#look guys i gave the turtle the funny cat headphones

[snowthedemonfox]

'snow why do you draw the turtles like that' i cant stop trust me i tried already

[lady-maria-the-wolf225]

Mikey x Fem! reader ch: 4

It was the next morning, and the four turtle brothers were doing their "Training day" like their father told them to do. Mikey was getting distracted being unable to do his training right. "Michelangelo. You seem unfocused today. What's gotten into you?" Splinter raised an eyebrow at his son, and Mikey swallowed his confidence replying. "nothing Master. I.....I'm just a bit tired. That's all." Splinter looks at him in a bit of a suspicious way. "You're not hiding anything from your own father are you?" Mikey looks at his brothers as they all stared back feeling nervous hoping he won't find out about last night. "N-No sensei. He isn't." Raph replied smiling nervously. They all smiled and chuckled acting like nothing even happened. "Hmmm. Very well. But if I find out you were all lying, then you all will be punished in the Hashi." They all nodded without hesitation. "Now. Back to training!" They went back to their training and soon finished after a couple hours. After they finished, they went to go check on (Y/N). She was gone. "Oh no! She's not here! We gotta find her!" Mikey panicked looking for her. Leo calms him down, and takes a deep breath. "We gotta split up and find her. She could be anywhere in our lair." They all agreed with the idea until Splinter walks up to them. "My sons. I forgot to mention to you all. I will be going out tonight to play chinese checkers with an old friend. You four will be on your own staying here. Understand?" They all nodded and smiled again at him. Splinter looks at them strangely. "You all are acting strange today. Is everything alright?" They all responded. "Pfff. Yeah! Everything's fine and dandy dad." Raph whistled trying to act casual. Same with the others. Splinter gently pushes them out of the way and notices the mess in Mikey's room. "Hmm. It seems you had too much fun in your hands." Mikey chuckles. "Yeah. You know me. Your classic fun son here." Splinter sighs and walks away shaking his head. "Teenagers....always enjoy going wild and party hard." Night finally came, and Splinter ends up leaving to go to the surface to play his game of chinese checkers. Meanwhile Leo, Donnie, Raph, and Mikey try to look for the girl. "little girl! Honey Cakes! buttercup! lollipop! pumpkin spice! where are ya?" Raph punches  his shoulder. "would you quit with the cutesy pet names and keep on looking?" Mikey rubs it and sees his cat just cleaning itself. "Klunk! have you seen this girl? she's about this tall, kinda hot, and has nice looking hair like the little mermaid but shinier?" The cat looks at him and stretches its limbs. Mikey starts to panic. "Klunk doesn't know where she is either!!" they all kept on with the search until they stopped when they suddenly heard a loud thud. "ow!" they followed the source of the sound, and that is when they finally found her. "ugh!..." (Y/N) rubbed her head and she looks up as the four turtles stare in complete surprise. Mikey then waved at her with a smile and responds. "hi!" (Y/N) starts screaming, and then Mikey starts screaming. as for the other three brothers, they started to scream as well. "Why are we screaming!!?" Mikey asked in a frantic way. "I don't know!!" Donnie replied. they all eventually stopped screaming except for (Y/N). Leo walks up to her and covers her mouth shushing her. "Hey, Hey! calm down! we're not going to hurt you!" she pushes his hand away, and takes a few steps back. "y-y-you're.....y-you're...." Mikey interrupts her before she could even speak in sentences. "real? yes we are. allow us to introduce ourselves. This is Leo, in the blue. fearless leader, silent but deadly. up next is Donnie. Science geek, and a fix it kind of guy. then there is Raph the muscle, and a cuddly teddy bear at times. and finally yours truly. the party dude who loves to have fun. ladies call me Mikey." his brothers stare at him and he looks back. "what?...." Leo shakes his head sighing and  kneels before (Y/N). he starts to speak to her in a soft tone. "Anyways, who are you?....and how did you get here?" (Y/N) takes a deep breath and brings up the courage to speak. "well, I was following a mystery stranger who has three fingers, and noticed he was going into the sewers. that's how I ended up here. I didn't realize this was your home. I didn't know." mikey's eyes suddenly lit up. "wait a minute. I remember now! I'm the mystery guy you were following! I saw you one time and I gave you back your headphones back when you dropped them. even though you were kinda mean to me. but uh no hard feelings." his brothers looked at him with shock. "Mikey! you know her!?" Mikey bites his bottom lip and replies in a nervous way. "n-not really....I think..." Leo gets up, "Great. just great. Now Sensei's going to punish us because of you. even worse, you may have put this poor girl in danger." Mikey looks at his brothers. "w-wait a second! I didn't do anything wrong! I just didn't know she was gonna come here! come on guys!..." his brothers ignore him as they walked away. Mikey sighs and sits down feeling hurt. (Y/N) looks at him with concern. "do they always treat you that way?"  Mikey looks back at her. "Yeah. but not always though. only when I'm involved in something." (Y/N) nods her head in understanding how he feels. "I have a sibling too, so I know being the youngest sucks sometimes." Mikey stares at her for a bit and he clears his throat. "so uh.....you new here?" (Y/N) nods and replies to him. "yeah. I moved here from Chicago Illinois because my mom found a new job here. My dad passed away when I was a kid and....things just went down hill from there." mikey stares at her for a bit and asked. "how did your dad die?" she looks up at him and responds softly. "he died from a car accident." she looks down to the floor and mikey responds. "I'm so sorry to hear that." she slightly looks up. "thanks..." he scoots a little closer and starts to talk to her more. "don't mind my bros. they may a bit weird and cranky at first. but once you get to know them, they ain't bad. they are family and always will be. that's what matters. plus our father is a rat. we call him Master splinter." (Y/N)'s eyes widened a bit looking at him. "so...that rat is your father?..." Mikey nods and smiles. "yep. I know. it's weird, but he's the nicest and wisest rat you'll meet. you'll see when he comes back. although once he sees you, he'll put us through the Hashi." (Y/N) cringed a bit when he said that. "what's that?" Mikey sits up and explains what it actually is. "basically it's a punishment where we have to balance on objects so he could make one of us tell the truth. our only weakness is pizza. works every time." (Y/N) starts laughing. "really? pizza? that's so strange but funny." she laughs even more and then Mikey laughs along with her. they were slowly but surely starting to warm up with each other and Mikey smiles at her. she smiles back. Mikey couldn't help on how enchanting she looks to him. a mutant and human being friends may be rare, but could love even work between the two? well, only one way to find out.

[pavanblazze]

Chapter 3: Sabrina Heather

The alarm beeped at 7 am in the morning and I was still curled up within the sheets with all my pillows sorting themselves out around the contours of my body.  “Mmmm...ughhh... I hate Humpday mornings.”, I stretched out my arms and legs kicking out the tiny pillows below my feet. The light was trying to get to me slipping through the blinds illuminating the most unladylike apartment in the neighborhood. I step out of the bed and the floor was littered with cashmere and Kashmere. Oh, Kashmere is the name of my cat, a stubby block spotted white Persian cat. It was shorter for its breed, but I named him when I found him at a cat shelter while I wore a white sweater. I moved him out of the way with my foot elegantly like the lady I am and finally head in front of the sink in my pink silky pajamas with flamingos on them. I grab my neon orange toothbrush and start to brush my teeth and my eyes gradually open finally able to perceive the surroundings.

“Oh my god, its 7:30 already?!!” I run into the bathroom for a quick shower and finally put on my work attire and drive to work on the snowy road. I switch on the radio and it tells me about the parade for Christmas in the city and that the roads are blocked. “Great,” I said to myself and taking a turn from a detour board on my usual route and use my fighter pilot like videogame skills to keep my tires from skidding off the snowy road. I park the car at the corner of the road and run into the second floor of the building why, because the goddamn elevator is always out of order. I barely made it to work at 8:29 am and walk to my cubicle taking a deep sigh while I take my seat. I have a small cubicle with a small computer and a desk phone with a microphone that I use to take the requests from the technology services. There are a few photos pinned to the wall of my cubicle. The one on top is me and my mom when we went to a fishing trip last summer! It was funny that we were the only mother and daughter combo at the lake that day. Had to keep my mom safe from all those old men who wanted her number, geez. Below that is the picture of me and my grandparents when I was 14. Though they passed away a few years ago, I cherish the memories I spent with them. And below that, is a picture that was taken with him 3 years ago, when I got my first job and he was a driver there. We were good friends and I thought of inviting him over many times but before I could muster up the courage, he left the job and couldn’t be reached on his phone number registered with the company. I regret missing out on him for all these years, but I guess it can’t be helped.

“Hey there Sabby, you look good today, the grey turtle-neck definitely suits you,” said Frank, my next cubicle neighbor. Frank was the perfect embodiment of a middle-aged father struggling to make ends meet. He was a bit stout for his build and often wore suspenders to hold his pants up. He had this thick brown mustache that complimented his double chin which nicely wrapped around his neck like a natural scarf. I don’t mind talking to him at breaks but, I do often feel uncomfortable when he makes remarks at my appearance and criticize my dressing style. I would not go as far as saying he creeps me out, but I’d rather get to work than make eye contact and engage in conversation at this point. I did go as far as lodge a complaint on him that he is often making it difficult for me to focus on work, but then again I remember his wife Clara who I met during the last office party and their two daughters Rachel and Sarah. “Hey Frank, morning. Thanks. It was just an old turtleneck I had lying around collecting dust in my cabinet. So, I thought I put it on as it’s a bit chilly today. Now if you’ll excuse me, I better get back to my work.” I tried to keep my words short and cut him off quick. But if only he was so easy to deal with.

“Oh, cold as ever Sabby. Always thinking about work. You should be given employee of the month!”, Frank said, holding his steaming coffee mug resting his elbow on top of the wall that separates our cubicle. I gave him my best customer service smile and tried to show a bit of my teeth. One of these days I will break if he keeps nudging his way into my cubicle space. “Well Frank, if I don’t focus on work, I can’t win the employee of the month now, can I?” I avert my gaze and look at the screen, put my headphones on and start my first request for the day. My usual day goes on about flicking through several spreadsheets and forwarding requests to higher ups that can solve them through. It was something I was used to, given my experience. After about three jobs, it was already lunch time and I turned back responding to a tap on my shoulder.

“Time for lunch! You gotta taste my lasagna, it turned out so good!!” It was Emma, my office colleague and sort of my work friend. She was african-american and about 29, quite smart for her age and often had an optimistic view of the world.  I sighed and took out my sad box of frozen stir fry I made over the weekend and packed away. “Stir fry again? You need to treat yourself more often” Emma said, while holding my hand and trying to walk me to the lunch area in the office. I already knew why she was excited today to share this lunch with me. We made our way to the cafeteria and I took a seat and opened my lunch box. “So, how did it go…?” Emma was being very nosey today.  You see, Emma set me up on a date with one of her ex-colleagues, with a guy called Jason. He was in his late thirties, only slightly older than I was and didn’t really seem to have his things in life together. He got off a divorce and had been living on his own, which I could see from the amount of effort in putting together his outfit. Yeah, I’m one of those people that really cares about the little details. “He was alright, but I didn’t really feel a connection with him. Was just a plain simple dinner and then we went our separate ways.” I started to eat my stir fry with rice. It tasted like it always did, for years now. “Aww I thought you would have hit it off girl! Too bad, I thought he had a shot. Let me guess, did he get drunk and cry about his divorce again?” she asked as she held a piece of her lasagna, with her fork. “Well, he didn’t but I know now that he does that. Thanks for the tip.” I sigh again and eat another spoonful.

“You know what? We should hangout and go to the Parade! That is the exact spot where you could meet someone nice! We could just dress up nicely and have our pick in the crowd...” Emma smirked hiding her lips behind her fingers. I hate to be persuaded like this. “The Parade would be so busy we can’t even grab a bite while waiting for it to happen. Maybe I can just watch it on the TV or something” I wasn’t a big fan of these things. I’m not a huge extrovert like Emma either. I love to stay cozy indoor with a mug of hot chocolate or a glass of red wine and snuggle up with Kashmere in my lap. But Emma seemed determined, “If grabbing a bite is what you’re worried about, my dad works in a diner not too far from the square. We could get dinner there and go out when it starts!”, her eyes were already gleaming in my direction. I guess I am a pushover after all. I made a soft sigh, “Alright, I will try to make it. Now, let me have some of that lasagna! I’m getting tired of this stir fry already.” Emma giggled and fist bumped me and gave me a little bit of her lunch. And that’s how I got roped into attending the parade where I finally saw him.