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Tired. // Donnie 💿

Donnie feels a bit under the weather, so his partner (y/n) tries to help him out! (Very very VERY self-indulgent!) Partially inspired by the image above; if you know the original artist please lmk in the comments and I'll make sure to give proper credit!

-[Donnie x Reader//warning; ANGST <3]-
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You could tell your boyfriend was getting more stressed by the day. Donnie hated talking about what was bothering him, so he usually avoided the topic entirely until someone confronted him or he shut down entirely. He'd locked himself in his lab, according to Leo's text. Of course he'd waited until you left to go shopping with April to break down, he never wanted you to see him cry. You quietly cursed yourself for not noticing his plan before. He'd said his goodbye to you quicker than usual, giving you a peck on the cheek and sending you on your way. April perks up on her side of the table immediately when she notices your concerned expression.

     "Hey- what's goin' on? You look worried." She says, looking a bit worried herself.

     "Donnie locked himself in his lab again." You reply.

     "Oh! You wanna head back? I'm done shopping if you are." She says, immediately understanding the situation. You nod. The two of you quickly finish your lunch. April grabs your hand, leading you through the crowd and out of the food court. You both hop in April's car and start the short drive home.

NeonLeon: he won't let any of us in. do you know what's going on???

(Y/N): kinda. it's not my place to say though. just know he's okay. we're on the way to the lair now.

NeonLeon: ok! cya then :)

You were actually trying to convince yourself that Donnie was okay, despite not knowing what was going on at the lair. You actually had no idea if he was alright.

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You and April arrive at the lair. You practically sprint to Donnie's lab, knocking on his mechanical door frantically and calling his name. He hadn't answered any of your texts or returned your calls. Your anxiety had completely taken over at this point, making you imagine the worst possible things that could have happened.

"(Y/n)?" Donnie says quietly. "I-Is that you?"

You didn't realize you were holding your breath until you exhaled.

"Yeah. Are you okay?" You ask nervously.

"No." He replies, making your heart drop to your stomach. "Can you come in here? Please?"

His tone worries you. You hear a slight "click" and slip inside the lab, closing the door behind you. You squint, trying to get your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. You can just barely see Donnie curled up on one side of his couch. He's snuggled up with his favorite plushie, a giant shark that he'd affectionately named Chompy. You won it for him on a carnival date, and it's been his comfort item ever since.

"I thought you went out with April. What are you even doing here?" He asks, dejected. You slowly walk towards him. He grabs his plushie tighter than before and chokes up as he speaks. "Don't- Please don't come any closer. I don't want you to see-" He tries his hardest to hold back a sob, ultimately failing to do so.

     "Hey, Donnie- What's going on? You don't have to tell me, I just want you to be okay." You say, trying to make your voice as soft as possible. Your words seem to only make him more emotional. Donnie cries softly into his plushie, making sure to hide his face from you. "Is it okay if I sit next to you?" You whisper, hearing a weak "mhm" from him in response. You take a seat on the other side of the couch, leaving ample room between the two of you. A couple minutes pass before he takes a deep, yet shaky breath.