#i haven't written in so long

[thefloorisbalaclava]

Simon doesn't open up to many people. He finds it better to remain emotionless around other people. He did not want pity. He didn't want to hear "Everything is going to be okay".

He wasn't sure if it was his way of responding to any sort of trauma. He doubts anything would ever be as bad as what he had gone through long ago. The thing he had never shared with anyone.

Until you.

You sat across from him, tears staining your cheeks, as he finished telling you everything. It was like a weight off his shoulders, but he was also worried. He didn't want pity. He didn't want you to treat him any differently now that you knew his deepest, darkest secret.

He hated to see you cry, but he also felt a sense of relief from those tears as if you were shedding the tears that he should have long ago.

When you stood, his stomach dropped. He was sure you would walk out, disgusted by what he told you. Hell, he knew he felt disgusted with himself. It's the very reason he hides his face, the reason why he doesn't look in the mirror unless he really has to.

He felt his shoulders sag as you stood there. But he tensed up again when you approached him.

"Stand up," you told him, and he did.

Then... you wrapped your arms around him. He stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do.

Then you said it. You said the words that would just about bring down every brick in the wall he had built around himself.

"It's okay to not be okay," you murmured as your head rested against his chest.

His arms seemed to move of their own accord as they slowly, hesitantly, wrapped around you, hugging you back. You let out a small sob and he let out a silent sigh of relief. He gripped the back of your shirt tightly, holding himself back from crushing himself against you.

He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so good, so relieved. He wanted to stay like this forever.

"Thank you," he mumbled without even noticing.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty #i haven't written in so long #sorry if this is cringe #headcanon

[im-a-marvel-ous-hoe]

Baby, Please Come Home | Bucky Barnes (1st Day of 🎄)

(Credits to the owner of this gif!)

Hello hello hello! Alondra here! I haven’t written anything in a long time, so I apologize if this is shit lol I’m doin a 12 days of Christmas sort of thing and I’m praying that this doesn’t flop 😅

Christmas Masterlist <- check out my other holiday fics! ✨

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“Merry Christmas, doll.” I heard Bucky’s voice through the phone, his tone in a slightly higher pitch than usual. I smiled to myself as I sat down on the couch, startling Alpine for a moment as she was just starting to fall asleep. She yawned and stretched out her little white paws in front of me, her claws peaking out as she started to climb onto my lap. The princess has spoken. Looks like I’m gonna be stuck here for a little while.

“Merry Christmas, Bucky.” I spoke. The realization that we’re not spending Christmas together this year comes fluttering to the front of my mind no matter how much I've tried to ignore it these past few weeks. The only sense of warmth I have of him in our house is some old shirts he left behind and our baby Alpine. She’s quiet and craves cuddles, just like her dad. “It uh… it doesn’t sound as good on the phone as I was hoping than in person, does it?” He chuckled out, trying to find a way to lighten the mood. I shook my head, forgetting for a moment that he couldn't see me. “No, it does not.” I replied, clutching my phone close to my ear trying to imagine that he’s here right in front of me and his voice isn’t so staticy.

“You want to say hi to Alpine? She’s right here.” I looked down at the small animal on my lap as my hand began softly scratching her head. “Of course I do! Put her on.” I placed my phone on the arm rest and pressed the speaker button on my screen. “You’re on speaker, baby.” I heard him shuffling on the other end of the line before speaking up. “Alpine? You there?” The cat’s ears turned up and looked towards my phone. “You takin’ good care of your momma?”

She stood up and leaned closer to my phone, inspecting it. It’s like I could see the cogwheels in her head turn as she wondered how she could hear her dad’s voice if he wasn’t here. “She’s been keeping me company.” I smiled and heard him laugh on the other end. “Really?” He said. I could almost picture him smiling. “Yeah! We’re best buddies now. We have so many intellectual conversations.”

“I can’t wait to see it in person. I gotta get Sam to help me figure out how to take a video so I can just do it without messing up when I get home.” I chuckled at the thought of poor Sam having to deal with Bucky’s lack of phone knowledge and the constant bickering they’re bound to have. I swear, sometimes he really does act like a 100-somethin’ year old man. “Sergeant Barnes, you are something else.”

“Hey, you know I still have trouble understanding! I didn’t grow up with this kind of thing.”

“Then how is it that my grandmother is able to figure out Facebook better than you?” I laughed as he grumbled. “Your grandma had more time to figure it out! It’s not my fault she’s hip.”

I could just imagine what his face looks like right now. His eyebrows are probably scrunched up, his gaze is on the floor and his lips are pouty and just waiting to be kissed. I let out a chuckle and looked around our house. The decorations were put up soon after Thanksgiving. We played Christmas music in the background as we both decorated our tree, Alpine seeming to think this is another place for her to climb and make hers. Once Bucky put the star on top, everything just felt perfect, even though I knew I wouldn’t see him on the day of. “I’m really sorry that I wasn’t able to be there this year.” He said. “I tried my best to – ”

“Bucky, don’t worry about it. It’s okay, I completely understand. Our line of work doesn’t exactly allow us to have vacations, sort to speak. I’m not holding it against you.”

“I know, doll, but still. I thought I would at least be home for Christmas.”

“I know, baby, I know but there’s nothing else we can do about it. We’re in two different places and flights are backed up, so I guess we’ll just have to make due with what we’ve got.” I could feel tiny vibrations on my leg as Alpine purred against me, my hand not stopping to show her love. She seems content. He sighed and spoke up once again. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

I smiled. “I know you will.”

He cleared his throat as if he was trying to mask the sound of something. “Bucky… was that.. were you in a – ”

“Baby, did you get the thing that I sent you yet?” He cut me off as I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Um.. no, no I haven’t. I haven’t gotten anything.” He let out a groan. “No? Are you sure? FedEx promised me it would arrive in time for Christmas.” Alpine leaned in closer to my hand as I scratched the top of her head. “Doll, can you please do me a favor and keep an eye out for it? It could be arriving any minute.” I smiled to myself as I nodded. “Okay, I will.”

“I wanna hear as you see what I got you for Christmas.” I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Bucky, you know I will love whatever you got me, but what I really want is you and I don’t think FedEx can send people over like that.” He let out a laugh. “Maybe they’d let me if Steve was to put in a good word.”

“You’re such an idiot.” I laughed and Alpine stirred in my lap, a quiet reminder for me to not move or else she’s gone and she’s the only thing in this house keeping me company. I could hear him huffing on the other line as I tried to figure out what he’s doing. “Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“Where are you?”

“What do you mean where am I? You know where I’m at.”

“No, I mean are you outside? I could hear you huffin’ and puffin’. Are you trying to keep warm?”

“Maybe there’s another reason why you can hear me breathin’ so hard. I’m talkin’ to a pretty girl on the phone and she misses me just as much as I miss her.”

I stayed silent for a moment as I processed his words and gasped. You cheeky little fucker. “James!” My outburst along with Bucky’s laugh startled Alpine once more as she got up and left. “No! Kitty come back!” I could hear him practically wheezing in the background as she left to God knows where in our house. “What happened?”

“You made me scare Alpine out of my lap!” I whined as he continued to laugh at my expense. “Hey, you were the one who got the joke late and yelled, scaring our poor baby Alpine! That’s not my fault!”

“It is too! If you hadn’t made that joke, I wouldn’t have reacted that way!” I’m sure my face must be red from embarrassment as he continued on. “And to answer your question, with no hidden dirty jokes, I went out for a walk. I couldn’t stay in that hotel with Sam trying to find ways to decorate my arm with holiday decorations. Note to self, don’t let Sam buy tinsel and say it’s for the “tree at the Stark Tower”.”

I smiled at the thought of Steve being in the middle of these two teasing each other like children and not knowing which side he should take. Hearing his voice, even if it’s not crystal clear, makes me forget for a moment that he’s not here. There’s almost this sort of echo in the house that really makes you feel like you’re alone. It still breaks my heart, but I wouldn’t tell him to make him feel even worse about it. He’s trying his best and that’s all I could really hope for.

But I do wish he was here. Wherever Bucky goes, that’s home.

“Hey, I’m gonna take a wild guess here and say that you didn’t take the trash cans in like I asked you to.”

I was silent for a moment as I thought about what he said. “You didn’t, did you?” I shook my head and spoke. “Um no, I’m pretty sure I did.” I tried to lie and pretend like I didn’t forget, which in fact I know I did.

“Oh, really? Hmm… are you sure? ‘Cause something is telling me that you forgot.” I smiled and leaned back more into the couch and got comfortable. “I know I tend to be forgetful, but I’m pretty sure I already took them in.” I heard him chuckle. “Alright, alright I’ll believe you. I know you wouldn’t lie to me, baby..”

“Trying to put the guilt trip on me even when you’re not here, baby?” I laughed and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. “I’m just stating the facts.. oh, hey, one second! I’m getting another call. I’ll be right back.” I waited for him as he placed me on hold and began to browse through Netflix to look for some good Christmas films to watch.

Before I could go to my suggestion list, I heard the doorbell ring.

“Weird, wrong number…” I heard his voice once again as he took me off hold. “Hey, I just heard the doorbell ring.” I spoke as I went to stand up. “It’s probably FedEx. Go check it out and take me with you!” I stood up, grabbed my phone and went to go and find a sweater to quickly put on. “Just uh do me a favor.” He requested. “Sure, baby. What is it?”

“I know you’re lonely at home, but try not to check out the delivery man too much, okay? Even if he is very handsome.” I laughed and shook my head. “Ohh, I don’t know Barnes. I gotta see what kind of a package I’m lookin’ at here.” I joked as he laughed. I walked over to the front door and opened it. My body stood still as my phone fell out of my hands.

“Delivery, for Mrs. – ” Before he could even finish the sentence, I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me. I could feel and hear him laughing against me as his arms embraced me tighter into him. I could feel the cold air from outside come into the house, but I didn’t care. He was warm and he was standing at our doorstep.

He pulled me back so he could look at me and I could see a sheen of tears in his baby blues as he leaned down for a kiss. Both hands cupped my cheeks as he held me in place, his cold lips meeting my own. He’s grown out his stubble and it lightly tickled my top lip. I reached my hands up to tug at his hair and felt him smile against me as soft moans of content left his mouth. He pulled away too soon for my liking and looked down at me and laughed.

“Did ya miss me, doll?” I pulled him in for another kiss as he mumbled against my lips. “I can hardly tell.” His metal hand moved a strand of hair away from my face as he continued to smile at me. “But… how are you here? You’re supposed to be in – ”

“I know I know but we managed to finish the mission early and catch a flight. Turns out, Steve doesn’t mind using the Captain America card to get on a plane while running late.” He chuckled. He rubbed small circles on my cheek as I leaned into him. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.” He leaned in to grant me one more kiss before pulling away to make a comment. “I know it seems hard to believe, but I made you a promise that I will try to be home for Christmas and I keep my promises… unlike someone I know who didn’t bring in the trash cans.”

Fuck…

“Oops? You’re not upset, right?” I asked as he shook his head. “No, baby I’m not upset. I could care less about them. I’ve just gone and gave myself the best present a guy could ask for… the love of his life, crying and cheeks reddened in his arms, clinging to him with all the might they can muster..” He laughed as he held me against him.

“I’m here and I’m not going anywhere… now let’s get inside, get a warm drink and see if we can warm ourselves up with each other.” He winked as I playfully slapped his arm. “Let’s go surprise Alpine.”

“Ahh! That’s right!” He walked in and yelled out. “Alpine? Daddy’s home! Where are you sweetheart?” I closed the door behind us and smiled at the thought of him finally being home. He took off his jacket just as she came out from wherever she was hiding. He crouched down as she walked up to welcome him home. “Hey, you. Ya missed me?” He chuckled as he looked up at me.

“Doll?”

“Yeah?” He smiled up at me, his cheeks rosy as he uttered, “Merry Christmas.”

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I hope y’all liked it! Please let me know your thoughts! Likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #christmas imagine #Bucky Barnes christmas #Bucky Barnes Christmas imagine #12 days of christmas #12 days of ficmas #please go easy on me #i haven't written in so long #i hope y'all like it #✨🎄✨🎄

[kuni-loves-me]

This is just a little clip of the first chapter from a Velvet x female reader/OC (idk yet) that I'm making.

Tell me about what you think!

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Loud Cheers.

That's all that could be heard. The sound of screaming, clapping, stomping. It rang in your ears. The shouts of fans screaming their idols name in hopes of being noticed.

It hurt my head...

But in reality, I was just like them. I was screaming and jumping in excitement. I was pushing people out of the way to get better views. I was waving my hands and shouting their name... I wanted to be noticed.

A crazed obsessed fan.

But it was useless. It always was. To them, I was nothing more than another background character. Another person handing them money only so they could continue to ignore my presence and miss me every time.

God, it wasn't fair. I'd do anything to have their attention... To have her's. To have her beautiful blue eyes locked on mine. To hear her beautiful voice directed to me, and me alone. To be the reason she smiled...

Was that too much?

Probably. But what did I know? I was only 17. A silly, love-sick 17 year old willing to do anything to get the attention of the woman she loved.

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It's just a small clip. I wanna continue but I wanna know what everyone thinks first.

Is it bad, good? A good intro? Any mistakes? Yada yada. Js any kinda feedback would be nice.

Thank youuuu. 🫶🫶

#velvet trolls #velvet and veneer #velvet #velvet x reader #velvet x oc #trolls veneer #veneer #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls 2023 #trolls obsessed rn #trolls #i need more velvet content #i love Velvet so much #I'm genuinely so obsessed #give feedback #i haven't written in so long #rock oc #pop x rock #wlw #velvet is gay in this #can't convince me that she isn't gay anyway #gay #lesbian #lesbian couple #I'm writing this shit on Wattpad

[ohsostarryeyed]

and what if i just started writing a jegulus/wolfstar modern day au fic? with trans regulus and genderfluid sirius? and black siblings angst? but a happy ending?

what then?

#i haven't written in so long #but i have Ideas™️ #marauders #dead gay wizards #jegulus fic #wolfstar fic #marauders fandom #marauders fan #marauders fic #fanfic #trans regulus #genderfluid sirius black #thoughts from the mountaintop

[dollishrelic]

♡A Y/n like Yae Miko♡

♡.Character(s): Cater Diamond

♡.headcanons(kinda?) Might be ooc, but I tried

♡.Reader is Gender Neutral/can be platonic or romantic

♡.Reader is based on Yae Miko from Genshin Impact

♡. Note: I had this in drafts since last year lmao

Caters first impression of you was a memorable one. Aside from seeing his Housewarden turning a gradient of red to purple with rage, he was surprised you had the guts to still be grinning in front of him. It was quite a sight to see Riddle be anraged already by yet another transfer student.

He certainly asks a lot of questions about where you are from and is interested in the customs and foods you have in Inazuma. Make sure to write down every single detail since you'll soon see a lengthy post about you on his Magicam page. Naturally, he would need to keep track of each new transfer student at the school.

"Locking herself away in the Plane of Euthymia, it's as if she was putting herself in timeout. She was stubborn trying to hold the belief, yet it was cute as well."

"Hm? What? Do you want me to call you cute too? I suppose I can, but only if you ask nicely."

Within a couple months of you settling in, you're definitely his favorite gossip buddy, always in the loop of all the new rumors and details going around campus. You help him keep track of new topics that he may have missed. It's like you truly do have eyes and ears everywhere, actually on the topic of ears.

Cater likes the way your ears bob as you walk. It's cute to him, along with your ears, it holds the hypnotic chimes of your vision dangling from it. He's seen his fair share of different ears, but yours appear unique. You always manage to catch him staring, allowing you to attack him with teases.

"You like how I wear my vision, don't you? Dear me, don't shy away now. You've already gotten this far. Might as well ask the question. Go on, we have all the time in the world right now.

I can see him attempting to accessorize similarly to you. Specifically, he would provide you with several ear cuffs or earrings to wear to stay current with fashion. Maybe matching bracelets might also be fitting with custom charms on it, and perhaps matching phonecases can accompany that.

In the middle of PE, it was when he noticed that you never had your tail in eyesight. Which honestly confused him, he spent the entire class questioning where did it go or what happened to it. He really thought you didn't even have one until you cleared up the misconception.

"So, you want to see my tail? Alright then, close your eyes and count to 10. Pfft, you really thought I was going to show them? In your dreams."

He was definitely disappointed to open his eyes to seeing nothing out of the ordinary. At this point, he might as well photoshop one on you.

The first time, you saw Cater's clones in action. The first thing you thought was 'He'd be useful for the Publishing House', but sadly, that idea was shut down by riddle. It seems he is holding a small grudge against you from your first interaction.

"Tsk, Tsk what a pity. I would have loved to snatch you up for the Publishing House. But it seems your housewarden doesn't like to share."

Despite his repeated attempts to catch you off guard for the camera, you consistently seem to be one step ahead of him. It doesn't matter what kind of setting you're in—a kitsune like yourself is very photogenic. The images of the two of you together and of you tend to circulate more on the magicam website due to both of you having the same energy in photos.

Cater is not exempt from your jokes and pranks. You take pleasure in watching him wriggle in his seat and make an effort to divert his attention away from you by using his phone. He is aware that you are still wearing a smile. That's right, this is a great method to kill time in class.

Despite the continual taunting, Cater appreciates your reliability and thanks you for that. His academic progress is always maintained by you, notably in his literature class. You, by his side, ensure that he never becomes sluggish of attempt to find an easy way out. Though he can't help but feel uneasy in the pit of his stomach on days when he must ask for your assistance. Especially with essays.

"I see, so you've come to me for help. What do I receive in this exchange?"

"I can-"

"Hm? What? Your loyalty? Ah yes, I would very much like that. Start by assisting me around the publishing house; I won't take no for an answer.'

Needless to say, Cater had a lot of rewriting to do. The essay should be interesting for the teacher but for her as well.

"I still can't see how adding a love story and a boss battle is a key detail...when we're researching about Dwarf's Mines."

"Well, the writing should at least be entertaining, but fine, Since you want to keep it as historically accurate as possible; let's see what you come up with."

#I don't trust myself with grammar lmao #i haven't written in so long #RomiiWriting! #twst x reader #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #x reader #cater x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x y/n #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x gender neutral reader #twst x gn reader #x gn reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader

[a-round-of-robyns]

first microfic! i've had really bad writer's block recently so hopefully this will help me get back into the swing of things

01/03: rugby; wc: 453; @jegulus-microfic; mentions of alcohol/people being drunk

Regulus could hear the noise of the party leaking out of the door as he approached the room where it was being held. He originally wasn’t going to go, seeing as he tended to despise loud settings where the majority of people there were drunk or on their way to being so. However, when he had gone over to James to congratulate him on winning the rugby final, James had turned his big deer eyes on him, asking Regulus to go to the party.

“For me, love. Please?”

And how could Regulus resist? So here he was, standing at the entrance to the room, scanning it for a glimpse of his boyfriend. After his second look around, he spotted Sirius dancing in the middle of the floor and, sure enough, James was right next to him. A crowd of people surrounded James and Sirius, all watching them appreciatively as they moved their bodies to the music.

Regulus caught Remus’ gaze from where he was leaning against a wall on the opposite side of the room to him. He made his way over to Remus, dodging drunk students and picking up a drink for himself on the way. Regulus joined Remus, leaning against the wall next to him. He nodded at Regulus and went back to watching Sirius dance, eyes roaming up and down his body. Regulus followed his line of sight to his own boyfriend dancing like nobody was watching. James’ eyes were closed, but after a while they opened, and he looked directly into Regulus’ eyes. Regulus allowed his gaze to drag up and down James’ body and then made eye contact, angling his head so that he was looking at James through his eyelashes. Regulus held a hand out and made a ‘come here’ gesture that James immediately complied with.

“Reg, you made it!” He said as soon as he reached Regulus, grasping the hand that was still held away from Regulus’ body.

“I told you I would come, didn’t I?”

James placed a kiss on the hand he was holding and looked at Regulus adoringly, “You did.”

Regulus pulled James closer to him, wrapping his arms around his neck. “You wanna get out of here?”

“But I’m having fun.” James protested lightly, pressing his forehead against Regulus’

Regulus looked at him, allowing his lips to pout slightly in a way he knew James wasn’t able to resist. “I can think of something even more fun that we can do together? And there won’t be people looking at you, thinking they can have you.”

James’ pupils dilated even more than they had been already, the black almost completely swallowing the hazel of his irises. “Whatever you want, love. Lead the way.”

#theo writes #writing #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #microfic #jegulus microfic #i haven't written in so long #and then i ended up writing this during a lecture #go figure #this is not edited and i wrote it in maybe half an hour

[alliesway]

i posted it.... 🫢

#and now i'm going to sleep because i'm scared lol #i haven't written in so long #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc #911 season 7 #alice speaks #alice writes

[decorativetrashbag]

Prove You Love Me

You've been apart of the Straw Hat crew for a while now. The crew has welcomed you in with open arms, and everyone was happy you were there with them. One night, during a Straw Hat party, you, Nami, and Robin were discussing how Sanji was giving you extra attention since you joined, not that you minded. You reveal that it's even led up to him asking you out, the only thing holding you back is his trust and knowledge that Sanji's a total womanizer. Nami, in her ever brilliant scheming brain, and you figure out a bet. In order for Sanji to go on date with you, he must only flirt with you, no other women, for 2 whole weeks. If he succeeds, he can take you on the date. If he fails, he has to flirt with not only the girls of the crew, but the guys as well (well, except Chopper. obviously). Sanji agrees to the bet and you shake on it. Will Sanji last the 2 weeks and surprise everyone? Will you fall for him completely? Or will he slip up before he get's the chance?

Part 1: the Bet is Set

Read it now on ao3! Part 2 coming soon!

#vinsmoke sanji #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #one piece #sanji x reader #sanji x female reader #sanji x y/n #sanji x you #sanji fanfic #sanji vinsmoke #one piece fanfiction #archive of our own #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #i haven't written in so long #be gentle

[strawberryloveyyy]

Phases of the moon

Little girl, your doe eyes

View the world

In colour, as vivid dreams

Awake you when you sleep

Fun figures of drawn shapes

Thoughts of love and fate

Keep you up in the night with the moon

Things you love are what you consumed

Little girl, how do you

Do the things that you do?

Hold your temper, hold your tongue

Never say anything you deem wrong

People push, people shove

Yet you had only shown love

You're up at night with the moon

You don't know it but you're being consumed

Little girl, you're not so little

You've grown to be very brittle

You feel guilty when you cry

And you are not so sure why

Your words are now aimed

To anything that you can maim

You cannot bring yourself to care

For all the things right and fair

You're up at night with the moon

You can't help but not be true

#poetry #poems #moon #girlhood #The phases of the moon #i have an obsession #with the moon #and rain #but hey #original poetry #poem #writers of tumblr #i haven't written in so long

[thefloorisbalaclava]

I keep thinking about König never really getting a chance to celebrate his birthday. No cake, no balloons...none of it. So one day you decide to surprise him. You know he's not good with crowds so it's just you two.

You surprise him at the door and you swear you see his eyes widen a little. You slip a party hat onto his head and he looks at you, confused.

"What's this?" he asks.

"A party hat," you say.

He chuckles. "I mean all of it..." He gestures towards the small table where a cake with a candle sits.

"A birthday party!" you say excitedly. You grab his hand and drag him over to the table then light the candle. You make him sit as you sing Happy Birthday to him. When you're done, he sits there for a moment then looks up at you.

"Make a wish and blow out the candle, my love," you tell him. You walk over to the other chair and sit down. He stares at the candle and then closes his eyes. You rest your chin on your hand as you watch him. When he finally blows the candle out, you applaud.

"Do not ask what my wish is," he says before you can even speak.

"I wasn't going to," you lie.

"Will you help me cut the first piece, please?" he asks and you gladly walk over to him, placing your hand over his. In the blink of an eye, he pulls you onto his lap and you yelp.

"We're holding a knife," you scold.

"I would never let you get hurt," he tells you and you know it's true.

"Thank you," he says quietly, wrapping his free arm around you tighter. "Thank you."

"Happy birthday, König."

[Masterlist]

#könig #call of duty #this sucks #i haven't written in so long

[sheepyweepy]

You were both laughing over a joke Belphie cracked about Devildom housing prices. Beel was about to go into his next deadlift set but he was weak from laughing, crouched over the bar.

"As if we could even afford a house in this economy in the first place. The bank wouldn't even approve us for a mortgage," you finally manage to say, wiping a tear from your eye. It was as Beel was standing back up properly, and you were about to head for the water fountain when Belphie said something that made time slow.

"Well, hey, if you both get married, you'd for sure be approved. Solution: marriage of convenience." Belphie snickered.

It would be a lie to say you hadn't thought about that. After the long fight with your own feelings, you were losing the battle to your growing crush on the gentle giant. The same man who froze for just a second. Just like you did. Your eyes met for a split second.

And then your comedy coping skills kicked in.

"Hahaha, yeah, right, I want a marriage with love," was your stilted response between forced laughs, and you quickly scurried away to get water.

"You don't need love for marital benefits," Belphie called after you but there was no one to hear him.

Beel was lost in thought cheeks flushed and eyes trained on where you'd been. With a shiver, he pushed down the red climbing up his cheeks and got back to his workout.

Meanwhile, your bottle was overflowing as you wondered if that had been too forward.

#obey me! beelzebub #obey me! belphegor #obey me! minific #i haven't written in so long #a bit rusty and spur of the moment

[here-queer-jointpain-severe]

if I have written fic for the first time in years and RWRB fic for the first time ever, where do I find a beta? 👀

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #rwrb fic #help i have no idea what i'm doing #i haven't written in so long #this fic might actually be trash? #imposter syndrome

[1-800-cuupid]

i have to write for this dol mod i'm working on but i'm so worried that i'll write the named npcs ooc

#i haven't written in so long #im scared lol

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I humbly request fic prompt #26:

“i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

For Papa Miles. 😈

Against the Window

Beta read by the lovely @littleredwritingcat

Glorious gif by @putonyourbathingsuits

This is the first thing I've written in years. Please take it easy on me, haha. Without further ado, I bring you Miles smut. 3.2k words

"Will you relax for once? Have a drink and mingle," she replies , "and stop worrying about your shorts. You look great."

"l can't believe I let you drag me here," you groan to Alex, tugging at the short shorts you are wearing in an attempt to cover more of your exposed thighs. You hadn't expected this many people to be here when you allowed your neighbor and friend talk you into going to a "small get-together", which was obviously a very not small pool party.

You sigh and stop fidgeting for the moment and look around to see if you recognize any faces. "Is Hank even here? I thought you guys were done for good this time." You look at her watching as she scans the crowd herself, pulling you towards the shaded open bar by the ridiculously large pool.

"He said he and Mi--" she stops as she realizes her slip up and you pull your hand from her grip, placing it on your hip instead.

"Miles? Really?" You glare at her as you order a drink, forcing a smile at the bartender.

"Come on, give him a chance. He likes you."

"So that's what this is about then? Not you and Hank. You're trying to set me up with Miles. Again." You accuse, your voice raising higher than you intended and you noticed other party-goers beginning to stare. You wince and lower your voice as you take your drink. "And if he likes me so much why didn't he call after that night we spent together? He just ghosted me."

"I don't know. Try talking to him about it," she suggests. "He's a really great guy, actually. If Hank were half as considerate as Miles we would probably still be together."

"I don't think giving a woman the best orgasms of her life and then pretending it never happened is very considerate, Alex." You chug the rest of your drink and order another. You decide if Miles shows up you'll get to speak your mind and if not, well, you'll just get drunk and make the most of the night.

_______

Forty-five minutes and two drinks later you're sitting next to a guy who calls himself "Clint", though you're fairly sure that's not really his name, as he tells you about the time he "met Mike Tyson at a strip club and beat him in a round of poker." You resist the urge to roll your eyes and internally curse Alex for stranding you to go off with some guy she'd been flirting with since shortly after you'd arrived.

You chance a look around to see if you can spot your neighbor when instead you notice another familiar face - Miles - headed directly your way and he absolutely doesn't look happy, especially when "Clint" suddenly gets brazen and sets his hand on your knee.

Just as you're about to push this jackass' hand off of you, Miles slides up and slings an arm around your waist and shoots the man a glare.

"Thanks for keeping my woman company, but I'd advise you take your hands off before I do it for you," Miles says, pulling you closer. You nearly push him off of you, indignant that he thinks you can't take care of yourself. But then Clint backs off immediately, his hands raised in defense.

"Hey man, she didn't say she had a boyfriend." His words come out slurred and you wince as he stumbles out of his stool and mumbles something about "not looking for any trouble" as he heads towards the poolside.

Miles relaxes his grip on you but doesn't pull away entirely and you turn to finally look at him properly; his thick salt and pepper hair has grown since you last saw him and his beard seems a little thicker. What you notice most, with a deep blush, is his open button-down shirt revealing his tan, toned chest and stomach. When your gaze slides back up to his face, you notice he's looking at you as well, though instead of a blush, he's wearing a smirk.

Breaking out of your daze you push his arm off of you and take a step back, making his smirk vanish and his thick eyebrows draw together.

For a moment you're not sure what to say so you simply stare, anger and confusion obvious on your expression judging by his own silence.

Finally you speak: "What's up Miles? Here to fuck and run again? A little wham bam thank you ma'am? Once wasn't enough?"

He has the decency to look ashamed, clearly at a loss for words. "Can we just, I don't know, talk? Inside I mean; too many drunks out here."

Against your better judgement, you nod in agreement. No matter how angry you may be, something about this man is irresistible to you, so you find yourself following him inside and up a flight of stairs when the lower floor appears to be crowded as well.

Miles leads you to what appears to be an office, with sparse, expensive looking furniture and a lot of windows along the walls so that you can clearly see the party going on below. You consider sitting down but you don't know how much time you're willing to give him just yet, so you simply lean against a wall opposite the windows and wait for him to speak.

He paces for a moment, then stops in front of you and gives you a weak smile. "I know I fucked up. I've never been good at anything other than one night stands, so when I realized I actually cared about you I just... freaked the fuck out. I thought if I ignored it then it would go away--"

"For you, you mean. You obviously didn't give two shits about how I felt, did you?" You spit out the words as you poke him in the chest.

He glances down to where you're touching him and steps even closer, and you can now smell his aftershave and cologne, which has more of an effect on you than you like. "I'm an asshole, I know. But I want to do better. I want to try," he says, "with you." He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and leans down to press his forhead to yours.

"Please, just... give me a chance."

The rational side of you knows you should shove him off of you, and run back downstairs; just call a cab and go home, crawl in bed and forget this night ever happened.

Instead it feels like you're glued to the spot, so close to him you're practically breathing the same breath, the warmth of his skin seeping through your clothes. Everything about him seems to overwhelm you; his scent, his broad shoulders and his deep brown eyes peering intensely into your own and you feel absolutely paralyzed with desire.

You open your mouth to respond, but you're not sure what you want to say, so you just look at him, feeling what little resolve you had left break. If this turns out to be another disaster, you'll survive. All you know now is how badly you want him. Right now.

You're both breathing heavy, staring at one another as if daring the other to make the first move. You slowly slide your eyes down to his mouth, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. That proves to be his breaking point, as he pulls you towards him, one hand on the back of your head, the other on your lower back. He crashes his lips into yours, his teeth clanking almost painfully with your own. Wasting no time, he slides his tongue into your mouth when you gasp, bringing your hands up to rest on his shoulders as his hands slide down your body and firmly squeeze your ass, forcing a moan from the back of your throat.

He pulls you firmly against the growing bulge in his shorts and you moan again, grinding into him to hear him groan your name. "You drive me crazy," he pants into your ear, his warm breath making you shiver, and you feel yourself getting wetter from the sensation.

The way this man affects you...

"Miles, please," you say, though you're not sure what you're begging for exactly.

"Please what, baby? Tell me what you want," he says, a taunting edge in his words.

"Just touch me," is all you can manage, dragging your nails down his chest making him hiss in response.

"Oh, I'm going to touch you alright." He slides his nose across your cheek, kissing his way across your jaw before leaving wet, open mouthed kisses down your neck as he slowly sinks to his knees in front of you, backing up just enough to look up at your heaving chest and lust-blown pupils .

"Take everything off," he demands. Something about his submissive position mixed with the authority in his commands makes you feel dizzy with lust. "Keep your eyes on me," he adds as though he can tell you're really into his game.

You bite your lip, feeling a blush rise across your cheeks as you slowly slip off your clothes starting with your shirt. Just as you're about to remove your panties he places his hand over yours. "Not yet," he says, his eyes traveling over your body. Your eyes flicker behind him self-consciously as his gaze slides from your face to your neck, to your breasts and abdomen, and he slowly leans in. "I told you to look at me,” he tells you, and his voice has shifted. All in all, you’ve always thought of Miles as a fairly laid-back guy, but in this moment, he sounds direct. Demanding even. The change in tone does something to your bones, and you can’t tell if you’re still standing upright, or sinking.

"You're gorgeous, perfect."

He presses his lips against your stomach, making you tremble as his beard tickles deliciously at the soft skin. Miles never breaks eye contact as he slowly kisses his way up, finally landing on your left breast and wraps his lips around your nipple, tugging lightly with his teeth and then firmly sucking it into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" You can't help but throw your head back at the sensation, and he grabs your waist as though he can tell you're about to lose your balance.

He stops all movement until you look back down at him at which point he tells you're a "good girl" and returns his attentions to your other, neglected breast. You thread your fingers into his thick hair and shiver as he drags moan after moan from your lips, his mouth kissing, nipping and sucking your breasts, collarbone and stomach.

Just when you think you can't take it anymore and you feel like screaming at him to stop the torture, he leans in and huffs a hot breath against your clothed pussy, and drags his tongue over the thin cotton barrier. "So wet already," he whispers, clearly able to see the wetness through the material. "I've hardly even touched you yet." Part of you feels embarrassed but that quickly passes when he begins dragging your panties down with his teeth.

He gently guides you over to the chair against the window and encourages you to sit and pulls your panties off your ankle, his eyes immediately landing where you're spread open and glistening. He groans as he licks his lips and leans in pressing his open mouth to your inner thigh, biting down just hard enough to sting and again you find your hands in his hair, tugging slightly which only seems to encourage him.

You look over at the open window, knowing that at any moment someone could look up and see what you're doing; what you're allowing Miles to do to you in a stranger's home.

You've never really considered yourself an exhibitionist, but at the moment the idea sends a thrill right through you, and you feel yourself growing even wetter at the thought of someone watching as Miles slides his head closer to your throbbing center, sliding his tongue over your thigh on his journey upwards.

Miles smirks as though he can read your mind, and he slowly slides his hands up your thighs before lifting them over his gorgeous shoulders.

"You think they're watching? I bet every man here wishes he could do what I'm about to do to you; make you come so hard you forget your own name." You glare at him, though his words seem to carry a hot jolt of distilled lust straight through you – like good whisky down your belly. Instead of wasting your energy with coming up with a witty retort, you grab his head and pull him closer. "So fucking do it then," you challenge. You feel his chuckle more than you hear it as he finally drags his tongue from your opening all the way to your clit, sucking briefly before pulling back and adjusting your thighs and placing his hands on your hips to hold you in place as he sets to work.

At first he runs his tongue up and down in lazy motions to tease, but soon he brings up his right hand to spread you open and before circling your clit in rapid pace. Your hands don't know where to land: his hair, your breasts, the armrests of the chair so you alternate, moaning his name, even louder when you feel him slide a thick finger into you, quickly followed by another. You all but shriek when he sucks on your bundle of nerves and curls his fingers to hit just the right spot and this time you tug his hair harshly, which seems to spur him on as he moans nearly as loud as you and sucks even harder, nearly to the point of pain. Your thighs are shaking, your toes are curled, your back is arched and you're almost there when... he pulls back, leaving you confused and more than a little angry.

"What the fuck, Miles?" You glare at him, even as he licks the remnants of you off of his fingers and leans closer to your face, his nose nudging yours.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm nowhere near done with you." You want to tell him to forget it, frustrated that he cut you off right at the threshold of what would have surely been an earth shattering orgasm, but then he slides of his shorts and your mouth waters at the sight of him. Long, thick and just curved enough to reach all the best spots.

"Come here," he says, stroking his cock as he watches you with hooded eyes. "I'm gonna take such good care of you."

You stand on shaky legs, and your eyes widen as he leads you towards the window, looking down at you with a question in his eyes. "Tell me how you want it," he presses his body firmly against yours as you try to process what he means.

"Wh-- what?" You think you know where this is going but you're still not sure how to say it.

Miles chuckles, slowly turning you around so that you can see the remaining party-goers drinking, swimming and laughing. He sucks your earlobe into his mouth, lightly biting down while reaching down to slide his fingers though your soaking wet folds. "I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it. And I think you want that too," he adds.

There's no need denying it. There aren't too many people left -at least whom are conscious- but still, the thought of being watched thrills you in a way you never imagined. Without responding you place your hands on the window, arch your back and flash a grin at him, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

His already dark eyes turn nearly black as he growls, placing one hand on your hip to pull your ass closer to him and sliding two fingers into your heat with the other. "That's my good girl," he praises pumping his fingers hard and fast as you moan, watching as a man jumps into the pool and another laughs at his friend's antics.

Your attention is immediately returned to Miles as you feel him remove his fingers and immediately replace them with his much thicker cock. You yelp and scratch at the glass, hoping like hell it holds up because you're pretty sure you're about to get the pounding of your life.

"Oh fuck, Miles," you groan, readjusting your hands on the glass and trying to balance your legs enough to where you're not entirely leaning on the window. While being throughly fucked wouldn't be the worst way to go, you'd rather not fall through a window naked into a crowd of strangers in the process.

Miles moans your name, his face pressed into your neck as he praises how "unbelievably tight and wet" you are, his hand sneaking around to rub harshly at your clit as he slams into you harder and faster.

"You take my cock so well," he tells you, his voice raspy, "like you were made for it; like this little pussy was made just for me." His words make you clinch and he hisses, squeezing your hip and rubbing your nearly overstimulated clit even harder. You're absolutely certain that you're going to have bruises for days to come.

Your moans start to come out louder and you glance down outside, and you swear you see someone watching but you can't care when Miles reaches his free hand to wrap loosely around your throat.

The wet sounds of him pumping into you and his hips slamming into your ass are vulgar enough but when your moans turn to actual screams of his name, he places a hard pinch to your clit and your whole body tenses up before you fall apart in his grasp, his arm moving from your throat to wrap around your waist to hold you upright and to make sure you don't fall through the now fogged up glass. Your vision goes completely black as your toes curl and your hands reach back to tug at his curls as you thrash against him, nearly wailing at the intensity of your orgasm. He continues to pump into your spent body one, two, three more times, pulling your hips firmly against his as he spills inside you with a loud groan and a whisper of your name. "Fuck baby, you're amazing," he tells you, sliding out of you slowly, rubbing a hand down your back.

You turn to look at him, the post orgasm high flowing through you as you wait to see what happens now. Miles leans in and kisses your forhead, then your nose and smiles sweetly at you. "Now that we've given a bunch of strangers a show, you wanna go get dinner?" He asks, "or would it be breakfast at this time?"

You just laugh. "Actually I was thinking we could just go back to my place." You say, turning around as you hear commotion outside and notice a small crowd has formed to witness your activities.

"Encore!" You hear someone shout and you're sure you're blushing down to your toes.

"Yeah, let's get out of here," you say, "now."

#hamish linklater #miles (you can't say no) #hamish linklater x reader #miles x reader #smut #hamfam #go easy on me hamfam #i haven't written in so long #but my need for haim smut was so strong #i encourage you to objectify his characters too

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Bucky wakes before dawn. Hand slides to the other side of the bed and finds it still achingly empty. He props himself up on a elbow, ears straining to listen as eyes adjust quickly to the gloom of the streetlamps. He does not know what triggers the little alarm bell to sound in the back of his mind, but he knows better than to disregard it. 

Silently, Bucky pads barefoot out the bedroom, into the hallway. He makes his way step by cautious step down the stairs, still listening and hearing nothing. But he does not reach the bottom before he is able to make out a silhouette slumped down beside the door. Bucky calls his partner’s name in a near whisper as he reaches for the light switch. 

An exhausted groan sounds at the flooding of the light. Sam waves a hand in a vague gesture to return to darkness as Bucky inhales sharply. Sam looks absolutely wrecked. Bucky jumps the last two steps and makes his way quickly to the other’s side.

“What happened?” He asks as Sam covers his face with his hands. Hands hover on the verge of touch.

“Swear these bad guys get tech upgrades faster than we do,” Sam replies in a muffled voice. “Never saw the damn thing coming.” 

“I’m taking you to the hospital.” Bucky is already reaching for his jacket but stops short as Sam grabs his hand. 

Head shakes slowly - tenderly. “It looks worse than it is. I promise.” Sam forces a smile. “Just help me up, would you?” 

Bucky gently hauls Sam to his feet, lips pressed tight when the other cannot suppress a small whimper. And slowly, Bucky helps Sam limp his way to the couch. 

Between the two of them, Sam has always made sure their medical supplies stay well stocked. Bucky’s had enough practice to make short work of his patch job and, when done, presses a cool cloth to Sam brow to sit on the floor while the other stretches out along the couch with a quiet sigh.

Bucky brushes his hand along Sam’s forearm, kisses the hand that lifts to brush battered knuckles along the curve of his jaw. And he tries not to think of worse case scenarios or admonishments of reckless behavior. He takes the moment as is, content to lay his hand on Sam’s chest and feel the steady heart beat against his palm.

#sambucky #i write things #i haven't written in so long #winterfalcon #fanfic

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Eddie fix-it fic I'm working on because I can't cope with him being dead. (PT 1)

Some things in life are simple, easy. The year was 1986, late August. It had been about five months since the fight with Vecna/Henry/One. Max was still comatose, and according to the doctors, essentially braindead. Eleven had tried everything to get her back, but she couldn't find her. It was as if her mind had been erased. Lucas kept visiting her nearly every day, insisting that one day she'd wake up and he wanted to be there for her when she did. School had started a week ago, and now the kids were juniors in high school. Jim Hopper, Joyce, Jonathan, and Will Byers were back, although Hopper remained hiding in his old cabin. He had explained that it'd be difficult to come back and explain where he'd been for the last eight months. Everyone that had remained in Hawkins had welcomed Joyce and the boys back with open arms of course, but the town was basically in ruins. Some buildings still functioned, trying to work as if the massive earthquake hadn't happened five months ago, dividing Hawkins into four pieces. But moving on was hard. So many homes had been destroyed, so many lives lost. Many former residents deemed Hawkins irreparable, and simply moved on, starting new lives in different cities. The residents that did stay, try as they might, continued to live normal lives. As normal as it could be. The massive trenches from the "earthquake" were deemed too unstable to build over and there were fences surrounding them, preventing people from getting too close to the perilous edge.

At least it didn't glow anymore.

The Upside Down gate seemed dead, the orange and red hues not making an appearance since three days after it had formed and Hawkins was showered in the ash. No one had been able to figure out why the ash had fallen, luckily many people assumed it was just ash from the fires that had been spread. But the group knew better. It wasn't a good sign.

It had been five months, though, and nothing else had happened. When she wasn't in the hospital trying to find Max, Eleven tried nearly every day from the safety of Hopper's cabin to find Vecna, but her efforts were fruitless. If it weren't for Will, they would've assumed everything would be ok. But Will kept saying that Vecna was still alive, still fighting. He could feel his presence. Mike was unfortunately in denial, saying that since El couldn't find Vecna it had to mean he was dead. That had led to a massive fight, unfortunately, and the results had divided the party. It seemed that their party was over. With Lucas glued to his seat in the hospital next to Max's bed playing Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush on repeat, Will and Mike's fight, El trying every single day to find someone, Dustin had no choice but to try to do something. He'd tried to keep the party together, tried to get Mike to get his shit together and apologize to Will, tried to be supportive of El by bringing her snacks and comics as a way to help her relax somewhat, sitting with Lucas for a few hours at a time. But his efforts seemed futile.

The only ones who seemed to be somewhat normal and had their shit together was the teenagers. Nancy and Jonathan were still together, although the relationship seemed strained. Robin and Steve refused to date, most likely because Steve was being too much of a little bitch to actually ask her out. They both had lost their jobs at the video store, due to it collapsing into the Upside Down. They now worked at the grocery store, volunteering on their days off to help with the disbanded party. Steve kept his babysitter role and was very serious about it. He and Dustin seemed to be the only ones trying to keep everyone together. He and Dustin unfortunately didn't hang out much anymore, Steve always making excuses to be alone. Even Steve couldn't get through to Mike, and had given up trying months ago. It seemed like Steve had given up on a lot of things, but tried to be there for everyone all the less. It seemed like everyone had given up.

"Vecna would want us to be separated!" Dustin had insisted. "That way we couldn't help each other-"

"Oh my god Dustin!" Mike had yelled outside Hopper's cabin. It was April, about a month after everything had happened. "Vecna is dead! He can't come back, he won't come back!"

"How do you know that?" Dustin had demanded. "Will says-"

"Fuck what Will says! El can't find him, so he has to be dead!"

"Mike, you weren't there! Steve and Nancy and Robin all said that there wasn't a body. He's still out there." Dustin was getting angry now. Everything was stupid. This whole situation was dumb. They shouldn't be fighting like this, they had to stick together.

"Maybe he crawled off and died?" Mike had insisted. "El can't find him. According to Nancy he had been lit on fire and she shot him like a dozen times with a sawed off shotgun. No one could survive that! Hopper said that he killed the demodogs with a gun, Vecna couldn't have survived."

"Mike! You. Weren't. There. You were hiding out with Will and El in a pizzeria, you didn't even go to the Upside Down. Things work differently there. If Will says he can still feel Vecna then that means he's still out there." Dustin was getting fed up. Mike and Will needed to make up, Mike needed to get his head out of his ass. As much as Dustin would love for Vecna to be dead and for them to live their normal lives again, it didn't look like that was the case.

"Maybe Will was just sensing the demogorgon, or maybe the Mind Flayer. El can't find Vecna. If he was there she'd find him." They were just going around in circles.

"Mike-"

"No, Dustin. I'm done. I'm going back and sitting with Eleven." Mike had then turned around and went back into the cabin, slamming the door shut and leaving Dustin standing alone outside, the chilly spring air clinging to his exposed hands and face.

That was four months ago. Mike refused to talk to Dustin, barely tolerating his presence when he came by to hang out with Eleven and check in on her. Dustin tried to talk to Will, too, but even he didn't want anything to do with the old group. He had locked himself in his room, and according to Jonathan didn't even leave his room unless it was for the bathroom or grabbing something to eat. Even then, though, Jonathan had said that most of the time he'd only eat if he or Joyce brought him something. They had moved into a different house, the old one having been destroyed during the splitting.

Suzie was still a safe space for Dustin, the two of them still talking every night on the radio. Most of the time it was just Dustin venting about his friends and the shitty situation, leaving out some details. He didn't want her to get sucked into their shit show. She would give logical, sound advice that Dustin completely agreed with, but he knew his friends didn't think the same way. Tonight, however, Suzie wasn't able to talk for very long. She apparently got in trouble for skipping her chores and her radio time was going to be limited to once a week for a month. Dustin didn't know how he was going to manage. They were only able to talk for a half hour before she had to go, leaving Dustin alone in his room.

The silence was unbearable, so he had taken his mom's record player into his room. He was slowly gathering a small collection of vinyls, mostly some popular songs as well as a few metal ones. The metal ones being thanks to Eddie Munson.

Eddie…

Eddie had died in the Upside Down five months ago. He had given Dustin the most metal concert ever, playing Master of Puppets by Metallica to distract the demobats and draw them away from Vecna's house while Steve, Nancy, and Robin attacked him. Unfortunately, despite the awesome job they did of fortifying Eddie's trailer, they weren't able to seal everything off. Dustin had managed to get through the gate, but Eddie had stopped, slicing the rope and gaining the attention of the demobats. He had saved Dustin, saved Hawkins from the demonic beasts. Giving his life in the process.

"I love you, man."

The words ached in Dustin's chest. He got up from his bed and siffted through his record collection, deciding to forego his vow of silence on a school night. He found the record he was searching for, pulling it out of its sleeve and setting it up. He hit play and his room was filled with heavy guitar riffs, drums beating methodically. He sat on his bed and closed his eyes, remembering just how awesome it had been with Eddie standing on top of the trailer, putting his soul into the instrument. The red lighting, the vibration from the amp tickling his feet and spreading up through his body. The pure energy that filled the air and himself. Listening to the vinyl didn't have the same effect on Dustin as it had when Eddie had played it, but the song made him feel somewhat closer to him. But the song wasn't the only thing he and Eddie had.

He reached over to his bedside table and opened the drawer, sifting through it until he came across a polaroid. It was a picture of the Hellfire Club, the members posing and smiling at the camera. He stared at it fondly, his eyes stinging with tears as a couple silently fell down his cheeks.

"Never change, Dustin Henderson. Promise me?"

The tears came harder, dripping down onto his lap as a soft sob wracked his body. His hand holding the polaroid trembled. His chest aches, his eyes stung, his throat was tight. Everything hurt.

A soft knock came from his door. "Dusty?" His mom's soft voice came from the other side. "Dusty, sweetie, are you ok?"

"Y-yeah, Mom." He so blatantly lied, his voice thick with tears as his shoulders shuddered.

"Are you sure? Do you want to talk about it honey?"

"N-no. I just… I just wanna be alone." He managed.

"Ok sweetie. If you need me I'll be in the living room. Goodnight baby." He could hear his mom's footsteps quietly leave. He sat there, turning his attention back to the picture of his friends. He wished he could go back in time, go back to when he had first joined the Hellfire Club. He wished he could go back even further, to when he and Mike, Will, and Lucas had been fighting the demogorgon, with the only consequences being their characters losing HP. He still needed to give Will those comics.

Suddenly his bedside lamp flickered. Once. Twice. Three times. Dustin wiped his face off, his eyes wide. His heart stopped, and he scrambled to grab his radio from his desk as the light kept flickering. Not again. Not again.

He was about to speak into the radio, his eyes trained on the lamp, when he paused. The light stopped flickering. Then it started again.

Tap tap tap.

Pause.

Tap, tap, tap.

The three flicks were drawn out.

Tap tap tap.

Then went back to being quick.

There was another pause, before the light started flickering again. Three quick taps, three drawn out ones, then three more quick ones.

Morse code.

SOS.

Dustin blinked as the light kept flickering, buzzing. He set the radio down, walking slowly over to the lamp. The taps continued, pausing each time after spelling out SOS.

"... Eddie?"

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #dustin henderson #im sad so im writing this to feel better #i haven't written in so long #many years actually