the bad guy doesn't get the girl//donatello rottmnt x reader; megamind au

chapter 13//＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚.

.·:*¨¨* y/n's pov *¨¨*:·. 

"he was always there for us." the sentence comes out of my mouth as i look into the camera, mournfully. this isn't an act for the camera, i legitimately cannot believe what's happened. 

the words seems strange in my mouth and i continue to talk solemnly. "dependable." part of why this was so unexpected. everything with neon leon was expected.

"perhaps we took him for granted." i say perhaps as, he was always admired, famed, praised. but, we never actually thanked him. we gave him a museum, but did we ever say, "hey, thanks for saving us, how are you doing with fighting for us and being in life-threatening situations everyday?"

yeah, there's a lot going through my mind right now. but, i need to bring myself back to the moment. newscasting.

"you know, maybe, we never really know how good we have it until it's gone." i never had a "non-work relationship" with neon leon. it was always through hero stuff.  

the media liked to play up our relationship, making it romantic. and maybe it was at times. but it wasn't a relationship in that way. but, at the same time, my heart mourns for him. a hero and a friend.

"we miss you, neon leon. i miss you." and i say this from the bottom of my heart as i grip the mic, just a little tighter.

one of the stages of grief is anger, something i feel on the regular. as i read my own written words off the screen, i feel that familiar fire burning in my stomach. "and I have just one question
for othello... are you happy now?"

"this is y/n l/n, reporting from a city without a hero." damn. new york is doomed.

"coming up next, are you ready to be a slave army? what you need to know." as i finish the segment, casey cuts off the recording, grinning like crazy. 

i watch casey flick the camera off, sliding it under his arm. he shakes his black, long hair gently and i brace myself for whatever he has to say now. "and... wrap that up and give it
to a child on christmas... 'cause we're done."

i suppose that wasn't that bad. "ok. see you tomorrow, casey." im very much ready to go home and to bed. best part of my day.

"wait. n/n, i'm having a party at my house. it's gonna be, Iike, off the hook, or whatever." casey says, the sentence i had been bracing for earlier. 

"you should come over. i got a deejay, rented a bouncy house, made a gallon of dip." i watch his excited expression and i feel horrible for refusing but, everything he just listed sounds awful. i'm also not into him, i'm aware that casey likes me. like a lot.

i watch him nod to his own words, happily continuing to talk. "it's gonna be sick." i wince and hold my arm, an apologetic look on my face.

'oh. i... i don't know, casey. i don't really feel Iike being around a bunch of people." an excuse, but a true one. it's been a rough few weeks.

"no, no, no, that's the best part." i raise an eyebrow at this, listening to what he has to say next. "it'll just be Iike you and me.'

oh, dear lord.

"wow. that... that's certainly very tempting, but..." i trail off, not totally sure how to get myself out of this one.

i stand there, like a deer in headlights, nervously as he goes on about this party. "i did hire a wedding photographer."

what?! i give a mild reaction compared to the confusion inside my head. i stare at him wide-eyed.

"that's just in case we were Iike, something crazy happened and we wanted a picture of it." again, oh my. casey has never been able to take the hint.

i tilt my head, ready for this interaction to be over. "like, maybe we should have this for, Iike, ever. like a memory, you know?"

i laugh nervously, and decline as nice as i can. "i'm gonna pass."

"i have some work here that I need to do, anyway." this is more of a half lie excuse. i do have work, but it's personal tasks.

"cool." i look up, seeing the disappointment on casey's face and i fell bad, but also relieved.  "so thursday? soft thursday?"

man, he's desperate. "good night, casey."

"that's a soft yes on thursday." he says, turning as i say nothing, getting on my way up the stairs. casey leaves for the van and as i walk away i can hear him muttering.

"what's wrong with me? rented a bouncy house? chicks don't Iike bouncy houses." he slams the door, throwing the equipment inside.

i turn to look at him, freaking out. "they Iike clowns." clowns? jeez.

he then hits the van, obviously hurting himself. "stupid van! you broke my finger!" oh my.

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i started writing, thinking it would be short, but i ended up writing more then usual!!! YIPPEE