#guys it's lexiechr

[oleander-nin]

Hi- ❤️💜💙🧡

Hi! I love you for this and appreciate it more than you can imagine, but I don't understand? Did something happen? Also I love your work, it's very good, muy bien, sehr gut!

[notjustdragonspages]

We crave violence-

We also crave kisses and cuddles-

So-got you a turt that will name an atomic bomb after you, and dip you during a dance for a passionate kiss-

I hate the feeling and sight of blood, but damn do I love seeing a man go feral- (also definitely not writing a fluffy mating season piece with Donnie no-sir-)

*chokes*

Wh-what?! Really?!

HAHAHA I'm taking his territorial emotional ass for cuddles after pizza.

[itsyagurlchip]

the thread

the link

please be safe out there my lovelies. share this to anyone you know, please. im a minor, and i wouldn't have figured out half as many things i know if i didn't have the internet.

i wouldn't know much about self care.

i wouldn't know much about mental health

i wouldn't know about the importance of self love

i wouldn't know about gaza

i wouldn't know where i would call for a suicide line

i wouldn't know who i am, and how comfortable i am with my gender and sexuality

i wouldn't know those dumb facts that people love to hear me think about.

i wouldn't know about fanfiction

i wouldn't know how important it is to keep a fandom growing.

i wouldn't know a healthy way of expressing myself rather than bursting in anger and crying myself to sleep.

i wouldn't have the same mind set if i never had the internet to begin with.

I would be taken more advantage of, moreso for my age and my past tolerance for things.

I would assume horrible things and believe anything that anyone would tell me

I would be so depressed, being on my own as an online student.

Id hate the world for the situations id put myself in.

id probably resort to addiction, or self harm.

or even worse, suicide.

This place is so important to me. You guys are so important to me. So instead of just saying no, lets tell them why! lets tell them the effects this may have on teenagers like me! lets give them an alternative for a better Internet!!

(btw if that didn't didnt move u or smt, the bill is unconstitutional. it violates our right of free speech,. especially if the government doesn't like it. imagine a site vouching for fair practices, and being erased and blocked simply because the government wants to. imagine your safe place being blocked just because it was deemed "inappropriate for minors", even when determining the things that are appropriate for certain people is a whole spectrum in itself. and guess what, that's for the parents to decide!! not the damn government. if not for me, or yourself, then do it to spite the gov! anarchy bitch!!)

@/anyone you want to know!!, please!!!

@radicallxser @actuallyacerrr @amorvincitomnia-14 @acutiewithagun @aggressiveanon @tmnt-shitposting @thealphagirl @oleander-nin @spongejuice @shittyutmv @saltydoesstuff @fluffyr0cky @finleyforevermore @f1oricide @kittykittyanon @lykaios2 @lexiechr @ziipzeepzop-eez @mingthegod @aimasup

if you couldn't tell, these are the people i follow. these are some of the people who helped me see a better life. these are the people who i look up to, who i admire, and love with will my heart despite not seeing each other face to face.

I have about 80 followers.

These are the people who found me and decided to give me a follow. even if they dont look at my works, or are even to scared to interact with me, they still follow me because i impacted them in some way.

i would like to tell you all thank you, and your welcome.

❤️❤️❤️

[little-mouse-gardens]

Yandere outlaw turtles and sheriff reader au

Another rottmnt au that popped up in my head (romantic)

Warning: Mentions of violence, blood, murder, weapons, alcohol unhealthy relationships, manipulation, kidnapping (do not condone this behavior in real life. this is only for entertainment purposes only)

I don’t normally do character x reader writing (mostly because I’m not great at it) I mostly do character x oc stuff.

Gonna say, thanks @lexiechr for inspiring some of my ideas!

So…I rewatched the movie rango….and I’ve been seeing the cowboy turtles au going around and rattlesnake jake, one of the Antagonists in rango, is feeding into my brainrot

Yan outlaw turtles with a newly appointed sheriff reader after they defeat some criminal and are made sheriff.

Basically reader lives out in the old west, on a nice ranch with their cattle surrounded by the wide open spaces alongside their trusted steed and two loyal canine companions.

After catching a well known criminal for the town, albeit by accident, they are appointed as the new Sheriff of the town.

Slowly, reader begins Learning the ropes along the way. From tracking crooks down to learning a variety of methods like archery and even some tricks with herbs to catch and bring back criminals.

As they continue their duties as protector of the town, they start to hear rumors about a band of out laws known as the hamato brothers. Turtle mutants that are deadly criminals with an extensive record of robberies, murders, arsons, tortures etc. you name it.

Reader, in over their head and with no other options, ends up being thrown into conflict when the turtles (separately) end up coming into town to cause chaos. Stealing, scaring and harassing everyone ect. And reader is doing their best to stop them.

When the person who raised reader gets hurt by one of the turtles, reader. Just goes quiet. No more mild panic, just silence.

Slowly turning their head to look directly at the turtles. Everything seems to fall silent as they slowly walk towards them. Boots jingling and pistol, containing the last bullet, clutched tightly in their hand.

Reader just Calmly walks up to them. All the while the turtles are mocking them, basically saying ‘you ain’t got the nerve to shoot’ and reader just stares them down keeps the gun pointed at them with their figure apply the tiniest amount of pressure as a silent warning and says ‘try me’ with zero hesitation.

In that moment, seeing the sheer bravery of this new sheriff, the turtles (separately) fell head over heels for reader. Reader forces these guys to get out of town and a celebration is held In readers honor.

However for weeks after, reader notices odd things. All of the sudden, other crooks they’re supposed to bring back to town comply instantly. no chasing, no gun fights, no cursing. Hell one of the guys even confessed to everything. When reader would press them as to why they were going so easy on them…they just say because there are some more powerful criminals out there who promised not to chop them up if they did.

Whenever reader does see the turtles. They never get the chance to fight, or at least can’t due to doing the right thing if no crimes are being committed. Reader is given dozens of gifts (most defiantly stolen off someone or a lot of people), flirted with and promised a life of love, luxury and adventure if they’ll ride off into the sunset with them. Gifts and letters left on the doorstep of her ranch and some of her ranch chores already miraculously done before they wake.

Reader notices a lot of the people who would talk with them, or are close to her suddenly go missing or come up dead. All with the same calling card, a note written in blood stating ‘for those who try and take whats mine’

To say the least, reader is terrified, but determined as hell to protect their town.

So, reader makes sure to get as much information as possible. Especially after they nearly get kidnapped by the turtles (once again, separately) one evening after patrolling the outskirts of town.

They question everyone they can, from the mayor to the arsonist awaiting trial. And they accumulate a good catalogue of knowledge on the turtles.

They live out near the forested mountain area where the plains fade into pine forests and rocky cliffs inside of an old ranch that they conned a wealthy rancher into giving them. Acres for them to hide stolen goods, cattle and hell even bodies they don’t want found.

Raphael - most notorious from town to town. Victims of his crime sprees are always found beaten to a pulp. Bones broken, face unrecognizable. Primary and expert cattle thief. Herds of cattle missing, wrestles bulls albeit tenderly with zero effort to get them to go where he wants them to. No criminal or person wants piss him off, out fear for their lives.

Leonardo - a true manipulator. A con artist with deadly accuracy. There is no situation he can’t weasel himself out in and out of. However if manipulating the smuggler or bank teller into giving him what he wants, he can always just portal them into a bears den or pit of rattlesnakes if they prefer not to cooperate? Or he’ll just have to start chopping off limbs if- oh? They want to talk now? Well that’s just peachy~

Donatello - a doctor with a level of knowledge and skill that no one wants to mess with. Torture and experimentation can and will be on his list of options when it comes to getting what he wants. An expert in trade and all things related to chemicals, machinery that can be sold and traded in. Plus he knows everything there is to know about banks and how they work, plus he will test if the moonshine they stole or were ‘generously granted’ is worth the price. If it isn’t well….run for the hills

Michelangelo - expert thief. No roads, bakery’s, art museums or galleries are safe from him. Most of his victims get strung up, left for buzzards to pick at with At with taunting messages. Bakeries and the craft store give him things for free, no charge in bundles or hell, even the all the stock if it means they get to go on another day unscathed. Another expert in manipulation, he’ll be sweet until he decides other methods will have to be used, he thinks often times poisoning food is a good method to get someone to do as he says.

Reader keeps this information in the back of their mind at all times. Making sure to exploit their weakness in an effort to make sure nothing happens to anyone in their town. Up until the point the turtles literally threaten to blow the town up into dust unless reader agrees to come live with them and agree to be their spouse in nine month time. Which leaves reader with only two options.

Take the risk. Call their bluff and tell them no or…agree and save the town from destruction and doom

Reader, after careful contemplation and realizing that The turtles aren’t really bluffing, decides to sacrifice themselves for the safety of the townsfolk.

Another thing reader notes is that, even if they manage to disarm the explosives, they are screwed anyways. The turtles know where they live, sleep, and who they care about the most.

Reader knows Kidnapping is not above the turtles and if reader rides out save their loved one, how will they know if it’s a trap and their loved one is dead?

The risk is just to great.

So, much to readers dismay, they are forced to go with them.

Dread in their eyes standing next to their trusty horse carrying their belongings. their two trusty canine companions at their side. Slowly showing the turtles their silver engraved gun and badge before dropping both to the ground as way of saying ‘fine. You win. But don’t you dare hurt these people’

When reader gets back to the turtles ranch, they just go off into the guest room to cry. But still, there’s still an ounce of determination in the sheriff. If they have to act like a doting partner who accepts the turtles for their diabolical crimes then so be it. But they won’t break readers spirit.

If that means letting raph cuddle them and sit with him while he tends to the dozens of cattle they have stolen from other farmers? then reader will sit there and bottle feed a lamb, calf or foal and let him gush over how cute they are.

If that means allowing leo to give them dresses and jewels while settled across his lap while he brags about the jeweler he killed and whispers sweet affectionate words to them? then reader will just settle there quietly. Occasionally complimenting his confidence and strength.

Sitting out back in the shed with donnie while he works on different types of poisons, gadgets and maps for the next wave of crimes that they could commit. Complimenting his genius and the gifts he makes for reader while he absentmindedly pressed kisses to their temple and bragged about his invention

Willing to Riding out with Mikey to let him paint reader and painting with him under the stars with a picnic of food if it means preventing him from running another wagon off the paths.

All the while reader just sit backs and plots. Plots and awaits the right opportunity, maybe a month or two before the wedding to escape.

With the outlaw au turtles, when reader tried to escape at first. It was in the middle of the night, takes their dogs and their horse and just rides off into the hills towards the nearest settlement through the woods. Sending the turtles (separately) into a panic when they realize their beloved fiancé is not in bed.

and Literally from night to the early hours of the morning is all chaos for everyone around until reader is eventually caught and brought back to them. Burning buildings, civilian casualties, ect.

And when reader is brought back, the turtles (separately) decide it bust to make the wedding date sooner rather than later. Keeping their beloved under watchful eyes so they can keep them safe and closebye. Making sure to do everything possible to coax reader to love them back and accept their new life.

[everythingbutdragons]

...stuff under the cut.

Been imagining this-

Donnie sighing as he walks into his lab, turning down the small hallway that leads to his room. Glancing around before reaching up to his shoulder to press the button that releases his battle shell.

He lets out a low groan as he slippes it off his shoulders, hanging it up on the wall with his other creations. Taking off all his other gear, he quickly wiggles out of his shorts, hissing as cold air hits his tail. Donnie tucks his tail against himself before grabbing a pair of sweats and throwing them on.

Turning to his bed he hops onto it and shuffles in happy circles. Flopping down he buries his face into the nest of his clothing and yours, plus a few blankets and sheets. He churrs, happily wiggling and not particularly caring his ass was still in the air.

Bringing his hands in front of him, he stretches- the good kind that makes his brain melt. He relaxes into the bed again, your combined scents putting him on cloud-nine. His hind-brain was also happy, causing him to chirp subconsciously as his thoughts drift to you.

It was his season. Mating season. Donnie expected to be more prepared but his schedule had been thrown out of whack since hed started dating you. Not that he minds- you take care of him. Changing the sheets or blankets, bringing him food and water, keeping him company... there were so many things you did. He couldnt help the way his thoughts drift to the... more intimate things you help him with.

See, Donnie had always been a switch. He loved fucking you- trust me, with how loud he is you cant not know. But he also enjoys the other way around. And for some reason, his hind-brain effected that during his season. Donnie is a sub when its mating season. Whining when you ride him, or drooling when you fuck him. Hes not sure why, and sometimes it can frustrate and upset him. But you're always there to help him- the boy gets emotional during mating season too.

Sighing again he buries his face further into the sheets, trying to cool his mind. He didnt want to be riled up. Especially if you werent here. It never ended well. Whining in distress at the thought of what could happen, he didnt hear you walk into his room, a grin on your face.

Sneaking up behind him, delighted in seeing his ass in the air, his tail standing proud and wagging slightly, you reach out and brush it with your finger tips. Donnie yelps in surprise snapping his head around to look at you.

"Y-y/n?! I thought you were supposed to be home later-?"

"They let me leave early. Some guy stole something and cops came. So they said i could take the rest of the evening off," you chuckle, grabbing his tail and gently rubbing the underside of it with your thumb, watching him melt into the bed. "Plus, i didnt want to leave you for so long, especially with your season."

He chirps in response, eyes heavily lidded as his chin rested on one of your hoodies. You continue the gentle rubbing, feeling his tail twitch and eag in your palm. It had taken a long time for him to let you do this. Donnie had been very hesitant the first time you brought it up, given it was so sensitive and he didnt want to embarrass himself.

But you had been so gentle, carefully kneading it as he churred. It had actually put him to sleep- he now frequently asked you to do it, hinting at it after dinner or after a hard day at work. Even just when you two have woken up, he'll nuzzle his beak under your nose and ask softly.

Turning your hand, the gentle rubbing turns into a careful stroking, running your whole hand along his tail. He whines softly, his legs widening their stance as his hips dip a bit. Finding it hard to keep his eyes open, he buries further into your hoodie and groans.

You grin, bending over him slightly to reach his shell, rubbing at it. His response was immediate in a soft moan, his tail twitching. You keep stroking, watching him fall apart, smiling and cooing at him as he-

*coughs* anyways.

@desceros @lexiechr @nyxus-nyx

[sforspoot]

*Boss music starts playing*

(Maybe.. au? At some point? I’m curious on if that’d be interesting for these two to just be crochet dolls- what if I make more Pokémon characters into little dolls- just a thought-)(These liddol guys from here)

-1/4/2023

-Time spent, 3hrs

There are two types of Chrochet Emmet and Crochet Ingo fans, there are @lexiechr types and there are @salsa-di-pomodoro types….Honestly Lexie better start runnin at this point- sorry-

What happens in crochet club stays in crochet club-

-Crochet regards, Spootie boi

[bloodyellenlost]

Found this picrew and thought you guys might like it.

Tagging @lexiechr @mrabubu @souperwrites @daniibirb

[lykaios2]

RAHHHHH

guys

guys

it hasn't even been 1 month since I started this blog-

I would like to thank several people, those people being:

@acutiewithagun, @lexiechr, @astral--horrorshow, @towomatos, @m0nster-fluffer/@purple-flagz, @10yagurlchip01, and whoever else likes my garbage

in celebration, I'm creating tags for all the lovely mutuals listed above

[oleander-nin]

Hi Nin!! Can i request the platonic yan Draxum with a human reader? Ty!!!

Platonic Yandere Draxum Headcanons

A/N, not important: I hope it's okay I did headcanons👍. I think I'm finally off my hiatus, so hi guys. Also, do you like the new format? I didn't change much, but y'know. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me. - Ollie

CW: kidnapping, infantilization, isolation, dark themes, yandere themes(I think that's all?)

Words: 470

Summary: Platonic Yandere Draxum Headcanons

Pre-redemption arc:

Keeps telling himself he’s going to mutate you. He hates humanity, but here you are, someone he surprisingly tolerates. He wants to mutate you, to use you as a test subject, but he can’t make himself actually do it. He doesn’t know what’s holding him back, but he knows he doesn’t want anything to go wrong when it comes to you.

He’ll probably keep you in his lair until he’s decided what to do with you, not willing to let you go and have you possibly alert the human world to his plans. Especially since he usually ends up monologuing to you a lot.

Is protective with you and will treat you like a servant or a minor assistant. He likes to explain what he’s doing science/mystic wise, even if you don’t understand. While he’s not the most patient, he’ll not fault you for not knowing what he’s talking about. You’re just a human after all.

After his lab explodes and he has to go to the surface, he’s even more determined to not let you leave his sight. He doesn’t want you talking to the foot, or other mutants in case they hurt you, so he just keeps you near him. Especially since you’re now somewhere you’re more familiar with, and have a higher chance at succeeding at escaping him.

Post redemption arc:

Still protective of you, gets grumpy when you complain about being stuck in the apartment. He doesn’t want you to leave, especially since the foot and Big Mama know what you look like because of all his dealings. He’s paranoid that one of them may grab you to use you against him.

Still doesn’t let you return home, even with you now living on the surface with him. He thinks your old family and friends don’t matter, especially since you have him to hang out with. Now that he has his job as well, he has a proper way to provide food and such for you. He sees no reason for you to leave, even more so since he doubts you’d come back.

Treats you like a small child no matter your age. Yokai live for hundreds if not thousands of years, and Draxum is definitely aware of this. You know nothing compared to him, and your life experience is negligible. You’re young and fragile and need him to help you through life. He can teach you everything you could possibly want to know.

Thinks you’re weak because you’re human. In a sense, he’s right of course, but he takes it to the extreme. He’ll act like your glass or refuse to let you do things you want because he thinks you’ll end up hurt. Unless he needs you to help him with something, he or Huginn and Muninn do everything for you.

Tag list: @f1oricide @itsyagurlchip @lordfreg @acutiewithagun @rottmnttmnt2012 @lixnininotnay @lexiechr @ssak-i

[oleander-nin]

The Weight Of A Letter(12)

A/N: Trying to make the chapters longer since I know you all hate the shorter ones, but this one still isn't too long. Sorry. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

Taglist? If you want to be added or removed, just say so: @ssak-i @sinister-things @ancreativename @t0ta11y-n0t-cup1d @idiotreblogger @whygz @lexiechr@10yagurlchip01 @rex-ray @sunsersilversky @theavianlady @sspiderj

Part 1 - Previous - Next

Words: 2393

Content warnings: Slight paranoia near the end, but none else I think?

Chapter 12: A Consequential Decision

I look at him as if he was insane, a laugh being pulled from my chest. He had to be pulling my leg. “You wrote me a love letter. The guy who’s been glaring at me this whole class? The guy who’s so far found a way to insult me in every sentence?”

“Of course,” He pauses, glancing back at the open letter. “(Y/n). I wrote you those letters. I’m Von Ryan.”

“I thought your name was CK.”

CK, or Von Ryan, did not seem amused by my comment. He glares at my smug grin, clearly holding himself back from insulting me more. His jaw ticks to the side as he takes a deep breath. I narrow my eyes as my grin falters. For my claimed secret admirer, he sure seems to be annoyed with my every move. The complete opposite of what the letters preached. There was no way he wrote them. I just needed to prove it.

“Von Ryan is an alias.” He says through gritted teeth. I roll my eyes. There was no way he was serious. 

“Sure it is.” I say coolly. I put the letter back into my bag while I attempt to hold myself back from punching him. If he really was the author, I was going to burn all the letters.

CK grumbles, his face going almost red with anger. “Well I’m sorry if the way I show love isn’t up to your standards, your majesty.”

His seething words nearly make me laugh, the way they drip down with loathing a lover could never muster, causing me to be even more certain he was not the one who wrote the letters. He couldn’t’ve, not with how he was acting. Either that, or this really was how he ‘loved’.

“How do I prove I wrote the letters?” He asks, his voice still tight. I look over at him, thinking it over. I wasn’t sure anything could make me believe him.

“Why did you start writing the letters?” I ask. If he answered enough of the questions mostly correctly, I’d be less inclined to not believe him. His face softens a bit and he shifts his weight, writing down the last equation on the paper.

“Because you’re everything I want.”

I roll my eyes. I wasn’t sure what I wanted him to answer, but hearing something so simple, so… easy. It wasn’t convincing. I glance him over, scowling. I doubted I would ever be convinced. “Sure lover boy. When did you send the first letter?”

He crosses his eyes for a second, seemingly thinking. He counts on his hand, his face scrunched up in concentration. “You’ve gotten around twenty, and I’ve given them every school day except the days you were gone, so around… three weeks ago?”

I nod, taking it. I had no idea when they started either way, so I couldn’t confirm or deny this. I chew on my cheek, trying to think of more questions. I hear CK huff, his cheeks puffing out in frustration. I couldn’t help but think he looked like a frog. A really, really, angry frog. 

“What if I take you on a date tomorrow night? Somewhere nice? I’ll try to redeem myself and you’ll see I’m not so bad.”

I tilt my head, considering it. I really didn’t want to ever spend time with him again, but dates usually involved food or fun activities… No. I refuse to fall for his tricks, let alone him. The writer of the letters was passionate, if not a bit crazy from most recent letters. I eye him up. He could fall in line with crazy, but passionate didn’t seem his style.

His eye twitches at my contemplation, a large hand running over his face. “I’ll buy you dinner.”

He waits another second for me to answer before he groans. “And dessert.”

“Deal.”

I grin, shouldering my bag as the bell rings. Even if he was a stuck up jerk, I could deal with dinner. It would be easy enough to leave if I needed to. I push past the other kids leaving, heading towards my locker. I still needed to tell Irma I wasn’t going home with her. Worry rolls in my stomach and I grimace at the thought. She would let me, of course, but I still felt bad. It’s not like I could tell her where I was going. I chew on my cheek, reshouldering my backpack out of habit. I guess I should also tell her about CK. Maybe she could talk me out of the date or knock some sense into me. 

I look up at the decal on the wall, the murals of past students who walked through these halls. The bright colors were stark in contrast with the gray wall, rainbows and patterns walking with me until the wall ends and I turn the corner. My eyes automatically land on Irma, her hair bunched up in a loose bun as she leans against my locker. Due to a spontaneous basketball meeting, she wasn’t able to see the letter this morning. It was also the perfect excuse for how I got my phone back. She wasn’t with me this morning, so she couldn’t confirm or deny how I got it. I just hoped she wouldn’t poke too many holes in my story.

I walk up next to her, nodding in thanks as she shifts away from my locker. I grab needed books and homework, depositing them in my bag while taking the letter and flower out to hand to Irma. Her eyebrows raise in surprise as she grins, knocking her shoulder against my own.

“Lover boy struck again, huh?”

I shrug, unsure when to tell her about the contents. This letter was more concerning than sweet, and now that CK was claiming to be the author, everything was even more complicated. I lean against my now closed locker, letting her read the note in peace. I could tell her of our learned information after.

As Irma reads the letter, her eyebrows furrow and a frown sets on her usually grinning face. I twirl the red rose that came with the letter in my hand, the smooth stalk having been stripped of its thorns. Irma carefully folds the letter and puts it back into the envelope, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“I know I spoke out in defense of letter guy, but he’s really making me regret that decision.”

“You notice it too?” I ask, grinning slightly out of relief. At least I wasn’t just being paranoid this time.

“Notice it? (Y/n), it’s practically jumping out at us. He’s not exactly being subtle. “You’re my one and only, and I would do anything to have you. You wouldn’t survive without me.” Yeah, that’s something you’d hear in a horror movie, not a love letter.” Irma runs her hand down her face, groaning. “I’m sorry they’re getting worse. I was hoping you’d have this to cheer you up. If the next ones are… Unpleasant, like this one is, I think we should tell the principal so they can find the writer.”

“I know who wrote them. Err, I know someone who claims they wrote them.” I put stress on the word ‘claims’, grimacing as I think back to our earlier interaction. Irma looks at me, her brown eyes muddled with confusion. She purses her lips, thinking of what to say, but I speak first.

“His name’s CK, no idea of a last name. He’s in my Physics class.”

Irma nods, sighing. “Okay, well we got that figured out then. What do you want to do about it? Report him? Let it keep going? Ignore him?”

I laugh nervously. “How about going on the date he asked me on?”

Irma stares at me and I shrink back, twirling the flower faster in my hands. She sighs, leaning her weight against the locker and letting her head hit the side. “That’s definitely an option, I guess. Do you like him?”

I snort. “No. He’s detestable.”

“Then you agreed to a date, why exactly?”

“He said he’d pay.”

Irma groans, taking me by the shoulders and shaking me. “(Y/n), food should not be a good bribe. I will buy you dinner if that’s what you want.”

“Yeah but I want to waste his money, not yours.”

Irma sighs, her hands tightening around my shoulder for a moment before loosening. “Just… be careful, okay? He’s probably just playing up the dramatics of the letters, but I’ll get my dad to let you borrow his phone tomorrow in case something goes wrong.”

“Oh, about that,” I say, fiddling in my pocket. I pull out my phone, perfectly pristine and fixed by Donnie. I smile nervously at Irma, watching her face carefully. “I got it back today.”

“What? When, how?”

“They dropped it off at the front of the school right after you left for basketball practice. They couldn’t hang around long either way, they had to run off to college.”

“You never mentioned they were a college student.”

“Never came up.”

Irma lets out an exasperated breath, pressing her forehead against mine. “You are insufferable. Now c’mon, my dad’s waiting for us.”

I suck in a sharp breath, my hands clenching at my sides. I try to force a smile on my face, hoping Irma wouldn’t be upset. Realistically I knew she wouldn’t, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling off. “About that… A friend invited me over for dinner. I’m not sure when I’ll get back, so I’ll stay in my apartment tonight. Tell Tony I say hi though.”

Irma chews on her cheek. “Oh. Well, you have your phone now, so… Just, call me or Tony if anything happens. And you know you can still stay with us, right?”

I nod, sighing. “I know, I just��� If I get back later than 9 I’m going to go to my apartment. The police cleared it a long time ago, so I might as well start getting used to it. I promise I’ll be safe.”

Irma nods, her face pinched in worry. “That’s all I can ask for.”

Irma pulls me into a tight hug before walking to the front of the school as I duck towards the back. I pull out my phone, skimming over the instructions Mikey had sent me. I was supposed to meet Donnie outside a restaurant a couple blocks from the school so he could show me where the lair was. I shoot a text to Donnie, letting him know I am on my way. I navigate the halls, ducking between straggling students until I reach the side door that would give me the straightest path to Donnie.

The door swings shut behind me as I move across the faculty parking lot in the back of the school. I could sense someone watching me as I walked, shadows in the corner of my eye darting between buildings and over rooftops. I couldn’t help but feel a bite of disappointment as my anxiety grew. I had an idea of who wrote the letters, my apartment has been cleared for weeks, and I haven’t had anything major happen in a while. I was really hoping these stupid hallucinations would die down. A bitter feeling mixed with the pain in my chest from my growing paranoia, turning into an ugly concoction of frustration. I try to keep my face schooled into a smile, not wanting to be grumpy when I get to Donatello. The last thing I want to be is a downer.

When I make it to the meeting point, I look around for Donnie. I huff when I don’t see him immediately.  Despite being an anthropomorphic turtle, he was really hard to spot. I turn to face the shadows to the alley when I notice slight movement just inside my peripheral vision, hoping to spot my guide. Once I can make out Donnie’s figure in the dark, I smile at him as he motions for me to follow him. He starts to slink back into the shadows and I follow, swallowing the lump sitting in my throat. Being led through an alleyway was not what I was expecting when he said he’d show me the way.

Donnie continued to lead me down the alleyway, my nerves climbing up higher and higher, goosebumps starting to pop up along my arms and legs. My poor decision making skills were starting to dawn on me. I barely knew this guy and I was willingly following him into a creepy alleyway, and no one knew where I was. Just how stupid am I? I exhale slowly, adjusting my bag on my shoulders so I could wipe my now clammy hands on my pants. Donnie just kept walking ahead of me, seeming to not be too worried about whether or not I was following behind. He stops at the end of the alleyway and I look around confused. There weren’t any entrances or openings back here.

“Glad you could make it. Are you ready to go?” Donnie asks as he lifts up a manhole cover I didn’t notice before. I stare at him, wondering if he's joking. I nearly gag at the smell that wafts up, trying to hold my stomach down. He doesn’t actually expect me to go in there, right?

“Go where?” I ask, praying this was all a big joke. There was no way he wanted me to go in a sewer. That’s repulsive at best. I grimace at the thought, taking a small step back.

“To the lair, dum dum.” Donnie moves the cover fully off of the maintenance hole, gesturing towards the opening as he waits for me to climb inside. I open and close my mouth a bit, trying to find the words.

“Donnie,” I say gently, as if he wasn’t aware. “That’s an opening to the sewers.”

“Scoff.” Donnie says, irritated at my comment while I cover my mouth with my hands. I really didn’t mean to say that. “Where did you think we’d live? A mansion?”

“Sorry, just wasn’t really expecting the sewers I guess. I didn’t mean to offend you.” Donnie looks at me for a moment before gesturing towards the hole. 

“In.”

I hesitate for a moment before slumping in defeat, grabbing hold of the ladder and climbing down into the dark sewers.

[oleander-nin]

The Weight of a Letter(11)

A/N: okay, I know he seems out of the blue, but this was planned for so long. Also, sorry it's not 3000(it's 697off), but I really wanted to end it where I did. This was so fun to write. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

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Chapter 11: A Dirty Liar

I moved through the motions of the day in a quiet buzz. Staying up all night talking to Mikey was fun, but ended up being a bit of a mistake. I could barely sit through each class. I fiddle with the rose I had received this morning along with another letter. It is beautiful, yes, but I’m starting to get unnerved. Today’s letter feels… Off. I don’t know how to describe it, but it doesn’t seem like the others. The sense of admiration and love was still there, but so was a hint of obsession. Danger, even. I glance down at my bag by my feet, shifting in the chair. My letter was sitting just inside the zipper, begging to be read through again. I doubted I could. One of the lines kept sounding through my head, making its way into every thought. 

I can’t wait to make you mine for good.

I look down at the flower, frowning slightly. It wasn’t too bad of a line, almost innocent on its own. But reading the letter, with the surrounding thoughts building it up to make it seem like I was falling into a trap? Call me paranoid, but I was starting to fear the letters that once brought me joy.

I suck in a deep breath when the teacher tells us to partner up, grumbling under my breath. I wish I could just stay home and hole up in Irma’s guestroom, away from crowds and prying eyes. Even now I can feel my hair stand on end from someone’s staring, but this time, I could pinpoint it.

My eyes meet a swampy brown hazel, the staring boy’s eyes narrowed behind thick half lens glasses. He glanced down at my rose and scoffs, clearly finding it in distaste. I frown, pulling the delicate flower closer to my chest. Despite my recent mixed feelings towards the letters, I still found the flowers precious. They were mine, and they were still fairly sweet. Even if this random guy disagreed.

I watch him look around at the quickly partnering students, a scowl on his face. He seemed to hate group projects too. Good. I hope he suffers. I turn away from him to see if anyone near me is also without a partner. Maybe if I get this done quickly, I wouldn’t have to worry about any homework. I hate physics.

I scan the classroom, growing agitated as I realize the glaring kid and I were the only ones left. I slump back in my chair, meeting his glare. If he wanted a partner, he would have to come to my desk. I was not getting up for him.

He stands by his desk, face set in what seemed a permanent scowl. I couldn’t help but notice his teeth, the front two being slightly bigger than normal. His black, fading, side buzzed hair was scruffy, small sprigs standing every which way. His purple satin jacket made him stand out the most, his posture too hunched for me to get a proper read on his height. I pull up a knee, staring him down. I wasn’t going to back down, not for him. I didn’t even know why.

It takes the teacher to scold us before he finally trudges over, obnoxiously tugging a desk over to meet mine. I watch his hissy fit with interest, hiding a smug smile behind my hand. I had won our little war, even if it was by accident.

“You better not be stupid.” He hisses, his voice smoother than expected. There was a slight slur to his words, whether it was from a lisp or his teeth, I wasn’t sure. I lean back in my seat, crossing my arms. I really didn’t like him. “I will not be stuck with a stupid partner.”

“You’re in luck,” I say tightly. “I happen to be pretty good at calculating a ball's trajectory.”

The boy rolls his eyes, pulling out a notebook and flipping to a clean page. My eye twitches as I watch him. Even when he wasn’t being annoying, he still got on my nerves. I pop my elbow when reaching down for my backpack, unzipping the top to search for my notebook. The letter falls to the floor and I ignore it for a moment, more focused on grabbing my supplies. My new partner’s eyes focus on the fallen note, his sneer growing.

“What’s that?”

“Something you’ll never get.” I say coldly, surprising myself at my sudden rudeness. I feel my cheeks heat in embarrassment, thankful he wasn’t able to tell. I barely knew this kid, and even if he seemed to be a prick, I shouldn't be rude back. Tony always tried to drill the golden rule into me after all.

I pick up the letter and shove it back in my bag, noting the confusion on his face. Right, he wouldn’t get the insult if he didn’t know what the letter was. I was safe, for now. I clear my throat, setting my notebook on my desk and flipping to a clear page. “Right, so uh, can you go grab the ball?”

“Are your legs broken or something? Get it yourself.” He scoffs. I clench my fists, nearly breaking my pencil in half. I take a deep breath, trying to not explode on him. I had to be civil. Punching classmates wasn’t civil.

“Right.” I say, sickly sweet. I stand up and head towards the front of the room, collecting all the necessary materials for our “experiment”. I shake my head, this could’ve been so much easier if we were just given a video to watch.

I set everything back on the desks, looking back at the board for the instructions. I reach into my backpack and pull out a small ruler, making a table for the data. I try my best not to laugh at my partner's face and the way it was scrunched up. I look back up, offering him the ruler in hopes to make peace. Once this lab was over I would avoid him like the plague, but for now, I felt the need to be civil. I can’t collect data if he’s being a jerk.

He takes the ruler and starts to make his own table, his lines being much neater than mine had been. I rest my chin in my hand, tapping the desk. We were still waiting for our teacher to hand out the balloons.

“What’s your name?” I ask, my eyes scanning the room absentmindedly.

“CK.” He says simply, not looking anymore friendly than he had moments before.

“CK? What does that stand for?”

His eye twitches. “You don’t get to know.”

“My name (Y/n).” I offer, feeling a bit peeved he never asked. I swear this kid had no manners, or he was just ignoring them on purpose to spite me. Probably the latter.

“I already know your name.” He says, still working on his data table. I look at him oddly, unsure what to say. I don’t remember ever giving it to him. A pit settles into my stomach, my hair rising on end. I try to push it down, not wanting it to grow. Most likely, he had heard the teacher call my name and picked it up from there.

I sit up when I notice our teacher nearing our desks, ignoring CK and my paranoia. We had an experiment to do after all. I take the purple balloon with a nod and a quick thank you, putting it on the desk with the rest of our supplies. I can’t help but picture his head popping like the balloon would. It makes me smile to see his head deflate behind my eyes. I tap the table for a moment before I pull up a stopwatch on google, deciding the games are done. As much fun as I was having trying not to punch CK, we really needed to start the experiment.

“Any preference on who’s dropping the items?” I ask, setting up the stopwatch. I watch with mild amusement as CK reaches over the table, taking the tools into his arms.

“As if I would trust you to do it properly. You can do the time, I’ll drop the things.” He sniffs. I roll my eyes, more amused by the minute. I may hate him, but at least his annoyingness was more pathetically funny than frustrating. Well, he was frustrating too, but I would never talk to him again either way. I can deal with this for the next hour and ten minutes. Hopefully.

I hit the timer as he drops each item, marking them down on my data sheet. The experiment was fairly easy, we just had to calculate how far we were dropping everything, and compare fall times between the different objects. It was a nice, easier lesson. Plus, all I had to do was hit the button for the stopwatch since CK insisted on doing each of the problems himself, despite me getting the answer easily on my own.

“Ready for the last one?” I ask, doodling on my notes as I wait for him to finish up triple checking his equation. As much as I had grown to despise him, I had to give him credit for how good he was at this class. He (rudely) helped correct one of my problems already, saving me from getting a worse grade.

CK looks up, his muddy eyes holding a great distaste for me. I grin. It was nice to know the feeling was very mutual. He grumbles as he stands up, holding his arm above his head as he drops the last item, a small pen. It clacks to the floor and rolls under my desk, stopping at my foot. I check the stopwatch, reading the number aloud.

“One point thirty-four seconds.” I say, jotting it down and starting my equation. CK nods and slips back into his seat, crossing his arms while scowling at me. I keep writing for a moment before looking up, feeling peeved at his attitude.

“Can I help you?” I ask, my voice syrupy with fake sweetness. I grin, bemused as his face twitches. He knows I’m pulling his leg.

“My pen.” He says. I look down, realizing I forgot to grab it. I chew on my cheek, contemplating whether to pick it up. On the one hand, it would be a nice thing to do. On the other, I was really tired of being nice to this guy. I grin cheekily at him, keeping up my sugary tone.

“You forgot the magic word~” I say. If I was lucky, I could squeeze some manners out of him yet. Or he’d pick up his own pen. Either way, it was a win for me.

CK tsks his tongue, tilting his head as he grins evilly. Confusion washes over me, trying to figure out what he was planning. His hand goes into his pocket, pulling out an open envelope, my open envelope. I look towards my bag, seething. He took my letter.

I reach across the table, trying to snatch it back, but he holds it out of my reach. I glower at him, my fists clenching by my side. The letters may be starting to grow questionable, but they were still mine. I wanted it back.

“Give it back.” I hiss, trying to not alert the teacher. Getting into a fight in front of her was not a smart move. CK’s grin widens, his eyes glinting with malice.

“Give me my pen and I’ll consider it.”

I nearly jump across the table and strangle him then and there. I slowly reach under the table, keeping my eyes locked on CK. I pat around on the ground, trying to find the pen without looking. After a couple seconds go by and my frustration builds, I glance down and quickly spot the pen to grab it. I toss the pen back over to him, holding out my hand.

“The letter.” I say, clenching my teeth. It felt wrong to have him hold something that was given to me out of love. Especially something that spilled someone's emotions so deeply. Irma reading it was one thing, this jerk-wad reading it was another.

He brings the letter back towards him, holding it loosely in his hand. He smirks and I feel the urge to set him on fire. “No.”

I feel anger build in my chest, my face heating from the pressure. It was taking everything in me not to grab it from him, even if I hurt him in the process. His eyes flicker across my face, still seeming smug. “Say the magic word, (Y/n).”

I nearly gag at my name being spilled from his mouth. It felt like a curse from him. I take a deep breath, knowing exactly what he’s playing at by parroting the same command back at me.

“Give me my letter. Please.” I say tightly, the words feeling as if they physically hurt to fall from my mouth. CK grins, pleased. He tosses the letter back towards me and I quickly hold it close, taking out the paper and skimming it to make sure it wasn’t damaged. Irma didn’t get to read it yet.

“Here’s your letter from Von Ryan. I’m sure he’ll be pleased to know how happy you are with them, considering your reaction to me taking it.”

I look at him skeptically, distrust and anger set deep in my expression. I was more mad he took my stuff than the fact he took the letter. “You know Von Ryan?” 

Something flashes behind his eyes, an emotion I can’t tell, and his buck teeth shine proudly from behind his wide grin. “Of course I do! I’m Von Ryan after all. I wrote you the letters.”

[oleander-nin]

Valen-Time 06: Movie Magic(Rise! Mikey x Reader)

A/N, not important: Sorry it's so late fndjank. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Technically platonic, tho can go either way

Words: 888

Summary: You and Mikey are determined to see this movie.

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Mikey grinned at you, excitement in his words as he rattled off his plan, barely able to keep his heels on the ground as he bounced back and forth. You listen intently, smiling fondly at the exuberant turtle. While his idea on how to break into the movies sounded exciting, it was barely practical and probably one of the most illegal ideas he’s had in a while. Unless you were able to magically know everything about stealth and ninja training, you were sure to get caught. Despite the glaring problems with the plan, you wait for him to finish his spiel, his eyes bright and eager about his scheme.

“What do you think?” He breathes out, barely able to stay even relatively still. He was bouncing from heel to heel, wanting nothing more than for you to agree and get the plan started. You stay quiet for a moment, trying to think on how to best break it to him. His plan was dangerous, and there was no way you'd be able to go through with it without something bad happening to either of you. As much as you hated to admit it, it was a dud, plain and simple.

"Well," You start, wincing as he leans forwards to hear your thoughts. You shift uncomfortably, knowing how much it sucked to be told your ideas weren't viable, but going with his plan was a surefire way to getting you arrested and forced to spend the night in the slammer. "I'm not sure we could make it work, Mikey."

Mikey deflates at your statement, pouting heavily as he sits down on his hammock. You shift on your chair, feeling bad for shutting him down, but knowing it was for the best. You get up to pull him into a hug, hoping to make him feel at least the smallest bit better. "You know, it's not a bad plan, just one that would work better if we were hunting villains rather than trying to sneak into a theater."

He groans and buries his face into your shoulder, understanding your point but not wanting to accept it.Even he could see his methods weren't the best for this kind of 'mission', but it still wasn't any fun being told no.

"What else can we do though? I really want to see this movie, it’s the first showing of Jupiter Jim Defends the Moon since it was first released. I want to see it on the big screen." You sigh, understanding his frustration. It sucked not being able to go out and do things normally, and you really did feel bad for shutting down his idea—even if it *was* dangerous. Mikey leans further onto you, causing your knees to buckle under the sudden weight. "It's not like we can hide in the rafters for it either like we do for wrestling or basketball." 

Mikey's grumbled words give you pause, an idea slowly coming to fruition in your mind.

"Hey Mikey?" You ask, shifting his weight slightly so you could stand better. "What's JJ defending the moon from?"

“Martians.” He responds glumly, mourning the fact he won’t get to see it.

You smile at his response, moving him off your shoulder so you could look him in the eyes. “And what do you guys always claim to be when caught?”

Mikey’s eyes widened with hope, a delighted squeal sounding from his chest. "Ohmigosh, you're a genius! If I hide my shell,  I'll look just like the Martians in the movie!"

You laugh along with Mikey, his feet hitting the floor once more as he starts jumping up and down with you in his arms. "Thank you's" quickly began to spill from his lips like a water  spout, his bright smile returning to his face again. Mikey finally drops you after a while, now gently shaking you by your shoulders. 

"Can we go now?" He asks, too eager to wait another moment now that you have a more feasible plan of action. You roll your eyes fondly, stepping out of his arms so he couldn't shake you anymore. You take out your phone and start to browse the times and tickets for the movie, Mikey hovering over your shoulder all the while. You find a showing within the next forty-five minutes and book two seats as far back as you can, looking proudly at your terrapin friend.

“Go grab your hoodie, then we can.”

Without another word, Mikey scrambles to his drawers and roots around for the orange hoodie, throwing it on before taking you by the wrist and dragging you off. He yells a quick, intelligible goodbye to his brothers, not wanting to waste a moment. It takes you both around thirty minutes to get to the theater and buy the snacks you wanted, eagerly talking about the movie you were just moments from seeing. Mikey gets complimented on his ‘costume’, other Jupiter Jim fans finding it delightful. He looks so happy as you settle into the theater and find your seats, greatly please with the popcorn shared between you.

“Thank you.” He whispers again as the movie starts, his eyes bright and glued to the screen. You merely grin, sinking into your own seat and squeezing his hand in response. For Mikey, you’d rent out the whole theater if you had to.

[oleander-nin]

The Weight of a Letter(8)

A/N: Apologies if it's not the best, I'm not having a good time right now and I'm also really busy. This is kind of a filler chapter, and I hope it doesn't come back to bite me. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

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Chapter 8: A Needed Scolding

I hear the door behind me click open, Irma’s figure stepping in. She waves at me and I wave back, my face pulled into an unsure grin. The entire interaction I had just a few moments ago made me feel uneasy, but I doubted my worry held any weight. I had just seen an old friend again after months between our first meeting. It was cool, even if he seemed more cautious this time around.

Irma makes her way across the apartment, setting her backpack down on the floor next to the couch. She crashes down, her long arms stretching above her head as she pops her back. I stand in the middle of the room for a moment more before sitting next to her, my hands clasped in front of me. My eyes scan Irma, her body collapsed on the couch as she curls into the armrest. “How was school?”

“Fine. I brought your homework back. We learned a new topic in English though, and I very much do not like it.” Irma says, her face scrunched in displeasure. I snicker into my hand and she sticks her tongue out at me. She turns back to her phone, and I reach for the remote that was sitting on the back of the couch. I flip on the TV, scrolling through the different channels until I settle on one I like. 

We both sit in silence for a while, neither of us wanting or needing to start a conversation. I always liked how we could just exist in each other's space, and that was all that was needed to spend time together. Except, we were spending time together because I can’t go home at the moment, rather than us being this close from our own accord. Still though, it was nice.

“Do you want pizza tonight?” Irma asks, her fingers raking through her hair. She looks at me over the top of her phone, her eyes, dancing between the screen and my face. I think her offer over for a minute before shrugging. I sure didn’t want to cook, and I doubted Irma did either.

“Pizza sounds great, thanks.”

Irma nods and messes with her phone for a bit, presumably putting in the pizza order. I turn back to the TV, mindlessly watching the show. I fiddle with my thumbs, sighing. Today was certainly an odd one. I couldn’t help but feel I was forgetting something.

“Hey, how come you never answered my texts.” Irma says, her eyes narrowed at her phone.

Oh, that was what I was forgetting. My phone. I rub the back of my neck, unsure how to phrase all that went down. If I told Irma about the mutant turtles, she wouldn’t believe me. I didn’t want her to think I was any crazier than she already did. It would probably be better to be as vague as possible, or even to lie if I can. “I broke my phone.”

Irma looks at me blankly. “What?”

“I got upset and threw it at the wall, and it uh, it kind of shattered?” I explain, clasping my hands as my leg starts to bounce. Irma groans, leaning back against the armrest.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Okay then,” Irma takes a deep breath, tapping the top of her phone against her chin. “We can drop it off at a repair shop tomorrow while we’re at school. If they can’t fix it, you’ll just have to get a new one I guess.”

I hesitate for a moment. “Actually, I already have someone who’s working on fixing it…”

Irma blinks at me, confused. She chews on her cheek, thinking my words over. “Did you stop by a shop or something today?”

I shake my head, suddenly feeling very stupid for my decisions. “Uh, no. I actually uh, I… Do you remember that guy I told you about? The one I met in the junkyard?”

Irma narrows her eyes at me, clearly not liking where this was going. “Go on.”

“I met him again, and he kind of offered to fix it?” I say, wincing. Irma looks as if she’s going to breathe fire.

“I’m sorry, you just gave your phone to someone who you met at some random junkyard?” She groans, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands. “Do you realize how stupid that sounds?”

While I completely agree with her, I feel the urge to defend myself. Will my argument win? No. Will I gain back some of my pride? No idea, but too late to back down. “He understands tech, and he offered to do it for free. It doesn’t hurt.”

“It does hurt! What if he fixes it, then just mines all your data? Or sells it on the internet of something? Do you even know when you’re getting it back?” I cringe as Irma continues to scold me, her face worried as she starts to pace. I sit on the couch in silence, making sure not to speak. I give up on trying to defend myself. Hindsight was twenty/twenty, and I was an idiot. I fiddle with my thumbs, unsure how to explain. She was right, of course, but it’s not like it would’ve made a difference. They offered to fix it, so I’m letting them fix it. 

“I know who I gave it to, it’s not like I handed it off to someone on the street.” I protest weakly, sitting up a bit. Irma narrows her eyes at me, frowning. I shrink back into the couch.

 “(Y/n), you’ve met the guy twice. And there was an almost four month gap in between each meeting.” I rub my arm, knowing she’s right. I got too caught up in the moment and didn’t think about it enough. Giving them my phone, broken or not, was probably a bad idea. Most likely, I’d never see it again. 

I scooch over as Irma plops next to me on the couch, her arms crossed. She grumbles a bit before glancing at me. “Let’s give it a week. If they don’t come back with your phone, we’ll cut our losses and just get you a new one.”

“Okay.” 

Irma's face morphs into one of concern, her hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry for yelling at you, I was just worried. If you don’t have a phone and something goes wrong, you can’t call me for help. Just, next time, don’t give your phone to the first random guy who asks.”

I snort slightly, nodding. “Yeah, that’s fair.”

Irma holds her pinky out for me to take, a wide grin on her face. “You gotta promise, (Y/n). We got too much weirdness going on for you to go handing out possibly privacy shattering stuff. You have everything on your phone, let’s hope this guy isn’t some weirdo.”

I sigh, hooking my pinky with hers. “I promise. But I swear, this guy isn’t bad. He's really cool, and his brothers are super sweet.”

“His brothers?” Irma questions, raising an eyebrow. I smile shakily, my hands moving back and forth next to my head in a ‘jazz hands’ motion.

“Surprise? I met his brothers. They were all super sweet.”

Irma looks unimpressed. I sigh, pouting. “He had three brothers, and they were all around when I saw him again.”

“Where exactly did you guys meet?” Irma asks, looking more confused than ever. My eyes dart to the fire escape. 

“I went on a walk.”

Irma sucks in a deep breath, trying to process everything. I felt bad, knowing this was probably just adding to her stress. I’d tell her the truth eventually, just, after this whole possible stalker thing was over. One thing to deal with at a time. I didn’t want to lie to her, but I didn’t want to push all this new stuff on her just yet. Hopefully she will understand.

“Okay, well, nothing we can do about it now I guess.” Irma’s voice knocks me out of my thoughts. Her arms were crossed and she was looking at the door, contemplating something. Never before have I wanted to reach into her mind and see what she was thinking more than now. I know I made her upset, but I truly wasn’t thinking. I just took the opportunity I was handed. It was fine though. I trusted Donnie. Plus, there really isn't anything we can do except wait.

Irma sits back down grabbing her phone. She curls into the armrest like before, but this was different. I feel my heart sink. Irma was upset, and now she was ignoring me. I turn back to the TV, unable to pay much attention to the screen. I would leave her be for a bit. I could only hope this would all blow over soon. Irma would see it was fine, and we would go back to normal. Irma would see that she was overreacting, and I would apologize again for being careless. 

I pull my knees to my chest, too clouded with thought to do anything. This would all blow over and be fine. It had to.