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Do You Want Me or Not?

Summary: Your’s and Bucky’s relationship is kept a secret, although it made the sex incredibly hot, not being able to hold your hand or taking you out on public dates took a toll on Bucky.

Warnings: angst, light smut (fingers and oral -reader receiving-)

A/N: I just really wanted to write a super angsty fic. I hope you enjoy it! Not my best fic but this has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for months now and I really wanted to finish it and get it out there. Not every fic is perfect and I accept that, I hope you guys do, too :)

The bass of the music shook the walls of the tower as people danced and drank, grinding on each other while swooning over the Avengers. Sam’s birthday party was in full swing and instead out enjoying the festivities you were stuck in your bedroom with Bucky. For once, you wished you were anywhere but there. You were having a fight.

Bucky had spent the first half of the party watching your entanglement with one of Sam’s friend, Alex. Bucky watched as the two of you danced, hugged, held hands, and occasionally snuggle on the couch. Bucky finally snapped when Alex dropped his head down and placed a tender kiss on your lips.

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Cuddling With Astro


Originally posted by daddy-mj

  • he likes spooning lets be real in a world of forks the boy is a spoon
  • idk what i meant by that 
  • moving on
  • fr MJ here would love to just drag you to bed at night to cuddle
  • he would either cuddle you like right after lunch or something or right before you sleep 
  • those are his favorite cuddle times he feels the cuddliest then its his peak cuddliest always
  • he’d pull you onto the couch or the bed and just wrap his arms around you from the back
  • and pull you into him
  • god he would smell so good omfg
  • but like right when you’d relax into him MJ would be like
  • lol n o p e
  • and start tickling the heck outta ya
  • he loves watchin ya squirm
  • ;)
  • jkjk
  • soon after you would both quiet down and it would get like comfortably silent and he’ll never tell you but those moments of quiet with you and only you are his favorite times 
  • like ever
  • he loves those moment more than anything
  • and he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder and your head will rest against his collarbone and you’ll just revel in each other’s warmth
  • MJ really likes cuddling you
  • he even tries to get you to call him the cuddle master supreme or somethin
  • just
  • cuddling MJ would be a lot of fun and also really peaceful just super wow ya feel me
  • wow


Originally posted by dognmin

  • jinjin doesnt cuddle
  • no
  • he snuggles
  • he would just be lying down and you would pass by and suddenly you’re being pulled onto your boyfriend
  • he’ll grab onto anything and pull
  • sometimes it’s your hand, your elbow, your thigh, it doesn’t matter
  • if jinwoo wants to cuddle
  • no
  • snuggle
  • he’s gonna snuggle
  • he’ll pull you on top of him so you’re both lying down
  • and jinjin would make you put a blanket on top of you so you don’t get cold because he anticipates you two will be in that position for a while
  • he would hold you close to his chest
  • close enough to hear his heartbeat
  • ohmygod
  • and wrap his arms around you and basically it would be like hugging a teddy bear
  • and your head would be against his chest and underneath the blanket
  • your legs are intertwined 
  • you would constantly switch positions though
  • “jinjin that is my boob
  • “ah crap sorry”
  • “don’t move wait”
  • “…”
  • “i said not to move now im like halfway doing the splits”
  • “sorry”
  • because eventually one of you would have a limb fall asleep and it’d get uncomfortable but you want to keep cuddling snuggling 
  • so you always end up lying on your sides facing each other
  • and hugging tight
  • and falling asleep entwined and warm underneath like seven blankets with your head on his chest hearing his heartbeat and his arms around you and i am just
  • s n u g g l e s w i t h j i n j i n


Originally posted by moonbinny

  • hes like a super giant so it would be kinda hard to find a nice cuddling position
  • but eventually you’d decide on like koala-ing him 
  • you would wrap your legs around his waist
  • and your arms around his neck
  • and 
  • squeeze
  • dongmin wouldn’t mind the squeezing honestly because you’re so small and cute he doesn’t even notice it
  • and then you’d pout at him bc he didn’t say anything about your squeezing
  • he would so kiss you so much though like you’re hanging onto him
  • or like as close to hanging as you can be while you’re lying down
  • and he would just be struck by how adorable and vulnerable you look 
  • he wouldn’t be able to help himself
  • it’s like
  • unstoppable
  • he blames it on hormones but 
  • he would move your hair or do whatever he needed to do to kiss your forehead or your cheek
  • and you’d pout at him again
  • this time in response he would
  • kiss your lips
  • over and over 
  • just pecks to tease you until you clasp your hands together behind his neck and forcibly bring him down to kiss you properly
  • he would smile into it
  • eventually dongmin would take your hands off of his neck and hold them in front of his chest
  • and smile
  • and look at you
  • he would sigh out of happiness and contentedness and love and you should all put “cuddling with lee dongmin” on your bucket lists


Originally posted by kpopyoulater

  • cheek to cheek
  • only way to describe it
  • you would start with your head in his chest but somehow later you would’ve pretty much moved up his body
  • and now your chin is in his shoulder while his chin is in yours
  • and you’re both facing each other 
  • he’s so warm
  • and the boy smells really, really good
  • you can’t help but breathe in his scent
  • and sniff his hair bc you’re 99.99% he used your shampoo 
  • but your cheeks would be smushed together but neither of you would mind
  • and his arms are loose around your waist 
  • your arms rest on his are just fanning out from your body tbh
  • they don’t really do much just
  • hang
  • until Bin takes one of your hands in his and intertwines your fingers 
  • you put your other hand on his shoulder and his other arm stays holding you close
  • for a long while neither of you talk but then
  • “did you just fart”
  • “it is only natural”
  • “i hate you”
  • “actually you love me you told me so exactly-”
  • “whY HAvE YoU BEen couNTiNg”
  • jk but honestly you would start quiet and then end up bantering and giggling but staying cheek to cheek the entire time
  • and somehow it would get late and Moonbin realizes that wow
  • you’re fast asleep on top of him
  • and he contemplates throwing you off and running for it but
  • he really likes this
  • it’s worth his arm and hand falling asleep he guesses
  • as long as, when the morning comes, you and him are still entwined


Originally posted by astropopsicle

  • minhyuk and doryongi could be brothers or somethin they’re both floppy when it comes to cuddling
  • not that you mind
  • minhyuk is usually p chill but when the boy wants to cuddle he wants to CUDDLE
  • like he’s needy af when he wants you in his arms
  • that sounded cheesy i apologize lmfao
  • anyways
  • you’ll be doing homework or something and suddenly you hear minhyuk screaming your name from the couch or your bed or something 
  • the first few times he did it you freaked out bc
  • what if he’s getting eaten by a bear or something 
  • but you soon realized that when he yells for you it’s because he wants to cuddle
  • and its non-negotiable bc whenever you wanna cuddle he’s always there for you
  • unless he has like idol stuff but thats a given
  • when you finally get to him he’s all “’sup” but then 
  • breaks out into a huge grin that practically splits his face 
  • if you don’t get to him fast enough he’ll come looking for you and pick you up bridal style or throw you over his shoulder
  • sometimes you aren’t fast enough on purpose
  • he doesn’t need to know that
  • and then he’ll wrap like all of his limbs around you
  • you’re stuck
  • have fun
  • eventually you’ll wiggle a leg out so on of your legs is between his and one of his is between yours but his arms stay rooted
  • sometimes minhyuk will roll around with you in his arms if you’re in bed together he’s super playful that way 
  • then he’ll make kissy faces at you and give you butterfly kisses
  • minhyuk would be such a frickin dork when cuddling it would be amazing
  • eventually he would fall asleep with you in his strong grip
  • and you don’t want to wake him
  • so you just stay there
  • stuck
  • until sleep finds you too
  • but you don’t really mind because you’d rather cuddle your amazing(ly warm) boyfriend than do math 
  • any day


Originally posted by astropopsicle

  • hes a giant like eunwoo 
  • but hes a smol beanie bby awkward giant
  • the first time you guys cuddle you have to ask him about it
  • and then he gets all flustered but tries to play it cool like
  • “cuddle??? uh, yeah, sure, uh, um, whatever?? you want.. babe???”
  • his voice squeaked on the last part it was great 
  • MJ and JinJin recorded it 
  • it’s JinJin’s ringtone now
  • after that though you guys got into a cuddling routine
  • funnily enough
  • in the beginning he was the small spoon
  • needless to say 
  • it really didn’t work out
  • instead you guys tend to lie down facing each other
  • smiling, laughing, talking
  • trading homework tips and joking about teachers and his managers
  • sometimes the hyungs will try to listen in on your conversations
  • that’s when you guys start roasting them, acting like you don’t know they’re listening
  • fun times
  • anyways you guys face each other
  • and eventually his arm tentatively finds itself around your shoulder, pulling you in slightly
  • it moves down to your waist as time goes on
  • sometimes you hold hands and put your clasped hands in between the two of you
  • always facing each other
  • after talking for a while the two of you will just stop saying anything or making any noises and just trace each other’s facial features with your eyes
  • you’ll find yourself leaning in and then all of a sudden he pulls you into his chest
  • both of your faces about as brightly colored as his hair is
  • and you’re both really tired at this point so you’re about to fall asleep
  • when you’re rudely brought back to being awake by all of Sanha’s hyungs taking pictures of the two of you and tweeting them
  • you should make a show
  • life with (6) boys

I should be answering the headcanon requests in my inbox but instead here I am, making up Jon + dragon headcanons with @mstoker

  • Imagine the opening shot of GOT. Majestic music…a shot of a wing…and then we see a dragon, being ridden by…Jon. The majestic music swells. Jon is finally on a dragon. Seconds later, Jon vomits. He’s airsick. 
  • Jon, getting off a dragon: “Leave me here on the floor. Just fucking leave me. Getting stabbed was a better experience.” 
    • Jon is just laying on the floor and everyone’s just like “jon pls you have to fight the white walkers” and he just groans. 
    • “Just. Drag me around the floor. Everyone already drags me just do it.” (10/10 real dialogue)
  • Dany: “My children…they understand high valyrian.” 
    • Jon: “Well. That’s…cool?” 
    • He also probably doesn’t get the whole “the dragons are her kids” thing he hears that and just constantly shares A Look with Dadvos. 
  • Jon tries to take Ghost with him because he wants the company and after 10 minutes and a scratch on his arm Ghost is clinging onto Viserion’s tail and is howling. When they get off Jon is almost positive Ghost glares at him, and he’d say he was exaggerating except for the fact that Ghost legitimately ignores him the entire day. 
  • Rhaegal ignores Jon. Jon loves him for it. 
  • Viserion takes a shine to Jon and follows him around all the time and Jon just sighs because he follows him around literally everywhere. Jon tried to pee and Viserion just popped up screeching and Jon almost cried.   
    • Bran: “Jon, I am the Three Eyed Raven now. I see all, I have to tell you about your parenta-”
    • Jon: “That’s great good to see you too can you tell me how I get this dragon to stop following me?” 
  • Bran wargs into a dragon and Jon doesn’t know how to feel about the fact that he’s currently riding a dragon who is also his brother but honestly this is like, the third weirdest thing in his life so he rolls with it and just resolves to go on a booze cruise and finally take a nap when this is all over. 

heavily inspired by @lordzuuko latest spiderman au. :))))

“You almost died.”

Keith whispered from his laid position – Shiro was beside him. His voice was small and when Shiro glanced at him, his bangs hid his eyes.

The scene still replayed in his mind – A gun pointed at Shiro. A gun. Keith screwed his eyes shut, feeling tears roll down his cheeks again. He felt Shiro’s arm around him and he buried his face in his neck, letting out a shuddering sigh.

“…You know, I am constantly worried you might too, someday.”

Shiro says quietly. Keith stiffened under his touch and he opened his eyes.


Keith knows the danger of being a superhero and he has been in terrifying situations, all alone, helpless and near death. He has received severe injuries a lot, especially since his fame and how he proved the citizens what he truly is capable of. 

Keith knew Shiro worries, but…

“I–I’m….sorry…” He managed out, throat tightening. Swallowing down a lump, he tried to calm down, but he couldn’t.

After a silent crying session, he steadied his breath.

“…I’ll try to be more careful.”

He knows he says this a lot. But this time? He means it. Looking up, he watched Shiro smile gently and nod. “You better.”
MCL Boyfriend Headcanons: How they react to having a baby

Nathaniel, telling him you’re pregnant

  • Unless you were planning for a baby, he’d be really caught off guard. Like, if he were washing dishes or something he’d literally stop all hand movements and just stare at you for a second
  • After processing your words he’d be in complete shock. “A-Are you absolutely sure??”
  • He’d take you to the doctor just to be 100% sure it wasn’t a false positive
  • When he gets the news that it is in fact a true positive, he has the brightest smile on his face and he’ll just take you into his arms while whispering “Oh my god…” And then he’ll place a kiss on the top of your head
  • Will constantly be up your butt about eating properly, getting enough sleep, and will refuse to let you do anything that could possibly be dangerous. Mopping the floor? Nope, you might slip. Running up the stairs? “Slow down!”
  • He would research a lot about the stages of pregnancy and giving birth so that he could support you as much as he can during the 9 months and after.
  • Loves feeling the baby kick, he feels this huge surge of love
  • Talks to your belly when you’re sleeping, and he dies if he feels the baby reacting to his voice

When the baby is born

  • When your water breaks he already has a bag ready to go to the hospital
  • He’s holding your hand the entire time and giving you reassuring kisses to your forehead
  • Low-key is about to pass out but he knows he has to be there for you
  • I feel like Nathaniel would have a boy or a girl, it’s 50/50
  • When he first holds his baby, he’s so overcome with emotion. He won’t cry but his voice would be a little shaky.
  • A lot of people think he’d be scared that he would be a bad father and turn out like his own, but I refuse to accept this. Nathaniel would from the very start promise to give his baby all the love he could, so they would never have to experience the pain he went through growing up. His baby and you are his world now.
  • Likes to talk to the baby in this really cute quiet voice. “Who’s the cutest baby in the world??” He gets really embarrassed if you hear him.
  • Doesn’t mind changing diapers, but he hates getting peed on
  • You’ll often find him late at night in the nursery just staring at your baby in their crib, cause he just loves them so much
  • Loves that newborn baby smell
  • You find him asleep on the couch with the baby all the time
  • Helps out a lot more than he needs to because he just likes spending time with his baby
  • He’s extra tired but he doesn’t care because it’s worth it.
  • The baby gets his eyes.

Castiel, telling him you’re pregnant

  • “….What?”
  • Castiel wouldn’t necessarily plan for a child, it’d just kind of happen, and he’d just stare at you with the widest eyes ever. “………What????”
  • Probably a million things would be going through his head at one time. How? When? Is she ready? Am I ready? DAFUQ IS A BABY???
  • This is one of those rare moments when he actually genuinely smiles, with a slight blush. He would wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face in your neck. He’s so freaking happy, but also scared out of his mind.
  • He’d probably be the most scared out of all the guys. His dad was great and all, but he was always busy so he didn’t spend a lot of time with him, so how is he supposed to know how to be a ‘good’ dad?
  • Googles “How to dad”
  • Teases you about your boobs getting bigger
  • Loves rubbing your belly, if he feels the baby kicks he’s so amazed by it. He can’t believe his baby in in there.
  • Doesn’t really fret over you but he’s definitely way more protective.
  • Is gentler when showing you affection, softer kisses, looser grips, etc.

When the baby is born

  • When your water breaks he’s freaking out. “Isn’t there like another week left?!”
  • Rushes you to the hospital and is probably cursing a lot. “What the f***, what the f***, what the f***?!?!”
  • He has no idea what to do while you’re in labor. He’ll hold your hand and rub your back but if you start screaming from contractions it just freaks him out even more tbh.
  • Would be in a daze the entire time. Like he wouldn’t pass out, but he would definitely not remember half of the process afterwards.
  • I feel like Castiel would most definitely have a baby girl.
  • When he holds her for the first time he literally has no words to describe his feelings. Happy isn’t even close. And the love that he feels is just something he never knew existed.
  • He’s scared that he’ll break her because shes just so tiny. His movements are very slow and gentle. He’ll just sit in a chair staring at her.
  • Would probably tear up and this is the only time he won’t try to deny it
  • Loves how soft she is
  • He absolutely adores his baby. Do not try to mess with his child, he will f*** you up.
  • You have to show him how to change  diaper or else he just puts it on backwards every time.
  • She would look a lot like him, but act like you. He might start to rub off on her a little later.
  • He’s exhausted but he helps out more than you ask him too because he wants to make sure he’s in his child’s life as much as possible, because he really missed his dad when he was a kid
  • Plays his guitar for her when she’s crying, which calms her down a lot

Lysander, telling him you’re pregnant

  • Lysander wouldn’t really plan having a kid, but he would talk to you about it to see if you were ready to start a family. If it happens, then it happens.
  • When you tell him, he isn’t expecting it and it takes him a few minutes to say anything. He’d be thinking to himself in those few minutes. 
  • He wouldn’t say anything; he would just suddenly pull you into a hug with this look of happiness. No smile but you can definitely see it in his eyes when he stares at you and kisses you so deeply you think you might faint. He was going to have a family with the love of his life, and he couldn’t ask for more.
  • He’s very excited to see the baby after learning he’s going to be a father. Kind of wishes the pregnancy would hurry up already
  • Would help out around the house as much as he could
  • Never forgets the date and time of an appointment because he gets very excited to see how his baby is doing
  • Loves placing gentle kisses on your belly and singing lullabies that his mom used to sing to him when he was a child. The baby moves a lot when he sings and he loves it.
  •  Always following close behind you so he can catch you in case you trip on something.
  • Will read books on pregnancy and kind of freaks himself out a bit when he gets to certain chapters. Will silently be thinking “What if this happens?? What if that happens??”
  • He’s always pampering you, as a thank you for carrying his child

When the baby is born

  • When your water breaks it happens in a very unexpected moment and he freezes up for a second before you or Rosa snaps your fingers in front of his face
  • Holds your hand all the way to the hospital and kisses the back of it a lot
  • If you’re in pain he calms you down a lot by whispering reassuring things into your ear, gently kissing your forehead
  • Moves your hair out of your face
  • Is pretty calm throughout the actual birth because I feel like he might’ve helped his parents when the animals on the farm had babies.
  • I feel like Lysander would also have a girl
  • When he holds her he’s immediately just in awe over how beautiful she is. He cannot believe he helped create something this perfect, but he definitely thinks that you’re the reason shes so gorgeous.
  • When the baby opens her eyes and looks at him his heart explodes from love.
  • Sings to her to put her to sleep
  • Will fall asleep with her in his arms, sometimes you find him asleep on the floor of the nursery while she’s in her crib
  • You agreed to take turns waking up to feed/change her in the middle of the night but he never wakes you up. He’ll do it without complaints, and he wants you to rest.
  • Is very family oriented so he spends as much time as possible with you and his baby
  • Silently thanks you for giving him such a beautiful daughter

Armin, telling him you’re pregnant

  • Wouldn’t plan on having a baby, like at all. Didn’t even cross his mind, but when you told him he was instantly filled with joy. Definitely surprised though.
  • “What? Are you sure??”
  • After you confirm it by showing him two positive tests, he runs over to you and picks you up in a spin-hug. “I’m gonna be a dad!!!”
  • Alexy is the first one to know and will come rushing over to your house. “I’M GONNA BE AN UNCLE??!” Also picks out all the baby clothes. Your baby will be the best dressed of them all. Rosa’s niece might be competition though.
  • Honestly doesn’t know one thing about pregnancy since he was adopted and his mom never had any other kids, so he’s definitely going to be on google. (‘What is a placenta?*pukes* *Watches video of a birth and pukes some more*)
  • Will help you indulge in your cravings
  • Likes to listen to your belly. He talks to it a lot. “Hello you weird little alien!”
  • Will paint a pokeball on your belly, and says your baby is ‘evolving’.
  • Thinking of all the cool cosplays you guys could do now that you’re having a baby
  • When you go to ultrasound appointments he’s all “Aww, look at our little potato.” He’s making jokes but deep down he really cant believe that hes going to have a kid soon.

When the baby is born

  • When your water breaks he actually screams, and then proceeds to take you to the hospital.
  • He thinks he’s prepared. After long nights of watching all those horrifying videos and reading those scary articles. He totally has this down.
  • He cracks jokes to make you laugh a bit to distract you. Will kiss your cheeks gently when you’re in pain and squeezes your hand.
  • Nope, never mind. Take that back. He is not prepared.
  • When the baby is finally out he takes one glance and faints. He actually faints.
  • After he wakes up he’s confused as ever. Was that even real?? He looks around the room and sees you holding his… son? You guys decided to wait until the birth to figure out the gender.
  • He slowly gets up and walks over to you. He looks at his baby boy and is just in such amazement. “Woah, babe… We made him??”
  • When he holds him for the first time, he has the widest eyes ever. It’s just so strange to him, holding a mini Armin. The baby looks exactly like him, but with your eyes.
  • “This is so cool…” He says with the biggest smile on his face. He’s already thinking of all the shenanigans they can get into in the future. He loves his little guy so much already
  • Will fall asleep playing video games with the baby on his chest sleeping soundly as well
  • Usually takes care of the baby throughout the night because he’s used to staying up late anyway, and he likes spending the extra time with the baby.
  • Hates changing poopy diapers because of a previously very messy accident
  • Has become great at multitasking. Will play video games while feeding the baby a bottle with his foot.
  • Always throws the baby really high to freak you out, but the baby is having a blast so don’t worry

Kentin, when you tell him you’re pregnant

  • You guys agreed that you were ready to start a family already, but when you tell him the news he’s just in utter disbelief because he’s actually going to be a dad, not just theoretically this time.
  • After processing this information, he cracks the biggest smile and will spin your around while holding you bridal style, kissing all over your face.
  • He’s so freaking happy and excited.
  • Will definitely decorate the nursery all by himself to surprise you.
  • Buys you a pregnancy pillow
  • Makes sure you have a proper diet but will occasionally let you binge on junk food
  • Really wants the baby to look like you because you’re just so adorable to him
  • Comes up behind you and places his hand on your belly, with his head on your shoulder.
  • Will help you paint your toes and put on socks/shoes when your belly is too big to bend over
  • Will only get the best brands for his baby, no exceptions
  • Will force you to do light exercise because he read it’s good for the baby
  • When he feels the baby kick he tears up. “There’s really a little human growing in there…”

When the baby is born

  • He’s so nervous but he keeps a cool head because he’s not the one PUSHING A HUMAN OUT OF HIMSELF
  • Is taking deep breaths to keep himself calm
  • Will massage your back, distract you with multiple topics, gently kisses your hand to calm you down.
  • Is too nauseous to cut the umbilical cord.
  • Kentin has a 50/50 chance of having a boy or girl
  • When he first holds his baby he’s the only one of the guys to actually cry. Not just a few tears. They are actually dropping onto the floor. He just loves them so freaking much and he wants to give them the damn universe.
  • He’ll kiss his baby’s head and let them grab his finger, which he loves
  • If the baby opens their eyes he cries even more because “Oh my god they’re so cute.”
  • The baby does in fact look a lot like you and he loves it. Two very beautiful people in his life now.
  • May or may have not tasted baby food once or twice (and kind of liked it)
  • Constantly walking around with baby puke on his shirt because he’s too busy taking care of them to care.
  • Really bad at putting them to sleep, but once they’re out he just likes to hold and snuggle with them.
  • Secretly feeds them cookies when they get  little bigger
  • One of those dads to take a bath with their kid and make bubble beards.
  • Always buying toys for them, but he really needs to stop cause they already have way too many
  • Gets himself a dog tag made with the baby’s name on it

anonymous asked:

Steve/ Bucky - “i’m a newly-turned werewolf without a pack and i can’t really control myself well on full moon nights yet and you keep finding me passed out naked on your lawn”, please?

Steve?” Bucky’s voice startled Steve out of his doze – he hadn’t meant to fall asleep, he’d intended to stumble to his feet and figure out how to get home before dawn, but it turned out that having all your bones rearranged was exhausting – and he hurriedly rolled to his feet.

Well, he tried to. Mostly he groaned and smashed his face into the dew-drenched grass.


“’m fine,” he told the grass, reveling in the chill of the morning air on his now constantly overheated skin.

“You’re naked and sleeping on my front lawn,” Bucky said, jamming his hands under Steve’s arms and hauling him into a sitting position. “You might be fine now, but you won’t be in thirty minutes when old Mrs. Hannigan across the street wakes up and calls the police.”

Bucky had a point there, Steve admitted. He propped Steve up against his legs and proceeded to towel off Steve’s damp head, as though his best friend turned up naked on his lawn every week. Steve was beginning to think he should have been bitten by a werewolf years ago, if it got Bucky’s hands combing through his hair.

Only, no, because he was naked in Bucky’s yard. His mother was going to kill him.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked, pulling Steve to his feet and wrapping the towel around his waist. Steve was relieved that his entire body ached and his right calf was cramping, or the feeling of Bucky’s fingers dragging just over his hipbone might have done him in.

“What do you mean?” Steve replied too fast, tripping over the words. “Nothing’s wrong.” He shook his head hard, and Bucky snorted.

“Punk, you were mooning my Mum over her morning coffee. Nothing’s wrong?” All Steve’s blood rushed to his face, his entire chest flushed red. His mother was going to kill him.

“Uh,” he stuttered. “Just, um, just, it was a really wild night.” Which was true. Steve vaguely recalled hunting for his dinner, and that was pretty wild, as things went.

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Pal, it’s a Tuesday. And I’m the quarterback. You’re telling me you went to a party on a Monday night that I didn’t even hear about?”

“Modest, aren’t you?” Steve griped, and Bucky laughed, tilted his head back and chortled at the lightening sky.

Maybe being mauled by a supernatural creature and turned into a ravening beast wasn’t so bad, if it got him Bucky’s smile lit by the dawn.

“Steven,” Mrs. Barnes called, sticking her head out the front door, still in her bathrobe and rollers. “Did you want some toast with those hard-boiled eggs of yours?”

Steve debated taking the towel and making a run for it, despite not knowing where his clothes were or whether he would make it a block before Mrs. Hannigan called the cops.

Bucky had his mother’s diabolical grin, and Steve decided being a werewolf was, in fact, as bad as he had originally thought. Worse, even, because Mrs. Barnes popped him on his towel-clad ass with her morning paper as he slunk inside.


“Is this some sort of cult thing?” Bucky asked, twenty-eight mornings later, chucking a blanket onto Steve and flopping down beside him in the back yard to gaze at the fading violet of the night sky.

“Ungh,” Steve informed him, still trying to breathe through the grinding pain of having his facial bones flattened and his joints broken and reassembled, worse than rheumatic fever and the measles combined.

“Because Mum doesn’t mind when you stay over, but she really prefers it when we’re both inside and you’re wearing clothes. And Dad thinks you’re getting some bad medication.” Bucky paused, reaching out to tug the blanket off Steve’s face – Steve’s asthma had fled with the bite, but Bucky didn’t know that, and something in Steve’s chest warmed at the gesture. “Also,” Bucky added, “Becky is sort of at an impressionable age, and I would really prefer she didn’t see naked people on our lawn. She sees enough of them on the internet.”

Steve choked on his own saliva, and Bucky pounded his back until Steve shoved him away.

He wasn’t actually sure why he kept ending up on Bucky’s lawn. This time he’d even prepared – had borrowed his Ma’s car and driven into the protected forest ten miles away, sure that he would chase rabbits and probably wake up freezing in a river somewhere in the woods.

He really wished there was a werewolf handbook somewhere, to explain these sorts of things.

Bucky slung an arm around Steve’s shoulders, the fabric of his old thermal top scratchy against Steve’s oversensitive skin. “Besides,” Bucky said, “You really shouldn’t be out here at night. Alice and Nonie were toasting marshmallows at the fire pit last night and thought they saw a feral dog.”

Steve’s mouth went dry. Bucky’s baby sisters, the twins, out after dark on the night of a full moon. They would turn eight in a month, and had been begging Steve and Bucky to take them to the amusement park, swearing they were tall enough now for the rollercoasters. He had been living with the Barneses when the girls were born, his Ma still in the hospital with tuberculosis. The twins were the little sisters he’d never had.

And he would have ripped out their throats, hours ago, a feral dog too close to the Barnes home.

“I should go,” he managed, even though he was shaking too hard to stand. Bucky’s arm tightened around his shoulders, and Steve flinched.

“You should come eat some of the pancakes the devil children are making for you,” Bucky contradicted him, leaning his head against Steve’s, pressing comfort into Steve’s skin the way he had through countless childhood illnesses, the way he’d held Steve’s hand in the hospital when they were ten and the doctors thought Steve was going to die. “They added a whole bag of chocolate chips.”

“I –” Steve didn’t know how to say it. I’m dangerous. “Bucky –”

“We’ll figure it out,” Bucky interrupted, wrapping his other arm around Steve’s chest, shifting so that their foreheads were pressed together, his pale eyes boring steadily into Steve’s. “Whatever it is, Steve, we’ll figure it out.”

And Steve wanted so badly for it to be true.


“You moron,” someone said, not for the first time if the tone of voice was anything to go by. “You fucking idiot. These are things you tell your best friend!”

Something in that sentence caught Steve’s attention, even as he lay panting on the ground in the dark, the moon only just below the horizon. Best friend. Shit. Bucky. “I -” he tried to say, but his vocal cords hadn’t finished transforming and all he managed was a faint croak.

Cool, gentle hands slid over his skin, tempering the fiery pain licking through Steve’s muscles and through every pore. “Shh,” Bucky whispered, laying down next to Steve and tugging him into a loose embrace. “Shh, you dumbass, I’ve got you.”

Pain cleared Steve’s head quickly. If Bucky was with him, then he must be in Bucky’s lawn again, despite locking himself in the basement of the abandoned Stark mansion at the edge of town. Damn it. The girls!

“Al – Nonie?” he coughed, struggling weakly in Bucky’s arms.

“You’re an idiot,” Bucky informed him, the same unwavering affection he’d shown Steve since they were five. “You saved their lives, you know?”

Steve frowned, and wiggled around until he was facing Bucky, their noses brushing and Bucky’s eyes almost silver in the dark. “That feral dog they saw last time?” Bucky continued, sure that he had Steve’s attention. “That wasn’t you, punk. That was some other werewolf.” Steve blinked. He hadn’t considered that. Hadn’t even considered that there were more werewolves, beyond the crazed man that had bitten him. “I think you came close to tearing his snout off before he could even think about attacking them. They think we have the best guard dog ever.” Bucky paused, snickering, his breath warm against Steve’s face. “I think they left a bowl of water and a steak bone for you, if you’re hungry.”

Steve scowled at Bucky’s smirk. “This isn’t funny!” he insisted hoarsely. “Bucky, I could –”

“Save my family’s lives?” Bucky finished for him, raising both eyebrows and shaking his head a little, telegraphing his disbelief at the fears teeming in Steve’s eyes. “You’re not a threat, Steve. Not to us.” Bucky kept his eyes on Steve’s, even as he tilted his head just close enough to press his lips to Steve’s in a brief, quiet kiss. Steve dug his fingers into Bucky’s waist and held on.

“Do you boys have condoms?” Mrs. Barnes called through the back door, loud enough to wake the neighborhood and send Steve into another full-body blush – but that was all right. Steve had decided being a werewolf wasn’t so bad, if it put Bucky in his arms and Bucky’s mouth on his.

“I think your father has a box somewhere, from before the vasectomy,” she added. Bucky’s face blanched, and Steve tried to gauge whether his legs would hold him, if he grabbed Bucky’s hand and ran for the hills.

#SanversWeek Day5: Domesticity

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It was Saturday night.

Alex and Maggie had been dating for a couple of months and whilst they’d spent time with Alex’s friends on a handful of occasions since they had made the whole girlfriends thing official, tonight was Maggie’s first night with the gang at Kara’s.

She had been slightly apprehensive about it. Hanging out at the bar was different as it was familiar ground for her. Kara’s apartment was not. However, her girlfriend’s sister could not have been any more welcoming, taking her leather jacket and ushering them to the couch the second that they arrived.

Instinctively, Alex had sensed her nerves and placed a hand at the small of her back, to pull her from her rigid, upright sitting position into her arms. ‘Cuddle me.’

‘Is that okay?’ Maggie whispered. ‘I mean, I know Kara likes me but I don’t want to just walk in her apartment and be one of those couples.’

‘Totally okay. And, besides, I want to be one of those couples. I wanna cuddle. As long as we don’t start tearing each other’s clothes off, she won’t even bat an eyelid.’

And Kara didn’t. Instead, it was Winn that complained, and constantly.

‘My butt’s numb,’ he grumbled as the credits of Ghostbusters rolled.

‘Stop acting like a baby,’ Alex remarked. ‘Nobody told you to sit on the floor. There’s room on this couch.’

‘And awkwardly third wheel you two?’ Winn scoffed. ‘No thank you.’

‘Here,’ Maggie grinned, tossing a cushion at Winn’s head. ‘For your butt.’

‘Considerate, thanks,’ he muttered, smoothing down his hair that had been ruffled by the hit before slipping the cushion under his ass. It took him all of thirty seconds to whine again, this time at the purposely loud PDA that Alex had initiated. ‘Ugh, get a room, already.’

‘We’re kissing, we’re not having sex,’ Alex grinned, loving how easy it was to tease the guy she always thought of as her little brother. ‘Although, I’m totally down for that if Maggie–.’

Kara cut her off as she returned from the kitchen with full bowl of chips. ‘Not on my furniture, thank you very much.’ She placed the bowl down on the coffee table and reached for the remote. ‘Who wants to pick the next film? Or we could switch to board games? I don’t mind either way.’

James shrugged. ‘Same, I’m cool with either too.’

‘Board games please,’ Winn said. He turned around to shoot Alex and Maggie daggers. ‘Since I could barely hear the last film over the sound of them whispering sweet nothings to each other. We get it. You like each other. No need to rub it in everyone’s faces.’

‘Is he always this dramatic?’ Maggie asked, although he wasn’t technically wrong. There had been a few occasions during the past two hours in which her girlfriend had looked especially beautiful and Maggie had just had to tell her and kiss her and then tell her again. It wasn’t her fault that Alex was absolutely gorgeous.

‘Always,’ James confirmed. ‘More so when one of us starts dating someone new.’

Alex reached out to ruffle Winn’s hair. ‘Don’t worry. You have our permission to be as obnoxious as you so please when you start dating someone.’

‘So you’re admitting that you’re doing this on purpose?’

Alex and Maggie exchanged grins, prompting Winn to pout again.

‘I knew it.’

                                                   ~ ~ ~

Winn got his revenge later that evening as he picked up a rare Monopoly win. It was a closely contested game, with only twenty-three dollars between him and Maggie but he made it seem like it was twenty-three thousand dollars. ‘Putting the Winn in winner, baby!’

‘Makes a change from me constantly smoking your ass at pool, I guess,’ Maggie remarked with a grin, a grin that quickly faded at Alex’s words that followed.

‘Yeah, which is saying something because she is terrible at pool.’

‘Really, babe?’

Winn laughed. ‘Oh yeah, I remember you saying that ages ago that she was terrible at pool. Like ages ago. Like before you had even started dating.’

Maggie arched a brow. ‘Really?’

Winn nodded. ‘Yeah. Come to think of it, she talked about you a lot and kept smiling at her phone whenever you text or called her. Honestly, I’m ashamed at how none of us realized ourselves.’

‘‘Cause that’s the way our society works. It programmes people into thinking straight is humanity’s default setting,’ Maggie mused, taking a sip of her beer. ‘But, again, really Alex? This, and how you told me your mom suspected because you kept mentioning me? Did you ever shut up about me?’

The colour rushed to Alex’s cheeks. ‘I couldn’t help it, okay? Have you ever looked in a mirror? Or heard yourself laugh? Or, you know…’ She trailed off, so flustered she couldn’t continue.

Maggie took Alex’s hand in hers. ‘Hey. You ain’t so bad yourself, Danvers.’

‘Ugh,’ Winn sighed, loudly. ‘I’ve started them off again, haven’t I?’

James laughed. ‘You have only got yourself to blame there. You should’ve milked your victory longer, especially since you got lucky.’

‘He didn’t get lucky,’ Maggie said. ‘I let him win.’

‘No you didn’t,’ Winn muttered.

‘Uh, yeah I did. It’s my first night hanging out with you guys here. I had to let someone win, in case you didn’t invite me back. So, when you landed on my property a few minutes before the game ended, I let you off with fifty bucks.’

Winn’s eyes flicked from Maggie to the board then back to Maggie.

Then to Kara who spoke up as she fiddled with her glasses. ‘I hate to say it but I think she’s right. I did think she was undercharging you.’

Maggie smirked. ‘See?’

Winn shrugged. ‘Whatever, I’m still taking that as a victory.’

‘And I congratulate you on it,’ she smiled, running a thumb over the back of Alex’s hand. ‘But hey, have you seen my girlfriend? I’m the real winner here in more than one way.’

‘Ugh,’ Winn groaned, standing to go get another beer. ‘You guys are too freaking much. Just get married already.’

Kara beamed. ‘And when you do, I’m available for Maid of Honour duties. And cake sampling. And seating plans. And basically anything, I will literally plan it all for you–.’ She stopped herself, her eyes wide. ‘You two have only started dating, I’m sorry, I’m going crazy, I’m just…happy for you. Truly. I’ve never seen Alex so happy.’

Again, Alex blushed, avoiding eye contact and, instead, looking down at the table.

Maggie leaned in to kiss her cheek. ‘She deserves to be happy. And I,’ she said, looking over at Winn. ‘Deserve a rematch. Next Saturday at my apartment? Does that work for you, Winslow?’

‘That works for me…uh, Margaret?’

‘Good guess. And you’re on.’

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Trigger Warning: Profanity, Smut, Sprinkle of Fluff

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The Penrose Triangle

Part 6

Before the bandage even came off, he knew he wanted to talk to Luke, but he hadn’t, because he’d been too scared of taking off that bandage and not seeing Luke’s words. And now here he was, sitting in a cell, with only one comrade to show for his first two weeks here, having not confessed to Luke, and now he might never have the chance. 

After two weeks, Shaw had already saved him from one near shanking. As an FBI agent who’d admitted to killing a CI, Calvin Shaw had the respect of the other inmates, and for some reason, he’d taken it on himself to take Spencer under his wing and train him in the ways of living behind prison bars – something Spencer never thought would actually come to pass in his life.

Even though for the time being Spencer trusted Shaw, he still couldn’t risk telling him anything about himself, especially regarding his feelings for Luke. If he got found out as being gay or bisexual, he would absolutely be taken advantage of in the worst way, and that was something he already feared.

Since he’d been remanded to state custody, Garcia, Emily and Rossi had already been to see him. JJ would be next, and then Luke. The thing was, he had no idea what to say to Luke when he did come. How was he supposed to make small talk when the words on his arm reflected how he’d felt about Luke before he even knew they were there?

Of course, telling Luke about everything was a possibility, but the more he thought about it, the less it seemed fair – to both of them. The fact was, there was a distinct possibility that Spencer wouldn’t live to experience those things he hadn’t yet, so to give himself that hope, felt to cruel. He had to play his life and his feelings day by day and hope he made it to fight another day. In Luke’s case, it was even worse. Either Luke wouldn’t feel the same way, and then he’d lose a friend, or Luke would feel the same, and then Luke would have to worry about him day in and day out wondering whether or not he would get out alive. Either way, neither of them could win until he got out.

Each and every day that went by felt like he was walking through molasses. As he walked through the halls toward the laundry room, where Shaw had thankfully procured him a job to help the days go by more quickly, he’d search the eyes of his fellow inmates and shirk away in fear and uncertainty. Prisoners always, at least almost always said that they were innocent; hell, Spencer said it himself, but while Spencer knew deep down that he didn’t murder Nadie Ramos, he could see in the other inmates that they were definitely guilty of their supposed crimes, and they took pride in that fact. Put that on top of the fact that Spencer was never a fighter, not even in his job at the Bureau, and he was prime pickings for a beating. There was never a day or even an hour that went by that Spencer felt safe, especially if Shaw was nowhere in sight. But even with Shaw around, he knew to feel wary of him. It almost felt like he was grooming him because he knew that he would need him for something illegal down the road.

Every step was heavy. Every breath he took was on borrowed time. And every second that passed saw his sanity morphing into something else between paranoia and insanity.

There were people that lived their entire lives behind bars. Spencer truly had no idea how that was possible, because at the rate he was going, he wasn’t going to last a year.

“Weren’t you supposed to go in to see the kid today?” Rossi asked as he passed Luke’s desk, noticing the agent’s drawn face and shadowed eyes, portraying confidence and joy while hiding something darker and much deeper.

Luke shook his head, only just realizing that someone passed his desk and possibly asked him a question. “I was. I-I couldn’t go.” How was he supposed to go, knowing what he knew? “I just have to do what I can from out here. Actually, I am going today, but to see another inmate.”

A veteran profiler like Rossi knew immediately that something was wrong, so he sat down across from Luke and asked. “What’s wrong?” Luke’s eyes darted away from him, but they couldn’t hide from each other; they spent too much time together to be able to hide any feeling, good or bad, very well. “It makes sense for us to be messed up by Reid going to prison. We’ve known him for years, but you seem to be taking it worse than any of us. Now either I’m wrong in that assumption, or…”

Luke slowly rolled up the sleeve of his shirt and stretched out his arm for Rossi to see. “As does yours,” Rossi smiled. “Let me guess. Those were the first words Reid said to you.”

“Yea,” Luke said softly as he grazed his arm. “I knew it the moment the words came out of his mouth, but I also saw the fact that he had his words covered and I asked JJ why. When she told me, I decided not to press and see if he might’ve felt the same way without knowing about the words, and then…this, so apparently my soulmate is in prison and getting beaten up constantly, and I can’t do anything about it.”

Rossi couldn’t imagine being in that position. When Caroline, his first wife, had spoken her first words to him, his heart had skipped a beat. If she had been separated from him by prison walls, he would’ve fought the world to get to her; he couldn’t imagine how Luke felt knowing the man he loved was waking up in prison every day. “So who are you going to see today if not Reid?”

Luke was grateful that Rossi didn’t ask him why he wasn’t going to see Reid. “Calvin Shaw. He took Spencer under his wing and saved his ass a couple times, but I had Garcia look into him and I don’t trust him, so I’m going to go in and tell him what I know, and let him know that he needs to keep Spencer safe or there’s going to be hell to pay.”

It’s probably not something he should’ve admitted to a superior, but it had all just come sliding out. Rossi’s smirk put Luke at ease though. “Good. Tell him David Rossi has an eye on him too.”

Luke was thankful to have the heft of Rossi’s name behind him too. “I will,” Luke said, gathering his hands together and resting his head on them. “I’m gonna head on over there now.”

“Alvez?” Rossi asked as Luke walked toward the door. He turned around knowing what Rossi was probably going to say. Instead of it being annoying though, he found it comforting. “We are going to get him out of there. And then you can tell him exactly how you feel.”

“I hope so.”

Spencer noticed there was something different about Shaw these past couple of weeks. After his near shanking, he’d gotten even more protective, finding him a cell near to his, and sticking his neck out for him in common areas on more than one occasion. He had no idea why. And though Spencer had learned not to ask too many questions that might get him into trouble, he couldn’t help but wonder why Shaw had taken such a special interest in him. “No reason,” Shaw had replied. “Just one Fed to another.”

There was something about the way his lips moved but his eyes didn’t match that made Spencer think he was lying. If he had to hazard a guess, someone had threatened him in order to keep him safe, and if that was the case, then Shaw had something to hide, which didn’t bode well for him.

That’s when it started to happen. Drugs.

There were drugs being run through the prison, and Spencer was positive that Shaw was at the head of it all. Just because he was a former federal agent didn’t mean he held the same values. After so many years inside, a man could easily change. One of the other inmates, a big man by the name of Charlie Roder told her that he was to move something for him from one room to another. In public, Spencer stood his ground. He’d gone to Mexico to get a not-legal-but-also-not-illegal drug for his mother, but he was not about to push hard drugs. Charlie questioned him a second time, asking if he would do what he was told, but when Spencer said no, Charlie told him he’d regret it soon enough.

Soon enough came very soon – that night actually.

Only two things kept him going as three different inmates, including Charlie, pounded hardened fists into his stomach, chest and arms – his mother and Luke. His mother needed him. Whether she was alive for another 20 years or another 20 months, it didn’t matter; he needed to be there for her. And Luke…from what his friends had told him about Luke not visiting and the excuses he’d used, Spencer had started to believe that Luke ‘s words also reflected their connection, and coming in to see him was too difficult. If Luke couldn’t come in, then he needed to get out, and in order to do that, he had to survive the assault on his body and morals. Every hit sent a picture of his mother or Luke shooting across his mind. “You’re going to do what you’re told,” Charlie grunted as his fist connected with Spencer’s jaw. “Do what you’re told and this won’t happen again.”

When they left him bloodied and beaten on the floor, his head landed on his arm – Luke’s words staring back at him. He had to get out. Everything he’d felt about these words and soulmates and autonomy over his own love life had come to this. Luke had sparked something in him before he even knew the words were there. He had to get back to him and have a chance at love – after all he’d been through, he deserved that much. Keep your head down. That’s what Emily had said to him. If that meant moving the drugs, or possibly rendering them damaged with anyone noticing, then that’s what he’d do. It was either that or he’d never get home – his mother would torture herself into believing that him being in prison was her fault, and he would never be able to tell Luke what their conversations and his shining smile had done for him. They’d brought him out of a darkness he thought he’d never leave and now the light was in reach. He was at the bottom of a hole, and he needed to fight his way out, but the light was there, and he had to reach for it.

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anonymous asked:

hihihi omg your scenarios are finally open thank GOD i love ur blog omg and also can i pls request a joshua fluff scenario where u dont like your short height? Thank you ty <3

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 641

“Josh! Josh!” You called out, jumping up and down repeatedly. You were trying to reach the bag of chips, which were inconveniently placed on the highest shelf in your house. “Can you come and help me?” You called after. “Josh!”

“Okay, okay I’m here,” he spoke as he entered the kitchen. He looked over and laughed as he saw the situation, “you’re on a chair and you still can’t get the snacks?” He asked as he chuckled, sounding incredibly amused. You pouted angrily as the boy stood there without helping, “okay okay. Get down from that chair, I don’t want you to fall and get hurt.” He said as he walked over to the cabinet.

He grabbed the bag of chips and handed them to you. “Happy now?” He asked with a cheeky smile. You nodded your head up and down happily as you held the bag of chips to your chest. After assuring you were okay, he proceeded to walk out the kitchen. Most likely to continue whatever it was that he had been doing before.

You walked into your room to see Joshua lying down on the bed, watching a TV show. Walking over to his side of the bed, he lifted the blanket and moved over for you. Turning over on your side, you laid your head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around you.

“What’s wrong?” He then asked, pausing the TV show. Looking down at you, he rubbed your back gently and sighed. “You seem upset babe what’s wrong?”

“Being so short is such a hassle. I feel like I constantly have to ask you or someone taller to get something for me because I can’t even reach it on a chair. I don’t like my height, I want to be taller, but sadly that’ll never happen.” You spoke, wanting to rant on and on about how you didn’t like being so short.

“(Y/n),” he began as he adjusted his position, “I don’t think you’re that short. I love your height, I think it’s adorable. I get to help you out with these simple tasks and I feel like I’m needed.” He then stated, making you feel even worse about your height.

“Joshua, you don’t understand. Literally everything is a workout for me, getting the laundry from the washer, putting plates away, getting snacks.” You ranted, “I just don’t like being so short and small, I mean there’s a whole other world up there and I can’t see it unless I get on your back.”

“I don’t think you’re that short, you’re perfect to me. And honestly, I don’t think you’re at a bad disadvantage when it comes to it, you’re the right amount of height and not height.” He explained, trying his hardest to cheer you up. 

“I need to grow,” you complained. “I need to grow about three inches for me to feel better about myself.”

“(Y/n) you don’t need to grow to feel better about yourself. What if you grow those three inches instantly and it feels awkward and you don’t like it?” He asked you, “come on (Y/n) your height is fine, it suits you well.”

“Plus, it’s not like you’re so short you can’t go on roller coasters with me.” He then said. You rolled your eyes childishly and he laughed. He gave you a gentle kiss on your forehead and picked up the remote, resuming his show.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, you heard his quiet hum in response and you smiled. You wrapped your legs around him and turned your head to watch the television with him.

“I love you.” He randomly said with a slight chuckle.

“I love you too.” You replied, lifting your head to see his face, he looked down and pecked you on the lips before looking back up at the television.

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Hiya I've recently started an honorary assistant psych position in a psycho oncology service. I have a long MH history (BPD, PTSD, anxiety) and have old scars all over my arms which I've kept covered. My anxiety is debilitating (just the physical symptoms) but I'm doing everything in my power to act opposite and appear professional. No one has a clue how difficult every second of my work day is. It's really awkward for me when my supervisor or other psychs talk about any issues I've been.......

…….. feel as I am constantly hiding the true me, my level of knowledge, etc . And it’s boiling and I have to wear sleeves (obviously with patients I would but I mean, in the office etc). But at the same time the environment is so professional and it might be really bad boundaries / professionalism if I expose that part of myself. I’m so stuck and hopeless as every moment is a struggle, I’ve realised the field is not for me, but I still have 6 weeks until my internship ends. Thank you so much

anon, if this is harmful for you and it’s not helping you get where you want to go, I hope you’ve got a path to leaving. I don’t know what the terms are, but I don’t think you need to finish your 6 weeks if it’s not good for you. I agree that specific disclosure in that kind of setting is usually not seen as professional- you might be able to discuss it generally with your supervisor or someone else you trust. since cultures about this vary so much, I can’t say for sure that they will be receptive. I hope you put yourself first with this. take care, anon. 

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jikook | rating: g | prompt #69 | day 12 | insp | ao3

“you’re having a nightmare and i feel bad because you’re trembling and crying so i crawl into bed with u and hold u so u feel safe, but in the morning u wake up with my arms “

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Woozi: Push and Pull

anonymous asked: Hi ! Can you please write an imagine where Jihoon is really stressed from his schedule and his girlfriend (aka reader) tries to cheer him up but he gets even more pissed and yells at her and they have a fight and she kind of storms out. You end it how you want to hehe, fluff or angst it doesn’t matter :)) thank you !

Summary: tbh don’t even remember writing this whoops…

“Jihoon?” You say, popping your head into his studio room. If he hears you, he makes no effort in showing it. “Have you eaten today?”

“Busy.” He grunts. He’s hunched over a notebook on his desk, scribbling furiously onto a page. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

“I haven’t seen you in a while I was just wondering-“ Your words are cut off by someone else bursting into the room.

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Bamfs - Nightangel

I had this idea that Warren would babysit the Bamfs when Kurt was away. Now I don’t know much about Bamfs so don’t expect too much accuracy from this little one-shot but *throws* have it anyway :D


Warren understood that it would upset Kurt greatly if his little…well, Warren didn’t know what to class them as, his kids? Brothers? Tiny minions? Regardless of their label, Kurt wouldn’t be happy if any of them came out with a single injury, which was getting harder and harder to maintain as the minutes crawled by.

The “Bamfs” as Kurt called them, were the little creatures that had been left with Warren as Kurt went on a rather dangerous mutant-retrieving mission with his fellow X-Men - for which Warren had not yet been recruited. That time would come, and with it the relieved duty of playing babysitter.

But there Warren sat, curled up on his bed with his headphones tightly over his ears in an attempt to convey to the little demons that he simply didn’t care. He’d tried speaking to them, but found that they knew only German, a result of being around Kurt he assumed. It made the whole situation more and more frustrating.

The Bamfs - all eight of them - had taken a liking to his wings, constantly crawling up the bed (and up Warren!) to take a look and a feel. It didn’t help that they could teleport, for whenever Warren tried to shoo them away, they poofed just out of his reach only to come back after a minute.

They jumped on everything, climbed on everything, and Warren was certain that half of his tapes now had bite marks on them. Is this what kids are like? he thought as he swatted at a Bamf getting too close to his wings again. The creature stuck out his tongue at him and proceeded to teleport to his light fixture and hang from it.

“It’s not my goddamn fault if you all end up dead!” Warren exclaimed, ripping off his headset and tossing it aside. He stretched his wings and arms, hearing satisfying pops in return. The Bamfs took quiet notice of his change of position but quickly resumed their activities, constantly babbling in German as they did.

One Bamf sat quietly away from all the rest. He stared in awe at Warren’s scowl, then mimicked it, followed by a toothy grin. He padded over to the winged mutant and stood on the bed. With wide eyes, he carefully reached out a three-fingered hand and placed it on Warren’s cheek.

Warren froze as the loner Bamf touched his face. In his mind, he was repeating the word “what” about a hundred miles per hour. The speed at which he did so only increased as the other seven stopped what they were doing and grabbed a hold of Warren. He opened his mouth to speak, but words were soon replaced by a screech as the tiny demons teleported him to the front lawn of the School.

He landed rather ungracefully on his bum and it took a few seconds to clear his vision of the smoke, but as soon as it did, he found only one Bamf still attached to his arm. Warren glared at him, receiving a cheeky smile in response.

“Varren!” the tiny blue creature stated, crawling into his lap and plopping down on his stomach. Warren wheezed - since when did these things get so heavy? - and stood up, reflexively putting an arm underneath the Bamf to keep it from falling.

His mind worked slowly at the moment, and only after he processed the last few seconds had he realized the creature had said his name.

“Little guy, you just said my name!” Warren looked down curiously at the Bamf clutching tightly to his leather jacket. He stared up at Warren before nuzzling into his chest.

“Varren! Lassen Sie uns spielen gehen!” came a muffled reply. The tiny blue demon gestured to his fellow Bamfs as they crawled about the yard, some as far as the lake already.

“Buddy, you know I can’t understand-” Warren started, then groaned as he took off to catch the annoying creatures, the obedient Bamf clinging haphazardly to his front.

Minutes later, Warren had managed to gather the rest of the Bamfs and occupy them with a stick battle. They were rather skilled in the art of sword fighting, he noticed, leaning against a tree.

“You know, I really hoped that this would get me some brownie points with Kurt,” Warren grumbled, mostly to himself. “Only reason why I’m not smacking you all over the head right now. You aren’t going away anytime soon, are you? Our first date will be trying to catch you little guys, won’t it?” Warren realized what he’d said and his cheeks flushed.

Okay, so maybe he wanted a little more than “brownie points” when it came to Kurt. But no one needed to know that.

The outlier Bamf - Warren had decided to name him Blue - sat patiently at Warren’s feet and fiddled with a piece of grass. The man studied the small creature with a tiny smile on his face. He liked this one - quiet, simple, not destructive.

“So…” Warren began, but was interrupted by a painful tug on his hair. His smile immediately disappeared and he glanced up at the Bamf hanging upside-down by his tail on a branch. He pulled Warren’s hair again and grinned. In his other hand was a large white flower, which he placed in Warren’s palm as the man reached up to grab the Bamf.

Warren blinked. A flower? His gaze darted from the bloom in his hand to the precariously-hanging creature. His attention was then drawn to the silence from the other Bamfs, who, as he looked back at the bunch, now had different types of flowers stuffed into their tiny palms.

“Okay…uh, thanks?” Warren kneeled down and was showered with blooms. A smile crawled onto his face.

“Varren, Kurt!” Blue exclaimed. He patted Warren’s fists, now stuffed with flowers.

“You…want me to give these to Kurt?” Warren said slowly. Blue nodded after a moment of silence. The small face twisted with excitement.

Blue turned to the Bamfs and began speaking quickly in German, waving his hands as if giving orders. Warren watched in amusement as three Bamfs climbed on top of each other and motioned for Warren to stand as well. He did so, and came face-to-face with the little devils.

An eyebrow was quirked as Warren was handed a flower and directed to give it to the tower of Bamfs. He couldn’t contain his smile as he handed it to the top Bamf, who took it delicately and swooned, batting his eyes at Warren.

“Hold on,” Warren said, laughter breaking through his words, “are you doing what I think you’re doing?” He looked down at Blue, who wore a large smile.

“Varren. Kurt.” Blue pointed to Warren, then the tower of Bamfs. The winged mutant fell into a fit of laughter, leaning against the tree in an attempt to catch his breath.

“Okay, okay, you want to play this game?” Warren gasped after a minute of hysterics. “Okay then. Okay. We’re doing this. Why the hell not.”

He turned back to “Kurt” and stood up straight. “So, uh, what now?”

The topmost Bamf tossed the flower to the side and grabbed a hold of Warren’s cheeks. A sound of protest from Warren was followed by cheers from the unoccupied Bamfs as the small creature placed a kiss onto Warren’s lips.

Warren stumbled back and wiped his mouth, internally screaming.

“Yo, I did NOT say that was okay!” he exclaimed with a shocked glare and red cheeks. The Bamf tower only laughed, high-pitched and gleeful, and made grabby-handed motions. “Nooooo, no!”

Blue swiftly knocked the bottommost Bamf in the arm, who feigned hurt and rolled his eyes. He pinched the middle Bamf, who did the same to the topmost Bamf. The blue devil made a noise of displeasure, crossing his arms. He muttered some unheard phrase in German but motioned for Warren to return to his position.

“Hell no!” was Warren’s reply. He glanced down as he felt a tug on his pant leg and found Blue holding up a large rose. The look the creature wore was pleading and hopeful.

After a moment of hesitation, Warren rolled his eyes and took the flower. He faced the Bamf tower, and with a deep breath he put on his most charming smile.

“Heya, blue cutie, wanna come with me to dinner?” Warren produced the rose from behind his back and offered it to the Bamf. The Bamf took it and sniffed, a dreamy smile crossing over his features. Warren could suddenly see the similarities between the little demons and Kurt, the playful tones behind their eyes and - for the most part - gentle and careful movements.

“Vhy yes, I’d love to,” came a reply from behind Warren. Now that was a voice he recognized. A squeak of embarrassment left his lips as Warren straightened and turned around swiftly.

Kurt’s mouth was drawn into a smile and he was snickering quietly. Warren noted the light purple splotches on his cheeks as his own face grew warm.

“I, uh…I didn’t mean to…well, I guess,” Warren sputtered. He dared not meet Kurt’s eyes. “They made me!” He finally cried out, pointing an accusing finger at the group of Bamfs.

“Who did?” Warren lifted his gaze and was met with teasing confusion.

“The hell do you mean? Your little Bamf buddies, they forced me to…”

Warren turned back around and blinked. The place where the group had been gathered a minute ago was now barren. In their place, there laid a perfect white rose.

“Are you feeling okay, Varren?” Kurt asked, breaking his confusion. He walked over and placed a three-fingered hand on Warren’s forehead, brushing away the curls and feeling his temperature.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Warren cleared his throat and flapped his wings nervously. An awkward silence fell over the pair as Kurt dropped his hand.

“Vell, if it’s not too much trouble, I vould like to take you up on your offer for dinner,” Kurt said after a minute. He gave a small smile and leaned down to scoop up the rose.

Warren’s heart could’ve burst out of his chest at the adorable situation. Kurt’s shy smile, his darkening cheeks, handing Warren a rose and accepting his unintentional date offer.

“I mean, if you really want to.” Kurt nodded and placed the rose in Warren’s front jacket pocket. The brightly-colored bloom stuck out against the dark leather.

Warren spread his arms and wings. Kurt pressed against him and wrapped his arms around Warren’s neck. He took off into the setting sun towards town, but not before he caught the gaze of a certain Bamf, who winked from behind a tree.

The winged mutant smiled back.


I DON’T KNOW LOL…The idea was cute in my head.

For those who didn’t catch it, Kurt had returned from the mission to find Warren practicing asking him out. (I felt like I didn’t make that clear so here you go)

“Lassen Sie uns spielen gehen!” - “Let’s go play!”

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anonymous asked:

This is the ukulele anon from earlier. It's weird that your broke your arm cause I broke my left arm too. Which is another reason I had to give up guitar. It hurt too much.

I snapped my arm in two places tumbling down the steps. Now the only part that responds quickly are my fingers. My wrist cramps up too much to be constantly held in that position.