#its been years since i wrote anything

[uhsolikethis]

I usually lean more towards fluff and humor but I got a Dark Romance AU for SamBucky or SamSteve depending on the ending.

So, Sam and Steve have been together for about 2 years now, and Sam feels like he has finally found the one. But things start to feel a bit off when he notices Steve acting a bit strange. He keeps his phone on silent, says he's at work, but when Sam calls Steve's job, he hasn't shown up for that day, and he's changed his passwords on his laptop and phone. Sam thinks Steve is cheating on him. So he hires a private detective.

Enter Bucky, PI for hire, and Steve's on again off again, best friend who's just got back from overseas. Sam has no idea who Bucky is. Bucky has been a sensitive spot for Steve for years and he has vaguely brought him up but never truly talked him for personal and safety reasons.

Anyway, Sam hires Bucky to get information on Steve. Bucky, who still cares for Steve, finds this situation funny and is going to Spy on Steve as a joke and later reveal his connection to Steve, but Bucky is starting to fall in love with Sam.

The more time he spends with Sam, the deeper in love he falls. He wants to be with Sam himself so he gathers all the evidence on Steve's affair and brings it to Sam, breaking them up in hopes of being with him. But here's the thing Steve might not actually be cheating on Sam. And that's what this story is about.

Is Bucky lying about Steve cheating on Sam in order to be with Sam, or did Steve actually cheat on him? If he's not cheating, what was Steve lying and keeping secrets about? Also, why did Bucky spend so much time overseas? Who can Sam trust in this situation, and what about his own secrets?

[spaciebabie]

at first getting diagnosed with cptsd was like, "yay my trauma has been validated (it always was valid)!" and i really thought that was going to be it, but then i started to do research as i do whenever i realize i have something and learned that!! the way i experience socialization is!! quite horrid actually!!

[dippersguidetotheunexplained]

as someone who's never heard a thing alex hirsh says. how's he talk abt ford?

dont even worry about it. choose peace 🖤

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

the beach conversation is insane actually im always being so mean to 13 for how closed off she is but it's insane what she does here like "ive never been able to", "it's what my life is", "not because i dont want to"

shes like sorry yaz i cant give you much but lets play doctors and students and reenact the anatomy lesson dr nicolaes tulp you be the doctor and the students and i'll be the body hang on let me hold up a lamp so you can see what we're doing

shes like sorry yaz i cant give you much i locked my hearts in this rusty vault and lost the keys but if i had a spare i would give you it i swear i promise i know thats not enough but i'd give it to you

"i cant fix myself" is how she starts. "i'll be fine, in the end, hopefully" she says like an hour after regenerating after describing just how much it fucks her up and how scary it is and how painful and how much of a gamble, really, how much of a leap of faith and hoping for the best, hoping for that net to appear because if it doesnt......... theres no backup

are you alright, doctor? are you okay? yaz has asked a hundred times without getting an answer. and now she finally does and it seems to recontextualise every dodge that has come before. stop asking, it's not the end yet, theres still time, a little more patience, i will figure it out, i will be able to give you a yes eventually im sure of it.

but now it is the end, regeneration looms again, time is running out, and this endlessly delayed answer sounds like a resignation. i cant do it. not in time. maybe not ever. but definitely not before the plane crashes and i take you down with me. i broke the universe and i cant fix it. it's too late. i dawdled too much.

and what this could have been, but isnt, because neither of them take it this way, think of it this way, because theyre too much alike, and not like this at all, but what this could have been, in intention and reception, is a request for help. i give up, i cant figure this out, but can you? the doctor doesnt mean this, and yaz has always been too attentive to the limits, too respectful of the doctor's boundaries (from "who, me? no. never doubted. don't know what you mean" in ghost monument to "can we just live in the present") to misinterpret it this way. so theyre on the same page. a page, as always, decided on by the doctor. but it does make the perfect set up for the finale

because i do think, sort of, that yaz fixed it. not you know the millennia of trauma but the specific inability of 13 to trust people. the clara/river/missy/bill my-friends-die-or-are-not-what-they-seem-or-both cant-hold-anyones-hand-but-my-own inability to trust her friends are her friends and they will not like explode into gore and viscera if she touches them (which now that ive said it i bet is what she has nightmares about. perfect match with what i think yaz has nightmares about which is the doctor exploding into gore and viscera and not being able to do anything abt it. actually the best idea i think ive ever written abt what yaz has nightmares about is "or you take off your coat and youre wearing dynamite", but i digress) that, i think yaz sort of fixes when she saves the doctor and saves the world and i think if 13 had lived she'd have trusted yaz after that in a way she couldnt before and maybe even that realisation of "you saved my life" in that weird malleable state of post-pseudoregeneration might have had a hand in why 14 is the way he is

[smoothiecas]

went insane and wrote timkon despite tendinitis making it super hard to type.... bon apetit

[greedwritesstorys]

conversations in the tundra - dsmp short

tommy didn't remember everything between then and now. one moment the nukes were falling, the next him and jack were standing outside techno's house talking about happiness. he'd lived a whole life between those moments.

maybe there never was any nukes, maybe there isn't anything at all right now. maybe each moment was a dream of its own and he's somewhere else entirely. it didn't really matter. tommy was sure he could spend an eternity worrying about what was reality, but it wouldn't make a difference. the story was over, that much was clear, it had ended some time ago, when phil and techno and niki and ranboo had all left and there was nothing else to be said. no narrative left to weave peoples lives into whatever strange mesh it wanted. he remembered now his friend the honey bee farmer. tubbo, he was still somewhere.

did he have the same thoughts, was he left wondering what choices and actions led to this moment now. maybe. tommy doubted he'd get the chance to ask.

because for this moment, all of a sudden, he realised he felt like he was connected to it all still. like there was a story being told somewhere. like history was watching again, reminding him that things aren't forgotten because they fade a little. time might be relentless in turning everything to dust, in ensuring that "this too shall pass." but times power is equalled by our memory. nothing can truly die if it is remembered.

"are you happy? i guess that's all i'd care to know"

the answer came quickly, he'd been thinking about this too, for so long.

"getting there."

it was cold out, i mean, it was a tundra, of course it was cold out, why would anyone chose to live here of all places. maybe jack was on to something, a rundown casino might still be warmer than this.

did he miss the people they were back then? was it just that back then, back with the story was strong and the world alive, that he too felt alive, connected to everything. and if that was the case, was the only way to keep feeling like that to keep going, to keep that mess of fighting and betraying and anger rolling just so that the story didn't end. and if that were the case... was the only ending one where everything blew up...

tommy hated that idea, why should he have to die a hero or become a villain. why shouldn't this be as real as everything else was.

jack had left now, back to gambling or whatever, he seemed alright.

tommy felt that feeling fading again, the eyes were off him, no one watching. things were peaceful out here. the world was quiet here once more. he turned back to whatever it was he was doing before jack appeared. he didn't have all the answers to his questions, maybe he would find them in time, maybe he wouldn't.

somewhere far out in the wilderness, kingdoms were being toppled.

somewhere far into the future, lost citys were being discovered.

somewhere far from anything he could understand, green gods and winged men waited in a void.

all these stories are happening at once, because there are people out there still living them now.

"yeah" tommy thought to himself.

"i'm going to get there soon."

[good-beanswrites]

Summary: With a night alone to talk, Leon is determined to uncover the "real" Lukas.

Woo happy @nagamas to @mrmissmrsrandom !! This was super fun to write, I hope you enjoy :D

[arielluva]

grief is such a weird emotion bc i can be fine most of the time even if it think about it, but then sometimes thinking about it digs it up all over again

[crows-of-buckets]

I always worry I am slightly mischaracterizing Daeran and it bugs me but like. I may also just be overthinking things

[blissfulalchemist]

also i keep looking at the chance piece i had and i wrote like 2 paragraphs for it but i'm realizing i need a replay of the game because i do not remember what the main point of it was other than him being in the bliss and kind of showing off how it worked in my brain. Like what was the intention past me???? why is is supposed to be there other than it happens in canon????

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

Having a breakthrough for a characters backstory that also includes a good deal of world building???

[jonny-b-meowborn]

Y'know I can barely call myself a writer, since I haven't finished anything serious in years, and the last time I wrote a full story I was a young teen and wasn't really good at it, but goooooood I wanna release a book. Like before I started doing visual art my dream was to be a writer, like, with published official books that you can buy and read. And I still do love writing but recently ive been leaning more towards writing fanfiction, which isn't a bad thing, I just wish I could do both. And like, I have so many ideas that I want to write, like original stories that I'd kill to have published someday, but there's absolutely no motivation in my brain. What the FUCK happened to the brain power I had as a kid, when I'd start writing any idea I had with no critical thought, and I either finished it or not but at least I tried, and I'd write all the time, so many short stories that were honestly shit quality but at least I was doing something. Ough

[autumnsxxangel]

I...kind of want to write fanfic for this show...am I going to come out or retirement?

[thebrandywine]

Huii Mav jumber FOURTEEEEENNNB

hi milly!!!!!

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write: BROKEN MACHINE LMAO

okay, to be fair i did expect to write it BUT i didnt expect it to turn into a literal novel. aside from that one, probably the corset fic? that came out of star and i laughing about leon's bacn problems that he most definitely has and then turned into "...... chris and piers would be so horny for corset" and then i blacked out and wrote 13k

[lord-shitbox]

in celebration of it being a new month i thought i'd open my journaling entries from last year and got utterly jumpscared

[newdejavuu]

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