John 15:13 (NKJV) -
Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.
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Bad Night
Bucky x reader
Word count: drabble
A/N: Trying to write out a lot of little snippets like this that are easier to digest. trying to figure out taglists with shorter ones like these. Feedback appreciated :)
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The door creaks open slowly.
You hold your breath, stifling the sniffles and praying that he can’t hear your racing heart or see the trembling of your body. You were laid in bed, back to the doorway. A small amount of light from the hallway fills the previously dark room.
It’s silent for a few moments before you hear the door close, the room darkening again. It takes his eyes a few moments to adjust before he moves, soft footsteps coming over to the bed. He thinks you're asleep, and you’d like to keep it that way.
You hear the shuffling of him changing his clothes, trying to breathe slowly so he doesn’t hear how your tears have caused your nose to run. It’s getting harder so you try to sniffle quietly, hoping he doesn’t hear it.
He does, and the shuffling stops.
You hold your breath again, praying he doesn’t say anything. Because if he did you knew you would cry and you would not be able to stop.
“Y/n?” he whispers.
You clench your eyes closed, biting your lip.
“Y/n, are you okay?”
You let out a small whimper as silent sobs began to wrack your body. You turned to hide your face in the pillow.
“Hey, hey,” he says, circling around the bed and crouching down beside you, “What’s going on?”
Bucky’s hand comes up to brush some hair out of your face, hushing you softly and leaning in to kiss your forehead.
“It’s okay, you’re okay. Whatever it is, it's gonna be okay. Just have a rough day?” he asks softly, brushing a tear away with his thumb.
You open your mouth to speak but no words come out.
Bucky sighs, nodding a little to himself.
“That’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it. Do you want me to just hold you for a while?”
You nodded a little, and he pressed another feather light kiss to your forehead. “Ok, just give me one second.” He stood up and went back to his side of the bed, pulling the covers back and getting in behind you. You felt the bed dip as he laid down, moving closer to you before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back to meet his chest. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and nuzzles his nose in your neck.
“I’m right here, y/n. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”
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got told at lunch "you feel like Tumblr Incarnate" and i had to tell them i've been here for 13 years and counting. i was here three years before dashcon happened. i saw the mishapocalypse. i survived the gigapause. i've been here longer than the shoelaces post. i've been here since it was hipsters versus fandom and i played both sides extensively by overdoing the sepia filters on everything and making my own flashing galaxy gif edits for my fandom posts. i'm every tumblr. it's all in me
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hey, don't cry. one cup heavy whipping cream, two tablespoons granulated sugar, three tablespoons cocoa powder and whisk until stiff peaks form for three ingredient chocolate mousse, okay?
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When I was a kid one of my moms would call her period "moon time" or "her monthlies" or shit like that and my other mom straight up stealthed it, but when I'm a dad I think I'm gonna go straight down the middle and call it Werewolf Week. Like sorry kids, dad can't roughouse right now, it's Werewolf Week
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