A/N: i didn’t proof read it, I’m sorry. And sorry if you’re allergic to roses
Y/N sat with Liz in the lunchroom , hearing their friends talking about Spider-Man once again. “He brings hope to the city. It’s like, we know that someone is looking out for us.” One of them said. Y/N thought about all the things the man has done for the city. I wonder if his life is good, if he’s happy in his real life, Y/N thought.
The topic was quickly changed when an announcement for Homecoming was made over the blaring intercom. “Students, don’t forget to buy your tickets for Homecoming next Friday.” The voice boomed, making all of the students start talking about the event.
Liz turned to Y/N, “So,” she said taking a bite from her food, “who are you going to the dance with?” All of their friends tuned in to what the two girls were saying.
Y/N shrugged her shoulders. She wanted to go with Peter Parker, the smartest kid at Midtown High, if she went in the first place. Homecoming is going to be crowded and loud, with a bunch of annoying kids. Y/N didn’t want that. “I don’t think I’m going, actually. I’m probably gonna spend my night watching TV or something.” Y/N said, shaking her head like it was nothing.
“But Y/N,” one of her friends said enthusiastically, “You have to go! Peter is probably going, you should too!” She nodded her head behind Y/N. Y/N looked behind her to see Peter and Ned eating their lunch a few tables away. But he’s going to be dancing and hanging out with a girl that isn’t me, she thought.
Y/N smiled, “As much as I would love to go with him, it’s not gonna happen. He’s probably taking a super pretty girl with him and he’ll have a blast. Just,” she trailed off, starting to get quieter,“just not with me.” Y/N sighed, slumping her shoulders. Liz looked over at her giving her a sympathetic smile. “If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to. It would be nice if you went though.”
Y/N returned the smile, “Thanks for understanding Liz.” Liz nodded her head, “Anytime.” She gave her attention back to her friends to hear the rest of their thoughts.
Peter Parker sat a few tables away, having the same conversation that Y/N was having. “Are you going to ask her to Homecoming?” Ned asked Peter looked at his friend as if he was crazy. “W-What? No. Never. I can barely form a sentence around her, let alone ask her out.” Peter said as he gazed down at his lap. He looked back up to her, admiring her from behind. Y/N turned around and Peter quickly looked away and muttered “Oh God.”
Ned looked confused at the teenager. Peter’s face was beet red, “I think she saw me. Oh God,oh God, she saw me staring at her man.”
Ned looked over at the girl who was now facing her friends talking. “I don’t think she did. Just breathe, she probably didn’t see. I mean you turned your head so fast that you might have whiplash.” He chuckled. Peter sighed, “Maybe you’re right.”
“Right about what?” Michelle asked as she reached the table with the two boys.
“Well, I asked Peter if he was asking Y/N to the dance and he started staring at her. She turned around and might’ve caught him.” Ned explained to the Michelle as she sat down. Peter hit Ned’s shoulder with the back of his hand, “Dude. Seriously?”
“What?” Ned asked, completely clueless at Peter’s new beacon of embarrassment. Before their bickering cold continue, Michelle started talking. “Actually, while I was walking over here, I heard that she wasn’t going. And I might’ve heard,” she stated trying to be dramatic, “that she was super bummed out that you were probably going with a different girl that isn’t her.”
Peter sat shocked. “You’re lying.” He said. There is no way that the girl he has had a crush on for years, is into him. Him of all people.
“I wouldn’t lie about true love, Parker.” Michelle replied, kind of mockingly.
“How are you going to ask her?” Ned asked. Peter was messing with the cuffs of her sleeves. “I-I don’t think I will.”
Ned looked shocked. “You have to. You finally have a chance to be with her.” Peter looked around, “I’m too scared. Besides, she said she didn’t want to go and I respect that.”
“Your loss,” Michelle said opening one of her books.
It was the Friday night of Homecoming and Y/N sat on her couch surrounded by her fluffy blankets, with a show paused on the TV screen and a water bottle in hand. She was on her phone talking to Liz, giving some advice for her outfit. “Should I wear the silver earrings I got for my birthday?” Liz asked. “Yeah, they match your dress very well.” Y/N replied, taking a sip of her drink.
“Y/N are you sure you don’t want to go? I might have an extra dress.” Liz asked, she didn’t want her friend to be alone while everyone else was having a blast.
“Yeah I’m sure. I’m fine with my TV shows and blankets. Go have fun!” Y/N stated, assuring the girl that everything would be fine. “You sure?” Liz asked, wanting to make sure her friend was okay.
“100%.” Y/N replied with a smile on her fave that she knew Liz couldn’t see. “Alright, I have to go. My date is here. If you need anything call me.” Liz said, while Y/N heard shuffling in the background. “See you later Ms. Allen.” Y/N said chuckling to herself. “You too.”
Y/N sat on the cuddled into her blankets as she clicked play on her TV remote. As soon as the show started, there was knock on the front door. Y/N was confused, was it Liz? She got up to answer the door.
Y/N opened the door, do just her body was seen. She was greeted with the smiling yet nervous face of Peter Parker, holding a bouquet of red roses with a backpack on his back and a couple grocery bags filled with chips, candy and other snacks. Y/N stood in front of him, lips parted slightly.
“P-Peter. What are you doing here?” She asked with wide eyes. Peter glanced down at his old shoes. “I heard that you were, uh,” he looked back up at her, “I heard you were spending the night in on-on Homecoming so, I wanted to join you. If that’s okay.” He stammered biting his bottom lip.
Y/N smiled widely, opening the door all the way. “Come on in.” If it was anyone else at the door, she would’ve probably made up an excuse. But it wasn’t anyone else, it was her crush. Peter smiled back. He walked through the door, waiting for her to indicate where he could go.
Y/N shut the door and moved to face him. Peter looked at the flowers in his hand, “These are f-for you.” He handed you the flowers.
The girl smiled, “Thanks Pete.” She called me Pete, was all he could think about as Y/N went to put the flowers in a vase. She quickly came back after putting the vase in a good spot.
“You can sit down Peter.” Y/N said as he followed her to the couch.
“Seems like you were having a real party, huh?” Peter said sarcastically with a small smile on his lips, seeing the TV and her blankets. “What gave it away?” Y/N replied back with the same amount of sarcasm.
“I brought food.” Peter emptied out the two grocery bags with the snacks onto the couch between the two of them. Y/N smiled. Tonight was going to be fun.
Peter turned and looked at the clock to see it was one in the morning. All night was spent with him and Y/N getting to know each other,cracking jokes, and watching bad late night TV shows. It was like they had known each other for their entire lives. She fell asleep a while ago, her head resting on Peter’s chest, with a blanket wrapped securely around the pair. He sat there, playing with her hair, glad that he skipped Homecoming. Peter sighed contently, looking back up at the TV which now had the news on. A robbery at fifth and third. “Shit,” he muttered, moving Y/N off of his chest and onto the couch.
He dashed out her front door with only his backpack in hand, with his Spider-Man suit inside.
Y/N woke up 10 the next morning still on the couch, with all the snacks from last night littering the floor. It was fun hanging out with Peter. She was kind of happy that she didn’t spend Homecoming alone. She searched for her phone to check the time. Once she found the device she saw a text from Peter.
Hey, sorry I had to leave. My Aunt called me and said that I had to go back home. Maybe we can do this again sometime at my place?
Y/N smiled at the text. Maybe I can get the guy of my dreams, she thought as she typed a reply.
plot: zach decides to (nervously) confront you after finding out you’re the one slipping compliments in his bag
a/n: i Cannot believe a 2nd part was requested i cant believe you guys enjoyed the first part and sent me messages!! i wasn’t planning on writing this but here she is since y’all are cute as heck
Thursday night found Zach Dempsey sprawled
on his bed.
A week worth of complimentary notes was at
the foot of the bed. Some were folded, some all the way open but none of them were in their original, pristine state. They were crumpled, thing that probably happened
whenever the boy stuffed them in his pockets.
1. Elias (The FBI therapist):
//He planted those books under Prairie’s bed AND the violin in her closet. First of all, before Prairie went blind, she was russian, so she knew how to read in russian. Those books were english. So she knew how to read in russian (i’m assuming) and braille, and its not likely that she learned how to read that quickly after being found again. Also, she was playing her violin in New York when she met Hap. How did she bring it back home? So what was Elias doing at her house in the middle of the night? Some people think he’s working with the government to cover up stories about NDE’s, and some think he’s working with Hap to discredit her story.
2. Her real world friends are different versions or her captive friends:
// In the final episode, there is a scene where French looks at himself in the mirror and sees Homer looking back at him. They both have a cut on their forehead, along with the fact that they’re both athletes. In another scene Buck is walking to the house when he passes red flares in the road, along with a red backpack. Rachel describes her NDE being in a car accident, with a red backpack nearby. Could it be possible they’re versions of each other in different dimensions?
3. Rachel AND Hap are FBI agents:
// Something is off about her. At one point, all the plants in only her cell were dead. That has to be some kind of clue, but to what? Also, she is the only one unable to receive a movement. Hap doesn’t seem concerned about this, maybe because they both are conducting the experiment together. Maybe Rachel never even had an NDE, and is just gathering intel. The biggest piece of evidence for this is a scene in an office, where Prairie’s parent’s are talking to Elias (episode 7). On the wall, written in braille, its says RACHEL. It proves nothing honestly, but why would it say Rachel on the wall? It certainly means something. For this one, there’s barely evidence but it’s cool to think about.
These are just 3 of my favorites. I stole them from this website oops, but it gets me thinking and I thought I should share. If you haven’t watched The OA yet, go watch it. And feel free to write your own theories on this.
Your father, Tony Stark, enrolling you at Peter’s school so that you can keep an eye on him.
••• Requested by Anon •••
Peter had expected today to be the same as every other school day, with no word from Mr. Stark, but as he rounded a corner into the main hallway, he saw you. With wide eyes Peter’s sneakers came to a quick squeaking stop and he almost dropped the thick math book in his hands.
For a moment h wasn’t sure it was you. You had your back to him and you weren’t exactly wearing your fashionable ‘billionaire’s daughter’ attire. In fact you looked like any other kid there, were it not for the burly man beside you. He looked far to strict for a man carrying a black, chic backpack with school supplies packed inside it like sardines, the zips not fully pulled to a close. Peter recognized him as the body guard your father had insisted on having follow you around all the time.
Without taking a second to think, Peter sprinted down the hall towards you, a keen grin on his face.
“(Y/N)!” He cried in a hushed tone as not to attract any unwanted attention. “What are you doing here? Does Mr. Stark want me for another mission? I’ve got the suit - “
“I’m here to babysit you.”
Peter was already beginning to unzip his backpack, the red fabric of his suit poking out.
Pairing: sub!Tyler x Reader/ Warnings:Blowjob, Cussing/ a/n It’ll get far more intense, believe me.
“And Y/N, you’ll be working with Tyler.”
Your eyes shot up from your paper, blinking a couple times at your professor, trying to figure out if you’d heard her correctly. “S-sorry?” You mumbled, a confused frown pulling at the corners of your lips.
“You’ll be working with Tyler for this project.” She confirmed, smiling at you as if she was doing you a solid. You shot a look to the boy in the corner who was smirking cockily back at you. You internally groaned, returning your gaze to the paper on your desk. Tyler wasn’t exactly the easiest kid to work with, he was either tediously hyper-active or depressingly solemn, and you needed someone you could trust for this paper. You needed this credit.
“Y/L/N?” You looked up to see your professor looming over you.
“Yes.” You answered bluntly, not even attempting to hide your annoyance.
“I know it’ll be hard for you to work with Tyler but it’ll be good for him to spend some time with someone like you. He needs some control. Plus there’s extra credit in it for you if he passes this class. Also, who knows? He might bring out another side to you to.” She smiled again before placing a project brief down in front of you and continuing her rounds of the classroom.
You leant back in your chair, staring at the ceiling before pulling yourself together. “Extra credit.” You muttered to yourself before getting up and moving over to the desk next to Tyler.
“Hey.” He spoke, quieter than you were expecting.
“I’m doing this for me. You better pull through.” You spat, without so much as a ‘hello’.
You watched him timidly pick up the coffee cup in front of him with his hands, which had been covered by the sleeves of his sweater. He blew on it lightly and looked up at you before breaking into a full grin.
“Relax. I’ll behave. I’m a good boy.” His tongue darted out to lick his lips before quickly returning, leaving your stomach in knots and your jaw slightly slack. You cleared your throat, crossing your legs to relieve some of the tension that seeing another side to him had caused.
“Well, I’ll fail if you flunk this. So don’t fuck up.”
“Got it. Don’t fuck up.”
You winced at the sound of the dirty word coming from his pretty mouth. “You shouldn’t cuss.”
“Why? You do.”
“Yeah but I’m- I’m…” You stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse.
“In charge? Fair. It’s only acceptable in extreme cases, right? When there are no other words to describe what your feeling? Okay.”
Your breath caught in your throat as he stared at you shamelessly. You stared back, taking the time to study his eyes, his lips, his tanned skin. You’d never given him so much as a second thought before, but now…
“Y/N?” He giggled, waving a hand in front of your face.
He let one last bubble of amusement fall from his lips before continuing. “I said when are we gonna start working on this?”
You groaned again as the realisation that he wasn’t just something pretty to look at hit you square in the face. You wanted to get this over and done with as soon as possible. “Tonight.” You spoke bluntly, pulling a scrap of paper from your notebook and scribbling your address down on to it. “6:30. Don’t be late.” Almost as if on queue, the bell rang and you got up from your seat, throwing your bag on to your back and exiting the classroom, leaving the annoyingly attractive boy behind you.
6:28. There was a knock at the door. Your parents were out so you left your room and went downstairs to answer it.
“Hey.” Tyler stood before you in a different outfit to the one you had seen him in previously that day. Black skinny jeans and a black muscle tee, show casing tattoos you didn’t know he had, his red backpack hung lazily from his left shoulder. You felt somewhat insecure in your mom jeans and a baggy t-shirt, he seemed like he’d made an effort, you certainly had not.
You brushed the feeling to one side and returned his casual greeting, simply turning on your heels and muttering a “this way” before returning to your room. He sat on the floor and pulled out his notebook and a pen, looking up at you for instructions on what to do next. You took a moment to appreciate how pretty he looked, knelt on the floor, and your mind began to drift.
“You keep zoning out on me, everything okay?”
You blinked, snapping yourself out of your trance and pulling the project brief out of your bag. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Let’s just get to work.”
It was only fifteen minutes later that you felt his eyes on you. The two of you had been working in silence, and there was an undeniable tension in the room. You looked over at him, and sure enough, were met by his dark eyes staring right back. Once again, he didn’t make an effort to look away. You felt a shiver run down your spine but quickly composed yourself, regaining your serious façade. “Focus.”
He looked at you blankly for a moment. “What?”
“You should be staring at your work, not me. Focus. I’m not your project.”
He continued staring before nodding timidly and returning to his work, you smiled to yourself before doing the same. Five minutes later though, his eyes were on you again. You didn’t even bother looking up this time. “What, Tyler?”
“I-I need help.”
You refused to look up. “What question?”
“N-no, something else.”
You looked up this time, curious as to what he was talking about. You were greeted by the blushing boy, his hands doing nothing to hide the obvious tent in his pants. “Oh my god Tyler. Go to the bathroom.”
He nodded meekly and got up, still covering his crotch. You heard the door to your bathroom shut and smirked to yourself. He was cute, and the thought of having control over him in the way he was suggesting you did sent your mind down the gutter. The door shut again, and you turned to see Tyler in the door way, still fully clothed.
“I- I need something…”
“Goddammit.” You cursed, getting up and pulling him into your room before shutting the door and pushing him against it. Dropping to your knees in front of him, you began to unbutton his jeans. You looked up at him, the sight of his bottom lip caught between his teeth setting butterflies free in your stomach. “If this is what it takes for you to do the fucking project, then so be it. But I’m in control, touch me and I’ll stop. Take off your shirt.” You ordered, watching him pull off his shirt -revealing more tattoos- before nodding frantically, silently begging you to continue. It didn’t take much.
You pulled down his pants along with his boxers, wasting no time. You knew you could get him to cum quickly, and that’s exactly what you wanted. You took his large cock in your hand, the slightest touch emitting a whiney and beautiful moan from his soft lips.
“You needy for me baby?”
You chuckled at the way he begged before licking a long strip up the underside of his cock, teasing him with your tongue before taking him in your mouth, his vulgar moans pushing you forward. You began to suck, pumping what you couldn’t fit with your hand. You looked up to see his head tilted backwards, his hands scratching down his chest to stop himself from touching you. Loud moans spilled from his mouth, curse words and your name. The sounds drove you crazy, and you found yourself working him faster, desperate to reward him for his beauty. Soon enough, he was breathing deeply, his moans whiney and needy as his chest and abs tensed uncontrollably. You felt him spill in your mouth and swallowed, holding on to his thighs to give him extra support.
“Fuck.” He breathed finally, opening his eyes.
“You scratched yourself up pretty good.” You chuckled.
“I-it was the o-only way I could stop myself from t-touching you.”
“Well, you didn’t, good boy. Such a good boy, that if you continue to do what I say and finish your project, there’ll be a lot more where that came from.”
As usual I’m probably wrong and I spend too much time reading into things about this show but here are some caps from the promo of what will be the season finale of Andi Mack. Apologies for the quality of the caps but the video was pretty low res.
So we have Andi and Cyrus walking away from what appears to be the spoon and Jonah is looking back at them which causes Amber to ask “you like her don’t you?” and Jonah gets an awkward look on his face and doesnt seem to know what to say.
Now I know I’ve always said Cyrus would be the questioning boy but this makes me want to change my mind. They are making it look like Jonah likes Andi because he’s looking back and Amber notices and asks about it and Jonah’s all uncomfortable and flustered. But Cyrus is there too so maybe Jonah’s looking at him?
The last part of the clip is what really has me wondering. Cyrus standing in the hallway confused and he says “I didn’t think this was possible.” Whatever “this” is it’s something Cyrus has considered before but dismissed as something that would never happen. Like having a crush on someone you don’t think would ever like you back? And who’s walking away in the background with the same green backpack and red shirt from the earlier part of the clip….Jonah. What did Jonah say to Cyrus that would leave him so stunned?
“Hitoshi-kun,” His mother’s voice raised to a higher tone from the phone squished against his ear with his raised shoulder. The damn key isn’t working for him, he’s struggling with trying to open it, and around both his shoulders and back are heavy bags. “Be sure to be wary of your surroundings at all times in the subway.”
That is an important tip.
“Yes mom,” The door opened and Shinsou held his phone again with his hand, rolling his eyes at the door and throwing his key on a bright orange chair next to a desk. Shinsou dropped his two hand carry bags, threw off his dark red backpack and wheeled his two huge suitcases into his empty room. His roommate didn’t arrive yet and that made him secretly happy since he could choose which bed and side of the room he wants first. “I will be wary at all times. I’ll even buy some mace.”
Even though his quirk will do just fine, but extra precautions are always great.
“And Hitoshi-kun, please don’t stay out too late or sleep too late or drink too much or something. Make sure to have a good nights sleep everyday.” The worry in his mother grew and he had to calm her down.
“Yes mom, please don’t worry too much. I’ll try to sleep well, not be out too late, and you know I don’t drink anyway…plus there is a strict age limit here and zero tolerance.” Also that the Asian blush is the bane of his existence since one drink for Shinsou Hitoshi and he’s a goddamn tomato three sips in.
“And eat well!” His mother scolded him and he could imagine her finger waving at him all the way back in Japan. “You’re tall and fit, but you still need to eat properly and not just one meal all the time like Katsudon! Oh! Find a good Japanese eatery there for a taste of home!”
“I love you, Mom and I will, but first I have to figure out how to use the subway! I’ll take this step-by-step. Talk to you later okay?” Shinsou tried to sound as cheerful as possible for his mother worrying for him on his phone, but his stomach was feeling funny. He’s nervous…or hungry and tired. It’s all three since he just arrived by taxi from the airport a few minutes ago.
“I love you too. Call me when you can! I miss you already! Be safe! Use a condo-”
“You know I love you! Take it easy and be smart!”
“I will mom! I love you and I’ll visit during the end of this semester!” Shinsou hung up when his mother said her farewells again, dropped his phone on his desk and sighed the loudest sigh he has ever sighed. He was happy that his mother called him as soon as he managed to get a taxi, but he can feel it, he can feel his anxiousness rising.
He just arrived in a new country and he’s already having second thoughts on…everything. His mind is a building whirlwind of shit.
This was a spur of the moment for Shinsou Hitoshi: To go to college out of his home country. He didn’t expect to even get into the college since they didn’t seem too helpful with assisting him with transferring credits, despite being an international friendly University, and he almost missed the cut off point for applications, but in the end it worked out somehow. Dumb luck on his side. Now here he is…in a new country, a new city and in a new college working towards a degree in Psychology; The new country being America, the new city being New York City and the New College being the UA University, top University in Psych, The Arts and The Sciences.
How did he get here again? Shinsou Hitoshi is definitely having a mini-existential crisis right now as he’s laying down staring at the ceiling.
Shinsou is resting on his unmade plastic bed, the bottom of his legs dangling off the tall bed with drawers underneath. He’s staring up at the florescent dorm lights annoyingly flickering in his eyesight, blinding him and he wonders if this was a good choice to decide to study abroad like this. His high school had descent English classes so his English is fine, he’s not worried about that, but he is worried about…people.
And sure people are everywhere on this planet, but he cannot help his worries.
People have always been an issue with him due to his mind controlling quirk, so he has varied reactions from people. Their reactions consist of their nonchalant, insult disguised comments about his quirk being suited to be for a villain, fear for being in his vicinity or frustration with having someone like him exist. Other people do not click with him, but it’s not like he doesn’t want that. He tried before and no one has…as soon as they meet him they ask and…
He’s frowning harder now at the lights on his dorm cieling. So, he closed his eyes and lets out another big sigh to escape from his mouth, alongside all the feelings he has boiling inside him. Calm. He must calm down. He covered bother of his eyes and took another breath and counted to 10. He’ll be fine. He’ll be okay.
He transferred here to get away from people who see him as a villain to be and only that back home, but that is only one reason. He transferred here to meet new people, diverse people, people who…don’t know him from high school days and to excel in the selected field he has chosen.
And he will succeed in his field, he is determined with that. Howver, he also wants…a new beginning for himself. He didn’t like his origin story back home, so he has taken a chance, taken a risky step to create a new one.
It is then the door handle to his dorm room began to wriggle. It started off calmly wriggling and then more violently wriggling. Shinsou sat up on the bed he claimed on the far right corner of the room at the back, next to the window, and held his breath.
Oh no. He completely forgot about the random assigned roommate thing that every freshman is unable to opt out of no matter what. He just shrugged his shoulders at that before, but now he’ll be living with a freaking stranger. Only now did his brain register this, for even though he has people issues and people have issues with him, this was the least of his worries when applying.
The door handle rattled more, but he heard the muffled voice of a boy mutter, “Dang it, really? Of course, I get the room on the highest floor and a broken door.”
Shinsou’s mouth twitched with an aborted smile that disappeared immediately as he stood up quick and crossed the room to open the door for his new roommate. When he reached out to open the door, the door swung open and all he felt was pain.
“Yer kidding. A week. We
have an entire week like this?” Raph looked at his very human fingers on his
very human hands attached to his very (temporarily) human body. “An entire week?”
Donatello scanned himself and his brothers. What had been a lab accident while
handling the purple ooze had resulted in whatever this was. Raph had another
concern. His soulmate timer was within hours now, and maybe being like this
would help him meet the person he was meant to spend his entire life with.
“So…” Leo tried to come
up with a plan. But if he was being honest, he had no idea how to handle this.
“We’ve gotta seize the
opportunity, dudes. We’re only ever going to be normal once, we have to take
advantage of it.”
“And?” Leo raised an
“We’re gonna go to
“So these are your…” The
counselor from the high school looked up to April and Casey, the boys standing
in a line behind them.
“These are my nephews.”
April said. “They’re kind of transfer students, but only for a week or so. It’s
part of a program to let Queens students experience what school is like in the
rest of New York City.”
“Sounds doable. Do you
have their grades and records and such on hand, or do I need to contact their
other school for the information?”
“It should all be here,
but I can call Principal Mayweather if we’re missing anything.” April pushed
her glasses up her nose and handed the counselor a flash drive Donnie had
thrown together that morning.
“Great. Thank you so
Raph glanced down at his
timer. Minutes. Minutes now. The counselor gave them their schedules and sent
them on their way. It was about ten minutes until class was supposed to start,
and about ten until Raph was supposed to meet his soulmate. God, his heart was
racing in his unusual human chest. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.
April and Casey said
goodbye to the boys and told them they’d come pick them up after school. Next,
they attempted to find their lockers. All the way up on the third floor above
the art wing. Raph scanned the numbers for the four that belonged to himself
and his brothers. It took a few minutes, but they found them. God, combination
locks were confusing, but Donnie helped him figure it out with his clumsy human
fingers. He wasn’t used to having so many. What were the extra two good for
He grabbed his math book
and his notebook and calculator and dumped it into the red backpack that sort
of made him feel like he had a shell again. It was a comforting weight, sort
of. It gave an illusion that he was still who he had always been, despite looking
and feeling so different now. Needing all of the same core classes meant that
the boys were together for their first two hours, but they broke off in the
afternoon to do the specials they had chosen.
So off they headed to
Geometry, where they were sure Donnie would have to explain everything to them. When they got to the
classroom, they were greeted by a group of fresh faces. Nerds, jocks, preps,
goths, rockers, it seemed that everyone was represented. A few of the girls
whispered to one another, subtly pointing to the group of attractive boys in
front of them and giggling about the endless possibilities.
“Transfer students, huh?
There are some seats over there in the back of the room. What are your names?”
Donatello, and Michelangelo.” Leo answered. Mrs. Russo’s skeptical face told
them he should have given her their nicknames instead. “Our uh, parents are
huge art geeks.” He offered.
“I can tell. Well,
Renaissance gang, you can sit in the four seats to the left of Ms. (L/N).
(Y/N), raise your hand please.”
You didn’t lower the book
from your face when you raised your hand. Raph didn’t know what it was about
you that was throwing him off, but there was something there. It felt like a
wire had wrapped around his heart and was starting to squeeze. Great. A heart
attack what- twenty seconds- before he met his soulmate. Wonderful.
He walked over and took
the seat beside you, his brothers settling into the other seats. As the bell
rang to signal class had started, you folded your bookmark into the center of
the book and set it on the desk beside your math stuff. Finally, you glanced
over at Raph just as his counter hit zero.
His green eyes widened as
he took in everything about you. The cute black plastic frames that sat on your
nose, the perfect bun of soft locks that sat atop your head, the music notes
painted onto your fingernails and the piano key suspenders that held up your
black skirt. You were so goddamned cute he could barely stand it. His heart
hammered in his chest. And then he spotted the timer on your wrist.
You still had ten days
He looked around to see
if anyone else had finished their timer, but there wasn’t anyone. Just him.
“You’re the new kids?”
You asked. God, your voice was so sweet. It hurt. Maybe you weren’t meant to be
with him, but he knew with all of his beating heart that he was meant to be
“Y-yeah.” Raph replied.
“I’m Raphael. Call me Raph.” He smiled at your unknowing gaze. You didn’t know
how much you had crushed him in the instants he had known you.
“(Y/N) (L/N).” His eyes
wandered to the book on your desk.
“Beastly.” You replied, handing him the worn book. “I’ve read it
like seven thousand times. It’s honestly amazing. I’m in love with Beauty and the Beast, so this is just-
ugh it’s so good.”
“Hmm.” He flipped through
the pages before handing it back to you. “I’ll have ta check it out sometime.
Never seen it.”
“You what?! We’ve gotta change that.” You smiled at the little
“Might just have to take
ya up on that offer.” He grinned. You felt your heart melt a little.
Mrs. Russo started the
lesson, and it didn’t take long for Raph to become completely and utterly
confused. Donnie was busy helping Mikey and Leo seemed to understand what was
happening, but Raph was so lost. And based on the notes on your page, you
seemed to get it.
“Hey,” he whispered. “Can
you uh, I don’t get it.”
“Sure!” you nodded. “What
do you need help with?”
“How are ya supposed to
use the whatever-it-is to find the side? I keep getting’ the wrong numbers.”
“Okay so this is the hypotenuse.”
“And so you just add the
squares of the other sides to-”
“This is a triangle, what
do squares have to do with it?” he asked. You giggled.
“You’ve never taken
Geometry before, have you?”
“How’d ya guess?” he
offered a sheepish chuckle and shook his head. “It may as well be written in Chinese.”
“Well, tell you what, I
don’t have any plans after school. If you need a tutor, you could come to my
apartment. We’ll watch Beauty and the
Beast and do math. Two birds in one stone.”
“Sounds great.” He felt
his heart start hammering again and wished it would stop. He couldn’t have you.
You weren’t his to have. He wasn’t your soulmate. The universe didn’t care
about his feelings. And yet, he accepted the invitation knowing full well that
the more he built up momentum, the harder he’d fall when he lost you.
“I can’t believe you’ve
never seen this movie.” You told him as you sat down with the popcorn on the
couch of your apartment. The math was done, and now all that was left was to
expose him to the movie you held nearest and dearest to your heart.
“Grew up with four boys,
there’s not a whole lot of Disneying that goes on.”
“Well, I guess that’s
what I’m around for, right?” You asked, tossing a few kernels of fluffy popcorn
into your mouth. Raph grabbed a handful too.
“Guess so. That and math
assistance.” He chuckled. You pressed play and draped a blanket over your legs
and his. You had only met Raph that afternoon, but it felt like you had known
him for years. Maybe he was just meant to be your best friend. Maybe there was
a secret internal clock that had stopped ticking while the one counting down her
true love was still running.
As the movie started,
Raph watched every second. He loved every minute of it, but maybe only because
he had you beside him, reciting every word right along with it. He was
surprised the DVD even worked at all with how many times you had probably
watched it. It was unhealthy, but this perfect little quirk was one of the many
things he’d miss when he’d have to let you go.
After morning classes the
next day, you found Raph and his brothers at lunch and took a seat with them
instead of sitting with your other friends as you usually did. The other three
smiled at you. They had talked to Raph the night before in a conversation that
had basically consisted of Raph telling them about his soulmate that wasn’t his
soulmate and the movie they had watched about loving people beyond their
exterior. Donnie had called it beautifully tragic and pretty damn ironic. Raph
agreed. But he was determined to be friends with you at least. He wanted to get
to know you. He’d rather know you for a week and then never see you again than
never know you for who you really were before it was too late.
“Hey (Y/N),” Raph
“So, I figured, if this
is your only week here, we’ve gotta make the best of it. Mall. Tonight. Do you
“No.” Leo answered. “No
“Good. I have a car. Meet
me by my locker after school.”
“All right, angelcakes.”
Mikey winked. “We’ll be there.”
Here they were. The mall.
It wasn’t what they had expected, but in a way, it was. There were pretzel
stands and pop-up Chinese food places, a bunch of clothing stores that they
could smell from the other end of the mall, and of course the movie theater. You
and the boys nestled into the corner booth of the food court with giant pretzels,
nachos, and giant red slushies. And they just watched.
“You guys act like you’ve
never been to a mall before.” You chuckled, taking a sip of your slushy. They
offered apologetic shrugs.
“Would it be bad if we
told ya we haven’t?” Raph asked. You raised an eyebrow.
“Seriously?! This trip
has taken on a new importance. After we finish these pretzels, we have a
“What are we gonna do?”
You had promised
everything, and you had pretty much delivered. Hollister? Check. Target? Check.
The arcade? Check. Photo booth? Check. Movie? In progress. Raph as seated
beside you with Mikey on his other side. Mikey kept making attempts at
signaling his older brother to get him to make a move on you. Raph shook his
head. The move wasn’t his to make. He couldn’t push himself on you. Not like
But when there was a huge
jump scare, you clung to his bicep, causing both of your heart rates to soar. A
slow smile crept across his lips.
“Oh, I-I’m sorry.” You
apologized. Raph leaned into whisper a reply.
“No harm done. If ya need
someone to protect ya from the monsters, I’m right here.”
“Oh hush, you.” You giggled
as a timid blush settling across your cheeks and gave his shoulder a tiny
shove, earning a deep chuckle. Another distorted creature jumped out of the shadows
on the screen. Mikey spilled popcorn, and you pulled one of Raph’s large hands
in front of your face. He laughed and smiled at you, a soft smile that his
brothers had never seen before.
But it faded just as fast
as it had formed with the realization that he only had a few more days with you
before he’d have to say goodbye. Forever. He had been human for so long now
that he had forgotten he’d have to go back. The clock was ticking. He had to
take advantage of this while he could because before he knew it, he’d lose his
soulmate just as fast as he had found her.
The week passed in a
breeze. Your school days consisted of helping Raph with math and having lunch
with him and his brothers. After school hours, all five of you would pile into
your car and go back to your apartment for pizza and movies. But today…today
was different. Today was goodbye. Raph wanted to make it special. If he was going
to let you go, he certainly didn’t want you to forget him.
April had helped him pack
a picnic basket and assisted him with his surprise present. So at noon on
Saturday, he arrived at your apartment to pick you up and then you took the
train to Central Park.
He had told you that the
rest of the boys were busy packing up, but really they just wanted to give
their brother space to say goodbye to you on his own. After all, he was the one
losing the most when they became turtles again. He had hours.
You sat down on the red
and white checkered blanket and helped him unpack the food and such. You popped
a bright strawberry into your mouth. It was a few minutes before Raph brought
up the topic of goodbye.
“So uh, we’re goin’ back
to Queens tomorrow.” Raph said. You nodded. “So uh, I wanted to say goodbye.”
“It’s not like we can’t
still hang out, right? We can still be friends.” You looked at him. He smiled
sadly. “Can’t we?”
“I don’t know. I just…I’m
not what you think I am…I’m not who you
think I am. You’re meeting your soulmate in three days and-”
“How did you know about
that?” you asked, heart racing at the thought of the future being so close. Too
“It’s on yer wrist.” Raph
shrugged. A sad look formed in his green eyes and a sudden wave of realization
washed over you. You grabbed Raph’s hand, pulling his wrist so you could see
it. He tried to pull it back from you, but didn’t want to fight you, and he
didn’t want to lie to you either. Well, more than he already was anyway.
“Your timer…” Your face
scrunched up. “Who’s your soulmate?”
question.” Raph answered. You looked at him slowly, hesitating to meet his
gaze. As soon as your eyes fell on his, his hand tensed up.
“No.” your voice was
quiet, eyes wide and heart trying to escape your chest. “It can’t…I can’t…Mine is still…” Your eyes locked
onto the numbers as they ticked lower and lower. You denied it, and yet maybe
you had known the moment you met him. Something was off. Something about the
way h talked to you, the way he interacted with you.
“I know. It’s impossible.
But uh, I never really expected to have a soulmate anyway, so…I guess at least
I got to know ya before I gotta say goodbye.”
“It’s all right.” Raph
read the hurt on your face. The broken that came with the hand the universe had
dealt the two of you. “I’ll be all right. So will you when you meet him.” He
reached into the basket. “I got ya something to remember me by.”
Raph pulled out a little
velvet box and opened it. Inside was a necklace: a silver turtle pendant on a
leather cord. “I…I know it ain’t much, but-”
“I love it.” You told
him. You wish you could tell him more. That you loved him, that you were his
soulmate, but one of those statements wasn’t true. Raph did the clasp around
your neck and pulled your hair over the cord. He smiled sadly. You took his
hand in your own. “No matter what happens…no matter what the universe has in store
for either of us…I will never forget you, Raphael. I promise. And I know it
doesn’t matter much, but…I love you.” You stated quietly. He pulled you into
his arms and held you as though you would disappear.
“It matters more that ya
could ever know. I love you too.”
Raph woke up the next
morning the way he grew up. A turtle. Big and bulky and covered in muscle. His
scales and shell had reappeared as his extra fingers and hair had disappeared. He
rolled over and stared at the wall. You were gone. He had lost you forever, and
two nights from now, you would move on. You would forget about him.
He rolled onto his shell
and stared at the ceiling, cursing the universe for everything. He wanted to
punch something, so off to the dojo he went to punch the shit out of their
punching bag. This went on for two days. Raph listened to his loud music and
punched their bag until it fell off of its hook, only to pick it up and repeat
the cycle. He barely ate, and every time he tried to sleep, all he could see
was your face and the sadness in your eyes when you realized you were his but
he couldn’t be yours. The heartbreak he had caused. The heartbreak he had
He should have just left
you at the very beginning. Then he wouldn’t be like this.
When Leo announced a
patrol on the night you were going to move on from him, he was ready to bust
some heads. How else was the emotion supposed to get out of him? His anger, his
sadness, his regret, he was going to get rid of all of it.
And so out they went, out
of the sewers and onto the surface, hopping from building to building until
finally, they found what they were looking for: crime. Some lowlife gang
members were harassing some chick, and they were going to put a stop to it. Except,
the chick wasn’t just any old girl. It was you.
Raph stopped in his tracks, the anger bubbling up inside of him before diving
in to pull the guys off of you. The guys were going to help him, but he didn’t
need it. He was so powerful, zipping through the shadows like, well, a ninja.
The guys left standing ran for the hills, terrified of the huge green creature
that had beat up their friends.
You took a few shaky
steps backwards. What if whatever had helped was coming for you next. You
couldn’t see him in the dark, but Raph could see you. Even now, you were
stunning. You took a few steps forward, causing him to step back.
“I ain’t who ya think,
(Y/N).” Raph said. Your breath hitched, eyes awash in realization.
“Raphael?” Your broken
voice sliced through the silence. He didn’t answer. “Y-your voice sounds
“Ya don’t gotta be
afraid.” He tried to reassure you. His voice came from much higher than it had
in the past. Had he always been this tall? Your heart hammered and your face
reddened and you didn’t know why you
were scared, but you were. “It’s okay.”
“Raph, let me see you.”
“I uh…don’t think that’s
a good idea.”
“Please.” You whispered.
You glanced down at your wrist. There were seconds left. “Please.”
“I want ya tah remember me
that way. Not like…this.”
“What do you mean?” You
knew what he meant.
“Please, just go home,
(Y/N)! Forget about me!”
“I…I can’t, Raph! I can’t just pretend you don’t exist!” You stared at the
numbers before holding up your wrist to show him, if he could even see. “I
think you’re my soulmate! And for some reason the wires got twisted somewhere,
but…Please, Raphael. I love you.” You
looked up at where he stood in the dark for a few more seconds before
collapsing to your knees, tears rolling down your soft cheeks. Raph carefully,
slowly knelt before you so quietly you hadn’t heard him.
He pressed his hand
against your cheek, wiping away the tears with his large green fingers. Your
eyes opened gradually, rising to look up at his tear-filled green eyes in time
with the ding of your timer. The large, rough green face in front of you was a
little more than a shock. Your eyes widened. He began to pull away, but you grabbed
his huge green hand, keeping him there.
“I’m sorry. About all of
this.” He didn’t dare to look at you. Not now that you knew what he truly was.
Your small hand ventured up to his cheek, gently travelling across the scales
there. Your tentative touches sent shivers up his spine.
“Sorry for what?”
“I’m sorry yer stuck
“Shhhhh…” You shushed
him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He held you against his chest, his
arms moving slowly to embrace you. He had never imagined you could love him.
Not like this. But here you were, hugging him as though he was human.
“But I’m a freak.” Were the only words he could
manage to put together.
“You’re not a freak.” You
pulled away so you could look at him. “You’re a hero. If it weren’t for you and your brothers, I would be dead
three times over.” You paused, watching the slow smile that formed on his
cheeks. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” His
voice was muffled by the fabric of your sweatshirt as he buried his face in the
crook of your neck. “I love you so freakin’ much.”