#Donnie darko fluff

[missuswalker]

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 || 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𐙚 summary: donnie asks you on a date, (to his room) and, of course, you can’t resist those eyes

𐙚 warnings: pointless fluff + brief smut because i love him, donnie being too cute, maybe too long + not proofread (aged up, obviously, let’s say seniors in hs) not proofread oops

𐙚 notes: i’m obsessed with him can somebody talk with me about this subject matter

Donnie, while not shy, wasn’t the most courageous boy out there. At least, when it came to you. His brain stopped working when you were near and he’d overshare until there was nothing else to say. You stuck around, though. You liked his stories. You liked spending time with him. He liked spending time with you, too. He’d pass you a note in class, pretending to stretch so he could drop the folded paper on the desk behind him. He loved to hear the crinkle of the paper as you unfolded it, your quiet giggles following. Every time you would write back, he’d pocket the paper and take it home.

The teacher loved your little ‘budding relationship’ quite a bit less than the two of you did, though. In fact, Donnie had gotten detention twice now for his constant whispers and laughs he shared with you. He didn’t care. As long as he kept you hooked on him, he’d take any punishment. Besides, Ms. Dulwich was exactly what her name described her as. A dull witch. She was a miserable, lonely woman who had nothing better to do than move Donnie as far away from you as possible. He always managed to get a note back to your desk, despite the newfound circumstances of having a desk at the very front of the room.

It was today, though, that he decided he needed to finally step up to the plate. He couldn’t just wait around forever. You’d lose interest or someone else would get to you first. The thought plagued his mind more than Frank, it was a constant bother.

It was 11:05, his, and your, lunch period. After debating on whether or not he go through the lunch line, he ultimately decides he was too nervous to eat, so instead, he begins to search for you. He eventually spotted you at the end of a table full of girls, the lot of you laughing and gossiping, as one does. He rubs his sweaty palms on his pants, and begins his journey towards the crowded table. He didn’t believe you fit in with those girls. They were loud, obnoxious and so… plastic. You were real. They didn’t deserve you, but Donnie definitely did. At least that was what he believed.

“Y/n,” he interrupts, ignoring the girl who he’d just cut off, rubbing his hands on his pants once again. As soon as you look up at him with that smile, he thought he might as well just marry you. He just couldn’t seem to get his words out, his mouth falling open and closing, over and over. The girls around you began to quietly snickers, giving glances and eye rolls. “Do you wanna eat lunch with me?” He finally spit it out, finally asked. Now the hard part was over. The girls began to giggle, but you nodded, standing from your seat. “Okay,” you said, your voice so calm. Immediately your friend’s laughter stops, the snobby girls looking on in disbelief. There wasn’t anything inherently wrong with Donnie, the group just thought he was kind of a freak, to say the least.

You had never thought of Donnie as a freak. You saw him as the smart guy he was, which was a boost to his ego, considering he found you rather intelligent as well, though your smarts didn’t always show through a test. Maybe he just thought so highly of you because he liked you, but either way, he knew he enjoyed talking to you. “I hate them, I’m sorry. They’re just brats. They weren’t laughing at you, they were laughing at me,” you tell Donnie, sitting across from him at an empty table. Donnie furrows his brows, watching you pick at your lunch. “Why would they laugh at you,” he snorts, his eyes trailing back to the girls who were staring right back, poking each other and whispering. “I talk about you a lot,” you say vaguely.

Biting the inside of his cheek, Donnie decided he couldn’t take it anymore. If he didn’t ask what had been driving him crazy for so long, he’d never be able to sleep at night. “Do you wanna go with me? Like, do you wanna, like, I don’t know. Never mind, shut up. Not you, me,” he rambles, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut in disbelief. You stare at him, seeming so bewildered for a moment, before you simply begin to laugh. “Yeah, I wanna go with you.” Donnie nodded in response, biting his lip. “I like you,” he says, eyes flickering all over your face. “I know,” you snort.

“Will you come over after school? We can just hang out, or I can read you this book, it’s… I think you’d like it,” he blurts, his heart pounding. He could hardly process everything happening right now, his mind going haywire. “Yeah, okay, that’d be cool,” you nod, leg bouncing under the table. “Okay. Cool,” Donnie sighs. The rest of lunch wasn’t so bad. The two of you just talked like you normally did and the awkward tension went away completely. It was like nothing changed, though both of you knew something did, indeed, change.

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As the two of you stepped into his bedroom, successfully having gotten passed his mother’s questions and his fathers jokes, you dropped your book bag on the floor. “You can sit on the bed, I’m gonna grab that book,” Donnie tells you, kicking off his shoes. When he joins you on the bed, he hesitantly wraps his arm around your shoulder, opening the book. You look up at him, giving a grin. “What are you doing,” you ask, putting your hand on his elbow. “I’m not doing anything,” he says, looking down at you as he bites back his smile. After a moment of silence, he looks down at your lips. “You know, you’re my first girl,” he says, his voice quiet. “Oh, so I’m your girl?” You rest your head on his shoulder, Donnie giggling. You loved his laugh. It was so airy and silly. “I meannn,” he trails off, looking away for a moment.

“I think I like being your girl,” you hum, raising a brow. “That makes one of us,” he jokes, causing the both of you to laugh. Then, again, there was silence. He slowly moved down, his lips dangerously close to yours. “Donnie,” you snort, grabbing his face and pushing him away. He gently pulls your hand away, sticking out his bottom lip in a dramatic pout. “What?” You think for a moment, giving a shrug. “I dunno.” He scans your face for a moment, brows furrowing. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have tried anything. I’m not expecting anything from you, I just, I was thinking… I don’t know, I thought maybe you wanted to kiss me, so,” she begins, only to be cut off by your lips on his.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to get a little too passionate, your shirt on his floor and his hand hovering over your bra. You move his hand onto your tit to give him the extra push, and then he’s all over you. “I really didn’t plan this or anything, I swear. I really like you,” he rambles on, sliding his fingers under the white fabric of your bra, his inexperienced fingers playing with your nipple. “Stop talking,” you say softly, hand fiddling with the button on his pants. “Gotcha,” he mumbles, reconnecting your lips until your hand meets his hard cock, covered by his boxers. “I’ve imagined this before, actually not to long ago, but this is better,” he tells, not able to stay quiet because he just always had to say whatever was on his mind. You almost laugh against his lips. “Donnie, you’re really cute, but shut up.”

He nods, grunting at the feeling of your fingers grazing the skin of his stomach. “Sorry. You’re so pretty, can’t help it,” he huffs, pushing his nose into your hair. He pushes your hand away, pulling his dick out of his boxers, because he just couldn’t wait any longer. “You don’t have to do anything, I-” He’s cut off with a moan as your head ducks down to take him into your mouth, tongue flat against the head of his cock. “Oh, shit, you’re gonna make me cum,” he tells you. You look up at him, one hand moving to make a ring around the base of his dick, slowing moving it up and down, the other finding his balls, squeezing gently. His fingers fly to your hair, gripping at the roots. He rewards you with heavenly moans, twitching in your mouth. You slowly drag your tongue around his tip before moving down. As soon he dick his the back of your throat and you hollowed your cheeks, he cums down your throat, tossing his head back as if his soul left his body.

You make sure he’s looking at you as you swallow, pulling away to let him take a moment. “You never had your dick sucked?” You question, running your fingers through his hair. She shakes his head, putting his thumb in between your teeth, pulling your mouth open. Letting his finger trail back down to your lip, letting it bounce back, he places a sweeter kiss to your lips. “I think I just came into next year,” he breathes, hands finding your tits again. “You’re so romantic,” you say sarcastically, Donnie giving you a dopey smile. “What, you didn’t like it?” He moves his lips to your neck, testing the waters. “No, I liked it.”

“You wanna do it again?”

𐙚 he’s such a virgin, idc, he’d be so awkward and chatty the very first time he did something slightly sexual and it would be so cute and annoying at the same time i want to kiss him

im so tired why’d i stay up so late writing smut about this man

[altrodent]

In My Arms

Pairing: Donnie Darko x Reader

Genre/warnings: Fluff, comfort read, swearing, slight mention of appearance shaming, (not entirely proof read)

Summary: You have probably the worst week ever, and the only thing that can fix it is your “friend” 🩷🤭

Shit. That’s what this entire week has felt like. From accidentally tripping over nothing, to getting yelled at by an annoying old bitch, and even your closest friend almost dying, you just can’t take it anymore. All you want to do is huddle up in your cave of a room and hide forever. The only thing between you and home is a long couple of blocks, that never seem to end. Usually you’d walk with your… well, you aren’t sure what you are to him, but let’s just say you’re very close. Donnie Darko, your first friend, your first kiss, your first shoulder to cry on. Why don’t you go to him this time? His house just got demolished, his room specifically, you’d feel like an asshole if you talked to him and complained about something that small. Little do you know…

“Hey, wait up!” You gaze out of your peripheral view to see an all to familiar boy running up to you. On any day of the week, you’d love to see him and chat, but your brain is just a big word cloud of emotion. “You usually walk with me.” Your lips purse together, he tilts his head over to look at you “You doin’ okay?” You nod as your teeth start tearing away at your lips, avoiding his eye contact. “Hey…” he gently grabs your shoulders “You know you can talk to me, right? I mean, you do the same for me.” He smiles lightly, it absolutely melts your heart “I know, I’m sorry…” his hand reaches to your face as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Don’t be sorry. I was actually wondering if maybe you wanted to come by later? You don’t have to of course I just wanted to-“ you smile and your small laugh cuts him off, seeing you like this makes his heart flutter. “Yes, Donnie, I’d love to.” He gives you a big hug before taking your hand and continuing your walk home.

He dropped you off at your house, and told you that you could come over when you’re ready. After an hour or so you had gotten dressed, cried out any unnecessary tears, and got your stuff ready. Before there was a knock at the front door “I’ll get it!” You shouted to anyone else who might be in the house. You open the door and Donnie’s there. “Hey, Don” You smile brightly and greet him with a hug “I thought I was going over to your house?”he hugged back greatly, before gently releasing his tight grip “I know, but I just didn’t want to wait that long.” You laugh “Well, come in. I think I still have movies scattered around my room somewhere.” He nods as you close the door and lead him to your room. It wasn’t too messy, but enough for him to notice the small bundle of wadded tissues and torn memories. He closed the door behind him “I actually also wanted to see how you were holding up.” Your brows raise “What?” He leans against your vanity, “You remember what I said, right? You can tell me anything.” You shift away and go back to trying to find your movies. “I said I’m fine Donnie, don’t worry!” You can’t seem to see at this point. You already cried, but when he goes out of his way to make sure you’re alright, it makes your tears swell in your eyes. You’re now on the floor, speechless, feeling like an ass. He walks over to you, squatting down to cup your face in his hands “Please.” A tear falls, and then it seems like the stream of salty fluid doesn’t stop. He gently picks you up and sits you on the bed. Immediately, you cling onto him as if he were a teddy bear, letting out every emotion from the past couple of weeks. The weeks that felt like months, the months that felt like years, the ‘best years of your life’ scam. He adjusts himself to lay against your oddly plush pillows, with you laying on him. The patterned rise and fall of his chest eventually infecting yours. “Fuck the Fear-Love spectrum shit. I can feel how I want” you mumble into the soft material in his shirt. His laughter rumbling in his chest, “What did I say about letting that hag of a bitch get to a beauty like you?“ “I know Donnie, she just… she made fun of my appearance and my overall person I wanted to go absolutely batshit crazy on her, but I just can’t. I’m weak… I don’t want to get in trouble because of someone like her.” You try and turn away but he pulls you back and without warning locks his lips with yours, though it wasn’t the first time he’s done this, it still just always catches you off guard. He’s sweet, and tender. Passionate, yet gentle, his lips blend into yours like liquid saccharine. What makes him special is that every time you’ve kissed, you can always tell he cares by the feeling of his lips curving into a smile, then when you pull apart all his eyes can seem to follow are you. Soon you pull away and giggle as he followed your lips “If I knew I’d get you like this for telling you how I feel, I would’ve opened up more.” You smile, before a devilish glint appears in his eye “We can always make up for lost time…” his eyes, instead of looking at anything else, stare daggers into yours. It’s almost as if his eyes were laced with a poisonous love, and you can’t get enough of it. Instead of answering with words you just press your lips into his. He hums in approval as his hands gently glide from your face to your hips. Slowly he guides you to move onto his lap, and you obey. He begins peppering kisses on your face, fitting in little praises and nicknames between some of them. He presses his lips against your forehead, before gently holding your face once more “We’ll get through this, together. Just give me your time and honesty, that’s all I ask… please?” His eyes buried into yours again, you hum “How could I say no to you, Donnie?” He smiles softly after pecking your lips one last time “I’m glad to have you in my arms.” Your smile never faltering, “I’m glad you want me in your arms.”

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(A/N): I’ve watched it like 10 times, and while this is absolute shite, I just can’t figure out what to write right now. My ideas have run dry 😭

[jennaajoseph]

❛ Black Fingernails. ❜ ⸻ Donnie Darko x Reader.

── ﹙౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ MASTERLIST&INFO.﹚. ☆

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ SUMMARY. ⸻ Donnie notices that you painted your nails, and decides to match with you.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ PAIRING. ⸻ donnie darko x gn!reader.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ CONTENTS. ⸻ fluff, bf!donnie, gender neutral reader.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ A/N. ⸻ I've been kinda thinking about donnie with black nails????? So here we are.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ CREDITS. ⸻ photo - pinterest , divider - @/cafekitsune

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You and Donnie were carving pumpkins for the halloween. Your tongue was stuck out as you were focused on your pumpkin "art".

"Did you paint your nails?" Donnie tilted his head to the side, noticing your black nails.

You stopped carving and looked at him. "Oh, yeah! You noticed. Do you like them?" You held both of your hands up, smiling.

"They look very pretty." He smiled back at you.

"Thank you!"

"Do you want to see my pumpkin?" He asked, taking the final look at his work.

"Of course!"

He turned the pumpkin to your direction, and you saw a creepy bunny carved into it. You opened your mouth a little with a confused look. "Frank?"

He nodded and looked at the pumpkin again. "Do you like it?"

"If you actually see him like this, it's actually pretty creepy." You turned the pumpkin in your direction again.

"I asked if you like it."

"He's ugly."

"I'm not asking about Frank, I'm asking if you like how the pumpkin looks." He chuckled.

"It looks nice, you are very talented, but he's still pretty ugly." You leaned and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you." He rolled his eyes and smiled as a small blush appeared on his face.

⭑⭒⭒

After a successful pumpkin carving, you went home. Donnie laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He did really like your nails, he even thought about painting his own nails to match yours. The only thing that couldn't make it happen was that he didn't have any black nail polish.

Instead of just lying in bed, he went downstairs for something to drink and to find something that might be a replacement for the nail polish. When he was about to open the refrigerator, he saw a black sharpie on the whiteboard. He instantly knew what he was about to do.

⭑⭒⭒

"Hi!" You waved with both hands when Donnie opened the front door to let you in.

"Hi." He gave you a gentle smile.

"I thought that we could make some cupcakes today." You entered the house and immediately went to the kitchen.

Donnie came after you instantly and sat down at the table. "Sounds good."

"You think so?" You turned back to him and noticed his hands.

When he saw that you noticed, he held both of his hands up to show you his nails. "I painted them with a sharpie."

You tried to hold your laugh as you stepped closer and held his hands to get a closer look. "Why sharpie?"

"I didn't have any black nail polish." The sharpie was pretty messy, it wasn't only on his fingernails, but also around them, he also missed some spots. "I wanted to match you."

"Really?" You smiled and looked at him.

"Yeah." He smiled back.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "You are the most adorable human being on earth."

A small blush appeared on his face when you said that.

"But I want to fix your nails, do you mind if I paint them with my nail polish?"

"Really? I don't like the sharpie either, I did it very messily." He looked down at his nails again.

"I still think that the idea was very sweet, thank you." You kissed him again. "Let me quickly go home, and I will be back in a few." You smiled.

"Okay." He smiled back.

After you went home to bring some nail polish Donnie still sat in the kitchen, looking at his nails. His smile grew bigger when he realized that you actually liked his idea of matching with you.

When you came back, Donnie let you scrub the sharpie off his nails, and you fixed them with some black nail polish.

After you were done, Donnie looked at them with a smile. "Now we match perfectly."

"That's right!" You grabbed his face and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He blushed again.

"Do you still want to make cupcakes?" He asked with a grin.

"Of course, just please don't make Frank themed ones..." You joked.

"Can't promise you that." He giggled.

[drunkenkissesatdusk]

BABY

pairings — donnie darko x reader

warnings — babying 👅👅, overusing “baby” and having no regrets, insane bouts of fluff, writer coming back from the dead out of nowhere to cook, also very short no surprise tho

summary — you never thought donnie would want to be babied, but he’s been sick, and will only listen to you

━━━━━━━ “DONNIE, BABY,” you cooed in a slight baby voice. his mom had called you, telling you how donnie was sick and refused to take anything from her, just saying he wanted you.

you couldn’t deny your boyfriend that, stepping into his room five minutes later with water, medicine, and his favorite movie. when donnie looked at you, he looked ready to cry.

“oh, baby.” you softly smiled, setting the medicine, the water, and your bag on the floor. donnie just held his arms out, he didn’t need to say anything.

you knew what he wanted.

sliding into the bed, you pulled donnie’s head onto your chest and began running your hands through his hair. it was soft, and you could feel the tension in his body disappear as you continued.

“you wanna take this medicine and turn on a movie and sleep, baby? you have to take the medicine anyways.” you used a soft tone, rubbing a hand down his face to caress his jaw. he grumbled into your skin, tickling you.

“it’s the drinking stuff, baby.” you were probably overusing the word, but it didn’t matter to you. donnie sat up slightly as you poured the grape flavored medicine into the small cup that had come with the container. donnie slowly took it from you as you prepared his water for him, placing it to his lips as your hand found its way back into his hair.

“there you go, good job baby.” you kissed his lips gently, before letting him lay back down on your chest. he was out like a light eventually, and you stayed in the same spot, running your hands through his hair as he slept, up until you yourself had fallen asleep.

hiii… 😟😟 guys i know it’s been awhile i swear it wasn’t my fault believe me 🙁 anyways i have a few more ideas i wanna put out hopefully — cj <3

masterlist

[cloverina]

“FRANK, THE RABBIT.”

warnings: mentions of schizophrenia and kissing! other than that, it’s just fluff:3

wc-781, ik it’s shortttt:((

The moon was a silent sentinel in the night sky, casting a cool blue light over the quiet street. A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves of the old oak tree that stood guard over the two houses that had been neighbors for generations. Inside one of them, you lay in bed, the melatonin you took slowly kicking in.

With a yawn, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and padded over to the dusty record player in the corner of your room. You flipped through your collection, searching for the perfect melody to carry you into the realm of dreams. Your eyes fell upon "The Killing Moon" by Echo & the Bunnymen. The cover, with its mysterious artwork, whispered of a time when music was a tangible experience, a shared journey through sound. You placed the vinyl on the turntable, the needle dropping with a soft click as the first haunting notes filled the air.

The song's ethereal introduction began to play, the echoing guitars and hypnotic bassline wrapping around you like a warm blanket. But the serenity was shattered by the sudden, frantic banging on your front door. The sharp sound pierced the quiet night, jolting you out of your tranquil state. Your heart racing, you quickly turned off the record player and tiptoed down the hall, the floorboards creaking beneath your bare feet. The muffled sobs grew louder as you approached, and you knew without a doubt it was Donnie on the other side of the door.

You swung the door open to reveal your neighbor, Donnie Darko. His eyes wild with fear and his face glistening with tears. He stumbled into your house, his chest heaving with panic. "He's here again," Donnie whispered, his voice trembling. "Frank is here, and he's so angry." You guided him gently to the couch in the living room, his brown hair sticking to his damp forehead. You knew all too well about Frank, the 6ft giant bunny-rabbit hallucination that had haunted Donnie since his schizophrenia had worsened.

"Calm down, Donnie," you said soothingly, "You're okay. You're safe here." But his eyes remained wide and unblinking, and he clutched at your arm like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. You realized that words alone wouldn't be enough tonight. You led him to your bedroom, hoping the familiarity of your space might offer some comfort. He followed you, his bare feet silent on the wooden floor, his plaid pyjama bottoms, his grey baggy t-shirt and his teddy bear hanging from his hand.

Once you were both inside, Donnie's legs gave out and he collapsed onto the bed, burying his face in your chest. His body trembled violently, each sob coming in a hitched gasp, his voice strained from the effort of keeping his fear contained. "Shh," you murmured, stroking his hair gently. "I'm here." His breath was hot and quick against your skin, his heart racing like a wild animal's. The room was bathed in the soft glow of your bedside lamp, casting warm shadows on the walls.

You sat with him for what felt like an eternity, his tremors slowly subsiding under your calming touch. When he finally looked up, his eyes were red and bloodshot, his cheeks streaked with tears. "I can see him right now," he choked out, his voice thick with terror. You followed his gaze to the empty corner of the room, knowing that to him, it wasn't empty at all. The air felt charged, as if something unseen lurked just beyond the edge of reality.

Gently, you coaxed Donnie to lie down, his back pressed against the cool pillow. He clung to you, his fingers digging into your shoulder, the plush fabric of his teddy bear smooshed between the two of you. You whispered soothing words, your voice a gentle lullaby in the stillness of the night. The tension in his body began to ease, his breaths grew deeper, and eventually, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest told you he had found refuge in slumber.

You sat there for a few moments longer, watching the soft rise and fall of his chest. The room was so quiet you could hear the ticking of the clock in the hallway, each second a solemn metronome counting the moments until the next battle with Frank. With a sigh, you lay down beside him, pulling the blanket up to his chin. His hand remained curled around your shoulder, a silent plea to not let go. You brushed a strand of hair from his damp forehead and kissed him softly, your lips lingering for a moment longer than they should have.

[sxeraphfic]

Donnie Darko x goth!reader 🙏🙏🙏

GOTH!READER X DONNIE DARKO    

WARNINGS; basically none! Slight swearing and bullying but that's it. 

WORDCOUNT: 1.5k

A/N: Gender neutral prns used in this for readers! I'm assuming by goth you mean trad goth (which fits the time era honestly) or maybe romantic goth (my style hehe lol) so I'll keep that as a reference.  Theres also a pov switch half way through. Hope it isn't too jarring!

˚ ‧ ₊ ♱ ༺ 𓆩 ❦︎ 𓆪 ༻ ♱ ₊ ‧ ˚

Donnie had never had a particular taste in people, really, he’d be surprised and feel lucky enough to have someone even glance over at him in a slightly romantic regard. Sure he had his ex-girlfriend Gretchen show interest in him but that didn't really assure him of how attractive he was, he could barely comprehend how others perceive him other than the obvious being that he's a little out of it. He liked all sorts of different styles of people, who was he to judge? It's not like he was particularly fashionable outside of the average late 80s young mens fashion.  

This statement wouldn't last long though, as he placed his backpack on the back of his chair and sat down he saw an unfamiliar person sitting at the front of his class alone from the others. The teacher smacked the chalkboard with her ruler to gain the class's attention, “Attention class! Good morning everyone”  she announced. “Today we have a student transferring from the other class to join ours” students began to whisper to each other, “Dear, why don't you come up here and introduce yourself?” she clearly had good intentions with asking this. But this is like.. The number one way to make a kid embarrassed, Donnie pondered to himself. 

The transfer stood up in front of the board “um.. hey.. my name y/n l/n,  i've moved from the class next door” -- “no wonder you had to move '' one of the kids called out jokingly, y/n sighed in an annoyed tone. Donnie stared at you, you were well.. Clearly alternative, goth? You were dressed in the normal school uniform but your hair, makeup, piercings made it obvious you weren't like the basic kid. He felt his insides twist a little, you were beautiful. You looked so mysterious and otherworldly compared to the other students and he was enamoured by your appearance. 

Apparently some of the less emotionally intelligent people in our class didn't see that though, not even ten minutes after finishing your introduction and sitting back down you had some kids throw paper balls at you from across the classroom. And as the average lame ass teacher does she ignored your clear bullying situation. Donnie wanted to say something, but bit his tongue. Glancing at you pitfully only to be met with a glare in return, ‘oh god, did i make them feel even worse?’ He worried to himself. ‘Of course I did. God, I'm bad at being chill.‘

A few hours after school, as the dark began to dawn upon the sky donnie found himself lying on his bed daydreaming of you, what type of music could you be into? Surely Dark wave or post punk right? Did you dress even more extreme outside of school? Were you secretly kind and sweet underneath your intimidating appearance? Were your lips as soft as they seemed? Donnie snapped out of it, what was he thinking… he felt kind of creepy daydreaming about someone he's never even spoken to before. Ever since he had gotten home he'd been more zombie-like than usual, his parents even asked him at the dinner table if he had been taking his meds and he scoffed, for once that wasn't the issue. The issue was he had fallen in love at first sight. 

Morning came around, Donnie walked with his doofhead friends aside his sister and her little group. “Donnieee” Samantha groaned “we’re all gonna be late for the bus we took too long!” Donnie and his friends shrugged and Samantha retorted “well my friends and i aren't gonna miss the bus. Have fun slow pokes” she said as she signalled her friends to start running up to the bus stop.  

Samantha for once in her miniature life span was right, Donnie and his friends did in fact take too long. Now they had to walk all the way to school and be late. This wasn't all bad though, as the one and only y/n pushed between them to get through clearly having also missed the bus as well. He could hear your music practically blasting through your walkman, funny. Wasn't that a metalhead thing to do? Donnies friends began to snicker to themselves “what a loser” they whispered in reference to you. Donnie gave them an annoyed glare, before speeding up to walk next to you and speak. 

 “Uh.. hey uh-” he began, you looked at him in confusion, taking your headphones off. 

“What?” you said bluntly, internally you were nervous, you'd already gotten the shit bullied out of you yesterday. You don't need another total dweeb ruining your day before you even manage to get in the school gates.  “I'm uh.. Donnie Darko, I figured I'd say hi since we’re in the same class now right?” he smiled awkwardly and attempted to shake your hand. You gave him a wonky smile back, “oh uh.. hey nice to meet you Donnie.” The handshake failed miserably, you tried to shake his hand but took too long to process the action.  

 What the fuck am i doing? Donnie thought to himself, he was incredibly nervous. The two of you had been walking in essentially complete silence for 5 minutes now, Donnie felt like an idiot for assuming someone as cool as you would be interested in talking to him, he gave you a slight glance and you returned it back

Sighing, you figured that indulging in a little conversation wouldn't kill you. Besides, if he came up to you in the first place and has stuck around walking with you for this long without saying anything outlandish surely he wasn't all bad.

“Sooo.. Darko huh? Kind of a cool last name isn't it?” you initiated. “You think it's cool? I swear people just make fun of me or think it's weird” he looked at you with giddiness in his eyes and smiled, ‘oh. He's cute.’ you thought to yourself.  “So is there a particular reason you've decided to be nice to me Donnie?” he shrugged nervously “Oh well- i mean i don't know, i'm not exactly popular myself so i guess i understand how it feels to be judged” you thinly smiled in response before you began to hear high pitched exaggerating moaning noises from behind you, Donnie’s friends were acting up. “Ugh fuck im sorry about them.” Donnie groaned, “it's chill, i've dealt with worse” you shrugged, before continuing “ever jigged school before Donnie?” he raised his brow at you “sure have y/n.” you giggled “let's ditch these losers i know a spot.” 

You lead him down an old path through the forest before sitting at what looked like some sort of strange concrete circle on the ground. “Jesus y/n how’d you even manage to find this place?” he voiced in shock “Someone who looks like me has their ways,” you smirked. “Y'know y/n i may end up regretting this, i actually have some major sleepwalking issues. I'd hate to wake up down here at 6am” he chuckled softly before sitting on the ground with you. “Sleepwalking? At this age too? Why's that?” Donnie smiled looking down to the ground “oh well uh.. We all got our own problems right?” “amen to that donnie.” you started to soften up, he seemed genuine. 

“Hey, sorry about glaring at you the other day. And being kind of rude when you tried to speak to me earlier” his eyes stared into yours “it's fine y/n, and understandable.. You have all sorts of people targeting you at the moment id be no different at first sight” he continued “i mean, with the way you look and all. You don't seem to care to live up to others expectations of what you should be, you're more free than m-majority of the people in our school will e-ever be. I'm uh envious really.” he started off saying this quite assertively, but his words tangled in soft stutters at the end as the intensity of your gaze made him recoil into himself. “Wow Donnie, I didn't expect that many words to come out of your mouth.. Let alone be so true..” “It feels good to have someone who gets it for once.” you warmly smiled. 

“Do you listen to music, Donnie?” you inquired “you mean do i listen to your type of music?” he snickered, you rolled your eyes in response “duh.” He thought about it for a second “well yeah i guess technically, nothing super niche but i like new wave.” you nodded your head “we should uh.. Y'know hangout sometime and listen together, i could introduce you to some stuff " Donnie perked up "in a going together type of way?” you gave him a confused look. “Ah sorry i meant to say going out ugh” he looked flustered and you giggled, before standing up and proceeding to pull him with you. You embraced him, gazing into his eyes beginning to lean in closer to his face. 

Hehe cliff hanger. Maybe you guys kissed, maybe you pushed him away and called him a weirdo! Who knows, hope you enjoyed my lovelies 

partially proof read. will check for mistakes.

[slut4menig]

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COD

Stranger Things

Criminal minds

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Bones and all

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Smut

Age gaps

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SCAT

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[marsystars]

Sometimes I look at that fucked up fictional dude whos committed awful acts against God and daydreams abt taking him on a stargazing date

[nnostalg1a]

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[donniesbabygirl28]

donnie darko cuddling fluff would be super cute

Yesssss I got you bb

Ima make these into headcanons if you don’t mind

Um first of all, he loves thighs OMG

Please throw your legs over his and he is over the moon

Loves when you play with his hair especially when he sleeps

Speaking of sleeping, when you are cuddling and you are playing with his hair, he is less likely to sleep walk out the house and into the streets

He just feels so so so safe with you babyyyy😫

“No put them back!” He whined as you went to get up, removing your legs from over his

“Donnie I have to pee”

“Oh my godddddd just pee on me or Wtv I don’t care come backkk”

This resulted in a weird look btw

LOVES when you kiss his neck and his cheek while he sleeps

Frank is literally invested deadass

“Yo chat I think she want that”-frank

MWUAHHHHHH

[gyll-yee-haw]

Hi! i just had a great idea ok ok so what if you did like a 7 minutes in heaven with one of jakes characters? (detective loki? mysterio, literally whoever you want)

Yeah but what about all of the options above 🤭

I selected a few of my faves <3

Characters: detective Loki, Quentin Beck, Billy Hope and Donnie Darko

Warnings: kissing, fluff, some nsfw, fingering, they all kinda end suggestively, y'all might accuse me of favoritism cause Dave's got the biggest one (he IS my fave, sorry)

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Detective Loki

100% would act like he thought games were stupid, but the MINUTE he was set up with you to go to the tiny room, would get butterflies in his stomach

I'm thinking like college student! David? Who's like super shy and doesn't have many friends, never talks to anyone, but has a massive crush on you

The moment you walked in and closed the door, he would immediately get nervous and start babbling "this is so stupid, we don't have to do anything, we could just wait here and..."

But he had no idea you were obsessed with that handsome mysterious guy who wore too much black and only ever smiled at you

"I know. It's okay if you don't want to, but..." You gave him your best doe eyes. "But I... just didn't wanna waste the opportunity"

His eyes widened. But he recovered from the shock pretty quick, getting closer to you

You smirked and leaned towards him

And you just know he's a face grabber, oh he is

Stroking your cheek gently as his tongue danced sensually with yours

Suddenly your body was against his, his hands on your waist

And the clock accused that the quickest 7 minutes of your life had passed

You two left the room straight to your dorm...

Quentin Beck

The way he is, he probably planned it for weeks and found a way to manipulate the game so he would end up with you

Ugh he's so cocky about it

Already grabbing your ass on the way to the room

Would tease you non-stop, drive you crazy

Whisper the filthiest things to you mid kisses

Would find a way to get 7 more minutes, even of he had to KILL someone

Billy Hope

Straight to the point, he's gonna finger you in there

Bring you so so so close, just to edge you

"Aw no, baby, looks like time is up" he would say with that shit eating grin

You would find a way to go in there with someone else after, to make him jealous

"What's wrong? It's just a game :)"

Yeah man, you would regret that afterwards...

He would have to show you that you belong to him, by making you cum until you couldn't feel your body anymore

"What's wrong, baby? Didn't you put on that ridiculous show because you wanted to cum? Well, take it now"

Yeah :)))

Donnie Darko

WOULDN'T IT BE CUTE IF IT WAS HIS FIRST KISS

And he had this MASSIVE crush on you, so his friends would set you up

He would be so nervous :(

But when the time came, he knew it was HIS CHANCE

And he blew your mind

Such a great kisser

Such a sweet boy <3

You left the place absolutely in love with him!

The two of you were never apart again, his friends almost regretted it

He's so clingy bf material, I love him 🥺

[altrodent]

Blog Contents

Welcome! This is a catalog of every fic I’ve written. Any slight spicy/NSFW themes will be accompanied with: ❤️‍🔥but I exclusively write fluff!

(Check their warnings for more info!)

Borderlands

Handsome Jack

• Ignited Passion ❤️‍🔥

Timothy Lawrence

• Life Saver

Mordecai

• Caregiving

Troy Calypso

• Tunnel Vision

Baseketball

Joe ‘Coop’ Cooper

• It’s a date ❤️‍🔥

• Kiss me on my Mouth! ❤️‍🔥

• Draft Tests

Doug ‘Reme’ Remer

• Charming

Coop x Reader x Remer

Just For You ❤️‍🔥

Donnie Darko

Donnie Darko

• In My Arms

Peacemaker

Adrian Chase

• Freckled Delight

Ghosts

Thomas Thorne

• Candles, Lanterns, and Fairy Lights

Marvel

Loki Laufeyson

• Wardrobe Malfunction ❤️‍🔥

Evil Dead

Ashley Williams

• Sheila

Wednesday

Xavier Thorpe

• Invisible Adoration (Pt.1)

• Invisible Adoration (Pt.2)

• The Perfect Evening

DC

Abner Krill

• Sundress

• Dating Headcannons

Encino Man

Stoney Brown

• Honey Bun

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

• Not Losing You

The Mighty Boosh

Vince Noir

• Tension

Sleep Token

Vessel

•Cycle (Part 1)

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[drunkenkissesatdusk]

hey! so glad to see new writers on here!!

do you mind writing something for donnie darko? fluff, angst, whatever you decide :)

YES OMG THANK YOUUUU

DOLL - donnie darko.

fluff all around guys GENDER NEUTRAL READER

━━━━━━━━ DONNIE DARKO had been a quiet guy in (name)'s eyes. They'd never particularly heard him speak, but he'd also never really heard them speak. When (name) entered his English class one tuesday afternoon, Donnie was enticed by them.

Their enigma floated through the school, and before they'd made friends, (name) had a reputation. They were oblivious to this, but that didn't mean Donnie was. He'd heard kids say that (name) had been expelled for a fight that sent a kid to the hospital at their old school.

He believed heavily it was a lie. (name), his (name) wasn't capable of that - thats why he was determined to weasle his way into their life.

It started three weeks later, nearing the middle of their school year, Donnie had manifested their partnership through a school project. It didn't take him long to realize how odd he was being, but somehting inside of him found it to be normal - in his eyes, it was okay.

If it meant he was getting closer to (name), he believed it to be okay.

The first day of the project, Donnie had invited (name) over, letting them into his private space - his bedroom. Not a lot of his friends got to see his room, but as he watched their eyes float through his room, he was okay with them in here.

By the time they'd had their second day for their project, Donnie found his obsession fading into a genuine crush. How would they react to his problems? Would they run away screaming when he told them about Frank?

(name) wasn't like that when he told them, they understood him, and they never dared to poke and prod at the fact that something was wrong with him. They treated Donnie normally, and he was genuinely head over heels for them.

They’d adjusted to this newfound friendship within days, considering how close (name) and Donnie were able to get within days. The new duo had easily passed their project, being the only two to do so. However, they found themselves hanging out more and more after school.

After some time, the time for (name) to sleepover at the Darko household came. Donnie warned them not to be alarmed when he wasn’t in the bed beside them, and they understood - nodding instantly. They’d still worry about him, but they wouldn’t necessarily be so worried they’d call the police.

One night, before he disappeared, he found himself holding (name). They’d fallen asleep like that, their head resting half on his arm and half on his pillow, hand holding his arm that wrapped around their waist.

He’d found himself awake after a while, in the middle of the golf course. Soon enough, he’d made it home, and trudged along to hide away in (name)s arms. They were still asleep by time he collapsed atop them, burying himself into the crook of their neck, arms wrapping securely around them.

“You okay, Donnie?” (name) sleepily asked, running their hand through his hair. That soothed him further, soon (name) found themself with a sleeping Donnie in their arm. They really had no problem with it, soon adjusted and fast asleep themself.

It was a common occurrence for nights to end this way. Neither really cared about the obscurities of what they considered “friendship”, so they continued to do as they did.

(name) also had a quirk where they were mostly understanding, caring, and loving when it came to fights, the two worked through each problem bit by bit, and they eventually had a smooth friendship.

On this particular night, Donnie lay across (name)s chest, breathing in their cologne/perfume. He was calm, his mind was quiet, and their hands floated through his hair, down his back, expanding across his shoulders, and ending back in his hair.

He was calm, holding her so tightly it was almost insane. This was his comfort, his home, his domains. No one could take this away from him, no one could take away his (name).

They didn’t mind it either, and they felt their heart begin to ache for him through long periods of time where they didn’t talk and hangout every millisecond of the day.

Deciding then and now, they’d get closer with Donnie, and maybe eventually fall in love. Donnie wasn’t opposed either, he was already head over heels for his best friend.

“Hey, I’m Marcus.” he was the fancy new kid, a phony accent to mask his boring interior and personality. Marcus had fallen in love with (name) upon first sight, which bothered both (name), and Donnie.

Donnie hated Marcus. He made it known all the time, but (name) pulled the same antics, melting into Donnie’s arms, chest, lap, anything, whenever Marcus was nearby.

“That guy you’re always with,” (name) was getting lunch, sliding her tray across the metal tubes that formed a sort of resting sill, “are you two dating?” he finished his question, accepting the apple from the lunch lady.

“Yeah, wasn’t it obvious?” (name) snickered, lying straight to his face. What they hated was how real their statement sounded - were they really really into Donnie?

They were. They absolutely were. Nothing could be done about it, is what every one of their friends thought before they’d finally asked each other out. They thought about their friends one night while basking in the silence that sat between the two.

They toned down the PDA, but upped it in private areas. Donnie was always a clingy guy, no matter how scary he seemed in real life. But that was their Donnie, and they loved him.

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CECIL JAMES —

ignore how the layout is im secretly on my phone during school

also yall i fucking love clingy guys 😔

please request more i love ur guys’s ideas ugh

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[sleeepy-sim]

Hi!! If your taking requests for donnie darko, can i give you an idea?

Imagine love at first sight with him in a library!!!! It can be fluff, smut, dddne or whatever youre comfy writing! Thank you<3

So sorry this took me so long. I do have to admit I'm not good at writing 'love at first sight' but I did do my best. Working on the other requests as well!

I also did not put any NSFW because . . . well its a library and I didn't feel like dragging it on.

It had been a free hour, with all your friends busy with a class, so you sat in the library. Usually, you either did your missing work or homework, though sometimes you said ‘screw it, I can do it at home.’ But today, you had decided to do your English project that you put off a couple of days back. 

So there you sat, towards the end of the library, working on your English project. You hadn’t noticed him, nor had you noticed his stare from a couple of tables up. Though anyone paying attention—unlike you—would have noticed his gaze; it was hard to miss.

After a moment of frustration of not knowing where to start on the project, you looked around the room, only to meet someone's gaze. His short black hair seemed to either be a little overgrown or messy, for his hair hung a bit on his forehead. 

His blue eyes quickly darted down to the book on top of the desk, putting his head down - face out of sight. You did the same, eyes back on your paper. After a moment of overthinking the situation, you sneak a glance. 

Again, only to see him also stealing a glance. Your eyes widen, shooting back down to your paper. After a moment of not moving - due to overthinking he was watching your every move, you look up as you hear the chair in front of you, scrap across the floorboards. 

You take a deep breath as you watch the ‘mysterious’ guy sit in front of you - your heart beating a little faster, from the awkwardness or how hot you noted he was - you’re not sure. You grip the paper in your hand a little tighter, the nagging feeling in your gut from what is going to happen from this moment and the next. 

“Hey,” He awkwardly smiles, nodding his head as he looks at the paper in your hands and on the table before looking at you - taking your features in. You swallow, afraid your voice may crack due to not talking for the last 20 minutes - and not wanting to seem like a loser in front of a hottie.  

“Hey,” You nod, the awkwardness of not knowing what to say nor what to do - sinking into your bones. You look at his book for a moment before looking back at him - not wanting to seem like a creep. 

“You have Ms. Pomeroy, right?” He asks, tilting his head a bit as his gaze continues to look you over before settling back on looking at your face. 

“Uh . . .” You trail off, surprised by the question and his accurate assumption. You lightly suck on your bottom lip, nodding - a questioning look on your face. “Yeah, I do.” You say, nodding your head with your eyebrow slightly raised on ‘how do you know this.’ 

“I have her right after 6th period. I uh, I saw you leave one time.” He says, looking a bit to the side as he probably realized just how creepy that sounded. You lightly chuckle at his sentence, shifting in your seat for a new position. 

“I’m sorry. That sounds weird.” He awkwardly chuckles, looking around - probably to see if anyone heard that or to break the now even more awkward encounter. You quickly shake your head - a small smile on your lips as his awkwardness was cute - even if it matched yours. 

“No, I get it.” You smile at him as he leans over the table - face more closer to your own. He smiles with appreciation and relief as you didn’t think he was ‘too’ much of a weirdo or creepo. He already knew the staring had put you off - with that sentence as soon as it left his lips he knew you would regret looking up. 

You take a deep breath as you both stare at each other in silence. Surprisingly, the silence was comforting, just looking into his eyes was intimate. Yet, for just meeting someone - who you didn’t even know his name - was making you more comfortable than anyone else had in a while. 

As if he read your mind, his hand reached just a little due to the closeness, out in front of you. “Donnie.” He smiles as you shake his hand, smiling back at him. You hand grips his - a little tight, but not tight enough to be considered ‘why did she squeeze tight?’ 

You tell him your name, your hands still moving from the on-going handshake. His hand was ruff, not in a way that said ‘I’ve been working for years’ but the hand that said ‘I don’t put lotion on that much.’ 

He smiles as he hears your name said from your lips, you both slowly unclasp hands. Your hands are now resting on your paper - now sitting on the table. His eyes dart down from your face to your hands - which leads to his next sentence. 

“Do you, uh, maybe want to work on the project together?” He says, motioning to your papers and notebook. You nod, thinking ‘thank goodness, i need help and desperately - but - what if he thinks I’m an idiot?’ 

“That would be great.” You smile awkwardly - not from the awkwardness from the two of you - that's long gone - but the worry of him thinking bad of you from the bareness amount you had for the impending project.   

You two had worked the whole period, from laughing and sneaking glances at each other. You couldn’t help but think ‘why haven’t I noticed him before?’. The bell rang, causing you two to look at each other in despair as everything was going so well and now you two have to separate. 

“Well . . .” Donnie chuckles, looking from you to the papers you two were working on. “Since we’re not done. I was thinking . . . maybe we could work on it after school?” He shrugs, slightly avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah, that, um, that would be great.” You smile at him as you stand up, shifting the papers into a neat pile. He smiles, licking his lips as he stands up as well - helping you with the papers. 

“Meet after school by the buses?” He shoots you a smile, slightly smirking. You smile back, nodding. 

“Sounds good.” You say as the two of you walk out of the library. He chuckles before smiling at you as he turns the corner, heading to his class.  

[rebelliousstories]

Sugarplums

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Donnie Darko x Reader

Fandom: Donnie Darko

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Medication

Word Count: 581

Masterlist: Here

Summary: Do sugarplums even exist? Has anyone ever had one? Donnie surely didn’t think so.

“What do sugarplums have to do with Christmas?” Donnie wondered aloud, laying down on his bed. His girlfriend was laying next to him, reading a book, but was somewhat tuned into her boyfriend’s rambling. She cast her eyes over to the side at his question.

“What?” She was genuinely confused with how this was what he landed on to wonder about.

“Sugarplums. Do they even exist or are they like, an expression of Christmas?” Donnie stared up at the ceiling, genuinely pondering the existence of sugarplums. Her boyfriend was pondering the existence of sugarplums. How did she end up here? She set her book down on her chest as she watched him.

“Honey, did you take your meds?” She asked, not wanting to sound rude. But Donnie still stared at the ceiling, and nodded.

“Yeah. Of course I did. Now are sugarplums a thing?” He was serious. She let out a deep sigh and rolled up onto her elbow to look at her boyfriend in the face. Only then, did he cast his eyes towards her face.

“Yes, Donnie. Sugarplums are a real thing. They’re enjoyed by a lot of families during Christmas. Why do you ask?” Her eyes scanned over his face, looking for any sign that he was on a different plane of existence, but was pleased when she found he was there with her.

“I’ve just never seen them. Ya know, I haven’t even seen anyone talk about them except in some Christmas carols, or like the nutcracker ballet.” Donnie commented. She chuckled lightly at her boyfriend’s ramblings, but it soon developed into actual, full blown laughter the more she thought about her current situation. Donnie, not knowing why she was laughing but feeling the contagion, started to lightly chuckle.

“What? What’s so funny?” He asked, watching his girlfriend try to recover and calm herself down, but failing miserably. It took a few more minutes for her to calm down enough that she could talk.

“Nothing, I just- it’s… you do realize how funny this sounds right? You’re contemplating the existence of something that random.” She beamed as Donnie started to laugh.

“I’m serious! I want to know if they exist.” He took one of the hands from behind his head and rested it along his lover’s cheek, admiring how her hair provided a halo complete with the lamp that coincidentally lit her up from behind.

“Would you like to go make some?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow up. Donnie got really excited at this request.

“You know how to make them?” He wondered; he started to look like a kid in a candy store.

“No, but I have plenty of cookbooks we can use. A lot of Christmas in specific too. I’m sure we can find one that has a recipe.” Donnie did not wait for her to explain any further before he grabbed her arms and hauled them off the bed together. She let out a startled yelp as they tumbled towards the ground. He bracketed his arms around her body and leaned his head down to meet hers.

“Well, let’s go!” His excited statement shocked her just a little bit, but followed after Donnie as he stood and proceeded to grab her hand to drag her towards the kitchen.

Safe to say that after a little while of making them, and a trip to the grocery store, Donnie no longer doubted the existence of the small, sugary Christmas treats. In fact, he rather liked them.

[rdiowx]

Hi im rdiowx, you can call me Ray or radio since rdio is just radio without the “a”.

NON ACTIVE ACCOUNT :[

KINKTOBER 2023!

Im autistic and Mcr is my special interest! I do take requests (however they aren’t open for mcr, Gideon graves or ryan ross rn!) if you have any ideas you want written so dont be afraid to ask!

They/them but he/him is fine too

This is a nblm/mlm blog.

Both my ao3 and Wattpad are: Cndlewax

I write for… (hcs are in white fics are in blue)

GERARD/PARTY POISION

— EDGING BASEMENT GEE (special appearance from bullets! Frank)

— BACKSTAGE WITH FRERARD

—KITTEN GEE

FRANK/FUN GHOUL

—EDGING BASEMENT GEE (special appearance from bullets! Frank)

— PUTTING FRANK IN HIS PLACE.

— FRANKS LOVE HANDLES

— COMFORT W/MIKEY AND FRANK

—BACKSTAGE W/ FRERARD

—TEASING W/ LEATHERMOUTH FRANK

—FRANKENSTEIN FRANK IERO

—PUPPY FRANK

RAY/JETSTAR

—COCKY RAY TORO

— RAY AND A READER THAT HAD A BAD DAY

MIKEY/KOBRA KID

—FUCKING UP YOUR HANDS WHIPLASH STYLE

— COMFORT W/MIKEY AND FRANK

GIDEON GRAVES

nothin yet

RYAN ROSS

nothin yet

PILOT KELSON

nothin yet

DONNIE DARKO

—YANDERE DONNIE HCS

—DONNIE X MENTALLY ILL READER HCS

—HELPING DONNIE WITH DELUSIONS HCS

— DONNIE X SKATER READER!

— DONNIE X MALE! GOTH STONER READER HCS

JIMMY LIVINGSTON

Nothin yet

MCR AUDIO LIST

GIDEON GRAVES AUDIO LIST

MCR + GIDEON GRAVES AUDIO LIST

DONNIE, PILOT AND JIMMY AUDIO LIST

BLOODSUCKER SERIES.

PLAYLIST

PROLOUGE

Kinks im fine with

I will write…

Smut

Fluff

The occasional angst (not a big fan)

Pretty dark fics if i have an idea i really like, ex: kidnapping and yandere themes > I HAVE A BLOG FOR THIS NOW ! :3 : @rdiowxdeaddove

Poly x reader relationship, Ex: frerard x reader, rikey x reader

Kinks that arent illegal and dont gross me out :) rn i have no idea what that entails

I will NOT write

Fem readers

Scat kink

Age gaps that are illegal

Pregnancy fics

Angst without comfort/a good ending (i dont know i just dont like them)

Vore (i feel like that speaks for itself no?)

Definitely not major character death man im a crybaby

Most drugs, HOWEVER marijuana is fine cause i have the most experience with it and cigarettes are also fine cause i grew up around a bunch of cigarette smokers.

Selfharm or suicide, i dont read thoes fics let alone feel comfortable writing them

💧🐕🦇💚🦴🌹🧩🩺🕯️🧟‍♀️👾 ,🦈🎸,🫘👽 🐾 🪰, 💣‼️,…

I don’t write for female readers at all.