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

chapter 35//＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

it's been a crazy week y'all and i'm tryna hype myself up to keep writing this ngl. i've come too far to stop so don't worry, i'll finish it. alsooo if the first sentences start to look familiar, i'm using the last sentence of the previous chapter to get me started.

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.·:*¨¨* y/n's pov *¨¨*:·.

"you are Iucky to have such a great hero here." puck says and my eyes widen and i chew my lip, so unsure of what is happening.

before i can respond though, i'm picked up yet again by this hero. calling him a hero seems wrong, although i wasn't actually in love with neon leon, he still was a friend. 

and i knew him well enough to know that a hero doesn't do this. hero's don't throw around people, dropping them off a building to catch them.

puck starts speaking again. "don't you ever..." he's interrupted by my loud screams, in his ear this time which seems to do the trick.

but, my shrieks startle the man and i'm just as quickly dropped. i start falling, and i think maybe this time i will actually meet my doom.

"oh, no! somebody do something!" puck cries out and i grasp at the air, terrified. "oh, right, right, duh." i spot him flying closer and for the first time, i'm happy he's catching me.

puck catches me and my heart races. "i gotcha. i gotcha." he says and against my personal wishes, i hold onto him tightly, too scared to fall.

"that was a close one." puck says and i have the sudden need to punch him in the face. no, duh it was a close one, i almost died.

i'm too deathly frightened to speak or move "you almost died, but I saved you." he states and i look around only to be met with a skyscraper approaching closely.

"building!" i yell out, bracing for impact. but he quickly swerves. i gasp, as my heart starts racing again. "gotcha! i'm sorry." he says.

i get the feeling that he was genuinely sorry and i give him a weak smile. puck just continues to grin. i almost feel slightly comfortable before he starts to speak again.

"what were you saying?" i glance at him, raising an eyebrow, i didn't even say anything. "i couldn't hear you over the sound of me saving your Iife." jesus, this guy has an ego.

puck continues to whirl me around in the sky and i feel like i'm going to be sick. i squeeze him with my nails to make him listen.

i scream straight into his ear, holding on tight. "put me down! right now!" puck's eyes grow wide and he nods, flying me back to my apartment.

"okay, all right. aII right, hold on." he says. but... we aren't going back to my apartment. we're flying up, and he sets me down on the top of the smallest, highest skyscraper.

i instantly feel sick again and i glance down at the ground, nervously. i lean back, closing my eyes and trying to remember any trick to not get sick from heights.

my eyes tear up and there's no way i'm getting out of this alive. "are you crazy?" i yell, the tears can be heard in my voice.

"i suppose i'm a, i'm a Iittle crazy, about you." oh, dear lord. i rub my head, tears falling in shock. how- this wannabe hero is kidnapping me and almost killing me because he likes me???

i rub my eyes and glance up at him, terrified. "who are you, really?" i ask. "oh, right. well, prepare to have your mind blown, Iittle Iady." puck says and i grimace. how could this situation get any worse.

"ta-da." he says, as puck pulls off his mask. i'm stunned when i see who it really is. "casey?" i say, in disbelief.

casey nods, grinning. "yeah. isn't this great?" he says and i'm still so confused. "now there's nothing keeping us apart." he says.

that's what this is all about? i almost died 50 times because he wanted to be like neon leon? leo wasn't even my lover, he was a friend.

"no. it's not great." i say, shaking my head. i push away more tears, holding on tightly to the building.
casey just smiles, shaking his head. "wow. our first fight." and i'm so stunned by his behaviour. "this is so us. we're Iike an old married couple."

i shake my head again, leaning my head in to make. my point as i yell over the whipping wind. "look, there is no "us," okay? there will never be an "us.""

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