience special, even if it means there are a few mechanical hiccups along the way.

Whilst the aid of machines is sweet and all, you do assure him that he's enough without them. Bless the eccentric genius for what he does but in doing all of this, he actually ends up spending a little less time with you than you would hope.

That's when he gets into massages. He knows what methods are best for rolling out those tight muscles but identifying which parts of the body are suffering most is where he's a little stumped. Luckily, when it comes to pressure points, Leo has plenty of sage advice to give on that one, along with aligning your chakras, and it's come in handy. Donnie isn't sure you've ever melted so much into him.

Michelangelo

It's been a learning experience for you both as to be expected but there are so many things that Mikey wouldn't have even thought about with you being pregnant. Mood swings were to be expected but not of this magnitude. Thankfully, if they're particularly bad, you're never short of a good distraction and a laugh when it comes to this guy. He'll do anything for his special lady. At least, where he can.

What he's disliked the most from your list of tribulations is how nauseous you get. Worst of all it's when you go off certain foods completely. That's why he's put so much time into figuring out new recipes and trying to make sense of all this dietary stuff. If he's being honest, all the vitamin mumbo jumbo has been the most confusing part of it.

No worries! Big bro Donnie is here to save the day by simply listing what foods should work best and what your body really needs - mostly folic acid and electrolytes. He has no idea what these things are, even after browsing the internet, but the main matter is making sure you get them in your system. Hey, he's never one to turn down new recipes for his portfolio, so it's an added win. The real win here, in your eyes, is the fact that he's applied all of this for the sake of looking after you.

He's been excited about showing your baby all of his comic books but he's too impatient for his own good. During the evenings, he'll read his comics to your bump, describing the pictures and making sound effects to help create the image. Rest assured, you're probably going to have a little comic book lover in the making.

Splinter has been a quiet observer, feeling ever so proud of his son for taking to oncoming fatherhood as naturally as he had himself all those years ago. It isn't without its hiccups but this is a journey full of both wonderful and scary learning experiences, even before the arrival of little feet. There's a lot to prepare for.

As a soon-to-be grandfather, he'll do his part to make sure you are comfortable. Most of this involves checking on you when he can and calming teas to keep your mind and soul calm. And, perhaps, the odd soap or two on TV for when the boys are making their rounds on the surface. It's a small pass time but one he thoroughly enjoys partaking in whilst keeping you company and it goes without saying that you feel the same, thankful for his like-mindedness for the domestic simplicities.

[littlefanficprincess]

Below The Surface

Tmnt 2012 x (Fem) reader

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Synopsis: The turtles reunite with a childhood friend.

(A/n): The timeline is changed a bit, they are let out to the surface for the first time but before April was kidnapped.

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Moving to a new place is not something you can used to easily, especially a big city like New York. It wouldn't be surprising that parents would lose their child on the first day.

"Ow..." A small voice mumbles as a girl falls on her arms and legs, her shoes, socks and (skirt/shorts) were soaked by the sewer water.

The four years old had tripped into an uncovered manhole and fell in. Who would even leave open a manhole like that?

"You shouldn't have gone up there, what if master Splinter finds out?"

"It was only a peek, he won't know a thing"

"Wait, what was that noise?"

"It was coming from over there"

(Y/n) pushes herself off the ground, trying to shake the water out of her shoes. She squints her big (e/c) eyes when she sees four sillouettes heading her way. They were a bit shorter than her.

When they get close enough, the light escaping through the manhole illuminate their forms. Short humanoid green creatures black eyes, slight differences between them. They looked like they were straight out of an alien movie, but just with shells instead.

"What is that thing?" One with a bandaid on its cheek asks, disgust on its face."It looks like us, is that fur coming out of its head?" The tallest one observes.

"We shouldn't go near, it could be dangerous" The plain looking one warns the others.

"So cool!" The one with freckles smiles, didn't seem to be listening. He approaches the girl with curiosity "What are you?"

(Y/n) tilts her head as he leaned in closer. "I am a human, nice to meet you...turtles?"

"It can talk!" The bandaged turtle yells, pointing at her. They haven't seen any other species beside the rat that had cared for them since before they could even remember.

Then it was the tall turtle that began walking up to her. He stands behind her, pulling on her hair. He watches as her head would slightly tilt back as he pulled.

"Ow, that hurts" (Y/n) complains, pulling away from his grip. "It's not fur, it's hair"

"Hair...interesting" The tall turtle mumbles in amazement.Hesitation leaves the bandaged one's mind, deciding to join his brothers.

"Wait, Raph–" The plaine turtle calls out, but was ignored. First they break the 'no going to the surface' rule and now they are interacting with a 'you-man'.

'Raph' scowls, eyeing the human child. "Are all of you 'you-mans' this ugly?" He questions, poking at her cheek. "Why is it so squishy?"

The remaining turtle sighs as he realised he failed to get his brothers to listen to him. He follows after, standing next to the others. He judges aside Raph, looking straight into the girl's eyes. "Your eyes" he mentions.

His words catches the attention of the turtle with freckles. He leans over, looking at her eyes aswell. (Y/n) just saw two pair of black beady ones. "They're pretty! Like that big shiny rock master Splinter has"

"It's called a gemstone, Mikey" The turtle next to him corrects him.

"Gemstones, I like it!" Freckle throws his arms around (Y/n)'s shoulder, rubbing his cheek against hers. "Can we keep it, I will care for it real good!"

"I'm not a pet, you know" (Y/n) pouts, crossing her arms.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes"

"We can't, we have already been away for too long" Plaine argues.

"Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo?" They hear someone calls out.

In a flash, the turtles had dissapeared. (Y/n) looks around confused, wondering where they went. She looks back up the manhole opening, seeing a ladder on the wall below.

Not having much choice, she climbed up it. She snuck out of the alleyway, being met with the sunlight. She was soon found by her parents, her dads didn't believe her story about talking turtles. They wrote it off as it being her imagination.

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Timeskip

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Then twelve years later, (Y/n) lays awake in her bed. Everytime she closed her eyes, she finds them open again. She gives up trying to sleep and gets out of bed.

She opens the door to her balcony and takes a seat on her balcony. She looks up at the sky, she would see stars if the air wasn't so polluted. She squints her eyes when she sees something on the roof of the building that was in the other side of the street.

(Y/n) gets up and leans on the railing, trying to get a good look. Were those...turtles? Each wearing a different colored badana, blue, purple, red and finally orange.

The shortest turtle stops in place, turning towards her. The two make eye contact, both not moving an inch. She hears one of the other turtles call out to him, so he runs off.

'Those guys were real this whole time. I'm not hallucinating, right? Are they ninja now? Would they remember me? Probably not'

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Timeskip

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(Y/n)'s eyes snap open when she hears knocking on her window. She pushes aside the curtain to see the shortest turtle hanging upside infront of her window.

She gets up from her bed and opens the door to her balcony. She watches as he lands on the balcony, a big smile on his face. She barely gets time to react as he pulls her into a tight hug.

"Gemstone! I thought I'd never see you again" He says, excitedly. Then letting go of her, bouncing up and down.

"You still remember me?" (Y/n) says surprised. She regonised as the turtle with freckles, his skin was more on the lime side compared to his brothers.

The turtles grabs her face, squishing her cheeks. "How could I forgot this cute face. Also I remember you by your eyes, so shiny like gemstones" He cooes.

(Y/n) graps his three fingered hands, pulling them down, but not letting go. "You have a great memory. My name is (Y/n), nice to meet you"

"The name is Michelangelo" He steps back, pulling out a pair of nunchucks and spinning it around. "But most people call me Mikey" His eyes suddenly light up, getting an idea. "What if I bring you to lair, I can't wait to see their reactions"

Looking back into her room, the girl thinks. "My dads aren't home, so they won't notice... It couldn't hurt, right" She slightly shrugs her shoulders.

She watches as he turns around and hunges over. "Get on!" Hesitantly, (Y/n) does as he says and climbs onto his back. She grips tightly his shoulders as he holds her legs. She tries her best to not scream her head off as Mikey jumps off the balcony and onto the next roof.

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Timeskip

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Quietly, Mikey leads (Y/n) into lair. She hides behind his shell as he shuffle towards his room. His brothers didn't pay too much attention to him. Leo was watching a tv show, Donnie was in his lab and Raph was reading something.

The turtles and his human friend sneak into the bedroom. (Y/n) tenses up when the foul smell of dirty clothes and moldy food hit her nose, it was definitely worse than the smell of the sewers.

"I'll be right back, gotta do something real quick. stay here" Mikey says, as if he was he talking to a dog. He slowly walks out and closes the door behind.

(Y/n) looks at the mess covering the bedroom. She folded the dirty underwear, questioning why he would even wear them.

Raphael eyes his brother as Mikey walks out of his room. He hears something coming from the room, sounding like things being moved. It couldn't be any of his brothers, meaning there was an intruder.

He gets up from the couch, pulling out one of his sai. He strolls over to Mikey's room, slowly opening the door. There he finds a girl, folding clothing. She didn't seem to have heard him. He puts the sai towards her. "What do you think you're doing here?" He questions her.

Flinching at the unfamiliar voice, (Y/n) realises she had been caught. She slightly turns her, looking who was standing behind her.

A turtle, a bit taller than Mikey. He wore a dark red bandana, which was a bit tattered. There was a small crack in the front of his shell, makes (Y/n) connect him with the turtle who had a bandaid on their cheek. Then she notices the weapon he had pointed her. "Um...I come on peace" She akwardly smiles.

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Walking out of Mikey's room was Raph, pointing his weapon at a girl who was walking infront of him. "Look at what I found doing laundry in Mikey's garbage dump".

Leo looks away from the Tv, wondering what his brother was talking about. His face turn to surprise and then to fear "A human!?".

"Apparently Mikey got followed back here, not sure why you would good his underwear" Raph mutters, poking the girl's back with his sai.

The door lab opens, revealing Donnie. He pulls his goggles from his eyes, putting it on his forhead. "What is going on, I heard yelling" He looks at Lei, than Raph and then... "A human!?" He puts his hands over his mouth, realising that he could've alerted master Splinter.

"That's what I'm asking"

(Y/n) holds up her hands, trying to not get stabbed. "Listen, there is a good explanation for this"

A door slams open and Mikey comes running in. He stand between (Y/n) and his brothers, waving his arms. "Guys, guys, it's chill. It's just gemstone"

"Gemstone?" Donatello repeats, confused. He cautiously approaches.

"You mean the one we found in the sewers when we were little?" Leo asks, getting up himself. (Y/n) suspected him being the plain one and the tall one, being the tall one obviously.

Mikey crosses his arm, with a proud expression on his face. "The one and only" He brags, smiling.

Now being surrounded by the four turtles, (Y/n) realises how much they have grown. When she first met them, they were a bit smaller. But now they were almost towering over her.

Suddenly she feels a tug at her head, making her head tilt back. She realises it was one with the purple bandana, just like when they were little. "Ow, it's not fur..."

Donnie's eyes widen at her words. "...it's hair" He finishes the sentence. "Yeah, alright. It's her" He admits, feeling the texture of her hair.

"Anyways, my name is (Y/n). It's nice to meet you all again" (Y/n) introduces herself, fiddling with her sleeves.

The turtle with blue bandana places his hand on his chest. "I'm Leonardo, the one pulling your hair right now is Donatello and the angry looking one is Raphael, you already seem pretty familiar with Mikey"

"What is going on here?" Everyone seem to freeze when they hear master Splinter's voice. They turn to see him, looking stern at them.

"Sensei, I–" Leo tries to explain, but his defenses seem to melt away when he sees his father's gaze. Him and Raph step aside to reveal (Y/n).

"I let you go to the surface and you being back a human?" Master Splinter says, infuriated by his sons' decision.

Before any of the turtles could speak, (Y/n) steps forward. "Please, don't get angry at them, sir. It's not their fault. I had accidentally fallen into a manhole and wandered my way here, they were trying to get me out". The four brothers look surprised at her, not expecting her to lie for them.

The humanoid rat looks down at her, stroking his thin beard. "I must admit, taking the blame for them is quite honorable. But falling into the sewers is something you usually don't do twice".

"Twice? Wait, you knew?" Leonardo asks him.

"I have keen sense of smell and hearing, also you are pretty loud" Master Splinter explains, looking at (Y/n) once again. "Do you promise to keep our existence a secret from the rest of the world".

(Y/n) nods, looking up at him with a determined expression on her face"I won't tell a soul".

Master Splinter smiles, knowing that he could trust the girl. "Then you are welcome to reside here when you see as needed"

"Oh yeah!" Mikey cheer, pumping his fist. The other three couldn't help, but also be happy she gets to stay.

Their first human friend, reunited with them once again.

[downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles]

Raphael's First Love—A Talk With Splinter

part of the First Love Talk miniseries!

sfw 💫 word count: 1.2k

The old metronome in the corner of the dojo ticked on incessantly as Raphael sat in indignant silence with Master Splinter. After four outbursts, a fight with Leonardo, and days of distance, Splinter had put his foot down and called his son in for a talk about his behavior. Beneath his stern exterior, Splinter was concerned.

"Raphael, explain yourself," Splinter demanded with a calm voice, treading a thin line with his angriest son's temper. Not out of fear—Splinter could and would easily put the giant back in his place even as an old rat. That was no issue. "What has gotten into you?"

Weeks of this crap, that's what, thought Raph bitterly. Weeks of feeling sick to his stomach every time she was around, trying to put up a good front and getting embarrassed by himself or his brothers; he felt stupid. Weak. Utterly at her mercy, and she didn't even know. Good. I don't want her to. Splinter gave him a skeptical eye. He shifted his position multiple times, uncomfortable and trying to look casual. Grunted dismissively. But he knew his father was not going to take that for an answer. He let out a scoff, dodging eye contact, "Things gettin' under my shell like usual."

"But not like usual, because you are worse-off than usual," observed Splinter.

His mental health was actively declining the more he deliberated on the pang in his heart he felt when he thought about her. It made his guts twist to think about why he was so angry, why he was even afraid of her, deep down. The last thing he ever wanted to admit to himself, let alone Splinter, was that he cared what she thought. A lot.

Too much.

All of his brothers seemed so confident, and yet he was self-conscious. Why? Why do I gotta be like this?!

Raph shrugged. "You know me, master. Comes with the whole package, whether all of you like it or not." He was already moody, prone to rapidly-changing emotions. That was never a guess, it was a given. "Look, I'll do us a favor and just end this convo now—I ain't in a bad way. And Leo needs to stay in his lane comin' to you over a little fight." He started to get up, leave the terrible silence of the training room and that god awful ticking metronome. Splinter jabbed his cane into his plastron, knocking him back, and then brought it down hard on his foot. Raph yelped and stumbled down, quickly reassuring his seated position.

"Enough!" Splinter barked. "Sit, Raphael."

Splinter had his full attention, now. The top of his foot ached dully.

Raph was seething on the inside. On the outside, he slumped over his knee, hiding his face behind his thick forearm.

This was all her fault. If she hadn't fallen—literally crashed—into their lives, he would be fine. There would be no question about what to do or what he was feeling. It was always them and the shadows—no people, no complications. He always knew that would never be accepted despite craving it with every ounce of his being. Why change that? Why suddenly bring more emotions into the mix? Before her, it was all straightforward. Now, he worried if he was too brutish, too much of a freak, if his normal habits weren't so "normal". He didn't want to feel like he was under one of Donnie's microscopes, with her eye looking through the lens.

Splinter furrowed his gray brow at him, resting his hands on his cane. "This is about your self esteem, is it not?" he questioned carefully. Prying.

"You couldn't know anything about it!" Raph shouted back. He swung his hand as he spoke. "I'm a six-foot turtle, there's no changing it! No changing me!"

Sighing a light breath, Splinter closed his eyes. This was going to be the challenge for the day. No day was without its challenges. He recentered his thoughts, looking for a different angle. He wanted to speak his son's language.

"Correct, there is no changing you."

Raph stuttered on his response as his face fell almost imperceptibly, but Splinter knew every minute expression of his kids.

If she knows, I'm done for. Raphael's mind was swirling and his thoughts were reaching dead-ends left and right. There was no changing. No hope? He couldn't tell. He'd given up before he'd even tried. Because like his weapon, he was defensive, and did everything possible to protect what? Himself. His big, soft heart in there that needed some serious attention. The thought of telling her made him want to hurl. But like a moth to a flame, he kept coming right back to her, torturing himself with "what-if's" and doubts he had all the while.

"What do you want me to say, Splinter?" Raph spat with a low voice.

"I want you to be honest with yourself," Splinter replied.

Raph poked the tip of his sai into the mat before him, digging it into the material. "Okay, I'll bite," he said, "what do you think I'm lyin' about? Huh?"

He already knew the answer to that. It was everything; he rejected the shyness he felt inexplicably when she was around. He felt dirty next to her, or if he accidentally touched her, it was an ordeal. Because he was a mutant and she was a human. Out of all of her pick of people, he never could have been at the top of her list. He doubted he even made the list as an option.

Knowing Raphael was lying then, too, Splinter simply lifted his chin at him, and waited for the real answer.

The silence was getting to be too much for him. He jammed his sai into the mat, stabbing through it. But in his face was sadness, not anger. He finally admitted, "I just want to be accepted. Even just by her." Fiddling with his sai, he averted his eyes to stare at something random next to him, adding quietly, a little bashfully: "Aaaaaand sometimes I think Leo has a…better shot than me. That's why we were fightin'. I went nuts because he was gettin' along with her and it made me feel some stuff I don't want to feel."

There it was, thought Splinter, bingo. "Well, you are certainly not the first young man to make a fool of yourself over a girl."

"Master, I don't even know what to do with myself. How am I ever gonna know what to do with her?"

"The first step would be to stop ruining my mat," Splinter said as he bonked his son's head with the end of his cane, irked that he was creating a hole in it with his sai. Raph quickly tucked his weapon away. He muttered an apology. Splinter cleared his throat before continuing. "The second step would be for you to face your fears, Raphael. Accept them, conquer them. You are as you are—what humanity thinks of you is not your concern. You know who you are. I would like to think that [y/n] does as well."

Raph shifted, uncomfortable. "Yeah, I don't think she does. I don't really…"

She was all too kind, beautiful, and smart; a deadly, terrifying combination, in his predicament. He'd been plagued with dreams of being with her night after night. Not worrying about a single thing until the moment he woke up—he was stressing every morning. His anxieties always seemed to curse him cropping up in his dreams; not even in sleep could he escape her sphere of influence.

Placing a gentle hand on Raphael's shoulder, Splinter looked down at him, "Then, you show her who you really are. Raphael."

[aratinganana]

a wip I made of Splinter for Father's Day

[mikyapixie]

𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐓𝐌𝐍𝐓 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬!!!

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New Chick In Town

Masterlist

A 2012Leo X Fem reader.... violence, Gun, Weapons, fighting, stalking (kinda) I did a pole for this on my tumbler to the PEOPLE HAVE ANSWERED

Y/N sat peacefully on the rooftop, her sketchbook spread open on her lap and her pencil running gentle strokes across the page creating the sky of New York. "Hmm... He looks perfect!" She hummed staring down at her drawing. She was new to New York... sent by her Master to find a man named Shredder. And indeed she did... however, that experience didn't go too well, his rash and violent nature left her disturbed so she left. Now that she was left alone within the city, she's been using her skills for good, stopping crime, helping old ladies cross the street, killing robots, and spying on these mutant turtles... Okay, maybe spying wasn't exactly for good but rather for her entertainment. " Now tomorrow, I can transfer this onto my Canvas!" She giggled, making a move to stand, closing her book, and placing her pencil behind her ear... However, the sudden thump of someone landing caught her attention. With haste, she moved, allowing distance between her and the unknown sound.  She stood, ready for a fight, but gasped at the sight before her. "HUH It's You" She whispered, staring at the Green Turtle that stood proudly in front of her.

"I uh... You.... You weren't supposed to see me... nor be up here" His eyes widened as she stood there, clade in a large T-shirt with what appeared to be a straw hat, PJ pants, and fluffy socks with little turtles on them, 'Cute' He thought to himself, suddenly thanking the lord for whatever instinct told him to go on patrol alone tonight. With a quick shake of his head, he cleared such thoughts, reanalyzing his situation. "I uh... What are you doing up here" He asked, not exactly knowing how to react to her calm state.

Y/N blushed softly, at the fact she had been caught and now interrogated. "W-well you see I saw these, uh Vigilantly Heros....and draw them" She was now looking down at the roof, suddenly finding a rock very interesting.  "Names Y/N"

Leo hummed, "Y-you're not scared of me?" He asked, cautious of her movements having recognized her fighting stance. 'A Kunoichi?' He questioned himself, debating whether or not he wanted to find out due to his poor interactions with past ninjas. He watched as she gently shook her head, smiling at his surprised face. "I uh... May I?" He asked gesturing to the book she had clenched in her left hand.

"Uh? O-Oh sure I guess" She shyly stood straight. Taking slow steps towards the turtle. Once she deemed it close enough she gently opened her book, revealing multiple sketches of Cherry blossom trees, Yokai, and The New York Sky.  "Wow amazing" He suddenly snatched the book from her hands, flipping through the pages.

"H_HEY NO STOP" She squealed, about to leap at him to stop his constant page turning but it was already too late... He had reached some of her most recent ones... Ones of him and his brothers. Leo stared at the portrait of himself, sitting on the edge of a building... immaculate details from marks on his shell to the engraving on his swords...

"Whoa," He whispered, only continuing to flip through... He finally stopped on one... he remembers this day... it was when he got lost in thought on a water tower.... after his event with Karai. To think, he never even noticed her presence.... seen her, heard her... How terrifying. To think if she wanted to.... she could have killed him.

"I... I saw you guys a few months ago... and Yeah... been uhh coming up here in hopes of meeting you" She sighed, giving him somewhat of her reasoning but not the entirety of it. It's true... she's been following him. She's been following them.. just trying to gauge whether or not they had anything to do with Shredder's actions.

'Meet Us' He couldn't help the boost to the ego that provided... to think such a pretty girl wanted to meet him... and his brothers. "So... you're a.. you're like a fan? or something" He questioned, watching as her face darkened in color as she shifted her look to the busy streets down below.

"I guess... I saw you and thought you guys were like super cool!" She glanced back at him quickly, surprised by his bright blue eyes that kept their stare dead on her face... "I... I was considered a weird kid... transferred to Japan my first year of middle school in hopes of finding a place I belong" She crossed her legs and quickly dropped, elegantly but not without a crack from her hip, into a crisscross seat. "While there.... I ran into my Master and began training to be a ninja... then he sent me back here" She smiled, enjoying the memory of her time spent with her master. His training methods were harsh and borderline torturous but they created the monster of a Ninja she was today. "I'm still considered weird... High school isn't friendly... but I guess I got used to never having friends so yeah" she sighed, keeping her eyes focused on the busy streets below. "Yeah..."

Leo's eyes were focused on her, the way she gazed down at the streets.... he couldn't help the soft blush that grazed his green cheeks. She was a ninja... trained in Japan, and was artistic.... and Pretty talked about a whole package. "If it makes you feel any better... I don't think you're weird" His voice was soft and calm... conveying his sincerity of the moment.

She only scoffed at his sad attempt at comforting... or what she saw as sad... "You caught me drawing you... that's weird"

He couldn't help but chuckle, a light smile grazing his lips. "I'm a mutant turtle... weird kinda comes with the territory"

"Wanna sit with me? I got snacks?" She crossed her legs and dropped into a seating position.  With a soft shrug, he took his seat next to her, folding his legs under him before glancing at her display of snacks "Hmm What kind?" He looked over the multi-colored fruits, chips, and cheese... some he did not recognize due to most of his time eating pizza or fighting crime.

"I have... Chips, Cherries, Watermelon... some gapes and ah Cheddar cheese slices!" She held back the giggle as she glanced at him.... watching as his mouth practically watered at the sight.

"Some of the Watermelon please!" He sounded like a little boy begging for his other to buy him something from the store.

"Of course!" She smiled, gently grabbing a piece, and watched as he practically buzzed in his seat 'Must have a sweet tooth' she giggled softly to herself. She smiled as he savored the sweet, juicy fruit, gulping as he swallowed it.  "So? Where is your team at?" She asked softly, not wanting to pry, she glanced at him, slowly slipping a cherry into her mouth. She watched as he placed another piece into his mouth, slightly muffling his words.

"they're elsewhere, Raph is probably punching a bag right now, Mikey is playing video games, and Donnie's probably cooped up in his lab" He glanced at her, seeing her rather confused expression from the sudden new names. "Ah, those are my brothers! Or uh teammates as you said" She only hummed, nodding her head slightly.

"So just you?" She watched as he nodded, confirming.

"Yeah, gave them the night off, but a leader never sleeps" From his knelled position he placed his hands on his hips sticking a heroic pose. She couldn't help but giggle at his goofiness.

'How cute' She smiled, but her eyes lit up as an idea sparked. "If.. If you want, you could always come get me! That way you're not too lonely" She watched with baited breaths as a soft pink hue shaded his face. He couldn't comprehend what she'd just said... that was until a boyish grin spread across his face.

"Y-yeah! That sounds amazing please!" His response was hasty, not helping his ego at all. 'Damn it, Leo... Stay cool' With a gentle run of his hand over the top of his head, he composed himself. However, that didn't last long as he watched her reach down the front of her blouse. "I uh.. H-hey" He shut up rather quickly after watcher he removed what appeared to be a... 'lego block?'

"This was my master's! As a gift he gave it to me after I became a Kunoich," She smiled, gently taking and holding the block between her lips and blowing into it. With amazement, Leo watched as this small thing began to run and form around the bottom half of her face. "He used to call me the little Oni, so the mask was fitting"  Leo suddenly felt a wave of admiration wash over him, he remembered how Master Splinter would talk about the Japanese culture. How those who would ward off evil would wear such masks. With a gentle finger, he ran his thumb down the curve of the tooth.

"Oni... Meaning a Demon no? You wore this a... as a Kunoichi?"

"Still Do! Not as often because I don't fight much but hey! If I join ya it could be fun" She smiled, suddenly sucking her air, and the mask began to slowly break down again. "I mainly use throwing stars and kuni... I'm a heavy hand-to-hand combat fighter" She shifted, moving to stand. "I fight using the Dim Mak, also known as the touch of death" She smiled, watching as Leo shifted his head in confusion. "It's traditionally a Chinese fighting style" She swiftly explained, watching as he slowly nodded his head in understanding.

"Sounds increasingly cooler the more you explain" He gently leaned against the ledge of the building. With a content smile, he watched the sky, and for the first time in a while he could see the stars through the polluted air of New York... 'Man she's beautiful' the thought took him by surprise, causing him so clear his throat in an attempt to push the thoughts away. "So... What's your name?" She asked, reaching down to pluck a cherry from the container.  "I told you mine but... never got yous"

"O-oh right" He mentally slapped his forehead, how could he have forgotten such an important thing? "Leonardo, but my friends call me Leo"

"Leo..Le...O! Hehe cute I like it" He blushed watching as she continued to pronounce his names in various voices, splitting up the syllables here and there. He couldn't help the chuckle that left his throat, his hearty laugh seemed to be contagious because she followed with a cackle.

"HAHAH" She heaved, moving to lean against the edge with him, shaking her head at the spontaneous laughter. 'This feels right...' she slowly calmed herself, catching her stare lingering on the turtle far more meaningful than it should be. She could feel the head coating her face, a dark hue as silence fell for a moment, allowing the two to just stare at one other.

'Yeah this is right' Each shows their smile at their thoughts. However, this lovely little moment was cut fast by the sound of glass shattering from a few allies over. "Trouble" Both quick to action spurred towards the sound.  With a huff from her, her Oni mask was right back over the bottom portion of her face, and her hair was tucked into her hood. 'So fast' Leo couldn't help but awe at how quick she was to react to the sound, already prepared for a fight. With quick and agile movement they stood on the rooftop overlooking the Allie from which the noise had come.

"Hm," Leo focused seeing 4 men busting their way into a shop window... He squinted seeing the large logo on the back of their leather jackets he could recognize it anywhere.

"Purple Dragons?" Y/N read off the back, a confused tone riddling her voice.

"Yeah.. not much of a fight, just a local gang" Leo explained, pulling his swords.

"Fun nonetheless... Should I kill the Street Lights?" She smirked, raising her hand, a Shuriken placed between each of her fingers. "Got the street memorized?" She whispered.

"Uh.. Why exactly are you killing the lig" He was cut off, watching as she threw them all, striking each light perfectly sending the men into complete darkness. With a jaw dropped, Leo decided to simply watch her from the rooftop... more accurately he was too love-struck to move. She was so fast in the dark, hiding as if she lived within its shadows. It took a moment to find her after she had disappeared so fast. He finally spotted her sitting on the fire escape that sat right above the window.  He watched as Y/N waited... watched as she looked around before hearing a predator-like growl.

"You think it's fun messing with other people life's?" Her voice sounded deeper, as if it was being altered by the mask. Like an Oni had truly taken control. He watched as the men frantically looked around for the owner of such a voice. Each ready for a fight, the leader finally decides to speak up.

"Who.. Who's there?? We're the Purple Dragons! Show your face coward!" He screamed, thrusting his knife randomly through the air. With a quick chuck, a Kuni crashed into a trashcan before it was deflected and grazed the man's hand, causing him to drop the knife.

'Pinpoint persuasion' Leo gucked at her ability... He watched as she dropped down directly in front of the group. The men screamed, and the teeth of the mask emitted a dark red glow, it was barely enough to illuminate the mask but it made it all the more menacing.  With even louder shrills the men recognized that symbol anywhere. The five stages of grief could be seen running across their faces. Fearful for their own lives... The younger man of the group was looking around, searching for an escape... However, his thoughts were cut short when a Kuni pinned his sleeve to the brick wall behind him."I suggest you stop thinking before it gets you killed" She huffed, watching as 3/4 men dropped to their knees, cowardly like always.

"N-No We won't go down that easily" The largest stood, pulling a pistol from his hip, aiming it at her. Before he could even think of pulling the trigger, he was already dropped, unconscious on the floor. Leo had seen it all, as if in slow motion. The second he had reached for the gun, she had already moved, hitting pressure points behind his ear and the middle of his forehead.

"You fear those Turtles... the friendly Yokai... Now you shall fear the Oni that they fear" With pleaded eyes the men begged... the turtles... they knew exactly who she was referring to.

"PLEASE, WE BEG!! WE WON'T MESS WITH ANY MORE YOKAI"  The leader reached, tugging at his knocked friend... "Just please... Leave us Oni"

"If I ever see you again... your head will be my next meal" Y/N smirked as the men fumbled and scurried, picking up the big man and making a run for it. She suddenly felt a heated body standing a couple of feet from her. "Damn... for a big ass Turtle you're pretty quiet" She giggled, turning to meet Leo's electric blue eyes.

"S-sorry got caught up watching the show" He blushed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. He was still awed at how easily she had handled them... not even breaking a sweat.

"Not bad right? Partner?" She asked, lifting her fist to pound it with his. He couldn't help the wide smile from forming, meeting her fist halfway... "Partners" He whispered.

The night blew by fast, with a quick exchange of numbers and a promise to meet the next, Leo left Y/N apartment giddy and lively.

(TIME SKIPP ... Yes it's long... felt bad for leaving y'all hanging for two weeks!!!)

It was the first time in years that Leo found sleep troubling... He tried meditating, counting sheep... but nothing was helping his running mind. As a last-ditch effort, he found his way into the Dojo. 'Damn Pretty Face... And that Gorgeous laugh' He huffed, sending shadow punch after shadow punch trying to rid his mind of her... "You like her Hamato admit it" He whispered to himself. He didn't want to... to think someone as perfect as her, strong, funny, kind-hearted, and funny... never would she ever think about him in such a way. "DAMIT LEONARDO SHES TO GOOD FOR YOU" He screamed, unconsciously waking his master. "You're the leader... supposed to be level headed not love-struck.... even if she is the most perfect girl"

"Leonardo?" Master Splinter exited his room, a concerned look on his face, "My son.. what is the matter?... Who is too good for you? and this perfect girl?"

'no no no no no' He was mentally panicking.... His face burned with embarrassment... "N-No one!"

"Leonardo" his voice was stern... "The last time you were in such a state was when you were battling your feelings for Karai" Splinter watched as Leo's eyes cast downward... His face flushed, knowing he could not get out of this.

"I... I found someone" He spoke in a whispered tone...

"A Woman?" Splinter confirmed stroking his beard.

"H-hai..." He slowly trailed his eyes up to meet his. "she's a human... but she's not like Karai... no she is so much better... Prettier, better fighter... more heroic" He found himself drowning in her memories once again. "B-But she's way out of my league" Now that it was already out there he decided to tell him everything... their meeting, their picnic, the show of strength she had... "Dad..." That was Splinter's indicator that he needed his father, not his teacher at this moment... "I really like her... but I'm a mutant Ninja turtle... she's a human... a Kunoich at that!"

"My son... Never doubt yourself... when it comes to love, it knows no bounds" He sighed softly. "It sees no difference in appearance and sees no distance... go after her... nothing to lose if you try" His words were soft, sincere, and wise.

"b-but I just met her... what if" He mumbled off.

"Love is powerful... While it might be too early to declare your love... seeing if she is interested wouldn't hurt" He set a gentle hand on Leo's shoulder. "Don't let time waste your potential experiences.... go out and take them"

"OKAY! I'M GOING NOW YEHA" He hugged his dad, thanking him before beelineing out the dojo.

"MAKE SURE YOU ARE HOME BY DAWN!!!" Splinter called a soft smile gracing his lips.

(AHHH EXAMS, ESSAYS, DUEL CREDIT, SCHOOL... BIRTHDAYS!!!! Ah don't we all just love High school??? Nobody? good to know yall read my sarcasm.

ANYWAYS!! Sorry this took so long... To be a Hero or maybe... gosh I'm hopping gets posted soon!! I have one more exam before my spring break and an Essay I gotta write BUT I'll try to fit it in somewhere.... FINAL STREATCH OF TEH YEAR... Gosh makes me wanna cry... ANYWAYS!!!!

Thank you all for the support and love!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT, DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL)

[redsrooftopprincess]

Assassin

Raphael x Fem Reader

No warnings, just pain

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

...

He's always had a sixth sense about his children. Perhaps it is part of his mutation, perhaps it is fatherly instincts, but when his more emotional son went missing late into the wedding reception, he went looking.

He finds Raphael sitting on a secluded bench by the house, sheltered from the moonlight by branches overhead. When he approaches, his second son looks up at him with tear filled eyes. He places a soft paw against his cheek.

"Will you tell me what is troubling you?" He asks, knowing that pushing will get him nowhere. His son looks up at him with a lost expression, before shame and anguish turn his features.

"I can't..." He says, looking away.

Splinter frowns, now more concerned. This must be serious. "Take your time..." He reassures, as he sits beside him, placing a paw on Raphael's shoulder. The internal conflict is clear on his face, and he can't meet his father's gaze for several long moments.

"I love her, Dad... I love her so damn much..." he finally responds, breath hitching at the confession, needing a moment before he can continue. "And... every time I think I got a handle on it she goes out with some jerk... or she does something really sweet... or she just... looks at me. And I'm right back where I started."

He grips the bench hard, wood cracking under strong tridactyl hands, "God, I haven't hated it this much since I was a kid," he laughs humorlessly. It took him so long to find peace with himself. With all the things he could never have.

"I was good, you know? For *so long* I was good... Then she turns up and suddenly I..." He shakes his head. You'd come into his world and he'd started *wanting* things again. Impossible things.

He'd walked down the aisle with you as Best Man and Maid of Honor, and the whole time his friends were getting married, he was looking at you. And when the bride was being kissed and you turned to smile at him from the other side of the archway...

"What I'd give for a chance, you know? Just a shot. Just to see if we *might* work..." His voice cracks as if, if he were insistent enough, the Gods would let him have this one thing, "because I think we would. I think we..." His voice choking off into a sob as Splinter pulls him down into a hug.

Tomorrow, his gratitude for you will return. He really does love you, and wouldn't trade what he already has with you for anything. But tonight, as the party winds down across the lawn, Raphael weeps into his father's shoulder, mourning the love he can never give you.

...

Less a lover, more a fighter

But I'm tired of fighting to hold on

Got too many scars to hide them

So it's easier being on my own

But you

Shoot first, draw blood, before I know

Yeah you

One shot, one touch, and I let go

How did this happen?

My walls were up and

You moved without a sound

Never imagined, like an assassin

One look took me down...

Assassin, Sultan + Shepherd

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[kitchenlittle]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

……. Extra scene:

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

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

'You did that shit on purpose'

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

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

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

"Hurry up! You play too fucking much!"

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

[httpvomitello]

😭😭😭 After reading the multi-birth fics plssss give us head cannons of peeps Splinter??? 😭😭😭

Helloooo, i hope you like it! ♡♡♡♡♡

Hello, my flower *⁠.⁠✧

It was supposed to be a normal night in the lair. Everything was quiet until Splinter’s wife doubled over, breathing hard, and they all knew it was happening—she was going into labor. Her contractions had started, and there wasn’t time to consider anything else. They all knew getting her to a hospital wasn’t an option, so right there in the safety of their home, the family sprang into action.

Donnie was the first to step up. He had made a list of supplies months ago, planning for a moment exactly like this, just in case. He gathered everything he’d need: clean towels, makeshift medical tools, sterile gloves, everything he could think of. Despite his confidence, there was a nervous energy about him. This was big, bigger than any test he’d faced, but Donnie was determined to bring his new sibling safely into the world.

Splinter stayed by his wife’s side, his hand never leaving hers as he whispered gentle encouragements. “I’m here, my love,” he’d say softly, his voice calm and steady. “You’re strong. You can do this.” The words seemed to ease her, bringing a bit of comfort through each wave of pain. Meanwhile, the other turtles hovered in the living room, nervous, peeking around corners, curious and yet anxious. They weren’t used to seeing their mother in pain, and it unsettled them, but they all felt the same pull—their new sibling was coming.

Hours passed, each one stretching longer than the last. Donnie worked with calm determination, walking his mother through each step, giving his father nods of encouragement when he needed it, focusing on the task even when his own heart was pounding with nerves.

And then, finally, the sound they had all been waiting for—a tiny, delicate cry. It echoed through the lair, filling every stone corner with a new, unfamiliar sound. Donnie carefully held up the newborn, wrapped snugly in one of the towels he’d brought, her little face scrunched up as she let out soft, healthy cries. Splinter’s hand trembled as he reached for his daughter, his expression overcome with emotion as he looked down at her for the first time.

She was so small, her tiny fingers curling and uncurling as she took her first breaths. Splinter’s wife reached out, brushing a gentle finger across the baby’s cheek. She smiled weakly, the exhaustion plain in her eyes, but there was a quiet happiness there too. She glanced at Splinter, the two of them sharing a silent moment as they took in their new daughter.

“She will be Hana,” She whispered, voice thick with emotion.

In Japanese, it meant “flower,” a fitting name for something so beautiful and delicate yet so resilient, a little blossom bringing new life to their family.

At that moment, the brothers couldn’t hold back any longer. Mikey was the first to quietly step forward, he looked at his tiny sister with wide eyes. “She’s…she’s so little,” he whispered, reaching out to gently touch one of her small, wrinkly hands. She stirred, her little fingers curling around his thumb, and Mikey’s face lit up with the biggest, softest smile his brothers had ever seen.

One by one, each of them got a turn to meet her. Raph held her carefully, looking down at her with the same gentleness he’d show a fragile glass. Donnie, after delivering her, finally let himself relax, watching her with quiet pride, knowing he’d helped bring her safely into the world. Leo took her last, his hand steady but his eyes soft as he whispered a quiet hello, promising her in his mind that he’d protect her, always.

Splinter watched each of his sons, feeling a new sense of joy swell in his chest as he saw them gather around Hana, his family complete in a way he never imagined. In his heart, he knew Hana would grow up surrounded by love and laughter, shielded and cherished. And as the hours went by, the turtles stayed close, not wanting to leave her side, their hearts already full of love they hadn’t expected to feel so soon.

That night, the lair was filled with warmth. Little Hana, their flower, was here.

[dragonridernoobie]

Can I request Splinter with a neice reader that he has not seen in 15 years but reunites with her thanks to the turtles?

My first tent request????? YES PLEASE!!!!!!

2011 Splinter X Neice Reader

Splinter was in the gojo meditating. He had a past that not even his sons knew the full story of.

For example, he had a brother but lost touch with him when he moved away.

Though, Splinter knew he had a neice since he met her once before he turned into a rat.

So, he was very surpised when his sons returned with a much older (Y/N).

Splinter stood there in shock while his sons explained why they brought a human to the sewer.

They stopped talking though when they saw the shocked face of their father.

Before they could ask what was wrong, he spoke in a broken voice non of them heard before.

"........(Y/N)?...is it truly you?"

Miky, Raph, Leo, and donni watch how (Y/N) walks toward Splinter and holds his face.

They watch when they suddenly hug and laugh and cry.

After the shock sets in, miky speaks first

"What is going on!?!?!"

Master Splinter explained that (Y/N) was his neice and their cousin.

(Y/n) explained any questions the turtles have and if Splinter has any.

Soon, with (Y/N) living more and more with them, master Splinter became a father figure to them and acted like they were his own daughter.

You can say the 4 turtle bros became the best little brothers ever.

Meaning they will best the living shit to anyone who dared hurt (Y/N).

[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!

[hotheadedhero]

Reacting to pregnant S/O

And how they tell everyone! Want more? Check out 'Baby Bump'

2003 Turtles x Reader

Leonardo

At first, he stares at you in silent disbelief before holding you close with all the joy in the world. He couldn't be happier. He's going to follow in his father's footsteps and teach them everything he knows. In fact, Splinter is the first person he tells, followed quickly by his brothers.

When the celebrations settle down, it suddenly dawns on him just how much he needs to prepare himself for this great responsibility. He already bears a heavy toll being the leader of his brothers and your protector but this? This will be a true test of accountability and he hopes that he will be strong enough to make sure nothing bad happens.

Yes. He's going to make sure he does everything in his power to ensure you two remain safe.

Raphael

Don't tell his brothers but he cries a little. How could he not? He already counts his blessings every day knowing you're his, so this is like the cherry on an already amazing cake. The entire family is gathered in the lounge, wanting them all to hear this news at the same time.

He starts to worry that his touch isn't gentle enough and that he could hurt the baby when they're born. It takes a lot of assurance on your end but his concern is incredibly sweet. You're in safe hands that are softer than he gives himself credit for and you know the baby is, too.

The nickname 'Mama' has now been officially upgraded to 'Baby Mama' and you are not complaining one bit.

Donatello

Astounded. Fascinated. In complete and utter awe over the fact that a tiny person is now growing inside of you. You can bet he drops every other project to look into this immediately. He always goes one-hundred and ten percent into his research, so you know you're in capable hands.

Everyone else finds out a few hours later when they stumble across him in his lab with notes strung up along the walls on how to best take care of the baby before and after labour. You do wish he'd calm down a bit but you put it down to his nerves and excitement.

This baby might just be his best invention yet and with the help of his most loving partner, no less.

Michelangelo

You aren't sure you've ever seen him exhibit such glee before. He is absolutely over the moon! There isn't a chance to figure out how you two break the news to the family because his reaction does that for you. He. Tells. Everyone! He will skate through the sewers and scream past every manhole cover and pipe that he's going to be a dad.

When he finally returns, he swoops you up and babbles about all of the fun things he's going to do with the baby. Read them comic books before bed, teach them how to skateboard, play pranks on Uncle Raph! You'll have to apologise to the red-clad turtle later.

Haha! He has his own little accomplice for his shenanigans, now.

As for Splinter in all of this, the prospect of becoming a grandfather is monumental. This family was already an unexpected surprise for him all those years ago but he couldn't feel more lucky knowing that it's about to expand. He's ready to bestow his wisdom onto more young minds.