#i tried a slightly different style of shading and im pretty happy with it even if its barely noticable to anyone but me

[arom-antix]

Happy birthday to Phichit Chulanont, the wonderful boi

[5-falsehoods-phonated]

When Our Hands Next Meet

Series summary: Soulmates are given memories of their past lives when their hands touch. For Virgil and Logan, each memory is happier than the last.

This series was created for @analogicalweek and made in collaboration with the lovely @birdsongisland! Please go look at the wonderful drawing that pairs with this work and support them with reblogs so their work can be seen!

Credit to birdsongisland for beta reading this as well, it came out a lot better because of them!

Chapter 5: We’ll Meet in the Middle

Chapter Summary: Virgil didn’t know what he had been expecting when he asked for a tutor to help with his studies, but it definitely wasn’t who could kick flip a skateboard without even looking down and also happened to be his soulmate. 

Day 5 Prompt: Vocab Card/Skateboard

Warnings: none. If there are others please let me know!

WC: 1539

AO3 link

Taglist (ask to be added or removed): @ace-in-a-shopping-cart @janus-is-an-adorable-snek-boi @logans-library @im-an-anxious-wreck @edupunkn00b

Virgil huffed as he cupped his chin aggressively in his hand, staring down the road to wait for his tutor to show up. Not to get the wrong idea- he was very grateful to the person who had agreed to help him with his vocabulary; he just...wasn’t the best with people. He was socially awkward and very obviously had a vague emo style- wavy purple hair with white streaks fell messily over shadowed eyes and cheeks that would burn in five minutes outside despite his tanned complexion. His black nail  polish was chipping from the constant picking and he was never seen anywhere without his favorite purple hoodie hugging him like a portable blanket. But he was falling a bit behind in class because he couldn’t seem to remember the constant influx of new terminology thrown at him each week. Asking the professor about extra practice had landed him a phone number that he had agonized over for too many hours before finally biting the bullet and calling.

The voice on the other end alone was enough to make his stomach flip, light and lilting even when talking about something as boring as scheduling. Virgil knew it then and he was stewing over it now- he was absolutely done for. No one had that kind of voice without being kind and patient and while those were things he definitely needed if he was going to learn anything he was sure he’d get distracted anyway. Forming a squish from a voice- that had to be the worst joke played on him yet.

Looking up however nearly made him want to cry at the irony. That had to be him, the only person on campus at the moment standing tall on a skateboard while gripping a dark blue messenger bag. From what Virgil could see he had blue hair that was pulled to one side with the other shaved, immediately piquing Virgil’s interest with the unique look. He tried his hardest not to stare as he came closer and his jacket came into view; a leather one spiked at the shoulders and sporting pride flags at the chest. Virgil felt his own chest constrict as he stored that away for later, the pintrovert system coming in handy for what felt like the first time in his life.

Just as he was getting his crutches situated to stand up he noticed the other man riding straight for the sidewalk seemingly not paying attention to where he was going. Scrambling to his feet he lurched forward to yell out.

“Hey watch ou-” The warning died on his lips as his tutor executed a perfect lick flip onto the sidewalk, letting the momentum carry him a couple more feet before stopping and tucking the skateboard under his arms. Virgil was sure he looked like an absolute idiot as he approached him, trying his hardest not to gape while practically feeling his eyes sparkling while looking at the punk with wide eyes. 

“Hello, I’m Logan. And you’re Virgil right? The person I’m supposed to help with his medical terms?” He waited for Virgil to nod before continuing. “Excellent. Is the library fine?”

Realizing He’d been silent too long, he managed to squeak out a “Yeah,” as he reached down to swing his bag over his shoulder. Logan started towards the doors with him, shuffling things around in his bag to pull out notecards and stuff the skateboard into it. How it fit Virgil had no idea but taking in the aesthetic he honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it involved some sort of fae magic. 

They settled down at the table and Logan looked over at him, making his heart once again skip a beat as he took in the beautiful shade of brown. Shaking his head slightly he tried to focus on what Logan was currently talking about while organizing several colored pens in front of them.

“-that way you’ll be able to separate the terms better and your brain will be better equipped to compartmentalize the terms you need to remember in half the time. Does that make sense?”

It didn’t. It really, really didn’t. He had a soulmate somewhere that he hadn’t found yet and most likely wouldn’t for a long time to come, and yet here he was trying desperately to hide a blush because this person was just- he was so cool. His voice and eyes were pretty and he was obviously smart if he had been the first person his teacher had recommended to tutor him…

“Are you feeling alright? You look flushed.” Hearing this Virgil snapped back to reality and gave a thumbs up, ducking his head while trying to resist the urge to slam it into the wood. 

“Fine, yeah! Just you’re- it’s hot! Hot in the hoodie.” Praying he had saved that sentence quickly enough he dared to peak back at Logan through his bangs, who was just smiling slightly with an arm draped over the back of his chair.

“You can take that off then, if you want.” Logan pointed to the hoodie. “Since you’re hot.”

Virgil decided then, somehow managing to keep a straight face through his panic, that it was quite homophobic of the floor to not simply open and swallow him whole. Try as he might to calm himself he could still feel the remnants of the harsh flush in his cheeks as he saw Logan simply look at him with that smile, making him idly wonder if the sly bastard was really flirting with him or was actually just that oblivious.

Virgil sputtered as he wrapped the hoodie tighter around himself, shaking his head slightly. “Nah, I’m fine actually! You were saying about colors?”

“Just that color coding can help you study better. I’m here to give you tips as well so please pay attention.” Leaning forward again, Logan started explaining how to separate the different concepts and how to decide what was important and what wasn’t; honestly Virgil was genuinely surprised at how much he retained, forgetting his panic in favor of actually learning, for which he was very grateful. By the time an hour had passed he had a pretty good grasp on what he was meant to be learning and how to go about it. He stacked his much improved notecards together and shoved them in his pocket for later, shifting around in his seat to look at Logan properly.

“Thank you honestly, I feel a lot better about the class now.”

“It was no trouble, I’m grateful I was able to help. And if you’re in need of further assistance before next week, call me?” Logan smiled crookedly. “I use the library’s phone for tutor scheduling, this is for my actual phone..”

Virgil gaped at the slip of paper offered to him with a wink, fully cementing the idea that Logan had, in fact, been flirting with him and Virgil had been too infatuated with his style to actually notice. Purple nail polish caught his eye as his hand moved closer and he had the vague thought of that being his favorite color and how did he keep them from chipping? Before his thoughts could wonder further he was taking the paper and smiling, just aware enough of their fingers brushing as he remembered  being with this person, his soulmate, time and time again. Every time was better than the last as their souls grew accustomed to one another and grew over eternity, strengthening their bond with every word exchanged.

Virgil looked at his soulmate's dazed expression, the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen gracing his lips and eyes watering with emotion at having found him again. So many words stuck in his throat as he struggled with the perfect thing to say, something that would capture how happy he was to finally be together again and how excited he was to explore this lifetime together. Something that would make Logan understand just how much he meant to him.

“I think this is the coolest form you’ve ever taken.” He blurted, immediately covering his mouth and cursing himself twice over.

His heart sank as Logan barked out a laugh, snorting into his own hand and taking a minute to compose himself before laying a gentle hand on his cheek. 

“And I think this is the loveliest I’ve seen you.” 

He laughed softly as Virgil went completely red, fingers twitching with indecision over whether to flap his hand or slap the idiot beside him. Deciding on a combination of both he frantically beat a hand against his shoulder while sleeping his other over his mouth, mumbling profanities under his breath. Whipping around as his hand was caught he couldn’t help but grin at Logan’s own brilliant smile, even if his face felt like he had dipped it in a vat of boiling water.

“It’s getting late, I could walk you home?”

“Yeah,” Virgil managed. “I’d like that.”

Walking home and still slightly wishing the floor had opened up beneath him, he couldn’t help but feel lucky that he had found Logan so soon. They had an eternity to catch up on and if it had to start with fixing his bad study habits, he supposed he couldn’t complain.

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[comfortablyconfusedstrider]

Stridercest

This is a script style chat.

Bro [BRO] joined chat.

turntechGodhead [TG] joined chat.

TG: bro

BRO: Hmm.

TG: i got rejected

TG: so hard

TG: maximum strength rejection

BRO: Who’d you ask out again?

TG: not important

BRO: Super important.

BRO: Was it John?

TG: dammnit bro

TG: …

TG: yes

BRO: Man, why’d he reject you?

TG: im not even sure

TG: maybe im not his type, dunno

BRO: Lame.

TG: yea

TG: i know

TG: but i really liked him

TG: more lame for me than anything else

BRO: You want some bro cuddles to cheer you up?

TG: …

TG: yes

TG: can we watch my little pony

BRO: Sure.

TG: -dave leaves his room and walks into the living room, plopping down onto the futon- life sucks

BRO: Shh. *He quickly pulls Dave into a hug, petting his hair.*

TG: -dave leans into it closing his eyes- its sucks more because i really fucking thought i had a chance

BRO: Hey, you never know. He might come around.

TG: whatever, i dont care anymore

BRO: It’s alright to be upset, li'l man.

TG: i think he likes that karkat kid

BRO: Well, fuck those guys, then.

TG: -dave sighs- why cant there just be a guy thats like you, bro? hella cool, straight forward, not into trolls, as far as i know, just fuck

BRO: Not all of us can be perfect.

TG: -dave groans- yea but at least you dont lead people on

TG: not perfect

TG: just

TG: certain shit should be a given, man

TG: right?

BRO: Yeah, I guess so.

BRO: It’ll be alright in the end, promise.

BRO: You’ll find somebody hella cool.

TG: do you think its cus of my rhymes, i spew out some lame shit that comes to mind sometimes to let the flow go, i write better stuff

TG: maybe

TG: im not attractive?

TG: i mean i think im pretty decent

TG: but i dont know

TG: maybe its my ego

TG: i just

BRO: Dave.

TG: why am i not good enough

BRO: Don’t talk like that, alright?

TG: nah maybe its me with the problem

TG: maybe im not funny enough

TG: or interesting enough

TG: i dont watch rom coms

BRO: You can maybe it to death, Dave.

BRO: But honestly? I think John made a mistake.

TG: oh yeah? how?

BRO: What do you mean?

TG: im just some weird kid with freakish eyes that fights with shitty katanas and writes lame raps

TG: thats it

BRO: You write some pretty nice raps.

TG: pft

BRO: And you look great, man.

TG: you just say that cus youre my bro, man

TG: look im sorry for laying all this shit on you

BRO: It’s kinda my job.

TG: but i just, its just got my mind all fucked up

BRO: Well then try not to think about it for a bit.

BRO: Just relax, Dave.

TG: -dave sighs- i dont know if i can

BRO: Look, I’ll put on the tv, we can lay down, and just take a nap or something.

TG: -dave rubs his temples and sighs again- bro

BRO: What?

TG: do you think im self absorbed

BRO: Not really, why?

TG: -dave shrugs-

BRO: Did someone say you are?

TG: -dave looks down and shrugs, biting his lip- yea

BRO: John?

TG: -dave stays silent-

BRO: It was John. *He hugs Dave again, sighing.*

TG: bro do you think im attractive

BRO: Yeah. Didn’t I say that?

TG: a general boyish handsome attractive or sexy?

BRO: Well, I’m your brother, I don’t think I should really say you’re sexy whether I think you are or not.

TG: c'mon, bro to bro

BRO: I guess you’re pretty sexy, yeah.

TG: -dave bites his lip again and stares at bro silently-

BRO: What?

TG: -dave looks away- n-nothing, man.

BRO: C'mon, what’s on your mind?

BRO: Can’t help if you don’t tell me.

TG: nah, im being dumb, ignore it, honestly.

BRO: *He sighs, poking Dave in the stomach.*

TG: hm?

BRO: I’m sure people think you’re attractive, dude. They’d be stupid not to.

TG: thanks bro -dave mutters-

BRO: Is that not what’s wrong?

TG: -dave looks back at bro about to say something, but shuts his mouth-

BRO: *He shrugs and leans back on the couch, lacing his fingers behind his head.* Tell me when you’re ready, I guess.

TG: -dave reaches over and pulls bros shades off-

TG: -dave folds them and puts them on the table, taking off his own as well-

BRO: *He glances back towards Dave, raising an eyebrow.*

TG: -dave stares into bros eyes studying the orange color hes rarely graced with, feeling a bit intimidated-

BRO: What’s up, kid?

TG: alot

BRO: Well, you wanna talk about any of it?

TG: would your opinion of me, change?

BRO: If what?

TG: if i told you what i was thinking

BRO: I doubt it.

TG: bro, i think im attracted to you and its freaking me out

BRO: Attracted as in … sexually?

TG: Yea -dave said seriously, not breaking eye contact-

BRO: *He blinks a few times and smooths his hair back.* Wow, alright.

TG: -daves gaze travels down to bros lips a few times- y-yea

BRO: I don’t, uh … Not sure what I’m supposed to say?

TG: -dave looks down at his feet- me neither, man

TG: but you could start with how you’re feeling, seems fair

BRO: Well. Flattered? And I guess a little concerned.

TG: -dave pulls his legs up to his chest- mhm -dave hangs his arms around his knees and puts his face down-

BRO: *He reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder gently.*

TG: -dave just sits there silently-

BRO: I don’t think any different of you, you know.

TG: even if you did feel the same way, theres no way in hell you would ever even admit it right? which you obviously dont, anyway. why did i even bother, honestly

BRO: C'mon, how about we lay down.

TG: im not tired

BRO: Not the point.

TG: -dave sighs-

BRO: Please?

TG: fuckyou -dave says under his breath and lays down facing bro- good enough?

BRO: *He lays down across the couch and pulls Dave onto his chest, loosely wrapping his arms around him.*

TG: -dave stiffens up- seriously, bro.

BRO: What? I’m not allowed to be affectionate?

TG: …

TG: i dont even know how to respond to you

BRO: *He runs a hand through Dave’s hair and shrugs.* You don’t have to.

TG: -dave relaxes a bit- bro

BRO: Hmm?

TG: can i kiss you -dave mutters-

BRO: … I can’t see how it would hurt.

TG: -dave moves his head from bros chest and stares at bro in shock for a moment, hesitating before carding his fingers through bros hair, leaning in and locking lips with him-

BRO: *He kisses him back gently, but pulls away before Dave can get too into it.*

TG: -dave bites his lip and breathes heavily- again? p-please -dave said needily-

BRO: I-I mean, I just don’t want it to go too far or something.

TG: It’s just kissing, bro -dave said innocently-

BRO: *He chews on his lip a little, looking conflicted.*

TG: -dave licks his lips- please

BRO: You get one.

TG: aw c'mon, ill be a good boy, bro -dave pouts a bit nudging bro-

BRO: *He glances away, rubbing his face.* Fine.

TG: -dave smirks and cups bros chin, leaning back in pressing his lips against bros, nipping his bottom lip-

BRO: *He moves his hand back into Dave’s hair, kissing him back rather hard.*

TG: -dave responds kissing back feverishly, wrapping an arm around bros neck to deepen the kiss-

BRO: *He runs his free hand along his back idly and slides his tongue lightly over his lips.*

TG: -daves hand trails down to bros waist, dave takes bros tongue into his mouth, sucking it and rubbing his tongue along it, digging his nails into bros waist-

BRO: *Sliding his hand into the back of Dave’s shirt, he lightly drags his fingernails across his back.*

TG: -dave arches his back, letting out a low moan into bros mouth, he kisses bro, hard.-

BRO: *He pulls back and covers his slightly flushed face, taking a deep breath.* We should probably stop.

TG: -dave pants lightly staring into bros eyes- i said i would be good, i just, that turned me on

BRO: And that’s why we should probably stop.

TG: look, man, i can suppress, it, it’s fine. i can stop myself ya know. -dave frowns- or do you not trust yourself?

BRO: No comment.

TG: hmph -dave kisses bros cheek- you dont do you.

BRO: I don’t wanna do something we’ll both regret.

TG: that you’ll regret, don’t speak for me, bro. i make my own decisions

BRO: Have you had sex before?

TG: yea

TG: remember my math tutor?

BRO: Sadly.

TG: yep

TG: brad and i

BRO: I guess there’s slightly less for me to worry about, then …

TG: -dave smirks- mhm

BRO: Don’t gimme that look.

TG: -dave bites his lip- dont act like you dont like it

BRO: I ain’t gonna encourage you.

TG: -dave leans in close and whispers into bros ear- encourage what? -dave licks the shell of bros ear nipping down the lobe-

BRO: *He breathes out a little shakily, flicking Dave’s shoulder lightly.* That.

TG: what you gonna turn me into your little attention whore? -dave laughs lightly- fine -dave starts to suck on a patch of skin on bros neck biting down lightly running his hand down bros chest-

BRO: *He hums quietly and tries to ignore him, biting the inside of his lip.* Not turnin’ you into anything.

TG: -dave pulls back with a pop and kisses the forming mark- then dont make me fight for your attention, hn? -dave pauses for a moment and begins to take off his own shirt dropping it onto the floor-

BRO: We’re related, you know.

TG: no shit, related?? news to my ears. damn. -dave sits up next to bro- get up

BRO: *He gives Dave a look.* What the hell for?

TG: -dave rolls his eyes- why the fuck not

BRO: *After a moment, he sits up, shrugging.* This good?

TG: -dave smiles softly and gets ontop of bro’s lap, fidgeting a bit to get comfortable.- yea -dave pulls bros shirt up a bit looking him in the eyes-

BRO: *He rolls his eyes and pushes Dave’s hand away, before pulling his shirt off over his head and tossing it aside.* Happy?

TG: -dave smirks and runs his hand down bros firm chest making a pleased grunt-

TG: -dave laps his tongue up bros chest-

BRO: Does that mean you’re done trying to give me hickeys?

TG: -dave rolls his eyes- i only gave you one

TG: and if you have a problem with it why don’t you just repay the ‘unfavorable’ favor.

BRO: Well obviously you’d like that too much.

TG: …fuck you

BRO: So I’m right.

TG: 'No comment.’

BRO: *He shrugs and leans back against the couch.* I just don’t wanna fuck up.

BRO: I mean I kind of already have.

TG: Fuck up?

TG: How would you fuck up?

BRO: By fucking you, mostly.

TG: what if i want you to fuck me up?

BRO: I’m still a little leery, kid.

TG: would it help if i called you by your real name, dirk?

BRO: Not sure.

BRO: It’s really weird to hear from you.

TG: aight. well maybe you should just, ya know, let go?

TG: relax.

BRO: It’s kind of illegal, Dave.

TG: cus’ ill be sure to go on telling the police my brother and i had sex

BRO: *He sighs and shakes his head.* You’re not gonna give up, are you?

TG: nope

BRO: *Shaking his head, he covers his face again.* Fine.

TG: no more holding back?

BRO: Yeah.

TG: -dave hovers over bros ear- please fuck me -dave bites down lightly on bros ear waiting for a response-

BRO: *He moans quietly and grabs onto Dave’s hips, leaning in to bite harshly on his collarbone.*

TG: f-fuck -dave curses into bros ear-

BRO: *He moves up and crushes their lips together, raking his fingernails along Dave’s hips.*

TG: -dave moans into the kiss snaking his arms around bros neck and bucking his hips against bros-

BRO: *He bites Dave’s lip and pulls away momentarily.* You sure you don’t want me to hold back? I can be rough.

TG: -dave goes half lidded- mutilate me

BRO: *He leans forward again, starting to leave a trail of hickeys down his neck, accompanied by a trail of scratch marks along his side.*

TG: -dave arches his back, rolling his hips against bros, moaning lowly, scratching down bros back-

BRO: *He chuckles quietly and moves a hand to unbutton Dave’s pants, licking up his neck slowly.*

TG: -dave shivers reaching down, undoing bros pants in unison.-

BRO: *He pushes Dave sideways, down onto the couch, hovering over him and sliding a hand into his pants.*

[totallytubulargirl]

Tmnt loveboat: 💜 Donatello meets Penelope

Summary: It’s harmonys Halloween party! And Donnie meets someone special ;))

Chapter 4 Donnie extended his bo staff onto Mikey’s chest, pushing him awake. “Oh good you’re awake.” He smirked. “We’re about to leave.” Mikey flung the blankets off of him. “Im coming!” He exclaimed, running after his brother. They were preparing to go to Harmony’s Halloween party. Donatello jogged to the door were Raphael and even Leo awaited him. “Hai.” Heard Donatello, and all of them stood stiffly, even Michelangelo, who was halfway across the room. “Be careful my sons.” Warned splinter, walking into their view. “Remember losing a battle is hard for you, but losing four sons would be much harder.” They all bowed, in respect for their sensei, even though they were about to disrespect him by lying to him. “Yes sensei.” replied Leonardo. Splinter hugged each individual turtle before retreating into his room. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be watching my stories.” He waddled away, happy to have a Friday night to himself. “Do ya think he knows?” Asked Raphael once master splinter was out of ear shot. Leo huffed in shame. “No.” “Come on guys!” waved Donatello, running towards the exit, with Michelangelo trailing closely behind. Raphael and Leo looked at each other doubtfully before following Donnie and Mikey. ——–>(timeskip) Donatello slowly treaded on the sidewalk, his brothers following in a neat line behind him. He pressed a button on his watch and a hologram of a map hovered above it. “I think this is the place.” He said, pushing his glasses up. “Ya think genius?” Asked raph. “Obviously it’s the one with all the people goin’ in it.” “Hey I see harmony!” Exclaimed Michelangelo. Harmony jumped and waved from the front porch of the giant two story house. She ran towards the turtles. “Oh my gosh I’m so glad you guys came!” She smiled hugging Mikey. “For a second I thought you were going to wuss out.” She smiled. “So what do you think Michelangelo!” She said in a song like tone. She spun around, showing off her 70’s style dress that stopped right below her butt and her white knee-high playform boots. A pair of funky glasses with a golden metal frame and giant hoop earrings topped the whole look off. “I love it babe,” he smiled. “especially that dress.” “Get a room.” Raph smacked Mikey upside the head. Harmony furrowed her eyebrows. “Now now Raphael play nice,” Raphael backed off but didn’t say anything. “But first come dance with me Mikey.” She pouted before grabbing his hand and leading him into the house, where thumping music threatened to bust the windows open. Mikey shrugged has he was dragged away, abandoning them on the sidewalk in front of the house. They watched as a bunch of 20-something’s talked in groups on the lawn and the porch. Lots of people were dressed up fabulous costumes, a feather from a girl who was dressed as a giant peacock tickled Leonardo’s nose as she walked by. She stopped to look over her shoulder at him, “Hey turtle boy.” She grinned seductively, wagging her tail of feathers in his face. He half-smiled as she sauntered away. “Woah.” Said Raph and Donnie in unison. They walked into the house, ducking slightly at the door frame. They barely fit in a house already crowded with so many people. “Hey guys do you see Mikey?” Yelled leonardo over the music. “Yeah he’s right there!” Yelled raph pointing to the corner of the room. They all followed Leonardo, finally reaching Mikey who was dancing with Harmony. “Woo this is great!” He yelled. Raphael pumped his fist in the air. “Hell yeah let’s have some fun!” Soon enough, they were all dancing, sometimes with different girls sometimes just with each other. Music swallowed their thoughts as they finally were able to let loose. Even Leo danced, letting the music engulf his burdens and whoosh them away. Donatello panted. “I’m going to get something to drink!” He yelled at his brothers. “Get me a water!” Leo yelled back, preoccupied with the peacock girl who had hit on him earlier. Donnie ran to the fridge, grabbing two waters and sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen. He wiped the beading sweat off of his forehead. He spotted a pretty girl, with round blue eyes and bright red hair staring at him from the couch. He quickly averted his gaze, taking a sip from his water. The girl on the couch watched what she thought was a frat boy dressed as a geek turtle. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to work up the courage to talk to the tall and muscular turtle. She pulled her fuzzy pink sweater over her tummy. Oh I shouldn’t have worn this. She thought, peering at the fat on her stomach. Her faced turned an even darker shade of red. She took a deep breath. It’s cool. She thought, he has to be a cosplayer. His costume was so realistic, it’d be hard to believe it if he wasn’t a professional. She stood up to go compliment him on his costume, taking several deep breaths as she approached him. Donnie felt someone tap his shell, he turned around, startled by the pretty blue eyed girl who stood uncomfortably close. “You’re costume is pretty neat!” She yelled over the music. “You’re like a fighting turtle geek hybrid.” She struggled to describe it, only relaxing when Donatello chuckled. “I guess something like that!” She nodded her head. “I’m Penelope,” she introduced herself awkwardly. “Or penny is good too!” She smiled. Donatello’s heart fluttered at the way she batted her eyelashes at him. His throat was suddenly dry and his shell was getting tighter by the second. “Uh Donatello,” his voice cracked. “Or you know, Donnie.” She laughed, and his heart skipped a beat. The world jumped, “Donatello.” His name rolled off her tongue, slowing time down around them, their eyes met and Donnie thought about the way stars were exploding somewhere in the galaxy and he was here, right now, with her. “Do you wanna dance?” He blurted. He froze, his body tensing up with her silence. “Sure!” He stood up, awkwardly smiling as he led her to the corner of the room where his brothers awaited his return. “Hey don there you are!” Yelled leonardo, joyously. “Look guys don’s back!” His brothers roared all patting him on the shell at once, cheering. They all jumped, bumping shoulders. Penny laughed, they all had to be brothers, she thought. And definitely jocks of some sort. The turtles shook the house, making a quite a ruckus. Harmony watched as a tall slim man standing next to penny leaned over, “Look at these jerks.” He commented. She creased her eyebrows, “They’re not jerks, they’re just having fun.” He grabbed her arm, with a firm grip. “Come on let’s get out of here.” He tugged at her, she tried to snatch her arm away from him, but he kept his grip. Harmony tapped Mikey on the shoulder and pointed at them. Donnie turned around, only seeing a man grabbing penny and the disgust on her face. “Hey leave her alone, dude.” Donnie knocked his hand off of penny, slapping it away, Raph stepped forward but Leonardo stopped him, “Donnie’s got this.” He said, standing by in case he really did need them. Penny stepped next to Donnie, wrapping her body around his arm. He cringed, his heart stopped, suddenly everything around him sounded muffled. The man approached Donnie, he poked him in the chest, but all Donnie could think about was the way penny’s skin felt against his. He looked down at the man, obviously intoxicated, suddenly he could hear again, “-bitch.” Was the only word he heard, and Donnie kicked his ankles, knocking the man over, spilling his drink onto his face. He whined, splashing all over the place, struggling to get up. “My dads a lawyer!” He yelled in frustration. “Time to go!” Yelled Leo. Donnie and Mikey grabbed their girls, and ran after Leo and Raphael. By the time they reached the end of the block they were all laughing again. They stopped, letting the girls catch their breath. “Woo!” Exclaimed harmony. “That guy was a class A asshole!” She wiped a tear from her eye, only to create another one by bursting into laughter. “And he was wearing a suit?” She put her hand on penny’s back, as she laughed along with harmony. “Who wears a SUIT to a Halloween party?” She asked, jokingly. “Who knows, maybe he was dressed as his dad ‘the lawyer’” Mikey said mockingly. “Yeah too bad we didn’t get to kick some shell.” Raph grumbled. “So, who’s your friend Donnie?” Asked Leo. Donnie suddenly felt anxious again. “This is Penelope.” He said, stepping beside her. “Or penny’s cool too.” He looked down smiling at her, and she batted her eyelashes at him and his heart swooned all over again.