Since you're gone my empty arms have nothing left to hold

So basically none of my longer things was on my regular computer, I couldn't be bothered to turn on the netbook and so I just figured let's fill some bingo squares.

Title: stop your frantic fingers
Pairing: mild Roland/Eddie, but it's... very platonic.
Rating: PG13 with reservations
Words: 1480
Spoilers: for The Drawing Of The Three, though just the first part of it.
Warnings: look at the prompt I used. So basically, one of them doesn't have two fingers and the other is in heroin withdrawal. There's some phantom limb syndrome going on. Also, second person POV.
Summary: “Man, you lost two damned fingers, not your hat. They’re… fuck, I dunno, a part of you, maybe? You’re allowed to miss them. Hell, you’re even allowed to call them Smith and Wesson and mourn them and come to terms with the fact that they’re in some of these things’ stomachs instead of just touching there. Which, if you forgot, or as you’re ignoring, won’t help you.”.
A/N: for sevvy23 because she had the awesome idea to suggest DT drabbles to fulfill my quota of mini_nanowrimo for today. And I just looked at prompts and this came and idek what it is but I hope it's decent? Using for my kissbingo square body: hands and for my hc_bingo square loss of limb/limb function, which btw is canon, so if you read the books you know what it's about. Title stolen from Nick Cave in a moment of desperation.

( It’s easy to ignore them. The secret is not thinking about it. )

Ha. Yeah, I'm branching out. *iz nervous* Also, still nine prompts free here.

Title: Staring Into An Abyss
Rating: PG13 mostly for language
Pairing: Roland/Eddie (from The Dark Tower)
Words: 1031
Summary: Then he just goes and asks Roland who he is one day, out of mere exasperation and feeling like his stomach has been turned inside out, and the answer is your destiny and it’s fucking terrifying.
Disclaimer: they are King's, not mine. If they were mine, TDT would have featured at least one triangle.
A/N: for reckess who wanted Roland/Eddie and unknown. This time I don't have excuses because I did write them before so if I completely missed the point throw me all the rotten tomatoes you wish. Spoilers for the first half of The Drawing Of The Three and directly inspired by the awesomeness that is my icon. Or something. Also, third person = easier than first person. Random fact: I re-read the shuffle parts of said book and oh God, Eddie Dean, I love you forever. Every time I re-read any part where he's in he just gets more awesome.

( He thinks he’d kill for some methadone right now, except that he doesn’t think that he’d ever find it in this blasted place. )

Title: You First
Rating: PG? Maaaybe PG13 but not really.
Pairing: Chris/Gordie (from The Body)
Words: 1209
Summary: It had been his idea to open the application answers together since they were bound to arrive more or less at the same time, even if a couple of days after we had agreed about it he had started to say it had been mine.
Disclaimer: they are King's, not mine. It'd have ended differently.
A/N: for astra2104 who wanted Chris/Gordie (well, she wanted gen and I saw slash as usual, so my fault) and letter. This'd be me trying to do the first person thing of the short story and it'd also be the first time I write those two, so uhm, go easy on me? *hides* Also, blatantly ignoring the part where he said they weren't gay for each other in high school. Sure, uncle Steve, sure. BTW: they're eighteen here. No, I don't slash twelve year olds usually.

( “Man, you’re getting ridiculous. Just open the fucking thing already, won’t you?” )