Of Men and Mutants (Rottmnt Donnie x reader🍋)

Pt 27

*Third-Person POV bc ✨I'm in me mum's cah VroOm vROoM✨*

You finally get to your window, overthinking why you called him handsome. You began overthinking a lot as you opened the window, successfully getting out of the rain.

"That was so stupid of me! He's literally so ugly! Why'd I give him that brooch?! I'm so idiotic! I didn't even get a good look at him! All I could tell was that his pasty-pale, bitch-ass was in those stupid boxers and I immediately looked away! I saw him for a fraction of a second! What the fuck?!" You mentally criticized, trying not to focus on the hoodie that had been draped over your shoulders.

"Why the fuck did he give me this stupid hoodie? Ugh! What the hell!" You exclaimed, realizing that protocol 1227 hadn't been activated since you were away. You grimaced at the thought of your family hearing you.

"Yo! You're back already, Ostrich Man? And who gave you what, now?" You hear your older brother ask as he came to the door. He reached for the doorknob as you tripped on your own feet, throwing your backpack into the closet and locking it as you fell.

"Phew- Thank me for my awesome balancing skills." You say, using "me" instead of "god" simply for comedic purposes... and because you're a little godly piece of shi-

"Hey- you alright? I heard you..." Your brother paused, seeing you having fallen backwards onto the floor, hoodie in hand. He tilted his head, squatting to get a better look as you quickly grabbed the hoodie, holding it to your chest defensively.

"What do you need? To torment me? Blame me for breaking something? Get me to fix something you broke? Steal my stuff because you think calling dibs counts as the law? Eat my food and gloat that I wasn't here to stop you? Chat about your "definitely real" girlfriend?" You ask sarcastically, rolling your eyes as he quickly yanked the hoodie from your hands, thankfully not noticing any forming bruises on your arms or face. You stood, rushing towards the bathroom to shower and avoid any questions.

"Y/n, you need to do the dishes." Your mother informed as you nodded, giving a thumbs up as you rushed into the bathroom.

"Y/n has a boyfriend!" Your older brother exclaimed, thinking he hit the nail on the head.

"She what?!" Your older sister shouts, soon followed by your mother.

"Y/n, is this true?!"

"No way! Is he ugly?!" Finally, your little brother asked the real question. You turn on the shower, grabbing a towel from the cupboard and locking the door. You didn't need to look in the mirror to know the deep shade of crimson on your face.

"Can't they shut up?! I just need some quiet! That's it!" You soon feel the water cascading down your back, trailing down your body. You adjust the temperature to be more to your liking, trying to use the running water to block out your family.

After you showered, you pulled back your hair, wrapping another towel around your body as you walk quickly towards your room. You hear your family still conversing over the prior endeavor. As you make it into your room, you hurriedly shut the door, rushing to get dressed.

"He's not my boyfriend! I barely know him!... Well, I know him pretty well and I think he knows me better than my family, but I'm not interested in him like that! He's a dorky, heroic, goody two-shoes, pissy, drawn-on eyebrow having, MegaMind lookalike! I would never like someone like him! He thinks he's better than me, makes everything into a competition, doesn't know how to accept things that aren't normal for him... I might act similarly, but I hate myself too!" You mentally judge, pulling on baggy clothes.

"Don't tell me you guys are still talking about the hoodie and it's possible owner." You tell your family as you walk out, towel in hand.

"Are you dating the guy who gave it to you?" Your older brother asked, a scowl on his face.

"No."

"I don't believe you." He responded quickly, seeming genuinely annoyed by this whole situation.

"Y/n. You're grounded. I didn't even think of dating anyone at your age, and when I was your age, I was sixteen." You hear your older sister's tone, lacking the common sense required to actually do the math.

"First off, I'm fifteen. There's no way you could be my age and not my age at the same time. That's just basic math and common sense. Second off, you haven't the ability, like a parent, to rescind my privileges." You say holding your matter-of-fact tone. You see your mother walk back in from the kitchen, shaking her head.

"Do you like the boy?" She asks, causing you to physically lift your hands and wave them in a defensive and dramatic gesture.

"No! Nonono. No. No. Of course not! He's ugly as hell- I mean, a symmetrical face is commonly found attractive, but he's still kinda ugly. Don't get me started on his nerdy voice! He sounds like a robot, and not in a cool way! Like, he sounds so annoying! And his eyebrows are ridiculous! Oh, and his stupid forehead makes him look like MegaMind. Would you like me to comment on his stupid personality?" You ramble as your mother nodded along to each thing you listed.

"She just has a crush. She's not grounded.-" Your mother decided as she walked to your older brother, taking the hoodie from him. "- And make sure you give this back to him. Spray some perfume on it or something. It's how I got your father hooked."

"I- wait. What?" You asked, eyes wide with confusion as your mom gives you the hoodie back and leaves without another word. You slowly back out of the room, hearing your little brother's late response to your rant.

"So he is ugly." You hear your little brother chime in a gleeful voice as you close the door. The feeling of the fabric in your hands was nice, especially now that it'd dried off. You suddenly had an idea. Was it weird? Sí. Would you probably be found creepy for it? Also... Sí. Would anyone know about it? Probably not.

"Alright, let's put a hoodie on a pillow because I'm lonely." You think to yourself proudly, soon feeling unbelievably relieved that you hadn't said it out loud. As you stuffed the hoodie with a nice, thick pillow, you lay in bed, hugging it.

"It's just... A nice hoodie..."

(Word count: 1110)