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i know it’s been said before, but it bears repeating: a big, big part of maintaining your confidence & self esteem as a creator is fully embracing the concept of “you don’t have to be good like them.  you can be good like you.”

for example, i’m not someone who’s particularly good at coming up with complex, elaborate plots or incredibly unique ideas.  it’s just not how i choose to write.  and it would be easy for me to look at someone with an elaborate, super unique plot & decide that because i don’t write like that, i’m not a good writer.  after all, unique plots are good, and my writing lacks those, so my writing must not be good, right?  well, no, actually.  i just have different strengths, like taking a simple premise & digging super deep into its emotional depths.  that’s what i do well & it isn’t any better or worse than people who do elaborate world building or come up with really creative and unexpected plots.

your writing is never going to be all things to all people.  it just isn’t.  inevitably, you’ll have to make creative choices that favor certain aspects of writing over others.  there is truly no getting around that & it’s honestly a good thing, because it means you’ve developed your own style.  but you’ll always encounter other creators who posses strengths that you don’t.  it doesn’t mean one is better than the other or that your writing isn’t good enough. 

comparing yourself like that would be like taking a piece of pizza & a cupcake & going “oh no, that cupcake is so sweet & my pizza isn’t sweet at all.” or “gosh, the garlic crust on that pizza is delicious and my cupcake doesn’t have ANY garlic.”  obviously your pizza isn’t sweet.  obviously your cupcake doesn’t have garlic.  a food can’t have every single delicious flavor at once.  the cupcake is good like a cupcake.  the pizza is good like a pizza.  so you don’t have to be good like them.  you can be good like you.

If I make myself cry by writing am I a good writer or mentally ill

Happiness Will Come To You.

Mama Kerr

Pairing: Malia X Reader(gender not specified), Scott X Kira, Alisson X Isaac, Jackson X Ethan, Lydia X Aiden, Stiles X Derek, Theo X Liam, Mason X Corey

Canon: Teen Wolf

Content: General stupid teenager trip stuff, smut, fluff, alcohol, nudity

Author's Note: I saw this post by @rottenstyx and it inspired me to write this fic, apologies if someone has already written it. Also, sorry this took SO long to write. I'm always busy and I never managed to find the time.

Summary: With graduation just around the corner, the senior members of the pack will soon be leaving Beacon Hills High School. You suggest the entire pack take a road trip together and just do some normal teenager things for a change, but what happens when you take a break from hunting evil and go on vacation?

The end of the school year. It was that time of year again, that time of year that normally brought a sense of joy along with it. That time of year that you and the rest of the pack would normally wait for eagerly... But not this year. Because this year, it was your last school holiday before college.

You had two things on your mind. Firstly, an unforgettable time with your friends. You wanted to spend one last, villian-free trip together before the end of an era dawned, and the majority of you would officially end your tenure at Beacon Hills High.

Secondly, and most importantly, you had a college decision to make. A hard one. Your girlfriend, Malia, had been placed on the waiting list at Santa Ana. While you were on the waiting list at both Santa Ana and Stanford. However, in a moment of madness, when questioned about it by Malia, you froze and only mentioned Stanford. Why would you do that? Because Stanford had always been your dream school. That was until you got another dream, to go to the same school as Malia. It was all you talked about for the past month. Sharing a dorm, walking each other to class, coming down together for the holidays; and now you were split between worlds.

You walked into your room to gather the last of your things for the trip. You were all driving up to Lydia's family's Lake House for the weekend. You sighed as you packed some clothes into a suitcase when Scott walked in.

"Ready?".

"Almost".

"What're you planning on doing when we get there?", Scott asked curiously.

You paused, "...I thought we were just gonna hang out. Why? Is there some serious conversation you needed to have?".

"Yeah... With Kira".

"Right! She's taking a gap year to go on that Asia trip with her parents".

"...And I dont know what we're gonna do since we were supposed to go on all those campus tours together. I can't just do nothing for a year".

"But you also don't wanna be a year ahead of her".

Scott nodded his head, "What about you and Malia? You guys probably have some stuff to clear out since you're going to different colleges".

"That's... Not the only problem we're having", you said shyly.

"Meaning?", Stiles said as he entered the room.

"Well... We've been dating for a while now. And we've said 'I love you', but we haven't..."

Scott and Stiles looked on in confusion.

You sighed, "Y'know, we haven't... Done it yet".

"Ooohhh", they said at the same time.

"Yeah, you ought to have that talk", Stiles said.

"Oh, Please", you responded, rolling you eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?", Stiles asked.

"You've had a crush on Derek for years and you haven't even talked to him about it yet".

"I have a pact".

"With?", Scott asked.

"Liam. I'll talk to Derek when he talks to Theo".

You and Scott laughed under your breath and Stiles rolled his eyes, "Can we go now?", He asked impatiently.

"Yeah, Let's get moving", you said as the three of you headed outside.

About an hour later, you all arrived at the luxurious cabin. You shuffled inside with multiple bags in hand and threw them inside an empty room.

"Hi!", A voice called out enthusiastically. You turned around to see Malia, with her arms outstretched, moving towards you. She placed her arms gently around your neck and gave you a peck on the lips.

"Hi", you said, as you kissed her back.

"How was your drive?", She asked.

"Fine. Where's everyone else?".

"Outside. Mason and Corey are starting a barbeque".

You walked outside, hand in hand, and found Mason had already set up the barbeque stand while Corey prepared the meat.

Later that evening, you sat on a fold-up chair and praised a hotdog, possibly the best you've ever tasted. "Oh my god, Mason what is in this?".

He smiled, "It's Corey's secret recipe".

You looked at Corey expectedly.

Corey put his hands up in defence, "A magician never reveals his secrets".

You laughed, took another bite of the delicious hotdog and noticed something out of the corner of your eye. On the edge of the dock, Scott and Kira were sitting side by side on the wooden platform above the water, engaged in a conversation; and it looked serious.

"I... Don't know what I'm gonna do next year", Scott said.

"What'd you mean?", Kira asked.

Scott sighed, "We were supposed to go on all those campus tours together, pick one and start the year together. Now you're taking a gap year... I don't wanna do nothing for an entire year but... I also don't wanna start a year before you".

Kira sighed, "Right... The Asia trip. It meant so much to my parents I didn't think about how it would affect... Us. Do you want me to not go?".

"Only if you don't want to".

Kira sighed, "But I do want to, Scott... But I also want to start freshman year with you... Together".

"...Are we gonna be together next year?".

"Yes! God, yes... I love you, Scott McCall".

"I love you too... So... What are we gonna do then?".

Kira thought for a second, then, an idea sparked in her head, "Come with me".

"What?".

"Come with me. On the trip, and we'll do the campus tours after. That way you don't have to spend a year waiting for me and we can still start freshman year together".

Scott considered the idea, then he smiled. A big, bright genuine smile. "Okay", he said, as he leaned forward to cup her cheek with his hand and kiss her passionately.

You couldn't hear what they were saying but you were happy they made up, and seeing them have the tough conversation they were avoiding made you realise there was a talk you'd been avoiding as well. You looked around for Malia but couldn't find her. Excusing yourself, you headed inside the house to look for her. You opened the door to the room you had kept your bags in, and at the very same time caught Malia exiting the shower; completely naked.

"Oh--Sh--Sorry!", You exclaimed as you turned around.

"*your name*, I'm fine with you seeing me naked", she said with a chuckle.

"I'm not"

Once again, she chuckled, "You're cute... What's up?".

"I... Wanted to talk to you about something".

"Okay then", she said as she waited patiently for you to speak, although an impending silence filled the air.

"Can you put a towel on please?".

"Ugh, fine"

You waited a few seconds for her to cover herself up. "You can turn around now".

You turned around and saw Malia wrapped In a white towel, folded neatly just above her breasts and her hair still slightly damp. "So... You had something on your mind".

"Yeah. I was thinking... We've been dating a long time...".

"We have".

"And I was thinking... Before we graduate. There's something we haven't done before that I think I'm ready to do... But not sure if you feel the same way about--".

"You wanna have sex", Malia says quite bluntly.

"Yeah", you say, with a hint of embarrassment.

"Why're you so nervous about this".

"Because I... I haven't...", You sighed, "I haven't done this before".

"You're a virgin?".

"Yeah".

Malia paused, and observed the situation carefully before speaking again, "You said you were ready", Malia said, with her big, brown, soul bearing eyes staring into yours.

"I am. I just wasn't sure if you were".

"I am", she says, with absolutely no hesitation. "So...."

"I don't know", you say shyly.

Malia leans forward and kisses you, then she leans back, and slowly, seductively, removes the towel and let's it fall to the floor. She's completely naked. "Now you", she says.

You start removing your clothes. Following her moves, you take them off slowly and let them fall to the floor, letting her watch and enjoy and allowing her lust for you to grow stronger. Soon you're both completely naked.

Malia leans forward to kiss you again, this time you place your hands around her waist and push her down onto the bed. All of a sudden, the door swings open and Stiles and Derek barge in, half naked and kissing each other.

"Stiles!?", You scream out.

"*your name*!?", Stiles responds.

"Derek!?", Malia exclaims.

"Malia!?", Derek shouts.

"WHAT!?", Derek and Stiles scream simultaneously.

"GET OUT!", You and Malia yell in response.

Embarrassed, Stiles and Derek stumbled out of the room. You sighed, "Maybe we should take this somewhere more private?", You asked.

"Agreed", Malia said desperately.

You both streaked naked out of the room and ran into a nearby closet. Inside, it was pitch black. Despite not being able to see a thing, you started again. You took Malia in your arms and, chest to chest, you started embracing each other in passionate kisses, earning small moans from each other along the way.

You felt a hand reach around your neck and pull you in.

Then a second one around the small of your back.

And then another one touch your leg.

"Wait, what?"

You turned on the lights and turned around to see that Theo and Liam, also naked, were also in the closet.

"Liam!?", Malia exclaimed.

"Malia!?", Theo shouted.

"We are NOT doing this again", you said with a hint of annoyance. You grabbed Malia by the hand and once again, streaked across the house naked back to the room you were in originally. You placed a tie on the handle for privacy before shutting the door. You knew you were going to be in there for a long time.

You woke up the next morning wrapped in the sheets with Malia asleep next to you. You leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. Her eyes fluttered and she smiled. "Good morning", you said, as you kissed her again.

"Good morning", she replied, and paused before speaking as if to say something emotional or meaningful "I was hoping we could do this for the first time before we leave. Since we're going to different schools, y'know?"

"Yeah... I know exactly what you mean", you say with a hint of guilt.

You walked outside, hand in hand, both with untidy hair and joined the others for breakfast. You noticed the twins laughing about something.

"Ethan, Aiden, What's up?", You asked. They both signalled for you to be quiet as Jackson entered the room. He had a magic marker moustache and goatee drawn on his face and yet still, he walked with his usual sense of self confidence.

"What's wrong?", Jackson asked as he noticed everyone staring.

"Nothing, babe", Ethan said as they kissed.

Everyone laughed under their breath and you heard a sound come from your laptop. You opened it up and noticed that there were two notifications from your emails. You opened them and horror fell upon your face as you read them.

An acceptance letter from Santa Ana.

And...

An acceptance letter from Stanford.

"Shit!", You exclaimed

"What was that?", Malia asked.

"Hm? Oh, nothing".

You knew this decision was going to be hard. Do you go to your dream school or do you go to school with Malia? Both would be amazing. In truth, you were hoping fate would make the decision for you by getting you accepted by one and rejected from the other, leaving you with no choice. Well, here you were with a choice, and you didn't wanna make it, but time was running out.

"Hey guys, I invited a few people over to have a party later tonight", Jackson said.

"Should be fun", Aiden says, with his arm around Lydia's shoulder.

"Nothing too crazy, Jackson. My parents will kill me if this place gets trashed".

"Relax, it's just a few people".

A few hours later...

Literally every 12th grader from Beacon Hills High is stuffed into the cabin. Loud pop music plays in the background as people dance and play party games.

At the dart board, your team needs a bullseye to level things up, and Isaac has been your shining star so far. He's hit the centre on 7 out of his previous 9 attempts. Allison's team watches on in anticipation, if Isaac misses, they win.

"Miss, Isaac! Miss!", Allison screams in the background.

Isaac turns to her before throwing the dart. "Sorry babe, nothing's making me miss this shot".

Allison lifts up her shirt and bra and reveals her breasts to Isaac. Drooling over them, he doesn't pay attention to board and throws the dart completely wide.

"NO!", you scream in despair as the other team begins to cheer.

The party went on late into the night as people played spin the bottle, truth or dare and beer pong. Alot happened but somewhere in the night, Malia kissed Lydia causing everyone to cheer. You were asked to tell the truth about when you lost your virginity, and when you replied "Yesterday", it was met with silence followed by uproarious laughter and Allison proved to have a surprisingly high alcohol tolerance.

The next morning, everyone besides the pack had left, and you were all just about finished cleaning up the cabin. When you were done, you threw the garbage bags aside and sat around a fire. "I've got the strong stuff!", Lydia says as she joins the rest of the pack with a bottle of Jager in hand.

"This is it", you say in a gloomy tone. "This is the last thing we do together before we leave for college".

The statement sends a ripple effect of sadness throughout the pack. An impending silence fills the air for more than a minute as you all reminisce about everything that's happened over the last few years. "To Beacon Hills", Lydia says as she takes a large sip of Jager and passes it along. Soon everyone has taken a sip of the strong alcohol and said, in various different tones, "To Beacon Hills!".

As everyone finished up their conversations, you pulled Malia aside asking if you could talk, and she obliged. "What's up?", She asked.

"Malia... I haven't been completely honest with you. There's alot I need to tell you, so... You need to promise to let me finish. This is important".

"Oh...okay", she says softly.

"I was on the waiting list for Santa Ana, but what I didn't tell you was that I was also on the waiting list for Stanford. I didn't tell you because even though I really really wanna go to the same school as you... It's always been my dream to go to Stanford. And I've just been accepted to both. I've made My decision...

... and I'm going to Stanford. Look, I know what they say about long distance relationships, but we're special, we can make it work--"

"--*your name*", she says.

"--Because if you think about it were going to be really busy with classes anyway, and I know you really wanted to share a dorm and I'm sorry--"

"--*your name*", she says again.

"--But I swear I'll come and see you every holiday and every time I'm free and I'll call you all the time as well--"

"--*YOUR NAME*!", She exclaimed, much louder than before.

"Yeah?", You asked, expecting the worst.

"I'm happy you're going to Stanford".

"Really?".

"Yeah... 'cause... I haven't been entirely honestly with you either".

"What'd you mean?"

Malia reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, "This", she handed it to you and you unfolded it. It was an acceptance letter to Stanford.

"YOU GOT INTO STANFORD!?".

"Hey!", She said as she squinted her eyes, slightly offended.

"Sorry", you said with an apologetic chuckle. "...Why didn't you tell me?", You asked.

"The same reason you didn't tell me about Santa Ana".

You laughed, you laughed in relief and then Malia joined you, placing her hands over your shoulders and leaning her face closer to yours. "So... What're we doing?", You asked.

"We're going to Stanford, *your name*, and we're going together".

You smiled a huge, beaming smile of relief and pulled Malia in for a long, tantalizing kiss. You looked out into the sunset, unsure of what your futures hold, but grateful you get to experience it together.

The moment is interrupted by Stiles' police radio message, "We need all units available to make their way to the woods we have found half a dead body, I repeat we have found half a dead body, over".

Stiles raises his finger and opens his mouth to speak but is cut off.

"NO!", Everyone yells at once.

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derek hale x fem!reader

summary: derek hale is over protective, and even more so when it comes to his girlfriend. 

warnings: reader, allison and lydia are drunk. over protective derek. 

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¿Por qué es tan largo que ni siquiera es bueno? 😭😭

You ran into your house, slamming the door shut behind you before peeking through the window, making sure no one else was there.

"Fuck!" you yelled, frustrated.

"We were doing what was best for you," you clenched your jaw, looking down as your dad stood in front of you.

"I thought you forgot about me or something... you left. No call or text. You just left," you could feel the tears in your eyes as you avoided eye contact with your family. You knew what they'd have to say about you crying.

"And now we're back. You're going to come with us this time, we moved to Oklahoma," you continued looking down before hearing your mom sigh.

"Look up, (Y/N)," she started.

"Look up," you heard your dad's voice echo over hers as you looked up.

"You're being weak, you have no reason to be upset," your dad raised his voice slightly.

You nodded your head, wiping away your tears.

"I can't leave. I've already-"

"You don't have much of a choice, (Y/N)," your mother interrupted.

"School already started. My friends are all-"

"You don't have any friends, (YN)."

You wrapped your hands around your head, trying to hold your tears in. It was only a matter of time before your parents found you again, and would force you to move with them.

You dropped your bag to the ground, before receiving yet another call from Derek Hale.

You declined the call once more, before throwing your phone at the wall, seeing it shatter. There was no one else who'd care enough to call you like that.

Your heart was racing in the back of your head as you sniffled softly, making your way to your room.

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You continued to cut up a carrot, too distracted with your thoughts as you felt the blade cut through your finger as you screamed out.

You dropped the knife, your hands shaking as you saw blood rush out of your cut, before grabbing a washcloth.

You heard your doorbell ring as you tensed, unsure of who it would be.

You took a step forward, peeking out the window as your face dropped, seeing Derek standing at your door.

You walked away from your door, hearing him knock again.

"I can hear your heartbeat, I know you're in there," his voice was muffled as you scoffed, walking away from the door.

"(Y/N), please open the door," you continued to ignore him, making your way back to the stove, seeing your bloodstains on the knife.

You heard a sound of the door unlocking as you frowned, before seeing Derek opening the door.

"What the fuck?" you yelled at him.

"You've been avoiding my calls all week," he started.

"Why do you need to talk to me? So you can remind me how fucked up I am? Thanks, but I'm pretty sure I know," you let out a petty laugh, seeing his face drop in guilt.

Your eyes watered slightly as you closed the door behind him, walking to look for a bandage.

"I know what I said was bad, but-"

"There isn't any but. I want you to leave me alone. Don't you have anything better to do with your life? You have Cora, you have Jeniffer," he put his hand on your shoulder as you pushed away, stumbling back a few steps.

"You were right. Cora went back home, she's back in South America. Jeniffer was... she was bad," he said softly.

"I could've told you that to begin with," you saw him frown, as you shook your head.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly.

"Why do you want to know? So you can just take pity on me again?" he could hear the anger in your voice, letting out a shaky breath.

"Look, (Y/N)-"

"I don't want to hear your bullshit excuses. It's been weeks since I left and I don't need you coming back like this. Not now," he followed you as you walked to the front door, looking out the window once again.

"Just listen to me!" you heard him yell as you froze.

"I didn't mean what I said that night. I didn't want to hurt Isaac either. It was all Jeniffer. She messed with my mind," he apologized.

"It wasn't Jeniffer who threw that glass at Isaac. It wasn't Jeniffer who shamed me for the w-worst thing that ever happened to me," your voice wavered as you stumbled backward from Derek.

"You're the fucking alpha. You expect me to believe that some stupid teacher bitch from Beacon Hills High forced you to push us all away?" the tears in your eyes were evident, seeing a pained expression on Derek's face.

"I don't... I needed to apologize," he said softly.

"It doesn't matter. You were wrong anyways. My parents are back and now they're forcing me to leave with them," you laughed, seeing him give you a worried look.

"What?" he asked softly.

"I ran away when they tried to take me back and it's only a matter of minutes before they find me and drag me to fucking Oklahoma," he wrapped his arms around you tightly, before you cried softly.

You pulled off of him, before shaking your head.

"No. You don't just get to come back here like this and expect me to be okay with how you were acting," you cried.

"I don't expect you to be okay with it, (Y/N). Just please know that I'm sorry and that I didn't mean it, okay?" he said softly.

You sobbed loudly, feeling him hold you once more as you fell to your knees, while he stroked your back softly.

"I hate them so much," you cried.

"I know. Which is why you aren't gonna go with them, okay? You're staying right here, with me. They'll have to kill me before they can take you," you nodded, feeling him press his lips to your forehead, trying to calm you.

"I don't want to leave," you whispered.

"And you're not going to," you looked up at him, seeing tears forming in his eyes as he wiped your cheeks.

"Come on, come back to the loft. They have a less chance of looking there," Derek said softly.

You nodded softly before he helped you up. He held you tightly, switching off the lights before the two of you walked out of the house.

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That’s a cute foot fetish you got there, would you mind keeping it 25796323689432 feet away from me?

Can I request something cheesy for Bucky x reader? Reader is staying in his room for the night because he's having nightmares. "I'm falling in love with you Bucky." "Don't play with me doll" "Who said I was playing?" And they kiss half asleep. Maybe in the morning Steve is smiling like a jackass because he knew they'd get together.

this is so cute i cry. waaaaa

CAN I KISS YOU?- J.B BARNES

Pairing: Best Friend! Bucky x Fem! Reader (College AU)

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: none really other then some petnames, and mentions of smoking weed. lots of fluff but hints of sexual tension mkay mkayy

Ring! Ring!

Your phone sounded from under the blankets, the shrill noise waking you from your grogginess. You moaned, hand smacking the covers as you were blinded, face smushed in the pillow from when you were crying.

Your cheeks were sticky, eyes swollen as you had cried yourself into a state of sleepiness, just on the brink of unconsciousness before your phone had gone off.

You finally had found it, eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room your roommate had left on before she left, when she had snuck into your room to steal the lipgloss you had begged her not to.

“Hello?” you croaked out, voice laced with sleep as your rubbed your tired eyes.

“Kitty cat? Are you okay? I’ve tried calling you for a while now.” Your best friend Bucky asked, concern evident as you sat up fully. “Yeah, yeah I’m so sorry I was asleep. Is everything okay?”

“Just missed you. Can't sleep.” he sighed, and you could tell he was having his nightmares again. They happened nearly every night, and you did everything in your power to help him.

Weekly sleepovers were the routine for the pair of you, and honestly- nothing sounded better than being in his arms right now.

“You want me to come over Bucko?” you cooed gently, shuffling out of bed, watching as his oversized sweater slouched down past your knees.

“You know I do. But isn't Julia with you?” he asked, knowing that when your roommate was over she tended to want to do things with you, like take you out. You much rather stay in the comfort of your dorm, or his and Steves than go out and drink until your legs no longer functioned.

“No um- she left. Went to a party…again.” you huffed, opening your nightside table drawer to garb two bags of chamomile tea for when you went over. “You didn't want to go?”

“I never want to go. My idea of a good time is being with you or smoking weed in my room. Or those two things, together.’ He laughed at your truthful answer, knowing deep down you were right.

You hated big groups and gatherings, trying to avoid them the best you could. Sometimes, you'd go- just to make Julia happy. Tonight though, you couldn't. You didn’t have the energy, and you were tired of feeling used.

“I’ll be over in five.” you smiled, feeling slightly better already that you'd be seeing him soon. The man who always made you feel better when you were down, who looked after you as you did with him.

The man you were in love with.

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“Knock knockity knock knock!” you sang out softly, twisting the knob open to Bucky and Steve's door, poking your head in. You shuffled inside, tote bag filled with goodies brushing against the doorframe as you surveyed the little common room.

Steve waved at you from the little kitchenette, slipping his headphones off. “There she is!” he smiled, watching as you tossed your bag up on the counter beside him.

“Back again for more.” you teased, grabbing the tea packets, Steve switching the flicker on the kettle as he had done so many times before. “Did you bring more goodies this time?” he asked, leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you with amusement as you struggled to grab the cups at the top shelf.

“I brought my weighted neck thingy I thought would help him this time. The tea- of course, and some late-night snacks.”

“Anything I can snag?” he asked, riffling through your bag before he stopped on a bag of cheese crackers. He tilted his head in an asking manner, and you nodded, watching him pocket the bag.

“God bless your soul Y/N.” he sighed, kissing the top of your head before he made his way over to his bedroom. “Goodnight stinker.” you whispered, making him laugh as he shut the door behind him.

You listened to the kettle whistle, the steam emerging from the top as you poured the hot water into the mugs. You hummed a little tune to yourself as you hiked your bag up your shoulder, balancing the drinks in hand as you walked slowly on the old hardwood, so it wouldn't creak in the night.

“Bucko?” you called out, seeing the door hand twist, his large figure appearing from the doorway. “Hi pretty kitty.” he smiled, dimples appearing as he opened the door, shooing you in quietly.

“I come bearing gifts.” you smiled, holding up the mugs before setting them down on his dresser. You took in his room, one you had been in many times before but couldn't get enough of.

You had helped him decorate it when the two of you moved into residence, transforming the dark and shabby shell of a room into something of a comfort. Posters dotted the walls, framed photos, candles and stacks of books, and his sketches surrounded the area, making you smile.

“You know you don't have to bring stuff every time you come over. Your company is plenty.” he shook his head with a smile, watching as you unloaded the snacks and comforts from your bag.

“You're telling me you don’t want… Mini Eggs?” you asked teasingly, shaking the bag in front of his face before he snatched it from you.

“Well duh. But doesn't the chocolate kinda cancel out the tea?” he asked, popping the bag open as he tossed a little blue egg in his mouth. “I don’t really care 'cause they taste good.” you shrugged in response, taking a sip of the piping hot tea, humming in delight as it warmed your insides.

“Very true.” he agreed, the old bed creaking as he plopped back onto it, resting his head on one of the many pillows, looking up at the fairy lights.

“Oh! I almost forgot-” You rummaged through your bag, pulling out the weighted shoulder pads. “I know you like your weighted blanket and you said your shoulders had been acting up so I brought this.” you smiled, skipping over to him as you sat beside him in bed, sliding it on him.

“Oh thank you kit. You're such an angel to me.” he blushed, kissing your hand gently. “Of course silly. Anything for you.” you said, snuggling into bed, not noticing the blush that deepened across his cheeks at your words.

“Hey kitty?”

“Yea?” You looked up at him, head resting on his shoulder as he held you closer. “Were you crying earlier? Your eyes are swollen.”

You looked down, not wanting to meet his gaze anymore. He had you figured out. He always did.

Damn him and his superhuman ability to read you like an open book.

“Maybe.”

“Hey, hey we don't have to talk about it. It doesn't matter why it matters that you did. And I’m really sorry for that kit.” he tilted your head up with his thumb, brushing your cheek.

“I’m here, okay? Always.” You sniffled, feeling the tears starting to brew again. ‘Thank you Bucky. Really.”

“Besides, you're too pretty to cry anyways.” he teased, making you laugh as he wrapped a soft, fuzzy blanket around your frame. “And you're too pretty to have sleeping problems.” you snorted, patting his bicep gently.

“Pfft. Yeah, I guess so eh?” he sighed, an arm wrapped around you as his hand stroked your back in a repeating, soothing motion. “It's okay. We can just eat snacks and cuddle away our problems.”

“Cause our problems fuckin suck.” he agreed, watching as you clung to his sleep shirt- an old band tee he had thrifted with you months ago.

“They really do. But we have each other.” you acknowledged, watching the clock's hands tick by on the wall. There was a kiss placed to your head and you smiled as he breathed in your lavender shampoo. “That we do doll. That we do.” he murmured, sleep laced in his voice as you closed your eyes.

You were groggy, muscles relaxing under his touch as you breathed in his comforting smell. You listened to his breaths, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he fell deeper into relaxation.

It was then you decided to take the leap you had been wanting to take for years now. When the two of you were safe, and no one could harm you. Not even your own ego if it was wounded- you were too sleepy to care.

“ Hey Buck? I think I’m falling in love with you. Fallen- I mean.” You felt the bed shift as he peered down at you, shock written clear as day across his face.

Shock and well… Was that a hint of giddiness in his eyes?

"Don't play with me doll" he laughed half heartedly, as if this was a joke to you. “Who said I was playing? I’m serious.” you said sleepy, nails digging into his shirt as you clung to him tighter.

You were scared to let go, to leave his eyes. You were swallowed in their depth as he took you in, a blush back on his cheeks.

“ Serious?”

“Serious.”

He hummed to himself, as if he were thinking it though. “Okay.” was all he replied, a sly smirk on his face as he nuzzled back into his pillow with a yawn.

“Okay? That's all I get is an okay?”

“Yup.” he popped the p, his favorite thing in the whole wide world was to get under your skin and tease you. You grumbled incoherently, tugging the blanket over your shoulders.

It was several moments before you heard his voice again, and you perked up immediately. “Kit?”

“Yeah?” You waited, watching as he chewed on his lip.

“Can I kiss you? Ya know… like what all best friends do?”

You were stunned.

Yes. Yes yes, this is all I have ever wanted for years please Bucky, please kiss me with those beautiful, soft pink lips of yours, so your stumble scratches my skin slightly please.

Instead, you were quiet, jaw dropped to the floor. You couldn't speak, so you did the only logical thing you could think of. A hand snaked out to capture his jaw, thumb brushing his chin as you leaned in, lips attaching to his.

He tasted of mint and a sweetness that drove you wild, made your head spin as you heard his breath hitch. It was sweet and tender, yet lazy as whispers of sleep was exchanged between the two of you.

His teeth nibbled on your lower lip, tugging on it as you broke apart, as if Bucky wasn't ready to let you go quite yet. His eyes met your own with a look of hunger as he sucked, leaving your lip slightly swollen.

“So that happened.” you breathed, unable to leave his trance, watching that boyish grin you loved so much appear on his face. “That happened. Are you happy that it happened?” he asked as you snuggled back into his chest.

“Yes. Yes I am.”

And that was that.

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The smell of bacon and fresh eggs on the stove woke you from sleep, the comforting scent reminding you of Saturday mornings at your mother's house.

You sighed happily, knowing today was going to be a good day. You had no classes today, and you knew Bucky was free until his 8pm class.

The bed when empty when you stretched, yet the warmth of Bucky's body heat still remained on the sheets. Water spraying from the showerhead trickled from the bathroom, a yawn escaping you as you glanced at the clock on his bedside table.

8:48.

You were proud of yourself for not sleeping in until the late afternoon, knowing you'd be able to snag Steve's breakfast when it was still fresh.

You slid out from under the blankets, snagging a pair of fluffy socks from Bucky's drawer. Hobbling over, you balanced as you slid theme on, Steve's eyes watching you as you shuffled out the door.

“What?” you asked, watching as he just smiled, moving the egg around with his spatula as he whistled a tune.

“Oh nothin.”

“Nothin?” you questioned, confused about why he was acting as if he were a first grader with a secret he refused to tell you at recess.

“You just look… glowy. That's all.”

“Ah yes that smooth, silky pregnancy glow.” you teased, sliding up on the barstool as Steve tossed you a fresh blueberry from the basket beside him.

You caught it in your mouth, humming in delight as the sweet juices exploded in your mouth, sparking up your taste buds. It was then your stomach rumbled, anxious to have some food put in it.

“You know what I mean. So.. who made the first move?” he smiled, giddy as he turned to face you, letting the bacon simmer. “Who said there was a first move?”

“Uh, the look in your eyes. And the fact you literally cannot stop smiling, and it's a semi- decent time for you to be up. smiling.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing damn well he was right. It was true- you couldn't stop smiling. A feeling of happiness seemed to bloom in your chest at the actions that were portrayed last night, an afterthought that refused to leave.

“If you give me another berry- I’ll tell you. M’starving.”

“Kitty made the first move. Begged me to kiss her.” Bucky's voice called from the bathroom, the door now wide open as he stepped out, towel wrapped around his waist.

You forced your jaw to stay clamped shut, though all it wanted to do was fall to the ground as he made his way to you, water droplets still clung to his shoulders. It was nothing you hadn't seen before, Bucky's 6’4, toned body something you had pictured many times.

But now, it was different. How- you didn't know, but it was somehow.

“I did not! You asked me!” you exclaimed, shock written on your face as Bucky opened the fridge, stray water continuing to drip on the hardwood.

“She was all over me dude. I have never seen a girl so head over heels.” he smirked, making Steve laugh. Steve knew damn well Bucky was talking about himself, as Steve had told you many times Bucky had a thing for you.

You were just too scared to act on anything… until last night.

“He asked me. Swear on my life.”

“Yeah, yea yea you kissed. I told you so.” Steve grinned, Bucky’s eyes meeting yours, noticing as you (tried to) indirectly check him out for the millionth time. “You told no one so.”

“Did so.”

“Did not.” you and Bucky bickered back together, Steve's eyes rolling in response.

“If you keep fighting me I’m eating all this food myself.” Steve replied, making you laugh.

“Touche man. Tou fuckin che.”

HEADACHES- J.B BARNES

Pairing: Boyfriend! Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Request/ Summary: bucky helps you take care of your headache, with the only real cure… cuddles and kisses.

Warnings: no warnings as this is all very fluffy <3

Notes: i’ve been in a very fluffy kinda mood lately, and this request is so cute. mother hen bucky is adorable, and i love him!! 

The way home was a blur. 

All the singular trees you passed by, all the people lingering on the sidewalk and little vintage stores you adored exploring with Bucky all seemed to blend together like a watercolour painting as you pressed your foot harder on the gas. 

Clenching the steering wheel, strangling it with your iron grip was your only means of clinging onto consciousness, and not accidentally plowing your vehicle into another. 

Your head was throbbing, it felt like a million needles were pricking into your prefrontal cortex as you finally neared your little brick townhouse you and Bucky lived in together. You weren’t sure if it were the hundreds of dozens of phone calls you had answered that day, or the endless means of stress your body was trudging through the trenches with, but this headache was worse than normal.

 Much worse. 

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dating bucky barnes

your honour i love him. i love him so much.

-when you first met him, he was a grump. a real sour puss. when you were introduced to the avengers as the newest recruit, he kinda just did that up and down eyeing thing and grumbled

- steve was surprised he even showed up to that tbh

-you were really nervous around him at first (bc who wouldn’t be). he sorta gave off this very on guard 24/7 aura, like if u stepped left instead of right he’d have a knife to your throat. so whenever you were near him, you were super quiet, keeping yourself as little as possible

-but he’d nod to you in acknowledgement when you walked in a room, or he’d tilt his head when he would stare at you from the corner, like he was trying to read you

- it eventually expanded into little waves in the hallways, or a little shy hello

-one time you were practising in the training room with knives and he came up behind you, fixing your stance and giving you a tip or two (steve walked in on this and his eyes literally fell out of their sockets)

-the two of you became acquaintances, both being rather quiet and timid. you noticed how’d he’d interact with other people, and then with you and it was very, very different. he’d often be almost rude to others, but for you… he had a soft spot.

-it expanded into you two training together or eating breakfast together while he read the morning paper (cause he’s an old fart)

- whenever people teased you or anything, he’d defend you with his life. even if it was a joke. he’d snarl or grumble a response like “shut the fuck up n leave them alone”

- he was so protective of you. overly. even though at this point the two of you weren’t “friends” yet. you noticed early on, he’d often stand in front of you if someone was near, or would always be in arms reach. on missions he’d always check in with you more than anyone else, covering you with his life.

-after a particularly rough mission the two of you were partnered on, you offered to fix up his wounds on the quinn jet. he politely declined, wanting to be alone as always but you insisted, and eventually he gave in. he was quiet the whole time, but you noticed how he’d lean into your touch, or even let out a little purr when you’d brush the warm water over the caked dirt and blood.

- things really shifted when you heard him screaming from his nightmares. you didn’t have a second thought as you ran to his room. you sat on the bed as he woke up crying, and at first he flinched for your touch. but your soft, gentle words brought him back to reality, and you stayed with him.

-you rubbed his back and played with his hair until he was about to pass out, but as you went to leave he grabbed your wrist and said “wait, please. stay.”

- it became common for you to come and help him with nightmares. you’d stay the whole night when he had them, falling asleep in awkward positions, like sitting up with his head in your lap from you playing with his hair 

-he really warmed up to you. everyone noticed how he treated you, often teasing him. anyways the two of you became close, doing little things together like listening to records (his fav is ultraviolence by lana del rey) , stargazing on the roof, and you even tried teaching him how to bake a pie ( it did not go well)

-one time you went on a walk with him and there was a super loud noise so you grabbed his hand on instinct but he kept your hand in his the whole way home

- the two of you slowly realised you were falling in love with each other, and couldn’t be just friends.

-sunshine and the storm is what your friends called you guys, as he truly only had a soft spot for you ( and steve)

- he calls you names like doll, bunny, sweetheart, my darling

-bucky never leaves your side. if he was protective before, its to the max now. he always has to be touching you, like a gentle hand hold, a brush of the fingers over yours, or holding your waist.

-he loves doing little things for you everyday like giving you flowers he picked, or writing you little letters. he even made u a cd once ( which is a big deal for him, he doesn’t understand spotify) OOO and one time he tried baking you a pie like how you showed him, the poor thing

-he wakes you up with kisses every morning, cuddles and gives you back scratches

- bucky LOVES when you play with his hair. always. whether it be absentmindedly playing with it, or braiding it or scalp massages. he adores it

-bucky has polaroids of the two of you all over his mirror with his handwriting at the bottom with the dates so he can remember EVERYTHING

-whenever you’re shy or anxious, he always helps. it could be anywhere from him doing breathing exercises with you, or if you’re super uncomfortable he’ll do the task for you

- you always wear his shirts and he loves it!!! especially after the two of you make love in the shower, he rubs lotion all over you and plops you up on the counter to do your skin care and braid your hair. then he’ll shimmy the shirt over your head watching it fall to your knees

-motorcycle riding! It was scary at first, but you felt safe with bucky. late-night rides with him are the best, and you’ll often go to little creeks or ponds to watch the moon on the water

-he loves slow dancing with you. there doesn’t even have to be music, he’ll just twirl you around and you step on his feet while he sways you side to side

-bucky is a huge softie<33

“You are responsible for the minors in your fandom!!!”

No, I’m fucking not. I’m not your parent. My past-times do not automatically sign me up to act in loco parentis. If you need someone else to monitor your own content consumption online, go get mommy and/or daddy to set up a content blocker on your computer.

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