My Protector In Purple (donnie x reader)

ch.2 We hangout

Hey guys, just wanted to say that this story (in general) will be very mature, there will be drug use, self-harm, suicidal thoughts (at some points), and possibly lemon/smut depending on what you guys think, also strong language. I know some of you don't like the idea of the smut/lemon, but if you do, the characters will be of age already I won't have anything with minors just because some people don't like stories like that and I understand, also there's a possibility of sexual assault in this story as well, I will put TW above stories with that stuff since I know things are sensitive to people

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TW: DRUG USE, SELF HARM

(Y/N) POV:

I woke up with the most painful headache ever. I ran to the bathroom puking this morning from how dizzy and sick I felt. Thankfully I had leftover painkillers from my wisdom teeth removal surgery so I weakly reached for the medicine cabinet and pulled out my leftover Vicodin, I never threw away left over prescriptions just in case I needed them, I used the cup in the bathroom and filled in up with sink water before popping the painkiller in my mouth and swallowing.

"Ugh" I said after swallowing hard. "I fucking hate pills" I said, irritated that I felt like complete shit. I looked in the mirror and noticed the giant bruise in the middle my face and I growled in annoyance "You're kidding" I said to myself before running my fingers over the bruise. I slowly walked out of the bathroom and into my kitchen, making myself coffee.  I waited for it to brew and I turned on the TV for background noise.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at the time 11:18am it read. 'Shit at least its not my day to work' I thought to myself, since if I did have work I would be super late. Everything that happened last night just kept replying in my head, especially getting beat up by three men. I was annoyed, I wasn't weak. Actually, I was fairly strong and fit since I would go to the gym a lot.

Maybe if they didn't gain up on me like a bunch of pussies, I could've taken the scrawny stick boy anyway on a 1v1. I sighed, getting myself all worked up and irritated about something that couldn't be changed anymore, besides, they got their asses kicked regardless so I got some pleasure out of it.

Thinking of last night reminded me to text Donnie 'Shit' I thought, he might be worried since I'm pretty sure I told him I would text him in the morning and its almost noon. I sent him a text, almost immediately getting a text back.

MESSAGES:

(Y/N): Hey Donnie, im all good, feeling a lot better  

Donnie: Oh good! Im glad, so most likely you just have a severe concussion.

(Y/N): Yeah, probably.

I set my phone down and grabbed the coffee as the coffee machine beeped at me that it was ready, I poured it into a mug and added some creamer and drank it and walked into my living room, deciding that I should work out since I have nothing else to do, plus I can't lay in bed all day and I wasn't gonna go to the gym looking all beat up.

I laid out my yoga mat and started doing my ab workouts, I had formed abs but not a full on six pack, like I said--im fit, but Im not ripped. I did more workouts for a while, feeling all sweating and hot, I drank more of my coffee. Even though I should've been drinking water instead, but oh well. My phone buzzed and I picked it up and smiled. Donnie.

MESSAGES:

Donnie: So, do you wanna maybe hangout today?