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

chapter 38//＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

this story is so much simpler than the miles one, because i have a script to write around but at the same time, it makes it a little boring.

also, i might have bought the 2012 tmnt series, all 5 seasons, on dvd from walmart today.

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.·:*¨¨* don's pov *¨¨*:·.

"to... being normal." i say, with a grin. this moment is perfect. y/n's perfect, the restaurant is perfect, it's-

it's too good to be true. for a second, my mind shifts to othello. to who i actually am. i glance down at my hands, fiddling with the sleeves of my sweater.

i watch as y/n smiles at me and i can't help but grin as i ask a question. "y/n?" she was already looking at me with those eyes but i watch her expression light up at the sound of her name.

"yes?" y/n replies and i bite the inside of my mouth before shooting her a lopsided smile. "say I wasn't so normal." i start off, tilting my head slightly.

y/n's curious expression makes me smile despite how i feel on the inside. "let's say i was a reptile and had the complexion of, of a popular secondary color, as a random, nonspecific example."

y/n nods along, looking a little lost but still, she legitimately thinks about it. "would you still enjoy my company?" i ask and i watch as she nods, smiling.

"of course!" y/n says, and she leans forwards in her chair to talk. i adore how excited she gets about things she's passionate to talk about.

i'm inwardly wondering how the future will play out. can i fake this forever? will i tell her? she says she doesn't mind, from her answer to the question.

y/n continues to talk, and i watch her with a smile. "you don't judge a book by it's cover
or a person from the outside."

"that's a relief to hear." i chuckle nervously, relaxing back in my seat. but her next words stun me. "you judge them based on their actions."

i'm quick to recover though and i make a face, smiling as i lean into the table. "well, that seems kind of petty, don't you think?" i say and make a face. 

y/n simply laughs, moving in herself. the laughing dies down quickly and y/n smiles wider at me, her eyes softening. it's a sweet moment and i'm trying to find things to say.

anything to fill the silence as we smile at each other. but, then i see y/n leaning forwards and out of her seat.

is she- i- i find myself, doing the same. i slide a little up, to meet y/n across the table. her eyes are on my lips, which tells me all i need to know.

in this moment, a ton of thoughts flow through my head. 

first, i've never kissed anyone, what am i even doing? has she? how do i kiss her?

second, holy shit, i'm going to kiss y/n. if you told me that 6 months ago, i wouldn't have believed you.

third, i need to stop thinking and just kiss the girl.

then, i come back to the moment, we're moving closer. i'm not sure how to tilt my head, but she shifts hers to the left, tilting her head up.

so, i shift to my left, moving my head down. i feel my locs move to frame my face and our lips touch.

y/n tastes sweet and i've never felt anything like this. i can feel her hand hold mine and move to my wrist.

i don't even think about the consequences of this, until y/n is pulling away and opening her eyes. her expression turns from being content to totally disgusted.

i'm shocked and confused until i glance down at my hands. i yelp and glance up at y/n, she's backed up into her chair.

my green skin betrays me and i look around the restaurant, seeing the horror on everyones face. i reach down to the cuff on my wrist, trying to get it back to normal.

i flick between the different disguises and people i've scanned. but, i can tell the damage is done and i feel embarrassed, oddly enough.

"you." y/n mutters, looking angry and terrified and hurt, all at the same time. it's too much for me to handle and i continue to try and get the illusion back up.

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enjoy!!!