Evil Love - A Megamind X Reader Love Story

Blast From The Past

Megamind's Pov:

My heart was pounding as Y/n and I stood face to face.  The rage in their eyes changed to something else entirely, and the tension made it hard to think.  I hoped the bead of sweat now forming on the tip of my nose wouldn't drip into y/n's slightly open mouth, they were a mouth breather.  But the moment was over as quickly as it began, and before I knew it I was at the door.  These past few weeks time had felt like it sped up and slowed down without warning, but the sound of the doorbell was sobering, I knew we needed to get back to business.  From now on, everything would be normal again.

Then I opened the door

I was tall, but the figure standing outside my door towered over me, and at first I couldn't believe what I was seeing.  I guess I didn't even notice I was talking.

"Y-Y-You?"

Metroman smiled down at me warmly, but with a hint of sarcasm.  The smile brought back a flood of emotions and memories as those perfect lips opened up and started talking.

"Megamind," he said "good to see you back in the lair."

I was speechless.  I knew my blue cheeks were flushed pink because I could feel how hot my face was getting, metroman always did know how to get me hot.  He smiled, probably at how nervous I looked at his mere presence.

"Can I come in"

I still couldn't speak, so I moved aside to let him in.  My stress levels grew as I remembered that Y/n was in the kitchen, probably hearing everything going on.  I didn't want to embarass myself, and I didn't want to have to explain metroman and Y/n to each other, because that would be a long night.  

"The place looks exactly like I remember, you must-"

"Hey, um, Metroman?" I interrupted, "do you mind talking in my bedroom, there's some stuff going on with the heating out here, it won't be so cold in a smaller space."

I wasn't lying persay, it did get cold in the main lair, it was a big space, and I wouldn't be able to focus on the conversation until we had some privacy.  I could barely process what was happening as it was.

He smiled strangely at me.

"...Sure, makes no difference to me."

We made our way to the bedroom and I sat on the bed.  Metroman closed the door behind him.  

We both sat in silence for a moment.  Then Metroman spoke.

"I, um.  So i heard about what happened with Roxanne."

I guess I should have been expecting it, I hadn't seen metroman since before Roxanne... I couldn't even think it, but it took me totally by surprise. 

"I'm really sorry M.  I know how hard you must have taken it.  She meant a lot to you."

Hearing him call me M was like seeing a ghost, but honestly, it felt good.  I stood from the bed 

"She meant something to you too, Metroman."

He was still standing by the door, but he took a step closer.  

"M."

I had been avoiding his gaze, but now I looked into his steely eyes, I had looked into them a thousand times before and they felt warm, like home.  

I felt his hand on my shoulder, as he gently guided my wiry blue body into his strong arms.  I let a tear escape, and as I felt him hold me tighter, the emotions I had been bottling up burst out as I started to cry into his buff manly chest.  I regained my composure and pulled away.  We made our way back out to the front room.

"Thanks for coming by Metroman, it means a lot."

"Yeah, it was my pleasure.  Listen, I'm gonna be in town for while so if you ever need someone to talk to... call me."  He stared deeply at me.  I held out my blue hand and he took it in a firm and friendly handshake.  Our hands lingered longer than they should have.  I started to let go but Metroman held tighter and pulled me close to him.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes," I breathed, and our lips tangoed.  I savored the feeling of contact and passion, and then it was over, and Metroman was gone into the night.