#safe

[prince-ashitaka]

Lets create a house where yelling means we’re having fun. When you hear a door slam you know it was accidentally pulled with too much strength, not slammed out of anger. When there is silence, it is Contentment, not another passive aggressive fight. The dog is no longer barking to protect, he simply just wants the cats to play with him. Let’s create a safe, warm environment that makes you feel like you can breathe, not hold your breath. Let’s stomp on the eggshells we use to tip toe on. Together we will make this house into a home. And welcome all with open arms into this kind and loving space.

[ak-nm]

[huariqueje]

Safe - Anna Calleja , 2020.

Maltese , b. 1997 -

Oil on panel , 30 x 40 in.

[rittzart]

a fat fluffy femme and her scrawny little butch <3

[churchofthemimic]

you know you're safe here

[chibird]

You are safe and loved! 💛

Chibird store | Positive pin club | Instagram

[goodboyrohit]

Receiving affection after being a good boy

[eleganceofhersoul]

[hereiswhatremains]

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

The Last Showgirl (Gia Coppola, 2024)

[foxyheartstring]

[yourtinybook]

activity template — let’s pick some stuff, dinosaur theme!

[cassiemaebarnes]

Safe in the Storm

Bucky x reader

Summary: A storm outside the Avengers tower causes the power to go off, making you face your two biggest fears, but Bucky comes to the rescue.

Word Count: 1323

Another peal of thunder shook the tower as your fingers curled around the blanket wrapped tightly around you. You squeezed your eyes shut harder than they already were, trying desperately to distract yourself from the storm raging outside.

You were trying to focus on taking slow, deep breaths as a bolt of lightning lit up your room, causing you to jump, even though your eyes were sealed shut. When the thunder cracked this time, it shook your room harder than all the others, and your fan slowly turned off. When you opened your eyes, the room was pitch black.

If there’s one thing you hated more than storms, it was the dark.

You quickly reached over to grab your phone, breathing exercises going out the window. You clicked on the flashlight, the bright light illuminating your room in an eerie glow.

You set your phone back on the nightstand, flashlight facing up, as you sat on the edge of your bed and took a deep breath, reminding yourself there was nothing to be scared of.

You stood up and grabbed the blanket from the end of your bed, wrapping it around your shoulders. You picked up your phone and headed to look for a flashlight.

As you padded down the hallway, all you could hear was the howling wind and heavy rain pelting the windows. You had only lived here for a few months, and still got lost sometimes, so you had no idea where to even start looking for a flashlight.

Thunder continued to roll as you finally got to the kitchen. Luckily, there were security lights in the tower that came on when the lights went out, so your phone wasn’t the only light you had. Since you had no idea where to begin, you set your phone down on the island and just started going through random drawers.

You found several junk drawers, filled with stuff like pens, pencils, scissors, tape and other miscellaneous things, but no flashlights. You were making your way over to some of the cupboards when all of a sudden, you heard a voice behind you.

“Y/n?” You instantly recognized the voice as Bucky’s, and you slowly turned around to face him. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for a flashlight,” you answered.

“What, the one on your phone not good enough?”

You quickly realized how silly it all was. I mean, you were a grown woman scared of the dark and a thunderstorm? How embarrassing is that.

Your face quickly flushed, not sure how to respond, when yet another crash of thunder shook the tower, making you practically jump out of your skin. You looked back at Bucky, and between watching you jump and seeing you shaking under your blanket, he quickly realized how scared you were.

You just sighed, waiting for a smart remark to come. A grown adult scared of a little thunderstorm and the dark was definitely a good target for his sarcastic jokes. But instead, he walked over, picked up your phone, and put his arm around your shoulder, guiding you to follow him.

“C’mon,” he said, “I have one in my room.”

You followed him down the hallway, not saying a word. He could feel you shaking under the blanket, so he began to move his thumb in small circles on your shoulder, trying to calm you down.

As you walked into his room, it was dark again, the only light coming from your phone that he was still holding. His arm dropped from your shoulder as he opened his nightstand drawer and pulled out a flashlight. Turning it on, he handed it to you.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, trying to hide your embarrassment. And as if you weren’t embarrassed enough already, thunder shook the tower once again, causing you to jump and drop the flashlight as you took it from his hand.

It hit the ground with a crack, but thankfully it was still working. Your breathing became labored as you tried to calm yourself, but it just wasn’t working.

Bucky bent down and picked up the flashlight, setting it up on the nightstand so it illuminated the room. He walked back over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just a storm. It’ll be over and the lights will be back on in no time.”

Bucky had a way of speaking to you that just made you feel safe, and like everything would be okay. You had never seen this side of him before, but as his hands moved up and down your arms, you found your breath slowly returning to normal.

You took one final deep breath, closing your eyes, trying to calm yourself, when yet another peal of thunder set you off. Instinctively, your hands reached out and grabbed Bucky’s biceps to steady yourself, your hands barely fitting around half of them because they were so big.

“You’re okay, I’m right here. You’re safe,” he said, reassuring you.

You thought back to when you were young, running down the hallway to your parent’s room the second a storm started brewing outside. You would climb up into their bed and your dad would instantly pull you into a hug. And every single time, your dad would repeat to you: I’m right here, baby. You’re safe.

Without thinking, you took a step forward and hugged Bucky around the neck, just needing something, or someone, to hold onto. He was caught off guard at first, but then he wrapped his big, strong arms around your waist, lightly pulling you closer to him. His hand started moving up and down your back, still trying to calm you.

“Why don’t you lay down and try to fall asleep, hmm?”

You slowly took a step back, hands still on his shoulders, and all you could do was give him a little nod. He kept his hand on the small of your back guiding you to his bed that was perfectly made, looking like it had never been slept in. Which it probably never was, as Bucky still slept on the floor.

He pulled the blanket back, then took the blanket from around your shoulders as he stepped to the side to let you slip in. He walked over to the other side of the room and picked his pillow up off the ground, coming back over to lay with you.

As he laid down in the bed, his arms immediately opened, and you scooted into them. Your head rested on his shoulder as his arm slipped around your shoulders, his metal arm resting on your lower back.

You closed your eyes as he pulled you in closer, trying to focus on anything other than the storm. You focused on the heat radiating off of Bucky’s body, the strength of his arms around you, yet holding you softly as if you could break at any second. You focused on his breath, warm on your forehead, and the coolness of the vibranium on your back.

Suddenly, the storm raging outside didn’t seem so loud anymore. Your eyes grew heavier, the exhaustion of being up all night setting in.

Bucky’s hand continued its soothing motions, tracing gentle circles against your back. His steady heartbeat thumped beneath your ear, a quiet rhythm that drowned out the distant cracks of thunder.

“You’re okay,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “I’ve got you.”

A deep breath filled your lungs, and as you exhaled, you felt your body relax fully against him. The storm still raged outside, but here, in the safety of his arms, it couldn’t touch you.

Your fingers curled slightly into his shirt as sleep began to claim you. Just before you drifted off, you felt the faintest press of his lips against the top of your head.

“Sleep, doll,” he whispered. “I’ll be right here.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you believed it.

[shakespearian-love]

Safe with you ❦

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The responsibility of love: To keep another's heart safe.