RottmntxReader Oneshots

More Then Perfect 💜 🌧️/⛅️

This chapter is very long around 3,800 words but believe me I think it's amazing!

Donnie X GN! Reader

TW!!! Body dysphoria, self harm, eating disorder, mention of blood

Requested by @Midnightfires_1209

I hope you enjoy!

-_-_-_———-_-_-_-

You were in your bathroom just staring at yourself, probably for the hundredth time today. You were in a white tank top with black shorts, it revealed most of your body. your thighs, arms, collar bone, your stomach.

Your fingernails brushed against your arm slowly, as you stared at your almost fully healed cuts. They ran along both your arms, a few on your stomach. And a godly amount were on your thighs.

But it wasn't enough, not to you at least. You felt like you needed more of them just because of your looks. Like you weren't suffering enough pain, even though you really were.

A switch blade sat right atop of your sink, it was covered in blood. And It took every fiber of your being to not reach for that knife again.

You took in shaky breaths as you stared at your stomach. You felt so disgusting, so wrong so, ugly. You fucking hated it, nothing ever made you feel attractive. You just wanted to feel normal, but you didn't.

You couldn't take it, you hated even looking at yourself, your hand slowly started reaching for the switch blade. You grabbed it flicked it open, as your hand started shaking violently.

After 15 minutes you came out of the bathroom thighs sore, arms shaking, and your stomach grumbling. Fuck you were sooooo hungry you hadn't eaten in three days, maybe a damn granola bar but that was it.

You groaned while walking over to your cabinet and grabbing a mug, then walking over to the sink, and letting the water fall into your cup. You could eat tomorrow morning, yeah tomorrow that wasn't too long... Right? You could handle it, Right?

Taking a sip of water your mind started to drift off. Everything was fine until a certain thought came into your head. Donnie.

Oh god your best friend, the only person who made you feel some sort of happiness. The thought of him made your heart pound. Sure he could be cocky about his work or be sarcastic as hell, but that was just part of his charm.

He was so sweet, smart, brave, and not to be inappropriate but, incredibly hot. you chuckled at that last thought. But due to him being so perfect is why you never bothered to ask him out.

You didn't dare ask him that question, you weren't a fool. All you thought of is how someone as perfect as him could never like someone like you.

Oh, but what you didn't know his how head over heels he was for you. Everything you thought was disgusting about yourself, he thought was perfect. No. More then perfect.

Your laugh was music to his ears, your voice was so soothing. Your body looked like it was hand crafted by the fucking gods.

He loved how you always listened to him when ever he rambled. When he came up with a new invention, and invited everyone to see. When they all got bored, and left. you were the only one still standing there listening to every word he had to say.