Little Glowing Stars Glued To My Ceiling

I am light, I am love, I am the Devine feminine. I am the moon and the stars, I am pressed flowers in between pages of your favorite book.

I am rage, I am violence, I am a hatred for all of mankind’s creations. I am an unmerciful thunderstorm, I am the smell of rot.

My profile changes appearances often, it’s still me…

Fiction key at the bottom <3

watched it yesterday but couldn’t smoke one until 20 minutes ago bc it’s been 100+ (im American that’s like 40ish I think) degrees FOR A WEEK.

Donnie Darko x reader

This is technically a continuation but it can be read as a one shot with no context. (Warning the 1st 2 parts are wayyyy darker)

Something a little different, was supposed to be a comfort/fluff but it’s kinda angsty.

Major spoilers for The Outsiders (like a majority of it is just passages straight from the book, which are obviously not my creation and I don’t claim them to be :) also talks abt a main characters death. I really didn’t want him to be sad for no reason lol.

1.1k words/5 minute read time

Once you and Donnie started officially dating, you would start hanging out regularly. Not every day, but regularly.

Today you met at the park near his therapist’s office, you usually wait for him to get out of his appointment, then you’d walk together to the park.

Donnie was sat up with his back against the tree you were both sitting under, you lying on your back, your head in his lap.

“Do you know where we’re at?” He says, rummaging through his backpack, having to unzip both pockets before finding what he needed.

He has been reading ‘The Outsiders’ to you. You were more of a movie girl, but insisted you had to read it with him for the first time.

“Somewhere in the middle of chapter 9, maybe?” You said, unsure of your answer.

He nods, that sounded about right.

“Middle of…” he flips through the pages “Chapter 9, Tim Shepard and company were already waiting when we arrived at the vacant lot alongside one of the gangs from…”

He starts fidgeting with a strand of your long hair, twisting it and rolling it between two of his fingers.

You close your eyes, listening to him describe the gang member’s appearances. It was something about the way he read, the cadence, his tone, the way he spoke the outdated slang like he used it every day. He didn’t change his voice, not really.

He just made it sound like his lived experience, like Ponyboy Curtis himself was reading his journal to you.

You open your eyes, just for a moment to make sure he hadn’t truly been switched.

Donnie looked down at you, widening his eyes slightly and smiling down at you, emphasizing the sentence he was finishing before moving on to the next.

You close your eyes again, trying to focus on the story, but you start dozing off.

“‘We won!’” Donnie exclaimed, jumping forward, you startle.

“He was going to have a black eye and there was a cut across his forehead. ‘We beat the Soc’s,’” he said quieter this time, a ‘sorry’ thrown in between stifled laughs.

“Dally stood beside me quietly for a minute, trying to grasp the fact that we had really beaten the Soc’s.” He smiles and leans back onto the tree.

You close your eyes again, this time making sure you’re listening as he recounts the story.

“…several people yelled at us, I think because we were pretty wracked up lookin’, but Dally had nothing on his mind but Johnny and I was too mixed up to know anything but that I had to follow Dally.”

“When we found the guide to Johnny’s room, the doctor stopped us. ‘I’m sorry, boys’…”

Donnie trails off, furrowing his brow. His eyes dart further down the page. Then he continues where he left off

“I’m sorry, boys, but he’s dying.” He looks to you, still processing what he had just read.

“‘We gotta see him,’ Dally said and flicked out Two-Bit’s switch blade, his voice was shaking. ‘We’re gonna see him…’” Donnie continues reading the full passage.

“… we’re all proud of you, buddy.’” Donnie chokes on his words, only faltering for a second until he continues,

“His eyes glowed. Dally was proud of him; that was all Johnny ever wanted. ‘Ponyboy,’ I barely heard him..” Donnie blinks rapidly to try and stop himself from tearing up. He clears his throat.

You turn your head away, crossing your arms as you start tearing up yourself.

“I barely heard him,” he says stronger, this time, “I came closer and leaned over to hear what he was going to say.”

He pauses again, his eyes fully filling with tears this time, “‘Stay golden Ponyboy, stay gold.’”

Donnie closes the book and puts it at his side. You both look out towards the park, which itself is covered in golden sunlight making it even harder to digest the written words, and think silently.

You close your eyes, you listen to the birds chirping, a mourning dove fittingly sings louder than the rest.

“I didn’t think…” You look up at him as he starts to trail off again, his lip quivering.

He furrows his brow again and shakes his head, laughing in disbelief. “I guess I just didn’t think he would actually die.” At that, he completely breaks, looking towards the sky and putting one of his hands over his mouth.

You sit up and turn towards him, you watch him for a moment before he brings his knees to his chest and puts both of his hands to his face, elbows propped up on his knees.

“Donnie..” You put a hand on his shoulder before he breathes out a shaky sob.

You position yourself next to him, back against the tree and slide an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in towards you.

He allows himself to cry for a few moments while you plant soft kisses on his face and head, then he collects himself.

“Shit,” he says, sniffling, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why this is hitting me.” He laughs at himself and clears his throat.

“I’m sorry.” He reiterates, he goes to pick up the book, he hesitates.

His eyes fill with tears again, he leans his head back against the tree. His eyes dart around wildly before he collects his thoughts.

“I think it’s just therapy,” he looks towards you, eyes red. “It’s got me more sensitive, thinking too deeply or something, you know?”

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask, worry written on your face.

He looks back up with a laugh, “No, not really.”

You’re both silent for a beat, “What if we switched?” You asked

He shoots you a confused expression, “What if I read to you?” You explained, “Would you like that?”

Before he can answer, you use your sleeve to wipe away his tears before patting your thigh and telling him to “Get comfy.”

He readjusts so that he’s lying on his side, knees bent, with his head on your thigh. He closes his eyes.

You run one of your hands in his hair quietly for a while, attempting to soothe him. You read the rest of the passage as gently as you can, as if that would dull the blow.

You feel him shrink as you describe the boy’s reaction to Johnny death, you start using your spare hand to rub his shoulder and back.

He’s completely relaxed, or maybe just exhausted, finally, a few minutes into chapter 10.

I have such a good idea for this but I’m nervous it’ll be bad bc I never read or write fluff lmfaoo.

The first one (nsfw)

Also if you like what I write and have any requests my inbox is open🫀

Finds astrology really interesting but finds it corny when people take it super seriously

Talks to himself

Hates incense because he gets an instant headache from the smoke but loves how it smells on others

Favorite season is late fall especially when it’s raining (I used to live like 2-3 hours away from middlesex VA and fall is absolutely gorgeous there I MISS IT 😭)

Loves the smiths and wham! but wouldn’t EVER admit it

Loves reading aloud to anyone who will listen

Pen bitter

Oh absolutely but I kinda wanna do a few short(er) stories around the premise of being Donnie’s girlfriend but I only have 3 ideas so far…

Donnie gets drunk at a party and breaks in again but this time she home alone.

They skip class to go get 🍃 (her first time) in her room

She invites him over to actually study but he keeps getting “distracted”

I’d really like more suggestions, I want to move away from intoxicated sex bc I feel like I’ve written it so much recently and it’s starting to feel like I’m 13 and I learned a cuss word, Yk?

I’m gonna aim for like 500-1.5k words but they’ll probably go over lol 😭

Also I’ve written MORE, generally less horny (don’t get me wrong there’s a few in there but more normals ones), head cannons that I’ll post after this.

Main character is having an incestuous relationship with both his living sister and the schizophrenic hallucination of his other dead sister who killed herself for seemingly no reason.

And the only other plot line is his relationship with his secretly gay best friend. This has absolutely no relevance tho don’t worry.

I think in the pursuit of making a “psychological drama” we’ve just made a (very pretty mind you) confusing and scandalous movie.

And there’s absolutely no information abt it online. Anyways it’s free on tubi.

Part 1

Stalker!Donnie Darko x reader

(Continuation of Dreaming of her + Includes: stalking, SA, bondage, brief knife play, unprotected PIV sex, forced orgasam) 🔞

2.6k words/11 min read time



Donnie wakes up on Monday morning, the weekend a blur of cable tv and daydreaming about his girl.

He spent all weekend anxious to know her answer. He tried to call her house at some point, but no one picked up.

EVERRRRRR

ACCUSE ME OF USING AI

Not only am I working on it, I’m 75% done with the rough draft and it’s 2.1k words lol.

Also tysm I’ve been writing for a really long time as a hobby, I used to carry a 15ish page (front AND back) creepy pasta fan fiction in one of my binders till I lost it before finishing it. I like writing tee hee.

Pt. 4 FINALLY

Part 3 old part 3 rewrite

2k words + 🔞🔞🔞

I feel like this might be worth the 13 monthish wait???

(Possible TW: he’s mostly sober and she’s completely gone but consenting)

It was almost January until you talked again.

After he had driven his friends and then himself home he lay down in bed and thought about the night, he occasionally looked down at his arm.

He dreaded texting you, he dreaded the anxious feeling he would get waiting for a response and he absolutely refused to be rejected.

So he just ignored it, ignored you.

Through the start of the school year, through Halloween, through thanksgiving and Christmas.

Part 3. (Rewritten)

Part 2 part 4

1.2k words

There wasn’t much I wanted to change abt this one so merry Christmas AND happy birthday

(My bf bullied me into writing so thank him lol)

Kevin had almost reached the front door when he heard,

“You’re not leaving yet, are you?”

He turned his head towards the living room to find her looking straight at him with an over exaggerated frown on her face.

The same face he was cumming to not but 60 seconds ago.

“I’m just feeling a little tired, thought I’d go sit in my car” he responded, cautious of his tone and the way he was breathing, he had technically gotten away with “relieving himself” but was still being cautious.

“You want me to come with?”

Before he could even answer Y/N had gotten up off of the love seat to come stand next to him.

Finding officially answering useless, he waited till she was by his side then walked out the front door, her following.

He was hoping not to run into his, by now most likely, obnoxiously drunk friends. He was lucky enough to find they had moved to talking about whatever project car the host was working on in the garage.

They had to walk less than a hundred feet before they climbed into either side of the back seat of his car. He had left it unlocked, no one was stealing his piece of shit Toyota Corolla in the middle of nowhere.

Kevin closed his eyes and put his head back against the headrest, crossing his arms. It only took a minute and a half of uncomfortable silence before…

“Sooo, what was all the touching about earlier?”

Kevin cracked one eye and furrowed his brows at her for only a second before closing it again.

“I don’t know.” Although He said it colder than he meant, he hoped it would deter her, maybe she would even go back inside.

Realistically he didn’t know how to explain it to her, he was hoping she wouldn’t ask. He couldn’t tell her the truth, that he was trying to make her feel weaker than him, lesser than.

“I think you might have a crush on me, Kevin.” She smiled to herself, amused with her own childish explanation.

“Uh huh.” He smirked, unable to hide his similar amusement at her reasoning.

“Well do you?”

He didn’t answer, he couldn’t.

He shifted himself closer to her, finally fully opening his eyes to look at her. but more than that, he looked into her, hoping to make her doubt herself. Hoping she would give up on an answer, but she looked back with the same intensity.

Like she knew exactly why he had done it, as if she was playing the same game he was, like she knew all of his disgusting secrets. Like she knew everything about him and what he truly was at his core.

She was truly oblivious, In her head she was just looking, waiting for an answer. But he let his paranoia get to him.

After a few moments of awkward silence and eye contact, he struck.

He wasn’t sure what exactly had made him do it in the first place. Maybe because what she was saying was right or maybe he just wanted her to stop looking at him like that, he wasn’t even sure himself.

He moved quickly, as if he hadn’t moved fast enough she would escape, never to be caught again.

His lips met hers so harshly he thought he might have broken the skin of his lips on his own teeth. He definitely couldn’t deny her claims now.

She met him with the same aggression, her hand sliding up from his chest to the nape of his neck to lightly grab and tug on his brown-almost-black locks. Leading his head into her own movements, becoming perfectly in sync with her.

Before he knew it she had climbed into his lap to straddle him, one hand stabilizing herself on his shoulder the other still controlling his head.

She momentarily allowed him to breathe, letting go of his hair as she moved onto his neck and collarbones.

He threw his head back and lazily gripped her hips in some attempt to support her as she focused on biting, licking and kissing his neck while simultaneously grinding her hips down on his.

All of the energy he had dissipated from his body, she was more than willing to take charge and he was too tired to fight.

She became bored with her repetitive movements quickly, her hand suddenly moving back to its original spot in his hair.

Moving his head to look at her face to face,

“Are you enjoying yourself?” She said in between hard breaths, previously being too focused on putting marks on Kevin to breathe.

“Mmmmmmm…” he answered not even opening his eyes to respond, his desperate attempt to get rid of his “embarrassment” earlier had finally caught up to him.

“Mmmm?” She questioned, demanding a better answer.

“Mmhmmmm..” barely opening his eyes, finally giving her the eye contact she needed to continue.

“You want more?” She teased.

“Yesss..” he obliged, barely above a whisper. He gripped her hips tighter.

It was extremely out of character for Kevin to be this submissive to anyone, let alone a girl he barely knew, but his exhaustion from hyper analyzing himself and her, along with his mixed feelings about her left him uncaring.

“Take your pants off.” Her lips grazing his as she lifted her full weight off of him in order to make it as easy as possible.

Before he could even get his fingers to undo his short’s front button, they heard 3 sharp knocks on the car window, followed by the giggling of her friends.

She climbed off of him quickly, opening the door and speaking loudly with her friends before his temporary slow mind could even process that they had been caught.

He reclosed his heavy eyes, only for a few moments he thought.

The next time he opened them, she was shaking his shoulder in a weak, but successful, attempt to wake him up.

“My friends want to leave so I guess I’m leaving.” a 3/4ths finished cigarette in hand, the pitch black sky had turned a dark but noticeable shade of blue.

“I could take you home.”

“Your car definitely doesn’t sit six.” She said giggling “and don’t you need more time to sober up?”

He had forgotten about his “drinking” earlier.

“Could I get your number?” He changed to topic, too tired to come up with an argument about how he was totally sober, he knew he’d lose anyways.

“You have a pen?”

It took no less than 30 seconds of rummaging around for him to pull out a sharpie.

She silently wrote the 10 digits on the inside of his forearm before handing him his marker and attempting to leave.

He swiftly and smoothly grabbed the back of her neck and brought her in for one last kiss, earning ooohhh’s and awwww’s from her friends.

Kevin had no idea they were standing there, as she uncomfortably rushed away a feeling of self fulfillment rushes over him.

Though inadvertently, he had made her as self conscious as she had made him earlier.

Part 2. (Rewritten)

Part 1 part 3

1.9k words + 🔞

As you stumbled inside alongside your friends, you see a boy holding a full bottle of blue liquor.

Despite your crossfaded condition, you recognized him from school. He had been in one or two of your classes but you had never spoken before. Friends of friends had hung out with him at some point.

He wasn’t necessarily lanky, he had a bit of muscle on him but not enough to call him fit, he was tall, around 6’0”.

He was wearing a pair of one-size-too-large green cargo shorts and a white wife beater and a flannel with sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows on top. Not what you’d usually see him in but it was almost 95 degrees outside and barely any cooler inside, the AC couldn’t keep up with all the bodies in that house.

Uncomfortably hot, that summer. Even standing there almost hurt. It was so exhausting, you’d be sitting on the counter like one of your friends but you were scared the skin on the back of your thighs might be ripped off if you dared.

You’d always caught yourself staring at people, over analyzing them. This time was different, your gaze was met with an even more analytical vision. Kevin was staring you down, his gaze was much different than yours.

Yours was one of curiosity, after you were done looking you’d most likely not think about him again. He looked at you with judgment, like you were prey, like he was trying to gauge how easy you’d be for him. To do what, you didn’t know yet.

Your eyes met again. The initial collision had made him stop his mission but the second time allowed him to challenge you. His eye contact was a tool for him, to make others submit, to make others prove they were as weak as he thought they were.

You stood there frozen for a moment before your friend makes a motion for you to move into the next room with her.

Kevin’s POV

After the girls had fully moved on into the next room, he continued moving though oddly shaken.

He walks out the back door, the cool air decidedly not helping his nerves.

His hands shaking wildly almost stopped him from unlocking his trunk entirely, he had to take a second and calm himself down to get the key in its hole.

After Celia was born Eva made Kevin start going to therapy for his anger, terrified he would hurt her during an outburst. He had gotten really good at using his therapy skills to make others seem upset and unreasonable and himself calm and collected. Something he used against Eva regularly.

He grabbed a semi warm water bottle out of the back of his car and then slammed the trunk shut. he didn’t understand quite why he felt this way, he hadn’t been caught nor confronted.

Even in that case his body wouldn’t react this way, his heart was pounding in his ears, his breath uneven and shaky, almost as shaky as his hands.

He sat on his trunk, sipping his water. He closed his eyes tight, so hard his head ached at first, before letting up and attempting to control his breathing.

He searched his head for an explanation, along with the tactics he had learned in therapy to manipulate his mother he had learned to identify and explain his own emotions.

He wasn’t scared just nervous, had it been the girl? She wasn’t necessarily physically threatening but she looked into his eyes without the expected discomfort. 

She had sized him up equally as he did her. And that intrigued and scared the living shit out of him.

He slowly walked towards the house, his friends still talking and puff passing with the host on the front porch. 

As soon as he walked back inside he poured himself a vodka soda.

He walked to the living room

“Stealing more liquor?” One of the girls laughs.

He just laughs along with your group, making sure to keep a pleasant facial expression despite how he actually felt. He wouldn’t make himself feel insecure again, he refused to be prey.

Eventually your group forgot he was ever an outsider. Just like he thought, everyone else was too gone to notice him not taking a single sip of his own drink.

Y/N’s POV

Eventually you and Kevin had migrated back to the kitchen alone after you had gone with him to get yourself another drink.

The next time you zoned back in the little green oven clock read “12:07”.

The group playing cards on the couch was finally leaving, you never understood why people would rather drive home drunk than just sleep on the floor for a night or god forbid sober up awake, but this time it benefited you.

“I NEED to go sit down dude.” You say apologetically, interrupting one of the guys story’s.

You both make your way towards the living room, not before Kevin tops up your drink.

You wanted your friend to come sit next to you on the love seat but, Kevin was too quick. He plopped down right next to you, you didn’t really mind, it’s not like he stank or took up too much room, but you couldn’t sit sideways with your head in his lap and your sore legs and feet up the way you planned with your friend. It was fine but annoying, which was, unbeknownst to you, partially his goal.

Someone turned on the tv. It had been a hot, sticky, Indian summer, being on the coast didn’t matter. August had been the worst of all, it hadn’t been below 75 degrees in two weeks.

With half the amount of people in the house the AC had an easier time keeping up, it was able to keep it just barely under 80.

There was a window behind the couch someone had cracked, letting in the sickly sweet floral smell of the milkweed and the thick sent of cigarette and Mary Jane smoke waft in through it, reminding Kevin his forgotten friends had been sitting outside, smoking pre rolls with the host for almost two hours without him.

They could survive without him, he was busy doing something.

Eventually the teens settled on a channel hosting a horror movie marathon, Halloween was only a full two-and-a-half months away.

They were about 20 minutes into the original “evil dead”, you had never seen it before.

Your full attention on the movie, Kevin finally decided what he was going to do.

He put his hand fully on your thigh, it threw you off at first. You looked up at him but he didn’t acknowledge you at all, his ‘full’ attention seemingly on the movie.

He rubbed up and down a few times. Then he squeezed, hard. Hard enough to communicate that you were weaker than him. Not hard enough to hurt, he didn’t want you to call attention to yourself by yelping. His jaw tightened and lip twitched, it took all his energy not to start smirking, he had won. He had made you feel as unsafe and uncomfortable as you made him unsure of himself earlier.

You could not have cared less. He was a cute boy, you had silently acknowledged it, assuming you had absolutely no chance. You, like a normal person, thought this was a sign he felt the same. You would have never thought this was the power struggle he meant it to be.

You adjusted him, to his surprise. You moved his arm away from the soft flesh of your thigh and over your shoulders, scooting yourself closer to him and putting your head on his chest in one quick move.

He smelt clean like soap, deodorant and laundry detergent, like he was a vampire unaffected by the smothering heat. He was unnaturally clean, you couldn’t say the same for yourself.

You hadn’t gotten a chance to shower all day, even after the beach day you’d had with your friend. Sure your shirt and shorts were clean but you had smothered yourself in your “stripper perfume”, some cheap vanilla perfume you’d picked up at Walmart before coming here, to cover up anything else.

“Mmmm,” you sniffed his neck lightly, too cross faded to care about decency, “you smell soooo good.” You whispered in his ear, sending chills down his back.

Kevin, possibly for the first time ever, choked on his words. Clearing his throat and almost inhaling his own saliva to get out a “thanks…”.

He looked down at your red glossed over eyes. He had gotten tense, he had to remind himself to relax, you were just some girl and he had conquered much more than you before.

“I gotta go to the bathroom.” He said shifting out from under you. If you had protested he wouldn’t have known, he walked as fast as he naturally, casually could.

He made his way inside the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

“Fuck…” he exclaimed under his breath.

He was, not fully but undeniably still, hard.

This had never happened before, sure he struggled sometimes with his body language and facial expression, even after years of practicing he had to remind himself and use all his energy not to shoot a dirty look at every stupid comment. But no one had ever made his body react the way it had all night.

He felt sick, he really only had 2 options. Spend a suspiciously long time in the bathroom trying to get soft or try and make himself cum as fast as possible and hopefully be done with it.

“Fuck.” He exclaimed louder this time.

He turned on the sink, undid his shorts and positioned himself over the toilet, he had done this before but this time he was in someone else’s house, this time if he got caught it wouldn’t just be his mother not being able to make eye contact with him for a few days, this could end everything he had worked for. This time he could make absolutely no noise.

He began to slowly stroke himself, he hoped and prayed that she would be too intoxicated or focused on the movie to notice how long he was taking.

He became fully erect quicker than he expected. He began almost abusing his member, focusing on the wall. This wasn’t going to be for pleasure, this was solely for necessity.

He only had to stroke for 30 seconds before he could feel his orgasam arriving. He closed his eyes tightly, bracing for impact making sure to be as quiet as possible. The only thing he could picture was you, looking up at him, only a few inches away from his face.

The pit in his stomach deepened, the thought of you made him sick. Before he could process his disgust, he was cumming. He breathed heavy, almost sighs of relief, as he did.

His left hand reaching above the toilet to the wall, searching for support as his knees buckled slightly under him.

It took him no more than 2 minutes to cum, that wasn’t usually the case.

He hummed as he squeezed the last few pearl drops from himself.

“Fuck.” He sighed.

He hurried up and buckled his pants, washed and dried his hands. He looked at himself one last time in the mirror.

“What is wrong with you?”