Hey hey hey, some of my toughts on this versions of Donnies.

song inspired | ceilings by lizzy mcalpine

author’s notes: a quick drabble that i thought had potential.. i imagine living in insolation takes its toll on the mental, the song is pretty cool <3

word association: hallucinations, touch-starved, out of reality, projecting, imagination…

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Donnie watched as the credits rolled once more. It was his favorite movie. The real one. Not the one he told his brothers. This one was his, this one was special. Just like you.

He turned his head to the side to see you passed out. You could never stay awake when it got this late. You were kinda cute.

His hand went up, he wanted to brush your hair back. He wanted to skim his fingers along your cheeks. He wanted to touch you.

But he held back, his hand dropping back in favor of closing the laptop. He didn’t want to wake you up. He settled back into the pillows that were piled up behind him.

This was enough, he thought as he placed the laptop on the bedside table. You here with him. Comfortable enough to sleep. You were kinda cute, and his heart jumped as if to nod along in agreement.

He got as close as he dared. Inching closer to your side. Your hand was above the covers. Maybe he could.. reach out.. touch there.. hold your hand. And as he reached out once more he felt his chest tighten.

Don’t.

It was a sudden thought. One that surprised him. One moment he had been building up the courage just to reach out and now his mind was telling him to do the opposite.

Move back. You’ll ruin this. Don’t do it.

He blinked as he watched you breathe in deeply, turning over closer to him. You had touched him. Knees coming up and knocking against his leg.

He swallowed.

That was all it took, his hand went out on its own accord. Brushing away your hair like how he had wanted. How he had wished to do.

He leaned down, kissing your forehead. Murmuring how much he loved you. His eyes closed once more, breathing in, before moving back.

And when his eyes opened you were no longer there. Not beside him.

You were there on the screen though. And the credits started to roll once more. His chest panged.

This was his favorite movie..

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