Dalkey Stories

Come on skinny love, just last the year. //dalkey texting fic\\

It's Halloween night and no one's asking for much. All Brendon planned to do was play a couple board games and watch a few movies with his friends. All anyone planned to do was have fun. No one's very fortunate, though. No one at all. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi, and welcome to another installment of Jack fucking sucks a descriptions and please read because it's better than I make it sound. lol byeee

On Valentine's Day, most people had traditions. Going out to dinner at the same place. Having a romantic picnic. You know, the cliches. But Dallon, his tradition was going into the old CVS that was right across from his apartment complex to buy Valentine's Day cards. For no one. (Based off of a tumblr oneshot prompt)

In which Mikey Way gets handcuffed to Dallon Weekes and they have to live like that for a week. - This is a Dallkey/Dalkey short story that I lOV e so far. I'm writing a few big stories at the moment that are taking a while so I thought I'd post a book with a minor plot that's just cute. Enjoy!

MAJOR TW - After an unsuccessful suicide attempt, Dallon is placed in a holding cell as a temporary means of keeping him safe. There he meets an overly eccentric, far too confident man with a fashion sense straight out of 2005 and a personality that makes Dallon's brain pound against his skull. Oddly enough, though, he finds his fate entangled with this man's, and he can't rip himself away no matter how hard he tries. - Feeling his gaze, the guy turned to him, smirking slightly in a crooked, awkward manner. His glasses reflected the nauseating fluorescent lights in the cell back at Dallon. "Damn dude, you look like you want to kill yourself." He remarked, amused. "So what're you in for?" "Um," Dallon turned away, staring hard at his hands. He swallowed, "I tried to kill myself."