#Donnie Darko Drabble

[coryosbaby]

more nasty stoner!donnie darko smut pretty please

18+, MDNI !!

Blazing up was just an excuse to get you in Donnie’s room, sweat slick from the summer heat, your tank top barely covering your breasts and your tiny shorts leaving little to the imagination.

You’re sitting on top of the boy’s thighs, face buried into the musky scent of his neck. Cologne and sweat, salty skin. You breathe it in and lave your tongue over his jugular. His hands trail up and down your back, sensations of sparks and outer space curling up his arm. He’s never felt that before.

“You and Seth aren’t a thing, right?”

He says it casually, to mask the suspicion in his bones from seeing you talking to him today. You pull away to look at him with furrowed brows.

“No. Why would you think that?”

He shrugs, bottom lip poking out. He’s pouting.

“I don’t. Just saw you talking to him.”

“He was just being nice,” you reply. “At least, I think. He asked me out and I said no.”

Donnie sighs. His head tilts back against the headboard while his hands squeeze the soft flesh of your hips.

“You aren’t.. you aren’t jealous, are you?”

“No,” he replies. But honestly the mary jane is kicking in and now he can’t bring himself to question you any further. Instead, he focuses on the smell of your vanilla perfume, and the way you’re warm between your legs.

It doesn’t take that long for you to start getting needy. Hips gliding against his pajama pants, eyes red rimmed and watery. Donnie hardens within seconds.

“How bad do you want it?” He asks. You drop your chin onto his shoulder, cunt catching on navy blue fabric. You sigh.

“So bad, Don.”

“I wanna do it while you’re on your back,” he reaches over to light up a familiar skunk smelling substance, inhaling and then passing it to you. “Not like last time. I’m gonna fuck you for real.”

“Fuck you for real” is actually code word for “I want to see your face when I cum inside you because I’m so in love that no one else does it for me.” But Donnie doesn’t say that, doesn’t even admit it to himself. Just licks his lips at the sight of you pressing the joint to your lips and clouding his vision.

You crawl off of him, popping the button on your jeans and shoving them past your thighs, pink lacey underwear coming into view as you lay down on the mattress. Donnie holds the joint in his mouth as he crawls over you and peels off his pajama pants. He teasingly snaps the band of your underwear.

“These are cute.”

“Fuck you, Donnie.”

An amused smirk plays on his lips as he spreads your legs. The wet patch on your panties makes him drool. He passes the joint to his left hand.

“I’m gonna eat you out first.”

You clench, empty. Your face blazes with heat.

“Are you sure?” You ask. You’ve never done that before. Donnie looks at you like you’re stupid.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You bite your lower lip, and after a moment’s hesitation, your fingers hook into your panties and slide them off. You throw them in a useless heap behind Donnie, spreading your legs even wider. The way he looks down at your cunt has you throbbing.

His hands splay across your thighs. He takes one last hit of the joint and sets it on his nightstand before his lips press against your inner thigh. Smoke still billows from his mouth.

“You sure you don’t like him?”

You roll your eyes at the mention of Seth again, but not before they’re fluttering shut when his tongue makes contact with your dripping core.

“Yeah, I’m sure. He’s a fucking prick, why would I—“

He licks a long stripe up your entrance, swirling around your aching bud before spitting back down on you. It’s disgusting, vulgar. You let out a whine, words becoming meaningless on your tongue.

“I don’t want you around him,” Donnie says. He’s teasing you, pulling away to conversate while your slick pools on his taste buds. “You’re never gonna talk to that prick again.”

“Okay,” It’s all you can say, breathy and desperate, hips moving towards his mouth. “Fuck, Donnie, please.”

“You taste so good,” he continues. Presses a kiss to your clit, makes you shake. “Little pussy’s so fucking pretty.”

He goes a little crazy, then. Just full on grabs you up by your ankles so your legs are over his shoulders, lower back lifted, and shoves his tongue deep into your hole. Your knees cage around his head, a gasp leaving your lips as he holds you close against his mouth.

You whine, listening to the sound of him slurping up your arousal, all spit slick with his dick hanging heavy between his legs. You don’t know if he’s ever done this before, but he’s pretty fucking good at it in a really messy, desperate way. He groans against you when your fingers curl into his hair, gently tugging.

Donnie’s cock is practically on fire from how horny he is. Humping against the empty air is all he can do, balanced on his knees as he eats you like a man starved. He can’t help it if his length finds its way into his hand and he jerks it to sustain himself, can’t help forcing cum out of you so he can get his fill.

“Jesus fuck,” you cry out when he massages your inner walls with his tongue, thumb coming up to rub circles over your swollen, achy clit. It’s embarrassing how quickly your orgasm is approaching, no matter how many weeks it’s been since your last sexual encounter. “Donnie.. wanna cum. Wanna get fucked, Donnie, can’t…”

He pulls his mouth away. Eyes glazed over, chin wet with slick. He’s so attractive that it has your head spinning.

“Be a good girl,” he coos. “C’mon, give it to me.”

Your vision practically whites out. Your body seizes up against his thumb, running away or running towards the sensations, you aren’t sure. When you come down, your best friend is grinning like a madman and laying you flat on the mattress.

When he fucks you, he fucks you hard and deep. You’ve grown to like it that way, despite ever thinking you would. It feels so good that while he’s balls deep, rubbing up against your clit and sucking on your neck to leave a mark— that fucker Seth will never be able to do this, will he?— you murmur out the words before you can stop yourself.

“Love it, Don, love you… cumming—i’m cumming, fuck..”

And you know then and there, as the truth falls from your lips, that you’ve probably fucked up this friendship forever. But the grin on Donnie’s face as you utter the words tells you all you need to know.

[sxeraphfic]

Sub bottom Donnie Darko HCs ? :0

TW/NSFW - SUB DONNIE DARKO HCS 

thank you for the ask!

I've decided to put this into different sections: general submissive hcs first, sub bottom hcs and the other section will be sub top! Read whatever one you prefer ♥️ 

 GENERAL SUBMISSIVE HCS 

Donnie isn't a bratty submissive, I can imagine him being VERY well behaved when it comes to you.

Occasionally he’ll make some offhanded snarky comment, but you know he's only doing it for a reaction. He shuts his mouth as quickly as he opens it. 

Donnie is extremely praise motivated, he thrives off of being told when he's doing things well, when he's being a good boy, how he good he feels etc

Likes to be cuddled/pet/pampered

As for degradation it depends on the day, sometimes he kind of gets off on the fact that he's inherently a little weird and outcast-y 

But if you start practically verbally abusing him it may secretly scare him a little, he likes to be humiliated, not verbally assaulted.

Speaking of that, yes he has a humiliation kink, call him needy or pathetic and it'll drive him insane. 

Also messing around with him in public despite his outward annoyance will turn him the fuck on and probably give him a hard on, hence the humiliation kink.  

He enjoys it when you put your fingers in his mouth 

I can't lie bro has some beautiful doe eyes you bet he's gonna be giving you that. Look. he has (ifykyk) 

Probs has a secret mommy kink that you’ll have to fight to get out of him

As for physical harm he isn't a hardcore masochist or even close,  but he can enjoy a light slap, pinching, biting..maybe even some light crotch stepping.

but if you start beating the shit out of him he's not going to find it sexy at all, keep the violence tolerable! 

I said this before in the general but he has some weird kinks 

Although i don't think body worship is weird at all he takes it to a different level 

if you leave any of your clothing near him and you so happen to forget it he may smell it and jack off with it later 

doesnt mind a little choking

Hey, I said what I said. You gotta remember he's a bit of a freak.  

Absolutely a headgiver, he loves feeling you control his pace

SUB BOTTOM DONNIE HCS 

I think initially Donnie would take some time before admitting that he wants to bottom, assuming you're in a relationship w him around that time period it's important to note acceptance of that kind of thing was very limited

However since he trusts you he’ll eventually confide in you.  

Donnie wouldn't want you to be extra rough with him, well maybe sometimes he wouldn't mind if he was really in the mood. But he prefers normal paced fucking.

If you happen to be more fem presenting i think he would get off on the contrast of someone feminine railing him. Not necessary ofc but just a note 

That being said, if you are more masculine presenting he's gonna find that sexy too. Hes soooo bisexual i know his repressed ass will be screaming if he's getting touched by another masculine person 

Stroke his dick while you fuck him he wants it sooo bad 

I think he’d be most comfortable w/ doggy style and spooning

SUB TOP DONNIE HCS 

Def into cockwarming, in the sense that he's not allowed to move but is forced to feel the pressure of his dick inside of you for however long you decide to keep him like that.  

Controlled orgasm. Need I say less? He likes you to tell him when he's allowed to cum when fucking you

Edging is apart of that too, he likes when hes just about to cum and then you tell him to stop fucking you

NEEDS PERMISSION for everything 

Thigh fucking as a treat since he looooves your thighs

he likes it if you praise or degrade him as he fucks you

let him go a lil crazy with you every once and awhile as a treat

Thank you for reading!

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[st-uupidboy]

anyways here's a request for you so you can procrastinate your own fic, donnie darko smut READER'S BIRTHDAY headcanons or drabble idc it's my birthday in like...... two days.....

- 🐕 (yea I'm gonna use this again, comfort zone and all that)

YIPPIEEEE

Also your birthday is soon so ill have it out b4 then trust 😛

I still cant believe your older than me this is cray cray

[grimsneverendingfuneral]

Your Remus and Barty (heard their ship name is Moonkiller) fic really did something to me like my stomach went a bit like FWOOP. Are you planning on writing more of that pairing? Maybe Rosekiller?

aint no way this fic is actually getting traction.....im so very pleased

it was genuinely a spur of the moment thing like i was high off my rocker on dank on my couch with donnie darko playing in the background at 4am, cracked my knuckles and whipped it out like someone was holding a gun to my head but i thoroughly enjoyed it!!! especially writing Barty cause he's just....um....well he was a bit of a self insert ngl... but ya anyway i just saw the vision so clearly in my head i just had to. i dont even rlly ship Remus and Barty but just that specific scene really got me all excited cause it was basically me writing every night that i spent with drug dealers on the mountain parking lot watching the city smokin in my late adolescence lol

idk if i'll ever have the time to write a fuckin rosekiller fic but maybe a oneshot? i'd be so down. i just always have shit goin on in the real world that i barely have time to write for myself but if i get to make ppl kick their feet n giggle while readin my shit i might try to chuck out a few more drabbles yeah

[bitingthehandthatfeedsyouu]

my next fanfic i publish is gonna be a donnie darko one just saying

if not the big one, just a short drabble because aouavahabvdbs

[hesperantha]

Teardrop: Chemistry

⊳Pairing: Yoongi x reader ⊳Rating: 18+ ⊳Genre: slice of college life ⊳Word count: 1.4k  ⊳Warnings: cursing, implied sexual content     ⊳Summary: a long time ago in a classroom far, far away ⊳A/N: Thank you so much to @itsallabouthedetails for beta reading (blowing smoke up my ass) yet another drabble about these idiots.

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This class was a huge mistake.

Your brain hurts and you’re only halfway through the first lecture. You signed up for an intro class hoping to round out your schedule with something useful, but the scribbles on the board are all Greek to you.

Actually, Greek would be easier. At least you’d be able to puzzle out a few things by having a passing knowledge of word roots.

Octopus. Octopodes. Oc-TOP-o-deeeeees. Oc top o’ deez nuts.

Fuck it.

The professor is hot, too, which isn’t helping. She has short hair and bright red lipstick and you can tell just by looking at her that she smells amazing. Maybe you can do really well in this class and be her TA next time and get to sniff her up close. Not in a pervy way, you tell yourself. Just in an incidental way while you’re working together, grading papers and giving pointers to the poor, hapless freshmen.

(Maybe in a pervy way.)

Maybe in a “yes, Professor, grind your boot into my back while you sit on a stack of textbooks and I bury my face in your cunt” way. Maybe in a “bet you sound good screaming my name” way. Maybe in a “you can do me on the periodic table” way.

Your mind might be drifting, but at least you’re conscious. That’s more than you can say for the guy sitting in front of you. He’s slumped over his desk, bleached hair flopped over his folded hands. You reach out to give him a nudge.

He startles and looks back at you, blinking slowly.

“Wake up,” you whisper.

“No.”

“Whaddya mean ‘no’? You can’t sleep through the first class! You might miss something important!”

He scowls at you. “No.”

The professor pauses her lecture and looks up, directly at you. She’s even hotter when she glowers and both the guy and you slouch lower in your seats as if it will shield you from the embarrassment of being called out. “Sorry,” you say. “Just dropped my pen.”

She returns to her lecture and you return to the conversation at hand, if it can be called a conversation. 

“Look,” you whisper. “I’m just trying to help.”

“No one asked you to help,” he whispers back. “I was minding my own business. Just let me be.”

He turns around and shifts in his seat for a while, apparently trying to get comfortable again, then looks back at you.

“My desk is cold now,” he grumbles. “I had a nice, cozy spot all warmed up, and now it’s cold.”

The next time you see him is at a party. Your roommate insisted it would be good to meet people in other dorms, and dragged you over to the quad, put a cup of beer in your hand and then vanished.

You finished it, then went to look for the bathroom. Instead, you found yourself on the second floor, at the end of the hall and around the corner, standing in the doorway. The deep thump of a bassline pulled you in, and now you’re a hair’s breadth from accidentally inviting yourself to a much cooler party than the one you were supposed to be at.

The room is a small double, bunks stacked against one wall, two desks side by side against the other. It isn’t decorated at all except for a Donnie Darko poster, and is packed full of people shouting to be heard over the music.

The guy from Chemistry is sitting on the top bunk. He meets your eye and gives you a nod, then glances back at his phone. He’s gotten his ears pierced since class a few days ago, or maybe stretched. His earlobes stick out of the bottom of a black beanie and they look mad as hell.

He pulls off the beanie and runs a hand through his hair. He’s changed it since you saw him in class and it’s now a washed-out reddish-orange, and weirdly choppy as if he trimmed it himself without the aid of a mirror. Possibly without scissors, either.

As far as self-reinventions go, you wouldn’t call his a raging success.

(Then again, you spent your first semester creating a persona so separate from your high-school self that you’re practically ready to go by a new name, so maybe you should withhold judgment.)

You must have been staring because he looks over at you. His eyebrows knit together for a moment as if he’s trying to place you, then smooth out again.

Someone else turns to close the door and you have to make a choice: in or out.

In.

You step in and immediately regret it, feeling self-conscious and sweaty and uncool. None of the other faces in the room are familiar, and the guy from Chemistry doesn’t seem too thrilled to have you there either.

Still, you climb up to the top bunk and sit next to him since you know everyone else even less.

“Hi,” you say tentatively. “Chemistry, remember?”

He nods. “I remember.”

“Whose room is this?” you ask.

“Mine.”

Someone has a guitar out now, strumming it in time but not in key with the music on the speakers.

There’s nothing to talk about except class, so you try to make it casual. “Our professor’s hot, isn’t she?”

One side of his mouth lifts in half a smile. It’s the most you’ve gotten from him so far, and you want to see if you can make the other half lift as well. Even the little hint of a smile you see now changes his whole look.

“Yeah,” you continue, “I read the course reviews and I think there was some crusty old dude teaching last year who was a really easy grader. So now I’m both scared and horny.”

He squints at you.

You’re ready with the punchline, as weak as it is. “And you know what they say: scared is the best way to be horny.”

“Who says that?” he asks, completely deadpan.

“Me, mostly,” you answer with a grin. “Your ears look like they hurt.”

“You know what they say: pain is beauty.”

“Who says that?” you ask.

“Dumbasses like me.” He finally smiles, not at anything you’ve said, but at himself. “God I wish they’d leave.”

“Isn’t it your party?”

“No. It’s my room, but it is not my party. It’s my asshole roommate’s party.”

“Which one is he?”

“The douchebag with the guitar.”

“My condolences,” you say, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

“How’d you get invited, anyway? Do you know him?” he asks curiously.

“I didn’t. I just kind of wandered in. I was looking for the bathroom, actually.”

“I can show you where it is,” he says, sliding his phone into the pocket of his jeans.

“No,” you say. “No, please. You don’t need to do that.”

He looks at you balefully. “If you don’t give me an excuse to leave, I will strangle him with the strings on that guitar.”

You lead the way, climbing awkwardly off the bed and weaving through the crush of people, all shouting and laughing. Something stops you. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“No. I’m planning my escape.” He pauses to grab a hoodie off the foot of the bed, patting its pockets to make sure he has keys before putting it on. “This way,” he says, shoving you out the door and into the hallway.

The bathroom is just around the corner. You give an awkward half-wave before you go in, expecting you won’t see him again until class, if he even shows up for it.

Maybe, you think while you wash your hands, maybe you should go back to the other party and try to find your roommate. You try to talk yourself into it, but know that what you’re actually going to do is take the side exit and walk back to your own dorm.

You don’t expect to find him leaning against the wall when you leave the bathroom, but there he is, hands jammed in his pockets and a studied smirk on his face. “What do you want to do now?” he asks.

“I dunno,” you say, “but you’re coming with me.”

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[thepointoftheneedle]

Fall-ing

So, I accidentally wrote a drabble when I wasn't paying attention. I apologise to all you autumn lovers out there, it's not my thing and it's inescapable! Anyway I wrote this at lunchtime to get it out of my system! I thought it might distract from...well...you know.

She was running late for her nine thirty lecture. There wasn’t time to wait in line behind the flurry of girls ordering their pumpkin spice lattes so she’d have to forgo her iced tea today. She scoffed quietly at all those fall aesthetic girls, wearing knitted scarves and gloves even though the weather was still perfectly temperate. Every year they took the first tumbling leaf as their cue to light their cinnamon apple scented candles, pull on chunky knits and start squealing about things being ‘cosy.’ It was decidedly not her vibe.

“Oh screw you,” Betty muttered under her breath as a girl with amber curls escaping her rust coloured beret threw an armful of leaves in the air, staring at them as they fell, with a degree of enchanted wonderment that suggested that gravity was an unfamiliar concept to her. As Betty strode by, the girl yelled, “God, way to ruin the shot. Thanks a lot,” and Betty realised that her boyfriend had been capturing the moment on a phone as she had walked between them. The pink case suggested it was her phone so Betty sang a few bars of “White Woman’s Instagram” and kept right on walking. She heard the girl’s yelp of protest behind her followed by the boyfriend’s rumbling laughter.

She threw herself into a seat at the back of the lecture hall and took out her laptop. The image that appeared when she fired it up was a beach scene, turquoise water, palm trees, in the foreground a fuchsia coloured cocktail with a paper umbrella. She gazed at it and wished she could transport herself through the screen to that eternal summer. She hated the sense of time slipping through her fingers that came every fall, change and decay, wet leaves rotting in stinking piles, rain, every day a little shorter than the one before, every night a little longer, endings and fog and the steamed windows of overheated rooms.

Someone dropped into the seat next to her. She removed her arm from the rest and checked that she wasn’t taking up too much space. Soon there was another laptop next to hers, on the screen she glimpsed a snow scene, pine forests and white capped mountains. She was aware of his leather jacket creaking as he fidgeted, his long legs sticking out into the aisle. She risked a glance at him and blushed when she realised it was the boyfriend. She’d been pretty rude. She steeled herself and made her apology.

“Hey, sorry about before. I think I got out of bed the wrong side. Not a big fan of the season. Could you apologise to your girlfriend for me?” she said, shooting for contrite but not feeling that she quite nailed it.

“Oh, not my girlfriend, just a friend.” He smiled at her and glanced at her screen. “What was it Henry James said? Summer afternoon - the two most beautiful words in the English language.”

“I thought that was cellar door, “ she smiled.

“Hey, if anyone’s going to be quoting Donnie Darko here it ought to be me not you, my sweet summer child,” he laughed. Hot and funny, he was exactly her aesthetic.

“Well I guess you’re happy since winter is clearly coming,” she replied smartly with a wave at his snowy screen, glancing over at him to see if her matching GOT reference had landed. She found herself tumbling into fathomless eyes from which she was powerless to look away, blue green like a summer ocean. The world seemed to retreat as he moved towards her, his eyes flicking down to her lips, but then the lecture hall door slammed and the professor dumped his bag and papers on the front desk with a crash. She dragged her attention to her keyboard even though she could barely process anything that was being said, ignoring the long sigh from the next seat.

The prof was clearly keen to outdo all the pumpkin patch girls. In his russet coloured sweater and his burnt umber corduroy pants he looked like a gingerbread man. “So everyone, welcome to the romantic poets. On this gorgeous late September morning I thought we should begin with Keats, specifically with the Ode to Autumn.”

“Oh for Chrissakes,” she muttered. There was a snort of barely stifled laughter from the next seat.

Somehow she got through the lecture with its oozing cyder presses and rosy hued stubble-plains. Finally at the end of the hour, she prepared herself to leave, with some relief.

“Good note. You don’t want to forget that,” a deep voice murmured beside her and she looked at her screen in confusion.

“Keats, poet, pumpkin spiced bullshit,” was all she had written.

He grinned. “Look I know it’s not really our thing but do you wanna go crunch through some leaves and collect pinecones? See if we’re missing out on anything?”

Somehow, when he put it like that, it actually sounded like a lot of fun. She nodded and found that she had a smile on her face as wide as a jack o’ lantern.

[ahsxual]

✨THANK YOU SO MUCH✨

✨ 12/03 - 22/03 ✨

I still can't believe that I got the chance to have 400 wonderful human beings following me. If anyone told me that I would receive so many support, likes and comments about my fanfics, I would laugh at their faces for saying such thing... But the truth is that really happened, all thanks to you guys. With this blog, I met so many good and nice people, and I wouldn't change that for anything in this world. I already tagged several times all the people who mean so much to me in their own way, and I want to thank them and all of my followers once again, because it seems like it's never enough.

For this special occasion, I want to make something for you. I know that a lot of people already made something similar, but the truth is that I can't think of anything else to do to celebrate, so I hope this will be enough! I'm opening requests for all this characters bellow:

Arthur Fleck

L!Joker

Patrick Verona

Jake Gyllenhaal, Detective Loki, Donnie Darko

Evan's Characters from AHS: Tate, Kyle, Jimmy, Mr. March, Rory, Kai

Peter/Pietro Maximoff

La Casa de Papel: Berlin, El Professor, Tokio, Nairobi, Denver, Rio

It's important to say that I'll be only doing:

✨: Ships between the person who requested and one of Evan's characters (give me a short description of yourself)

💘: Headcanons for all the mentioned characters (choose a theme)

🌹: Personalized Drabbles (you can tell me your name and describe yourself, while choosing one character and a prompt)

🦄: My opinion on a random subject about a random character

🤫: Ask me anything you want (I'll decide later if I will answer it or not, but the probability is high)

💭: Share your thoughts with me (basically I want you guys to tell me something that has been bothering you, so I can somehow help you with some reassuring words. This is only meant to help and make you feel better, kind of like a friendly "therapy session")

¬ I will write: Smut, Fluff & Angst

[coryosbaby]

18+, MDNI !!

Intimate touches with Donnie Darko <3 starting out as innocent handholding, thighs touching, leaning your head on his shoulder during movies, but soon turning into something else entirely different. His fingers digging into the pudge of your hips as you bounce up and down on him, eyes watery and red, the remnants of a joint sitting inside the ashtray on Donnie’s bedside table. Your thighs pressed snug against him as he’s buried to the hilt. His lips against your neck, laving warm kisses over the already kiss bitten skin. His voice, low in your ear.

“You look so pretty riding me like this,” a hand wrapping around the locks of your hair, slightly tugging. “Are you sure this isn’t your first time?”

Tears streaming, a mewl into the smoke filled air.

“Mhm,” and then, “fuck me harder, Donnie, please.”

His feet bracing, pulling you close to his chest, slamming repeatedly against your sopping cunt as you quiver around his girthy length. Slick dripping down your thighs, along with a load of Donnie’s sticky cum that he had fucked into you long before this. You bury your nose into his neck, drooling as he pounds you relentlessly. The boy notices, letting out a tiny giggle as you lay pliant on top of him.

“Does it feel good?” He teases. He moves his big hands to your ass, spreading your cheeks apart so he can move deeper inside you. You try to roll your eyes out of annoyance, but all it is is a sign of your own arousal.

“S-Shut up, Don.”

A hum. A harder thrust, and a harsh smack to your cheek. You yelp, brows furrowing as your lips turn into a pout.

“What was that?” Donnie says snarkily, thumb reaching down to rub your clit in tight circles. “Couldn’t hear you.”

Your best friend is such a dick.

You whine, gushing around him, orgasm drawing near. You can’t hold it much longer— not when he’s talking to you like this, touching you like this. Your head tilts back and you give into him with a cry of your name.

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[sxeraphfic]

what are your nsfw hcs for donnie? 🤭

TW/NSFW - DONNIE DARKO HCS

Thank you for the ask dear! 

And anyone else who's reading this, if you happen to take a liking to one of my hcs and want me to write a fic/drabble on it just send it in the ask box <3 

A/N: these hcs are general nsfw hcs.. If anyone's interested in cough dead dove and darker nsfw hcs.. My asks are ready for that question :9

Donnie is a socially awkward young man who attempts to hide it through sarcasm and long intellectual rants, the truth is he's never been exactly.. Popular in either the friends or relationship department. That being said, his fantasies usually involve intimacy. In other words, he's totally a horny guy and def has frequent dirty thoughts. And anyone who's watched the deleted scene between him and his therapist would see that.  

What are my personal hc’s for him?  

I think donnie is most likely into some more obscure and weird kinks/interests while simultaneously being kind of vanilla. 

He’d be happy to try anything out really as long as it isn't causing you overt harm that's long lasting.  

He’s probably gentle and shy about sex at first with you, but as time goes on he’ll get more and more into rougher sex   

he enjoys cumming on your face, stomach, thighs and inside you, obviously.

Rough sex with him wouldn't be super crazy bondage or anything but he's definitely into slight smacking/spanking and manhandling. If you're shorter than him it's probably a guarantee he secretly gets off on it or even occasionally admits it to you during it.  

He’s probably read a lot of playboy-esque magazines and has seen images involving tied/cuffed hands, if he's feeling brave he'd be happy to go either way with doing it. 

I can imagine him being into nipple/breast play as well, tbh whether you have a flat chest or A cups or DD cups he's gonna feel them up. He enjoys biting, licking and sucking them too.   

tummy kisses

def loves to give hickies/love bites aswell, specifically on your neck and thighs. He likes if you give them too.

Donnie’s favourite body parts would include; stomach, thighs, neck and chest.   

Donnie's favourite positions may include; doggy style, spooning, missionary, breeding/flatiron and standing.  

I think he would enjoy grinding and dry humping ALOT, he's a bit of a freak and enjoys the forced lack of stimulation from it if he's grinding or dry humping against you. Seeing you use him for pleasure through grinding drives him absolutely crazy, I think it's one of the few examples where a little bit of a soft dom side of him comes out. especially if you're needy during it.    

Thigh fucking? Thigh fucking. Your thighs are not safe.    

Finger sucking as well, both ways.

He's def at least a teeny bit into mommy dom stuff lets be real. Call him a good boy, edge him and control what he's allowed to do, he likes it.  

Def a head giver, sure he likes to receive. But the thought of getting in between your thighs and feeling them crush his face or feeling you push him away makes his cheeks flush and his pants tighten.  

Normal donnie? Cat boy. During sex donnie? A total puppy boy.

That being said Donnie is kind of a sexual chameleon, he can go from soft dom behaviour to being honestly kind of subby in seconds.  

He has a slight humiliation kink, which ties into his more subby side. If you make fun of him or tease him during sex it'll just make his dick 100x more hard.  

Don't forget to praise him though, the poor thing has hardly been complimented or praised throughout his life so he’ll appreciate it and fantasise about you doing it.

Donnie likes it if you act desperate or needy, or if you plead for him.

He's definitely going to ramp up the teasing aswell during it, he likes to humiliate you just as much as you do to him.

Donnie enjoys casual clothing during sex if that makes sense, don't get him wrong he finds lingerie beautiful. But something about seeing his partner in nothing but a t-shirt and panties or topless with just pyjama pants on gets him reeeeal hot.  

Donnie may partake in “risky” sex, he gets a high off of doing inappropriate things semi-publically and enjoys the idea of almost getting caught. Eg; in changerooms, bathrooms, cinemas etc.   

Donnie is vocal during sex, he grunts and huffs and mumbles from how good it feels.

Donnie is not a dirty talker, and he doesn't use pet names super often either. But he might let a tiny bit of dirty talk slip out if he's getting really into it.   

Remember at the start when I said he could be into some “more obscure stuff” ? well here's a FEW possibilities, stockings, choking (towards him), dacryphilia (tears), edging, lowkey feet too i'm sorry guys. There's some more stuff but that might have to be for a dead dove hc list LOL.

That's it for now! Maybe ill do a part two for general nsfw hcs for him one day but i've run out of ideas. I hope you all enjoyed <3

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[artemiseamoon]

A Thousand Times

Detective Loki x Black F reader*

* anyone can read it

⚠️Angst, some violence (a shitty guy gets what he deserves) fluff

Note: I’m losing my shit over that specific gif set (one of the images below). So l’m officially starting my writing for him with this drabble. More will come (f reader general & black f reader) but for now, I offer this. Yes, I’m being chaotic and typing this straight into the app. Madness.

Detective Loki was a mysterious man. Brooding. Intense. Quiet in a loud sort of way.

He frequented the bar you worked at. Often calming his sorrows and shadows with a glass or two of whiskey.

You were drawn to him. Often coming up with storylines about his life and his tattoos in your mind. He was unlike any man, or detective you’ve ever seen.

Your interactions were always simple, short. Then, one day, a customer decided to push your boundries all night. You got him kicked out, but upon leaving you found him outstde, waiting.

Before you can grab your mace, he grabs you. He’s quickly pulled off by someone in all black. It’s not until the attacker is thrown into the wall do you see the face of your savior; Detective Loki.

From that night on, he made it a habit to walk you home, even though you told him he didn’t have to.

Your walks started out as silent, awkward. Soon small talk led to smooth conversation and sometimes you even got him to smile or laugh.

It was the start of what would become one of the most life changing relationships of your life.

That was two years ago.

Even now, as you stand in the doorway watching as your husband and son share a sweet moment on the couch, your heart swells with love.

You would say yes a thousand times, as long as it would lead you right here.

...

I’ve loved Jake since Donnie Darko days and I’m surprised it took this long to write for him.

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Hi bb 💖 Your blog is amazing. It always makes my day a little better 😭 Can you tell us if you’re working on any requests rn?

Hi, babyyy!! Thank you so much, this makes me so happy! 💖💖💖

So, my drabbles are full of ready/almost ready stuff, but I won't post it all at once, I save it for the weekends, cause I believe it's when people have more time to enjoy it, you know? Also, since the semester started today on college, and it's the busiest one ever, I'm not sure if I'll be able to write very soon... but I'll tell you what I have here:

The next chapter of you flower, you feast (that I'll hopefully post today)

A really fluff/kinda poetic smut with Jake, it's kinda weird, don't know how to feel about it yet

A ddlg concept with Jake

Cockwarming with Jake

My first Billy Hope smut

Phone sex with Jake

And I'm currently writing a Donnie Darko thing too...

Can't wait for you to read these ❤

[geminimoonbeamx]

Warmth

A/N: So I’m binge watching Big Little Lies- again, and I wish I had Bucky to curl up with me. I’m so lonely. I’d make him hot chocolate and play with his hair. Ugh. Needs. A Drabble to fill my empty soul.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: None, except for cursing! as always, and enough fluff to make me gag. SFW

Summary: Bucky loves to touch, and you’re all too willing.

After so many years of abuse, of coldness and clinical treatment, Bucky revels in the intimate bond the two of you share.

And not just the physical intimacy- even though he loves that too. Really fucken’ loves it, no it’s more then that. It’s the fact that he thinks he could spend every waking moment with you for the rest of his life that wouldn’t be enough- and he feels like some kinda’ love sick sap even dwelling thoughts like that. But that’s exactly what this is, isn’t it? Love. The kind that he was pretty sure hadn’t felt, ever. Even with his broken memory, the puzzle of his mind that he was still working on, he knew that no one had made him…fit the way you did. Except maybe Steve.

Steve who beamed, like a proud father, every time he saw the two of you together. Steve who you dragged along, scoffing every time he even mentioned being “Bucky’s eternal third wheel”.

“You know I love you, Stevie. If anything you’re a third party in this relationship, not a wheel” You protest, which makes Bucky love you even more. When you finally, slyly, make Steve and Natasha recognize their shared feelings, most of the time it’s a foursome.

“I always did like things kinky” You wink in a way that makes him grin, he keeps his internal swooning at bay.

And yes, he did like being with you out in public, with your friends(friends, Bucky. You’d insisted. We’re your friends, your family), liked the way that you were an ever present, reassuring force. Your soft touch always on him. A reassuring hand on his back, your fingers intertwined. He’d never been one for PDA, even back before…everything, but he needs to feel you. He doesn’t mind Tony’s teasing about high school age-esque groping.

But he loves when it’s just the two of you, in your shared room, at the compound. He loves the space you’ve created; candles and fuzzy blankets. The framed picture of the both of you on the desk. It’s home. You’re home.

You two have your rituals, your intimate activities that you only partook in together. Like reading. That was one of his favorites. You’d pick a book, usually a series and take turns reading to each other. He’d lay on your pillow like bosom and you’d rest the book on the top of his head, something that made you both laugh. So far you’d gone through the Harry Potter series(you’d insisted they be the first. That he’d love them- and he of course did. He was head over heels for the world of Hogwarts and the adventures of the boy wizard by the end of the first book), then you’d read all five Game of Throne’s books. Bucky liked them, he really did. Even if he did think George R. R Martin was an incestuous, demented bastard. Then, you’d gone classic. Read the greats. Alice in Wonderland, Odyssey- you make him read most of The Great Gatsby to you because there’s something in the way that his melodic voice and those words- he laughs a few times in between pages. Telling you stories, ones that he could remember, about his Ma’ and the great depression. You read a hand full more in between, you guys were making your way through the Lord of The Rings Series.

He loves that you’re so eager not only to show him all of the movies and shows that he’s missed, but that you want him to show you movies that he’d loved from his time. It was an eclectic mix of Casa Blanca, The Fast&The Furious franchise(which you regret because it had made his driving even more erratic). He likes Grease and Donnie Darko, and Star Wars…and loves Nicholas Sparks even though he tells you to keep it between the two of you after the guys catch him near tears watching A Walk To Remember(Thor had sat down and finished the movie with you both, tears running from his eye) You were now completely obsessed with Gone With the Wind.

The TV shows though…that was you guy’s vices. Addicts, you’d made him an addict. He’d eaten up the Sopranos, and the two of you had frequent binge sessions. Had literally clung to each other throughout the entirety of Stranger Things. Had wild and deep conversations about Ancient Aliens and Planet Earth.

Oh, your boy was such a nerd. You loved watching him use all of the tools that the 21st century had to offer him.

He needed this- this wind down time. He needed to peel his clothes off, peel the shroud of darkness off, and crawl into the soft bed and under the covers with you.

He loves when you demand he takes off his shirt so that you can rub that coco butter over the scar that runs along the edge of his arm…the arm that wasn’t human. Your touch is so tender as you treat the marred flesh. There’s so much love in the rubbing.

“You need to keep it hydrated, baby” you coo in his ear, pressing hot wet kisses at the nape of his neck.

He likes sitting between your thick thighs, securely. His back pressed into your chest as you watch the widescreen that’s mounted on the wall.

Big Little Lies- a favorite of you both plays as you tangle your fingers in his hair. You love his hair, you repeat it like a prayer. You know one day there’s a good chance he might cut it, so you make sure to make the most of the time you have with it. Washing it for him, brushing it. Massaging his scalp. You put intricate little braids in, only to detangle them softly.

Sam choked and then busted out laughing when you’d given him corn rows.

Bucky lives for the times where you’ll let him lay your body out across his thighs. At first it had been such a big deal for you, you revealing yourself to him. To let his large, hot palms massage out the kinks in your back- to run over the rolls and valleys of your body. He could do this for hours, has done it. Massaged you into a pile of goo. Had you moaning and slurring and going in and out of sleep.

Touching, and being touched. Kindly, warmly- filled with so much love and respect is something that he’s craved. For decades, and you’re more then glad to give it to him.

Reblog if all you need is cuddly Bucky in your life😩💛

[ex-mercenary-archive-blog]

1. Coffee or tea?  Where’s the hot chocolate option Amber smdh

2. What was the first video game you’ve ever played (or that got you into gaming)?  It was either Sonic the Hedgehog 2 on the SEGA Megadrive or Pokemon Yellow on the decrepit brick Gameboy. My Megadrive is on its last legs, but still goin pretty strong today.

3. Do you have any ocs? If so, what’s your favorite part of making original characters?  I have two, but I don’t really get much chances to talk about em unfortunately. My favourite thing about creating them is, well.... getting creative with the shit they can do. Letting my mind run wild. Rukias, or just Ruki, who was once just your average human, eventually became my own sleazy drunken version of a cambion demon who can shapeshift and reshape his bones and viscera into weapons for various purposes. I enjoy tinkering around with the unusual.

4. Is there anything you do to help yourself get in character when writing?  Music, most of all. I have a playlist for when I settle down to write Guts, and it is mostly made of fantasy-like music that fits with his time period and mood. Sometimes I’ll drabble random shit that will never see the light of day, kind of like how an artist might start with a warm up sketch or something. I also like to smoke and light a candle -- nice smells help my focus.

5. What’s your favorite animal?  Dogs for life! Close runner ups are foxes, African wild dogs, snakes and prairie dogs.

6. If you could choose any job from the Final Fantasy series, which would you choose to be?  Prolly either Thief or Dragoon. The first is more likely, the latter is wish fulfilment lmao

7. What’s your favorite Pokemon?  Dude that’s like asking what’s my fave kind of dog. No way I can pick just one, so here’s a handful of my faves -- Florges, Cofagrigus, Manectric, Houndoom, Reuniclus and Goodra. 

8. Do you collect anything? (I like this question so I’m nickin it) I collect statues of my favourite characters exclusively. Among those I have are way too many Gutses, the Beast of Darkness, Sora and Roxas from KH, Sonic, Xenomorphs, the Predator, Kenshiro from HNK, Ed and Roy from FMA, Ignis from FFXV....... list goes on.

9. Do you have other artistic hobbies beside writing?  I used to be really into painting garage kits and made a pretty alright profit from it. I also enjoyed drawing but the spirit in me for these things has kind of died out the older I’ve got. I still draw stuff from time to time but I have not finished anything in years so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

10. What’s your favorite movie?  Oh shit that’s a hard one..... I never get tired of Wreck-It Ralph. That was a love letter of a movie to me, man. Hit me with that sequel! Donnie Darko is a close tie.

11. What’s your opinion on puns?  It is a love/hate relationship lmao I wanna smack myself and others when one gets made

Rules: Answer the questions you’re given, write 11 of your own and tag 11 people.

(1.) Is there anything you dislike about the character(s) you play? (2.) What’s a weird or wonderful habit of yours? (3.) Do you collect anything? (4.) What’s a general pet peeve in life? (5.) What’s your job, or a job you hope to have? (6.) Do you have anything in common with your character(s)? (7.) What’s your opinion on this hellsite? (8.) Do you like to get deeply involved in your fandoms (inside or outside of RP) or do you prefer to stick to the sidelines and do your own thing? (9.) Played any new video games recently? (10.) What’s your favourite animal? (11.) What’s a subject in RP you’d like to see played more often?

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[buckyswinterchildren]

A Perfect Encounter - Part 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader AU!

Summary: sometimes, being at the wrong place at the right time means that your life can change.  

A/N: “I´ll tell you my name if you can find me again” is my prompt to celebrate that @just-some-drabbles has hit 4k followers. Congratulations! I have already written to you toooo many times to tell you about your awesome work and writing skills, so you deserve them and more :) 

Tags: @supersoldierslover @barnesandnoble13 @amrita31199

(Credits to the owner of the gif)

“I come back from work now, and the house is filled with strangers that Tyler has accepted. All of them working. The whole first floor turns into a kitchen and a soap factory. The bathroom is never empty.” 

Your cellphone buzzing interrupts your reading. “Fuck,” you tell yourself as you take it out from your coat pocket, “I forgot to put in in silent mood.” After you check the notification (a message from your friend Natasha telling you that she won´t be able to meet you at the bar,) you silence the cell phone and keep it back in your pocket.

You do not get angry with Natasha; on the contrary, you just answer: “it is ok, Nat. See you on Monday then!” and you take advantage of the fact that you can be here at the park reading until whatever-hour-you-want.

“Teams of men disappear for a few days and come home with red rubber bags of thin, watery fat.”

“One night, Tyler comes upstairs to find me...”

“Great,” you think as you see with your peripheral vision that a man sits in the same banch that you are. You came to this park so you can be in peace, not to be surrounded by anyone, it does not matter if the person next to you right now is a complete stranger. 

You try to keep reading “...hiding in my room and says, ´Don´t bother them. They all know...” Now this man´s phone starts to ring and you lose your concentration once again. You take a deep breath trying to calm down, and you convince yourself and your mind to focus on the book. “Please, brain do not get distracted too easily. I want to finish this chapter, at least.” 

And your brain does.

“I say, no, I can´t say what´s going to happen. And I push the one, two, three molars into the dirt and hair and shit and bone and blood where Marla won´t see.

CHAPTER 15.”

Now that you have finally ended chapter fourteen, you are back to reality. You look around you as you take a deep breath of the fresh air of the park; you take a look at the kids playing in the playground, a mother and her child eating their icecreams, the old man walking with his dog, and you cannot avoid looking at the man who still is by your side: he checks the hour two or three times every two minutes. Before you can even laugh at his action, you return to your book.

The minutes pass, you are on the next chapter, and the man is still there. Now he seems bored, his interest in whatever he had it in is gone. You could see that, discreetly, he has been looking, reading, or trying to read what you are reading. “If you can´t beat your enemies, join them,” you think and smile at your thought. 

“The Fight Club,” you say out loud without taking your eyes off the book.

“S-Sorry?,” the man asks in a confused tone.

“The book,” you close it so he can see the cover, “´The Fight Club.` Come on, don´t be shy, I know you were looking at it.”

“Sorry?” is all he says again.

You laugh at the poverty of his language. “Don´t be, we all do that.”

Now he laughs. “Do you like it so far?” is the first question that came to his mind as he checks the time again. “I have seen the movie and I think it was awesome.”

You smile turning towards him, “you liked it?! Wow, I do not even know you, but you are smart.”

The man narrows his eyes, “who does not like it?”

“Well, I am not surrounded by people who have watched it or liked it, so... I can´t talk to anyone about ´The Fight Club´ or other movies.”

“You are not supposed to talk about The Fight Club.” You both laugh at his spontaneous joke. “What other movie do you like that not everybody likes or has seen?”

You cannot believe you are having this nerd but interesting conversation with someone you do not know. “Well, let me think. Um, I enjoyed ´Donnie Darko,` ´The Perfectionist.` I do not remember what else, but I am such a freaky when it comes to movies and series.”

“Oh, then I am a freaky too. I have watched ´Donnie Darko` like a thousand times; of course that when I watched it for the first time, I looked for all the theories of the movie on the internet.”

You laugh because you did the same as soon as Donnie Darko finished the first time you watched it. “People are insane! How can they come up with all those theories?!”

Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, thirty minutes have passed and you two are still talking about movies and series and the books they are based on. You can see that the man, whom you came to know is named Bucky, checks the hour for the 174th time as he puts a face of resignation. “Don´t you have her number?” you ask Bucky.

“Uh? H-how do you know?”

“That you are on a blind date or that she has not come yet?” Bucky looks at you almost afraid of you, “don´t look me like that; I am not a psychotic person who has been following you all this time, but I have been in both situations so you can say I am a survivor of blind dates and of being stood up.”

Bucky cannot avoid the laugh, “I like that nickname, ´survivor.`” Bucky finally keeps his cellphone in his pocket and continues, “yes, she is not here.” He looks at the floor, almost embarrased at his situation in front of a stranger, “I must look like an idiot right now.”

“Nah, don´t worry. It is possible that you do not see me anymore, so do not be embarrased in front of me. Besides, now you have an anecdote to share with your friends.” Now you are the one checking the hour as you realize the sun is almost gone. You think a few seconds on what to do, but finally your mouth is faster than your brain, “um, Bucky, do you want to go with me to a bar?” You get up from the banch while you keep talking: “I mean, I do not do this at all, I am not inviting whoever I meet at the street to do something, but since this girl is not coming and my friend either, I thought...”

“Yeah, yeah, why not?” You are surprised by Bucky´s sudden response. “You  already told me you are not a psycho so, yes.”

Being in New York means walking a lot from one place to another in its endless blocks, but neither Bucky nor you feel the walk towards the bar exhausting or long since you have not stopped talking and laughing, yeah, laughing at him being stood up.

“Optimo Bar, I have never been here before,” Bucky tells you as you open the front glass door of the bar and the music welcomes you.

“Well, I am happy to be your first,” you answer in a serious but funny tone of voice. It is weird how Bucky does not even take the comment out of place; he just looks at you and laughs.

You make your way towards one of the fewer empty tables walking through the people who are laughing, speaking, drinking, eating some fries. 

“Do you come here often?” Bucky asks you as he puts his coat on the back of the chair and takes a sit.

“Sometimes,” you sit right in front of him and continue: “with my friends we choose this place. It just feels good to be in a place where you feel comfortable, you know?”

“Yeah, I underst-” 

Bucky is interrupted by the waitress who comes to take your orders. You rapidly choose your favourite beer while Bucky takes his time to read the menu before choosing another brand of beer.

“Can I ask you how did you notice I was in a blind date?” Bucky asks once the waitress leaves your table.

You laugh at his question, “oh, Bucky women know and notice everything. I realized you were checking the time continously and you were wearing that scarf which is so striking. When we were talking and you checked the hour in your phone again, you just make that face of resignation and took the scarf off like you did not want to be found by her.”

Bucky cannot believe all the analysis you just did of him, “you are a good observer.”

“You were right by my side, it was not hard to ignore you. Where did you meet this girl?”

“We have a friend in common, Steve, and he had the idea of the blind date. He insisted so much that I finally gave up and accepted.”

“I am sure that Steve is gonna be jumping of happiness once he knows what happens with his romantic plan.”

“Now I can tell him that I came to a bar with a complete stranger.”

“Hey! We are not complete strangers!”

“Yeah, my bad. Well, I can tell Steve that I came to a bar with a freaky half stranger who likes these weird movies, just like me.”

“´A super-cool-freaky stranger` is the best way to define me. All this that is happening today with you is a great story for me; I should write about you.”

“You write?”

“Yeah, I´m a journalist. But do not get too excited because I am gonna write about you being stood up.”

“Just tell me where you write so I tell my friends not to buy that edition.”

Instead of laughing, you look at Bucky with a serious no-so-serious face. “And you, Bucky? What do you do?”

“Well...” Bucky, looking at his glass of beer, makes a pause not being sure if he should continue. “I am... a stripper.”

“A stripper?! That´s great!” Your face is shining like a child who was just told he is not going to go to school today. “I have never met one before! You do not look like one though, but I think that in your guild you all know how to cover when you are not working.”

“You are not looking at me wrong,” Bucky is surprised by your reaction.

“Why would I? It´s a job, this is a free country.”

“You have no prejudices, do you?”

“Only with those who do not like animals or music.”

“Good to know I do not fit in any of those categories, but I have to tell you that I am not a stripper,”

“What? Oh, shame on you! Then, what do you do?”

“I am a lawyer-”

“Oh,” you reply.

“A cool lawyer,” Bucky adds when he sees your face of disappointment.

“I will still tell everyone I know I met a stripper. I don´t know much about the lawyers´ world; do you work in a law firm, like in the ´Suits` series?”

“Every single series is under your radar! No, not in a buffett, I specifically work for Tony Stark.”

“Tony Stark, eh? He is like the Donald Trump of technology. I mean, not that he is a crazy evil man, I am just saying that for all the businesses he has,” you try to explain yourself before Bucky thinks wrong about your idea.

“I have to tell my boss you just compare him with Trump and I don´t think he will be happy about it. But yes, thanks to all his businesses I have a job; you can imagine all the demands and legal procedures he is involved in.”

“If I get anxiety when the deadline to present my articles is near I cannot even imagine what it is like to be Tony Stark.” When you hear the song that stars playing on the background, you rapidly change the topic: “Oh! I love this song.”

“Where is the quite sweet reader of two hours ago?” Bucky asks as he sees you moving your head at the rhythm of the song.

“She disappeared the exact moment you sat by my side at that park, Bucky.”

“Hey, you have not told me your name yet.”

“You are right!” You take another sip of beer, “this is fun. What do you think is my name?”

“A game trying to find out your name?! You are a girl out of the box, Christina?”

“What?! Christina?! What kind of name is that? Keep trying, Bucky.”

Before Bucky can even tell you the second name he has in mind, his cellphone starts buzzing. He looks at the screen to see who is calling: Steve. “Oh, sorry, I have to take this call.”

“Yeah, do not worry. Right behind that big black door” you indicate Bucky as you point it out, “is the patio.”

Now that Bucky is in the patio, all the noise from inside is just a murmur. “Steve, hi.”

“Man, where the fuck are you? What happened to you?”

“W-what? Kirsten talked to you? She did not go, Steve.”

“But Kirsten told me she did go and she waited for you a lot until well... she realized you were not going.”

Bucky is totally confused, “how is that that she did go? I waited for a long time too!”

“Are you sure you both were in the same place?”

“Prospect Park, Steve. I was there.”

“No, Bucky, it was Flushing Meadows Park,” Steve laughs at Bucky´s mistake. “Did you really make all that journey to Prospect Park?”

“Um, yeah. I do not why I thought it was this park. I really do not know.” 

“Ok, Bucky I am gonna tell Kirsten you have been a bit distracted and that only that was the problem. Aren´t you lost right now?”

“Thank you. No, trust me, I am fine now.”

Steve´s laugh can be heard once more. “Take care, Bucky. Bye.”

“Bye, Steve.”

Bucky laughs at himself, how did he confuse these two places that are not even close to each other? “At least I met her,” Bucky thinks as he goes back inside the bar.

But you and your coat and bag are not in the table anymore.

Bucky starts looking for you everywhere, but you disappeared just like a ghost. “Great, tonight is not my day,” he tells himself as he approaches his chair. Once in the table you shared, he notices a piece of paper under your empty glass of bear. 

“I´ll tell you my name if you can find me again.”

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