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ROTTMNT Donnie x Reader | First Kiss Blurb |

Author's note : I have been ICHING to write for so long but I just haven't been inspired recently. If you have idea or request pleaseee request. If you do don't forget to read my rules because they have been updated! Thanks!!

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What a cold night it was in the lab. This temperature was typical of early October in NY. The cold weather made the lair quieter since it eased the cold blooded inhabitants into a sleep much sooner. Donnie though, was attempting to fight the sleepiness that was taking over. Not only was he usually sleepy because of his unhealthy sleeping habits but the cold temp was taking a real toll on him. His eyelids were heavy and the scribbles of equations on his paper were being to look more like a jumbled mess. Donnie furrowed his brow, turning his head to look at the time.

8:47 p.m.

He squinted at digital clock that hung on the wall diagonal to his desk. It was basically only 9 and he was about to fall asleep on his equations! His eyes lowered down to you, seated in the purple arm chair that sat directly below the glowing clock. Your face was illuminated in the dark lab by the blue glow of your phone screen. A sneeze racked through you and into the quiet room.

Donnie grimaced at this. It was cold for you too. You should go home. He thinks. Groaning he pushes himself away from his desk and stretches his aching back.

He hears your soft steps get louder as you approach. He peaks open an eye staring at you through his stretching.

"You look terrible." You joke leaning against his desk. You weren't wrong, his eye bags were dark and his voice was horse from lack of use.

Releasing a sigh he turns to you. Giving you a cold look, signaling he is not in the mood to joke. "The lair's temperature is rapidly dropping due to the time of year and the late hour. You should see yourself home." His voice robotic as he leaded over to look as his inchoarent work. He heard you sigh, disappointed, it sounded. He hated disappointing you. He felt he did it often, it was just so much easier to push you away then to try to fight himself for your... approval? Your friendship? His brow furrowed even deeper this time. But not because of the mess of equations that laid before him. Why did he even want those things from you?

Your voice calls his attention away, "Well since you want me gone so bad, I'll get going now." You laugh softly, in a joking manner, he guesses, he hopes. "Goodnight Don." You breath, turning to leave.

Donnie's heart chokes at your sad sounding goodbye. He wishes he could say something, anything to make you stay, but he just doesn't have the words.

Without thinking he reaches out for your departing hand. Catching it gently. You look back surprised. You knew Donnie wasn't one for touch, always allowing Donnie to initiate whenever he felt comfortable. Soft pats on the back, fist bumps and even a gentle side hugs as a greeting and goodbye. All of those felt like a social obligation, a "have to" in order to make the others feel seen. That's what you thought Donnie felt when he made those physical interactions. This contact though was different. There was no room for the eyes of others, no social rule needing to be filled. It was just the two of you. And the way his thumb softly rubbed against your hand sent a message that you'd never gotten from him before.

Donnie cleared his throat, a tactile stall he convinced himself. Not that he was nervous...... he was nervous.... he had no plan! Why did he do this! He had nothing to say to you, nothing but pure instinct pushed him here.

"uhhh." He blushed, looking up at you finally. You stared back, curiosity dancing in your eyes. What was he up to?

He didn't even know.

He straightened up hoping his height advantage would give him some confidence, some leverage over how your eyes seemed to swallow him up. "I-- you- you confuse me. Y/N." He tried to make more sense of what he was trying to say, "You make my actions an anomaly. I can't ever predict what I will do around you... you make me- you make me stupid."

You made a face, "I was just leaving you know." Catching your expression he quickly tagged on, "No no I didn't mean it in a bad way- I- I don't think. I just-" He looked into your eyes again, asking? Pleading? Pleading. Pleading for you to understand what he was leaving unsaid.

"Don, I don't understand..... Is this your way of telling me you- you don't want me around anymore?" Your tone was sad, trickling on the edge of tears. You moved your hand out of his.

Donnie's heart sank. No no no! He couldn't bare to see you sad and the fact that he was the one who did this to you shredded his heart. You were his partner, his confidant his best friend.... his crush. The gears in his mind finally snapped into rotation. Like a lightbulb going off, he finally understood why the room suddenly got hot whenever you entered. Why he felt he couldnt speak a word to you without tripping up. Why, no matter how hard he tried to cool the heat that spread on his face when you completemented his work just wouldnt go away. He finally understood. He was in love with you.

He didn't have any hypothesis going into this and he sure as hell couldn't predict what he would do next. Grabbing both of your hands suddenly he pressed his lips to yours.

Your eyes shot open peering at his tightly closed ones. You kissed back, letting him lead as usual when it came to physical contact.

The kiss was soft, even though he initially came in very quick. His lips were soft, if not a little chapped from his nervous biting. He let out a soft noise as you kissed back and placed your hands on his shoulders. He had no plan, you could tell by the way he nervously fidgided with your hands.

Donnie was a mess, his mind racing with what he had just done. Strategies of how to explain himself flying through his mind. Fear crawling onto his back. He almost pulled away until he felt you kiss back. Your hands landing on his shoulders cleared his racing mind, acting as a ground for him. He couldn't help but let out a soft noise at your unknown kindness. You always knew how to make him feel like million bucks, even now with his less than perfect confession.

Your silent reciprocation gave him enough confidence to shakily place his hands on your waist, squeezing your sides gently. Leaning into the kiss more you both sighed, as you silently encouraged him to continue.

The kisses grew quicker and more hasty as Donnie soon realized how much he needed this. How much he needed you.

All this time he wasn't able to understand his feelings, why you made him feel so "strange", he understood now. He pressed into you more making you lean against the desk behind you again. One of his hands moved from your waist to your face. Turning you so he could deepen the kiss. You smiled under his lips as you realized he was enjoying this. Feeling your soft smile melted him, all he wanted was to do good by you. And this smile was for him. This smile was because of him. He felt like putty.

He pulled away, only for you to chase after him whining about the sudden end.

Donnie's fingertips came to his lips, feeling the imprint of your kisses left behind. He such his eyes, the feeling over taking him. This was more than he thought he would ever get with you. He was so content with the approval you had given him before, but now he craved it. He craved you.

"Don?" You piped up breaking the silence, "Are you- was- was that ok?"

Donnie opened his eyes. Staring back into yours he replied, "Can we- can we do that again?"

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homeheroine · 9 months

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Hey I was wondering how do you think the turtles from rottmnt would deal with them saying that they don’t think a human would ever date them. And their crush is very blunt “You’re so stupid for thinking that” normally crush isn’t the type to insult and before the turtles can say anything crush says this, “I’m human and I want to go on dates with you”?

Thanks for the request this is a good one!

author's note : this has not been read through so I apologize for anything that doesnt make sense. I'll come back and edit it later. enjoy! <3.

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"With my charm no one could resist me anyway." A cheeky smirk plastered across Leo's face as he landed onto the couch was enough to make the whole group groan.

"Nardo, no more of this please." Donnie sighed, taking a seat in his usual spot for movie night.

This seemed to be Leo's favorite topic of discussion these days. It's not the conversation itself that made everyone hate it, it was just the way Leo had such smugness about it. This was a sensitive topic for the turtles for obvious reasons. And as much as Leo talked about romance as if he had it in the bag, everyone knew from their late night convos that Leo was just as insecure, if not even more than the rest of them.

You had just reached the lair when this conversation began. You were in charge of pizza tonight and you had come with full arms. Stumbling into the kitchen you placed the pizza's on the counter. It didn't take long for you to hear the voices of the bickering brothers from the next room over as you quietly made your way to them. Pushing back the curtain you were able to catch a specific turtle rattle off an interesting comment.

Raph :

"All I'm say'n is, I can't imagine any human wanting to be with a mutant. Especially one that looks like me. If anything they would wanna be far from me! My spikes wouldn't make me a very cuddly partner haha..." Raph's laugh falls at the end. His face changed into something a little more sad.

"Dude, you look like a kicked puppy." You say crossing your arms while leaning against the entrance's frame.

"AH! WHA- HI. *ahem* hey Y/N. I didn't see you there." Raph jumped at your sudden appearance. Snapping his blushed face toward your figure that stood next to him. His brothers laughed at your coincidental appearance. It was no secret the way Raph felt about you, well except to you, and the fact that you appeared next to the giant pining turtle might as well have been scripted in a romcom.

You gave the room a weird look then turned to Raph, unable to help what you would say next. "I knew you were a little dumb, but that has to be one of the dumbest things I've heard you say." Your scowl followed you as you left the room. "I'm getting pizza."

Raph's face said it all. The brothers burst out into laughter after your exit. "You gonna take care of that whole situation big bro?" Leo said through laughs.

Raph blinked, quickly taking glances over his shoulder as he loudly whispered to his brothers. "Did you tell them!?" They laughed harder.

"Why on earth would that comment make you think that they would know?"

"Man I- ah I DON'T KNOW. Forget you guys." He said exasperated. The snapping turtle made his way to the kitchen stumbling in embarrassment and in an effort to escape his laughing brothers.

You were there, standing behind the counter gathering cups, napkins and the pizza boxes for movie night. Your arms were full and everything you were carrying was ready to topple over.

"mmmmm ahh AH!" You cried out trying to keep you and the items balanced. Taking another step, you and your treats leaned ready to fall. Just before gravity took you, your momentum was gently stopped. Looking up to see the hero that saved you from your fall you meet the eyes of Raph, who smiled nervously down to you. "Heyyy..."

"Raph." You said flatly. "Thanks."

He gave you an apprehensive chuckle. "For sure." Taking some of the boxes off the top of your stack he eyed you. "Are ya uhh... mad at me?"

It was your turn to eye him. "No."

"Okayy. Then uh what was that whole comment in the projector room? You were joshin with me right?" He placed the stack of pizza boxes down on the counter. His eyes met the floor. "I'm not sure I've ever heard you come after someone like that, maybe against Leo, but not me." He coughed, trying to clear the air of the thick tension.

"Sure Raph." You said bluntly grabbing some more paper plates from the cabinets. You cursed yourself in your mind. Why'd you say anything in the first place?? Now you were gonna have to explain yourself.

He paused, then in a quick breath added, "When why do you still sound upset? Are ya sure you're not mad? Cuz ya know. We can... we can always talk. I don't wanna upset you, like ever. And I'll understand if you dont wanna talk too. Just-just uh l-let me know if I ever make ya mad or somethin--"

You interrupted him, "Enough! I get it Raph thanks." He was spewing nonsense, clearly overthinking the situation. His face was sunken and his posture was rigid. What was making him so anxious? You sighed, knowing his nasty overthinking habit. You should clarify before he becomes a mess. Well, more of a mess. "I just can't understand, why do you think like that?"

He was confused. "Think like what?"

You sighed again, annoyed that he couldn't see the reason for your frustration. "I'm a human and I wanna go on dates with you."

Raph's face went blank. His heart stopped in his chest. "Wha-"

You took a long drawn breath in. It's now or never I guess. "Don't you get it Raph? I like you!" There was a long pause.

"You- you like me?" His eyes widened as a smile crawled to his face. His posture slowly became larger and un-slumped again.

"Oh my god Raph. OF COURSE I DO. Not only are you dumb, but you're also dense as hell too!" You yell in a flustered anger.

He didn't know what to say, his face was burning and his body felt weak. Needing to ground himself by holding onto the edge of the counter. You liked him. You liked him! "Man... I dunno what to say. I'm cheesin like mad hard." He was right too. He was smiling so hard he looked like he was about to cry. Your face was getting redder and redder by the moment as well. His expression was too much. You turned away from him attempting to hide your blush.

"I never thought I would ever have a chance with you, Y/N. I just thought... I dunno... like you would ever even look my way. Being a mutant and all."

"Raph, you should know more than anyone that the way someone looks shouldn't keep anyone from thinking about them differently than anyone else. But... you're more than just anyone else to me."

Now he was crying. You turned to look at him and watched the tears roll down his face. "Raph!" you rushed to him coming close to his chest, waving your hands in his face like you would try to wipe away his tears. "Ah jeez. Don't cry please."

He bent down to your level wrapping you in a tight hug. "I like you too."

Donnie :

"The day Donnie gets a partner before me, let me know cause I'll have a bet to pay up." Leo says, kicking his feet back onto the coffee table.

"That's not very nice Leo." Mikey said. You walked into the projector room, placing some of the pizza boxes you brought onto said coffee table.

"Well tell me I'm wrong!" He says opening an eye at you. "Not only is he the least best looking twin but he's also a mutant! No human would ever be interested in someone like him."

Donnie rolled his eyes. Not unfamiliar with being the butt of Leo's "jokes". "First of all, I'm not your twin. And second of all that comment brings zero new data to the conversation. Humans still look at us with caution. All of us. Even after all we do for this city." He said in a matter of a fact tone.

You didn't even have time to think before the words spilled from your lips, "Well, I'm a human and I like Donnie." All eyes were on you suddenly. Hearing your voice spill out the words before you got a chance to edit them was unlike you, your face burned. "Wha- what I mean is, Donnie is an incredible inventor and scientist what's not to like right? Wait- no no, what I meant was," Your incoherent rambling was not helping you regain your composer. All seemed to gain a sudden knowing, all except for Mikey would tackle Donnie into a hug. "Well I~ am a mutant and Donnie~ is my second favorite brother so I like him too."

"Second favorite!?" The three others said in unison.

You sighed, thankful for Mikey's unknowing save of your unconfessed feelings. The boys had completely forgotten about your comment and were instead engrossed in finding out who Mikey's favorite brother was.

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Movie night continued as usual after that; the boys lip synced scenes, the usual spill happened, and Leo, Raph and Mikey eventually fell asleep. You and Donnie remained awake almost every time this happened. He pulled all nighters all the time and you couldn't spend the night over at the lair so you would wait till the boys fell asleep to leave. This was the time when you and Donnie always decided to have your weird 2 am conversations. High on laziness and lips loose from feeling sleepy. You yawned as you stretched, the credits rolling on the now finished movie. You looked over to Donnie who was awake per the usual.

"I'm gonna head out the others are asleep and I'm exhausted." You said. You weren't really as tired as usual, you just wanted to get out of there. Mikey's diversion may have made the others forget but you were sure Donnie would interrogate you the moment he remembered. He watched you get to your feet and pick up your blanket. He got up, coming over to you, a little closer than usual you observed, and grabbed the end of the blanket that hung from your arms. His voice was soft as he spoke. "Let me help you fold this."

"Oh, sure." You smiled softly at him, hoping this wasn't his way of trapping you for a moment longer. He seemed really quiet, something you hoped was just sleepiness. His brow was furrowed and he looked like he was thinking.

You both finished folding the blanket and you began walking to the lair's exit. This was your chance to leave! You prepared the push past the projector room's curtain when you heard him, faintly.

"Y/N." Shit, you thought, "Can we talk?"

You froze. "Yea... yeah we can talk." you sighed, defeated.

He nodded and you two walked through the curtains. You followed him through the lair and eventually to the exit. He was gonna walk you out. Your nerves were on fire. You swear he made you wait to start talking for dramatic effect, you were starting to overthink as you both walked in silence through the tunnels. Was he gonna talk or was this conversation up to you all of a sudden?? God you hated when he did this and your fear of him figuring out your feelings only made this feel more and more planned. Is he playing with you?

You breathed in to begin talking, the silence eating you up, "Don-", but before you could get the words out he began. "Thank you." He said simply.

"Huh?" You said, without thinking again.

He turned his face to you with a slight smile on his face. "For standing up for me against Leo.... Not that I needed it cause I had the situation handled but it was very refreshing to have Leo eat-th his words." He added quickly.

You smiled, relieved that he didn't bring up the undertones of your mishap. His smile was genuine and as much as he said he "had it handled" you've been close friends long enough to know that some of things that Leo says can really cut deep sometimes. It was nice to know that what you said was enough to get a heartfelt thank you from bad boy Othello Von Ryan. Even if it was an accident, it was genuine! You bumped him with your shoulder in a playful manner.

"You getting soft on me, Von Ryan?" you said, smirking a little.

"Please." He teased back.

The walk was silent again, though the air was calm. So you thought.

"So" He started. "You like me?"

You sputtered, coughing on air. "Wha-! Donnie please." You pleaded in a way you hoped he didn't see as begging.

"I'm curious, did you mean those things?" He strolled in front of you, walking backwards to meet your gaze. "That I'm an incredible scientist and what was it? Oh! And "what's not to like." Hmm?" He quoted you, a smug grin growing on his face.

You blushed hard. God whyyy. Turning your face away to escape his gaze. Your silence he took as an invitation to tease you further.

"Oh come on. Don't be like that!" He cried, chasing your gaze by tilting his head. "Do you have anything else to say? Or is the mutant thing scaring you off?"

"You're so dumb." You threw at him. Getting annoyed that this "mutant problem" kept getting brought up.

"Dumb?"

"Yea dumb. The mutant thing doesn't mean anything to me. What you are doesn't matter to me. I just like you for you." you cried exasperated. "I'd go on a date with you without even thinking twice!"

You did it again, speaking without thinking. You slapped a hand over your mouth, looking helplessly into Donnie's eyes.

He blinked at you, just as surprised, his expression changing to one more serious just as your tone did. "Do you actually you like me?" His face blooming into a shade similar to yours.

".....I-uh..."

This was gonna be a long walk home.

Leo :

"I'm the king of charm! .....I could get anyone." Leo said confidently falling into his spot on the couch. The brothers rolled their eyes.

You were agitated with that comment, me my be your crush but even you wanna to see Leo knocked down a peg. "Last I checked Leo, you have never successfully "charmed" anyone." You said casually, walking over to the coffee table and grabbing a bottle of soda off of it. A blatant lie because you were absolutely pining for him, but that was beside the point. "For being the self proclaimed face man of the team, you really get no play uh?" The room busted out in a unison of "oooooo" and "burnnned" at your quip to toward Leo. His face crinkled up at your comment and he crossed his arms, pouting. And maybe even blushing a little?

"Dang Leo got burned!!" Mikey exclaimed, poking his older brother's face. Raph chuckled, trying to hold in his laughter. Donnie openly cackled at your words.

"Whatever, you guys wouldn't know charm if it hit you square in the face. And it's me hitting you square in the face. I'm charm!!" He yelled out exasperated.

"Mkay then Nardo." you said taking a seat next to him. "No hard feelings?" You said offering a soda to him. He looked at you, taking in your expression. It was calm, with no malice. His expression, though, changed from one of skepticism to something more mischievous. He took the can from you gently brushing his fingers against yours and leaned in close, too close. "Don't tempt me Y/N or you'll be the first person I charm." He whispered to you. Your eyes were blown wide. He winked at you before turning to the movie projection.

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If you thought that was just an empty threat, you were sorely wrong. The whole rest of the night had been just moments upon moments of Leo doing anything he could to see a blush spread across your face; fake yawning to wrap his arm around your shoulders, brushing your hand everytime you both grabbed some popcorn. Even lip syncing scenes from the movie of the characters proclaiming their love for the other.

This. is. ridiculous.

As the credits rolled on the third movie of the night was when Leo decided to get really bold.

"Yo Leo!" Raph called from the other side of the couch. "It's your turn to pick a movie." Raph launched the remote over to Leo who caught it easily. The striped turtle scrolled through the offered movies for a bit of time before deciding on something. You mindlessly scrolled on your phone not offering any attention to his selection, in hopes he wouldn't make a scene when the lights illuminated the room again.

The lights dimmed as the movie began again and everyone settled back into their spots. You looked up at the movie knowing what it was the moment you laid your eyes on it. The Princess Bride. Of course he would pick that movie. It was so Leo. You made a small chuckle at the selection.

"Something funny, Buttercup?" Leo turned to you smirking.

You blushed at the name. Was he gonna play this out like you two were the main love interests from the movie? "Uhh and I assume you are supposed to be Westley then?" You answered, raising a sarcastic brow.

Instead of answering he inched closer. Strategically during a dark part of the movie to avoid the eyes of his brothers. "Only if you want me to be, Princess." His face was inches from yours, you blushed fiercely both at the name and his words. "What are you doing Leo?" You sunk farther into the couch trying to escape him, only causing him to chase you more. He wasn't done yet. The room went dark again because of the movie and the last thing you saw were his eyes. Shining with mischief. Your heart raced in anticipation. What was he planning??

You didn't even have time to think before you felt hands around your waist pulling you down. Leo was right above you. Hands placed on each side of your head as he gazed down into your wide shot eyes. Your breath caught and you swore your heart stopped beating. You cursed yourself for your expression, sure that whatever it looked like was exactly what he wanted. You only knew this because of the way his smug smile seemed to stretch further. He bent his arms to lean down into your personal space even further. Close enough to whisper into your ear "So what is it Y/N? Are you charmed~ yet?" His voice oozed with smugness. And god were you so over it.

"I- I have to go!" You abruptly stood up pushing him off of you. You stormed across the room directly in front of the screen. Catching the attention of the other brothers who watched you storm off. "You good Y/N?" Mikey called after you as you left. "Peachy." You spat, a little more frustration came through in your voice than you had intended. You left without explaining yourself. It didn't take long till the others turned their heads toward Leo. Who looked shocked? Upset? Disappointed? Nervous even? He watched you leave a sudden worry growing in this chest. Was that too far?

"Leo. What the hell did you do to make them so upset?" Raph asked, pausing the movie. "Was this pay back from earlier?"

Leo didn't answer his older brother, only getting up to chase after you. Were you leaving?

You were a mess, as you made your way through the lair. You didn't know where you were going, you just needed to get away. Your face was burning and your heart was on fire. What was that! Pay back? You regretted ever having made that burn to him. If this was the price, you weren't sure if you wanted to pay more or if you wanted a complete refund. God he made your head hurt. It wasn't even the flirting or the attention, it was just the undertones of it all. Was he doing this just to get back at you or did this cheesy flirting actually mean something to him? You hated that he played with you like this. And how smug he was about it too.

"Y/N! Wait."

Oh god, please no.

"Y/N! Don't leave!" Leo portaled after you effectively misjudging the distance and opened his portal directly in front of you blocking your path. As he emerged through the portal he ran straight into you, toppling both of you to the ground. You landed in a similar situation as you were on the couch a few moments ago.

Leo looked at you surprised by the outcome of the portaling "skills". He smiled sheepishly, laughing a little. "haha sorry bout' that". You scowled unhappy to be in the same situation you just ran from.

"Leo! Get off!"

He retracted himself almost immediately. You stood up, brushing yourself off, you eyed him, waiting for whatever he was gonna rub in your face next.

"Y/N. I'm so sorry." He jumbled out of the way as he helped you to your feet, holding onto your hand as he did. His apology pricked your eyes. Was Leo seriously apologizing instead of ratting off some excuse to cover his ass? He was nervous? His face was downturned and his body language was not like his usual self at all. That wasn't even one of his pretend flamboyant face man apologies either. Was this a genuine Leo apology? "I'm sorry Y/N.... I wanted to-... I-.... I don't know what I wanted... I'm sorry about everything, really."

"It's ok. I get it. I embarrassed you, you wanted to get even." You told him. You didn't wanna accept his apology, but god did you need to leave. You looked down noticing that Leo was still holding onto your hand from when he helped you up. "Uh, Leo? You gonna let go?"

"Hm? Oh! Yeah." He hesitated before letting your hand drop to your side. He seemed off, was this another game?

You were skeptical of his unusual behavior. "Leo are you messing with me?" You ask, squinting at him.

"What? No! Y/N I-, I-." He huffed in frustration, he clearly had something he wanted to say but his pride just wouldn't allow it. He breathed out, collecting himself. "Y/N, I'm sorry for what I did but honestly I would do it again in a heartbeat." At this he began avoiding your gaze. "I did want to get back at you at first that's why I started it, but..." He faltered, preparing himself for what he was about to say. "Listen I'm just gonna lay it all out on the table now Y/N."

You stared at him confused. He took your hand again, this time both of his. He looked deeply into your eyes, but not like before. He was pleading this time. Begging for you to hear him out. You silently nodded awaiting his words.

"I talk big game like a lot, you know this but... I'm honestly scared. When we became friends Y/N I was so excited I thought you were so cool and I wanted to do everything other than be myself so that you would think I was cool too. I didn't want to disappoint you with how I actually was. And when I uh.. started to.. um, develop... feelings for you that fear just multiplied."

Your eyes widened at his confession, you would have never guessed. All this time he was trying to be cool for you?

He continued, unable to look you in the eyes while he watched his hand rub circles into yours. "I accepted a long time ago that humans were not ever gonna like us, like me. But being with you is the best feeling and you give me hope for a relationship between mutants and humans. You get me, you laugh at my jokes, you like the same movies, and you always know exactly what to say to make me feel like I'm a hero." He was smiling a little now, reminiscing about the times you've had together. Your heart was melting at his words.

"I dont think a human would even wanna be with a mutant. Especially one as go-good looking as you." It was his turn to blush now. "Being able to flirt with you today as a "game" was everything I actually wish I could do." He looked up at you squeezing your hand affectionately as he said his next line, "it wasn't a game to me."

Your eyes softened for him, placing your free hand on top of his. Your next words were meant to be teasing but they came out more blunt than you intended. "I'm a human and I wanna go out with you."

There was a pregnant pause before you heard him speak again. His hands stopped and dropped to your shoulders making you gasp and look up at him. When you looked up he was towering over you. His face was unreadable. "Why?" was all he asked.

You chuckled a little at his question, feeling more confident because of his confession. "Cause I like you Leo. You are cool. You're my hero." His face was shining from the praise that fell from your lips. Never would he have thought you would have had this locked away from. He didn't even reply, instead wrapping his arms around you tight. He rubbed his face into your neck. And for a moment you two stayed like that. You could feel a smile forming on his face as he spoke.

"So I guess you were wrong uh?"

"wrong? about what?"

He pulled back from the hug so he could take a look at you. "I did charm you."

Mikey :

"Y/N! You're here!!" Mikey cheered, his excitement was evident by the way he perked up on the couch and patted the spot next to him enthusiastically. "Come sit next to me!!"

You and Mikey loved movie night and it was always you two who cuddled up on the couch together to watch. This was your tradition and it was even weird not to have you glued together sharing popcorn and pizza.

Mikey seemed completely unfazed by the conversation that the rest were having and with your arrival it seemed the topic was pushed away. For now.

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The screen produced by projectors glow was the only thing that lit up the room by the time you all had finished your fifth movie. Making it Mikey's turn to pick once again. Now was the time when Leo and Raph would have usually fallen asleep and Donnie would be death scrolling through his phone.

You and the box turtle were comfortably cuddled together under a blanket. You laid on his chest plastron while he laid on his back with his hand drawing mindless shapes onto your back. His usual high energy temperament was chilled when it came to this time and he was honestly very quiet during these times. Making a comment here or there and laughing at the funny moments. But tonight he was different. The shine in his eyes was less bright and he kinda just stared into the scenes.

Beauty and the Beast was what he picked. A classic Mikey pick. This was one of his favorite movies, he would sing the lyrics to the songs, sometimes get up and dance like he was Bell or even Beast. He loved this movie, but today he did none of that. He laid quietly, watching the movie, concentrated with a furrowed brow. Very unlike him, you noted.

You traced the colorful drawings he painted on his shell, thinking. Dragging your sleepy eyes from the scene of Bell and Beast dancing and looked up at him. His eyes were watering and his lip quivered from beneath his teeth. Looked like he was gonna explode with tears in any second.

"Mikey!" You whisper yelled, frantically raising yourself off of him in order to get closer to his cup his face. He was forced to look at you now. He seemed to not have expected you to be awake or even to notice him. Maybe he was trying to cry quietly?

"Y/N?!? I didn't know you were awake still." He said frantically wiping his tears away. You grabbed his face, pulling him close to you. "You've been acting weird all night and now you're crying??" You searched his eyes for anything while he avoided your gaze. His hands came around your wrist that was holding his face, ready to pull them down gently. The moment loaded with tension was broken when you both turned to look at the scene that suddenly caught both your attention. Bell and Beast were sitting on the balcony when Beast asked Bell if she was happy with him and when she said yes the tears hanging from Mikey's eyes fell freely onto your hands that still held his face. He tightened his grip around your wrists ever so slightly and turned to you again, looking you in the eyes as he said between chokes, "T--t-tHey'Re s-so bE-beAUtIfuL."

You smiled a little as his wholesome response, taking him into your arms and easing the both of you deeper into the couch cushions. You held him under your arm and grabbed his hand with your other. He instinctively pressed his cheek to your shoulder and you leaned your cheek on the top of his head. He cried more incoherent phrases until his sobs turned to sniffs. "Bell is so sweet and kind, she doesn't care he's a beast, it doesn't matter to her! And Beast, he just wants to be loved and accepted! And Bell gives that to him and and... and." His ranting fell off as he seemed to compose a new idea in his head. "I'm not sure any human would love a monster like that in real life. I'm not sure any human would want to be with... a mutant monster... like me."

You froze, ceasing your comforting motions and took in the gravity of his words. You never thought he cared what humans thought of him, he didn't even put in his two cents when his brothers talked about stuff like this. He even ignored the conversation entirely! How long has this been eating him up?

"Why do you think that?" You asked softly but curiously.

He seemed surprised that you would ask, you could feel him tense a little under your arm. He breathed in a deep breath and pushed out from your warm embrace. He placed his hands by your sides on the couch and looked at you close. "Humans are not as sweet as Bell is. And I know that a human, like you, would never want to be with me."

"I'm a human and I wanna be with you." You said it way more bluntly than you had meant to. Mikey's eyes widened, but he stayed just as close.

"You want to be with me? I'm a monster."

"You're not a monster! That's such a stupid thought." You were upset now. Who made him feel like he was a monster. You'd beat them up!

He smiled, tears rolling down his face once again. "Not many are as kind as you Y/N."

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More Than You Could Know

Authors note : heyyy, I wrote this really late at night. It's not prof read. I'll edit it later. I hope it makes sense for now. this is pretty angsty by the way. fluffy raph will be here soon don't worry! enjoy! <3

prompt :

"Raph. We have to talk about this."

"Nah, I don't think we do actually."

"What is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? What happened to "we are a team"? What happened to trusting each other? W-wha what happened to us?"

"You wanna know what happened Y/N!? Huh!?" The volume of his voice booms though the lair's hallway's. "I realized that I'm so much stronger than any of ya. I'm so powerful that if I lost my mind I could-- I could...." Finally making eye contact with you, Raph notices the tears that roll down your face. Each tear a reminder to him of the atrocities that he had committed against his family, against his morals...

....against you.

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Reconstructing New York was gonna take a while, everyone knew that, but with the mutants and humans coming together to construct it again the wounds from old discrimination would heal. The Hamato clan was thriving, strengthened by the bond of battle, the healing of their physical and emotional scars, it seemed everything was ok. Everyone was ok. Right?

"no... no please. I don't want to do this! Let me go! Let me go please!" Raph's cries had woken you with a start. He was having another nightmare. You rushed over to his side tripping from your post since he had basically scared you awake.

NY had basically been completely reconstructed; the only thing that was left was crowd control. You and Raph had been tasked to put away some of the mutant baddies who had broken out of the Hidden City Prison. After tracking a particular escaped inmate for quite some time, Donnie had given you a tip that this inmate could potentially lead you to a group of baddies who banded together after escaping. It was originally a solo mission for you because of your specialty for stealth and recon, but you opted to take a Raph as your bodyguard if you were discovered. The thought of being caught against an entire group of mutant baddies didn't sit right with you. But having Raph with you, the muscle of the group who just happened to have a growth spurt between now and the krang invasion, you felt very comfortable getting the valuable intel for Donnie. Though if you were to tell no lies, the whole reason you requested for him was because he had been avoiding you. Ever since the defeat of the Krang he had been.... different, not only because of his new height and mass. You first noticed the physical distance between you two, then his efforts to keep you from being part of his reconstruction team and even sitting out of his usual spot during movie night. Every time you tried to confront him about it he either dodged the question or straight up ran away! This mission was a perfect excuse to get answers from him, but since leaving the lair he's been just as distant.

"Raph! Hey! Wake up! It's a dream you're on a stake out!" You grab his shoulders trying to shake him awake. He twists out of your grasp effectively throwing you out his range. Stunned by his strength you go back to him, this time coming closer to his face. "Raph please. Wake up-- Ah!" You gasp as he grabs the wrist of the hand that attempted to cup his face. His hand might as well envelop your whole hand all the way down to the middle of your forearm. His fist tightens and his eyes shoot open, they're blank, no sign of his usual friendly gaze. He looks at you like... like you're an enemy. You stare back, honestly unsure of what to expect. He has always been very good with controlling his strength around you, he could easily break your hand even before the invasion. Who knows what he could do to you now with his new strength. Fear fills your heart as you watch him, "Raph! Please! You're hurting me!". Those words seem to spark something in him, blinking back at you his iris's return. He looks into your eyes confused at first then noticing the situation he releases your wrist immediately. You wince and drop to your knees opening and closing your hand attempting to regain feeling, nothing was broken at least. Raph gets on his knees next to you, spouting apologies. The corner of his eyes pricked with tears. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. I'm sorry Y/N."

You muster your strength and put on a reassuring smile. You know how he gets when things like this happen. But you have never seen him like this before. What was he dreaming about? "It's ok Raph. Don't worry, it was an accident, I understand." He seems unconvinced. "Is it broken? Can you move it? Are you-" He stops his apologetic rambling, abruptly raising himself to his feet and taking a few steps back from you. He bows. "Forgive me. This will not ever happen again." If it wasn't for his tone you would have laughed, but his voice is filled with anger. You blink, confused, at least you were distracted from the pain in your hand.

You aren't given a chance to respond when movement from behind you catches your attention.

"Shit!" You curse under your breath. Mutants. When did they get so close? You concelled yourself in some flora while Raph backed into the shadows. Mutant baddies were coming near your hidden stake out spot and they did not look happy.

"Listen, I swear I heard voices coming from this way."

"If there is nothing out here I'm telling the rest of the gang you left the base unguarded."

Gang? Base? Donnie was right. They did team up, and it seems you were close to their base of operations too. Maybe this night would redeem itself. You covertly made your way over to a nearby tree. You needed the high ground if you were gonna follow them back. Launching yourself into the air you attempted to grab a branch to pull yourself up. Pain surged through your arm from the impact and you let go quickly falling a distance toward the ground below. Raph swooped in catching you before you could hit the ground, though effectively ruining your stealth.

The baddies made some noise of realization and began charging toward you two. Raph is first to make contact with them, punching the first larger one in the face, sending them flying. The other goes running, deciding to not mess with the hurt that Raph was dishing out. You were about to give chase when Raph bolted ahead of you, charging toward them. You waited, breathless from the sudden rush of battle and winced as you clutched your now broken wrist. Listening, you waited, a minute of huffs of battle and then a scream occurred and Raph returned with the runaway mutant. He held the mutant upside down by the ankle as he walked past you. Raph's face was unreadable, only his eyes were visible because of the harsh shadow that cast over his face. They were blank again.

"Let me go you overgrown toad! You have no idea what my buddies will do to you when they find me." The smaller mutant snarled. "And don't even get me started on your little human pet! What they're gonna do to dem will be much worse." The mutant spat in your direction.

At that Raph launched the mutant in the air, catching them by the face when they came back down. Raph made no comment, so silly a joke, nothing. His face filled with anger, with hate, while he stared upon his enemy. You shook from the memory of the same look he gave you only a little bit ago. The mutant struggled against his hand, clawing and scratching. Raph was unfazed and wasted no time slamming the back of the mutant's head into the ground.

You gasped. The mutant plastered on the ground in a crater from the impact. Raph, hunched over expression still unreadable, releasing the mutant. They sputtered out groaning in anguish. Raph raised his arms readying himself to slam his fists into the mutant again.

Your body moved on your own. Driving your body in front of the mutant, in front of Raph's fist. You're not sure what you thought. That he would stop? He already had hurt you. But if you were here now, in front of him, would he really hurt you again? Would he kill you to get to this mutant?

The pain you prepared for never came. His fists never touch you. You peeked open an eye only to stare right into the terrified eyes of Raph centimeters away from you. Something was wrong. His right eye shines a bright yellowish green as his cat eye-like pulp mirrors the movements of his normal left eye that swims through yours. This is a memory of the Krang's possession. You and him were in the same position as when he unconsciously fought against you and his brothers. This moment was all too similar. "Raph?" Your voice is barely above a whisper he stares into your eyes once more, his eyes seemingly normal again, then blinking he rips himself away from you. You get up, rushing toward him. "Are you ok? Please talk to me. Raph!" He turns his left eye over to you while covering his right, his face is sad, scared.

"Go home Y/N."

"Raph come on now."

"Go home." His voice rising.

You huff, very worried and frankly frustrated from your dear friend's behavior. "We can't have this conversation here." You say turning around looking for any other approaching mutants. If he wants to go, then fine, we'll go, but he will talk to you. You make your move to pick up the mutant, "Help me get this guy back to the lair, we can question him."

Raph huffs, picking the mutant up and placing him on his shoulder.

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Making it back to the lair you are able to report your findings to Donnie and see the injured mutant to the med bay. Donnie gives a quizzical look to you and Raph when you return. Mainly because of the damage they took. The moment the mutant was in Donnie's care Raph attempted to flee you. Immediately making his way to the lair's exit. You finish your report in time to catch him in the abandoned subway on the way out.

"Raph. We have to talk about this." You demand speeding behind him.

"Nah, I don't think we do actually." He doesn't slow his pace, continuing to march through the lair.

"What is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? What happened to "we are a team"? What happened to trusting each other? W-wha what happened to us?"

"You wanna know what happened Y/N!? Huh!?" He spins around to face you. His brow knitted inward while his mouth displayed a harsh snarl. The volume of his voice booming through the lair's hallways. "I realized that I'm so much stronger than any of ya. I'm so powerful that if I lost my mind I could-- I could...." Finally making eye contact with you Raph seems to notice the tears that roll down your face. You're so worried, what happened to your dear friend. Was it the Krang? Why was he keeping secrets from you?

"Please Raph, you can trust me. I'm here for you." You plead coming closer to him. He doesn't move, allowing you to cup your hand on the side of his face. He faces you now. Eyes welling up with tears as he begins to break down. "Why?" He cries, "Why do you trust me? I've done nothing but hurt you! When the Krang had me I almost killed Leo! I almost killed you!"

You recounted the memories of the Krang's possession of him. No wonder he had been avoiding you. His nightmares, he was dreaming about the Krang? Dreaming about hurting you? Tears free falling down his face now. "I can't imagine a world without ya in it Y/N. The very thought terrifies me. If I was the cause of your... the cause of a world without ya, I don' think I'd have it in me to forgive myself."

You cup both sides of his face, "Raph, that wasn't you, the real you would never do that to me. If you have these fears, these nightmares you have to tell me. I'm here for you. I'm not leaving Raph. Not now, not ever. Because I-- I love you."

His eyes widen at your sudden confession, then fill with tears once again. His face breaks down as he pulls you into himself for a much needed hug. Even now with his emotions running high he still hugs you gently. "I love you too... so much more than you could know."

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Masterlist

Started : 2023/7/4

Last Updated : 2023/10/2

Total Works : 6

Works in Drafts : 5

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Spider-Verse

Multipart Fics

Miles Morales : Spider-Medic Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 (on the way!)

Oneshots

Blurbs

TMNT

Multipart Fics

Oneshots

Rise!Donnie : Coffee Conundrum

Rise!Raph : More Than You Could Know

Rise!Raph : Barista's Boxes (In progress)

Rise!Raph : Black Tie Event (In progress)

Rise!Leo : (Unamed coffee fic) (In progress)

Rise!Mikey : Coffee Contest (In progress)

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Rise!Indiv.Turtles : You're so dumb.

Rise!Donnie: First Kiss

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Spider-medic Part 2

Author's note : This one is def shorter than the first but not to worry the final part will be out a little bit after this and it will hopefully be longer than this. ALSO MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

Part 2 to Spider-Medic : little bit of angst in this one.

this is minimally edited as well. sorry.

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You just stared at him, jaw hanging open. His expression was nervous, a soft crinkle between his brows and an unsure smile graced his lips.

“Did you think it would be me?” He searched your eyes. “Are you- *ahem* are you disappointed?” he coughed, his smile fading.

You didn't have words to answer him. Of course he was Spiderman. That explained everything, his flakiness, his stupid excuses, the weird as injuries that seem vaguely familiar. Still nothing could fall from your lips.

Miles began rambling, but it just sounds muffled to you, lost in the questions that crept into your mind. He felt like he had to lie to me. Lie to my face, constantly! Did he not trust me enough to tell me? You stood up, facing your back to him as you walked closer to your dorms door. Maybe if you moved away from him for a moment you could clear your mind? Did he not tell me because he wanted to protect me? No. He wouldn't have come to me for aid if that was the case. He lied to me. Again. Realization hit you suddenly. If it was really Miles who sat in your room every other night while you shared your secrets and insecurities then Miles knows everything you have said about him. He knew everything! All the talks you thought were between you and a friend who was willing to listen was really the exact person your worries were about.

Miles is still rambling, his voice comes to your ears like the ring of bell, demanding your attention. He rose at some point, you’re not sure when, sometime during his incoherent rambling probably. He reaches out for you, “can you just…” he retracts his hand, suddenly very afraid of what boundaries you might have with him. He might as well be a stranger to you now with how much he had lied to you. He convinced you he was a different person just so he could what? Hang out with you more? He could have done that as Miles! Why did he have to make thing so complicated? “Can you just say something? Anything? …Please.” he begged.

Irritation crawled up your back suddenly. How dare he ask you to say something! He should’ve been the one to say something to you! He lied to you, not only just lied but he deceived you! You confided woes to him about him! Fears and insecurity you thought you put in the hands of a friend. Not the person who drove a spike through your heart every time they flaked out, or ran from you, or lied straight to your face!

“Miles.” You breath, “I need to think about this, I’m angry and confused and betrayed and *sigh*… I need to collect my feelings before I can talk to you.” He’s still your friend. You should try to think about it before starting an argument. But you still can't shake the feeling of betrayal that hung to you.

There was silence, you could feel the presence of him behind you still. A shaky “ok” was breathed out into the silence. You sighed, your heart hurting and head throbbing. You just wanted to sleep. Maybe this was a dream or something. You were gonna say something else to him. Goodnight? Was that even appropriate right now? Who knows, but by the time turned around he was already gone.

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To say that Miles was scared would be an understatement. Of course you would be upset! What did he expect? You to embrace him and be completely fine with the fact he has been lying to you?? Avoiding you?? Pretending to be someone else completely. He should have just told you from the beginning. But how could he? He didn't want you to be involved with the dangers of Spiderman. But that’s exactly what he did anyway! Why did he think you not knowing his identity would protect you? That situation, you. The thought was too tempting. You were just too tempting. Why was he so dumb around you?

I’m an idiot.

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Your room was comfortably hot last night. At least that's what you told your roommate when they came back and saw that the window was open. You usually cleaned any evidence of a guest being over when Spidey came by, so as to not spark any suspicion, but last night, all you could think about was not having to think. Having a headache was what you tell them when they asked why you looked so tired in the morning. That wasn't a lie, you did have a headache, but it wasn't why you looked so tired the next morning.

It didn't help that today had to be a lab day in your chemistry class. You, Gankee and Miles were usually a group for these, but conveniently MIles wasn't here today. You two wouldn't be able to avoid each other forever, you shared a lot of major science classes and now you had a lab you needed to work on. Missing class is not what you meant when you told him you needed time to think. At least Gankee was here so you weren't all on your own. Wait, Gankee. He’s friends with Miles. Did he know about Miles’ secret? Did he tell Gankee but not you?? He is his roommate. But you were closer to him, weren’t you? Surely he trusted you more than he trusted Gankee right? Right?? You shouldn't ask him about it now. Maybe later when the rest of the class isn't here.

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Class ended and you were actually able to drag him back in by his wrist when everyone left. He complained at your sudden ferocity but allowed you to drag him along anyway. You sat him down in a chair and began your interrogation.

“What do you know about Miles?”

“Huh?”

“What do you know about Miles?”

“He’s my roommate??” He shrugged confused. “Why are you asking?”

“I know he’s your roommate, I study with you guys all the time!” He stared at you with a slack jaw expression. Was he making fun of you? You furrowed your brow, “Lemme ask you again. What do you know about our friendly neighborhood friend Miles Morales?”

He narrowed his eyes. “What do you know about Miles?”

“Enough.” You responded flatly, “how long have you known?”

Gankee paused for a moment, thinking about the time. “I dunno for a few months? Like seven maybe?”

“Seven??” What the hell! How could he keep this from you?? Your hand flew up to your hair, grabbing at it for some sort of stability.

“You don’t seem to be happy about it.” Gankee blurted. “Honestly I thought you felt the same. Guess I was wrong.” He sighed.

You snapped your head towards him at this new info. “Felt the same? What are you talking about?? This is about Miles being, yknow,” You whispered, “Spiderman!”

Gankee’s expression fell drastically and he stared at you with eyes the size of sauce pans. “YOu kNow he’s Spiderman?!”

“Gankee! WHAT THE HELL ELSE WOULD WE BE TALKING ABOUT RIGHT NOW?!” You barked, he flinched at the volume of your voice and closed his eyes like he was waiting for impact or something. Wait. What was he talking about? Feeling the same? ….Wait… wait. Wait hold on! “Gankee tell me the truth right now. What is Miles hiding from me?”

“That he’s Spiderman?”

“I ALREADY KNEW THAT.” He flinched again.

“That he… he has a huge crush on you?” You breathed out, slow. Why did this hurt? This is what you wanted right? Miles likes you. Spiderman likes you. That’s why he came to you that night. That’s why he trusted you to patch him up, that’s why he… Is this why he came to you as Spiderman? To hang out with you more, to find the answers to the same question you just asked? You breathed out again, a new plan forming in your mind. “Was Miles in his room this morning?”

“Nah, he didn’t come back from patrol last night, he told me he was fine though.”

“Do you know where he went?”

“Prob to his parents' place.”

You picked up your backpack and made your way to the door. You needed to see Miles.

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Coffee Conundrum

authors note : I'm gonna make more of these for the rest of the boys when I get the motivation to lol. enjoy!

prompt : After the events of the movie, mutants are much more accepted by the people of NY. So much so that mutants and humans can (mostly) peacefully inhabit each other's worlds. One of those humans works at a coffee shop in the Hidden City that a certain purple turtle constantly orders from. But there is just something about the way this human barista makes his order that keeps him coming back for more.

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*sigh*. Donnie pinches his brow as he walks into the dimly lit cafe. It was early, too early. 4 am to be exact. His brothers decided it would be a wonderful idea for an all night, now all morning, skateboard tournament. It was very unfortunate that this tournament had to land on a day that Donnie planned to do some serious calculations for a project he was working on. Too bad the noise from brothers not only kept him from focusing but also kept him up all night. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit his nose. A nice black coffee is exactly what he needed. Maybe a certain barista was working this early as well.

Donnie has been coming to this cafe for quite some time. Basically the moment it opened. He was looking for a new place since his old usual was unfortunately destroyed by the Krang. You were the first hire for the cafe. Honestly just looking for a good excuse to see the Hidden City. Being able to work in it was perfect! When Donnie came to the cafe for the first time it was very dull and slow, not many people had been there and honestly he liked it. He liked the quietness of the undiscovered cafe and the coffee was pretty fantastic. He wasn't sure how you always made the coffee so good. Maybe it was the blend or even the machine, but whenever a different barista made his order it just wasn't the same. It was just black coffee! What could you be doing that made his order so great?

“Morning magenta.” You greet him, leaning over the counter. You had just started the first pot of coffee.

“Haha. Hilarious.” He groans, “I’ll have you know its royal purple… and I’d like my usual.”

You smile, looking over his face before beginning his order. “Sure thing. You do look more tired than usual, which is pretty impressive.”

He snorts. “My less then intelligent brothers decided to keep me awake with their skateboarding antics.” He rubs the bridge of his nose attempting to pull the sleepiness from his drooping lids. “So now I am here.”

“Well thank you for your patronage, your royal purpleness.” You bow dramatically. He smiles a little at your antics, “Finally someone who understands.”

The cafe fills with the cozy ambience as you brew his order. Donnie looks around the shop while he waits. Everything seems the same. The same mismatched tables and chairs, the large worn reclining chair next to the book shelf, the freshly vacuumed rugs. All was how he remembered it, except for a curtain that covered an area diagonal to the counter.

Curiosity made him itch. With a quick glance behind the counter, your back was turned waiting for an espresso shot to finish, he stealthy made his way over to the curtain. Grabbing the thin material, he prepared to rip it away when suddenly,

“That’s a work in progress.”

“AH.” Donnie jumped back flailing his arms, landing in a sloppy ninja pose.

You were standing right next to him holding his coffee in a purple ceramic mug. He quickly composed himself, returning to a normal stance. “*cough* Well, hm. Uh... is that my coffee?”

You handed the warm mug to him and stood there looking at him expectedly.

He cocked a brow and looked at you confused, taking a sip of his coffee. It was just as good as he remembered. Closing his eyes he sighed in content. Letting the warm coffee melt the tension in his shoulders.

You nodded, happy with his reaction and walked closer to the curtain.

He blinked more confused now. “What?”

“Oh nothing. Here let me show you our work in progress.” You grabbed the end of the curtain and walked to slide it completely open. Revealing a glass room. It had no door and kinda just sat on the side of building jutting out like a glass cabana. There were four large bean bags of all different colors in a circle facing a small coffee table in the middle. In the corners were two heat lambs facing inward.

“We wanted to make an area from some of the more cold blooded mutants that come by since the cafe can get a little cold sometimes.” You elbowed him gently. “Do you like it?”

Donnie could see it already, sitting in the plush bean bags while sipping on his coffee, maybe with his headphones on or even with his laptop doing some work.

“This... is... perfect!” He beamed at you. “Is there any way I can use it now?”

“Hmm.” You thought about it for a moment, It could be good to have someone test it. “Sure, butttt I will be coming in and out to drop some stuff off... oh! and you need to leave the curtain open so other customers can see.”

“Deal.”

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It had been about two or three before customers started coming through. In that time Donnie had managed to get a lot of the work that he wanted to get done, done. Not only that but he was absolutely loving the glass room warmed by the heat lambs. He was even able to nap for a bit! The atmosphere was perfect for him to work and enjoy the solitude before he had to go back to his brothers. Hopefully their excursions would have tired them out for the day and he could go home to a sleeping household. When he woke, the cafe was a little busier but not too much. It looked like it had just come down from its usual morning business. How long was he asleep?

He groaned, lifting his back from his sloughed position on the beanbag. He looked over to the counter and his eyes were immediately drawn to you. You were talking to one of your coworkers while you plated a pasty order. Donnie grabbed his empty mug from the coffee table just as you dinged the bell on the counter and called out the order’s name. As he walked up to the counter he overheard the compliment the mutant gave to you when they grabbed their order.

“Thank you, we always love your sweet unique touches to the orders. I’m not sure how you knew that my son would have liked the strawberry cake more than the peach danish but I thank you! This cake always makes him so happy!” The mutant smiled and gestured to her son at a small table behind her. “Your intuition with the customers is very good.” You both share a laugh and you thank her as she walks back to her son who cheers when he sees the cake. Your coworker turns to you and makes a teasing smile. “Yeah your customer intuition, you little psychic.” You scowl at them in a friendly manner. “Maybe I’m just good at my job... unlike you.” “Hey!” Both of you laugh with each other as Donnie walks up. He starts to open his mouth to speak when,

“Lemme guess. You want Y/N to make your coffee right?” Your coworker turns to him, “they’re your personal barista huh?”

“Piss off Laney, he's just got good taste is all.” You say swatting playfully at them. “What can I do for you Donnie.” You ask, while you lean your crossed arms on the counter.

“He is correct. Indeed I do wish for you to brew my beverage.” He says looking down at you. “Also the new space you have created is very pleasant. I’m sure many of your patrons would enjoy it.”

You gave him a teasing smile, “I didn't need you to tell me you liked it. I could tell by the fact that you passed out in one of the beanbags.”

He stiffened up at your comment, embarrassed. “Yes well... ahem... it was as advertised. Cozy and quiet.”

Your smile grows, happy you can get such reactions out of the genius Othello Von Ryan. “Lemme get that coffee going for ya.”

Walking over to the coffee station you begin your usual process for his order. He follows you over to the station on the opposite side of the counter. Donnie thinks to himself, customer intuition, huh?

“Hey, by the way, how do you make my coffee?”

You peer up at him, looking very seriously. “You’re asking for the secret? Do you think you can handle the responsibility of such information?” You question him.

He nods his face turning serious too, suddenly very intrigued by the answer. “I’m an archive of secrets.”

“Well...... the secret is... love.” You bat your eyelashes at him sarcastically.

His face falls from intrigue to annoyance. You burst out laughing. “I really got you good Von Ryan! Ha!” You clutch the edge of the counter and wipe a tear from your eye as you start an espresso shot.

“You are just as insufferable as my brother Leo.” He sighs.

“He sounds like a blast then.” You smirk at him while he stares at you with an annoyed grimace.

“OK ok. I’ll tell you, for real this time.” Donnie perks up again, his intrigue returning. You return to your work while you explain your process. “Well I know you are high maintenance” you joke, “so I dont give you the coffee from the pot, rather I make a cup of drip coffee so it’s fresh.”

Donnie rolls his eyes at your comment. “I’m not high maintenance, I just like quality.”

You return to your work, ignoring him, and gesture to a jar with some bright green leaves in it. “These are mint leaves, before I pour the drip coffee, I take a tea steep and put a few of the leafs inside of it. Then when the coffee is finished I’ll pour the coffee in and steep the leafs in the coffee.”

“Mint leafs?” Donnie questions. “I never would have guessed, why mint leaves?”

“Mint leaves add a freshness to the coffee, making the taste a little brighter. It’s also great for helping clear the mind. Supposedly.” Donnie hums and watches as you steep the mint leaves in the coffee. “Now there is a final touch that I like to add, its something i do with my own coffee.” You reach under the counter and grab a small jar.

“What’s that?”

“Salt.” You say flatly.

“Salt!?” Donnie gasps. “You put salt in your coffee??”

“Yes, and in your coffee too!” You say defensively. “It’s good! A pinch of salt will take away the bitter aftertaste of the coffee.” Donnie grimaces a little. “Well you seem to like it. You seem to like it a lot!”

You sprinkle a pinch of salt into the coffee and remove the steep. You pour the concoction into a purple mug that you grab from the shelf behind you. Donnie watches you as you clean the coffee runs on the side of the mug and place a mint leaf floating on top. You place the mug on the counter in front of him. You look deeply into his eyes again. “Now you know my terrible secret, you must promise to never tell a soul for they will judge you. Harshly.”

Donnie cracks a smile at your antics. He picks up the mug and takes an apprehensive sip. He sighs dreamily. It’s the same cup you always made for him. “I will admit, you do brew a good cup of joe.”

You bow. “My humble craft.”

He stares into the liquid, now that his coffee conundrum was answered he realized he still had one more question to ask. “Why do you make it like this? Why when I asked the first time I came here for a black coffee did you make this salty mint concoction?” He questioned, clutching the mug.

You paused, your usually playful demeanor being replaced by a new one. One a little sheepish? “Well, the first time you came you seemed exhausted, like you really needed a pick me up.” you looked away and rubbed the back of your neck. “My mom would make this for me whenever I needed one and it always seemed to lift my spirits. I just wanted to... to lift your spirits too.” There was a long pause. Donnie smiled at your confession, you avoided eye contact. “Plus you're one of our best customers. At the time of our opening I think all of New York needed a pick me up because of the Krang. You were one of the first people to visit us and the pointers you gave us about popular improvements and the analytical business practice really helped us out. Now look at this place! We have more customers than ever and I can make weird coffee for the Hidden City.”

He’s not sure if it’s the coffee that was warming his face or something else as he listens to your confessions. The comments he made were just offhanded, he hadn't actually meant to make a difference, he was just doing his usual Donnie thing. His brothers hated when he did that, they never listened. But you did... you listened to his analytical rambling. You actually took his advice and it helped! He was stunned, flattered even.

You spoke more about how his frequent visits and helpful comments actually grew business for the cafe. And with each specific comment you referenced the more the blush on his face grew.

The ring of the front door dragged away both of your attentions.

“I should.. I should go now. Gotta do my job haha...” you laughed awkwardly after realizing you talked his ear off about how great he was. “You can have that coffee on the house by the way. It’s the least we can do.”

He snapped his attention back to you again, attempting to recover from his flusteredness. “Oh.. ha, thanks.”

“I’ll see you later then, Von Ryan.” You smile and wink at him.

“F-for sure.”

Donnie headed to the door and looked over his shoulder at you just before leaving. You gave him a bright smile and waved. He waved back.

Maybe it wasn't just the coffee that was warming his heart.

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Spider Medic Pt 1

Becoming Spiderman’s medic was not something you imagined for yourself when you started school at Visions Academy. Not to say you didn’t like the “job”, in fact you appreciated it. As a student who’s class schedule aimed for a future career in medicine, you accepted any type of hands-on practice you could get. Your fated first meeting with the new Spiderman was what thrust the job into your hands.

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“Hey uh… what did you get for the fourth question on the frq?” Miles asked leaning over to look at your free response packet.

You and Miles were studying together for an upcoming physics test in a cafe near Visions.

“Onnne sec.” You were lost in calculations trying to piece together a formula that would work for this specific problem. Humming to yourself as you scribbled, erased and typed in numbers and calculated variables. “Ah hah! I got it finally!”

“Wait seriously?? The answer is correct? What constant did you use? How many variables were there?” Miles bombarded you with questions while trying to get a look at your scribbles and eraser marks.

“Woah woah dude who said I was gonna give it to you?” You jokingly asked while snatching the paper away.

Miles gave you a sarcastic but a little defeated look. “You’re really gonna hold out on me like that? I thought we were studying together!”

“We are studying together, this is not me giving you the answers.”

“You really like making this hard for me don’t you?”

You smile at him, “I do my best.” You caved, picking up your pencil and moving toward his packet. “Here let me show you the equation.” Miles smiled and enjoyed the subtle invasion of his personal space as you leaned in to write on his paper.

You and Miles have become instant friends when you started at Visions. You two often shared higher level science classes, given you both wanted to pursue a science related career, and you were often partners together for labs. It wasn’t too long until you became close friends and eventually began developing hints of romantic feelings for each other. It was only a touch of these feelings for a time, but as time went on and as more labs were assigned and more homework and more tests and more papers these feelings grew for the both of you. You were totally his type, he often thought to himself. Smart, witty, funny, super kind and always willing to help someone out. You even liked the same music! Miles enjoyed spending his time with you; he only wished there was a way to spend it with you outside of school related stuff. He had flaked out on plans you made together because of Spiderman stuff and he honestly didn’t want to endanger you. It’s almost as if trouble follows him wherever he goes. A sudden loud crash on the outside of the left cafe window only cemented this idea. You jumped at the sound looking through the window to your left and across the street. Had a van driven into a building? All the people walking had stopped for a moment to take in the view of this van that had embedded itself into the bank's glass entrance. Oh god was anyone hurt? You felt Miles stand up. What’s he doing? You didn’t take your eyes off the building, it seemed as though the whole cafe was watching to see what would happen next. Suddenly there was a loud bang and a crack of light blurred your vision and you turned away to shield your eyes. Turning back you saw smoke beginning to pillow out of the bank's windows. “Oh my god…” you murmured, “they’re blowing up the vaults!”. You watched as civilians began clambering out of the broken windows. I have to go help! You stood up and ran out the door without a second thought. Running and dodging between honking cars you crouched to the closest individual who ran out. They were covered in soot and were coughing. “Hey! Are you alright, have you been burned?” They shook their head. “Let me help you out of the way.” Easing them to a location a few meters away from the building you then took out your phone and called 911. As you spoke you approached the burning building. If someone else was trapped inside they wouldn’t be able to make it out in time for the ambulance. Ignoring all self preservation screaming in your mind you entered the building. This is a bad idea, this is a bad idea, this is a TERRIBLE idea. You continued on.

Miles on the other hand had left the cafe the moment you noticed him stand up, his spidey sense already alerting him. He cursed at himself for not leaving the cafe the moment he felt something off. I left without saying anything to Y/N. I hope they aren’t mad, he thinks, What the hell Miles?? Keep your head in the game! Swinging onto the top of the cafe he glanced over the scene. Wait, is that Y/N? Are they going into the bank!? Shit! Not wasting another second he swung onto the scene.

The front room was painted in black soot and furniture burned from the embers of the explosion. The ceiling had a gaping hole in it revealing the second floor. Debris from the ceiling had already fallen before you entered and the second floor was soon to come down too. You helped civilians as they passed by and as you got deeper into the wreckage you heard a cry. Quickly turning you saw the producer of the cry. A small child had their leg trapped under fallen debris. “I’m coming to help you don’t worry!” You hopped over a few debris obstacles and landed on your knees next to the child. They cried and hoisted their arms in your direction. “Help!”

Lodging your hands under the fallen structure you lifted with all your might. The structure made a cracking sound and more debris rained down behind you. With the little extra space you created the child was able to scoot their way out. They clung to you, trembling. By now the fire had spread significantly, you were surrounded by black smoke by the time you got the child free. You tossed them into your arms in an effort to make a quick escape from the building but as you ran forward sudden debris had fallen over the exit. “We’re trapped!” The child cried. “No we’re not. I’ll find us a way out.” Head on a swivel you found the only open path. Deeper into the bank. You coughed, the smoke invading your lungs. You had to move quickly. You ran the only way you could. There had to be a back door right? A fire escape or something?? Entering deeper into the building you heard voices up ahead. Others trying to escape? You ran toward them only to stop dead in your tracks. Up ahead were men with gas masks and possibly fire proof clothing, large bags and guns. They planned to use the fire as a way to keep law enforcement out while they stole any of the money that wasn’t burned. You guessed. What do they plan to do if someone is still in the building to witness their crime? Loose ends. You gulped, fearing what their use of firearms was for. You turned to run instantly only to be stopped once again but this time by the end of the barrel of a gun. The child shrieked and buried their face into the crook of your neck. You shielded the child. The dark clouds of smoke mirrored your dark predictions. Was this where you died? You coughed again. “Please let us pass.” Your voice brittle. The grunt turned and looked to his peers. He was met with a sideways glance and the grunt cocked the gun and fired. The child screamed. You closed your eyes anticipating pain or shock but nothing came. Peeking an eye open you looked to find you were swinging through the air?? “Don’t worry! Your friendly neighborhood Spiderman’s got you!” Relief washed over you as Spiderman swung you and the child out through the roof of the building and then bringing you to the sidewalk in front of the cafe. Placing your feet on the ground you brought the child to their feet. “Thank you Spiderman!” The child yelled looking excitedly up at the hero. You wrapped the hero in a quick embrace, one too quick for him to reciprocate, then quickly pulled away, “Yes thank you.”. He stood for a moment eyes wide. Surprised maybe? Shocked? Oh god should I not have done that?, you thought to yourself suddenly panicked again. “O-of course! That’s my job! Uhh saving the day and all that.” He laughed sheepishly. “I should uh get back to that job now… ” He turned toward the pillowing smoke of the building and looked back, almost hesitantly? “bye”. “Bye” you waved. A little awestruck. That was terrifying! But also really cool? What am I thinking! That was terrifying, period! You shook your head attempting to clear your mind. Crouching down next to the child you asked “are you ok? No burns no scrapes?” The child gave you an excited thumbs up. “Nope!” Clearly seeing the hero cured them of their previous fear, “Spiderman was so cool!!”. You smiled, at least they won’t be traumatized I suppose. “Let's find your parents shall we?”

Not too long after that did law enforcement, firefighters and medical teams arrive. By then spidey had successfully captured the burglars in some webs, leaving them for law enforcement to handle. After delivering the child back to their parents was when you decided to help any of the injured people get to the medical crew. Spidey also helped, running in and out of the building to find the rest who still remained inside. It was when you watched him carry a man who had injured both his legs to an ambulance did you notice the large gash that ran diagonally down across the outside of his arm. You squinted at it realizing it was a graze wound from the bullet that he saved you and the child from. “Thank you Spiderman.” The man shook Spidey’s hand. Shooting a web to depart from the scene, Spiderman waved goodbye. Before you could say anything to him he was already bounding between buildings really to leave.

“Spiderman!” You called after him, catching his attention before he departed.

“Oh hey it's you.” He dropped down in front of you. “Are you ok? Did you need anything? Have you seen an emt yet?” He bombarded you with questions reminding you of a friend from earlier that day.

“Me? I’m fine thanks to you. And so is that little kid.” He scratched the back of his neck and chuckled.

“Like I said, it’s my job. But what you did…that was really dumb you know. Running into a smoking building like that.”

You smiled, embarrassed. “Yeah I guess so. I don’t know why I did it. I was worried if someone had gotten hurt and I didn’t want to just stand around and— ha well… it doesn’t matter. It was stupid you’re right.” You looked down, the concrete in the alley suddenly becoming oh so interesting.

“I didn’t say it wasn’t brave though.” You peeked an eye up at him. He made a gesture with his hands “Still dumb, but brave. Don’t do it again.” You two laughed lightly at his father like scolding.

You changed the subject, not being able to promise you wouldn’t put yourself in danger again to help someone else. “Did you see an emt? That gash on your arm is pretty bad. I think its from the bullet you saved me from.” His eyes widened and he quickly glanced over both of his arms.

“Huh, I didn’t even notice.” He shrugged and glanced over at the emts a few meters away, “I don’t want to busy the emts. The people who were injured need more attention than I do.” You let out a frustrated breath at his nonchalant attitude.

“Dude, that gash is gonna need to be stitched so deep.”

“I’ll be finnne.” He coos, “I’m Spiderman, I heal like super quick and stuff.”

“Clearly you don’t know anything about infection. And the scar that that gash will give you will be nasty.” Your face lit up as an idea crossed your mind. “What if I patch you up?”

He laughed, “You?”

“Yeah I’m on the medical track at my school, I had to do a suture for a cut deeper than that for my midterm. And I’ll have you know I got an A on that.” He eyed you, cocking a brow, evident by the way the eyes of his mask moved.

“Ok an A minus, but that’s besides the point.” You confessed.

He put his hands on his hips casually and laughed. “You’re funny, man.”

“Oh! and I owe you for saving my life. So there.” You smiled wider, happy you could make the hero laugh. “Come please? Let me do this for you. You’re always helping everyone out, all of New York, all the time! Let one of us help you for a change ok?”

Miles stared into your eyes, speechless. He was so touched. God why are you so nice Y/N? He thought. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Ok fine.” You fist bumped the air, cheering. “But only because you’re so nice.”

“Hey I’m just paying you back, I take no joy in repaying the savior of New York. Not one bit.” You both smiled.

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What you thought would be a one time, “hey thanks for saving my life” kinda favor turned into regular appearances from the Spiderman. He would knock on your dorm window, followed by a “hey uh so something happened.” Or a “I maybe have gotten a little bit hurt.” Or even “not to bother you or anything buuuut…”. First a funny little favor became a ritual for you two. It was strange to you why Spiderman would put so much trust into a stranger, but Miles, he savored every moment. He loved the intimacy that came from the moments you two shared while you patched him up. Did he feel just a tad bit guilty for basically lying to you about who he is as well as essentially listening to private conversations that aren’t really meant for him? Pfft… yeah, like a lot. The light conversation slowly became deeper and more vulnerable as time went on and frankly he couldn’t stop coming to see you, even if the injury wasn’t that severe.

You were seated behind him carefully taking the stitches out of his healed back while you conversed.

“This healed up well Spidey. Seems you listened to my directions.” You smiled, happy with the work you had done.

“Yeah I guess, don’t wanna upset my favorite doc.” He quipped. “It’s hella itchy though, have anything to make it a little more bearable?”

“Sure thing, stop squirming so much so I can remove the stitches faster and apply something to help you with that.” You fake scolded. Miles ducked his head. “Sorry.” He murmured, feeling guilty suddenly. It had been a while of you helping him out and his guilt was beginning to take over. He wanted to tell you his identity so badly, to tell you how thankful he was of you. How he loved your intimate conversations and your caring touches as you patched him up. But most of all he wanted to tell you how he felt, the real feelings he’s been harboring for so long now.

“Hey Y/N-“

“All done!” Miles was suddenly interrupted by your cheer.

“Great. I’m glad the wound healed up so nice.” You chirped as you resterilized your tools. “You’ve really helped me improve my suturing skills. My teachers have even taken notice.”

“Haha yeah sure but I wanted to ask you-“

“Patching you up actually reminds me a lot of my study sessions with my friend Miles.” He sputters at your comment. Dramatically making hand gestures.

“O-oh-oh haha that’s really funny— ha, imagine that.” His voice dipped low towards the end in an attempt to cover up his actual voice. “So uh, what do you think of this Miles?” He tried to ask causally.

You raised an eyebrow at his reaction, confused but you didn’t press him about it. “Miles? Well he’s great! Super funny and really smart. He’s such a great guy to be around but he’s changed since we first met.”

His face warms hearing you speak so fondly of him. “Changed? What’d you mean?”

You sighed, “We used to hang out and study together all the time but lately I feel like he’s been avoiding me. He leaves early on our study sessions, he gives me lame excuses for flaking out on plans and honestly I’ve just been seeing him less.” You sighed again, a little sad now. “I just think— I’d know maybe… maybe he doesn’t like me anymore—.”

“NO.” Miles’s voice sounds boldly into the room. Both his and your eyes widen at his sudden unfiltered reaction, he backtracks. “N-NO WAAAY, no way! I can’t believe he would do something like that! He’s crazy!” He’s sweating now.

“Right…” You answer, really confused now.

Fuck! That was so weird Miles! He berates himself mentally. There’s a pregnant pause before you declare you’ve finished removing the stitches. Getting up from behind him, you head to your desk where you begin sterilizing and putting away your tools. “It’s probably be best if you get going, it’s pretty late and its school night.” He hums something you figured to be a “yes” while zipping the top half of his suit back up. Heading over to your window preparing to open it he hesitates, looking over his shoulder to you. You see him do this, confused by his strange demeanor today you question him.

“Is everything alright? You seem… off.”

Miles pauses, debating on throwing his worries at you or just straight up leaving and never coming back. The concern on your face eating at him. Growing his guilt even more. I don’t deserve their worry or their care. And they don’t deserve to be lied to. He rubs the bridge of his nose through his mask. “Ouch.”

You raise an eyebrow. Miles takes one glove off and reaches under his mask touching the bridge then pulling his hand back out. Blood?

“Ok, now I really need you to tell me if you are alright.” You say, stepping closer to him. “Did you break your nose Spidey?” You are very close now, so much so Miles’ back begins to touch the cold window. He sucks in a breath, watching you with wide eyes. You reach out to touch his nose. Lightly tracing the bridge with your finger over his mask. “Hmm.” You barely notice the closeness, being so concentrated on diagnosing him through his mask.

Spidey grabs your wrist gently. “You can uh.. “ he gulps, “you can look at it if you’d like.” Your eyes shoot up to his widening in surprise slightly. “Well I mean— if-if you have the time that is. You said it yourself, it’s late and it’s a school night. For you! Definitely not for me, I totally don’t go to school. Wait, no. I do go to school. I’m a teen like you. I have to. I mean, just not at Visions… I mean— not your school, ya know? Ha ha.”

You roll your eyes playfully and step back, pulling him to the same places you sat moments ago. Only now he faced the opposite direction. He faced you. You gathered your things and plopped down in front of him. Setting the things to the side you look at him, face morphing into a thoughtful but concerned one. “i’m happy to help Spidey but are you sure you're ok with this?, are you sure you… you trust me enough?” You muttered the last bit, “i don’t have any malicious intent, you know that, i hope, but i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“I could never feel uncomfortable with you.” Miles answers a little too quickly, he back tracks “w-well i mean, i-“ he bites his tongue. Why is he like this with you? “I trust you. completely. you wouldn’t do any of this if you weren’t a good person and we’ve been doing this for a while.” he smiles at the last bit.

You smile too, hardly able to look at him. It felt so good to hear that. Not only because you felt the same but because it quelled your insecurities about being a bad friend born from Miles’ avoidance of you.

You look back up at him still smiling. “Before this gets too mushy, let your friendly neighborhood medic patch you up, again.” You chirp

Spidey chuckles, “sure thing doc.” You can hear his snarky expression through his voice. Though you tingled at the notion of finally being able to see, at least half, of that expression.

Miles stares at you, soaking in your smile. You stare back, cocking a brow. “Should I take it off or should you?”

Miles blushes hard, right my mask, “oh! Right! Sorry!” He fumbles with the bottom trying to get his gloved fingers under. Why is this so difficult all of sudden??

You gently grab his wrists, the same way he did to you earlier. “I got it.” You whisper, leaning in. You reach under his chin, fingers grazing his neck lightly. Miles’ skin lights up at the action. He swears you do it on purpose too, especially with the way you bite your lip in concentration. Slowly lifting the mask, you give him time to back out, revealing his face inch by inch. First his chin, lightly bruised but that’s to be expected. His lips, which he quickly wets before thinning out in a straight line, nervous probably, you assume. Then his nose, yup broken, swollen with a large bruise and a bloody scab. “It’s definitely broken pretty boy.” You muse turning to grab the damp and dry cotton swabs you prepared.

He smiles. Oh god, his smile. You swoon, suddenly very aware of how handsome Spidey really was. Does he really smile like that under the mask every time? God that’s so unfair, covering such a great smile— wait…. his smile seems really familiar.

Pretty boy… They called me pretty… They think I’m pretty? Miles is lost in a daze, heat coming to his face again while he relishes in the adjective.

You place the end of his mask just above the break so you can work on his nose. Scotching your knees against his you take a swab to his face and begin cleaning the bloodied cuts.

Miles is highly aware of how close to two are and it’s driving him crazy. Do you even understand what you're doing to him right now? His crush, going on a year now, is sitting not even centimeters from his face and is fifty percent away from revealing his secret identity! He takes in a long breath attempting to calm himself down. That doesn’t help since the smell of your perfume wafts into his nose. His whole body stiffens up. There’s no mask to hide your face Miles! Don’t be weird!

You’re quiet as you work which is highly unusual to Miles. Usually you take a moment to assess the damage and you happily converse while you work. He’s worried, is this too weird for you?

If it’s possible for his body to get anymore tense, it does when you place a palm on the side of his face to steady him? Was he really moving so much that you had to put your hand on him? No… maybe they just wanted to touch me… Miles can’t handle such information nor how close your face got when you did that, you speak before he can.

“This is probably a stupid request but… can I pull off your mask entirely?” You ask hesitantly. “It’s just, if I’m gonna do the rest.. I need to see more. W-well not see more of your face specifically, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, I mean see more of your nose… so I can work on it.” You stumble through your explanation, not even sure if you actually need more off or if you just wanted to see who he was. He was so familiar it was killing you. Who is this guy?

There’s a silent lull again. They need to know, I can’t hide myself from them anymore. Miles breathes out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and reaches for the rest of his mask. You watch silently.

“Just don’t be too disappointed, okay?” He half jokes, adding the last statement more quietly, “or mad.”

The mask comes off. An symbol so valued and loved or hated and feared suddenly forgotten. Revealing the person behind it all.

That hair, his eyes, the rest of his broken nose. Of course!

“Surprise?”

“Miles!?”

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