#tumblr writing

[afyerarchive]

Relapsing, Eclipsing and Reminiscing

I fear your return,

a terminal glistening of divinity;

I fear as the time I mourned resurfaces,

facing me face-to-face with that face of despair.

Kilometric peripherals,

an algorithm I beg to bend,

and no matter how much sunscreen I apply,

I just can't seem to leave my past.

If I could write to my past self,

I'd assure him:

the only narcissistic egomaniac

was the caricatures you'd come to know.

I can only try:

a Fahrenheit to Celsius,

a wannabe Plato,

a confused nomad as to why it's still my fault.

This eclipse was not beautiful,

it was a little script of lies, and discomfort,

to which I found

not even the sun loved me anymore.

[evilrat-sabre]

This isn't about Strawberry jam

I want to ramble on about something I am not so sure about what it is, so I will tell yall a story.

So imagine this; You are 20 years old, you live with your partner in your shared apartment, your partner buys a tiny glass jar of strawberry jam. 

If I pointed at that moment and asked you what it was, I think you would say “Well, it's a jar of strawberry jam” 

Okay now, imagine one week later; the jam was good, but the jar was tiny so you and your partner already ate all of it, holding the empty and dirty jar you realize, wow it has a very nice shape, maybe I can use it as a cup, so you clean the jar and lets it sitting beside your water filter. 

If I pointed now and asked what it was, what would you say? “It’s an empty jar of strawberry jam that we use to drink water.”

Okay cool, nice and practical, lets go forward, Imagine 10 years later… Yea I know a lot of time, but hear me out; You are 30 years old and you had a child in the meantime, this child is 7 years old. 

If I pointed to the empty jar of strawberry jam and asked what it is, you know what they would say? “It’s a glass cup, we use it to drink water.” Do you see where I am going?

Okay now let's go 30 years in the future, imagine; you are 60 years old and this story isn’t about you anymore, no this story is about your grandchild now. Your 37 years old child has a 10 year old child themselves now. If I pointed to the glass cup and asked the same old question, what would they say? “Oh that's a vintage glass cup that belonged to my grandparents, my parents get it out on… special occasions.” Okay cool, it's a vintage heirloom now I guess.

Okay now Imagine; Someone broke it, what would be said if I pointed to the glass and asked you to say what it is?

“This was an empty jar of Jam, we bought it a bunch of years ago and I don’t remember if the Jam was good or not, but it served us well.”

Ok, and If I asked your child?

“Oh, this was an old glass cup that was in my parents house. I liked to use it when we would drink vodka… I think it was older than me. It's a shame it is broken.”

Your grandchild?

“This was a family heirloom. It was older than my parents and I pretended to give it to my child one day. To be honest, the thing was old, it is a miracle how long it lasted.”

The garbage man that will dispose of it.

“Someone threw broken glass in the wrong bin, I will have to put on my gloves.”

[freesia-writes]

Would you please…

Reblog this with your favorite “falling in love for the first time” sorts of moments that you love to read?

All of it — playing a competitive game, getting caught in the rain, realizing things in common, etc. Bonus points if they’re in nature! 🤓💙

[sovksluv]

Eurydice

𖤐 . pairing - death cure!Minho x fem!reader

𖤐 . summary - someone dies basically so yeah

𖤐 . content includes - um major character death !

𖤐 . word count - 493

𖤐 . taglist - @sluttysammyy @delilahandfiction

𖤐 . a/n - sorry this is so short, but i also randomly got this idea (instead of working on all the asks i have 🧍🏻 ) (also thank you for all the asks i have <3 ) REPOST BECAUSE EURYDICE DID NOT DESERVE TO FLOP LIKE IT DID

"no, no, no, no, no. hey-hey. you're okay. c'mon you're okay." he stuttered, inevitable tears leaving burning streaks down his face, though he ignored them. "hey, hey. baby you- you're okay. just-" he inhaled shakily, his breath getting caught in his throat. "look at me, baby. just look at me. you're okay."

he was beginning to believe that the repeating chants were more for him rather than you, the rational side of his brain rapidly failing, eyes constantly blurring and glossing over. Minho held your body close in his arms, his left arm gently cradling your head, which was shaking with his own nerves.

"Minho," you whispered out, barely audible with a sickly paleness to your face, small sticky streaks of blood seeping through the corner of your mouth. there were bullets firing, screaming, shouting, bombs going off, flames exploding from every corner, but the booming sound of his own heartbeat in his head overthrew all other noises.

Minho quivered, mouth dry, empty, despite his head running with thoughts moving thousands of miles a second, quickly flooding in one after the other. he allowed his eyes to droop down to your torso, the metallic crimson already engulfing most of your white undershirt, taunting him with its intensity.

it was unfair. your being had plagued his mind, being the only thing that kept him going. you kept him company in his dreams, distracting him from what they really were - nightmares. but nothing could distract him from this one. this very real nightmare. after six long months of torture, nothing had compared to this. finally being able to hold you in his arms again, only for it to be the last time.

from the moment you reunited, the two of you had yet to lose physical contact, swearing you would never let each other go again. that is why the moment Minho felt your hand abruptly pull from his, he knew it was time. he knew it was over. the ghost of your warmth lingered deep in his soul as the coldness drowned yours, your body succumbing to the inevitable darkness the moment the two of you were presented with the brightest of lights.

your path to forever freedom had been carved, ready for you, yet here you were, on an unexpected secret passage suddenly disrupting your long journey, where your story was coming to an end. the yells of anguish and silent sobs from your friends had no place in Minho's crazed mind, being too occupied yet utterly empty, despite everything he longed to say.

you were so close. one step away from the life you were destined to live together. but fate had been decided, your string had already been cut. and now the small threads of your yarn of life pooled on the ground as the blood seeped from your wound, the shattered body of your lover left to wash away the pieces and walk away without you by his side.

© sovksluv 2024, please do not repost or translate my work! THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT ! ASKS/REQS WELCOME

[gardenerian]

to the thawing wind | 8k | M rating

written for the tropes challenge hosted by @its-a-queer-thing | tropes: dystopian/post-apocalypse, misunderstanding, hurt/comfort

Living and working in the icy chill of an endless winter, Ian and his family are assigned to work the farms to bolster food supply. They live quietly enough, following the rules, until Mickey and Mandy Milkovich (with all their secrets) are moved in across the road. 

read here on ao3

[circusgamer]

"Meaningful digital experiences"

The Amazing Digital Circus, showtime (Caine x Pomni) fanfiction.

A/N: Hello! This is my first time releasing something I wrote to public sight, so I'm pretty nervous haha. I am also not really sure about how to tag this, since I never used Tumblr for doing a post for my writing, so if there is a tag I should use, or anything else I should do, please tell me! Or even just a typo! I may be cringe but I am free. I will avoid using the general tags such as "tadc" and "the amazing digital circus" to avoid flooding the screen with a wall of text nobody asked for lmao.

Chapter one: Pondering

Another day at the circus, Caine thought. Another artificial morning in this simulation of a dreamy, digital-life, he thought, if AIs can think like people. Well, Caine could. He is, after all, probably the most advanced technology in the world. What can't he achieve in his little world of his?

Naturally, understand humans. Flesh beings work different, an incomprehensible algorithm, an enigma he can't solve, yet has to try. And so, another morning comes, and the circus keeps existing, with him inside, and everyone trapped.

What is it that keeps calling for them in the world behind the screen? What is it that makes them prefer a limited world to his circus? Is there something that can't be emulated? There must be, this world is utopic! But, why does everyone feel this dread inside this place? What is it that calls them and makes them want to go home? Oh, that bastard attachment, that ridiculous desire that drives them insane, that can't let them accept this world as theirs! It hurts them, it kills them, it destroys them! And yet they keep coming back to it, they can't let it leave, they must come back to where they once where. But why? Neither of them seems to know why! It's there, and it ends them before they can end it, no matter how much he tries to help!

What is that tie, stronger than their own creations?

Something intrinsic to humanity is what they have, something that he can't comprehend, something that will always call back for them. Foreign, dangerous, but at the end of the day, human. Human in a way he can't comprehend, human in a way he isn't, human in a way...

...

He looked through the window: the sun was there. Even though days don't actually exist, it is still there, smiling and bright. He doesn't remember creating it. If he is not mistaken, the sun has always been there. The moon has too, and Circus itself. He just knows he has a purpose. Everything he created after that is in order to achieve it.

Purpose...

What is the human purpose? Do they have one? He just knows they must survive in there the most time possible, but... What is a human purpose? Do they have one? Are they designated with one? Like him? No, they are the ones that give everything a purpose! They give purpose to sleeping in a world where they do not need it! They give purpose to the adventures! They give purpose to the circus!

Purpose... A purpose, that's all that he needs to find for them. But how can he give them a purpose, him not being human himself?

Ha, he is just running in circles, isn't he? This all come back to one thing. He can't comprehend them, and never will. Must he still keep trying? He fails his own purpose, again and again. Maybe he should be part of Kinger's bug collection. He will just keep failing to succeed at what he is made for. Maybe he and them are alike, after all. Hah.

"Maybe we will all perish after all!" Caine said out loud.

"Caine??? Are.. Are you okay??!" A voice said, with audible concern.

He looked back. It was the newest addition to the circus. Pomni.

End of chapter one.

A/N: Thanks for reading!!! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

[justcallmesakira]

SAKIRAS BACK FROM HER HIATUS!!!

Hi guys, so um i am back! :D Because of my terrible health and overflowing assignments, and tests and my college works i couldnt write for a while or do any of the valentine's sweetheart event! But now its all over finally, though i am still busy since its ramdam and i want to focus on my religion, i will try my best to deliver you my works!

I will set my theme, for this month and open my requests and everything by this week (I will try lol) i will be a bit active these days but i will be completely free after mid-march.

So after i make the RULES and DNI and everything the requests will be open! :D

Feel free to send me a ask or dm if somethings the probelm thank you all for the support!! :3

[dreamsinthewitchouse]

For the ask game! Okay I think you'd never write... a royalty au, a historical au, and an mpreg au? Hahaha I am digging through my spotty memory to think of aus you've mentioned disliking 😂😂😂

Hahaa yes, you remembered! And I was totally gonna try my hand at a historical AU, but then something happened and this just jumped out of my brain? Trust me, nobody is more surprised than me. 🤯

College Steve & Bucky, TW for mpreg & discussion of abortion

(Also, you're welcome to send me tropes you think I wouldn't write!)

Steve is sitting at the foot of his bed, alternating between fiddling with the frayed edge of his sleeve or gnawing at his thumbnail, already jagged and bitten down to the quick. 

Bucky has been in the bathroom for what feels like hours, though it realistically can’t have been more than a few minutes. Steve lets out a long breath, forcing his hands down by his sides. He squeezes his eyes shut and begins counting backwards from one hundred. 

Eighty-six, eighty-five, eighty-four.

The lock clicks, and Steve opens his eyes. 

Bucky steps out, looking anywhere but at Steve. He drops the test stick into a trashcan by the desk and slumps down on the bed. 

Steve doesn’t need to see what the test says; it’s written clear as day in the dejected slouch of Bucky’s shoulders, in the way his face has been drained of all color. 

“Jesus fucking christ.” Bucky leans his elbows on his knees, his head bent low. 

“Buck.” 

“You don’t have to—” Bucky clears his throat, running a hand over his face. “It’s okay.” He lets out a slightly hysterical laugh. “I mean, obviously it’s not okay, but it’s gonna be. I’m fine.” 

“It’s okay if you’re not. You don’t have to be fine.” Steve shifts a little closer, turning sideways so he’s facing Bucky’s profile. “You’re allowed to feel whatever you’re feeling.” 

“Yeah, maybe.” Bucky glances at Steve from the corner of his eye, a sad twist to his mouth. 

They sit in silence for a while, Steve trying not to look while Bucky blinks back tears, his lip trembling. 

“I don’t have to tell him, do I?” Bucky suddenly asks, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. 

It takes Steve a moment to wrap his head around the question. 

“I just wanna take care of it,” Bucky continues, his voice thick. “We haven’t talked at all since we broke up, and I just... really don’t wanna tell him.” 

“Then you don’t tell him.” Steve reaches out a hand, his fingertips brushing the side of Bucky’s leg. “You should do whatever’s best for you.” 

Bucky sniffs softly, pressing his knee into Steve’s touch. “I should make the appointment,” he murmurs, clearly more to himself than to Steve. 

“I’ll come with you,” Steve says, perhaps a little too quickly. “I mean, if you want me to.”

Bucky turns to face him, frowning. “You’d do that?” 

“Of course. Someone has to take you, ‘cause you’re not allowed to drive afterwards.” 

Bucky looks like he’s going to start crying for real this time. He slots his knee between Steve’s crossed legs, his hand resting on Steve’s arm. 

“And you need someone to stay with you, y’know, for the night. I’ll rent Alien and get you a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough.” 

“Alien? Really?” 

“Fuck.” Steve wants to kick himself. “Yeah, right. Maybe not that one.” He casts around for something less on the nose. “Predator? Chocolate chip cookie dough and butter pecan?” 

Bucky lets out a choked laugh, leaning his forehead against Steve’s shoulder. “Yeah, that’ll do.” 

Steve pulls him closer, fingers threading through the sweaty hairs at the nape of Bucky’s neck. “I’ll sleep on the floor, we can put the couch cushions down like when we were kids.”

Bucky just hums under his breath, the tension palpably draining from his shoulders. 

“It’s gonna be fine, Buck,” Steve promises, pressing the words into Bucky’s hairline. 

“I know, Stevie,” Bucky says, his voice muffled into Steve’s chest.

[localcanadiancryptid22]

Author's note: The divine couple have a nose kiss in the start :]. Renny is short for parent,a mom/dad term for non binary people. I rushed through the ending because i want to sleep but also wanna end this chapter lol,so i fast forwarded it.

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚: A dinner date and a demon bunny disaster

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Remy and Mars laugh lightheartedly while gently touching their noses together,leaving the house after opening the door.

"Okay kids,you have to behave for your oldest sister so that she doesn't lose her mind,me and your renny won't be back in a while as we're going to focus on us for tonight" Remy says to his darling angel children while Jojo is scowling from having to deal with 10 younger kids for the night.

"Okay we'll be good!" Randy and Rowan say to their father Remy in unison then mischievously smirking soon afterwards.

The other kids nod in agreement as well. And with that,Mars gives ALL of their adoptive kids goodbye kisses and then closes the door,going to a fancy restaurant with Remy.

"Okay now as usual,we'll be following some strict rules that will result in punishment if they're not followed-" Jojo says to her siblings but then she gets cut off by them all trying to tickle her.

"AGH AGH WAIT STOP AHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHA STOP IT I NEED TO ORGANIZE YOU ALL UGH HAHAHAHAHA" Jojo exclaims ,annoyed while being tickled.

"Never." Danny and Momo say to her while proceeding to tickle her harder.

Meanwhile Remy and Mars are having fun at the restaurant,eating some good food kissing and also collecting people's souls/making others fall in love with one another.

"Ooh marshy help me get this one. She died from a broken heart aka suicide after a nasty breakup,maybe you could give her some advice before i tell her the news of her actually being dead" Remy says to Mars while pointing at the blonde haired teenage girl nearby.

"Alright then baby." Mars says to Remy and then they go over to the girl,tapping her shoulder. "Hm?." the girl says to Mars,confused by the sudden interaction.

"Hello madam. I can sense that you have gone through some love troubles recently. Perhaps i could offer you some advice to help get through them." Mars says to the girl,who nods in agreement.

"Okay.. My name is abigail. My girlfriend was being a real douche to me last year because her popularity as an influencer got into her head,with her treating me like her video staff that she keeps bossing around and invalidating all the time. And uhm.. it was okay at first as she treated me like her girlfriend on occasion,but then she got more and more abusive as time went on,so i tried to break up with her but i had a nasty fight with her which ended up in me getting a lot of bruises from her punches,and i only officially broke up with her after yelling "WE'RE OVER BITCH" while running away from our apartment. And even then,after everything she did,i still loved her for some fucked up reason. I got so depressed from our separation after realizing that i still loved that bitchy fuck,and so.. i killed myself,or tried to as it failed. I jumped into a lake and purposely put some gag in my mouth so that i could die,but i woke up near the lake and then came here. So that failed heh." Abigail explains to Mars,who just stares at her in horror.

"Oh dear,i'm so sorry for what you had to go through Abigail. Well.. if it makes you feel better,i went through the same thing before meeting my lovely husband Remy. And i was able to overcome it by making new memories with friends,accepting that my asshole ex will never love me back now that they've changed,and trying to occupy myself with my job hobbies as well as trying to improve myself instead of thinking of that bastard." Mars says to Abigail,who smiles upon meeting someone who understands.

"Thank you you are a good-" Abigail says to Mars and she tries to hug them but then she gets cut off by Remy walking over and grabbing her by the shoulders.

"You're dead. I'm sorry to break it to you but you're actually dead. You "waking up" was just your soul coming back to earth after your body died." Remy says to Abigail.

"Wh-Whuh. I'm dead?. Are you the grim reaper or something?." Abigail says to Remy,knowing how this kinda stuff works. "Yeah. You're dead and yes i am. Let's go to the afterlife Abby." Remy says to Abigail then teleports her to the underworld (what afterlife is called in this universe).

"How rude of you. We were having a moment Rems." Mars says to Remy,frowning as they're a bit annoyed by what Remy did.

"I know,but i was too excited to eat our food and spend more time with you. Since it's our first date after we've finally gotten time off from our human jobs. A little interruption would be fine if it was to be with your awesome and dashingly handsome husband right?~." Remy says to Mars,trying to rizz up his spouse and turn their attention back to him.

Mars blushes from Remy's flirty tone and then they smile,kissing Remy on the cheek.

"I guess so. Let's go eat our food Stud." Mars says to Remy who they drag back to their table,with remy blushing from the stud comment.

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Jojo has stopped being attacked with tickles by her siblings,so now she's making sandwiches for all of them.

"Sissy can i have just the bread?." Rocket says to Jojo with pleading eyes (they 🥺) and then Jojo gives them the bread.

"Hey jo help me with this science project. I don't know chemistry for shit." Fox asks Jojo.

"Wait i'm making everyone's food." Jojo says to Fox who just rolls her eyes from annoyance and keeps doing the project by herself.

"Bunny butt,you're ugly." Danny says to Jojo,who ignores the comment and continues making the sandwiches.

"Big sis do babies come from trees?. My classmate told me that they do." Phoenix asks Jojo.

"No. They come from the sky,storks and stuff." Jojo says,annoyed from having to make very specific and detailed sandwiches while talking to everyone.

5 minutes later and Jojo is going insane from the talking while making sammies for her siblings. She then turns into a demon bunny and wrecks the place due to sheer stress. She growls and screeches,with fox trying to help her turn back somehow.

"Hey! Hey! Stay calm Big sis,Stay Calm! Or you'll destroy the house and Dad will be really mad." Fox says to Jojo,who continues being her monster self.

Meanwhile Remy and Mars are being in love and talking to each other about themselves in the past.

Fast forward to a few hours later and now the two are home,to a surprisingly tidy not destroyed house and a normal sleeping Jojo. Remy passed out from drinking too much whiskey.

"Woah. The place is sparkling. Well done kids,i hope you all didn't stress out your sister too much." Mars says to their adoptive children,with Fox nodding in agreement whilst laughing sheepishly.

"Yup. Everything was totally A-Okay before you got here. All good. Ehehehe.." Fox says while hiding the broken furniture in a trash bag.

"Right.. I'm going to ask Jojo herself tomorrow then when she wakes up. And if her answer about what happend here before we arrived is 'chaos',you're all grounded." Mars says sternly to Fox,with the other kids looking at her annoyed since they know they're all going to be grounded because it's her fault (not really they just wanted someone to blame lol).

Mars then takes Remy to their bedroom,while Fox takes Jojo to hers,everyone else goes to bed after eating the dinner Jojo premade before the sandwiches and then wake up,grounded. The end,for now. To be continued...

[thebestieyoureinlovewith]

I'm not dead yet.

Anyone can tell me that I'll go to hell, or that I deserve to die. Anyone can tell me that I'm useless and unlovable and hopeless. Anyone can tell me that I'm not worth anything.

But I'm not dead yet. I'm still kicking and fighting and yelling and I won't stop. Anyone can say anything about me and I won't stop.

I'm not dead yet. I could be immortal. I could live forever. I could die tomorrow. I don't want to. I'm not done yet. I'm still working. I'm still fighting.

I'll be breathing and moving and living and feeling for a long time yet. I'll be in pain and out of pain and in love and out of love. I'll grieve each minute that passes and I'll hope they somehow come back to me. If my life ever flashes before me, let me be happy with it. Let me have made connections so deep that no one could find the bottom.

Let me be so angry that you could see sparks in my eyes. Let me be so kind that I could melt a frozen heart. Let me help others and heal myself and rant at the things that upset me.

I'm not dead yet, you see. I'm right here. I could be left behind and I'd still be alive. I could be rejected and I'd still be able to move on. I could be broken and I'll still carry on fighting.

I exist for the people that couldn't. I exist for me.

I'm alive. There are still sunsets and the sky still fades into different colours in a way that could never be replicated. There are still friends I can laugh with until I can't breathe, but even when I can't breathe I'm not dead yet.

I'm here! I'm not gone yet! Say whatever the hell you want and I'll still be here!

That's such a powerful thing. I won't be dissolved and gone no matter what someone does. It would take nothing short of killing me to get me to die.

Whether any of this is real? If its all a lie? If it's all fake? If I'm being controlled by some god? If I'm not being controlled by some god?

I'm not dead yet. And to me, right now...that's all that matters.

[afyerarchive]

even thinking I'm beginning to heal is enough of a momentary happiness for me

[freesia-writes]

Me: the Hunter fic needs a clever, perfectly fitting title for each chapter!

My brain:

Pretty sure we're just goin with numbers at this point. 😂

Curious for a reader perspective other than my own, though!

And, as always, please reblog for larger sample size! 😎

[theweightofyesterday-if]

"Let all that you do be done in love."

Name: Samu/Selena

Date of birth: September the 15th, 1600

Known Aliases: watcher, handler

Species: Watcher, Homo Observans

Physical appearance:

Height: 1.62 m / 5'3 in their human form, 2.23 m / 7'3" in their Watcher form.

Human form: Despite their unimposing height, they exude a strong sense of authority and power. Perhaps it is their impeccable posture or their toned muscles that give them such air of command. Their hair is a deep, rich brown that falls in loose waves around their face, and is styled in a wolf-cut, framing their striking features and covering most of their forehead. Their tanned skin perfectly complements their luscious brown hair that reaches down to their shoulders.Their hazel eyes are often fixed in a serious or bored expression, but upon closer inspection, one could discover an unexpected depth of kindness.

Watcher form: They bear a striking resemblance to angels, with their brown hair now resembling pure gold, radiating and reflecting light that seems to emanate from within them. Though they possess human features, one glance at them confirms their celestial nature, with their blinding light. Their most remarkable feature are their feathered wings, which shimmer like a white sand beach or freshly fallen snow, reflecting light in all directions. When fully extended, their wingspan reaches nearly double their height, and their intricate patterns resemble those of butterflies, with large, eye-like circles that seem to possess their own consciousness. It is difficult for humans to gaze upon them due to their radiance, but it is even more challenging to resist the allure of their eyes. Their once-hazel eyes now blaze with a fiery, all-knowing amber glow, capable of captivating anyone who looks into them.

Personality:

They come off as stoic and emotionless to those who don't know them, but those who get closer will find a kind and somewhat awkward individual who really just values their duties and is afraid of getting hurt.

Despite their somewhat shy attitude, they often wear form-fitting clothes. Their wardrobe is a mix of active wear and overly elegant clothes, such as compression turtlenecks, polos, and sleek suits or flowing dresses.

Other facts/stats

Personality type: ISFJ-T

Birthchart

Temperance Tarot Card

[gardenerian]

a mountain at my gates

prohibition AU | 6 chapters | 14.5k | E rating

Ian loves serving cold gin and champagne to the laughing flappers that visit his family's speakeasy. Even as the Gallaghers struggle to build an empire, he thinks the only thing missing is a lover to dance with. Desperate to get out from under his father's thumb, Mickey sets out to undermine the already thriving Milkovich empire. Tasked with taking the Gallagher operation out, Mickey knows to expect violence and danger. But he never could have expected Ian.

based on the recent AU tag game, with thanks to @spoonfulstar and @mmmichyyy for the encouragement 🥂

read here on ao3

[justcallmesakira]

Guys, please pick da format on which i should follow for my works, I love both of the but--

1. [YOUR MOM]

or

2. [Your mom]

Both of them are different please choose

[dreamsinthewitchouse]

Kayyyy! For the fic ask game, I think you write so many different genres that I would never have though of so this was super hard! How about omegaverse, kid fic or major character death?

Tejjjj, my precious! Once again I was like hmm kidfic does seem the least scandalous, but my brain decided otherwise? So, I hope you enjoy this little bit of omegaverse (!!!?) Stucky 💖💖💖

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Bucky can smell the client all the way from the entrance hall; a heady bouquet of citrus and mint wrapped in a cloud of creamy vanilla. 

He swallows heavily and runs a hand through his hair, trying to clear his head. Sure, he’s taking his meds, but that doesn’t make him immune to the scent of someone rapidly approaching a natural heat. 

“Come in, please,” he chirps, settling back in his chair. 

What the fuck. 

For the briefest of moments Bucky wonders if it’s actually possible to swallow your own tongue. “How can I help you?” he eventually croaks, his hands twitching against the desk. 

“Hey.” The most ridiculously beautiful man Bucky has ever seen shuffles his feet, lifting a hand to the back of his neck. “I’m here to… make an appointment, I suppose?” 

“Yes. Yeah, absolutely.” Bucky nods, like an idiot. “That’s why we’re here. Please, take a seat,” he adds, gesturing towards the empty chair. 

The guy slumps into the seat, folding himself down in a way someone so tall shouldn’t be able to do. 

“So,” Bucky begins, busying himself with clicking open a new record. “Can you tell me something about your… situation?” 

The guy laughs, a little sadly. “Is that what you call it?” 

Bucky feels a twinge in his chest, his hands stilling on the keyboard.

Stop it, he tells himself. You’re a professional. 

Out loud he says, “Whatever you feel comfortable with telling me is fine. If you’d rather only talk to Dr. Romanov, we’ll book you and you can go about your day. It’d just be background information she could review before your appointment.” 

“Oh. Yeah, okay.” If possible, the guy seems to make himself even smaller. “This is all pretty, uh, new to me?” 

“The cycle?” Bucky asks, his eyes glued to the screen. 

“Yeah.” It comes out so quiet it’s barely audible. “I didn’t even… I thought I was—” he clears his throat, as if stalling for words. “I guess I’m what you’d call a late bloomer?” 

Bucky exhales silently and turns away from the computer, looking into a pair of gut-wrenchingly blue eyes. 

“Look,” he says, as softly as he can manage. “I know it’s tough, and it fucking sucks right now, but I promise you it will get better. Dr. Romanov is one of the best. You can do this.” 

The guy draws a shaky breath, twisting his hands in his lap. “Are you just saying that ‘cause you don’t want me crying in your nice waiting room?”

“Clients are always welcome to cry in this room, this is a cry-friendly space.” Bucky smiles, nodding towards the screen. “So, how about we start with some basics? Like your name?” 

The guy bites into his lip, his eyes cast down, but there’s the tiniest hint of a smile on his face. “Steve,” he says, relaxing into his seat. “My name’s Steve.”