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

chapter 28 //＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚.

sooo i've been thinking about starting a miles morales fic, which might be a little more faster then this fic. it wouldn't be based off a movie, just my own story. but it would mean that this story would get less updates, like maybe 1 or 2 a week and not 3 times a week. is this alright or should i stick to one fic at a time? 

PLEASE COMMENT YES (yes, i should make a miles fic) OR NO (no, only one fic at a time)!!!!!!

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.·:*¨¨* y/n's pov *¨¨*:·.

the park is beautiful this evening and my eyes scan the gorgeous cherry blossom trees. i glance over at donatello, who walks beside me.

i'm surprised to see that he's already looking over at me, donnie's mouth smirking every so subtly. i smile back, quickly looking away and back at the beautiful trees. 

donatello's black jacket brushes against me and i'm met with an electric feeling as his hand brushes against mine. 

i continue to walk, nervously through the park with him at my side. i feel as one of donnies hands dart, quickly catching one of the pink petals that has fallen from the tree.

"gotcha." he mutters and flicks the petal away. donatello's other hand, closes to be brushes against mine again. this time, his pinky moves and pulls at my hand.

i blush as donnie locks our fingers togethers, we're holding hands now. we continue to walk and i look everywhere but him.

i then realize that he's nervous too, donatello's tells being his lightly shaking hand and the way he looks away, biting at his lip.

i regain come confidence and i turn to donnie, speaking. "you don't get out much, do you?" i say gently and he laughs, looking a little surprised.

i watch as donatello shakes his head, looking around the park happily. he motions to a spot for us to sit down.

we do so, and donatello lays down next to me on a picnic blanket we've layed down. he places his hands behind his head and i let my eyes roll over donnie's form as he relaxes.

"i used to come here with my mother when I was a kid." i admit, softly. we still lay next to each other, looking at the sky. 

i can see donatello glance over at me, curiously. "it was one of my favourite things to do." i say, sounding nostalgic or content.

i look around the park and i frown gently. "now Iook at it. it's a dump." i say, but i rest my head back, closing my eyes gently. 

i can feel his eyes on me and i gently smile. donnie's hand reaches for mine again and his finger lightly rubs my hand. i know he's trying to show comfort in a way he knows how and i grin wider, blushing gently.

.·:*¨¨* donatello's pov *¨¨*:·.

after hearing y/n talk about her memories and the trash in the park, i rush to the new york city parks with mikey and our gear.

we spend the night cleaning up the messes othell- 

...i've caused. the trash and decay from when... the time when i was othello seems so long ago.

and it doesn't seem like me anymore.

"why are we cleaning up the city, sir?" mikey's voice breaks my thoughts yet again and i turn to him, grinning.

i know i've been way happier lately then usual. and i know why.

why i've been happier, why i've been unable to sleep, why i'm cleaning up the city? but i'd never admit it to michelangelo. 

so i make up an excuse. "well, we don't want to battle our new hero in a dump now, do we?" mikey nods, and i don't genuinely know if he believes me or not.

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AHHHHHHHHHH i love this smmmmmjnaz;fhjes;'.l,dm

lol yeah this is too cute