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Bro you sure you wanna open requests for the clown man? You may end up drowning in all the thirst. Your writing is awesome! Loved both one shots.
I'm 100% ready to start watering those dying thirst crops lmao. And thank you so much! I'm glad people enjoy them so much.
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These are the ratio stats of the visually impaired verses the number of volunteers willing to assist them in every day tasks on the app BE MY EYES.
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i’ve only read this three times so far but it’s just as good as the first time, maybe even better. all i know is that this is amazing. the miscommunication. the hurt. the angst. this is what i signed up for. and yes, the resolution at the end is nice... but this...
You step just out of his reach, denying him. Something akin to hurt flashes across his face.
THIS is my favourite part. something about this, idk what it is but it gets to me. hits me right in the chest. this is the good kinda pain. i can’t explain it. but don’t you explain it to me. i don’t wanna hear about how i read angst to fill whatever hole is in my life or whatever psychological thing(s) it involves. just let me enjoy my angst.
Can’t get the words out
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky’s been awfully distant lately. You don’t think your heart can take what you know he’s about to say.
Word count: 3.1k
Warnings: Angst
a/n: I’m so happy everyone enjoyed my first oneshot!! Here’s another one!
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“You always bake at 3am, or do you have a bake sale coming up we don’t know about?” Tony’s voice carries across the kitchen, startling you into dropping the cupcake you were icing. You reach down to grab it and throw him a glare.
“If I was having a bake sale, you just lost your cut of the profits.”
“Doesn’t work that way, Marie Callender. I provide the kitchen, I get some of the cash.” He grabs a cookie off one of the many pans strewn about the kitchen. “Seriously though, what’s with the baked goods?”
You sigh, abandoning the piping bag and wiping the excess icing from your hands onto your apron. It was Bucky’s. You gave it to him after he’d made you dinner for the third time.
In all honesty, you don’t really have a reason for why you were baking enough to feed an army at three in the morning. You aren’t notorious for supplying the team with sweets, nor are you aware of any hidden personal hobbies involving the kitchen. You have just tried everything else already. You tried reading a book, taking a walk, watching a movie, and even writing in a journal. You knew that last one wouldn’t do anything for you, but it was after you tried to leave the compound in the late hours of the night and Steve was already waiting at the door to turn you back around. It was a last resort.
You tried it all and absolutely nothing could get your mind off of how distant Bucky was being, how standoffish he had been acting for the past 3 weeks. It came out of nowhere, honestly. You’ve been together for years and nothing seemed amiss. Up until a few weeks ago, you were so unbelievably happy you didn’t think anything could go wrong.
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