For people who sleep with only sheets I have a question for y’all. How are you able to get a good nights rest without being weighed down by pounds of blankets?
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”Tumblr’s hatemail game is insane” actually I think y’all just leave anons on and highlight obvious bait that should have been immediately deleted in a completely whackadoodle quest to make Content out of it
If “don’t take the bait” is praxis, this website is an industrial fish farm, and it’s actively making many of you more miserable
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JANUARY MICROFIC (2) — SAFE
@steddiemicrofic | PROMPT: hole | WORD COUNT: 404 | Rated: T | CW: Sad Boy Steve, Hurt/Comfort
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It’s like a fucking hole in his chest, a weight that he can’t ever carry.
He’ll never be enough. He’ll never be smart enough for college, worthy enough for a scholarship, romantic enough for Nancy, good enough for his dad.
‘You’re going nowhere, Steven. You’ll amount to nothing.’
It was playing on a loop in his head.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.
Sure, he helped save the damn world a few times, but you can’t put that on a college transcript.
Steve's eyes flick to the door. Someone’s knocking—he should probably get that. He should, but he won’t. Robin is out of town and Dustin can come back later.
He pulls the blanket over his head, turns into the couch—needs to turn off the noise.
The knocking stops, but to Steve’s dismay he hears the lock on the door clinking open.
He knew giving Dustin a key was a stupid fucking idea.
“Dustin. Go. Away.” Steve huffs from his blanket cocoon.
“Not Dustin.”
Eddie.
Steve flops over to face him, the top of his head barely popping out from under his blanket nest. “What are you doing here, Munson?”
Steve watches as Eddie clutches at his jacket, directly over his heart. “Reverting back to last names, Harrington? You wound me.”
If Steve cracks a smile, that’s between him and the blanket he’s hiding under. He rolls his eyes before pulling the damn thing away from his face.
“What are you even doing here, Eddie?”
He watches as Eddie’s gaze flicks to his shoes and then back up to meet Steve’s. “Dustin said your parents came back yesterday—I checked for another car before I stopped by and only saw the bimmer. I just—“ Eddie’s eyes flick up to the ceiling, as he runs a hand through his hair, “—thought you could use a friend.”
Well that’s—that’s not what Steve was expecting. He can’t hide the soft smile that creeps across his face this time.
“Sure.”
They end up watching…something. Steve’s not entirely sure what it is. He’s too busy listening to Eddie go on and on about dungeons and dragons.
His ramblings only calm when Steve plops his head down on Eddie’s shoulder. He pauses, before wrapping his arm around Steve’s waist, pulling him closer.
“I’m sorry things are heavy right now.” Eddie says.
Steve hums. The hole in his chest shrinks just a little.
“It’s alright. I think things might be looking up.”
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Imagine being loved. imagine bringing a smile to someone’s face. imagine being the shape they look for in a crowd. imagine they way you arrive in their thoughts unprompted. imagine the way they laugh, remembering. imagine being loved. imagine being adored. imagine pulling the sun down to give it to them in your smile. imagine being their constellation. imagine it. imagine the way they smile around your name. imagine the way every step becomes lighter if you are by their side. to be loved to be known to be adored. imagine. to be loved.
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