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Empty Work

I don’t want to work.

I want to write, I want to feel

they’re not the same.

I’ll leave you to decide what I mean

If the same is working and writing,

writing and feeling, or perhaps I mean I feel

they are one

which makes them all work.

These feelings I have are mine, my own

as are my thoughts, my words and my pen.

this blue pen; I hold, weight too vast, I press too hard

to find it’s flow: It was once smooth,

an extension of me, now dull and alone.

.

My paper with its endless potential,

the surface just barely scratched so I push

A little harder, the ink bleeding through now.

It hurts my heart to press so hard

For something.

I dig and dig under my skin

for a new thought to pen, but it makes me tired

and I hate this empty page.

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Queen of a Lonely Court

Possible series teaser below :))

I know I've been MIA for literally over a year but I'm back! Got a new phone during college, never re-downloaded Tumblr and forgot😅 anyway, please lmk what you think and if I should continue this story or not! I'm thinking of making it a Loki/Thor pre ragnorok story

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She sat in her throne room, lounging on the stairs in the absence of her subjects, having no one to poise for. Good. Let them leave, she thought. The silent halls seemed to agree in their peace, undisturbed by bustling maids and couriers, chefs, seamstresses, and courters. To hell with them all. All she ever wanted was peace. If it took a kingdom with a queen as the only soul, so be it. Who said it took a people to rule to be ruler?

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Pro-writing tip: if your story doesn't need a number, don't put a fucking number in it.

Nothing, I mean nothing, activates reader pedantry like a number.

I have seen it a thousand times in writing workshops. People just can't resist nitpicking a number. For example, "This scifi story takes place 200 years in the future and they have faster than light travel because it's plot convenient," will immediately drag every armchair scientist out of the woodwork to say why there's no way that technology would exist in only 200 years.

Dates, ages, math, spans of time, I don't know what it is but the second a specific number shows up, your reader is thinking, and they're thinking critically but it's about whether that information is correct. They are now doing the math and have gone off drawing conclusions and getting distracted from your story or worse, putting it down entirely because umm, that sword could not have existed in that Medieval year, or this character couldn't be this old because it means they were an infant when this other story event happened that they're supposed to know about, or these two events now overlap in the timeline, or... etc etc etc.

Unless you are 1000% certain that a specific number is adding to your narrative, and you know rock-solid, backwards and forwards that the information attached to that number is correct and consistent throughout the entire story, do yourself a favor, and don't bring that evil down upon your head.

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his cinnamon girl

pairing bucky barnes x reader

based on real events..

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Bucky closed the door softly behind him putting his keys into the bowl on the side table, the apartment eerily quiet. Either you were asleep or doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing he usually found to be the case.

However, when he approached the kitchen the sight before him made him smile, you sat on the floor in front of the oven on your phone completely oblivious to his presence as you had earphones in, he approached you taking an airpod out which caused you to jump a little.

“JESUS, BUCKY” Clutching your chest.

“Doll, why are you on the kitchen floor?” He raised a brow and had a small smirk on his face because this was just so funny to him.

“I am waiting for the light on the oven to go off that tells me it’s hot enough and then I can put the cinnamon rolls in” You didn’t move from your spot, glancing back to the oven every now and then. Bucky crouched down next to you with a stupid smile on his face.

“What??” You turned to face him sensing his judgement “Can’t a girl sit on the floor while the oven preheats” You sigh dramatically and turn back to the oven as he laughs.

“i’m the luckiest man in the world.” Is all he says in response before standing back up, “i’m gonna go shower, you enjoy sitting on the floor baby” He laughs as he leaves the kitchen, earning an eye roll he doesn’t see from you.

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By the time Bucky gets out the shower you’ve moved to the couch, “Ah my girl can sit on chairs after all,” He smirks as he approaches you.

“I was going to share my cinnamon rolls with you but not you’re not getting any” You huff dramatically which only makes him move to wrap an arm around you and kiss your jawline.

“Forgive me?” He has the poutiest face ever and it’s hard not to smile at him which makes him smile back at you and now you’re two smiling idiots in love.

“Fine.” You say while smiling and gazing at him, to this he places a soft kiss to your lips and the two of you sit there in silence for a few minutes before you get up, much to Buckys disappointment.. to get the rolls out of the oven. You return to the couch with two rolls on two plates for each of you, “Bon appetite!” You grin before digging in as Bucky follows.

As he sees you enjoying the simplest thing that is a cinnamon roll he is overwhelmed with love for you, the ring sitting in his coat pocket on the hook by the front door never feeling so right.

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I Don’t Hate You

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Author: @cap-n-stuff​

Word Count:

Summary: Bucky has always hated you, since the day you met but you’ve never been able to hate him back.

Prompt: “From the bottom of my heart… what the fuck?”

Author’s Note: I was supposed to finish this WAY sooner so I could start writing on series/requests but then 5 minutes of tik tok turned into 3 hours… so yeah.. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this angst! Written for @kitkatd7​’s 250 Writing Challenge! Congrats on 250, love!!

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, SMUT!! [18+ only!!], asshole!bucky, TRIGGER WARNING! PHYSICAL ABUSE IS MENTIONED!!! IT IS NOT EXPLICIT BUT PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE IN ANYWAY UNCOMFORTABLE!!

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James Buchanan Barnes hates you. Absolutely loathes you. But you can’t find it in yourself to hate him. But you should. You should hate the ground he walks on from the number of times he’s treated you like utter shit. You should throw him out of the tower for the number of names he’s called you.

But for some reason, you don’t hate the son of the bitch. You don’t hate how he tells everyone he’s ‘going to the gym’ when in fact he goes to a field to pick flowers. You don’t hate how he’ll protect the people he loves even if it gets him captured, tortured, or even killed. You don’t hate how in the morning he makes the whole team a batch of coffee without saying anything. You don’t hate how despite the pure hatred he has towards you, he still calms you down during your nightmares.

As a matter of fact, the only feeling that seems to flutter out of you when he’s around is fervor, warmth, and giddiness. And that drives you fucking insane. How can a man that has only brought you disgusted looks, snappy remarks, and exasperated arguments make you adore him?

And you don’t think you’ll ever be able to answer that question. You have absolutely zero clue why you love somebody who hates you. 

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Leave - Angst

“Were you even going to tell me?” You felt like your words were at a brick wall as his back remained turned to you whilst he rummaged through the dresser, tears brimming in your eyes as looked to the ceiling- refusing to let the tears fall. No, not when he was still here. 

Tossing the love letters you found onto the bed, you shook your head. They were barely even hidden, truly, like he hastily shoved them under the edge of the bed when you came in from your daily shopping. Not even an hour later did you find them as you came to put your laundry away. 

Sighing through your nose, you let your gaze flicker of the splay of his back, the small strands of hair that you would affectionately play with in the dead of night as you two lay wake discussing anything and everything… Gulping, you forced the words to come out of your mouth. 

“When did you stop loving me?" 

He froze, form going rigid. “I’m sorry,” Was all he could say as your face twisted, feeling like you just got stabbed in the heart. 

“I don’t want your apology, I want you to leave.”

Grabbing the letters in your hand, you feigned interest in them but each loving word made it feel like bile was crawling up your throat.

He packed his bag silently, sneaking gazes before silently exiting, the door shutting with the softest of clicks. 

Only when you heard his boots echo down the hall and out of your home with the front door shutting did you collapse into yourself, sobs wracking through your body as tears streamed down your face- the letters soaking up the substance of your pain. 

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Not a King to You (Thorin x Fem! Reader)

AN: Bridgerton scenes have been all over my TikTok recently, so this happened… I’m also about to  be done with school and I’m so excited to have free-time again for writing. I hope you all enjoy! 

“Did you not hear me?” Thorin suddenly turned, and for a moment your memories flashed back to his Dragon Sickness, his screaming amidst the gold hoard while you all searched for the Arkenstone. 

“I made my order, and I am not going back on it.” 

“Thorin, please, you’re being unreasonable,” You urged, pausing in your trail after him, you felt your pulse quicken. His eyes were darkened, and for a moment you felt uneasy as he stared. 

“I’ve made my decision, I am the king, I decide.”

“Thorin-”

“I am your king!” Thorin bellowed out, glaring as he leaned forward with his words making you take a step back. 

The room grew silent as he stared at you, and for a moment you felt like arguing, arguing that he’s not being himself and that you did not deserve to be spoken to in such a manner. But instead, you took another step back. 

“I’m sorry,” Your voice was eerily professional as you clasped your hands in front of you. “I thought you were just…Thorin, to me,” The weight of the crown pressing onto your head was suddenly heavier than ever before. The uneasy feeling in your gut returned, and suddenly you were aware of just how different Thorin felt in this moment. This wasn’t your husband.

“(Y/n) I-”

“My mistake, my King,” You smiled. “Do you need anything else from me, or may I be excused?” You could feel the eyes of the guards on you as embarrassment crawled up the back of your neck. Of course this had to happen in public, being made into a spectacle. No one could deny Thorin’s decision, not even his wife. 

“(Y/n),” Thorin was softer now, bodily language shifting as he took a step towards you before stopping. 

He took in your body language, the way you leaned back away from him and how your eyes refused to meet his. Gulping down the lump in his throat, Thorin nodded, “You are excused.”

“Thank you, my King.” You bowed your head just slightly enough to show proper professional respect, but not enough for your crown to slide before turning and exiting the hall, lip quivering as soon as your back was turned to him. 

“Have a good evening, my King,” were your final words as you disappeared from sight, tears stinging your eyes. 

That was the last that you had seen of Thorin, as the moment you left you called upon your handmaids to assist you in moving your things to another suite just down the hall. For days you succeeded in avoiding him, until tonight. 

“A letter, from the king,” The messenger said as they passed the envelope to your hands, uneasiness settling in your gut. Divorce papers? You couldn’t help but go to the worst case scenario as you nodded, “Thank you,” You gave a small smile before dismissing the messenger. 

Turning to your desk, you carefully opened the envelope, slicing the wax seal with your letter opener. 

Eyes drifting over the paper, your brows furrowed. It was an invitation to dinner. 

Looking out the window, you realized it was nearly that time. Sighing, you weighed your options. Don’t go, or go and see what Thorin has in store for you. 

“If you’re scared, then do it scared,��� You recalled your mother’s words, always the one to tell you to do the thing you didn’t want to. Groaning to  yourself you felt the urge to slam your head down on your desk but instead you simply dropped the letter on your desk before calling for your handmaid. 

“I kindly request your assistance, I’m needing to dress for dinner.”

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The dining room was empty when you arrived, making your heart sink. Just like so many dinners scheduled before, Thorin hadn’t shown up. 

Glancing towards your usual seat, you noted that two plates of food were already prepared, still steaming. So, the cooks thought he would show. 

Rounding the table, you instead chose to wait by the window, staring out over the vast green hills and ridges that led to Dale and eventually, to Laketown. 

“Thank you for finding this,” Thorin’s words caught your ears but you didn’t dare move, enjoying tracing the path of the Running River, imagining yourself on a little boat drifting down said river. 

“I know this is her favorit- (Y/n),” Thorin paused, breathing out your name as his face brightened with a grin. You showed up. 

Being addressed, you internally sighed, turning to acknowledge him. 

“Thank you again,” Thorin dismissed the servant before returning his gaze back to your form, the room going silent as his eyes glanced over you from head to toe. It had truly been days since he saw you, during the day being so wrapped up in meetings and ‘urgent’ matters, he hadn’t had a chance to try and reconcile with you sooner. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” You broke the silence, looking away and feeling tears sting the back of your eyes again. 

“Like what?”

Scoffing, you shook your head, “Like you still love me.” 

“(Y/n) please- I’m sorry,” Thorin put the bottle of your favorite spirit down on the table before rounding it to get to you. 

“What I said to you was not okay, not in any situation,” He reached out, a flicker of hope dancing in his chest as you didn’t recoil, allowing him to take your hands in his. “I cannot provide an excuse for my actions, nor can I provide a reason for both are dismissive for how much I’ve hurt you.”

“Please look at me,” One of Thorin’s hands released yours in favor of cupping the side of your cheek, the warmth of his hand was the breaking point as a tear finally escaped and trailed down your cheek. Looking up at him, you were surprised to find guilt and anguish at the sight of your tearful face, his thumb gently sweeping over the swell of your cheek to wipe it away. 

“I look at you like I love you because I do love you, please don’t ever doubt that.” 

“I’m not a king to you, I am Thorin, the blacksmith you met so many years ago.” 

“Are you?” 

“I am, and I will do whatever it takes to reassure you of that.”

Reaching your hand up you gripped his hand, your breath leaving in a shaky exhale as you shut your eyes. Thorin leaned his head down, pressing his forehead against yours. “If you will let me, that is?” 

“Always,” You murmured, briefly opening your eyes before they slipped shut again as Thorin pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss, the ache from being apart becoming apparent as you relished in his touch. 

“Now, let’s eat,” Thorin murmured after pulling away, not wanting to separate from you but knowing you both needed dinner.

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