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0-ink-zinc · 1 year

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Writing Prompt #7

"WHY would you do this?! Just why?! None of it mattered to you, so why did you have to get involved?!"

"Because that's just what friends do.."

"I would NEVER have been your friend if it meant I was going to lose you..."

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creadigol · 7 months

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*This one also contains and bit of a creepy villain. Mentions of stalking.

Detective knew they had made a wrong turn the moment the light overhead went out.

There was something initially creepy about an alleyway in the middle of the night, but when the one and only light source burned out…that was another level. Perhaps they should call the city planners about having dark allies…not that they thought they would have the chance now.

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” came the ice cold voice from behind them. “You’ve been annoyingly persistent my dear detective.”

Detective knew that voice, it haunted the dreams of almost everyone in the city…but Supervillain wasn’t supposed to be here. Detective had only been following a small lead…an informant who said they had information about the drug ring. God, they should have known it was too easy; Police-Partner was going to be so mad when he heard about this!

“Supervillain,” Detective said it conversationally despite the fear in their soul. “What brings scum like you out on a beautiful night like this?”

Detective tried to be discrete as they placed their hand on their holster and turned.

Well, attempted to turn.

Supervillian was on them in an instant. Not allowing them to turn all the way before a strong arm was cinched around their neck and a super powered hand was squeezing their wrist, making it impossible to control their hand as it went limp.

“Now, now, there’s no need for name calling; and after all the attention I’ve graced you will too.” Detective felt the air pulse with each word against their ear.

“Attention?” they gasped, he had tried to sound strong, but with Supervillain holding them like this they knew their death could come at any second, they also knew Supervillain felt every fearful shake of their body.

Supervillain practically purred into their hair.

“Of course attention!” Supervillain spoke. “Afterall, I make a habit of keeping tabs on the smart ones. And you, my dear, are the most intelligent of them all. I must say, watching your day to day, everyday, has been most entertaining.”

Detective felt themself drain of all color. Everyday? Oh god, had Supervillain been stalking them and they never knew?

“But alas, all good things must come to an end.”

Detective jerked against Supervillain to no success. “What’s coming to an end?” They asked. Was Supervillain going to kill them? Here? Now? In a dark ally? Who would find their mutilated body? Some bum? An innocent bystander? Or worst of all…Police-Partner?

“Why, your day to day routine. Not that I wish to cause Police-Partner worry, I know he’s the more responsible of the two of you; but detective, you personally have got a bit too close my dear. Can’t have you going back on the track you were on,” Supervillain squeezed Detective's wrist harder, earning a cry of pain.

“So..” Detective hated how their voice shook. Honestly, it wasn’t death itself that they feared, it was death by Supervillain. They had seen what Supervillain does to someone they don’t like…it was…there wasn’t a word for the horror Supervillain produced when they decided to kill someone.

“That’s it then?” Detective spoke. “I got too close so now I’m destined to be smeared across the bricks?”

Supervillain chuckled.

“Of course not Detective!”

What?

“I already said you’re one of the smart ones. I can’t have my best form of entertainment die in such a pathetic way.”

Supervillain let go of their neck just long enough to reach over and dispose of Detective's gun and cell phone.

“You’ll love your new place. It’s beautiful. I set it all up just for you!”

What?!

“At least it will be beautiful as long as you answer my questions…if not…well I can convert your stay from five stars to hell in an instant.”

“You’re…You’re..” Detective searched for the words as they were manhandled, arms wrenched behind their back, tied, and Supervillain’s arm wrapped around their torso. “You’re..Kidnapping me?”

“An archaic term, but yes.” Supervillain picked up their own phone in their other hand and texted something.

“You..” You what? Detective thought. What were they going to say? You can’t do that? How could you? Supervillain could essentially do whatever they wanted. That’s the whole reason Detective was so active in trying to stop them. “Hero will find out,” they blurted.

“Hah!” Supervillain seemed legitly amused at that. They started walking toward the entrance of the alleyway, taking Detective easily with them.

Curse their damn superpowers! And curse Detective’s lack of them!

“Hero’s too busy with Villain at the moment.”

They arrived at the street and were waiting for a car, Detective assumed.

“You could say that Police-Partner will find out, because that would be a more accurate statement,” Supervillain continued.

Detective felt ice in their veins, “No! You leave him out of this! I didn’t tell him anything…”

“Oh calm down!” Supervillain chuckled. “I already know. Your office has been bugged for months. Though, I must say your friendship is simply adorable. He knows what kind of food to order that coincides with your stomach problems, you remember that he likes putting pickles on his pizza, he knows the names of every one of your many cousins, and you remember that his mother likes those silly little ceramic cats…I could go on all night. Simply adorable. ”

Detective felt like throwing up.

“I’ll leave him alone of course,” Supervillain said. Detective felt a little lighter at those words. A long black car pulled up next to them on the empty street.

“But if he proves an inconvenience in all of this, I will have to intervene.” Supervillain forced Detective into the back of the car. On the outside it would have appeared gentle if not for Supervillain’s bruising grip and exceptional strength.

Supervillian reached over Detective and buckled the seatbelt. “He won’t prove to be an inconvenience will he?” Supervillain was so close Detective had to lean their head back to avoid knocking foreheads. It exposed their throat and left them feeling vulnerable.

“Of course not. Who could ever prove to be an inconvenience to you?”

Supervillain laughed and patted their cheek.

“How right you are, Detective. See? I said you were the smart one.”

Supervillain shut the door and walked to the other side of car. They got in next to Detective.

Yes, I am the smart one. Detective thought. But Police-Partner is the determined one and there’s no farce on heaven or earth that will protect you from them now that you’ve crossed the line.

Supervillain never noticed that Detective had dropped a small silver disk in the alleyway.

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resflower · 1 year

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She spots him in the crowd early on. She wants to say he looks like an easy mark, but really it's his kind smile. "That one." Glimmer mutters to Catra as she cuts her eyes to the man she'd been thinking of. Catra eyes him and shrugs.

"Gentleman! Would you like to know your future? See the mysteries that life might have in store for you?" Catra's phony accent is almost painful but it works every time.

His dark eyes widen as he looks at Catra then past her to where Glimmer is with a crystal ball in her hand. "I don't see why not." He says with that same flash of white teeth that caught Glimmer's attention before.

"Sit in front of Madame Sparkles! She can see everything there is to know about you!" Catra boasts as she ushers Bow closer.

He sits down, pulling the cloak he had on off his face. "Well. What is my future like, Madame?" His voice isn't overly deep but Glimmer finds she likes that.

She makes quick work of jabbering whatever nonsense she thinks he'll buy. She also watches as Catra quickly grabs his purse strings, pulling away a few coins he isn't likely to miss. In a few days they'll be gone to another town before anyone can suspect them.

He walks away unsuspectingly, and Glimmer feels a pang of guilt. She usually doesn't--they only take from folks they figure are well off--but something about that young man stuck with her.

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stardustandvanilla · 2 years

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Web weaving requests: missing and longing for a friend who isn't your friend anymore

why do we miss old friends? - anonymous on quora // tablets vi - dunya mikhail // i want to drown in the past and call it the best decision of my life - laura marie marciano // internal reasons and the obscurity of blame - katie willingham // lost friend - mummysam on flickr // because it’s summer - ocean vuong // ribs - lorde // death of a friend - alfred rethel // into the water - paula hawkins // bruised bare feet (unpublished) - @stardustandvanilla

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softgentstlemen · 2 months

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Imagine writing a book with a co-author where you are in charge of one pov an the other person is in charge of the other, and even though your relationship is of nothing more of friendship, you allow yourselves to have the most passionate and heart wrenching story of the all. In writing that is.

#writing #funny #stories #romance #heartbreak #lovers #love #frienship #what if #writing prompt

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emerald-kryptonite · 8 months

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You wipe your teary eyes and say "I've got this, I will make it next time". But, oh my love,you are doing so good.

#poets on tumblr #spilled words #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #poetry #poetry and poems #quoteblr #poem #poetry prompts #poetry on tumblr #sad thoughts #depression #friends #frienship #angst

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minis21 · 1 year

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Writing Prompt 348

“You betrayed me! You said you would do anything for me!”

“I won’t deny that, I did promise I would do anything for you. But was it ever enough? Nothing I did was good enough, you always wanted more and more and never gave anything back! I was there for your highest high and lowest low! Is it wrong to be selfish for one time and wish I could receive something back? You were never my friend, you were only using me.”

#writing #creative writing #writing inspiration #writing prompts #writerblr #friends #friendship #false friends #toxic relationship #toxic frienship #toxic friends

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five-sided-dice · 7 months

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What do prompts do to me...

Hera and I lay on beds next to each other. While she was comfortable, I was the one turning and adjusting for what feels like forever. At some point, The ceiling began to look bumpy, and it grew faces. Most of the faces I had seen, a few I had not.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Hera questioned me. "Can't you sleep?" Don't ask questions, Hera.

"If I could sleep, Hera, I wouldn't be staring at the ceiling." The joke I tried to crack doesn't land, it seemed to only make her more determined to crack me.

"I don't sleep." I replied, "My mind has the scary capability of being dark and demented." That's enough questions, she'll be satisfied-

"You are afraid of your dreams?"

"...Yes," I said quietly.

#dialogue prompt #writing prompt #light angst #creative writing #writing #writing ideas #sleep deprivation #insomia #mrs questionare #friends #frienship #angst

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beauty-and-the-ratswarm · 10 months

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“The Touch of a Friend”

#dnd #my art #dnd art #dungeons and drawings #dnd art prompt #art #tiefling #Berry #manawyddan #Calix #Dordlo #Cordelia #perasona jiwa #alaqa #vironia #Bimmini #tortle #love #friends #frienship

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thatbooknerdfr · 1 year

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My ocs when you want attention: bsf edition

I might make a part two. Wyatt's is angsty??? Warnings: swearing and I think that's it, tell me if there's more.

Wyatt

There he was writing a song while playing a guitar, trying to find a good melody, becoming frustrated with the way it was sounding, and too focused on what he was doing to realize you were behind him he feels like he finally got in until hands wrap around his back your hands around his back " I want hugs." You say pulling him a little closer to you but holding on way tighter.

He feels quite annoyed so he moves your hands away continuing to make the melody. You know your best friend wasn't much of a fan of touch but at least he gave you hugs. You feel a pout start forming on your lips because of his previous actions. You're slightly confused if you've done something for him to be acting like this.

Wyatt sneaks a glance at you and realizes you're upset. He decides to put his guitar down in order to focus on you."Y'know I'm working on something right now." He says clearly not giving a shit about how you feel right now moving his gaze from you to the guitar.

Right now, you can't believe your friend's words, making you want to turn your head away from his direction. "A song nobody's going to hear." you murmur. Wyatt looked at you pissed. "If you have something to say you can say it to my face!" He yelled as he stood up pushing his guitar to the ground. "You know what, fuck you Wyatt!" you shout, storming off and wondering why you came in the first place.

Jeremiah

Jeremiah rarely focuses but today he was focused on an art piece he was making as he getting into the art grove he hears your footsteps coming towards him. "Hey Jer." You shyly say not knowing how to word this. "Hey y/n i'm making an art piece wanna see it!" He says motioning you to come closer hoping you'll like his art.

You slowly drag your feet across the ground it's not like you don't wanna look at it, but you want hugs and are unsure how to express your desire. Jeremiah observes your body language, smiles flattering.

"If you don't wanna see it, that's OK, you don't have to." He murmurs, turning back to his work. "I do want to see it but can we also cuddle after?" You say getting quieter at the end, anxiously waiting for him to reply. "O...Oh umm...uh...sure!" He stutters and fiddles with his hands in an attempt to form words. You take a step closer so you can see his painting.

"Ok, Picasso!" you say hyping up his painting. It was probably the best one he has ever done. He sends you a small smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes as he hugs you tight. He buries his face in your stomach. "I love you so much." he mumbles still holding you tight like he won't ever let go. " I love you too." you reply hugging him back just as tight. Engulfed in each other's presence.

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poetrynerd-19 · 11 months

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I’ve given you everything and I have nothing else to give. You don’t know me in the ways that I feel like I know you.

#life quotes #poets corner #my writing #love quotes #new poets society #poems on tumblr #poetry #relationship #frienship #writing prompt

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creadigol · 9 months

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His hand trembled a bit as he read the letter for the fifth time that morning. It had been a while since he had thought back to his old life. He had hoped to have forgotten about it. Funny how a few short sentences could make it all come crashing back. He straightened his coat as he shifted on the windowsill. He fit comfortably on there, his small frame not taking up much space. He was smaller than his age would suggest, though he guessed years of malnourishment did that to a person, but he was fast. In the end, his height often worked to his advantage.

Looking out the window he could see the new recruits doing their best to one up each other. Some stood straighter than necessary, others puffed their chests too much. Some in the back held silly grins on their faces as if this new life they had chosen would somehow be ‘fun’. He tried to memorize their faces, as chances were the majority would not live out the year. He should have been helping the Captain train them today. As the Captain’s, more or less, right hand man that was one of his duties. He’d go out there soon, but first he wanted to express his emotions behind a closed door. As if knowing he was being thought about, there was a quick knock at the door and the Captain walked in without waiting for a response.

“Ah, so this is where you’ve been hiding,” His voice was low and always full of authority. His hulking figure caused most who walked past him to move out of his way, and his dark set eyes gave the illusion of a man who had stared death in the eyes and spat in it’s face (which wasn’t far from the truth). Though, for all his presence, the smaller man did not move from looking out the window. “Just because it’s cold out doesn’t mean you can skip on training.”

He made a noncommittal grunting noise in response to the Captain.

“I have a good feeling about this group,” the Captain continued nonchalantly while leaning up against the wall, a very non-military pose. “We might actually make a dent with these ones.”

“Super…I’ll quote you on that at their funerals.”

“It’s not like you to get cynical this fast, that usually takes another week of getting to know them.”

He fidgeted on the windowsill, something which he never did, and the Captain picked up on the movement instantly.

“What’s wrong?” The Captain’s laid-back tone was gone, replaced with concern and power. When he didn’t get an answer he spoke, “tell me, and that’s an order Wit.”

Wit shoved the letter towards the Captain, he couldn’t say the words out loud. The Captain took a moment to read it over before letting out a slow breath.

“Well… this is… unexpected.”

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tarantula-hawk-wasp · 1 year

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on the one hand if i get myself to write kl*nce for my first bthb fill that is more likely to get readership than a gen fic and like that’s probably the solid move from a “clout” standpoint and like I ship it as much as i ship anything in that fandom. but. my entire comfort zone writing romance is like milves or dilves and especially established relationship like mature people. I cannot wrap my head around taking a teenage romance seriously even tho i vividly remember my own teen romances. and like i was a goofball in those... but that dynamic so antithetical to my writing style it barely computes.... like idk if i could write that and like write angst and hurt/comfort at the same time. i mean that’s part of the whole pushing myself out of my comfort zone

#also most of the time when i read kl*nce fics (which i do read) i am thinking...ok and what do their friends think...#ok why are you discounting their best frienships with other people okay their support network is bigger than just each other...#like i know its romantic fic tropes but i care about friendships so much and also a lot othe time im like this is almost toxic #me reading most ship fics is just OKAY AND WHAT DO THEIR FRIENDS THINK ARE THEY GONNA HANG OUT WITH THEIR BEST FRIEND EVER #like for any fandom tbh just let characters have friends and a relationship but like dont erase their friendships #also like unrelated to the previous tags but i regret not being more selective with what prompts i was okay with bc i got mostly #ones that i was very okay i guess about and few that i was super excited by so now im less enthused about writing these AND i feel like #clarity on who to write for what so im either gonna roll dice or take prompts #which is another reason to try to write something that will get readership so that i can get prompts from ao3

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sofullofloveicould · 1 year

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march writing challenge 2023 - day 3

song that reminds you of someone you hate

When you asked me, I lied.

I hurt you, so bad you tried to jump off the roof outside your bedroom door that night. You walked just fine that morning at school.

You are too much, you have always been too much

from the second I met you to

Holding you while you cried

I’d run outside and buried my head in the grass, ripped and tore at my hair until I forgot the smell of it

(you cried to me afterward, and I listened even though I couldn’t hear anything.

they’d laughed with me that night, held me close and quiet, and listened.

I listened to you.)

The sound of her laugh, her dilated pupils and stained clothes.

You laughed, then called me weak, and I didn’t say anything back.

I’ve been lying every second of every time you ask me so, every time you waxed poetry about my faults.

And I hurt you, I know, when I told people the things you’d said,

and I knew it when you’d texted me seven hours after you’d fallen asleep,

and when I’d frantically checked my phone just in case.

I couldn’t risk it, I couldn’t risk you,

and I’m counting down the days until you’re gone.

I knew I’d hurt you when I was apologizing,

begging you to not go there, don’t do that.

(70 is too much, you’d said, then pinched my cheeks, my hips, my arms, commented on their give, the fat beneath my skin.)

I’m double that and more,

and you knew that,

knew how I’d eaten my words instead of my food.

(70 is too much, and you’re too much, and if you would just SHUT UP I wouldn’t have to do this.)

I don’t need you. I never needed you. I need you gone, I need

(To shut up, to help you. We are poison for each other, but you still fall into my arms when you need me.

You don’t trust me anymore, you said.)

But I never trusted you either,

and the perfect summers together are almost done.

Soon, I’ll watch you disappear into the sun.

@deity-prompts credit for the prompt list

#original writing #my writing #writing #writers on tumblr #writing challenge #writing prompts #day three #march writing challenge #toxic frienship #toxic friends #lorde #music #melodrama #get it cuz he's MELODRAMATIC #writerblr #Spotify

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wikiangela-fanfics · 2 years

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Fictober22 - 8. Do you remember?

Fandom: marvel

Relationship: Bucky & Jessica; Sam/Bucky (minor)

Summary: Bucky and Jessica bond over their traumas.

Words: 851

Ao3

Note: This is a part of my MCU defenders series, but can be read as a standalone.

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“Do you remember what they made you do?” Jessica asked one evening, as they were sitting in front of the couch, on the floor of Bucky and Sam’s apartment, and drunk. Sam had gone to bed a couple of minutes before, since his normal human metabolism couldn’t keep up with drinking with two enhanced people, and he was just too drunk and too tired. Bucky wasn’t drunk at all, Jess was very tipsy. She had more alcohol than Sam and Bucky together, and was still drinking.

It was a random question, not related to any topic they talked about that evening. They also never discussed the atrocious things they both went through, other than an occasional comment or a joke.

“Yeah.” he said, taking another sip from his beer bottle. “Most of it, at least. I think. It’s hazy sometimes.” he shrugged. It was still difficult to talk about it with anyone who wasn’t Sam. “You?”

“Every second.” she whispered. “Does it ever get better?” she added even quieter. Without super-hearing, Bucky doubted he’d have heard it.

“Dunno. I’ll let you know.” he said dryly.

“Shit.”

“Yeah.” Silence fell over the room again.

Truth was, Bucky had better and worse days, but the nightmares were still frequent, and the guilt constant. There were days he doubted it’d ever get better.

“You should try therapy.” he suggested, to which Jess snorted loudly. “What? I’m doing it and it’s helping. A little.”

“So I’m supposed to sit there and share my feelings with a stranger? No thank you.”

“Sure, drinking yourself numb is so much healthier.” Bucky murmured sarcastically.

“Fuck you, man.” she kicked him lightly. “I tried a shrink once.” she added solemnly after a moment. “To try to remember.”

“I thought you did remember.” Bucky frowned. He didn’t know all the details, but he did know that while he was completely brainwashed and had no idea who he was when he was the Soldier, Jessica was still there and totally aware of everything Kilgrave forced her to do.

“Yeah, that I do. I meant, to remember the accident. How they… made me, I guess.” she shrugged, as if it was nothing. He could see through her nonchalant mask by now, though. “How about you?”

“I remember everything.” he whispered. He knew what they did, how it felt, all of it. Still, the most painful memories were those of killing people with his own hands. In theory he knew it wasn’t his fault, he had no autonomy over his body or his mind… but it didn’t stop him from feeling like he was the only one to blame. He cleared his throat. “Why are you asking?” They never talked so much about these things, so Bucky wasn’t sure how to approach this, especially since he still wasn’t the best at socializing in general.

“I don’t know.” she took another sip from the whiskey bottle she was drinking out of by herself. “I guess it’s- don’t take it the wrong way, but it’s nice to know someone else went through something similar. Someone I can kinda relate to.” she was looking away when speaking. Then she laughed dryly. “Oh my God, I must be so drunk to say shit like this.”

“Probably.” Bucky chuckled. He wished he could get drunk, too. “I get it. We never talk about it, though. But we can.” he added quickly. He wasn’t big on talking, especially about those stuff, but if there was anyone who could really understand, it was Jessica.

“Only when we’re drunk.” she chuckled. “Or, when I’m drunk. You poor bastard.” she shook her head, taking another sip and finishing the bottle.

“It’s not that bad.” he shrugged. “At least I can’t get addicted to it.” he leveled her with a stare.

“Fuck off.” Jess stood up shakily, almost falling twice. “It’s late, I guess I gotta go.”

“You’re not going anywhere like this.” Bucky stood up as well, grabbing her arm to prevent her from toppling over. Well, it wasn’t that bad, but Bucky wasn’t about to let her wander around New York streets in the middle of the night, especially since she wasn’t in her neighborhood. He was trying to be a good friend. “You’re sleeping on the couch.”

“I’ll be fine. You know I can drink a lot and be fine.”

“Jessica. Lay down, I’ll get you a blanket.” he directed her towards the couch. They always had the same conversation, and she always ended up staying over and having breakfast with them.

Finally he managed to get her to lay down, covered her with a blanket, and cleaned up the empty bottles. Then he went to the bedroom to lay in bed with Sam, who was fast asleep, but as soon as Bucky settled in, Sam cuddled up to him, as he always did.

He was glad Jessica was slowly opening up, and he felt like he could trust her, too. Maybe one day they’d actually be able to talk openly about everything that happened to them… he knew they weren’t there yet, though. He certainly wasn’t. Maybe one day...

#fictober22 #fictober2022 #fictober #marvel fic #sambucky fic #bucky and jessica #bucky barnes fic #jessica jones fic #bucky barnes #jessica jones #fictober prompts #frienship #developing friendships #conversations #wikiangela writes #my writing #trauma bonding

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socksandsandals17 · 1 year

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Painting the Sky

Gather in the dark

Huddle under a blanket

Dressed in our best

Set the camera to shoot

Scream sad songs in the car

Grab the ceremonial clothing,

Even though it's ugly

Best of friends

Photoshoot for the ages

As we watch the sun rise

Painting the sky with God's good hand

Starting our new lives

Leaving the past behind

Pushing us into a new beginning

~~Katelyn

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