Purple means I love you (Donnie x [demi-girl] Reader)

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I slip my hands away from his and step back. I draw a breath and release it. "Time -"

Rule one of time travel: tell no one.

"Yes?" He continued as he put his goggles back on. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. Just a gust of air. I close it and think carefully about my next words.

I sigh and shake my head. "My... brother had fallen in love. From what Draxum said, that isn't a good thing nor a bad thing." I gaze at the floor. "But which one is it?"

I look back up at him. "What if it's bad? What if I do or I am in love? I confess, then I forget training, or I discard my powers?" I watched his reaction. His gaze softened as he looked from the floor into my eyes.

"But what if it isn't?" I follow up. "I confess... and I do better than him. Then what?" I was drawn between the two.

I think of the future me. She's married. Married to the very turtle before me. They aren't gone. Nothing has happened. But Draxum said that over the years, energy gets withdrawn. Is it painful? Would she know? Do they age slower compared to the others?

"Say that it's good." Donnie snaps me from my zone and draws me back to reality. "Say that it's good and you do confess. Would you be happy?"

Images of future Donnie and me flash and take his place. They look happy. We look happy.

"Yeah..." I say lightly with a smile. "But say that it's bad. Would you still be happy?" My eyes widen. It was just me and my brother. No one else. If I fail, who will my energy flow to?

"I... don't know." He nods. "Then what do you know?" My smile falters. "There were two of us. The first one failed. What if I do too? What happens with my energy?" I look at my open hands, then close them tight. "When does it go? Where do I go?"

I rub my elbow and shrink into myself. "This is stupid." His head tilts at my laughter. "I know I'm a bother. I don't want to bother you. Seriously. It's all just... it's a lot."

I groan and squat down with my hands around my head. 'I need to tell him. You need to tell him.' But I couldn't. I... can't.

I hear a fabric shuffle and a light thumb in front of me. I peer through my hands. Donnie sits cross-legged, elbow on his knee, face in his hand.

I tilt my head to the side as I lift it out of its cave. He tilts his head the same way and then smiles. "I think you've exerted yourself enough today."

Boom. I give in. I know now. I'm not confused. Don't think I ever was. I lose my breath when I see him, my heart speeds up just by hearing his voice, and my skin tingles when we're close.

I nod slowly trying to ignore my face reddening. He stands up and dusts himself off. I sit there staring at him. He notices and shows a smile again.

His hand swings down to me. I eye it and look at my own. I place it in his and allow him to help me. Help... maybe it's okay. From him it's okay.

He pulls me up and I stand in front of him. The space between us is thin. My breathing hitches and my eyes wander around his face. His eyes do the same and his face changes colour.

"Cough cough... I, Uhm, I think you should get your stuff." I jump and look behind me. My bag still lays on the glossy floor near the ropes.

I begin to walk only to be held back by a sudden tug. I look at my hand. It was still connected to the soft shell before me.

My eyes scale his arm and look at his face. He covered it with his other arm and pulled the hood down to cover his eyes. "Uhh... Donnie?" His grip tightened around mine.

"There was something else I wanted to talk about as well..." He mumbled. All of a sudden, I had a boost of confidence.

I step closer so that our hands loosen up from each other. "And... that is?" I lean down slightly and look at him past his hand and hood. Well, his eyes at least.

He pulled the hood lower and turned his head away. "I-I wish to... I want to... I j-just," a sigh leaves him and his grip leaves the fabric cover and he covers the bottom half of his face with his hand.

I move closer. "Words, Donnie. You're a man of science. Use them." I chuckle and run my thumb up and down the back of his hand.

He seems to relax and melt into my touch and words slither out like butter. "Look, I like being around you. You're intelligent and funny. I like when you're happy."

My heart flutters with each word. It might have been blown up into oblivion 6.4 minutes ago, but it sure as hell wasn't now.

"Go on." Slips off my tongue as I step even closer. The space between us was nearly nothing. "I like your... face." His words were almost slurred together.

He chuckles and moves his hand away from his face. "If I told you that I... you know... care about you... would you laugh?" My smile grows slightly and my eyes flicker.

"If you did," I look to the ground and then back at him. "Just know that whatever you feeling is mutual." His eyes light up and I think he stopped breathing.

I brush it off and swallow the lump in my throat. "And, theoretically, if you did tell me..." the gap between us disappeared into thin air. "I'd still laugh at your stupid face."

I fix our hands so that they intertwine. He has three fingers, I have five. His hand is a bit bigger than mine, but that's okay. It feels okay. Maybe... maybe this is okay.

"Is... this okay?" His other hand meets mine and copies our other ones. I look down at them and feel my smile fade slightly. It comes back to the feeling of his hands squeezing tighter.

I look back up at him slowly while planning what I was going to say. I had to be careful with my decision.

I glance at his shoulder hooks for his battle shell. 'But, what if...' I close my eyes shut and pinch my brows together.

"Donnie..." My grip loosened around his. He hummed in concern. I look up at him. My eyes looking into his. "I think..."

"I think I can love... I think I can love you."

Word count: 1146
A/n: you better bet your sweet ass that I was contemplating not doing this. But I felt nice. And you better bet that I loved every excruciating word in this chapter. Thank you and goodbye.